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He greeted the guests as they waited outside the
cathedral. The wedding mass was set for 10:00am,
the atmosphere was light and joyous. It seemed
like everyone knew someone here. Then a little
boy emerged from the crowd screaming "Uncle
Maxxy! Uncle Maxxy!
The groom beamed a broad smile and embraced
his little nephew.
"Where is your mum?, he asked.
The little boy pointed in the direction, he ruffled
the sparse hair on the little lad's punk-styled
haircut then he scuttled away to play with the
other kids.
Ben, his bestman approached him with an
handkerchief. "Ol' boy I fear the hangover of
dancing to 'Oya dab' yesterday night at your
bachelor's eve has been reflected on your jacket.
The groom's face and eye brows twitched in brief
confusion. "Your nephew just dabbed his
chocolate hands on your jacket", Ben broke the
news.
"Jeeeeeez! What am I gonna do?" The groom
cried.
"Let's have it taken to a dry cleaner", Ben
suggested
"Musa! Musa! He yelled out.
"Take this jacket to the laundry behind this street
and tell them to do an express wash on it", Ben
instructed him
"Make I troway am for xfress fah?, Musa retorted
"Make them wash am .....wait and take", Ben
yelled with a scowl.
The message now seemed clear, Musa sprinted
off like a gazelle and ended up in a pool of mud
water just in front of him. The huge unforeseen
stone was the great transporter.
The white jacket turned brown. The time was
close to the wedding mass. What could they
possibly do? SIMPLE!
Take it straight way to iWASH LAUNDRY.
iWash laundry service is new laundry service in Owerri that offers you promising services and as well use state of the art equipments to meet your desired result.
We give you services such as:
-Stain removal
-Express service
-Office pickup
-Home delivery and more
If you are in owerri and have heap of clothes to
wash, you work through the week and barely
have time.......and you need expert laundry
services visit us at:
117c Wethdral road beside stadium, along Praise
Centre, Owerri.
Call 08098489897 or 07010411531.

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