My Dear Two Dozen Meatpies, RIP.

Earlier this summer, I ordered some meat pies from a naija caterer, popularly called aunty Sidi, because I can’t come and kee myself on top of this #fitfam matter. Two whole dozens I ordered, so I could chop this life and store the leftovers in my freezer for future enjoyment. I got to aunty Sidi’s house to pick up my order, and I was shook. Guys…there was stuff EVERYWHERE! The house couldn’t possibly accommodate any more random things; unless maybe the one little couch in the living room that was spared. 

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