My pastor's wife and I have the same hairdresser. And the same man.

Sisters, come closer. I do my hair at the same place as our pastor's wife. What I didn't know is we also share the hairdresser's husband. Not the pastor o, before you start. The quiet man that drops her at the salon and waits in the car. He has been waiting in my car too, God forgive me. I found out under the dryer. Mummy was beside me on the phone describing one hotel in Ikeja, down to the colour of the towels. Peach. I know those towels. She said sister, you're sweating. I said it's the dryer.