Lady Cry Say Her Bestie Don Die as Man Beat Am Sotey Life Comot

Lady Cry Say Her Bestie Don Die: The Lady don talk tire! I tell my friend say make she leave that man wey dey beat am like drum, but she no hear. Everytime she go come my place with eye wey don swell or leg wey dey limp like chicken wey cross express. When the Lady ask, she go say, “Babe, no worry, na mistake.” Na so mistake take send person go mortuary?

The Lady don drag am, I don beg am. I even kneel down cry one day wey I see her with broken lip. She say love dey hard sometimes. I tell her say this one no be hard love o — na hard punch! But she still dey defend the guy like say she dey win award for loyalty.

I go tell una the truth — she be correct babe. Gentle, loyal, kind. But the day she fall for that guy, na the day her own start. Love blind, yes, but her own love deaf, dumb, and stubborn join. Now we dey plan burial because beating turn her to RIP.

Lady Cry Say Her Bestie Don Die: The Lady Talk Say E Start Small, But E End Bad!”

Lady Cry Say Her Bestie Don Die: I remember clearly. E start with small slap — the kind wey she laugh off. She tell me say dem just argue and e no reach anything. The Lady look her like say she dey mad. Slap no dey small o! From there e turn to pushing, then punching, then locking her inside house like prisoner.

I talk to her — I even get vex say she dey act like say na she offend the guy. She go say, “He dey try, he dey pray now.” Pray? With bruises for neck? Na prayer be that? One time I see mark for her back like belt line. She say she fall for bathroom. I say bathroom again? Na bathroom dey carry first for all the lies!

The Lady don’t know how to explain the pain wey dey my chest. Everytime she talk lie, I dey see her eye dey beg for help. But she no fit leave — fear, shame, and love tie her like wrapper. Now she don die, and the guy dey free. I swear, I no go keep quiet.

Lady Cry Say Her Bestie Don Die: Lady Talk Say Make Una Use Her Story Learn!”

I dey talk this one now with tears and vex. Make una hear word! If man slap you once, e go slap you again. If he push you today, tomorrow na your ribs e go break. Don’t wait make them dey write “Gone too soon” before you know say na toxic relationship you dey inside.

I dey shout not because I sabi talk, but because I no want make another babe end like my friend. She get dreams. She wan open fashion shop, travel go Dubai, marry, born twins. But all those dreams don die with her because she believe say love go change beating to blessing.

I no go let her story waste. I go shout am for Instagram, Facebook, and even for newspaper like this. If you dey read this and your man don slap you once — abeg, run! No wait for second episode. Life sweet. Coffin no be bed. Love no suppose come with obituary.