Diary of a Fabsister 1

Dear Diary

IFEM's stupidity knows no bounds,  here am I back from work,  trying to relax before I shower,  and who did I find sobbing at the corner?  IFEM!,

"Ifem what is it? Why are you crying I asked like a good Samaritan oooo. 
She just sniff,  sob,  sniff,  sob
Ifem talk to me I said gathering her in my arms,  though I hate it,  Ifem uses one awful smelling cream that she adds Mayonnaise,  I can't always stand it.

Then she bagan

"Ure you know Kingsley?

"yes I do,  your Kingsley nah,  that wakes you up at night singing my African queen remix for you kissing  your whole body,  The Kingsley,  your Kingsley that is both sunlight and Irish cream to you?  Your Kingsley....

"Yes Ure the Kingsley,  she cut me off, apparently my hatred for "her"  Kingsley is still obvious.
"he made away with my money,  Kingsley disappeared with that money,  Ure you warned me"

"Ifem please don't tell me you later hand that money over to that slimy, Cockrell you call your love,

I was stunned,  a first for me,  I left her to sob to death if she wish,  I have known that guy is up to no good.

Only an unemployed gold digger can love a woman like that.