“Are you working before?” Netizens drag BBNaija Angel as she sets to attain ‘Sugar Baby’ status from working woman

Big Brother Naija season 6, Shine Ya Eye finalist Angel Smith, essentially known as Angel, has blended inconvenience online as she uncovers her expectation to stop working.

Holy messenger took to her Instagram story, where she shared a photograph of herself in a room joined by a short subtitle about her cravings.


She would rather not be a functioning lady; she needs to be spoiled and catered for.

She composed: I never again need to be a functioning lady, I need to be a sugar child.

Blended responses have been following this post as some common Angel’s perspective, guaranteeing they additionally need to be spoiled, while others tested the multi-brand diplomat over her kind of revenue.

A couple of months prior, Kemi Filani revealed that Angel was sorrowful when she grieved her late sweetheart, who died a long time back.

Heavenly messenger, on Instagram, shared a video of her late darling messing about, joined by an inspiring letter specifying their lovely minutes.

Heavenly messenger likewise got a kick out of the couple of years they spent together by reviewing a few affectionate recollections still alive in her heart.

She composed: It’s been three years without you, I’m 22 presently, recall you used to call me little lady, suppose I’m a big lady now. I will cherish you everlastingly, and I will educate everybody concerning what a sensational person you were, to such an extent that I was unable to accept you wound up with me. I genuinely accept that you came into my life to show me that I could be cherished; defective and everything and your simple presence was a reality that great individuals do exist, and I’ve believed constantly.

I keep thinking about whether you’re still lactose bigoted up there? Not that you even gave it a second thought; you polished off such a lot of milk while whining about your stomach harming, I miss your jokes that were so unfunny I would chuckle as a result of how dry they were, I miss taunting your British pronunciation. All the affection I have learnt; I gained from you, you’re each of the 19 years of age Angel knew, and I’m 22 presently; you’re still all I’ve at any point known. I would pick the aggravation again and again on the grounds that encountering you is far more prominent than any aggravation I’d feel. I trust the Angels Carry you securely on their backs yet knowing you, you’re most likely one yourself, I trust there’s no milk there for you to devour, in spite of the fact that I’m certain your stomach won’t hurt any longer; you’re where the aggravation is a fiction of our human creative mind, I genuinely want to believe that they don’t give you opportunity for how boisterous you chuckle, cause God realizes you giggled so uproariously it illuminated a room, so loaded with life. You were far beyond my most memorable love; you were my companion, my chuckling accomplice, my comic and above all Victor; you were you. You were overall quite sweet and kind and you had 12 birthmarks; I know since I counted them that time you got so loaded, you let me know you cherished me and I froze up, that was whenever you first said it. Presently I live for myself as well as for you, for my fantasies as well as yours, for the reverberation of your chuckling on a genuinely horrendous day. My dearest companion, my Mayo kid, my most memorable everything, you realize it goes past the presence of time and, surprisingly, the restrictions of boundlessness, I love you so much, continue to rest and don’t resent me that I scarcely visit; If there’s one thing we both offer in like manner; it’s that we’re the two phantoms( I have giggled so hard at this joke; you’d have cherished it.