This is the second time I'm staying glued to a story, nice write-up OP .....when is the next??

So intresting

did d story end?

dis lie is too much for me to bear, omg am so pissed, dis gal can lie

thatsincerechic:
I never asked for the pay.. She gave with willingness and i collected with gratefulness, moreover i needed the cash. Would I not be a fool if I had rejected it

of course you'll be a fool to reject it.I'm sure she knows your condition and she's richer than you.God gave you a good friend with a heart of gold to compliment your strenght. But pls I still need to be connected to TRACY don't forget that.I want to see tracy.

Blazinraj01:
You caught me. I am a fan. Patiently waiting for season 5

Lol. I am watching it all over again. I cried when I got to season 3 episode 20. When they were running in the Bush and Shaw was shot. The sound track made me cry. Had to look for the title of the sound track and downloaded it.


Don't think thr wld be season 5 o. because it shld ve been out latest Sept ending

this is super story...ghen ghen...

i've never followed any thread d way i follow dis one...it's quite an interestin story...babe ur story is touchin....it wil also be gud 4 super story(true life story) wale adenuga production

Daboss007:

Snapshot of your scholarship from shell and pictures of you rearing fowl as a Js2 student or ADONBILIVIT

Here is a snapshot of d scholarship form from shell
I can't edit d details at d front hence m posting d back side dat av no personal details.

Abt a pix of me rearing fowl, guy I only say: pictures of ur brain or adonbiliv u av a brain or ur brain is end time brain

obstead200:
what u say is sooo true.
Reason why I don't ever wanna have female kids. The wahala too much. U have to guard them, guide them, provide heavily for them or else them fit give u blood pressure. At the end of the day, u are simply doing all that for one guy somewhere to enjoy.

I'm sure you'll be having a wife.if others don't give birth to female child who will you marry. No doubt about what you said but your conclusion is not the solution.

End time story

Good write up. Pls put this on black and white and have it publish. You will make cool money I bet with you.

I don't think I have ever followed any thread like this before. Be it fiction or true life story, the op has been able to tell the story of what happens on our campuses. Well articulated, i think this piece could be recommended for publication #my_thought

thatsincerechic:
I never asked for the pay.. She gave with willingness and i collected with gratefulness, moreover i needed the cash. Would I not be a fool if I had rejected it

No you wouldn't, though it has passed but IMO you shouldn't have, at least her other frinds were paying you. This is the person that clothe you, fed you and allowed you stayed in a very comfortable apartment of her's, was she a fool to have done all these for you?, you shouldn't have and you would def not have looked foolish either.

Kai!!! Dis OP no no say na edge I dy use browse,before I open d next page, anxiety dne kill me!

Ruq:


I really wish mine was the same, it goes along way in helping us, there are two things you mentioned that I witnessed the exact opposite, and till now they still have a hang on me, I pray your mum lives long to enjoy what she worked for may God strengthen her for you all.

D gud tin my broda is dat we all ar survivors, look at u sitting in ur office (even if na posing like my own ) we survived although wit scars. We av an obligation not to make d errors of our parents on our kids. Till today I still giv out excuses on behalf of my parents each tym a reminder of dia failure weakness surface.

From political thuggery (ballot box snatcher), hired thug, barber, mechanic, caterer, work man, till I pitched my tent as a professional safety officer in a company (although dem don drop all of us for d company oil price)

We ar survivors!!!!!


Op quick wit dis ur story.

still waiting for where she used what she had to get what she wants

One those story from hints and heart magazines.

One of those story from hints and heart magazines.

jomoh:
So what now happened.



Dirty girl. Defecating after bathing.

Lol

This story is just soo touching

Henrypraise:


Here is a snapshot of d scholarship form from shell
I can't edit d details at d front hence m posting d back side dat av no personal details.

Abt a pix of me rearing fowl, guy I only say: pictures of ur brain or adonbiliv u av a brain or ur brain is end time brain

Lol. Nice 1 bruh

See people viewing this thread @dis hour....Op wetin dey happen na

Nice post, following 100%

NYC one........ ....

Op abeg I dey wait o

Felix6:
One of those story from hints and heart magazines.

Are u sure? Anyways, I need to know how she survived

After i got back from class the Thursday afternoon I met Andy, Rita was home reading, I greeted her but there was no response. I called out her name and greeted for the second time and she finally replied with
"fine.. Welcome" which was not audible enough but I guessed those were her words because I read her lips. The rest of the day was painfully slow and i wished the next day would come sooner so I could go for lectures.
When it was almost eight in the evening, I could not bear the silence any longer, told Rita I was going into the school campus to read in one of the lecture halls, she nodded and then I took my books and left.
Back at the lecture Hall, I was finding it difficult to comprehend anything I read, the next course was the worse, even my most favourite course was so boring to me and then I gave up on reading and slept all through the night.
As early as five in the morning, I was out of campus, headed straight to Rita's apartment, opened the door from the outside, found her sleeping when I was inside,cleaned up, got dressed and took my writing materials and left the house by 7am even though the first lecture for that day was scheduled for 11am.
I met Andy after classes, he reminded me about his birthday party which was the next day, I noted and left.
Not long after I met Andy, my mother called to know how I was faring. I wanted to say a lot, tell her I was dying inside, that I was in pains, I was depressed but I thought it wouldn't make any difference So i told her I was having accommodation issues, I couldn't hide it any longer. I narrated the whole Rita accommodation brouhaha to her of which we finally concluded she was going to talk to Rita on the phone as soon as I got home.
I was finally home, tired and Worried. Rita was out, the pots in the kitchen were empty and i was very hungry. I opted for cornflakes only to realise that all her provisions were missing and the only thing I saw was my custard which I bought for that semester.
I sigh deeply, stood on the spot for a long time before deciding on having custard and then I slept.
I woke up in the middle of the night, Rita was not back still. I woke up again by 3am still no sign of her. I had made sure I removed my keys from the keyhole so she could open the door from outside instead of waking me up. When I was finally awake by 6am, I became worried, called her mobile line severally but there was no response.
Andy's birthday started at exactly 12pm like he said it would. Guests kept coming till past 2pm, the whole place was filled up with our course mates, friend's of his, and some of his relatives.
There was plenty of food, alcoholic and none alcoholic drinks, there was indeed merriment in the air and soon enough I forgot about all my problems.
The party ended by 6 pm and i left for Rita's place only for me to meet a big package awaiting me. As soon as I got to the entrance of the building of Rita's apartment , I saw a luggage at the security post In my subconscious mind, walked past only for me to turn back after I had taken few steps because the luggage look like it was mine. I got back to the security post to confirm it was mine, I was baffled when I realised the bitter truth. The security man was trying to tell me some things but I was too shocked to listen, I rushed upstairs, knocked on Rita's door, there was no response so I decided to use my keys, only for me to find out that the lock had been changed. I was transfixed, staring at the door, I felt light weighted and for a moment thought I was going to faint...

Kpele!!!!

thatsincerechic:
After i got back from class the Thursday afternoon I met Andy, Rita was home reading, I greeted her but there was no response. I called out her name and greeted for the second time and she finally replied with
"fine.. Welcome" which was not audible enough but I guessed those were her words because I read her lips. The rest of the day was painfully slow and i wished the next day would come sooner so I could go for lectures.
When it was almost eight in the evening, I could not bear the silence any longer, told Rita I was going into the school campus to read in one of the lecture halls, she nodded and then I took my books and left.
Back at the lecture Hall, I was finding it difficult to comprehend anything I read, the next course was the worse, even my most favourite course was so boring to me and then I gave up on reading and slept all through the night.
As early as five in the morning, I was out of campus, headed straight to Rita's apartment, opened the door from the outside, found her sleeping when I was inside,cleaned up, got dressed and took my writing materials and left the house by 7am even though the first lecture for that day was scheduled for 11am.
I met Andy after classes, he reminded me about his birthday party which was the next day, I noted and left.
Not long after I met Andy, my mother called to know how I was faring. I wanted to say a lot, tell her I was dying inside, that I was in pains, I was depressed but I thought it wouldn't make any difference So i told her I was having accommodation issues, I couldn't hide it any longer. I narrated the whole Rita accommodation brouhaha to her of which we finally concluded she was going to talk to Rita on the phone as soon as I got home.
I was finally home, tired and Worried. Rita was out, the pots in the kitchen were empty and i was very hungry. I opted for cornflakes only to realise that all her provisions were missing and the only thing I saw was my custard which I bought for that semester.
I sigh deeply, stood on the spot for a long time before deciding on having custard and then I slept.
I woke up in the middle of the night, Rita was not back still. I woke up again by 3am still no sign of her. I had made sure I removed my keys from the keyhole so she could open the door from outside instead of waking me up. When I was finally awake by 6am, I became worried, called her mobile line severally but there was no response.
Andy's birthday started at exactly 12pm like he said it would. Guests kept coming till past 2pm, the whole place was filled up with our course mates, friend's of his, and some of his relatives.
There was plenty of food, alcoholic and none alcoholic drinks, there was indeed merriment in the air and soon enough I forgot about all my problems.
The party ended by 6 pm and i left for Rita's place only for me to meet a big package awaiting me. As soon as I got to the entrance of the building of Rita's apartment , I saw a luggage at the security post In my subconscious mind, walked past only for me to turn back after I had taken few steps because the luggage look like it was mine. I got back to the security post to confirm it was mine, I was baffled when I realised the bitter truth. The security man was trying to tell me some things but I was too shocked to listen, I rushed upstairs, knocked on Rita's door, there was no response so I decided to use my keys, only for me to find out that the lock had been changed. I was transfixed, staring at the door, I felt light weighted and for a moment thought I was going to faint...

op u too much.... be it fiction or true story I no u hve touch a lot of lives. much grease 2 ur elbow









hit like if u think dis op will b a wife material or share if u think her lies disqulify her 4rm been a wife material

This made me remembered the day I entered Akure without having no where to stay or sleep!!! I stood at Nepa Roundabout Arakale road out of choice looking left and right having no where to go. Called a few people I knew, but was let down. My airtime later finished, I had to borrow 50 naira from Mtn to call my mum who later linked me with one of her relatives I never knew or heard of. Left around 10:30pm in the night after the hookup. Anytime I pass through that same spot, I always felt like crying. Anyway I thank God!!! We all have a story to tell.