Humans of Lagos Episode 69

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Humans of Lagos

"Hurry please, I must get to the club soon. It's my divorce celebration tonight."
"But why are you excited about it?"
"Cos I was happy when I got married, I enjoyed the wedlock while it lasts. And sometimes some things don't work but you must learn to walk. 
Just like many certificates we get in life, divorce certificate is one of them and I have mine. Life goes on...
It is my responsibility to always make myself happy every time through conscious efforts."

© FERT, 2016
Appreciation goes to Gypsy Witch Goddess

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