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Re: Choices: Another Perspective by solomonbrown64: 11:54am On May 15
Update should drop before evening

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Re: Choices: Another Perspective by sunkieisland: 1:15pm On May 15
solomonbrown64:
Update should drop before evening

Two hands in the air boss. cool
Re: Choices: Another Perspective by solomonbrown64: 5:48pm On May 15
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Chapter 32

She put everything into that kiss, melting into my chest. It wasn't the kind of lustful kiss where we just wanted to eat each other out but rather the kind you just go at it slowly – subtly biting the lips when required, teasing the tongue with playful intentions, hot but enough not to scale up the flames of passion but just to keep it up. The kiss was Debbie telling me of how much she had missed me regardless of my stance that we shouldn't be together. The kiss spoke of her determination to see whatever was in her head as regards to whatever future she has in her there regarding us come to pass.

My body might have melted the moment she kissed me but my will didn't. I still had a purpose to fulfill here tonight, the kiss only made me to resolve to be more cautious with my delivery here, unlike how crude I had been with Anita earlier.

I gently pushed us aside since she didn't want to let go. It had only been a few days since our last rendezvous but her action made it seem like it was more than that. She pouted at me, which was her own sign of displeasure at what I just pulled and I chuckled at her childish act. I quickly held on to her hands as she set out to join us together again. I found her attitude a bit annoying and overly girly since she was a woman but I couldn't deny that I loved the feeling of being so desirable by a really good looking woman. It was ego boasting no doubt but at the same time, it surprised me completely.

I was never particularly observant about her romantic gestures with her husband as until a few months ago, she was persona non grata as far as I was concerned, but I know for a fact that I had never seen her this way with her present partner – not even when he away for long.

Another thing I observed was the kiss – the long soulful kiss – and I had to wonder when she learnt to kiss like that because she had never been that expressive with her kisses before now. This woman was surprising me as the days went by. Despite the amazing kiss and her obvious, contagious desire to be with me like a teenager seeing her crush again, it didn't stop the fact that I had bad news to deliver.

I led her a bit along the bridge and towards the now empty community school until I saw a long bench for sitting and led us to do sit on it. Debbie's demeanour had changed before we even sat down; she was smart to know that something was up with this strange act of mine as in all our time here, I had never brought us here. She had a worried look on her face and that made me feel bad about what I was about to do but it had to be done.

We had been silent since the kiss but when I tried to speak again, it suddenly felt like I had a lump in my throat. I had a lot to say but just couldn't seem to express them. Until now, I never really knew how much I really liked this woman. The feelings have been there but I just refused to acknowledge them.

Debbie's silence only made things worse as she patiently waited for me to get my acts together; it was a matured move by her but one that was tearing my heart as she did.

Why on earth was I suddenly emotional now? I came here with the right attitude to get these things away from me which I counted as distractions but now I am suddenly swelled up in emotion. Why?

"Debbie, why... Why are you..." I struggled to say anything.

"Why are you... Why are so unreasonable?" I blurted out but with difficulty and Debbie just raised one of her eyebrows in Dwayne Johnson's style, wondering what the fvck I was talking about. But, her silence to my question this time only brought out my worst.

"Why can't you see that some desires can never be true? It won't happen no matter how much we want it to!" I nearly screamed at her, now rising to my feet. But, in all of this, Debbie just kept staring at me with a blank mask on her face. Her posture, her stance, and silence just had me looking like a child throwing tantrums. That was annoying.

Fine, she wants to seem oblivious to my questions, then I will speak it out plainly.

"Debbie," I began, staring into her eyes as I had no more fvcks to give. Her silence and attitude had brought me down to this level.

"... I want whatever between us to end. I can't continue to be with you and be with another woman too at the same time. At this present stage of my life, juggling two women shouldn't be on my priority list at all. Things have taken a different turn the last few weeks and I know it has become difficult for us to just go back to how we used to be but continuing to pretend to go on isn't the better option either. I am working towards a future and I am sorry but I don't see you it now." I barely finished before Debbie came at me.

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"That Toto wey you lick, you go unlick am today!" She yelled yet again as she struggled with me while I looked around to see if her screams had gathered attention.

We had been like that for a while since the moment I was done with my speech. Her face and demeanor had remained the same until I mentioned that I didn't see her in my future and she literally became a monster.

She attacked me viciously and with harmful intent, going for my shirt first. I shook out of my initial shock at her lunge and blocked her attempt to get my shirt but that allowed her to take another swing at me, I blocked half of the attempt but the fingers in one of her hand brushed my face and I instantly felt the sting around the back of my neck.

I soon realized that the mad woman had scratched me with her long artificial nails.

"I warned you before that you will finish what you started but you wanted to show me what Baba Michael cannot do, abi? Now, you don change mouth. You are not going anywhere, it's me and you today!" She screamed, hitting me with any free part of her body as I had her hands in my grasp but I wish I could just seal her mouth, especially when she started talking about "unlicking toto." That was just plain embarrassing.

I didn't expect her outburst or anything of this sorts from her but seriously what was I thinking? That a street woman would be as civilized as Anita? Christ, I can be so naive!

"You better shut your mouth before you expose the both of us, you mad woman!" I said out of fear more than anger but it got the desired result as she pulled her hands from my hold, literally tried to slap with her left palm after but I stopped her but I wasn't fast enough to stop the punch to my face, that landed on my lips, splitting it immediately. I pushed her away from with more force than necessary. She landed on her butt but didn't bother trying to stand up, preferring to thrash out her pain on the sandy ground.

The mad woman had assaulted me! I was mad but I refrained from laying my hands on her because she wasn't my woman.

Damn! Do every disappointment have to end up with violent inductions? I had always managed to keep that crazy violence of hers in check but not today. This was probably why Daddy Michael kept her in check with his belt and fist.

I was breathing hard as I tried to understand what had just happened. I swelled up in emotions so I might have been all over the place with my break-up speech but trying to damage me for someone else wasn't the right way around this. She was right about one thing though: there was no doubt that my ego had brought this upon me.

"Damn it!" I cursed as I felt the blood on my lips flowing slowly down my jaw. But despite her actions, her open pain touched me. Was this how Anita had felt when I bluntly told her I wanted a space earlier today?

Debbie had been open with her reactions, no pretense from her but what about Anita; how did she actually feel inside?

"You want to use me and dump me abi?" Debbie asked, going over to another narrative that was just as senseless as the "unlicking her Toto rants" as she stood on her feet.

"Use and dump you? How? If anything, I am the one losing more here because I gave more than I received," I tried to reason with the crazed woman but another lunge at me showed how impossible that would be with her.

"Ko ni da fu e (it will not be well with you)" She cursed at me when she couldn't have her way with further injuring me.

"So when you were using me to cure your konji, using my yansh and my mouth to get closure (did she just say closure?) You didn't know abi? You got your satisfaction but what about me? You selfish bastard! Did I ever get sex? Was I worthy of us to put your useless prick inside my sweet toto?"

Sweet toto? How did she know it was sweet?

I was having a dialogue with myself, zoning out and no longer hearing what she said after that but "you must finish your work with me oh" caught by me.

"You must fvck me well well so tay I go dey shout your name, you hear me?" She uttered with a completely crazed look on her face as she started taking off her clothes, beginning with her wrapper.

It was then I asked myself if she was actually mad that I broke up with her or because I had never slept with her?

I left that question unanswered as the mad woman continued to her top and it was then I knew shitt was real. This woman meant business. I had indeed taken more than I could chew. The home videos weren't playing around after all, they were indeed deranged woman out there who couldn't stand the thought of their romantic fantasies not coming to pass.
Unfortunately, I had played with one and now, the chicken had come to roast. Who send me message oh?

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Re: Choices: Another Perspective by solomonbrown64: 5:49pm On May 15
sunkieisland:

Two hands in the air boss. cool

Re: Choices: Another Perspective by solomonbrown64: 5:50pm On May 15
Vidamia:
You always forgot your mission whenever you are with Debby..... You are not man...... Useless

Re: Choices: Another Perspective by solomonbrown64: 5:55pm On May 15
Ibunkun1:


No shaking boss.
cry Hmm, i can't really blame Alex though. the only thing i feel Alex is not doing right is driving those close to him away. I've experienced this exact feeling of disappointment in myself, for the same reason. I performed woefully beyond my expectation and I could only blame myself. I had expected my Dad and brother to fly off the tangent when i informed them about the result. But at the end of the day they were the ones that pulled me up, supported and encouraged me.
So I think the best thing for Alex is to open up and patiently wait for the results first before taking further steps. It's not too bad to hope sad

Yeah, I can been there too bro and just as you said, family came through even though I didn't want to let them know.

But for Alex, Dude has no one and his picky nature won't let him trust anyone to tell them and his pride won't let him discuss it with his "women" or mother. Dude has to just follow his instincts. He believes it's on him to do everything and be everything, if you get my drift. Let's see how that decision goes.

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Re: Choices: Another Perspective by solomonbrown64: 5:56pm On May 15
YINKS89:
Debbie has my vote... She sure know how to make a man forget his sorrows even though she get Choco for head.... Nice update bro keep it up

Baba Yinks, you have forgotten the golden rule about women: you can never be too sure of your woman. Check out today's update.
Re: Choices: Another Perspective by YINKS89(m): 8:00pm On May 15
solomonbrown64:


Baba Yinks, you have forgotten the golden rule about women: you can never be too sure of your woman. Check out today's update.
I understand you bro judging by Debbie's history, I'll still pick her over Anita call me whatever but the truth is it's better to always come out than be secretive.... Alex better thank God that Debbie reacted.. those that are always silent about things u might not know what dey want to do, also Anita was never sincere from the start.... Anyways thumbs up solo for the update... Expecting more

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Re: Choices: Another Perspective by Ibunkun1(m): 9:58pm On May 15
solomonbrown64:


Yeah, I can been there too bro and just as you said, family came through even though I didn't want to let them know.

But for Alex, Dude has no one and his picky nature won't let him trust anyone to tell them and his pride won't let him discuss it with his "women" or mother. Dude has to just follow his instincts. He believes it's on him to do everything and be everything, if you get my drift. Let's see how that decision goes.


Hmm, I understand bro
Re: Choices: Another Perspective by Ibunkun1(m): 10:02pm On May 15
solomonbrown64:
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Chapter 32

She put everything into that kiss, melting into my chest. It wasn't the kind of lustful kiss where we just wanted to eat each other out but rather the kind you just go at it slowly – subtly biting the lips when required, teasing the tongue with playful intentions, hot but enough not to scale up the flames of passion but just to keep it up. The kiss was Debbie telling me of how much she had missed me regardless of my stance that we shouldn't be together. The kiss spoke of her determination to see whatever was in her head as regards to whatever future she has in her there regarding us come to pass.

My body might have melted the moment she kissed me but my will didn't. I still had a purpose to fulfill here tonight, the kiss only made me to resolve to be more cautious with my delivery here, unlike how crude I had been with Anita earlier.

I gently pushed us aside since she didn't want to let go. It had only been a few days since our last rendezvous but her action made it seem like it was more than that. She pouted at me, which was her own sign of displeasure at what I just pulled and I chuckled at her childish act. I quickly held on to her hands as she set out to join us together again. I found her attitude a bit annoying and overly girly since she was a woman but I couldn't deny that I loved the feeling of being so desirable by a really good looking woman. It was ego boasting no doubt but at the same time, it surprised me completely.

I was never particularly observant about her romantic gestures with her husband as until a few months ago, she was persona non grata as far as I was concerned, but I know for a fact that I had never seen her this way with her present partner – not even when he away for long.

Another thing I observed was the kiss – the long soulful kiss – and I had to wonder when she learnt to kiss like that because she had never been that expressive with her kisses before now. This woman was surprising me as the days went by. Despite the amazing kiss and her obvious, contagious desire to be with me like a teenager seeing her crush again, it didn't stop the fact that I had bad news to deliver.

I led her a bit along the bridge and towards the now empty community school until I saw a long bench for sitting and led us to do sit on it. Debbie's demeanour had changed before we even sat down; she was smart to know that something was up with this strange act of mine as in all our time here, I had never brought us here. She had a worried look on her face and that made me feel bad about what I was about to do but it had to be done.

We had been silent since the kiss but when I tried to speak again, it suddenly felt like I had a lump in my throat. I had a lot to say but just couldn't seem to express them. Until now, I never really knew how much I really liked this woman. The feelings have been there but I just refused to acknowledge them.

Debbie's silence only made things worse as she patiently waited for me to get my acts together; it was a matured move by her but one that was tearing my heart as she did.

Why on earth was I suddenly emotional now? I came here with the right attitude to get these things away from me which I counted as distractions but now I am suddenly swelled up in emotion. Why?

"Debbie, why... Why are you..." I struggled to say anything.

"Why are you... Why are so unreasonable?" I blurted out but with difficulty and Debbie just raised one of her eyebrows in Dwayne Johnson's style, wondering what the fvck I was talking about. But, her silence to my question this time only brought out my worst.

"Why can't you see that some desires can never be true? It won't happen no matter how much we want it to!" I nearly screamed at her, now rising to my feet. But, in all of this, Debbie just kept staring at me with a blank mask on her face. Her posture, her stance, and silence just had me looking like a child throwing tantrums. That was annoying.

Fine, she wants to seem oblivious to my questions, then I will speak it out plainly.

"Debbie," I began, staring into her eyes as I had no more fvcks to give. Her silence and attitude had brought me down to this level.

"... I want whatever between us to end. I can't continue to be with you and be with another woman too at the same time. At this present stage of my life, juggling two women shouldn't be on my priority list at all. Things have taken a different turn the last few weeks and I know it has become difficult for us to just go back to how we used to be but continuing to pretend to go on isn't the better option either. I am working towards a future and I am sorry but I don't see you it now." I barely finished before Debbie came at me.

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"That Toto wey you lick, you go unlick am today!" She yelled yet again as she struggled with me while I looked around to see if her screams had gathered attention.

We had been like that for a while since the moment I was done with my speech. Her face and demeanor had remained the same until I mentioned that I didn't see her in my future and she literally became a monster.

She attacked me viciously and with harmful intent, going for my shirt first. I shook out of my initial shock at her lunge and blocked her attempt to get my shirt but that allowed her to take another swing at me, I blocked half of the attempt but the fingers in one of her hand brushed my face and I instantly felt the sting around the back of my neck.

I soon realized that the mad woman had scratched me with her long artificial nails.

"I warned you before that you will finish what you started but you wanted to show me what Baba Michael cannot do, abi? Now, you don change mouth. You are not going anywhere, it's me and you today!" She screamed, hitting me with any free part of her body as I had her hands in my grasp but I wish I could just seal her mouth, especially when she started talking about "unlicking toto." That was just plain embarrassing.

I didn't expect her outburst or anything of this sorts from her but seriously what was I thinking? That a street woman would be as civilized as Anita? Christ, I can be so naive!

"You better shut your mouth before you expose the both of us, you mad woman!" I said out of fear more than anger but it got the desired result as she pulled her hands from my hold, literally tried to slap with her left palm after but I stopped her but I wasn't fast enough to stop the punch to my face, that landed on my lips, splitting it immediately. I pushed her away from with more force than necessary. She landed on her butt but didn't bother trying to stand up, preferring to thrash out her pain on the sandy ground.

The mad woman had assaulted me! I was mad but I refrained from laying my hands on her because she wasn't my woman.

Damn! Do every disappointment have to end up with violent inductions? I had always managed to keep that crazy violence of hers in check but not today. This was probably why Daddy Michael kept her in check with his belt and fist.

I was breathing hard as I tried to understand what had just happened. I swelled up in emotions so I might have been all over the place with my break-up speech but trying to damage me for someone else wasn't the right way around this. She was right about one thing though: there was no doubt that my ego had brought this upon me.

"Damn it!" I cursed as I felt the blood on my lips flowing slowly down my jaw. But despite her actions, her open pain touched me. Was this how Anita had felt when I bluntly told her I wanted a space earlier today?

Debbie had been open with her reactions, no pretense from her but what about Anita; how did she actually feel inside?

"You want to use me and dump me abi?" Debbie asked, going over to another narrative that was just as senseless as the "unlicking her Toto rants" as she stood on her feet.

"Use and dump you? How? If anything, I am the one losing more here because I gave more than I received," I tried to reason with the crazed woman but another lunge at me showed how impossible that would be with her.

"Ko ni da fu e (it will not be well with you)" She cursed at me when she couldn't have her way with further injuring me.

"So when you were using me to cure your konji, using my yansh and my mouth to get closure (did she just say closure?) You didn't know abi? You got your satisfaction but what about me? You selfish bastard! Did I ever get sex? Was I worthy of us to put your useless prick inside my sweet toto?"

Sweet toto? How did she know it was sweet?

I was having a dialogue with myself, zoning out and no longer hearing what she said after that but "you must finish your work with me oh" caught by me.

"You must fvck me well well so tay I go dey shout your name, you hear me?" She uttered with a completely crazed look on her face as she started taking off her clothes, beginning with her wrapper.

It was then I asked myself if she was actually mad that I broke up with her or because I had never slept with her?

I left that question unanswered as the mad woman continued to her top and it was then I knew shitt was real. This woman meant business. I had indeed taken more than I could chew. The home videos weren't playing around after all, they were indeed deranged woman out there who couldn't stand the thought of their romantic fantasies not coming to pass.
Unfortunately, I had played with one and now, the chicken had come to roast. Who send me message oh?


cheesy grin, wetin I no go see about Debby o

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Re: Choices: Another Perspective by permit(m): 10:20pm On May 15
And the fu***cking continues grin grin

Alex is playing with fire with the way he's going about this brake up

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Re: Choices: Another Perspective by dimssy(m): 12:20am On May 16
Guys, can we find Alex a new house and job please?

He's too novice for his current life

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Re: Choices: Another Perspective by permit(m): 9:09am On May 16
dimssy:
Guys, can we find Alex a new house and job please?

He's too novice for his current life
my thought exactly

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Re: Choices: Another Perspective by solomonbrown64: 11:17am On May 18
Update coming later in the day. Greetings folks.

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Re: Choices: Another Perspective by Ibunkun1(m): 12:19pm On May 18
solomonbrown64:
Update coming later in the day. Greetings folks.


Thanks boss. Good afternoon
Re: Choices: Another Perspective by YINKS89(m): 3:59pm On May 18
solomonbrown64:
Update coming later in the day. Greetings folks.
I sight u
Re: Choices: Another Perspective by solomonbrown64: 5:52pm On May 18
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Chapter 32 – 02


If someone had told me that I would be given the Destiny Etiko's treatment, in terms of a
altercations between girlfriend and boyfriend, I would have laughed. I would have told the person that I do not date street women or I would never be found dead with one who speaks the blue language as far as the Nigerian society was concerned.

Being in such a situation was something unheard of me but I had not only swayed from what my sexual attraction was all about, I had to do with a thoroughly bred street woman and now, that decision have come to hunt me. I fooled myself thinking that I could tame a street wise woman who was half a decade older than I was. I thought I was smart then, didn't know I was just finishing what had begun in my father's house. The same pattern of scene taking place again. Plain Déjà vu.

I won't find a woman attractive or mildly attractive at first but when she keeps coming on to me, and if she happens to be my type, I will just naturally become attracted too and might even become more invested in the relationship later on. I used to find it ego boosting and even delighted when women came for me, because I couldn't name with my fingers the number of girls I had ever walked to and wowed before.

In retrospect, my feeling of delight was gratified in the sense that majority of the women after me – whose green lights were so visible I couldn't miss – were actually hot. But just as they say, not every fresh apple that falls drops from the tree is yours. Yes, Debbie might have come after me in her own way but despite her dark beauty and appeasing physique, she wasn't someone I should have had any romantic feelings with even from afar. She wasn't damaged goods but someone not in my kind of social circle.

I might love a little bit of drama sometimes but not this. And it wasn't something that was hidden, rather, it was a well known fact that Debbie was the bringer of that. Embarrassing situations such as this where I would be pulled, harassed; both physically and verbally, wasn't what I ever wanted to experience.

But how do you handle a seemingly crazy woman whose emotions have completely put aside any sense of shame in her. Truly, she was never ashamed when in a fight. All decorum and courtesy goes out the window when alterations occur, and most street women were like that, Debbie inclusive. I just didn't believe it would ever happen to me, especially because I refused to sleep with her rather than break up with her.

It was a peculiar problem and one that I didn't have a solution to as there was no previous experience to draw from.

I couldn't scream at her too because that would only make things worse. Despite the fact that where we were was basically empty, people still passed through the bridge not too far from where we were and of course, houses were close by. I didn't trust Debbie to be sensible enough not to throw me to Hot guys who wanted to impress one of their own. She could do it as payback for the break-up.

I must do something and fast.

"Stop sulking and throwing tantrums like a child," I began, while holding on to her hands, stopping her from taking her top off.

"Ma so Oyinbo, e mo kan kan (You don't anything, continue speaking English)" She said back at me, still very much defiant.
"Honestly, you lose every sense of reason in that head of yours the moment you are angry," I continued, without caring for her feelings. She didn't like what I had said and showed it by using every strength to get away from my hold. She was like a woman possessed, definitely not the woman I have been chatting with lately.

"As much as you hate me and want to embarrass and probably force me to have your way, don't you realize that someone who knows us can find us here? Johnson smokes not too far away from hery, and Z-place is barely three minutes from this spot too. You might be ready to disgrace me but are you ready to be dished the same treatment the next day when Daddy Michael sends you packing from his home with little or no benefit!" I nearly screamed my last words at her and she stopped struggling after that. She still glared at me alright, the moon light casting her crazed-looking face but she stopped with the noise and struggle as realization reached home. Getting caught here would be worse for her than me because she was supposedly a wife to someone else.

She pulled away from me with so much force that I had to let go unless she would have pulled us both to the ground if I didn't let go.
She succeeded in her attempt and got free but while I was expecting her to continue with pulling down her clothes, she surprised me by going over to the bench, took her discarded wrapper and wore it around her instead. Her recent actions confused me and I wondered what was actually going on here.

"Debbie---" I started but she hissed loudly at me calling her name.

"You are a sorry excuse of a man. Arindin gan ni e" She cursed at me.

"I will get you for playing with me; I promise," She vowed, pushed me aside as she walked past even though the space was big enough for us to pass through. I couldn't make sense of what she did and I wondered what she meant by what she had said. Why the sudden decision to go on with her desire to bed me against my wish? I asked as I watched the pained woman walk away. Her outbursts, which were random, just showed the sort of crazy this woman could pull off and the same time, her sudden calmness to issue those threats had me really worried.

This woman could go diabolical and had every reason to go through that route to hurt me if she so desired as I wasn't anything more than a playmate to her. Perhaps, I had exaggerated my importance in her life but hearing her wailing and demanding sex as the only thing the moment I mentioned the break-up showed what she really thought of me. Her roll with me had never really been about friendship but to get someone she actually liked to bang her. It was nothing more than sex and here I was thinking about something else.

Her tales about her partner might be true but she had definitely used that to loosen me up and my ego was stroked enough to carry out her desires. Toto licker, she had called me in the most derogatory manner. Imagine the sort of shame and embarrassment that would have befallen me if people had been around when she uttered that. I couldn't even imagine the disgust in their faces as they look in my direction wondering the man that would so such a thing.

Cunnilingus wasn't an action common in the streets and that tag would have been something that would have dented my image in that neighborhood forever. I had expected and trusted Debbie to be discrete about our shared actions but she has shown the sort of person she was beneath that facade of being a victim.

Her threats could either be mild or to the extreme but one thing I was grateful for in all of this was that I didn't let myself to be used by someone else. I will just have to be careful from now on.

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I waited for the usual thirty minutes before heading back home. I got home to see people outside but Debbie wasn't among them, neither were her kids. I knew then that shitt was real and I had to be extra careful from then on. I got into my room and collapsed to the bed wondering if my decisions were valid. I knew I had to clear my mind and focus on what was important but maybe my way around hadn't been the best approach. Regardless, it had to be done and I was glad I did what I had done. I slept off a fulfilled man.

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I woke up the next day and started preparing for work. I met Debbie at the backyard washing clothes but she acted like I wasn't around. And I also noticed that she wasn't putting her clothes on my line; she was ignoring it and placing them elsewhere. I thought it was childish as it only meant that Ay would make use of her opportunity once she gets to know. I ignored her too and continued to the bathroom but her actions showed clearly that this woman was dangerous and I had to be weary of her.

I left for work putting aside Debbie and thinking of what I would teach my kids today in the entrepreneurship segment. I wonder what kids under the age of 11 had to do with being entrepreneurs.

"Brother Alex," I heard and turned to see Bola, who was Mercy's assistant and the latest worker in the school. She had barely been here for two months but we got along well when we saw each other.

"Sister Bola, what's up na?" I asked and she chuckled at that, hitting my left bicep after strolling over to my side. I found that odd because we weren't particularly close like that, just small talks here and there.

"Hmm, this one that you are already punching me this morning, am I safe?" I asked and she snickered at my joke, trying hard not to laugh but failing.

Bola was easy to play around with and it was like that because we were nearly age mates. She was nineteen or twenty and after finishing her OND, decided to work here for whatever reasons. She had a degree anyway while I didn't even if I was older than she was; so, I respected her for that.

Was she attractive? Slim? Yes. Tall? Average. Endowment? Uhm, zero. Facially attractive? Average too. And oh, she was still battling pimples as she left her teenage years behind. She was definitely not my type but I liked her playful
behaviour, her childish voice and her hawk kind of nose. I really liked women with straight nose. She was actually cute in a way.

"Seriously, what's up? I heard you travelled for an examination somewhere in the south," She asked, seeking for more information and I wondered just how she knew when I didn't say anything to anyone except people I had called my friends.

"Word travels fast indeed," I trolled even though I didn't want to.

"Indeed." She agreed, completely oblivious to my irritation.

Anyway, we continued our chats as we walked towards the school. Things picked up as we got closer to the gate and in the middle of one of our laughing spree was when a bike passed and Anita was on it.

Shitt.

She disembarked from it, paid the driver, looked our way and shot me a disgusted look. She walked away after then but her message had been passed: she was shamed for me being with Bola.

"What have I ever done to that woman?" Bola asked in frustration after Anita shot us that look.

"Nothing you know about," I said without thinking as I stared at the tall woman walking steadily to work.
Re: Choices: Another Perspective by solomonbrown64: 5:53pm On May 18
YINKS89:
I sight u
Lol .... Na xo bro.
Re: Choices: Another Perspective by solomonbrown64: 5:54pm On May 18
Ibunkun1:


Thanks boss. Good afternoon
Good evening bro. Update is ready.

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Re: Choices: Another Perspective by YINKS89(m): 6:51pm On May 18
Hmmmmm... Last last u left my Debbie anyways best of luck in your future endeavors
Re: Choices: Another Perspective by do4luv14(m): 7:37pm On May 18
No matter how Alex sees it,
he and Debbie part will cross again, in future
Re: Choices: Another Perspective by Ibunkun1(m): 8:10pm On May 18
Debbie's craze eh
Re: Choices: Another Perspective by Ibunkun1(m): 8:10pm On May 18
solomonbrown64:


Good evening bro. Update is ready.

Thanks boss
Re: Choices: Another Perspective by Goalnaldo(m): 10:37pm On May 18
solomonbrown64:
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Chapter 3 cont'd


..... I decided to leave on time and get to school as early as I could because I wanted to know my children more, not just their names but their academic performances. I got to the school by 6:30, wearing a T-shirt and jeans with my fairly abused sneakers since it was a Friday. I met the security guard and no one else, which was good news to me. I ran up the stairs, and starting going through their notes, starting with Mathematics. The scores I saw there in their homework wasn't impressive in the least which meant that either the kids didn't understand what was taught to them or they weren't interested but there was an obvious attempt to get it right so it was the former, the teacher didn't do enough. I checked through their textbooks and discovered that a few of them nearly never do their assignments. Question marks in red ink was all over the place but it seemed nothing was done either by the teacher or the school management and that's if they were even aware of it. This was bad, really bad.

...... But it was not all gloom and doom because two kids stood out from the rest; a boy and a girl. They were exceptional and scored high marks in their continuous assessment tests and their homeworks were always done. I had to ask myself why these two were different.

..."Good morning Mr Solomon." A few children chorused, after which they returned to dropping their bags on the shelf meant for that. I returned in kind although I noticed that their bags were quite full but they all had their lunch boxes with them. What was in their bags?

...."Mr Solomon. We haven't introduced ourselves properly to you since you are our new class teacher. We asked after you from Mr. Daniels and he said you already left. My name is Chiamaka and I am the class captain." Indeed you are, I said within me. The girl who proceeded to introduce the remaining children in class was quite short but her confidence was sky high and was without doubt, one of the impressive kids. This one might not be a special child in that sense but I would have to be careful of her regardless.

.... I said hello to each and everyone of them available and a few kids from other classes who came to greet me before returning to my work. I was so engrossed in my work I didn't notice that it was time for assembly. It was when the drums started beating for the national anthem that I quickly returned to myself and ran to the assembly ground. I saw a few parents in the reception hall with strange clothes. I greeted them and whether they replied or not, I didn't care but proceeded to the assembly ground. I saw the director first, who gave me a weird look after she answered my greeting. I thought about why she gave that look but quickly realized that she was probably wondering why I was still walking when the pledge was being recited. I messed up there.

I looked around and saw a few teachers who were from the nursery section. All were smartly dressed with one of two overkilling it. When I meant overkilling, I meant a lady with the kind of weight behind her shouldn't be putting on a trouser that tight and a shirt so short that I could see her back from even the slightest movements. One of the teachers was putting on shorts, like literally shorts with rings decorating her fingers. I was shocked but I wasn't surprised because I had already suspected right from the first day I saw the head teacher with his hair that was no different from that of Soyinka that this school "na jasi" school.

..... But seriously that lady's behind had to be the best I had ever seen in my short time on Earth. If I had seen this online, I would have sworn that it was implants. Vision's observation of Mjornir comes to mind. The ass was perfectly balanced. The lady was decently tall and well proportioned, just shy of 5 ' 10, subtle curves despite the tight wears but that derriere came out of nowhere. Jeez! Something like this should be covered in a school environment despite Its awesomeness for God sake. Na which kind school I come so?

"Are you ready for today's cultural day?" I heard the voice of the head teacher. Cultural day? What cultural day? No body told me any thing like that will be taking place that day. I rubbed my temple, praying for a quiet day because deep within me, I knew it was going to be a roller coaster. What a school!
lol. You write so well bro. I have to come back to read your book again.

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Re: Choices: Another Perspective by patoranfire(m): 11:37pm On May 18
Good story. I so much enjoy the content but i cant comprehend how to read the new format, someone help me out.
Re: Choices: Another Perspective by Goalnaldo(m): 6:22am On May 19
solomonbrown64:
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Chapter 4 cont'd


..... " I didn't mention a name, madam." Mrs. Okoye stated after the unnecessary show of force from the melodramatic actress.

".....You didn't have to. Mr. Alex already did the profiling." The useless woman said, turning the discussion my way. A very useless woman indeed. Woh, if this woman try nonsense with me this morning, I go show am say I get craze too. The director looked my way and I gave her my best innocent look after which she turned her gaze back to the women who were still arguing.

"Mrs. Arnold, please sit down. I am sure....." The head teacher tried to intervene,

"...... I won't sit down and allow my child to be stereotyped in such a degrading manner. His fresh teacher hitting him is enough..." She started again, involving him like I was the enemy; it took a great deal of effort for me to keep my cool.

".... Oh, he spanked your boy. Waoh! That's a first. This is promising..." Mrs. Okoye cut in, mocking the reaction of Mrs. Arnold with her words. The affected woman was already shaking from rage; it was then I realized that this woman had serious issues. I was thanking my God that I was pretty smart with my reply earlier that morning else I was certain that one of us would have received slaps if not from both ends. This woman no well.

"..... Mrs. Otigba, you assured me that your teachers aren't barbaric enough to hit or spank or whatever, my kid but yesterday my son was assaulted without my permission and nothing was done about it. I am raising it up now and a parent has shown to be impressed that my son was assaulted by a barbaric being." She finished, her anger focused on the director.

.... My eyes flashed in rage. Lord knows I lost it at that point. I was beyond mad but I managed to keep it under control because I knew this woman could very take this beyond the school and pretty much fvcked me up. She might not have the resources but she does have the connect. It was only a matter of calling. E better make I keep quiet.

...."Yes, I remember saying that to you when you came here for enquiry but after you did, I made it clear that the head teacher had the right to spank a child if he misbehaved. You had no problems with that but the condition of asking your permission to carry out spanking wasn't included and very new to me." The director said in a clear irritated manner, squeezing her face and pulling off her glasses. She does look different without her glasses though, wonder how she would have looked in her youth.

"..….Mrs. Okoye has every right to complain about the distractions caused by other pupils and never for once did she call Kelvin a nuisance but rather described his behaviour as such. Mr. Alex is new here and doesn't know the rules here to the letter. I apologize for his behaviour on his behalf but I will urge you to speak with Kelvin and let him know that his behaviour will no longer be allowed in the classroom. Please, I urge you not to be annoyed nor take this personal. We all want what's best for our kids and I am sure you do too." The director aptly replied, smartly taking control of the situation.

... Mrs. Arnold didn't seem satisfied to me but sat down nonetheless but not after giving me a very bad stare but my facial expression was indifferent. She turned forward and sat back down and I knew we will live to fight another day. This was certainly not over. A beautiful woman with an awful temper.

..... The rest of the complaints were mundane and nothing as tense at the one before. Parents complained about discipline and more than a handful decided that the class teacher should be allowed to spank an unruly child that giving the head teacher the sole right to do that was taking control away from the class teacher. The director was against it but parents were adamant, saying that they didn't want to raise spoilt, mannerless kids.

.... A few other issues were discussed and the meeting was over. Snacks and drinks were shared but only the snacks and bottled water were picked by the parents because taking drinks that were not in cans but in broken bottles were beneath them.

.... We moved to the classroom but troublemaker didn't follow, instead she stayed behind to speak with the director and head teacher. While I was seen as a barbarian by one parent, others were impressed with my ability to step on the head of a snake and come out unhurt. A few issues were thrashed and most seem to satisfied with my answers. I got two parents who wanted me to take their kids lesson after school but I decided to discuss it further on Whatsapp with them. A few change rinsed my hand and a smile of gratitude stayed on my lips even after the parents had all left.

.... But a meeting was summoned by the director and I headed to the last and final phase of trouble for that day.
Alex was lucky that Samuel's temperamental mum didn't show up after all. Na double wahala e for be cheesy. I have never finished a book in nairaland. I hope I finish this lipsrsealed
Re: Choices: Another Perspective by Goalnaldo(m): 6:22am On May 19
solomonbrown64:
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Chapter 4 cont'd


..... " I didn't mention a name, madam." Mrs. Okoye stated after the unnecessary show of force from the melodramatic actress.

".....You didn't have to. Mr. Alex already did the profiling." The useless woman said, turning the discussion my way. A very useless woman indeed. Woh, if this woman try nonsense with me this morning, I go show am say I get craze too. The director looked my way and I gave her my best innocent look after which she turned her gaze back to the women who were still arguing.

"Mrs. Arnold, please sit down. I am sure....." The head teacher tried to intervene,

"...... I won't sit down and allow my child to be stereotyped in such a degrading manner. His fresh teacher hitting him is enough..." She started again, involving him like I was the enemy; it took a great deal of effort for me to keep my cool.

".... Oh, he spanked your boy. Waoh! That's a first. This is promising..." Mrs. Okoye cut in, mocking the reaction of Mrs. Arnold with her words. The affected woman was already shaking from rage; it was then I realized that this woman had serious issues. I was thanking my God that I was pretty smart with my reply earlier that morning else I was certain that one of us would have received slaps if not from both ends. This woman no well.

"..... Mrs. Otigba, you assured me that your teachers aren't barbaric enough to hit or spank or whatever, my kid but yesterday my son was assaulted without my permission and nothing was done about it. I am raising it up now and a parent has shown to be impressed that my son was assaulted by a barbaric being." She finished, her anger focused on the director.

.... My eyes flashed in rage. Lord knows I lost it at that point. I was beyond mad but I managed to keep it under control because I knew this woman could very take this beyond the school and pretty much fvcked me up. She might not have the resources but she does have the connect. It was only a matter of calling. E better make I keep quiet.

...."Yes, I remember saying that to you when you came here for enquiry but after you did, I made it clear that the head teacher had the right to spank a child if he misbehaved. You had no problems with that but the condition of asking your permission to carry out spanking wasn't included and very new to me." The director said in a clear irritated manner, squeezing her face and pulling off her glasses. She does look different without her glasses though, wonder how she would have looked in her youth.

"..….Mrs. Okoye has every right to complain about the distractions caused by other pupils and never for once did she call Kelvin a nuisance but rather described his behaviour as such. Mr. Alex is new here and doesn't know the rules here to the letter. I apologize for his behaviour on his behalf but I will urge you to speak with Kelvin and let him know that his behaviour will no longer be allowed in the classroom. Please, I urge you not to be annoyed nor take this personal. We all want what's best for our kids and I am sure you do too." The director aptly replied, smartly taking control of the situation.

... Mrs. Arnold didn't seem satisfied to me but sat down nonetheless but not after giving me a very bad stare but my facial expression was indifferent. She turned forward and sat back down and I knew we will live to fight another day. This was certainly not over. A beautiful woman with an awful temper.

..... The rest of the complaints were mundane and nothing as tense at the one before. Parents complained about discipline and more than a handful decided that the class teacher should be allowed to spank an unruly child that giving the head teacher the sole right to do that was taking control away from the class teacher. The director was against it but parents were adamant, saying that they didn't want to raise spoilt, mannerless kids.

.... A few other issues were discussed and the meeting was over. Snacks and drinks were shared but only the snacks and bottled water were picked by the parents because taking drinks that were not in cans but in broken bottles were beneath them.

.... We moved to the classroom but troublemaker didn't follow, instead she stayed behind to speak with the director and head teacher. While I was seen as a barbarian by one parent, others were impressed with my ability to step on the head of a snake and come out unhurt. A few issues were thrashed and most seem to satisfied with my answers. I got two parents who wanted me to take their kids lesson after school but I decided to discuss it further on Whatsapp with them. A few change rinsed my hand and a smile of gratitude stayed on my lips even after the parents had all left.

.... But a meeting was summoned by the director and I headed to the last and final phase of trouble for that day.
Alex was lucky that Samuel's temperamental mum didn't show up after all. Na double wahala e for be cheesy. I have never finished a book in nairaland. I hope I finish this embarassed
Re: Choices: Another Perspective by Counter24(m): 7:21am On May 19
Goalnaldo:
Alex was lucky that Samuel's temperamental mum didn't show up after all. Na double wahala e for be cheesy. I have never finished a book in nairaland. I hope I finish this embarassed
Mr. Goalnaldo or whatever.... For bleeps sake, stop quoting all these 2019 posts bro.. that's a long way off from where we currently are.... And need I remind you that you are also derailing this thread lipsrsealed

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Re: Choices: Another Perspective by Ibunkun1(m): 2:35pm On May 19
patoranfire:
Good story. I so much enjoy the content but i cant comprehend how to read the new format, someone help me out.

I don't think that should be hard.
This was the format he was using before but he had to customize his story because of plagiarism.

just look at the few late posts by Solomonbrown64. You'll see them.
Re: Choices: Another Perspective by domido(m): 5:41pm On May 19
Goalnaldo:
Alex was lucky that Samuel's temperamental mum didn't show up after all. Na double wahala e for be cheesy. I have never finished a book in nairaland. I hope I finish this embarassed

Bros,pls do us a favour. Stop quoting the whole story.
Re: Choices: Another Perspective by solomonbrown64: 11:23am On May 21
.... Hey guys, I wanted to post an Update later today but I have decided to do that tomorrow so it will be possible for me to add more content. So, till tomorrow guys.

....I appreciate the kind words, Goalnaldo. I expect to see more of your comments.

Stay safe guys.

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Re: Choices: Another Perspective by Raeheemwayne(m): 11:49am On May 21
Goalnaldo:
Alex was lucky that Samuel's temperamental mum didn't show up after all. Na double wahala e for be cheesy. I have never finished a book in nairaland. I hope I finish this embarassed
.
...
Guy are you a novice on Nairaland.
Must you quote everything - for mess sake you're derailing this thread.
Stop it please.

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