JUST BEST FRIENDS
“But it's such a shame that there was no weed on ground sha.”
“As in ehn.” Betty chipped in too. “Not even a common cigar sef. Na wetin spoil am for me be that,” she added, grimacing. “I mean, the party was dope for sure, but without the necessary highness I expected, the whole thing just felt too soft for me jor. I mean no offense to you, though, Broda Yomi.”
Looking over his shoulder, Yomi forced a smile. “None taken, dear,” he said, quite surprised about what he just heard from them. “At least you both enjoyed yourselves. That is all that matters.”