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Janet trailed off Tokunbo sat up, her interest piqued "Did you...uhm go all the way. David told me you are with Jayden" "Yes" "Welcome to the club of sinners" Tokunbo squealed excitedly. "Tee don't put it that way or I will feel bad" "Okay. Welcome to the club of jumpers. So how was it?" "Toks you know I can't say that, I am too shy to describe it. I was drunk for most part"

Double-tongued [ duhb-uhl-tuhngd ] adjective deceitful; hypocritical. ___________________________________________________________________________ 21 / 12 / 2021 “I said , you’re just another slut…like your behavior proved it…Next time , respect other people’s privacy and do not listen in on their calls , slut…” he says in a cold harsh voice. He then walks away and bangs his door shut. I am left standing there shocked at what just happened and what he had said.

Daniel said to him, taking a walking direction ****** Within this first half of the term, Daniel also got acquainted with some slang of the citadel. During his first few weeks, he was always asking if he is in another tribe or was in the same region of the country. Gradually with the help of Kaka, he has adjusted. Something of more concern to him is the fact that most of the slangs are of fowl origin. They were used to bypass or communicate in the times they are faced with difficulties and challenges when the teachers or principal is around. There is also slang popularly used in normal daily life by students especially when sudden issues happen. Daniel had also tried to avoid learning the fo

“And it was perfect. Now do it again.” I bit my lip to stop laughing. As we chopped and peeled and banged pots around like unpaid interns, Mum started talking about her book club. “These women,” she said, shaking her head as she seasoned the pot, “act like they’re solving world hunger. Last week they argued for forty minutes about the symbolism of a chair.” “A chair?” I asked “ is that like some boring mum slang?” “Yes. No what's slanged. It's just a normal chair.” Charlotte’s eyes widened. “Was it an important chair?”

E kaasan Ma' I greeted all of them together, prostating flat. Oshey. Omo kaaro, O Ji re. I laughed at my subconscious as I slowly stood up. 'Aah aah. Booda Uthman, okunrin ma ti de' (You're now a man) I smiled at an Uncle's words and stretched to my tallest height. Ode ni e. (you're a fool) 'Oko olómoge, Àwon àuntí nko? (A slang for asking for someone's supposed girlfriends)

He chuckled, saying, "It's just you…You just don’t have the face to do that job.” She flipped her hair saying, “The face? I think I have the face to do it. I think I’m pretty decent-looking. I mean come on I'm like model material.” He chuckled, saying, “You think you’re decent looking and that you're 'model material' woo you're funny.” She looked at him saying, “I know you’re not talking looking like a whole ENTIRE dusty book.” He laughed saying, “A book?! That’s the first time anyone has called me a dusty book. What a dumb insult.” She said, “Listen, it's the only thing I could come up with, unibrow.” He said, “Unibrow huh? I wouldn’t be talking when my forehead looks like a village could

Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter :) Translations: eat chips from yer nickers - performing oral sex on a woman Saps - wuss, mama's boy, wimp Gowls - pussy Lat of shite - lot of lies aka bullshit

Libra promptly showed she'd thumbed through my Book of Social Fugliness. "I only date real men," she shredded the 'second-stringers' to pieces. The blast socially staggered them. "If you have to think about it, boys, you are not a man. Don't strain yourself trying to be something you can't even comprehend. Now one of you go get me a drink while I think about what Cáel and I are going to do to Brooke tonight." In social parlance, that was shooting someone with both barrels of a shotgun then using the stock to tenderize the remains.

the cringe inspiring, whiny speech was cut off on time by Joy, who seemed to be on fiyah today. [ ** A/N- To the slang knowledge deprived population of my dear readers, no worries I am here. Fiyah is a way of saying ‘fire’ ** ] “Undying love for each other ? Yeah, yeah, we know,” Joy rolled her eyes. “Get your butt rolling out of here, lady. You heard your Alpha and you seriously do not want to mess with me, even before you reach my sister and her HUSBAND WHO IS HER MATE,” Joy reinforced that piece of information in the thick head’s stupid brain.

But the tone cuts through the air, sharp, precise, a quiet threat wrapped in foreign syllables. However, I’m almost sure my brother can speak the lingo — or at least understand it — languages stick to him like teeth to gum. “Not if I get to you first, poepol (Afrikaans = asshole),” Jackson snubs condescendingly. “Dan gaan jy kak.” (The Afrikaans phrase literally translates to ‘then you’re going to poop’ — but here it’s used more figuratively to mean something like “then you’re going to get it” or “then you’re fucked” or “then shit is gonna happen”)