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Noblefirstlady:
If I were her I would stop talking to Benson. He was the one that took her to the party for God sake, he couldn't even help her and now he is avoiding her even after finding out that she was raped.

To hell with Benson, he isn't the only guy alive

Put urself in his shoes nah. He walked in on her "seemingly" having sex with another guy. When he saw her she wasn't resisting or struggling she was just staring at him. This is someone he brought to the party as his date and another guy bleeped her. I'm pretty sure he feels hella disrespected and insulted. Benson ain't the bad guy here. His reaction is quite expected and understandable at least to me.

ndiuel:

Put urself his shoes nah. He walked in on her "seemingly" having sex with another guy. When he saw her she wasn't resisting or struggling she was just staring at him. This is someone he brought to the party as his date and another guy bleeped her. I'm pretty sure he feels hella disrespected and insulted. Benson ain't the bad guy here. His reaction is quite expected and understandable at least to me.

*high-five* True talk

SheWrites:


*high-five* True talk

Happy Sunday ma'am
Abeg give us update na

Ann2012:

Happy Sunday ma'am Abeg give us update na

I will try... Sunday is my resting day...

SheWrites:


I will try... Sunday is my resting day...

OK ma'am

Happy Weekend everyone.
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SASSY AND SLAYING: DIARY OF A SINGLE NAIJA BABE

EPISODE NINE

Dear Diary,

26th January, 2016.

Today is Monday. I came back from work a few hours ago. I resumed work today. After my supposed leave.

I took a bath straight up, as soon as I was able to yank my work clothes off my tired body. I didn’t eat. Dinner was a no-no for me tonight. I don’t have an appetite for food at all. Maybe I might drink beverage before I turn in for the night. I don’t know. I am not sure. Let’s see how it goes.

Lying on my bed, writing in my diary, I am feeling very depressed right now. And I am kind of on the verge of crying a torrent too. Why? It was the way my day went. I am not happy right now.
How did my day go? Let me tell you diary. Although I don’t really want to do a recap… anyhow…

When I got to the office this morning, Mrs. Nkiruka bombarded me with so much work that I barely got time to eat lunch. It was as if she was punishing me for going on a leave she authourized. That woman sha.
Steve and Clara, my colleagues at work, they thought I was given the three day leave because I fell ill. They kept asking how I was, if I was feeling better, and et cetera. They fussed over me for a while until they were both convinced that I was physically fine. There was no need to share my ugly experience with them. It was officially a closed case.

Benson… Benson didn’t even look at me. All morning, he said nothing less than two dozen words to me. For example, “Mrs. Nkiruka wants me to give you this document.”, “Madam wants you.”, “Can I have that file?” and so on. Everything he said to me was related to office matters. He didn’t even ask how I was doing. What’s wrong with this guy?

Benson kept his distance and Steve and Clara also noticed. They probably assumed that we were quarreling or something worse. They just kept looking at us, like we were some sort of film show.

I decided to stay back at work, later than I normally do, in order to be able to speak with Benson. I wanted to get to the bottom of his attitude towards me. I wished I had just left him alone.

Mrs. Nkiruka left before anyone of us. I think she went home around four in the evening or so. Then Steve said something about a get-together dinner with his in-laws and he closed earlier than usual. Clara followed him, hoping that he would drop her off somewhere close to her bus-stop.
I was happy when Benson and I were left alone in the office. I thought fate had signed off on my planned discussion with Benson. But the moment I opened my mouth and told him that we needed to talk, the guy shut down his computer system and bolted!

What the @&#$%*?

I caught up with him before he escaped through the door. He wasn’t too happy when I blocked his way and I didn’t allow him to leave the office. I was past caring at that point. I wanted the wall of contention between us broken down. I wanted things to go back to normal, if possible. I wanted him to stop treating me like a leper, at least.
I tried talking about that night, that crazy night Korede drug-raped me, but, Benson didn’t want to go back to that night. He told me straight up that he was convinced about what he saw that night. His version of that night was that he saw me and Korede locked in each other’s arms, consumed by heated passion and my explanation that I was drugged and raped didn’t cut it at all.

All he knew was that, what he saw that night burnt into his brain and the images tortured him for many nights. There was no way on planet earth that things would ever return to normal between us. Whatever he felt for me had been crippled by what he saw that night. All he wanted to do now, all he needed to do was to forget. It didn’t help that we both had to work in the same office. If it was left for him, he would enlist for a transfer ASAP!

He was happy that Korede had been sacked. Seeing him too would have made matters worse. He politely asked me to stay away from him henceforth, except when it came to official matters.

Benson left me there, weak, numbed, shocked and in pains.

His love, attractions and feelings for me had metamorphosed into a kind of hatred. The witches and wizards in my village have finally succeeded in ruining my relationship with Benson before it even started.

I broke down right there in the office. I don’t know how long I cried, but all I knew was that I was very hurt. I later called that taxi driver that usually drive me down to the office and sometimes back home, especially on days I couldn’t bear the torture of going to work or home through the public transport.

He asked me to give him about thirty minutes. Once he dropped off his last customer, he would be at my office.

I waited for him and thought about Benson and I and everything in-between.

Oh Lord…

Lying here on my bed, with so many thoughts running through my mind, I have thought of calling my mum or my siblings. But I can’t. They might want me to go to the police and report Korede, then hire a lawyer. But we do not have the finances to fight Korede’s family and my employers, Skylight Properties.

More importantly, I do not want to be in the public eye. Just imagine how my pictures would circulate every social media platform. Those crazy bloggers will definitely dig up my past and fry me alive.

No, no… I don’t want that. I cannot drag my family’s name in mud. Nobody should be ridiculed because of me.

The society we live in always blame the woman. I will be crucified before the case even gets to court. So, what’s the point?

Right now, all I want is peace.

I am still hurting. I am still finding it hard to sleep at night. I am still angry. And speaking to Benson today has made things worse.

I pray that God will heal my heart… heal my body, my mind, and my soul. I need to get over all this. I need to get over everything and move on.

Last, last, I will be all right.

Maybe I will eat indomie and eggs before I sleep tonight. I am feeling a little bit hungry.

Got to go.

Goodnight Diary, my constant and only companion.

I really missed you shewrites....welcome back...las las Benson go dey alright

jenifer007:
I really missed you shewrites....welcome back...las las Benson go dey alright

*hugs*

I understand Benson's plight, he is hurting
Thanks for the update ma'am

Ann2012:
I understand Benson's plight, he is hurting
Thanks for the update ma'am

You're welcome.

Yes o... Benson can't get over what he saw... imagine seeing the babe he has been dying for in the arms of another... it's a nightmare for the guy.

Benson i kno you're deeply hurt, but just that it easy on her

Thanks for the update sis

Benson should just take things easy
Thanks for the update SheWrites

Been waiting for this update for sooooo long. Seems like she's healing from the incident, slowly, but it's something. I'm trying to guess where the story's going, but I have no solid idea. It's nice to read s story that isn't predictable. Keep it up :-DO:-)

Oremeyii:
Been waiting for this update for sooooo long. Seems like she's healing from the incident, slowly, but it's something. I'm trying to guess where the story's going, but I have no solid idea. It's nice to read s story that isn't predictable. Keep it up :-DO:-)

Lol... *hugs*

toyhin123:
Benson should just take things easy Thanks for the update SheWrites

You're welcome.

izaray:
Benson i kno you're deeply hurt, but just that it easy on her

Thanks for the update sis

You're welcome...

A guy once told me that it's harder for men to take things like this lightly because of the vivid images harassing their minds.

I just saw that if you comment , you get a hug, that’s the reason behind my own comment come and give me my hug

MhiztaRange:
I just saw that if you comment , you get a hug, that’s the reason behind my own comment come and give me my hug

Hahahahaha...

Oya take *hugs*

Tanks for the update

skubido:
Tanks for the update

You're welcome

thanks for the update

Shola2019:
thanks for the update

*winks*

Shola2019:
thanks for the update

*winks*

SheWrites:


*winks*

do you have the complete pdf of this story?if yes how much will u sell it.am ready to pay any amount coz i dont like the way u are updating the story

oluwadabira111:
do you have the complete pdf of this story?if yes how much will u sell it.am ready to pay any amount coz i dont like the way u are updating the story

Sending my apologies o...
Na condition make crayfish bend o...

Yes, I have the complete story, but it isn't in a PDF or words document format.

It is in an 80leaves notebook.

I update as I find time to type...
Joggling this with my work as a full time freelance writer etc.

SheWrites:


Sending my apologies o...
Na condition make crayfish bend o...

Yes, I have the complete story, but it isn't in a PDF or words document format.

It is in an 80leaves notebook.

I update as I find time to type...
Joggling this with my work as a full time freelance writer etc.

More grace darlin!

izaray:
More grace darlin!

Thanks *hugs*

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SASSY AND SLAYING: DIARY OF A SINGLE NAIJA BABE

EPISODE TEN

Dear Diary,

2nd February, 2016.

I apologize diary. I have not written for almost a week now. I've been trying to arrange myself. But, am better now, sha. Let me gist you about what’s going on in my office.

Benson’s supposed transfer hasn't gone through. He actually applied. Can you imagine? I found out from a friend in the Human Resources department. I don't care whether he stays or goes. After all, I no longer exist in his world. Screw him!

Clara, the second slay queen in my office, she played a fast one. I don’t blame her sha. The girl noticed the rift between Benson and I and she has gladly replaced me. These days, she goes home with Benson and once in a while, they arrive at the office at the same time. They seemed closer too and I am not going to pretend that it doesn't hurt. It actually does. It hurts a whole lot than I expected that it would. He was supposed to be my man. He was supposed to be mine. But, there is nothing I can do about it now. Anyways, I wish both of them well. They can both jump into the Atlantic Ocean for all I care.

Today, on my way home, Mrs. Nkiruka called me and asked me to drop off a folder at the Accounting Manager's office. The Accounting department was on a floor below mine, so I took the stairs instead of the elevator. I met the man’s P.A at her desk and before I thought of dropping the folder on her table, she told me that she was closed for the day and she wasn’t attending to any official matters. That’s like indirectly telling me to take the folder to the Accounting Manager myself.

See me see trouble o. Isn’t it her job description? Sometimes, all these P.As and Secretaries instigate people to talk to them anyhow.

Anyways, I wasn’t in the mood. I eyed her and she eyed me back. I cat-walked away, shaking my buttocks, knowing fully well that mine was triple the size of her own. I heard her hiss and I laughed. Mission accomplished. I found my way to the Accounting Manager’s office, knocked twice and went in.

I saw the man, Mr. Nosa Akhere, bent over a waist length cabinet, looking for only God knows what. I greeted him and he waved a hand at me in response, his eyes did a quick sweep over my frame, from hair to shoes. I dropped the folder on his table and turned to leave. He called me back and asked me to help him get his I.D card that fell behind the cabinet.

I groaned inwardly. I was already dreaming of how I would take a warm bath when I get home. Then prepare dinner. Watch my favourite TV channels, write in my diary, and then turn in for the night. I didn’t want to encounter the crazy traffic that was sure to manifest on the road to my home.

I feigned a smile and joined him by the side of the cabinet. I bent over and stretched out my right hand, but I couldn’t feel anything with my fingers.

“Sir, I am not sure you card is here,” I said to him.

“It is there. Your hands are smaller than mine. You can reach it,” the man persuaded me.

I obeyed and I started looking for the card, hoping that I would find it in time to leave the office before the traffic build up on the road. What happened in the next few minutes took me by surprise. It made me angry and angry and angry and angry.

Can you imagine? While I was looking for this man’s card, I suddenly felt something hard, something hard like rock, pressed against my backside! Instinct told me that it was the man’s cucumber! His erected third leg! What sought of nonsense was this now?

The silly man kept saying, “Have you found it? Just take your time and search, you will find it. Look very well, thank you for helping me.”

Then he moved closer, grinding his third leg against my round, firm and protruding buttocks like a starving dog!

Ah! I have suffered. The anger that shot through my system in that moment, was like a volcanic eruption. What audacity?! What effrontery?! What’s wrong with this old pig?! How dare he? What did he take me for? A common slut? Or one of those girls he plays around with in the office? I am not their kind. I am not in their level at all. They are not in my league. No, no, no!

I got up immediately and moved away from him, fuming and ready to castrate him with insults. I didn’t care if he was my superior. He had no right to do what he just did.

The old hag started to laugh. He knew that I was angry. He kept on laughing and calling me sweet nothings. I knew he was trying to downplay his actions, but, I wasn’t going to let what he did slid.
Mr. Nosa started to narrate how he had been lusting after me since the day I started working at the company. He said if it was left to him, he would have transferred me to the Accounting department. But, Mrs. Nkiruka protected the people working for her like a mother hen.

What’s my business? Please help me to ask him o. All this story, story won’t cut it. Lust or no lust, he had no right to touch me!

The dirty old man was in his early fifties, slightly taller than I am and several shades darker, with an irritating pot belly that made him look like a pregnant woman in her last trimester. Ewu! I am just angry.

Unexpectedly, he told me that if I agree to spend the weekend with him, he would make sure that Mrs. Nkiruka was transferred to the far east, or to the northern part of the country. Then he would convince the board of directors of the company to make me the new General Manager. That’s a double promotion for me. I will be the youngest manager in the company, nation-wide.

Tempting, right?

Right then and there, I began to think of how wonderful it would be to be free of Mrs. Nkiruka’s tyranny. I thought of how magnificent it would be if I got the promotion to be the new General Manager. That’s like triple my salary. The allowances would be awesome. I would probably be given a car, and an apartment. I would be entitled to trips abroad every summer, Christmas and during my yearly leave period. The promotion will come with a lot of other perks and privileges.

As I thought about it, this old dog drew me close and his hands flew all over me, from my spine to my hips, then he grabbed my buttocks and squeezed them till it began to hurt!

My thoughts of becoming the new General Manager faded instantly. What does this old fool take me for? I pushed him away, telling him that I would think about it. I knew I wouldn’t. If I wanted a promotion, I would gladly work my way up. I am not going to use my honey pot to get what I want.

But the starving maniac refused to let me go. The next thing I knew, his head was nested on my bosom, my coconut size fresh and over-ripe chest. He was murmuring words I didn’t understand. I think I heard something like he was going to die here or so. The man is mad jor!

The moment he started to kiss my cleavage, I adjusted my brown jacket and pulled away from his firm grip. He wasn’t happy but I didn’t care. All these shameless old fowls who cannot get their eyes and hands off young ladies, I just pity their wives and children.

After what happened between me and Korede, the mere thought of sex made me irritable. I don’t think I will be able to sleep with anyone in the next few months or maybe throughout this year.

I literally ran out of the man’s office after he made me promise to think about his proposal. Spend a weekend with that old dog? Never! Mr. Nosa’s retired cucumber ain’t coming near my fresh honey pot in this lifetime.

I don’t do old men. They repulse me. I prefer young men. Solid men. Men with muscles and strength. Not, wretched scallywags like the Accounting Manager. Heaven forbid! Tufiakwa!

That’s it diary.

Need to check on my dinner. I can smell the aroma from here.

See you later.

Night-night!

Mwaoh!

Mr Nosa better be careful
Pls go and check the food, I'm salivating here.
Thanks for the update