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  • When He Makes Money!

    When He Makes Money!

    When He Makes Money

    Thank you for choosing Siri as your online beautiful sweet story reading partner. Today we have “When He Makes Money John by Shantel Awajionyi Igana Stories Or Novels To Read with Siri.”

    🤷 When He Makes Money:

    When John was poor
    You kicked him out of the door
    Like a landlord to his debtor
    John wasn’t one to consider a suitor

    You laughed at his shoes
    You said they looked like weapons for coups
    You mocked his attire
    You said he looked like a gunfire

    John squatted with friends to feed
    Even his worries were worried
    So many times he has sown a seed
    Trusting God for a supernatural need

    You said John smelt like a cow
    Despite his efforts to win your love, you twirl your eyebrow
    Even your friends talked to him anyhow

    John has touched the sky
    He now has more than money can buy
    You’re now giving him an eye
    Acting like you’re shy

    John has seen the galaxies
    He has forgot the poor galleries
    Now he can take hundred to counties
    Why is he now the man of your dreams?

    Ada is calling, Amaka is calling
    Joy is boiling, Cynthia is wailing
    Gowns and skirts are falling
    Everyone’s wondering, John is dawning

    Nọt all poor men lack tomorrow
    One who lends today can borrow tomorrow
    Every plant on good ground will grow
    Know the stones you throw, the way is hollow

  • We Are Women!

    We Are Women!

    We Are Women

    Thank you for choosing Siri as your online beautiful sweet story reading partner. Today we have “We Are Women by Shantel Awajionyi Igana Stories Or Novels To Read with Siri.”

    🤷 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!

  • Pregnant For My Husband’s Driver (Chapter 3)

    Pregnant For My Husband’s Driver (Chapter 3)

    Pregnant For My Husband’s Driver Chapter 3

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    💞 Pregnant For My Husband’s Driver CHAPTER THREE: 🤰

    Westley returned at night. The joy seeing me was overwhelming. We got lost in each other’s arms. He asked numerous questions about my wellbeing. There in the parlour, we acted Nollywood in its romance. The driver stood at the main entrance door with Westley’s luggage staring angrily at him.

    “You can leave those things there, I will take it from there”. Westley told Apollo, thereby discharging him. Westley lifted me off my feet and took me to the master bedroom. Apollo looked till we were out of sight. I could see the jealousy in his eyes. I could smell the hatred in his looks. I pushed his thoughts off my mind and had a memorable time with my husband.

    “I missed you greatly, Honey”. I whispered in his ears as he wrapped me in his warm hug. He pecked my forehead and lowered his cheek on my head.

    “It was just a month and three weeks. It’s not like the usual. I’m sorry, Dear. But the news has changed now. The company has got a branch here in Abuja and I’ve assigned to manage it”. Westley’s smiles were contagious. I got up and jumped on him happily.

    “That means no more travelling for too long?”. I asked smiling broadly.

    *Yes, no more!”. He nodded. I thought I was happy until the thoughts of the pregnancy clouded me again. My mood changed. But I didn’t want him to get a clue so I acted happy. I acted undisturbed. That night, I woke Westley up to make me feel like a woman but he murmured as usual. That is something I hardly talk about. Westley’s ceaseless complaints of tiredness whenever he returns. If he wants it at all, he gets it for himself leaving me unsatisfying.

    “Sweetheart, you know I’m tired. I had a long day out there. Please let me take some rest”. He turned away and slept off. This has been his behaviour since after our wedding but due to the luxury I live in, I don’t noise it outside neither have I complained to my mother nor friends. Outside, people use our marriage as a typical illustration of a blessed home but hardly do they know my plight.

    As I sat up on the bed, I silently wept for the shame I have brought my marriage. I love Westley and I can’t lose him, still I can’t get rid of the pregnancy because it has been my prayers for over ten years of marriage.

    TO Be Continued