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|Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by chistar01(m): 3:04pm On Dec 11, 2014|
I know I haven't been on Nairaland for a while, been really busy working on several off-the-radar stories, articles and of course school stuffs.
So to make up, I've dropped all other works for this.
On my blog, I promised you guys that I've a lot planned out and initially I planned on starting this story next year January but as the year is coming to an end and this story plot seems to have really developed, I decided to do a Beyonce and drop it today. Its not even on my blog yet funny enough, I just felt Nairaland helped built me, so I should drop it here first, you guys comments, criticism, words of encouragement etc are all highly encouraged and the reception to the story would determine how often I'll post a chapter but for now let just stick to one chapter per day
This is the first instalment of the Why I Want To Be Bad three parts series. Each season would have 20 - 40 episodes so sit back tight and relax cause you are in for a long fun ride.
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|Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by chistar01(m): 3:06pm On Dec 11, 2014|
WHY I WANT TO BE BAD
My name is Funmi. A 19 years old in my first year at the Yaba College of Technology, simply known as Yaba-Tech. All my life I've been behind locked doors, literally speaking. My dad had made sure of that, well, not until about three months ago when I got admission at Yaba-Tech.
Dad, as expected had made sure I schooled in Lagos so it would be easy to lock me up for a longer time but after much persuasion for about a month, he finally agreed to let me stay at school but with certain conditions which included I visited home every weekend and I stayed off-campus in any lodge of his choice. It wasn't a really fair deal but it was sure fairer than going to school from home daily.
I left home for school about a day ago which was a Sunday. The sun was scorching hot perhaps because of the "Sun" in Sunday or something. Dad had made sure I followed him to church and he had taken me to see the priest privately who prayed for me, advised me and all of that crap. Pardon me but I'm not keen on the religion thing.
Dad drove for four straight hours with very minimal traffic on the road before finally cruising through the gates of a three story building. Far enough, I thought.
The building was painted ash and brown with a really stylish flower impression pasted all over the walls. Its "U" shape gave it a uniquely nice look. "Not bad," I murmured as I quickly scanned the lodge.
"Its Mega Hilton," Dad said as though he heard me.
"What?" I asked, not really getting his point.
"Mega Hilton,that's the name of the lodge," he explained.
"Oh! Okay." I replied as I opened the door and walked to the car trunk to take out my box. Dad had already furnished my apartment some day back so all I really had to carry was my box of clothes, a small cute pink 20 inches long box, and my laptop which had a bad of its own and don't worry, its black, not pink.
By the time I had pulled the box out of the car, I heard the sexiest baritone voice ever, "I can help you if only you ask nicely," he said.
I turned to look at the person who spoke and my eyes were welcomed by a very warm smile. He was well built, slightly taller than me and was putting on a complete Real Madrid kit with a knapsack which I suspected was home to his football spikes. I watch a lot of football and I'm a Barcelona fan so I wasn't really impressed by the jersey.
"I'm just kidding," he said, snapping me back to reality. I had been lost in my thoughts thinking about why he couldn't have supported any other club at all.
"You okay?" He asked.
"YeaIAmGreat." I finally replied, rushing my words and making them sound like just one word. I was nervous and you know how some people stammer when they are angry? Well this is what I do when I'm nervous.
"So...?" He asked, looking at me as if I was supposed to know what he was talking about.
"So what?" I asked.
"The box and you asking me ni..."
"Funmilayo!" My dad suddenly interrupted. I had forgotten he was still there, he had an inquisitive love on his face.
"Good afternoon sir, I'm Maxwell," the Madrid-Jersey-wearing-guy said, his sexy baritone voice had been replaced by a confident baritone voice. "Seems you're new here, I was just offering to help with the box and show you around," he added as he noticed my dad inquisitive look was still on.
"Oh! Alright," Dad said after a few seconds of silence. "You live here right?"
"Yes sir," he replied.
"Okay, take us to room 39." Dad said with a note of finality. He always does that, he likes bossing people around.
"Sure, that's just directly above my room," Maxwell replied with a grin and I can swear he stylishly winked at me in a way only me saw it. I smiled.
He picked up the box and led the way through the northern stairway, Mega Hilton has three stairways all leading upstairs, the architect of the building sure knew what he was doing. There were exactly 63 apartments so that explains the "Mega" in its name.
Maxwell left once he had dropped the box at the door, he said something about being late for training and encouraging me to ask him for anything at all if I'm in need. My dad pulled him aside and after saying somethings silently to him, he took Maxwell's number and that was it, Maxwell was gone. I was sure dad was probably giving Maxwell the "can I trust you speech?" And also telling Maxwell to keep an eyes on me, being bossy again, like I said, he always does that. Dad left shortly afterwards.
I had a feeling I was going to be be seeing Maxwell a lot and he was probably going to try and do as my dad said, watching over me but that wasn't a big deal, all I knew was I finally had my freedom.
Before I introduce myself or do any of all that formalities let me start by saying this, Maxwell is a child of God and a born again Christian. Not joking.
Now, for the formalities, my name is Maxwell, just in case you haven't figured that out yet. I'm a 3rd Year Computer Science student at Yaba-Tech and I love Jesus. Still not joking.
My hobbies include going to church on Sundays, Wednesdays for mid-week service and Saturdays - seriously still not joking, I drum for my church choir, I don't sing at all, singing isn't my strong point but nevertheless, its safe to say I'm a chorister. So since technically, I'm a chorister, and the choir practice on Saturdays, I have to be at church every Saturday, so that explains the Saturday church going.
My other hobbies include reading, although this don't apply to academic books which actually matters. I can read anything and basically everything, let me just say I'm one of those people who actually read the Terms and Conditions when opening a twitter account and I even go as far as reading the ingredients on the Dove Rich Nourishing Body Moisturiser, did you know they used an acid to make the body cream, Linoleic Acid to be specific, not exactly your ideal hazardous acid but hey! Its still an acid.
And finally I love football - repping Real Madrid FC and Music. Just like reading, I listen to everything except Justin Beiber and One direction. I fucking loathe them! Tiny gay things. My opinion.
Basically, I live a simple and God fearing life or at least I try to, just that the issues of the flesh can be so overwhelming sometimes. I'm handsome, really comfortable financially and talented - I play four musical instruments really well. Although I love the dude, my room mate, Henry, is a free spirited do-whatever-I-like-and-take-life-unseriously stoner, so you can only imagine how hard my life is.
I have two girlfriends. Amaka, a really slutty girl and fun girl who nags a lot and Mary-anne, a really churchy girl who compared to Amaka is no fun. The irony of this is I met Amaka at a church and Mary-anne at a night club. Looks can be deceiving.
Just between you and I, I don't love neither of them, I just like them, I really like them. I've never really believed in love, I don't think its the way people portray it, you know those people who regard love as a do or die affair and all of that. Me? I just try to balance my life and do whatever makes me happy but something unusual happened yesterday.
I was going for training. I'm on my departmental football team and we had the Dean's Cup forthcoming. So we had to train if we wanted to retain bragging rights for an additional session. Yes, we are the current champions.
Anyway, as I walked out of the stairway into the quadrangle of the building, I lived in Mega Hilton, my eyes stumbled upon the prettiest thing I had ever seen. "It" was a girl. An about 5.8 feet tall beauty cladded in a dark blue jean and a light blue flower patterned top, thinking of it now, it's really just a casual wear but it looked angelic at that moment.
She was struggling with a ridiculously ugly pink box, it was so big that from my calculations, two people her size could enter the box if they were keen to... Okay I'm just exaggerating but it was really big. Get my point?
The box was a good distraction but not good enough to totally distract me from the beauty that wielded it. I was no doubt attracted to her at first sight and as I watched in amusement as she struggled to pull the box out of the trunk, I felt butterflies in my stomach... Whatever that means.
If I was dumb enough to believe love exists and maybe go as far as believing love at first sight, I would have said this is one of those love-at-first-sight scenarios, but gladly, I'm not dumb. Love do not exist.
"I can help you if you ask nicely," I said as I walked up to her. I finally decided standing and staring at her wasn't a genius idea.
As soon as I said that, she gave me The Look. The Look as I call it is the first look of surprise a girl gives me when I try to act sexy and funny, you see, I don't really look like the sweet talker kind of guy so I get The Look always.
"I'm just kidding," I said to break the ear deafening silence that followed. The Look always made me slightly uncomfortable.
"You okay?" I added.
"YeaIAmGreat," she finally replied rather fast. A quick tongue, I assumed.
"So...?" I asked, trying to bring back the box topic.
"So what?" She asked.
"The box and you asking me ni..." I was about to say when her dad who I hadn't noticed at all interrupted me.
"Funmilayo," he had said. I naturally assumed the Lady in blue was who he was referring to. Funmilayo, nice name, I thought.
"Good afternoon sir, I'm Maxwell," I said as I noticed the inquisitive look on his face. I got no reply but I further read the look on his face and it seemed like he was asking me "so what can I do for you?"
"Seems you are new here, I was just offering to carry the box and show you around," I replied the unanswered question.
"Oh! Alright. You live here right?" He finally asked, out loud this time.
"Okay, take us to room 39." He said authoratively. I beamed out of joy as I heard this.
"Sure, that's just directly above my room," I said and then played a risky card. I quickly winked at Funmi, hoping her dad won't notice. He didn't and Funmi smiled. I picked up the box and lead the way.
On getting to her room door, I suddenly remembered I was late for training and had to hurry so I gave Funmi the usual formality lines and just as I was about to go, he dad pulled me aside. My heart skipped a beat. He definitely saw the wink and wanted to warn me or even at worse threaten me to leave his daughter or something like that. I shouldn't have winked.
"There are good people and there are bad people, Maxwell are you a good person?" He asked me in a very low tone. I was surprised by the question but nodded in the affirmative.
"I want to trust you, can I do that?" He asked.
"Errr... Yes sir, you can," I found myself saying. I probably replied out of curiosity. I personally won't advice anybody to trust anybody at all, especially not me because, well, my ways are quite complex.
"Oluwafunmilayo is my only daughter, my jewel and my last kid. Take care of her for me." He said and I could see from looking at his eyes that he trusted me fully already. How can people trust so easily? I thought, perhaps everyone has a breaking point, my subconscious replied.
"I'll do my best sir," I replied, that's the best answer I could come up with."
"Good. I know you would. Give me your phone number so I can call you from time to time to check on things," he said and gave me his number, "feel free to call me anytime too for any assistance you might need," he added.
I gave him the number and left with one thought on my mind... Would Funmi go to church with me?
I'm still not joking, or am I?.
TO BE CONTINUED
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|Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by Smhart1(f): 3:14pm On Dec 11, 2014|
|Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by chistar01(m): 3:20pm On Dec 11, 2014|
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|Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by freezyflex(m): 3:29pm On Dec 11, 2014|
nice story please update am hungry for more
|Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by timpaker(m): 3:35pm On Dec 11, 2014|
Nice story. #following
|Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by D9ty7(m): 3:53pm On Dec 11, 2014|
Chistar01, is this really you? I swear, ama follow this to the end.
You rocked Nairaland literature section in 2013, you disappeared in 2014. But now, you are back, probably to rock this section in the year 2015.
Mind you, as you are rocking, I am stoning.
|Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by D9ty7(m): 3:55pm On Dec 11, 2014|
freezyflex:Nairalanders sha! So fast, you don dey hungry for more, u neva chop today? Lolz.
Anyways, its nice meeting you here.
|Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by HesDee(f): 4:03pm On Dec 11, 2014|
A really, really, really nice one.
|Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by freezyflex(m): 4:06pm On Dec 11, 2014|
D9ty7:u know me before
|Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by Onemansquad(m): 4:16pm On Dec 11, 2014|
D9ty7:Ahh oga D i see ur range rover 4 outside so i decide 2 chk maybe u dy here
#abg shift 4 me ma sidon
|Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by Sleekyshuga(f): 4:32pm On Dec 11, 2014|
Welcome back.. We missed you ..
Btw, nice updates..
|Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by kilokeys(m): 4:38pm On Dec 11, 2014|
Sleekyshuga:suga.. whats up with u?.. no pings today?
lemme buzz u
|Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by D9ty7(m): 4:52pm On Dec 11, 2014|
freezyflex:Am just meeting u for d first time here.
|Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by hyungwang(m): 5:27pm On Dec 11, 2014|
*dance shoki enter thread* daboss is back. Front seat on point.
|Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by hyungwang(m): 5:28pm On Dec 11, 2014|
*dance shoki enter thread* daboss is back. Front seat on point. lead on boss I dey ur back.
|Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by Sleekyshuga(f): 6:37pm On Dec 11, 2014|
kilokeys:Doing good.. I buzzed 1st
|Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by Ghyft(f): 7:28pm On Dec 11, 2014|
look who is here. ....Chistar1 is this really you?
|Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by Sleekbaby(f): 8:25pm On Dec 11, 2014|
Wow! Chistar is back again, bros long time no see. Welcome back oo n as usual i go dey follow follow
|Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by Trendytessy(f): 9:58pm On Dec 11, 2014|
Welcome back Chistar01... missed ur stories
|Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by SexySapphire(f): 10:12pm On Dec 11, 2014|
Chistar is finally back, welcome back to NL. Chistar and one yemiplus were the ones that made me to register on NL last year cos of their great stories only to find dem both inactive dis year. What a nice way to start, I'm with u on this ride.
|Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by freezyflex(m): 10:19pm On Dec 11, 2014|
|Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by chistar01(m): 10:51pm On Dec 11, 2014|
freezyflex:thanks, would do that ASAP.
D9ty7:lol.. Its really me sir and about rocking this section 2015, I can only hope so.
HesDee:a really, really, really big thank you
Sleekyshuga:thanks, missed you guys too
Ghyft:nah... Its my twin account... Lol.
Trendytessy:Trendytessy! I'm back so you won't have to miss my stories no more
SexySapphire:SexySapphire is still here? glad to know I indirectly or directly influenced you with my stories, I plan on continuing doing that.
|Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by kingphilip(m): 7:50am On Dec 12, 2014|
welcome back chistar01
|Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by chistar01(m): 7:10pm On Dec 12, 2014|
|Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by chistar01(m): 7:12pm On Dec 12, 2014|
I like Kid Cudi music. I'm not trying to advertise or anything like that bit his music speaks to my soul. Why I said that? I have no freaking idea, but now that I've said it, let me introduce myself to you.
My name is Henry but you can call me Henry, see what I did there? Anyway, I school at Yaba College of technology which would be from now on be called Yaba-Tech and I'm a third year electrical engineering student. I'm bright, smart, wise and really talented or at least that how I like to think of myself.
I love music but just like Maxwell, my room mate, I hate anything Justin Bieber, One Direction and 5 Seconds of Summer, what a band name. Bunch of gay white boys.
I'm a very reserved person, I love my privacy and I like minding my business and I hate unnecessary gists. I love being alone not because I'm a loner but because that's just my kind of person, so that's why I wasn't really the most excited person in the world when Maxwell came home a day ago or two days ago, not really sure, but he came and started whining in my ears about a new chick he met.
"O boy, you need to see this chick," he had said the added, "she too set die."
I hummed weakly since I was really interested in the conversation. Maxwell is a womaniser, a player, a casanova, a lecher a Whatever-you-like-to-call-him and he meets new chick everyday so meeting a new chick wasn't really a headline news. The story always ended same way, he dumped them after using them. The only girl he probably haven't used since I have known him is one of his multiple girlfriends like that, Mary-anne. From what he told me, she's a virgin and he doesn't want to be the one who would do the bad deed. I believe him.
"She dey stay for this lodge, she been move into the room under our own yesterday," he continued.
"You follow am talk?" I asked, getting interested. Maxwell had a policy of not dating girls that lived in the same building as him, he felt it was safer that way.
"Sure na, you no trust me?" He asked rhetorically with a smile and then went ahead to give me a well detailed gist of how he had flirted a little with her before helping her to carry a ridiculously ugly pink box (his words) and then pecking her on the chicks before going for football training. I knew the peck part was a lie... It didn't even fit the whole story at all.
"So how the package dey go now, you don call am?" I asked.
"Not yet oh, I no wan rush things." He replied. I wanted to laugh at how stupid and strange he sounded but decided it wasn't worth the stress.
"Na you sabi," I replied finally and then I was saved by the bell. My phone started ringing. I stared at the screen for a short while and as I saw the caller ID, my mind took me back to recall the events of the past, two weeks ago to be more specific. I wasn't sure if I wanted to pick the call or not.
"Who dey call you?" Maxwell asked as he changed to casual clothing, he had just returned from church. I always wonder why he deceives himself by going to church so often. To each, his own, I guess.
"Na one chick like that," I replied vaguely and picked the call.
"What's up?" I said as I walked to the balcony.
"I'm fine, how about you?" The caller replied.
"Not bad. Are you still at school?" I asked in an attempt to sound casual.
"Alright, cool. Hope you day wasn't stressful, I replied, trying to keep the conversation going.
"No, not at all." The caller replied coldly.
"Why are you sounding this way?" I asked. A short silence followed.
"I want to see you, we need to talk." The caller replied. One thing you need to know about females is the only use the phrase "we need to talk" when there is trouble and I've always tried to avoid hearing it but I guess I didn't try enough.
"I'm coming over," I replied with a loud sigh and hung up.
I'm new to a lot of things. Night clubs, boys, drinking, back stabbing bitches and sex... Yes, sex.
I was brought up in a Deeper Life church home. I didn't even have the luxury of watching television as my parents refused to buy one, I still don't understand how watching television would have made me go to hell. Certain religious believes makes me just confused. That was basically how growing up was, try to picture that and maybe you'll get to understand why I may sound so naïve sometimes.
I am 21 and I only just lost my virginity two weeks ago to the person I least expected to give it to... Henry.
It would have be cool and a little justifiable if he was my boyfriend but he isn't, rather he is my boyfriend's room mate.
How it happened? I really can't say all I know is a bottle of Baileys and about one thousand naira worth of Suya was involved before my panties were pulled off. The funny thing is I don't really regret it as Henry is a really cool guy and I really like him so what's the big deal, I'm an adult after all and its just sex, nothing serious can happen between us because he is so secretive and there's something sinister about him that I can't really figure out. That's what I've been telling myself all week in an attempt to deceive myself. Truth is I've always had a thing for Henry since day one.
I had paid Maxwell a visit a day after we met at a night club - that was my first time of going clubbing. His self contain apartment was well furnished. They had basically everything from a split air conditioner to an expensive looking game console attached to a '42 inches Samsung LCD television.
Maxwell had introduced me to Henry as his wife even though he hadn't paid my bride price and Henry had complement on how beautiful I was and then went ahead to say "awon Iyawo wa! So you are the Mary-anne Maxwell has been talking about all week." Boys! I had thought and chuckled lightly.
"What's funny?" Henry had asked.
"I just met her yesterday at the club," Maxwell replied grinning and Henry's chick grew red in embarrassment.
"You understand as e dey go na?" Henry said with a warm smile and I saw his full features clearly for the first time. He had dimples, pink lips and even though he didn't have a hot body as Maxwell, he was close enough.
I smiled in response and Henry left the house few minutes later as I tried to get comfy. He returned shortly afterwards and without saying a word to neither me or Maxwell, he walked to the balcony. Soon enough I heard the sound of a match stick being struck which was followed by the smell of smoke. Weed smoke.
I totally fought the urge to ask questions and just talked with Maxwell as we got to know ourselves better. Maxwell didn't attempt to woo me, let alone touch me and being the naïve girl I am, that was enough reason to call him a good guy, so when he finally wooed me few weeks later, I accepted. This meant I got to see Henry a lot and of course we grew closer as friends which explains why he was at my house a week ago with a bottle of Baileys and a nylon bag filled with Suya.
A friend of mine had died, she had a hole in her heart so I was really sad and updated my whatsapp status as - God giveth and God taketh, Henry probably saw this and buzzed me. He was curious about what was going wrong and I refused to talk about it so he stopped replying me. Thirty minutes later he was at my door steps and well you know the rest.
Now, enough of the reminiscing and back to the present.
There is a problem. A very serious problem. Its been two weeks since I saw Henry let alone talk to him and since my conscience is judging me I have seen Maxwell neither. But the problem is really tough and that's why I called my Henry, my "friend" over to my house not long ago.
Just because courtesy demands it, let me introduce myself to you. My name is Mary-anne and I'm pregnant.
TO BE CONTINUED
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|Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by BabieGhagha(f): 7:33pm On Dec 12, 2014|
chistaaaaaaaaaaaaaar!.wlc bak.missed u nd ur writeups alot.still checked ur profile a nite b4 lastnite nd saw ntn new buh was suprised when my sis smart1 told me u ar bak nd dat u updated yesterday afternoon.am just api.i still dey follow u lyk hunch back
|Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by chistar01(m): 7:45pm On Dec 12, 2014|
@kingphilip thanks sir.
BabieGhagha:BabieGhagha!!! Thanks. Its really nice to know you are still here.
|Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by MzChistar(f): 9:22am On Dec 13, 2014|
Chistar sweety! You started a story an I'm the last to know? is dat how life is? Nice story and following.
|Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by SexySapphire(f): 9:27am On Dec 13, 2014|
chistar01:I'm still here o. Btw, dis update is hot. Henry, Mary-anne and pregnancy? Keeping ma mouth sealed till I hear frm Maxwell.
|Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by BabieGhagha(f): 9:39am On Dec 13, 2014|
e don apun!! Mary-anne e hv get pregnant.henryy e hv je gbese
|Re: Why I Want To Be Bad - A Story by ritababe(f): 10:03am On Dec 13, 2014|
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