mcpapillo:


"She don dey do hair make money na plus the ones guys dey give her just for cooking"

amiskyberry:
After all the pleading and calls to Rita, without her answering, I opted to return back to that guy at the uncompleted building.but before den I had already stole 10,000 naira from Andy pocket...I had double mind of returning back to dos weed smoking guys mainly because I hadn't tot of a reasonable lie I was to tell them..but considering d menstrual camp lie worked, I opted for that...bros good evening o, I greeted a dark guy, he didn't even respond.well I guess dis weed has made me invincible. Bros abeg I dey find one tall dark boy wey bin dey live here I said..he dey prison, he replied and stood up.i started shaking wen I realized how tall and lanky he was.' babe, I fit get H he barked ..I quickly searched my purse and gave him 200 naira, not knowing what dat meant..meanwhile I was becoming frustrated having stood there for close to an hour with dis guy. Rose? rose I turned back only to receive d shock of my life.U are doing fine. continue where the OP stopped

obstead200:
What do u really expect dear?
I hope this is just a story cos if it is actually true, then I find it difficult to pity the OP.
We are all humans for God's sake. We have feelings too. How can a human being expect to only be on the receiving side, never ever giving, all the days of her life? No matter how bad the situation is, there is always something she can give to her benefactors in return.
Kudos to Andy and Rita for kicking her arse out. Andy in particular is a hero. How can u be comfortable taking things from a guy but u dont feel comfortable giving him things? yet u want to keep on eating and preventing him from living his life?

thatsincerechic:
Amaka was exactly what I thought she would be, she was lazy to the core. I would cook for her, and sometimes help her with laundry because she was always complaining about whitlow on her fingers which I never got to see. She had had good side though, she was fun to be with and we always had visitors coming to chat with us and she was ready to entertain them.
My parents had finally sent in the exact money for my school fees into my account. The addition they made was N100 and that was if I would make the withdrawal over the counter in the bank.
I became a part time stylist, by making an agreement with the owner of a beauty salon that on every hair I make i was entitled to 50% of the income. I was never idle, it was either I was in class or back home making hair but my nights were dedicated fully for reading.
Meanwhile, at campus, I avoided Andy like a plague or should I say he avoided me because all the time I was in class I never set my eyes on him even during examination periods and i still wonder how he was able to do so.
The Second semester of the second academic session had started and i was back in school with a lot of cash that I had saved up from the money I got rendering hair services back home during the holiday.
Amaka and i became best friends, we were growing stronger in understanding each other and should I say we became friends because there were mutual benefits. She had a roof and a bed to offer me and I helped her academically and i was indirectly helping myself because the more often I explained topics to her, the better I understood them. It became a ritual that I wrote assignments on every course twice, one for myself and one for Amaka and in the long run I had a understanding of the courses and i was able to explain them from different perspectives .
At first, it felt like a burden to read different textbooks, searched the Internet for information, materials and write our assignments differently so it would not seem like they were from the same writer. I made sure I wrote them from different points of view, included different quotes and different references where needed.
Amaka was influencing me in a way I could not understand. We went to parties always on her insistence though, clubbed almost every Friday, but during the week days, I always prepared myself for an all night reading because I was addicted to it and each time I made to leave the house for the campus, Amaka would tease me about using the all night reading as a perfect excuse to pass the night at a guy's house.
My schedule was so tight with activities and soon enough, I stopped attending campus fellowships because I felt there was no time it, that there were other pressing issues....

Benz4pimp:
you don't expect everyone to be a jobless illeterate
like you,am sure I wrote my 1st CV when you were writing UTME!!!why not ask for explanation if you are too dumb or handicapped to read and translate...you just mentioned your home(kirikiri),please open a thread and share your horrible experience idiot(gboromiro)

noblegrex:
You didn't tell me how beautiful you're because your ego,pride, sturboness and this high self esteem can never be for atutupoyoyo.talk about your look.you got me curious bout.well,people keep condeming her but that's why I like her.I'm not encouraging such ooo.we are different people in life and I think her behaviou caught my attention I like that.I'm sure she's got FANS. In addition,TRACY pls,one of the reason I'm still following.don't forget.that will be my own benefit of the whole story. Go on strong head lady! Ahahahaha

BrownCookie:


thatsincerechic:shakara woman.

But really tho,criticisms(whether good or bad),it is going to come. So just get used to it.

Meanwhile you had better stay & complete this story because this is going to be the 2nd story I read from start to finish on NL.

The 1st been "The Devil who Loved Me"
Davidflo=Respect.

thatsincerechic:
Well...

ayusco85:


The Lord bless ur hustle. U Don dey hustle Tracy number since page 1.

Benz4pimp:
stop taking codeine for someone else's highness.learn to mind your business infant!!!

obstead200:
trust me, u were never in andy's friend zone levels.
Andy's level is the kinda level that makes his guys pity him and even send him to TB Joshua for deliverance from the spirit wife that held him bondage

thatsincerechic:
One that day, Amaka just came back and we were chatting and laughing about all that had happened when she was away, as she was seated on her reading chair, and I, the mattress counting my money.
I had just finished counting N4500 which was the money had left after paying for some dues in the faculty and department, presentations and other miscellaneous.. When my phone beeped
"wow" I exclaimed after going through the message I got.
"madam wow... What is it " Amaka asked with a questioning look.
" As in... Forget babe.. You will not understand.. Its a long story jor " I said rising up and headed for the bathroom.

I was out of the bathroom, cleaning myself with a towel and when I saw that Amaka still had that questioning look on her face I continued
" look babe.. Na long story. I go download you everything when I come back".
The message I got was from Ikechukwu, one of my 2go friends. He was in town finally, I thought and exhaled. In fact, Ikechukwu was my favourite 2go friend, handsome, robust, and with a good sense of humour and most importantly, he seemed to be the richest of all my 2go friends.
Our friendship had kicked off the day we started chatting. Although he never sent me money or recharge card, I wasn't bothered. He kept telling me he had a big surprise for me, making promises of coming to see me in school on a good day. Well today was definitely a good day I thought. This Saturday was a good day indeed and i couldn't wait to finally See Ikechukwu as I was humming and having a headache deciding on what I would put on for the great occasion.
So Ikechukwu was in town? Drove 3 hrs just to come and see my face? I kept asking these questions in my mind as I dressed up.
"wow wow wow " I was screaming again while Amaka watched and then my phone rang
" Hello dear.. " I said into the phone.
" I guessed you got my message" that was Ikechukwu speaking.
"yes... Yes.. I am so surprised, I thought you were kidding when you said you would come today, so where are you? " I asked.
"well I am somewhere around your campus.. Is there any nice place we could meet, hangout, sort of a relaxation centre or something" he asked.
"yes oo.. We have many oo(even if I was only aware of one) you will like this one)
I told him the name of the only relaxation centre/recreational centre around my school and we decided I would take a cab to meet him there.
I could take as many cabs I wanted on Ikechukwu's expense I thought. After all he was a big boy, that's how they operate, no noise, no bar, no eatery, or soft drinks spot, cafeteria unlike some dry guys I thought.
I was so excited, fully dressed with my best dress, shoes, and handbag and as soon as I was about to take my leave my phone rang again
"Honey"... The word sounded like money in my mouth. First time Ikechukwu would call me honey. I saw that as a good sign and thought we would probably get married and all my suffering would end....

Mustiboy:
this story is no more interesting, I'm outta here.
the arrogance of the op is d cause for her cluelessness now.

noblegrex:
abi ooo,thanks bro.your own joy shall know no end. I just hope tracy is still single and available,determined and courageous like this sturborn girl.seriously I like her person. She's got guts and priinciples.although I still have my resevations....

saintmark88:
OP so wht you are telling us is that all these visits that went to cook for dudes and the ones tht came visiting u, plus the clubbing, u no kiss, romance or have sex with NY of these guys....your film trick no b here, abeg dnt forget to tells the university u went to so i can send my sister dere, cos the guys seem to be all gays or impotent......

ayusco85:


What if Tracy is just a fictional character? What if the OP is even a guy? I added her on BBM but she hardly chats. Dude don't believe anything u read online. My two cents

jackpot:
Since there are no sex scenes, How then did you use what you had to get what you wanted? Yeye dey smell !