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Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by akigbemaru: 4:16pm On Nov 29, 2017
sheikshegetto:
Like I said; I blame no one for my traits, not my sex, not my tribe nor the women that gave me my title, the women I ploughed, the women I cultivated, but my origin goes back to them.

I was the last of seven children, and the only male, my mother kept trying, my father kept nagging, he wanted a male child but yes, the economy was not smiling at him around that period burdening him the more as my mother kept popping another extra child faster than his salary pay day.

Until he finally lost it when I was conceived, thinking I was another girl, he begged my mother to abort me but when that failed, he raged and threatened my mother to no avail, after she delivered and when he found out I was a boy, the old dude borrowed money to kill a goat to celebrate... "Radarada," as if that would erase the fact that my father almost arranged my existence, I used to laugh as i imagine the look of betrayal on my little face if babies could talk, I would have given him an earful.
Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Uniquejames(m): 4:39pm On Nov 29, 2017
thought as much...
if that demonic horns finally erupt bro it isn't your fault any bit.
following till the end...
Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by BluMalam(m): 4:46pm On Nov 29, 2017
It's common but unspoken knowledge that an early and revolutionary heartbreak is usually the source of our savagery in skirt affairs.

Your wit is off the hinges OP. Keep em coming... cool

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Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by wealth499(m): 6:18pm On Nov 29, 2017
Nice write up bro

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Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Sirme411(m): 7:57pm On Nov 29, 2017
Chippapi,D9ty,Apollo.......nd Now sheikshegetto.....

Nairaland is full of Talented Writers I swear.....
Bro no forget to mention me in The Nxt Update

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Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Nobody: 8:07pm On Nov 29, 2017
*Chenai: Part 1*
I held my breath trying to listen if there was anyone else breathing in the room. Dang, the silence was unnerving. I could hear my pulse loud in my ear; my heart beat a rhythmic rendition of its own, manifesting a new wave of fear. I cried at the self-inflicted circumstance, the abyss of stupidity and careless miscalculation.

My father was a burly man who swore more than a cupful of a sailor’s semantics. Famous for his unexpected backhand slaps that every time I was near him I would involuntarily flinch. He reigned with terror in our home, mercilessly beat us all leaving us with nothing to salvage but self-pity and burning hatred for him. I can hardly remember a day when he was sober or said a kind word to any of us. There was no getting used to his abuse, everyday felt new and raw. The habitual abuse took out a piece of me every single time, as I slowly become an empty shell that existed as a punching bag for a depraved animal.

Mother was worn out; she was all skin and bones. The light that used to flicker in her eyes had diminished. She had the twitch; she would twitch now and then while jerking her head awkwardly to the left. This was acquired after the devil’s incarnate (our father) bashed her head in to the wall. I remember vividly the image of her crumpling to the floor, blood steadily trickling from her nose. I could hear my younger brother Tariro screaming in the background,

“ You killed her! You bastard! You killed her!”

Father did not give a damn, he growled at Tariro,

“Watch your mouth boy, or you will be next.”

With that threat hanging in the air he stormed out and disappeared in to the night. I was numb, I couldn’t move. I sat in that corner whimpering while watching the lifeless body of our mother. He hit her too many times on the head. Six months prior to this incident, a nasty gush on her forehead had been stitched up after she took a blow from a wheel spanner. There is so much head trauma a person can take.

Tariro was the feisty one, contrary to the reserved persona that beaconed from me. We were complete opposites. He on the other hand was generally loud mouthed and snarky, while I was the soft spoken and shy girl. We were each other’s corner stone; we strengthened each other through out the purgatory of our father’s abuse. Tariro once reported him to the police after father had given him an alarming uppercut because he had supposedly ‘eyeballed him.’

“Come here boy, eye-balling your father is utter disrespect! I said bring your scrawny ass over here!”

He bellowed. I pleaded with him.

“Please father he didn’t mean to, forgive him please”

My little brother was only twelve years old. Tariro stood with unwavering stubbornness, glaring at him in open defiance. Which did not help his case at all. Like a deranged man that he was, two long strides towards him and his fist swiftly and squarely met with Tariro’s chin, sending my brother flying across the room. Tariro got up and bolted, running faster than Forest Gump, headed straight to the police station.

To be continued…


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Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Uniquejames(m): 8:33pm On Nov 29, 2017
[quote author=Adekazbaba post=62832717]*Chenai: Part 1*
I held my breath trying to listen if there was anyone else breathing in the room. Dang, the s prior to this incident, a nasty gush on her forehead had been stitched up after she took a blow from a wheel spanner. There is so much head trauma a person can take.


oga Ade don't coman spoil trend for us na

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Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Uniquejames(m): 1:40am On Dec 01, 2017
sheikshegetto we have been waiting
Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Intrepid1(m): 2:04pm On Dec 01, 2017
Very nice story. Gripping and easy to read. Well done.

I hope you see it through to the end though. A lot of unfinished stories on this site.

Well done again.
Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by itsandi(m): 4:35pm On Dec 01, 2017
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Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by enonche85(m): 9:35pm On Dec 01, 2017
And this looks like another halfway abandoned story, so many of them here on NL
Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Uniquejames(m): 12:35pm On Dec 02, 2017
enonche85:
And this looks like another halfway abandoned story, so many of them here on NL

me personally won't be happy.

its not fair!
Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by sheikshegetto(m): 10:40pm On Dec 02, 2017
Uniquejames
Enonche85

Sincere apologies guys, but i only get the chance to write and share whenever I'm relaxed and well settled in one place....as per hustle na, but i promise to take this all the way...but recently i suprisenly got banned by spam bot, still dont know why tho, i now have access to the forum.. Thanks for enjoying the story.

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Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by enonche85(m): 11:17pm On Dec 02, 2017
sheikshegetto:
Uniquejames
Enonche85

Sincere apologies guys, but i only get the chance to write and share whenever I'm relaxed and well settled in one place....as per hustle na, but i promise to take this all the way...but recently i suprisenly got banned by spam bot, still dont know why tho, i now have access to the forum.. Thanks for enjoying the story.

We are with u!

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Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Uyiii: 11:23pm On Dec 02, 2017
sheikshegetto:
Uniquejames
Enonche85

Sincere apologies guys, but i only get the chance to write and share whenever I'm relaxed and well settled in one place....as per hustle na, but i promise to take this all the way...but recently i suprisenly got banned by spam bot, still dont know why tho, i now have access to the forum.. Thanks for enjoying the story.

Lost interest already mansmiley, nice half baked story
see you latrundecided

Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by OluwabuqqyYOLO(m): 10:44pm On Dec 03, 2017
sheikshegetto:
Uniquejames
Enonche85

Sincere apologies guys, but i only get the chance to write and share whenever I'm relaxed and well settled in one place....as per hustle na, but i promise to take this all the way...but recently i suprisenly got banned by spam bot, still dont know why tho, i now have access to the forum.. Thanks for enjoying the story.
He's lost interest. I haven't. Please continue when you can. His interest will not feed you or help you become better.

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Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by enonche85(m): 7:13am On Dec 04, 2017
OluwabuqqyYOLO:

He's lost interest. I haven't. Please continue when you can. His interest will not feed you or help you become better.

Who is this one?...well I choose to ignore u..
Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by sheikshegetto(m): 12:20pm On Dec 04, 2017
Contrary to the way I acted like a boss,I admit that all was for show, my heart was crushed, I mended it hastily right back in her presence but like all hastily molded pottery, my heart became brittle and rough.

I did not even know how I sat for my jamb exam that week, I sha wrote something down and left the hall, before the invigilator called me back to write my name on my script cos I forgot to.

When my jamb results came out…my mind was
zeroed on it being worse than the first one I sat for, I blamed myself for letting my emotions get the better of me, so i simply decided not to check it online, making one excuse after another anytime my mum asked if I had gone to check it, until she got fedup and gave my sister some money to check it for me.

The moment I heard her arrive home back from the internet café I fled back to my room to lock myself up so as to avoid a shouting match with my mum, a few moments later I heard her dancing and singing that she has overcomed all her enemies.

Curious, I poked my head out of my room to see was was amiss, when two of my sisters ambushed me, grabbed my hands and led me into the living room where I stood gaping at my mum as she comically wriggle to the song she was singing.

I then concluded that my jamb score must have been so bad my mother had become mad with hysterics so I resignly braced myself for the worse.

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Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by sheikshegetto(m): 12:26pm On Dec 04, 2017
“Okanlawon mi, I knew you inherited my great uncles brains, the first nigerian harvard professior, I knew you had it in you, mama excells daughter ga’n with her bigger head did not make this score, wait till I show her this.

I snatched the paper from her hand to confirm whether my mum hasn’t mistaken my jamb registration number for my jamb score, I could not believe my eyes, i got a whooping 359

I was besides myself with joy, my dad received the news more gruffly but I could see he was happy even if pride wouldn't allow him show it.

The news of my result helped in dulling the pain of ekaette's betrayal, but I vowed never again to let a woman showdrive me.

So another fast fowarding, couple of months later, I gained admission into reasonable state university to study architecture. Right at that moment I was waging a personal war within me, my anger at my ex strained my relationship with women, and my inner demon wanted to go agro on her species but there was still an outa of affection left inside of me, my dear mother and sisters, and the saying “do to others as thou wishes fate to do with thee,” that which is simply translated to the law of karma.

Despite all that, I vowed to never show weakness by reining in my emotions and to deal swiftly with any woman that would want to attempt pulling a fast one on me. But fate needed to teach me one final lesson and it was in my 2nd year in the university.

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Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by sheikshegetto(m): 12:30pm On Dec 04, 2017
When they say third time lucky, three strikes you’re out, my third strike came in the form of Omotola,

prior to meeting her, I was in and out of relationships so fast I can only call them flings, as soon as they start nagging, I’m out, start showing a little bit of boredom, I’m gone, too much possessiveness, I go just start the “its not you, its me dialogue”…my relationships lasted shorter than Chris brown's life in the movie stomp the yard.

Another thing I made sure of is the sex. I never beat about the bush, I never had that opportunity with ekaette cos I always obliged whenever she says no, much later I began to think I was at fault for not pushing it then cos maybe she wouldn’t have ditched me for Mr. tall yellow Fred in the first place once she got a taste of what I could bring to the table, so I forgo the gentle guy, we down or not, then I’m out, that was my policy, if the girl's no was firm, I back off but my interest rate for her drops right at that moment, if you just want to cuddle your mates are buying teddy bears, if her no seems kind of weak, I seduce her instantly as her no fades away into inaudible words.

I have no patience for girls that use sex as a weapon or bargaining chip, or guilt trip. The now you’ve gotten what you wanted: are you happy? types, I believe sex is a two way thing, madam we both enjoyed it, its not like I have barbs on the tip of my opa oranmiyan.

Most of them never actually complained after we had sex though, my apprenticeship from aunty rose saw to that. The we are only doing this once are the funniest, I just hide my amusement as I readily agreed cos I know after that they are hooked until I was the one saying we are doing it once then no more for today.

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Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by sheikshegetto(m): 12:34pm On Dec 04, 2017
Now back to omotola, she was a geology student, a year before me, I met her by mistake, or fate. Sometimes sef the two looks the same, I had eaten a substantial amount of beans the day before, I cannot call it greed as boys are wont to do back in school then, you don’t know where tomorrow’s food might come from, so eat enough for tomorrow just in case.

I guess I was trying to compete with my roomie lati, that dude have a suck away for a stomach, he ate anything, any food from any tribe, my guy has no shame, you cannot live with him and be using fork to eat, hunger will finish you, the guy inhale food he no dey chew.

So that day my stomach began to rebel during lecture, I had no doubt that if I drop something right there, my old ITT 204 lecturer will join his ancestors, and nearby sitting course mates will be traumatized for life. So I sneaked out of class to find the nearest restroom, as luck would have it I saw one of my ex’s…we were so done but she doesn’t seem to get it yet, I tried to dodge around the corner but the eagle eyed witch saw me.

“bioye” I hastened my footsteps pretending I never heard her, Her impressive persistence was one of the reasons why I impeached her from my parliament in the first place, she just don’t know when to take a hint at all. Given other days I would have hauled ass so fast she wouldn’t have had the chance to catch up but my bowels handicapped me that day, if I so much as spread my legs to run, the flood of shame will break out, so all I could manage was wobble like a crab as she closed the distance between us.

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Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by sheikshegetto(m): 12:37pm On Dec 04, 2017
In a last desperate attempt to avoid her drama, I fled into the nearby geology department amphitheater and tried to lost myself among its students, slipping into a sit as I cursed my ill luck under my breath, why today of all days.

I thought I was safe until madam glided into the hall, I dodged down with another curse, a chuckle startled me I nearly exposed my hiding place, I glared at the owner and saw two girls. Lobatan, these idiots will expose me with their laughs why me lord.

“Why you dey hide nah, bobo you give person belle ni? The nearest girl asked, the other chuckled like it’s the funniest thing she’s heard all year. I was so angry I wanted to fart right there so she can swallow some lethal gas and hopefully silence her forever.

“its really non of your business,” I answered rudely back in English hoping to make them angry enough leave me alone.

But this seem to pique their interest all the more in my affairs, so I decided to charm them instead to my side or better still repulsed them as I told them the truth, yeah can't a guy look for a place to mess and sh**t without crossing path with an annoying ex? Why does bad thing always have to happen to good people?.

To my surprise, the first girl led me to their department restroom while the other covered our asses from my eagle eyed ex girlfriend…we became tight buddies from there, surprising how you meet interesting people in peculiar situations.

Omotola and Priscilla were roomies since their first year and had been friends longer. They were my first female friends, the type you don’t eat……........YET.

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Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by RockyEyo(m): 1:03pm On Dec 04, 2017
Phew!!! I took all that in a gulp, grin
Waiting for more........ Ur life just keeps reminding me of my youth.... sad but hey let's get some more.


Good stuff

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Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by sheikshegetto(m): 2:11pm On Dec 04, 2017
These girls were weird in a good way, I mean they don’t belong to the duh, whatever, ouch cliché, they tease and exchange jokes when normal girls reach their limit and then tell you to stop, they on the other hand will go all the way with you.

At first I used their place as a point of call, either for food or hiding from other girls whom I had made the mistake of showing my abete. Soon I become pretty close to them.

Priscilla was tall and lanky, while omotola was shorter and curvier, with the kind of behind that calls for attention no matter what she wears. the fact that she was single and she wasn’t that captivated by my charisma had me fascinated, I have never met someone so stubborn, she expertly rebuffed my advances, and the fact that I wasn’t wanted by a girl, for the first time made me more determined to win her with every whims in my arsenal.

Final lesson: this is not playing hard to get, neither is it push pulling, this is their elder sister the “nymphing”.

Recap: according to greek legends, nymphs are beautiful female dryad native spirits, always lusted after by gods and men but mostly rebuff their advances, here goes, the end results the men ends up going lengths to succeed by any means.

Nymphing is what’s wrong with most folks these days, wanting what doesn’t want you, making you blind to reality and trapping you in the fantasy that you might win them at the long run. And most ended up badly.

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Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by sheikshegetto(m): 7:22pm On Dec 04, 2017
I became obsessed with her, I made it a priority to win her over at all cost, she on the other hand stubbornly dugged in her heels, as we began to the ultimate tug of war. I then changed tactics and began to act more caring, I now bring at least a small titbit anytime I visited, I jumped readily at her request and buy her anything she wanted.

She then began to relax under the attention and care, thinking I was finally melting down those walls, I asked her out…gbam, she gave me the i see you as a friend prep talk.

True to my nature, I backed off, though grudgingly cos her firm character garnered another slip of respect from me, and I expertly restored things back to the way it were with the three of us.

All would have gone on well had she not f**ked things up. Despite her brush offs, omotola enjoyed the attentions she was deriving from my courting, the random gifts, the pampering.
When I reset to factory setting all these stopped and as she couldn’t bare to lose this she resolved to pushpulling and started showing subtle signs of flirts to rein me back in.

Against my better nature, the normal me would have sensed foul play, the old me would have seen it for what it really was but alas, to my misfortune; my respect for her had already bloomed into something close to love.

THINGS WE DO FOR LOVE
I call this section memoirs of a yoruba maga, this part in my life taught me my ultimate lesson, I have been shown through the emotional and the sexual, this is their elder brother financial.

At that point in my life, I would do anything to please her, she gave me that talk about not trusting me enough as she has been hurt too much in the past by people like me, after all the scripted super story sha, she sha put me on a probation trial relationship.. Lol

Thinking back to that moment, I had to laugh at myself, every crazy ass agbero has another agbero whose craziness began where his own ended, every jackie chan has a master, I met my own with omotola from geology department.

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Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by enonche85(m): 8:13pm On Dec 04, 2017
sheikshegetto:
I became obsessed with her, I made it a priority to win her over at all cost, she on the other hand stubbornly dugged in her heels, as we began to the ultimate tug of war. I then changed tactics and began to act more caring, I now bring at least a small titbit anytime I visited, I jumped readily at her request and buy her anything she wanted.

She then began to relax under the attention and care, thinking I was finally melting down those walls, I asked her out…gbam, she gave me the i see you as a friend prep talk.

True to my nature, I backed off, though grudgingly cos her firm character garnered another slip of respect from me, and I expertly restored things back to the way it were with the three of us.

All would have gone on well had she not f**ked things up. Despite her brush offs, omotola enjoyed the attentions she was deriving from my courting, the random gifts, the pampering.
When I reset to factory setting all these stopped and as she couldn’t bare to lose this she resolved to pushpulling and started showing subtle signs of flirts to rein me back in.

Against my better nature, the normal me would have sensed foul play, the old me would have seen it for what it really was but alas, to my misfortune; my respect for her had already bloomed into something close to love.

THINGS WE DO FOR LOVE
I call this section memoirs of a yoruba maga, this part in my life taught me my ultimate lesson, I have been shown through the emotional and the sexual, this is their elder brother financial.

At that point in my life, I would do anything to please her, she gave me that talk about not trusting me enough as she has been hurt too much in the past by people like me, after all the scripted super story sha, she sha put me on a probation trial relationship.. Lol

Thinking back to that moment, I had to laugh at myself, every crazy ass agbero has another agbero whose craziness began where his own ended, every jackie chan has a master, I met my own with omotola from geology department.

I can relate to this very well!... grin grin

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Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Uyiii: 9:35am On Dec 05, 2017
*drives Ferrari in again* parked.
Interest reinstalledwink

nice one bro, please don't dissapear again let's finish this story togetherwink
cheers.

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Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by itsandi(m): 9:51am On Dec 05, 2017
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Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by enonche85(m): 11:20am On Dec 05, 2017
Uyiii:
*drives Ferrari in again* parked.
Interest reinstalledwink

nice one bro, please don't dissapear again let's finish this story togetherwink
cheers.

Look behind u, my Ford GT 2017 is parked there... cool

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Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by Uniquejames(m): 3:25pm On Dec 05, 2017
enonche85:


Look behind u, my Ford GT 2017 is parked there... cool

you both should give my Peugeot 504 some respect as an elder brother.

Its like Geology has something to do with girls studying them. they all possess same xter as omotola.

please don't argue with me cos am a GEOLOGIST.

OP as always I am following to the last.

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Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by sheikshegetto(m): 6:02pm On Dec 05, 2017
The main con about relationship trials is that you tread softly so as not to muck things up, side effect...you can’t be yourself, you have to be that character your partner pictured you to be so you can impress him/her enough to pass trials.

I felt on top of the world, I had achieved what I wanted, my search was over, I have found true love…or so I thought cos omotola didn’t love me back, the funny thing was that Priscilla and everybody else knew except me, by the time it dawned on me, her claws has already sunk in, so I tried my possible best to make her love me instead…one of the worst decisions I made.

I drained my savings to cater for her worldly needs, and whenever I was unable to meet up with her demands, she threw our probational trial to my face. Saying she wished she hadn’t trusted me enough to give me a chance, all boys are the same bla bla.

Guilt ridden, I would plead for another chance and promise to be different to other boys.
To cut to the chase, it got to the extent where I would split my allowance from home for my draconic babe turned salary earner, my poor parents would complain about me eating through my income faster than normal and would threaten to stop sending until the month was due.

My friends became concerned and tried to talk some sense into me.

Lati: guy hope say the motola babe never wash her nunu cook soup give you chop sha.

Nurudeen: Bj just dey fall my hand, playa playa like you come turn woman puppy

Pascal: guys come o..I’m I the only one concerned that this chic doesn’t even love Bj… guy when she sees you she is seeing pockets and free sharwama .

Lati: mhen wetin dey pain me for the matter be say if to say Bj people hold now, I for no mind, the little money wey hin paale dey send am na the winch he dey go gif.

I argued bitterly with them to the point of exchanging blows, to me they were simply jealous for my attention since I stopped going out with them to drink and stuff since omotola told me not to.

It wasn’t that I was too damn slow or stupid to see all what has been transpiring around me, I just took it in stride that she just scared since I actually didn’t have a clean slate myself, I convinced myself yet again making excuse for her. Our quarrels were the worst, either she demanded for something I couldn’t provide or we were arguing over some petty stuff..gbam she threatened me with break up and when that became old she breaks down, and throws the guilt card.

I was at my wits end when Priscilla came to see me one day. Till today I still cant figure out why she waited that long to call in, either they quarreled over something petty or her conscience couldn’t bare it anymore, I guess it doesn’t matter.

She told me omotola had a boyfriend, that she only held on to me cos I was a spendthrift, she never really loved me.. Go figure. I took it all calmly cos a little part of me suspected this all along.

“why are you telling me now, I thought you said you are my friend and friends look out for each other” I accused quite pathetically.

“would you have listened to reason then? All I would have earned for all my trouble would have been nicknames….jealosi,busybody and badbelle.” And she was right.

The funny and the painful part was that I once lodged omotola’s boyfriend at my place when he came visiting claiming he was a friend from home, mumu me took him home, cooked and waited on that negro throughout the three days he spent in our school.

It took me longer to get over this, my school work was affected and my cgpa plummeted, but after a while I finally got hold of myself and I managed to pull myself back up.
I was done after this, my compassionate side was crushed, it had it’s chance and it blew it, … my view of the world changed. In my world, you don’t get to be slow or soft, you will get chewed up and spitted out

The principality in me was ready to manifest, I hardened my brittled heart and gave it free rein. It was about time I grew those damn horns to their full lengths.

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