Bobo is doing finer, we can all see that....I mean he ate that chicken. Ikanta tells me a lot of things now she says there is more to the chicken thatn can be said. I hope you are not getting lost, in thoughts here.
Ikanta says for that chicken to have worked, that chicken something must have been done to it, I mean there are two ways to kill the chicken. You cut off its head using a a nice tool, a knife mostly. But according to Inkanta the second way is the most dangerous because, if you do it like that and someone eats it....they are bound to do whatever you want them to, no questions asked, but it is usually used by those seeking for love, a correct word a love portion,only this take a bigger picture. Now the way to kill that chicken is to strangle it! Aha, dont ask me how in spirits name do you know a cut the neck chicken and a strangled, you wanna find out wait for the results. If a woman cooked that for you, her slave you would be, licking her feet, washing her with love, cooking for her, waiting on her, then my friend that African chemistry has caught up with you.
So now Bobo even got a job, at the construction site behind the Catholic church, well with all his staggering, and his luck of energy if he faints at the site, thank the heavens he has a wife to go home too. Oh and the slum women they have already started whi whi whispering somethings about Bobo's wife, they should be internet, they are just too fast!
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