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  • Virgin Prostitute (Episode 1)

    Virgin Prostitute (Episode 1)

    Virgin Prostitute Episode 1

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    🙍 Virgin Prostitute EPISODE ONE: 💞

    (🙎 The Crazy Slut Is A Virgin ?? 😱)

    The Drug 💊 💊

    “Kate aren’t you done with the makeup? Mr Lonnie is waiting. Awnn you look beautiful in that dress ” My sister Jane complimented and I smiled.

    “Thanks sister ” I replied, and hugged her.

    “You’re the best ” I added and she blushed.

    Best indeed. A sister who lured her blood sister into prostitution. She’s the worst sister ever.

    In my life, I pray we don’t cross parts.

    “Thanks honey, well you have to hurry now ” She said and walked out of the room.

    It was night and I have a client this night. Mr Lonnie, a manager director in Excellent Limited.

    I did my ugly makeup has usual, yeah I do heavy makeup so I don’t get recognized.

    Lol. Funny right? Am very beautiful without makeup. I do work at night.

    I took the Rohypnol also called roofies and put it into my bag then my phone. I wore my black heels and stormed out of the room.

    I waved my sister bye and took a taxi.

    “Premier Hotel” I said and they taxi nodded.

    I stared at my too exposed thigh and smiled. Am not a real slut. I should be called a fake prostitute cause am still a virgin.

    A virgin prostitute. Am a little popular cause of my perfect sexy body. Every men would love to have me.

    But I deal with VIP. Very Important people. Let’s talk about the drug I do use.

    Rohypnol is a drug also known as forget me pill,Mind eraser, Rophies and so on. Normally it is called “Date rape drug ” due its amnesia produced by the drug.

    An immediate acting benzodiazephine partial amnesia.

    Well I do give my clients that, they won’t recall what happened that night for a short term. I don’t give them overdose so I won’t have people’s death hanging on my neck.

    The drug is legal in this country. It normally used in clubs and bars. Most especially the rapist have this drug so as to rape girls.

    But mine is vice versa. I use mine to steal money from my clients and run. When they wake up they won’t remember a thing, not even my face nor the money.

    One thing I avoid is, if the alcohol is clear or white one. I don’t use the drug cause it will turn from white to blue.

    I never had clients who drink water rather they drink wine or anything alcohol. I guess I have to stop here.

    The taxi came to halt and I paid the man, I got down from the car and walked to the hotel gate.

    The security gave me a lustful look and I winked at him. Did I tell you that everywhere I go, men even the teenage boys had to glance at me for three to four times.

    They are only interested in my body and not my ugliness.

    The security let me in, I got to the reception and asked the receptionist the room Mr Lonnie was.

    She told me “Room 9, just go straight and turn left ” She said and I nodded.

    I cat walked with my heels making sounds.

    I knocked and the door was opened immediately, an average man was standing in front of me.

    I could tell he’s in his forties. He smiled at me and I smiled back.

    “You must be Kate right?” He asked and I nodded.

    I walked in without his permission, my eyes roamed round the room and stopped when I saw the money on the table.

    Mr Lonnie sat beside me and touched my hair softly but I only smirked.

    “How about we have a drink Mr Lonnie? ” I said, turning to him.

    "Leave the drink alone, let's just start this "He whined.

    “No, we must have a drink at least to boost our energy okay? Don’t worry I will give you the best styles ever ” I grinned at the fool.

    “Arrghh! Must we have a drink? ” He yelled.

    “Am sorry but yes we must don’t worry just a drink that’s all ” I replied and kissed him on the lips.

    Am still a virgin but my lips…. No longer.

    “Fine!! ” He replied reluctantly.

    I smiled and called for a red wine, It was brought immediately.

    “Why don’t you just have a bath ” I said again.

    “What?? Let’s do this please…. Am feeling horny ” He yelled.

    “Hey calm down, fine I will be going. You can’t just lay on me with that sinking body of yours ” I fired back.

    “But I just had my bath now, before you came you came in ”

    “Well your body still smell offensive to me ” I replied, perfunctorily.

    “Arrgh.. You are such a bitch.” He snarled and walk to the bathroom.

    Yeah. Am a bitch with certificate. 😜

I quickly walk to my bag and took the liquid Rohypnol and poured a drop into one of the drinks.

    I sat down immediately and composed my self well. Minutes later, Mr Lonnie came out with a towel hanging round his neck.

    He sat down and I gave him his own drink, he drank a little and dropped it. It gonna take sometime to work.

    I crawled up to him and began massaging him on his shoulder. He moaned with pleasure.

    “Finish the drink, you need to have enough strength ” I said and he took more.

    ……………….

    “Arrgh, I want to sleep. I really need to….. ” He didn’t complete his words before he slumped and slept like a dead pig.

     I quickly rush to the table and took the money, then dropped it into my bag. I took his phone, his neck lace and other valuable things around him.

    I scattered my hair roughly and adjusted my dress, I cleaned my lipstick and walked out of the room.

    The effects of the drug isn’t much, just make you sleep and forget what happened to you that day.

    He’s just gonna wake up and won’t remember anything. Not even my face.

    The receptionist gave me a scornful look and I glared at her before walking out. I called a taxi and entered.

    Mission accomplished!

    I got home and met my bitchy sister eating. I looked up when she noticed me.

    “You are back? ” She asked.

    “Yeah I am ”

    “Was Mr Lonnie fun on the bed?” She asked again.

    “Of course, I gave him the best style ever and he enjoyed it”

    “Wow! My sister is now perfect than me ” She winked and I smiled.

    “I gotta go to my room, I feel sleepy and tired ” I said and walk to my room.

    TO Be Continued

  • How I Met My Husband (Episode 1)

    How I Met My Husband (Episode 1)

    How I Met My Husband Episode 1

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    👫 How I Met My Husband EPISODE ONE: 💞

    I walked into this beautiful restaurant, I located an empty table and sat down. I look around me there were two, three and more people in each table, eating, talking and laughing together while I stayed quiet.

    I felt lonely, I felt sad. A drop of tears fell from the corner of my eyes I cleaned it instantly so that people won’t notice it.

    Sorry I didn’t introduce myself..

    My name is Lydia James, am 28 years old.

    You see that surname of mine, I don’t know if it’s truly my surname, I was only told it’s my father’s name.

    I’ve never for once set eyes on my parents, I was told when I was 12 years that my father killed my mum and was sentenced to life in prison that was why I was brought to a family house where I grew up and attended my primary, secondary school and college.

    According to my godmother, she said I was eight months old when my dad killed my mum I don’t know if is true or lie, I grew up believing that.

    I left my godmother’s house after her death and burial, it wasn’t easy for me but I survived it.

    Now I’m a graduate, you won’t believe if I tell you that I’ve worked in more than six companies in just one year, every little mistake I made, they will just sacked me .

    Everywhere I go people hates me for nothing no matter how hard I try to make them happy or see me as a good person, they will always hate me.

    Life is so unfair to me. I’ve heard of people being unlucky I never believe it until now. I’m just unlucky, am a bad luck.

    Anywhere I enter disaster must happen there, nothing good comes out of me. Because of this people hates me and don’t want to see me anywhere close to them.

    I’m always lonely, no family, no husband, no boyfriend not even a common friend that will console me. Everyday I cried and cried regretting why I came to this world, I’ve never being happy all my life from my childhood till adulthood.

    Today at work, I mistakenly poured coffee on my boss, that was it. The next thing he did was to sacked me upon all my pleads they all turn deaf ears.

    Nobody begs him on my behalf because they hates me and they wants me out of the company. My boss throw me out of the company, I cried in pain and frustration.

    {Where will I go from here? How will I get money to pay my house rent? God, why did you bring me to this wicked world to suffer when you know very well nobody will like or accept me?} I thought in tears and agony looking up to God maybe he will answer me.

    Sometimes I wondered if am the only one going through all these pains infact am the only one, I’ve never see anyone suffering or being treated like me.

    The whole universe is against my existence I know that, God should just take my life so that I can rest cause I’m physically, spiritually, mentally and emotionally break down.

    I wonder if I still have tears in my system.

    Life is just too strong when its gets to me but soft and smooth to others. Why me?

    I left the company and came to this beautiful restaurant as soon as I sat down I look at everywhere, there were a lot of people having fun with their families, boyfriends, girlfriends and best friends while I sat lonely.

    I found liquids rolling down my cheeks I know what it’s, it my tears the little ones that remain in my system I guess.

    I buried my head in my hands and allowed the tears to poured out freely.

    I wish I’ve a sister or a friend I can go out with or lay my head on his or her shoulder at this point of my life it would’ve been good but unfortunately I’ve none. Am just alone here on earth.

    “Excuse me madam”, a tiny but nice voice came.

    I cleaned my tears with my white handkerchife and raised my head to behold a young beautiful and healthy girl standing before me. She’s actually a waitress.

    I stared at her from head to toe, I wish I can have her as a friend or better still a sister I’d be the most happiest person on earth.

    “Ma, are you ok?”, She asked

    “Yes I’m”, I replied and nod, she stared at me for a while then swallowed her saliva.

    “Ok, what can I offer you?”, She asked

    “What do you guys have?”, I asked softly

    “Everything”, she said

    “Ok, give me what you think I’d like to eat and drink”, I said.

    She nods and smiled at me exposing her beautiful white set of teeths before she left.

    I actually did not came here to eat, I came here to think about my life but since this beautiful waitress is involved I think I’d manage to eat.

    Not long she came with a tray, she had chicken burger, chips, a glass of champagne, a bottle water and drinking cup. She place it before me and I smiled.

    It seems she knows what I like.

    “Here we are; am sure you’d like this, oh I forgot to add maionese, let me go get it”, she said turning to leave

    “No, no, don’t worry I don’t like maionese”, i Said

    “What about kechtup?”, She asked

    “Same thing”,

    “Ok, I’ll go back to work now, if you need anything come over to that small bar over there”, she pointed at my right and I nod then she left.

    I take a bite from the chicken burger and slipped from the champagne, the pain and sadness in my heart wouldn’t let me eat.

    I close my eyes thinking about my life, I didn’t know how long I spent that way in tears until someone tapped me gently on my shoulder. I opened my eyes, my dress had wet with my tears.

    I quickly cleaned my face with my handkerchife then look up to know who tapped me only to behold this cute guy.

    He’s such a pretty angel on earth, he looks so gentle and innocent. His blonde curl hair and grey eyes makes me feel like staring at him for enternity

    “Can I join you?”, He asked.

    TO Be Continued

  • How I Enjoyed My First-time SEX With My Boyfriend

    How I Enjoyed My First-time SEX With My Boyfriend

    How I Enjoyed My First-time Sex With My Boyfriend

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    👩‍❤️‍👨 How I Enjoyed My First-time Sex With My Boyfriend: 💞

    Rosy 🤷

    Today, I want to tell my first-time sex story when I was very young and studying in the 7th class.

    I had first sex with my school friend when I was just 12 years old backside of my home just playing a game hide and seek.

    We were not aware of sex, love, etc. we are just kids. I was once playing Hide and Seek.

    We are more than 5–6 friends and started playing. I and my boyfriend hide back to my home which was very deserted. No one could reach and found us.

    We are sitting in front of each other and with a tight hug. I felt pressed my small boobs by my friend and then in my body, I felt something happening which was very nice.

    After some time I did not know how my hand touched my friend’s penis and it was gradually standing and getting tight then I asked my boyfriend what is that and why it is being tight.

    He was 15 yrs old may be he was aware of sex. He said this is a penis and also called a cock.

    He touched my boobs and pressed very softly and said me to touch his cock. I did the same and then he opened his pant and said me to kiss the penis top area and then he entered his hand and finger under my panty and touched my pussy middle part and clitorises.

    It was just like he was tickling my pussy. It was very clean no hair and virgin pussy. He started fingering but did not enter his finger under my vagina.

    I was feeling very good my whole body was enjoying, He was kissing me, caressing my boobs and playing with my whole body. Now we both got naked slowly.

    I was very afraid of my friends and parents if they would see us and caught red-handed having sex.

    After some time my friend kissed me and said to lay down on the floor then he put his tight cock and touched with my virgin pussy.

    I was feeling very melodious and good so I did not oppose him.

    He made a stroke in my pussy and suddenly I heard a small sound like something breaking and then I felt too much pain and saw a lot of bleeding.

    I cried and said to stop but he did not and entered his tight penis in my vagina and started fucking me very hard. Now I also started kissing him and giving accompany to up down my ass.

    Now I made him down and came to the top and started fucking him because It was the first time and very thrilling.

    After that day I started doing sex regularly but with condoms. He made my day that day.

    I will be writing my sex stories regularly plz keep enjoying, reading, and giving big clap.

    Thank you…!!!

  • Holy SEX (Episode 1)

    Holy SEX (Episode 1)

    HOLY SEX Episode 1

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    👩‍❤️‍👨 HOLY SEX EPISODE ONE: 💞

    Your pastor secretes holy milk.

    That is the story being whispered by everyone in the church—choristers, ushers, and the women. They say he is God’s anointed. A man anointed by God must have all his body parts and fluid blessed, too. With just a wave of his hands, people fall in multitudes, and when he talks, the breeze ceases and the roof trembles.

    He orders a member of the church to command the crippled to rise, and the cripple rises and walks. He lays his fingers on the eyes of the blind, and the person sees. He touches a widow’s sick son, and the sickness evaporates. The widow receives holy milk from him, too, and that is not a problem because he is the anointed one. Who can say no to God’s anointed?

    Your pastor secretes holy milk and that is why every Sunday, women who were barren come to give testimonies of what God has done for them.

    ‘If not for Pastor Samuel, there would be no baby suckling my breasts! Praise God!’

    ‘Hallelujah!’

    It happens every Sunday.

    Now, every Thursday, a special prayer session is held for barren women and those who need special blessings from God. If a woman has been barren for long, she is asked to wait behind for special prayers; she has been found worthy by God—your pastor ministers to her in private.

    You have been attending the church for four months—that is how long you have lived in this new city. Saving Grace, Incorporated is located in the heart of Lagos, the gigantic edifice a magnificent sight to behold. You are attracted to the church because of the aura that surrounds it. At your new office, everyone talks about it. Every young lady who loves fashion knows that the things in vogue are Blackberry Z10, Saving Grace, Inc., and pinging dresses, in that order.

    Your pastor is handsome, with comely facial features—a finely chiselled nose, clear white eyeballs enshrouded by long eyelashes, and full, sensuous lips. His broad shoulders fill out his designer suits, and when he does not wear a tie, his 22-carat gold neck chain sparkles in the reflection of the glass pulpit. Every lady in the city loves to sit in his church, listening to his melodic voice and basking in the intense stare from his glistening eyes as he surveys the faces he admires. His long fingers swipe his iPad’s screen as he preaches.

    The first time you attended Saving Grace, Incorporated, you fell in love with your pastor. Not with carnal passion, but deep reverence, the kind one feels for spiritual leaders. But now, you cannot remove your eyes from his face, his suit, his shiny black shoes, and his iPad. You love the way he walks, with elegance and poise. In his church, your soul finally finds rest, like a hare thirsting for water. Your soul yearns for his words and his gaze as they linger on you the three times you go for offering before the end of the five-hour service.

    Now, you dream of him on most nights. You see him standing before the congregation, holding his iPad, his left hand resting on the pulpit. In your dream, his face looks angelic, his black suit and white starched shirt sparkle like the robe of Jesus Christ. When he notices you, he drops the iPad, walks down the aisle to the pew you are seated in, and you stand as he bends to bring his lips to yours. Sometimes, you dream that after kissing him, he walks down the aisle with you, people clapping and singing:

    Here comes the bride! Parararam!

    Here comes the bride! Pararararam…!

    TO BE CONTINUED

  • Looking For Wife (Episode 1)

    Looking For Wife (Episode 1)

    Looking For Wife Episode 1

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    👩‍❤️‍👨 Looking For Wife EPISODE ONE: 💞

    Spent most of my life in abroad, Australia to be precise. coming from a wealthy home, let’s just say one of the richest in the country though I don’t like bragging or showing off but that is the truth. my dad had different companies in and out of the country so just imagine how rich we are.

    My name is Jerry, a 34 years old guy, 6 ft tall, dark in complexion.

    let me just say that i’m a lady’s man. every girl wanna come around me.

    If you call it bragging..I will totally agree.

    Last month I was called by my father to come home and take over from one of his company’s because he is getting old and couldn’t handle everything by him self.

    so, here I am in Nigeria ready to take over from him. Although is against my wish because I was really doing well over there in Australia but as the only son in the family I have to do what is required of me.

    It’s been a week already I returned back from my base, everyone is happy to see me including my only sister that came to see me from her husband’s house.

    my dad is planning to introduce me as the next CEO of the company the following week.

    I only have one problem with my parents which is marriage.

    Since five years now my parents, expecially my Mom has been putting this pressure on me to get married.

    She said that I’m not getting any younger, is high time I start my own family.

    My answer is remained the same “I will get married when I’m ready”

    “That is exactly what you have been saying for the pass five years, is it when you get to 50 years that you will be ready?

    “what is even wrong with you?

    that is my mom again with her usual sermon, telling me what I already heard over and over again.

    “Tell us Jerry, are u impotent or what..?’ my dad asked me.

    Is always funny whenever he asked me that.

    the question may appear annoying but it’s still funny. I’m perfectly alright, what is in between my legs is correct machine that can make a lady to take in at one touch.

    I had numerous girlfriend back then in Australia both white and black girls, I was very careful because I wasn’t ready for any sort of commitment.

    Marriage was the last thing on my mind back then.

    Few days later, I came back from work and was very tired and hungry.

    All I wanted was to eat and rest but my parents broke the worst news that I never wanted to hear.

    My Mom walked into my room that very day, she started with

    “Jerry darling, how was work today? you look exhausted. Please when you are done with dinner..i will love to discuss something important with you.

    My Mom said before leaving.

    I was not ready for the news that I got later that evening.

    TO Be Continued

  • Amarachi The Beautiful Poor Child (Chapter 1)

    Amarachi The Beautiful Poor Child (Chapter 1)

    Amarachi The Beautiful Poor Child Chapter 1

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    🙎 Amarachi The Beautiful Poor Child CHAPTER ONE:

    Waking up to the reality, Amarachi, popularly known as Amy, couldn’t
    believe that she just dropped out of school. As she parked her loads into that
    old Datsun truck that her dad left as a legacy, tears gained possession of her
    eyes.

    Standing by the gate of Nnamdi Azikiwe University, Awka, Amarachi
    shook her head in dismay but in total surrender to fate, smiled sheepishly to
    what poverty had caused, and entered the truck to find her way to Onitsha.
    Hunched over the tattered steering wheel of the old truck, she muttered:
    “Now, I must have to start using this truck for commercial purposes; for
    carrying loads for people, so that I could save some money and come back to
    school,” She absently nudged herself to the reality of her fate and smiled

    Tearfully, “finally, I have dropped out,”
    As Amy was about to leave, Osisioma, her closest friend and the daughter
    of Ichie Agujiegbe (the lion with a gun) the well- known industrialist at Main
    market Onitsha, waved at her to wait but the engine of the truck was already
    steaming. The pretty d Iamsel quickly pulled over and stepped out of her 4Matic
    Benz SUV; looking cool in that bodycon mini gown adorned with her six-inch
    high-heeled shoes. Her golden human hair embellished her beauty.

    You can also read: WRITTEN (predestination)

    Osisioma’s lips that were full of smiles at first, curved into a deep frown
    when she realised that her good friend was finally leaving the school as she
    told her earlier in confident.
    “Please, you can’t do this,” Osisioma shouted as she fought hard on her
    high-heeled shoes; rushing to the truck and at the same time trying to gain a
    balance in the shoes, “I’ve told you that I have to talk to daddy so that he can
    take care of your schooling,”
    Tears couldn’t stop raining down Amarachi’s cheek as her eyes remained
    blurred and saggy. She fought hard to move her lips to a befitting reply but
    numbness and sorrows overtook her emotions. She simply drove off even

    before Osisioma could come close to her. She knew that no one could help her because she’d always lived a life of being no dependant to anyone except to
    herself.
    Even though Amarachi managed to drive as fast as she could away from
    Osisioma, the old truck’s noise and unsteady movement made her be more
    cautious on the road as she drove off and navigated along the expressway
    leading to Onitsha where she believed she belonged to.
    Osisioma already knew how steadfast and determined Amara could be
    whenever she makes up her mind about something, so she couldn’t just rush
    into her car to follow her or stop her. She simply stood there with tears in her
    eyes watching her friend drive away in such an old vehicle that wasn’t even
    road-worthy anymore.

    As Osisoma was lost in thoughts and sorrows, the incessant horns from
    the long queue of vehicles behind her honked and forced her back from that
    world of absence.
    “Sorry for the obstruction,” she mumbled tearfully and went into her car.
    Sorrowfully, she drove away to her department-Economics.
    Many calls that Osisioma made to Amarachi’s phone were left
    unanswered. It dawned on the entire students in economics department that
    they just lost their first-class material and there was nothing they could do to

    bring back their ‘student-lecturer’ as she was known as.
    **
    It was an early morning that fateful day. The birds of the air chirping and
    whistling, the crows cawing, and the voices of the street vendors being heard
    from far and near but Amarachi was still sleeping since she didn’t sleep on
    time. The light of the early morning sun flooded the cabin through the slit of
    the shattered roof. Had it been it was raining, she would have been busy fixing
    buckets at different locations to stop the rain from gaining possession of the
    entire floor.

    You can also read: EDGE OF A KNIFE

    “Amarachi!” The deafening voice of Ego Oyibo forced Amara out of the
    dreamless slumber, “What are you still doing on the bed by this time while your customers kept knocking on the door for Akara di ka Akwa! (bean cake
    that is compared to an egg in taste)” Her mom howled.
    As Amarachi tried to balance herself on that old mattress she fell off the
    bed, but her hands were great support that made her not hit hard on the floor.
    She then realised that she wasn’t on her school mattress anymore but an
    elevated bed.

    “Mom, I have told you to control the way you shout at me,” she said with a
    hiss as she yawned away the sleepiness of her eyes, “must I sell Akara today?”
    she grumbled and started removing the dry rheum in her eyes, “sometimes try
    to understand that this body needs rest,” she added.
    “Shhhhhh!” her strict mom shushed her but still came closer to her at the
    bed and sat beside her, “this life isn’t always as easy as we want it to be,” she
    continued as she pulled Amara to her side, “if I didn’t groom you this way, you

    wouldn’t have been a better child by now,” she courteously said, “sometimes,
    try to understand that these shouts and noise would always be resounding in
    your head even when I’m not there to guide you,”
    With a tear about to announce its presence in her eyes, Amara smiled and
    snuggled into her mom’s bosom. “Ego oyibo, Nnem,” she called her in a petting
    way, “you’re a wonderful mom. The only sin you ever committed that I
    inherited is poverty. But believe this; God must surely forgive those sins and

    make us rich someday,” she patted her mom gently on her back, used her clean
    napkin and cleaned the tears on her mother’s eyes, “weep no more, Nne
    (mom). The last thing you can deny a poor man is hope. I have hope, and I
    hope you do too,”
    Serenity took over the entire room at the end of her exhortative statement,
    the sounds of silence flared between them, even though the usual shattering
    footsteps in the ceiling as a result of the hungry rats continued to disperse the

    silence with domestic noise.
    “How can I stop weeping while my daughter remains a dropout from
    school?” Ego Oyibo asked with tears as her sobs welcomed a loud weeping, “if I
    could take care of you, why are you here sitting beside me, doing odd jobs that
    only men do, as well as frying Akara on the streets just for you and me to survive. Why aren’t you in school like your mates?” she explanatorily said to
    Amarachi who wept with her mom. “If we could afford a house rent, why are

    we always occupying empty lands until the owner comes to build, and we are
    forced to find another empty land to either raise a new cabin, thatched house
    or a clay-house?”
    At a point, Amarachi held back her tears, went into the shoes of her
    unknown dad, to become a husband to her mom for the moment. She knew
    that her mom would soon start recounting her ordeals and sordid past as she

    fought to raise her as a kid and that would mean not going out for the Akara
    business that morning. So she pulled herself up, looking smilingly on her mom
    and said: “Ego oyibo, if you enjoy being poor, stay there while your mates
    overtake you in this life’s race. As for me, I am off for my sweet Akara ooo,”
    with that loud laugh, she said: “Let me join the rich people like me and leave
    you poor widow here. Continue crying, Nne, and forget that your foodstuff

    business is of perishable items and would all be useless if you don’t go out on
    time”
    Watching her pretty shapely tall daughter as she left the room, Ego Oyibo
    shook her head in admiration. Looking up to the dilapidated ceiling, she smiled
    and said: “God, I thank you for this wonderful grace you have given me in the

    form of a daughter. Your grace made her bear that name, Amara, and that
    grace will keep following me about in this life,”
    She got up and started hitting at the ceiling to chase away the noisy rats.

    After selling her Akara for the day, Amarachi dressed up for work,
    checked on the time and realised it was almost her turn to load her truck at
    Otu-onitsha Motor Park. Hurriedly, she rushed into her legacy and drove off
    to Ose market, with the loud noise of the truck attracting public complaints.

    Getting there, she realised that much loads were already waiting for her
    attention, so she had to be hasty about it. Her customers always look forward
    to when it’d be her turn because of how good she had been to them, most especially, because they couldn’t imagine such pretty young girl driving a
    truck and not prostituting.
    Obinna and Oji-isi-ebu-mgbo (one who uses the head to defend bullets)
    were the porters that were Amy’s favourite. They always help her load her

    truck whenever it’s her turn.
    As compensation in addition to their payments, Amy always brings hot
    Akara for them whenever she comes around.
    “Oya, take your Akara,” she said and handed over two big balls of Akara
    to Obinna, “Ngwa, take yours,” she said and handed over just one ball of it to
    Oji isi ebu mgbo, “but Oji isi,” she added as she snorted, “you didn’t do well the
    last time, so yours would be just one Akara.”

    The stubborn but respectful Oji isi, the orphan was busy eyeing Obinna as
    he kept munching the balls of Akara and digesting them with pure-water.
    “Hey, Amara utu ocha chocolate,” Oji Isi called out with grin in a mocking
    way, “if you marginalise me, then I will do what I did the last time,” he ran a

    Bit away from her to avoid being hit on his bald head as usual, “don’t worry,
    aunty. This time, I will give this Akwara of a man your…”
    “Hey,” Amarachi shushed him with smiles on her face, “You gave out my
    number to Okoro the last time and I’m yet to recover from his daily
    disturbances. Now, you want to give to that Akwara that looks like a bouncer

    with this his macho. Abeg, my hand no dey (please, my hands are off it),”
    “He was just joking,” Obinna said to Amarachi as he continued munching
    his Akara. Aunty, Amy. Oji Isi regretted it ooo. He even fought with Okoro
    because he asked him to give him back the number he gave him, no wonder he
    has bruises on his face for fighting an elderly person,”
    “But I won the fight still,” Oji isi boasted, though he was bluffing.

    “That serves you right for giving out my number,” Amarachi said with an
    impish grin, even though she felt pity by that, then pulled Oji Isi close and
    observed the bruises, “but I love this tattoo oo,” she added mockingly, making
    the man whose loads were to be loaded into the truck to laugh while watching

    the drama as he waited This Akara is so sweet ooo,” Obinna said and divided the second Akara
    and wanted to hand over to Oji isi but Amarachi stopped him.
    “Don’t worry about him,” Amara said and brought out Oji isi’s second
    Akara and gave him, “this is a note of warning to you,” she warned, “next time,

    you won’t even get any ball of Akara at all, in addition to what that bouncer
    would do to your komkom head,”
    They all started laughing. Other people at the park got hit by the
    contagious laughter and they all continued chorusing the laughter at Oji isi.

    “Utu ocha Chocolate(albinotic Chocolate),” Oji isi jeered at Amarachi as
    he avoided her knock on his head, “now you acted like aunty Amara that I
    used to know by completing my Akara,” He collected the Akara forcefully from
    her and shifted away further.
    Being that Oji isi was well known for carrying any size of a heavy load,
    he got busy immediately and started loading the trucks while Obinna helped
    out.

    The owner of the loads that was meant to be angry about his time being
    wasted was busy enjoying the jokes from Amarachi and her friends.
    After loading the trucks, Amarachi entered the vehicle and drove off to
    GRA Onitsha where the owner of the loads resides. The Oga happens to be the
    chief driver to his boss but due to his trustworthiness, he was always the one
    sent to buy stuff from the market.
    Getting to the gate, Amarachi saw a group of classy girls driving out of
    the compound. She quickly reversed to allow them to pass but instead of the

    Girls to go about their daily business, they all started laughing at her for
    driving an old truck and doing men’s kind of work.
    Amarachi simply remained calm and unperturbed. She was busy
    calculating the money for her services and had no time to think about the jeers
    from the girls from a rich home.

    TO BE CONTINUED

  • Angels Do Weep (Episode 1)

    Angels Do Weep (Episode 1)

    Angels Do Weep Episode 1

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    🤷 Angels Do Weep EPISODE ONE: 💞

    { As It Is In Heaven } 👩‍❤️‍👨

    Doing what I know how to do most inside the
    garden of life, I heard the trumpet sound, “why
    could the supreme one be calling us now ” I asked
    myself rhetorically bringing out my white feathers
    from my back , walking to the magnificent hall
    from the garden of life is not far but I am just too
    lazy to walk, I prefer flying than walking, I’m always
    awed when I look down to earth and see the little
    ones walking, ” don’t they get tired of it ” I’ll always
    ask myself with a feeling of sympathy for them.
    I flew up and head to the magnificent hall.

    The magnificent hall is the building where the
    supreme one holds all his meeting with his angels,
    it was built with golds and is the most beautiful
    building in heaven after the supreme one and the
    greater one’s house.

    It devoured mass vast of lands, and it’s divided into
    four part,
    The first part was where the supreme one, mother
    Creator and the greater one stay, it’s consist of
    three thrones made of gold.
    The greater one is the son of the supreme one,
    that he cherish so much.

    The supreme being’s affection was divided into two
    before, one for the greater one and the other for
    brother Luci.

    Brother Luci was an angel like us but the supreme
    one cherished him like the greater one,
    Brother Luci was really fun to be with, his voice was
    super awesome, whenever he sings, all the angels
    always want to hear it, but he serves only the
    supreme and can only sing for him.

    After brother Luci ignited a rebel and was banished
    from heaven, the greater one only, enjoy the full
    affection of the supreme one.
    Another area was for we the angels to sit, it was
    made up of golden chairs and another part was
    where the glorious singers are, this aspect consist

    of beautiful ladies with feathers too who use their
    voice in glorifying the supreme one,they always
    classify themselves as angel but i don’t count them
    as one of us,
    this faction was formed when brother Luci was
    banished.
    And the last segment, well I don’t know what it’s
    for, because nobody stays there, only the supreme
    one knows what he plans to do with it.

    { to know more about the magnificent hall, I’ll show
    you around personally when you get to heaven

    wink }

    On my way to the magnificent hall I had to fly over
    brother Luci building which has been deserted for
    over a millennium years.
    Passing over this building always makes me
    remember about brother Luci,
    I was the last angel created, and I heard it was
    mother creator that asked that I should be made.

    I was the youngest and the most cherished of the
    angels by mother creator like how the supreme
    cherished brother Luci .

    Every angels has a specific duty post they’re
    assigned to.

    Like brother Gabriel and some other angels are in
    charge of delivering the supreme messages,
    brother Michael and his angel warriors are in
    charge of waging war against any oppressor and
    they were also in charge of being guardian angels,
    brother Luci then was in charge of glorifying the
    Supreme and many more like that.
    Their are some angels in charge of creating the
    little ones.

    But reverse is the case for me,because I was the
    youngest of all the angels and believe me, I am
    also the cutest of them, mother Creator always
    have me in her bossom, and when it was time for
    me to join a department, mother Creator was
    against it, she insisted that I should be left alone,
    and do anything I wish to do.
    When I clocked a millennium, the Supreme chased
    me away from mother creator bossom, the
    Supreme is a jealous type and when He sees that I
    was the only one mother Creator was devoting all
    her time into, he used the excused that I’m now of
    age to be free from mother Creator’s bossom.

    Tho all the angels still refer to me as the little one,
    i doubt if they even remember my real name,
    Getting a building of my own and having nothing to
    do, I decided to pick which angel I will be staying
    with most.

    I decided to go for the son of the supreme, the
    greater one but decided against it because he is the
    boring type.

    He is always serious and don’t joke with people,
    that was what I thought without knowing that I was
    wrong.

    So I settled for brother Luci.
    every day was always filled with fun with brother
    Luci, after he’s free from the supreme, he will
    teach me how to play different types of instrument
    and also how to train my voice to be like his own.

    He was a very good and jovial angel, he liked me so
    much and I also liked him, we play like we’re of the
    same age where as he’s older than me with 9
    millenniums and the same goes to other angels,
    the angel using the least age to senior me is 5
    millenniums. So they always refer to me as the
    little one and refuse to play with me.

    I was almost at the same standard with brother Luci
    in terms of singing and playing of different sorts of
    instruments before he rebelled against the
    supreme one with some angels from the warrior
    squad, brother Luci is not good in fighting so he had
    to convinced some angels from the warrior squad
    to help him and brought some demons from hades
    too to assist him.

    But with all his support, he lost to brother Michael.
    I wave of the thought in my head as I flew to the
    magnificent hall, everyone had already settled
    down, and I was the last to enter. I quickly tiptoed
    inside in order not to be seen by the supreme that
    I was late but he’s already caught me.

    ” always late “the Supreme directed at me as he
    looked into the mother Creator who was sitting on
    the throne at his left hand side face.

    Mother Creator quickly took her gaze away from
    him and looked into mine with smile which I
    reciprocated with mine.

    But something was different in the setting that day,
    their was a human in front of the throne, and it was
    a female, she has magnificent beauty and she was
    shining in glory.

    ” oops” i said knocking my head when I
    remembered that that day was the tenth day after
    the creation of the last perfect being.

    Every ten days, a perfect being is been created, and
    the creation of perfect beings is always monitored
    by the supreme and mother creator themselves.

    A single day in heaven equivalent to ten years on
    earth, so a perfect being is always sent down to
    earth every 100 years.

    I knew the meeting was for the purpose of
    selecting a guardian angel for the perfect being.

    It has being my desire to go down to earth and stay
    with the little being, but I have never been
    selected as a guardian angel before because I
    wasn’t among the angel warriors and I wasn’t ready
    to be.

    The perfect beings are always posed to face
    different types of persecutions and evil on earth
    because of how they are, they can be created in
    form of male or female.
    .
    They are blessed with divine beauty which cannot
    been seen on earth, everything about them is
    always perfect and they always shine brighter
    among their colleagues, even beyond their
    colleagues.

    Because of their nature, they are always threading
    on dangerous road, so a guardian angel is always
    sent with them to earth to wade off evil from their
    path.

    And the main reason a guardian angel is needed
    most and must be from the warrior angels is
    because of brother Luci.

    The water running inside the perfect beings is from
    the water of life, normal little beings are created
    with water of creation, but the perfect being are
    created with water of life which runs in their blood.
    A drop of Mixture of their blood with Hakintolite
    water in to the middle of the earth will wipe out all
    little beings from the surface of the earth.

    Tho brother luci can’t lay his hand on Hakintolite
    water but there’s nothing impossible when he’s able
    to get the perfect one’s blood.
    The supreme one announced the reason for the
    meeting which we all know, selecting of the perfect
    one’s guardian.

    Brother Lucien was called forward, he’s the
    assistant of brother Michael, and when the
    supreme wanted to give him the responsibility of
    being the guardian angel, the greater one spoke for
    me.

    Ever since brother Luci has been cast down, I
    started getting closer to the greater one, I didn’t
    know he was also fun to be with until I got closer to
    him.

    He so much love the little ones and he shared the
    love to me.

    Being with him for a long time made me also
    cherish the little ones.

    He knows that I wish to stay among the little ones
    but I can’t be given the chance because of my
    status
    It got to a time when the greater one was sent to
    live among the little ones as a human for three
    days, I cried everyday just to make him take me
    along but he couldn’t because it was a mission
    meant for him only.

    When he came back, he promised me that he was
    going to find a way for me to stay among the little
    ones.

    Even if it is as a shadow i.e guardian angel.

    Ever since the day he promised me, I have gotten
    closer to brother Michael so that I could learn how
    to fight and the reason was unknown to brother
    Michael only the greater one knew of my plan.

    After some training from brother Michael, I have
    been training alone inside my garden.

    ” father, I wish you allow Benmanna to be the
    guardian angel of the perfect being ” he said to the
    surprise of everyone inside the hall,
    They all know me to be an immature angel and
    living the fate of the perfect one to my hand was a
    something they didn’t saw coming,
    Everyone inside the hall including mother Creator
    and the supreme being looked into the eye of the
    greater one with disbelief, they didn’t expect him
    to bring forth such an opinion,
    ” who did you say should be the guardian angel of
    the perfect being ” the supreme one asked the
    greater one with a serious tone.
    ” Benmanna ” the greater one replied confidently,
    “and why do you propose him ” the supreme one
    asked again
    “Because he’s fit for the task ” the greater replied
    which led to everyone inside the hall to burst into
    laughter excluding mother Creator and I
    “I don’t believe am hearing this from you when you
    know how delicate this mission is ” the supreme
    one retorted with anger ”
    ” I’m sure he’s capable of the mission father, just
    give him a chance ” the greater one replied trying
    to influence the supreme one’s decision
    ” Benmanna ” the supreme one called with a harsh
    tone, ” yes your Highness ” I replied standing up
    “Move to the middle ” the supreme one
    commanded and I obeyed moving to the middle
    ” mention some of the guidelines of being a
    guardian angel ” the supreme asked knowing well
    that I will not know it.

    Everything pertaining to being a guardian angel is
    only known by the angel warriors because it is their
    duty, but the greater one also knew about it and he
    had devoted some of his time to taught me.

    I stood transfixed at the spot with a blank
    expression, everyone already thought I didn’t know
    it and when the supreme made to speak, I quickly
    voiced out.

    ” hurt not the innocent little ones, ye must be
    ready and prepare every time for war that may be
    posed by the wicked little ones, guarding the
    perfect one is your main duty, never get distracted
    in the course of discharging your duty, blablablabla
    ” I listed out all the guidelines without omitting
    any,
    Everyone inside the magnificent hall were
    surprised excluding the greater one who was busy
    smiling and winking at me.

    I could tell that the supreme one was also
    surprised,
    ” well, someone has been learning ” the supreme
    one later voiced out thinking of what more he
    could use to take me off from being the guardian
    angel
    ” in order to show us that you’re capable of being
    the guardian angel, you must defeat Lucien who
    was supposed to be the one doing the job ” he
    spoke to the surprise of everyone inside the hall,
    Brother Lucien was the next in command to
    Brother Michael, he’s very powerful and strong and
    a valour in battle.
    Everyone inside the hall thought I don’t stand a
    chance against him,
    ” the immature one against fierce Lucien, it’s
    already a lost fight ” I heard someone spoke among
    the angels, but I didn’t do as if I heard it.

    ” Lucien, step forward ” the supreme one
    commanded and brother Lucien stood up walking
    towards me
    ” you’ll spar with Benmanna and the winner will be
    the guardian angel ” the supreme one said which
    forced a smile out of brother Lucien lip.

    I was smiling deep inside me too because I was
    sure of myself, no one knows the hidden power I’ve
    inside of me,
    When I was made neutral and immune to the code
    guarding the angels of being a participant in a post,
    mother creator bestowed on me the ability to
    exceed excellently in everything I wish to learn.

    Not going into details of how the fight went, I won
    it tho it was very hard, many people couldn’t
    believe this and I saw the rage in brother Lucien
    eye but I am just a type who isn’t bothered by
    anything.

    I was granted the permission to follow the perfect
    one.

    The supreme one snapped his finger and I was
    clothed with a golden armour and a golden sword.

    After the necessary procedures ,we were set to go.
    When the perfect one and I were going to the
    earth.

    I asked the perfect being where she choosed to be
    conceived.

    ” Africa, precisely in Nigeria ” she replied
    boastfully.

    ” what! ” I exclaimed shockingly
    I almost ran back to forsake the task but it was
    already too late..

    TO Be CONTINUED

  • The 3 Eyed Elizabeth

    The 3 Eyed Elizabeth

    The 3 Eyed Elizabeth

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    🙍 The 3 Eyed Elizabeth:

    I saw Elizabeth’s buttocks wiggle as she walked back to the bed, She stood at the exact spot she had woken up from and looked at me.

    “Praise, Come over here, Come to me,”

    “Will not. I won’t,”

    I ensured my back touched the will. I refused to move.

    She smiled.

    “You will. You are only being stubborn.”

    ” I will not. Not when I know you are a spirit and not real. Not when I can still see the three eyes on your forehead which no one else can see.
    Not after the evil you do with the powers you possess. Taking people’s gift, favor, and
    Success through sexual intercourse with them in the dream.”

    “I help them, praises. I help them. Good and God -fearing people deserve those gifts. Not weak people who would end up using the gifts to destroy more soul’s.”

    “How do you mean?”

    “How do you explain this, praises? Your God blesses a man with wealth, and money and schedules the blessing for a period of time. Yet the one who is to enjoy this begins to fornicate and take advantage of innocent women even before the full wealth comes to him. Am I not saving those women he plans to spend money on, sleep with, and molest sexually by taking his grace? I sacrificed myself to save a thousand out there.”

    “So you only come after those who have a promising future, but would use such wealth to take advantage of the poor?”

    Elizabeth nodded.

    “Then how come you haven’t visited the politicians? Those are the people who take advantage of the poor and steal from them. Why the innocent youths? Why them?”

    “Your politicians are my servants. They worship me. They bring me sacrifices. They appease me. O don’t you know? Should I mention their names? I won’t. But I am goddess. I love who associates himself with me. I adopt who chooses to serve me. And I protect who appeases me with gifts.”

    She used her hands to rub her chest, then squeeze her breast with her hands and licked her lips.

    “Tell me, praises, if you had money and you saw a lady who would worship you, lick your feet, pray to you, and see you as a god, and you saw another whose aim is to serve another man, sleep with him and give him her heart, who would you bless with wealth.

    “The one who worship me.”

    “Same as me. I am not wicked. But if you worship me I will bless you, and if you don’t and worship another power while you plan to do evil with it, I will take from you that which would make you succeed. I am not at fault. They work by the flesh, and I see their lust and I use my opportunity well.”

    “What do you want to take from me Elizabeth?”

    “Nothing . I just like you. You have a good heart.
    A sweet soul. You are kind. Powerful. And not of the flesh, but of spirit. I see how you pushed me away when I appeared to you in your dreams.
    And I knew you were different. So I am making you an offer, give me what I want. Make me happy, and I will give you anything you require.”

    At that moment, I realized that the devil is crafty. When it fails to get it’s way to you through the traps it has set for you. It makes you irresistible office. One meant to bring you down. One you will not turn down.

    “I will not,” I replied.

    Elizabeth squatted and slowly transformer into..

    TO Be Continued

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  • Dream Girl

    Dream Girl

    Dream Girl

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    🤷 Dream Girl: 💞

    Excerpt: The Dream Girl is a scary story about a brother and sister who meet a rich young girl that lives in a mansion near their house.

    Eliska looked at the large, crumbling mansion that lay across the fields from her little house. It had been empty for as long as she could remember. Every day, she gazed at it from her bedroom window and imagined what it would be like to live there.

    Eliska and her brother Chris lived with their parents in a small, dilapidated house. Her family was poor and they couldn’t afford to make the necessary repairs. Eliska was always too embarrassed to invite any of her friends over after school.

    One night, Eliska had a very strange dream about the old mansion. She dreamed that a beautiful young girl lived in the mansion and she invited Eliska to come inside. In the dream, the mansion was filled with ornate furnishings and the walls were lined with expensive paintings. She dreamed that the girl showed her a room that was filled with beautiful jewelry.

    The next morning, when she awoke, Eliska looked out the window and noticed something different about the mansion. It looked as if the walls had been freshly painted and there were curtains in the windows. It seemed like someone had moved in after all.

    At breakfast that morning, she told Chris about her strange dream.

    “That’s funny,” Chris replied. “I had almost the exact same dream.”

    “That’s weird,” Eliska said, puzzled.

    Chris nodded in agreement.

    That evening, when Eliska and Chris were playing in the field beside their house, they met a strange young girl. She was very a beautiful girl with long black hair and dark eyes. She was wearing an exquisite dress that shimmered in the fading light.

    “Hello,” she said.

    “Hi,” Chris replied. “Who are you?”

    “My name is Angela,” the girl said. “I’m your new neighbor. My parents and I just moved in to the mansion over there.”

    When she heard this, Eliska’s mouth dropped open in astonishment. She was lost for words.

    “I’m Chris and this is my sister Eliska,” Chris said.

    “Pleased to meet you,” Angela said as she shook their hands. “Since I’m new in town, I don’t really know anyone. Would you two be my friends?”

    “Of course,” Eliska said eagerly.

    “Sure,” said Chris.

    “I’m so glad,” Angela said. “Would you like to come and see our mansion?”

    “We would be delighted,” Eliska said.

    Together, they walked through the tall grass until they came to the mansion. Angela opened the front door and they followed her inside.

    The house was beautiful. It was filled with ornate furniture and expensive-looking paintings adorned the walls. When they went into the living room, they saw an elaborate chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

    “Hello Mother, Hello Father,” Angela said.

    Her parents were sitting on the sofa, reading newspapers. They didn’t look up as the youngsters filed past.

    “Come with me, Eliska,” said Angela. “I want to show you my playroom. I think you’ll like it.”

    She opened a door and ushered Eliska inside. Eliska couldn’t believe her eyes. It was exactly like the room she had seen in her dreams. The walls were lined with glass cases, containing beautiful, intricate jewelry that sparkled in the light. Eliska couldn’t take her eyes off it. She was mesmerized.

    “Try on anything you like,” Angela said. “I’ll let you keep whichever one you like the most”

    Eliska gasped as Angela left the room, shutting the door behind her. The girl moved from case to case, examining all the gorgeous necklaces, earrings and brooches.

    She didn’t know how much time had passed, but the spell was broken by a loud scream. It came from outside and it sounded like her brother’s voice.

    All of a sudden, she looked around and saw that the room was changing. There were cobwebs and dark stains on the celing. The faded wallpaper was peeling off the walls. The lush carpet was gone and the floorboards were covered in damp and mold. The wooden door was rotten and the hinges were rusty.

    Eliska grabbed the handle and pulled with all her might. She pulled so hard that the door came off its hinges and fell to the ground with a crash.

    When she went into the living room, she was shocked to see everything covered in dust. The plaster was faling off the walls. Sitting on the couch, where Angela’s parents had been just moments before, were two mummified corpses. Their flesh was rotting off, exposing the bone underneath and their faces were twisted in a silent, eternal scream.

    Rats scurried furtively back and forth across the bare floor which was strewn with trash. In the middle of the room, where there had once been a coffee table, there was a large, dusty coffin and its lid was hanging open.

    “Chris! Where are you?” she cried as she frantically looked around the room.

    Just then, her brother came staggering down the stairs. He was clutching his neck and blood was pouring down the front of his shirt. He opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a gurgling sound. His throat had been slashed open.

    Angela appeared on the stairs behind him. She looked much taller and her face was deathly pale. Her cheeks were sunked and her skin was lined and wrinkled.

    Eliska’s heart sank and she felt as if she was going to faint. Angela’s mouth opened wide, revealing sharp pointed teeth, tipped with blood. She lunged at Chris, biting into his throat and ripping out a chunk of flesh.

    Eliska let out a terrified shriek and ran to the front door. She was dizzy with fear, but she managed to pull it open and when she got outside, she ran as fast as she could. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and she couldn’t stop screaming. She ran and ran across the field, wading through the tall grass. Her heart beating fast and her hair standing on end.

    Eventually, she reached the safety of her own house. She rushed inside and slammed the door behind her. Then, in confusion, she looked around. She saw the dust, the cobwebs, the rats, the open coffin and the dead body of her brother lying in a pool of blood on the floor.

    To her utter horror, she was back inside Angela’s house and there stood Angela, smiling from ear to ear, with blood dripping down her chin. Before Eliska had a chance to react, Angela grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her close.

    The last thing Eliska felt before everything went black was a pair of fangs sinking into her neck.

  • My Husband Is Married To My Daughter

    My Husband Is Married To My Daughter

    My Husband Is Married TO My Daughter

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    🤦 My Husband Is Married TO My Daughter: 👩‍❤️‍👨💞

    I got married in a traditional ceremony to my husband, 20 years ago. I’m from Ughelli South and my husband is from Isoko North, both in Delta State.

    We relocated from Delta State to Lagos State, immediately after we got married.

    I came into my husband’s house with my five year daughter whose pregnancy her father denied. My husband took up the responsibility of raising her as his own and even gave her his surname.

    Today, she is not only a certified Estate Surveyor, but very lucky to be in the employment of one of the leading firms, in Nigeria.

    My husband and I, inspite of putting in our best efforts, have been unable to conceive since we got married.

    About two years ago, my daughter got pregnant for an unknown man. Having walked that road before, I insisted on her keeping the baby and gave her my whole support.

    She gave birth to a son, who in a strange way takes after my husband in looks. My husband and I were happy to be grandparents. We both dotted on the baby.

    By now my daughter was already on her own. My husband bought her a very expensive car as a gift for making him proud as a father.

    Since she bears my husband’s surname, I didn’t think it out of place when she gave his surname to my grandson since his father was unknown.

    Few weeks ago, my daughter fell ill, and had to be admitted. My husband who always took it upon himself to be by her side in times, like this, was on official assignment outside the country. The responsibility of caring for her and my grandson became solely mine.

    For the first time, I had access to my daughter’s bedroom, as she had made it clear to me that her room was off limit to me.

    Since she and the baby needed change of clothes, I had to enter her room to get them.

    That was when I discovered the biggest shock and betrayal of my life. Adorning her bedroom walls were pictures of her and my husband in intimate postures. Even the ones of their court wedding were pasted on the walls.

    It was from these pictures I got to know my husband was the father of her son as well as the one on the way since the doctor confirmed her pregnant before I left the hospital to bring her change of clothes.

    I’m so pained at this betrayal.

    Should I abandon her at the hospital especially as she and my husband from the documents I saw in her room, have concluded all plans to travel out of the country?

    Should I call my husband to tell him about my findings? Should I confront my daughter?

    Advice please!!!

  • We Are Women!

    We Are Women!

    We Are Women

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    🤷 We Are Women: 💞

    Dutiful complements of men
    We are their weakness and strength
    That was how it was meant

    We are always quiet
    Look through our hearts, they are wet
    We behave like weather
    Sometimes harmattan, monsoon season or winter

    We smile in frowns
    We die every month with our eve’s cramps
    Most times we ask God why?
    Most times we hide our pains and cry

    We are like rivers of living water
    We quench men’s lonely hunger
    We father them
    We mother them

    We are women with rare terms
    We are efficacious – rare gems
    Call us weaker vessels
    But we are the whistles that wrestle your lion muscles

    We studied different courses
    But we are doctors and nurses
    We balm your ills
    Feed your anger with our soothing meals

    We are women
    Sustainers of your fame
    We are managing directors
    Even in your ignorance, we are your rectors

    We are good cooks
    Apart from that, we have good looks
    Never in our arms will you starve
    For as respectful wives, you, we will serve

    You can not marry us and cheat
    Except your natures carry that meat
    We have hearts like God, easily forgiving
    Do not take us for granted, we can be daring

    We are women
    We are God’s satchel
    We are answers to your daily prayers
    Ask God! You treat us well, you get your answers

    We are women
    We are liable to make you lame
    On our knees
    When you boastfully treat us with unease

    We are the nation
    Everything one could ever mention
    We are your existence
    The typical reason of your essence

    We are vigorous
    We are industrious
    We are rewriters of your future
    That’s our nature, so nurture us with culture

    We cry at night
    We love to be cuddled, that’s our right
    We cry when things fall in pleasant places
    We cry when things fall in drenches
    That’s our nature, hold us tight

    #HAPPIEST MOTHER’S DAY!

  • Innocent Brother Bernard (A Must Read!)

    Innocent Brother Bernard (A Must Read!)

    Innocent Brother Bernard

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    🤦 Innocent Brother Bernard : 🥲

    On a very hot afternoon, the sun was almost roasting my skin out of my body. It was 2pm, I was going to my house from the market.

    I waited patiently for bus to take me home, while I was waiting, i saw a young man between the age of 30-35years, properly dressed in white shirt stocked into his black plain trouser with a brown belt and brown shoe to complete his systematic arrangement, and i guess he was also waiting for bus, a lot of people were at that spot too.

    Soon enough, a long motorbus arrived and people starting moving into the motorbus, but then I was walking gently to the bus, admiring the color combination of this young man’s dressing also considering how dusty, dirty and scattered the environment was, with hoodlum (agboro) hanging here and there waiting for buses to come so they will load the bus and collect their normal 50naira.

    Then all of a sudden, a lady shouted, olé olé, thief, thief, catch am, he steal my money, see am, na thief, you steal my money and you wan enter bus run, before you know it heavy slap from no where landed on his face. What did I do? He asked politely, you be thief the lady replied. Then those hoodlums picked wands of different sizes and started hitting him not minding his appearance.

    Tears was almost rolling down my eyes considering how dirty Dis guys hitting him and clean and orderly he was dressed. Bernard could not possibly be a thief judging him by appearance and look.

    Shey na u dy thief ppl property for Dis market?? Today you go see, someone shouted approaching him with Barton. His white was gradually changing color combination with stains of blood from his flesh and before he could understand what is happening, he was already lying helplessly on that dirty ground, and gradually his shirts was flying out from his trouser and cutting down patch by patch.

    He stole my money, olé, olé, thief, give me my money, she was still lamenting. How much hin still from you madam?? One of the hoodlum asked. My five thousand, this man na thief. Then they searched him and found five thousand naira and small small change, 100naira, 200naira and 50naira,. You see am?? This man na barrawo. The woman shouted.

    I can explain, please wait let me explain, Bernard pleaded exhaustingly, but the beating only increased because five thousand naira was found in his wallet, they were hitting him so hard that his flesh came out with the sticks as he was gradually going naked. Arrrrh, arrrrh, let me explain, I did not steal her money, Bernard continue to lament as gradually his voice reduced. Arrrrh, arrrh, arrrrh he could nearly say a word when they hit him stone and sticks.

    Chaii chaii, see fine boy, see how em dress like banker, dy steal. Na wetin fit am, said one woman as she watch from a distance. I get fuel, me I get tyre, if you leave am, him go steal again. Then Bernard was almost naked because, they condemned his cloth on his body and then he was exhausted, I couldn’t help but watch from one end of the road with heavy tears rolling down my eyes.

    Then I saw dirty people that could not afford 3² meal a day contributing 300niara per litre fuel and tyre. The tyre was placed on his head and body, they poured the fuel on him and then one matchstick was enough to end his life in pain. Arrrrrrrrrrh, Bernard shouted in great pain as he struggled to get up but was exhausted. Those hoodlums turned away one after another as the heat from the fire on Bernard’s body was getting high. Bernard was gradually turning into black smoke and people that watched from distance all went sorrowfully away, Bernard died slowly but painfully.

    The woman watched how Bernard was dying and she heared someone calling “mummy mummy” she turned and then saw her son junior running towards her and on reaching her he said loudly dragging the crowds attention, “mummy daddy say make I give you this 5000 naira, say him carry am from ur bag. Eyes widened, jaw dropped and someone let out a cry “no be him steal the money oooo” but Bernard was just ash by then.

    It was 9:00pm that day, Bernard’s wife( newly married with her 3months old baby boy) called her elder sis. Hello Ada, did you say Bernard came to shop today?? Yes, and I gave him five thousand to give to you, is he not back??? Oh my God, he’s not back. Where has he gone to?? My husband is not like that, he he had never returned this late before.

    Bernard’s wife replied with her baby in her hand. He will be back there, maybe he branched to see a friend.
    This is my story. It happens everyday in our country Nigeria.
    JUNGLE JUSTICE IS NOT THE BEST OPTION, LET’S STOP JUNGLE JUSTICE TODAY AND SAVE LIFE, BOTH THE INNOCENT AND THE GUILTY.

    I SAY NO TO JUNGLE JUSTICE

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  • An Eye For An Eye (Part 1)

    An Eye For An Eye (Part 1)

    An Eye For An Eye Part 1

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    🤦 An Eye For An Eye Part ONE:

    (A STORY OF UNFORGIVENESS WRITTEN BASED ON PERSONAL EXPERIENCE)

    HOW IT ALL STARTED…

    What I am writing about today is something that has been on my mind but I didn’t have the gut to talk about it because it’s so embarrassing plus the fact that I usually feel hurt whenever I remember, until recently that God finally helped me to find peace. It happened many years ago, when I was still a teenager, living under my parents. Though I didn’t tell them, none of my siblings knew too, I guess they’ll see it here now sha. My wife is the only one I’ve ever told, and I didn’t forget how I cried bitterly on the day I was narrating the terrible ordeal to her. Trust me, I am typing this with a big grin on my face right now, because God has helped me to get over it 😁😁
    Sit back, read, laugh and learn ✌️✌️✌️

    I am the type that likes travelling a lot, so I convinced one of my big sisters back then (not my biological sister) to allow me follow her to Ilorin (Kwara State) to spend one of the December holidays and she obliged. I also begged her to come help me talk to my parents to grant me a pass and she did. Fortunately for me (or maybe unfortunately, you’ll understand as we move on), my parents agreed, they said I could go to Kwara with her for the holiday.

    I’ve lived all my life in Kogi (my state of origin), though Ilorin was my place of birth. My dad told me he was living there till few months after my birth that he was transferred to Kogi State. So we relocated to Kogi when I was still less than a year old.

    I was more than grateful for the privilege to see another part of the world. So, I grabbed my stuffs already and off we went!

    Oh, my first time in Kwara as an individual that is aware of himself, I was so excited. I felt like “Finally, village boy don visit city ooo” 😃😃😃. I even had a pen and notepad in my hand, I was writing the names of all the fine places I saw so that I would have enough gist to give my friends in the village.

    My big sister took me to one area in Ilorin called Taiwo Oke, that was where her own elder sister, Auntie Seun, was living. She told me that I would be spending my holiday with Auntie Seun, and assured me that I would be well taken care of. She would also be around to see to my well-being.

    The house was a “Face me I slap you” storey building and Auntie Seun’s room was one of the rooms at the top floor. The top floor had about 10 rooms, 5 on each side, facing each other, and a passageway separating the rooms. There were occupants in all of the rooms.

    Auntie Seun was very kind to me, she took good care of me, my biological siblings wouldn’t have done better. Auntie Seun was working, so most times, she would be at work during the day and I would be home alone.

    Living in the room next to our own was one Auntie, a complete slay mama, she should be in her early 30s. She had different men she was messing around with, I mean elderly men, people’s husbands. Usually, all the tenants would be at work during the week days. Apart from me, she was the only person who was always home. Her customers usually come visiting in big cars. I can’t say she had no job, at least, she dey do hook up for her room 😁😁😁😃😃

    One of the days Auntie Seun had gone to work, it was around the time that P Sqaure’s “Busy body” album was still trending, I was inside the room jeje, relaxing with the music. I even increased the volume to a considerable level because I didn’t want to hear all the moaning that usually come from the room of hook up Auntie and her “aristo” customers. Only wall was separating my room and her own. When it was past mid-day, I heard a knock on the door.

    When I opened the door, I saw a lady standing at the door, almost n@ked, she was tying a short towel, leaving all her l@p area and cle@vage exposed. The sight was somehow, I almost shouted “Blood of Jesus” and banged the door at her face but I considered such as embarrassment. I quickly thought to myself…“haaa, what is this one again this hot afternoon now?”

    Guess who was standing at the door? It was our hook up Auntie oo. I was wondering why she came knocking because she was not someone who had good relationship with neighbours. You know, people who engage in her kind of deals usually live in seclusion, perhaps, because of their conscience. In fact, I had never seen her and Auntie Seun having any kind of conversation. So, I was curious, I was looking forward to hearing why she came knocking.

    People of God, what she said to me shocked the living day light out of me, she said…

    TO BE CONTINUED

  • My Wife (Part 1)

    My Wife (Part 1)

    My Wife Part 1

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    👫 My Wife Part ONE: 💞

    My wife is a very loving and forgiving woman. She knows about my cheating habit and she has never bantered words with me.

    At a point i got scared. I needed her to say something but she wouldn’t.

    One faithful day, she returned from work unexpectedly. Honestly, it wasn’t her usual time of coming back home. She came home and caught me in the act of sleeping with her best friend on our matrimonal bed. I expected the worst from her, but she didn’t say a word neither did she do anything.

    She quietly walked outside waiting for us to finish. Out of fear i chased the young lady out. I was expecting my wife to beat her up but she didn’t. Instead, when the lady left my wife walked into the kitchen to prepare dinner for me.

    “Honey your food is ready.” She informed like nothing happened. I was skeptical about eating the food.
    “What if she poisoned it?” I thought.
    “Honey you need to eat now before the food gets cold.” She persuaded.

    She saw how reluctant i was about eating her food.

    I was already sitting on the dinning table, but i refused to eat. “I’m not hungry,” i stuttered.

    She took my food and ate few spoons from it, maybe she knew what was going on in my mind.

    “Now eat your food.” She blurted.

    I held the spoon with my shaky hand, and managed to eat. Truly the food wasn’t poisoned.

    I was afraid to sleep at night because i feared that my wife would kill me. I slept with one eye opened. When i woke up in the morning, i was shocked. “She didn’t kill me,” i thought.

    “Sweetheart, good morning.” She greeted.

    “Honey, don’t you think you need to punish me?” i opened up to her.

    “For what?” she asked applying powder on her face.

    “I’m late for work, your breakfast is on the dinning table. I’m off.” she said as she kissed me and walked away.

    I was left in shock, and couldn’t utter a word. I walked to the dinning to see the food. I fed our dog with part of the food and our dog didn’t die, so i ate the food.

    This woman is dying in silence.

    To Be Continued

  • My Delicious Landlady (Episode 1)

    My Delicious Landlady (Episode 1)

    My Delicious Landlady Episode 1

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    👫 My Delicious Landlady Episode ONE: 💕

    When I first moved into my apartment and was introduced to my landlady by the agent I did a double take. Her house girl came to get the door and ushered us into the sitting room.
    I was surreptitiously sizing the housegirl up and wondering if I could score. She was plump in a nice sort of way with a heavy Bottom and medium round bosoms. I smiled at her and she smiled back then looked away shyly, rolling her hips a bit more enticingly as she walked in to get madam.

    “Bad girl,” I thought to myself already gloating in anticipation. We sat down to wait.
    After about 15mins i was becoming impatient when, finally the land lady herself emerged. She walked into the sitting room staring at me like my d–k was hanging out. It might as well have been. I was staring at the most curvy and fleshy female being I had ever set my eyes on. Round and plump, with bosoms each almost as big as a melon.

    Despite her evident roundness, i could make out formidably wide hips through her clothes, a loose blouse with a wrapper tied round her waist. From the way her bosoms were rolling heavily but gently from side to side as she moved, i could tell she was not in bra. She seemed about mid forties
    ‘Bayo,” she greeted the agent as she sat down, ‘is this my new neighbour?’ ‘you’re welcome’
    “thank you ma” I replied.

    “I hope you like the apartment, has Bayo taken you round?”
    “Yes, I’ve seen it and its quite ok”
    After a few more pleasantries and rules and regulations of living in her compound, she asked what I was doing. I told her I was into business and she asked to know if i was married.

    My negative reply brought the ghost of a smile to her face as she jokingly said, “my house girl is off limits oh,” to which I also jokingly replied, “don’t worry ma, she’s a small girl,” and looking into her eyes added softly, “I like older women.” Her smile widened and she changed the topic. She soon left me with the agent to work out other details, but I didn’t hear a word he said.

    My eyes followed my landlady’s departing Bottom and I could feel my long d–k start to rise as I imagined burying it in the deep crack between her rolling buttocks. I didn’t have to wait long.
    The next day as I was moving my things in, she was driving out to the market. She stopped when she saw me,so she called me over. As she wind down her window I could feel the cool air from her Ac but she was sweating slightly. She has small eyes and full African lips and was wearing a very low cut blouse.

    My eyes trailed a drop of sweat down her neck and chest until it disappeared into her deep cleavage. Till today I can’t remember what she asked me. I was just saying “yes ma, yes ma”. Meanwhile my eyes could only stare incredulously at the huge succulent m—-s between her arms as she gripped the steering. My oga downstairs was already nodding against the door of her infinity jeep and my heart was pounding loudly in my ears.

    All I could think was “chei!! See delicious woman!!,” wondering how those bosoms would feel in my hands. Suddenly I noticed everywhere was quiet. I finally looked up sheepishly to see her smiling at me with a coy look on her face. She said, “I said you should stop saying ma. Call me madam Janet or just Janet, you hear?!” I said I had heard. She took my number and said she would call me later in the day.

    She gave me a long silent look with that ghost of a smile on her face and as she drove out I could hear her humming along to the radio which was playing wande coal’s “u want it, u bad.hi

    ” I said to myself “e be like say this madam wan use me play sha.” I decided to chat up her house girl and learned that she had been married but her husband travelled abroad and she lost contact with him. They had had a big fight and lived separately for two months before he left. She had three kids and the last one was in boarding school.

    TO Be Continued