Hey! Hey!! Hey!!!

Hey! Hey!! Hey!!! 

No! Wait a bit, what do you take me for? A doll that works according to commands? A servant that pretends to be satisfied  at what is given? A driver that stops at his passenger's comfort zone? A baby that's controlled by his mum? A guy barbing in de saloon? A tailor that sew to his customer's taste?

What did you reply?

You said am neither bad nor good? Which should I go for?🤔 

How do you define your bad? A thing that does no good or that possesses a negative solution?

How about letting me understand ur definition of good too, won't it be cool? A thing that is considered perfect you said?

Huh! That's a bit cool, I didn't say it's cool, like totally cus ya yet to justify ur insinuation of 'neither bad nor good'. Oh! You think I should pull you off de pit? Okay, yunno nothing is free anymore, cus of our dear country's economy phenomenon,  so you gonna pay for it definitely you must! 

Yeah! I will help since it concerns my status-quo, n it will be a direct answer. 

Auuhhhmm...! If I should quote ur statement in verbatim, it states 'you're neither bad nor good', paraphrasing this statement of urs, I'll say what you meant in an actual situation is that am not bad, and not good too; which will imply that am perfect.😉

Thanks for the compliment ☺ 

Ohhh! I now understand why you brought in perfect while defining good👍 thanks much, am glad 😀 

Yeah! Of course am perfect just as my God, the Lord of Host is Perfect.

Thank you🤩







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