Sunday, 19 February 2017

Why I Left Sister Sarah In The Redeemed Church & Let Bassey Suck My Tips – Coco Ice  

Cocoice speaks to Linda Ikeji’s TV about Big brother Naija and why she let Bassey suck her Tips.

Interviewed By Tope Olowoniya,Cocoice spoke extensively about her stay in the big brother house,her relationship with other housemates,how she felt with Uriel nominating her,her crush on Bally and among others Why she let Basset suck her Tips in the truth and dare game.
In her own words

“Trust me I will own up to that,that was just playing truth and dare,honestly I don’t like to be dared,is someone dares me and it’s within something I can do,I will do it. That’s just me been the bad girl coco,leaving sister Sarah in the redeemed christian church of God and just being my naughty self,the next day I didn’t even remember what happened”.

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All five babies in the bassinets were Black. My husband took one look and screamed, “Those aren’t my children!” Then he rushed out of the ...