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|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by bassette(m): 5:22pm On May 02|
You have been told times without number not to quote the whole post.. could you just stop doing this please. You are not the only one following this thread
|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by Drsnives(m): 5:52pm On May 02|
Who be that mofo weh like to quote everything.. no let me redirect thunder come visit you
|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by Zimazee(m): 9:23pm On May 02|
Dah person is simply a slowpoke.. Cox i believe the same person saw how the other fellow was
cautioned.. But still went ahead to display itz stupidity.. Smh...
|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by Kirkman: 9:46pm On May 02|
Who are these sloths that refuse to take correction about quoting a whole post. See me rushing here thinking Therock5555 had uploaded a new story for us to read..
|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by Therock5555(m): 11:17pm On May 02|
Hahahaha, i no like soldier wahala ooo. and BTW she didn't give me the desired number, so i held my peace
Drsnives:oya na, update have ready.
Dude, 1. You're welcomed.
2. I don't stay in Abuja. I live in a state, next to Abuja.
3. I can't get any girl i like. I'm a full blown nerd, safe for the glasses. The universe always direct babes come my side. I can't explain it.
4. I wasn't really in lOve with Grace. I was more of a parasite, i liked the power and influence she attracted.
|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by Therock5555(m): 11:23pm On May 02|
Update dropping in a minute sir, make i reply mentions finish.
Please nobody should quote any of my chapters. Please oo
|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by Therock5555(m): 11:31pm On May 02|
Well I actually wrote about one of them in TPS, she was my first love, till now, babe still have my mumu button. Painful part, i no fit straff this babe till tomorrow, even when we're alone, i dey always turn priest. We dated for 6 lovely months. She's getting married soon, i pray they break up. That dude doesn't deserve her, neither do i....
The third girl and i dated for four years, longest relationship, lol. We broke up late last year. I'll surely write about her, maybe sooner than you think....
*quacks her before she runs out of thread.*
|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by Therock5555(m): 11:33pm On May 02|
Okay, thanks. I'll tag Romance section mods.
It's been awhile sir....
|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by Therock5555(m): 11:37pm On May 02|
Hi guys, My day had been topsy turvy. I had been following the case of both that owerri guy and the Akwa Ibom girl. Turned out that both of their lives were brutally cut short. I cried in my heart. My mood worsened.. The Akwa Ibom muderer is even my name sake. Chai, Uduak, God punish you.
Luckily AEDC decided to show me love. I quickly went to the market to get cooking supplies make i help my life. Guess who screamed my name. No other person than the legendary Francis. dude don fat finish. Who said that skinny boy no go ever fat. Did i forget to inform you that my niqqa is now a Police man. We intended joining together but i changed my mind last minute. He got enlisted, i face my hustle.... We move!!!!
After hugging ourselves, we got home. I alternated between cooking and trashing him and Victor on my play station(yes the Victor y'all know. We don weather plenty storms together, even though we no too tight like before) . We were planning which bar to start with.
Suddenly Francis phone rang. It was his boss. He was asked to start dashing back because big boss dey come for inspection. We just weak. Well life goes on. Victor wan apply for Soja sef. Me i can't kill myself by myself ooo.
This is not the chapter i intended dropping. This would still had been dropped but not now, but as i dey mourning mood, i say make i post a tell it all chapter. It concerns the whole story in a way so there's really not much out of place.
This chapter is dedicated to all my stoners. E no easy. This chapter would be divided into four mini versions.
[Peter, almost every man have vices that they battle.. Alcohol, smoking, and women. You eh, na the three you dey battle. How do you cope. Well atleast i like you with one thing, despite your vices, you never allow any of it interfer with your hustle]... "My boss. …2 years back."
I laughed when he said that. We were both travelling to Abuja for a business deal. He knew i smoked and drink but i never smoked in front of him, neither do i toast Babes. Na only drinks join us, except i dey hustle chick for am. It made me reflect on how i became this many things.
The vice i could easily control. I didn't start early. I grew up with a self believe that Life was too short to drink something bitter. I stuck to my soft drinks and beverages to the chingrin of my pals. They all claimed i was spoiling their table. I cared less.
Something changed immediately i graduated, just before i started the compulsory T.P programme. I was seated in a bar with three friends, two bottles of beer was placed infront of each of us. I asked for malt instead. The person buying the drinks was infuriated but he quickly asked for malt for me.
He summouned the woman selling Pepper soup and ordered for three plates of Pepper soup. I kept quiet and observed things. When the plates were brought, he asked the woman to serve everybody except for me.
"Guy wassup nah? Where my pepper soup?" i was pained to the core. It was not like i couldn't afford a plate but that was total disrespect.
"Na only guys wey dey drink beer, dey sip pepper soup." the dude replied proudly.
"Oya give me beer. I go drink."
That was it, who knew that been rejected pepper soup would trigger my alcohol acceptance. Turned out that i had a good alcohol tolerating spirit. All of them shock as i stand up go house. I began drinking like a fish. Seems like i wanted to make up for lost years.
I soon branch into gin, vodka, spirits, syrup, etc, i soon became popular in one bar near my zone. I could drink beer with my guys over 30k and we'll walk.. sorry, stagger out of there like bosses without paying. No waiter would move an inch to ask us for money because they knew we would surely come back again.
My highest bottle count at a sitting na 9 bottles for beer. Half big bottle of sminorff X1 for vodka. Ten litres for palm wine(i puked and slept on my bed that night. Woke up next morning in a dried cake of vomit.
I had to mellow down small. I avoided most of my friends that drank. Slowly i went from drinking everyday to drinking only on occasions. My current bottle count na like one crate a month and about 50 litres of palm wine. This light situation have not helped my drinking, joints with fresh palm wine full my side and the heat indoors is unbearable, i gats chill out more. Now that's a huge (dis)improvement.
You think i was a drunkard... You haven't heard anything yet. Lets move to the second Vice.
This involves the use of shisha, cigarettes, and dope. I started shisha smoking when i hung around swimming pools. Heard it helped the lungs retain air for long underwater.
I hardly fancied it shisha so i easily killed the habit.
After the birthday party were i smoked first. I became a cigar junkie. I quickly earned the nick name, "Silencer or exhaust pipe". I could smoke two packets of cigarettes with just one stick of matches. I was a chain smoker until my guy came back for holidays from ABU Zaria. That dude was a literal junkie, he was the replica of Collins... Only more deadlier. At the height of my powress, i could burn 10 full packets of Benson Switch in a day.
Faith(yes, that's his name) could wash even your clothes and cook for you provided that smokes and drinks were available. Thankfully, he saw my addiction and found a solution. Weed, our very own Mary Jane. My first time was intense. As i inhaled the throat burning smoke, i began to see things from a different angle. My scope widened. I began speaking like a prophet. My friend laughed till infinity. When we were walking home after consuming two jumbo wraps each, i noticed a big stone by the side of the bush path, i immediately thought it was a big tortoise. I asked him to assist me catch it so that we could sell it. He flashed his torch, lo and behold, na big white stone, he laugh me tire. Since then na steady yabbing.
Fortunately, smoking cigarettes became a burden whenever i smoked weed. I drastically reduced to about ten sticks a day. Now, four sticks a day is a burden, i wan stop cigarettes but since it's the easily accepted smokes around. It's a struggle.
As for Marijuana, i actually got tired of it, i soon upgraded to SK, then tried Arizona and Loud a couple of times and immediately quit, i no go ever try enter Colorado city.
Soon i had to reach a compromise, turn junkie and get broke or reduce highness and face hustle, i choosed the later. Best decision i ever made. Then, one stick of MJ was enough to fuvk up my day so i stick to smoking after work or school only. Now i could smoke as much as 20 wraps a day if i fancy.
This is my second worst Vice. I turned my recent ex to a confirm stoner. She even said whether we marry, smokes must always dey house. I've grown to the level that i buy my weed direct from dealer. Full black leather, twice a month. Hahahahaha.
I stuck with pure MJ because it's the only thing that can't get me high no more. I can function pleasantly while stoned.
How did Grace take my new smoking habits, as for cigars, she had no problem with that, weed was another war, she absolutely hated the smell even though she could wrap weed perfectly, she claim her uncles are stoner. I took ages learning how to wrap weed, my friends used me catch cruise tire. Now I'm a semi professional.
Grace soon accepted to live with my habits, despite heavy penalties, she no fit cure me, heck. I no fit cure myself.
I tried 'coke' once, as my friends and i were driving to another bar, i opened car door and almost jump down. Luckily somebody more sober caught me in time, i never tried that shit again.
As for drugs, Victor introduced me to TM, my body shut it down, neither did Ref or Dizzy do any trick that i liked, it only enabled me to abandon it ASAP.
As for syrup... Hmm, another short lived addiction. All thanks to FG for banning it. I quickly overcome it. The hoarse voice was it's only advantage(i get baby voice, lol). But the body weakness na die. And since it forced me to smoke more, i quickly dump it.
Phew.... Let's take a breather, shall we....
Still i Rock!!!
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|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by Therock5555(m): 11:42pm On May 02|
Hi guys, sorry the update is quite short. My mood just dey trip off.
Tomorrow we complete it.
Still i Rock....
|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by Cylovee(f): 12:08am On May 03|
You forget to call prayer point and do deliverance for that dude that quote the whole story.
|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by Therock5555(m): 12:21am On May 03|
The insults wey folks don tell am, yaff do...
|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by Therock5555(m): 12:22am On May 03|
I was going through my old post, i saw a summary of my first love that i made in 2014...
I hope this helps small. Full story dey TPS
Ok I met my first love through uncommon means, she was a princess, yeah a real princess, as in her popsy na traditional ruler. I was kinda shy to express my feelings but she helped me, our feelings were mutual, I was a real player before meeting her, we attended same church.
Infact I was really drunk in love, if I was a television set, I would gladly hand over my remote to her, me wey be lazy boy, I would run to cook for her when ever she visits. Infact we were even talking about the number of children we were gonna have in the future. Mind you I was 16 and she was 15 then.
I saw all her flaws as right in my eyes, my siblings did not really like her but who cares, na be the run the show na. Trouble started when her dad wanted to betrothed her to another prince to ease relations with another community, I was heart broken but encouraged her to follow her father's words, cus if that kind of news reach my popsy ears na gobe be that, she even ran to my house by ten P.M one night to avoid going with her dad come see as I dey feel like James Bond that night.
To cut long story short, she went for the betrothal stuff but we spoke always on the phone. When she came back she was trying to make us have sex, well I was a master in the game but love come close my eyes, I see free pussy I no gree chop. She started getting it from outside. I was too love struck to listen to people who told me that they saw her with other guys, I even got beaten up one Valentine day because of her. My own love too dey blind jare, well not until I caught her red handed banging a youth corper.
Na so I carry my agbada flee from that relationship, she pleaded tire but I no send though I still had strong feelings for her. Then it was not easy, suicidal thoughts even came to my mind then. Love good o
Till date the thing wey pain me pass is that I refused tapping my own share of the pie, anyway am not sure I really got over her cus when ever we meet I still get nostalgic and so does she.
I know say if we get back together na just to revenge and waka but sometimes its good to let sleeping dogs lie.
Since then, mehn I continued with my team bad boy chronicles o.
#No more giving of hearts till I meet my wife#
|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by Azurevermillion(m): 5:46am On May 03|
|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by Cylovee(f): 6:33am On May 03|
Therock5555, please that the meaning of TPS?
|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by Twoclans(f): 7:35am On May 03|
@Therock5555 ,I am just laughing out my ass here.I will make out time and read TPS.
I also know I have read a story about your third girl.I can't remember now but I think I have .
I connect with the way you write,I really wish I have writing skills.I would have loved to put some experiences to ink.
We are waiting for update. Be nice.
|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by kingphilip(m): 11:31am On May 03|
Cylovee:The Preacher's Son
|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by Cylovee(f): 11:58am On May 03|
|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by Therock5555(m): 12:06am On May 04|
I guess you weren't expecting to read this. Yes, I almost became a chronic bet9ja player. Mark the word 'almost'. Now how did I started? Just like that would soon be the answer. Well I was tired of forecasting games correctly when any one discussed football with me. I keenly followed football like a religion. So I paid attention to every piece of information I could find about football. As a fast reader, I could go to a newspaper stand, stylishly read four to five sport dailies and dash away without buying any. Ask me any sport news that day and reveal my easter egg, I'll update you from current team form to even what their fans drank before matches.
Very soon Victor realized my powress and tapped into it...
"Baba, Liverpool dey face Tottenham today? How you see am?" He'll ask.
"Mehn, Na draw...."
"Why, Liverpool wey dey home... Them go lash Tottenham jare." He'll counter.
"Bro, Tottenham are on a 6-match winning streak. Their record against Liverpool at Anfield stadium is poor but Liverpool get Champions league match on Tuesday so them go rest key players and hang for a draw instead."
The dude would go and stake heavily on my prediction. 90% of the times, he hits green. My reward is always a bottle or two of Tutolin and smokes. I'll think my niqqa dey try for me.
I had to ask him for the source of his too much awoof money. We used only our Awoof money to buy 'Lin', we decided that was the best method to avoid getting addicted to 'Lin'.
He finally told me the truth when I saw his ticket one day. I seriously was against betting. But the thought of making all that awoof money was too tempting so I gave in. I made one promise though... I was gonna quit soon, no matter the outcome.
My first day in a bet shop, after observing proceedings for an hour, I raked up 10k with just #500 in less than an hour staking on Virtual football. I was so impressed with myself.
I was back in days, this time I wasn't so lucky but I was hooked already. When Grace and Ada found out that we bet, they threw a frenzy and always checked our wallets or pockets, if any piece of paper is found, it would be torn in shreds before we had a chance to explain. That prompted us to hide our tickets better. Their concept soon change when something happened. Ada began gathering any slip she found around to confirm from Victor if it was red or green. She would always say, "she doesn't want to throw away her future bride price."
Grace still bothered me until I gave her a ticket of 15k winnings to cash out and use for shopping.
The infamous seven all dressed to kill, walked into Bet9ja shop to cash out the winnings. Since then, I won her over; only when I shared winnings.
I soon got to my end point one day, years after Grace and I called it quits. I just sold one of my sneakers and was expecting one new chick. The girl kept prosponing so I decided to quickly pass time while doubling my money staking on Virtual games.
I quickly made over 50k in thirty minutes, I was on a 7-game winning streak, everybody in the shop was hailing me like a super hero. My phone rang, the chick was finally on her way, so I hurriedly selected a game and staked half of the money on it. 25k decipitated in 90 seconds, I was shocked, the crowd were shocker, the dude that played the game for me was shockest, I promised to dash him 5k if I had won. I felt bad for him and staked the remaining half for another round of games. There was no time to think, I had to rush home in minutes.
E cut again!!! My eyes welled up. I dared anybody to pinch me and watch water works in motion. I couldn't believe how I blew 50k in five minutes. Instead of walking out, I placed my phone on the counter and used it to stake again, I wasn't gonna leave there empty handed. "At least, let me get back my sneakers money." Or so I thought.
Red again!!! I laughed. Shook my head and walked home, I carried money for the game and rushed back to retrieve my phone. I had 4 missed calls from the girl and a message stating that she was returning back home because I was a no show.
Immediately I gave myself two beautiful slaps, the crowd thought I had run mad. I laugh again and turned to the computer operator.
"Bros, if I ever come to this place again, don't ever play for me or else you'll pay the money."
I quietly went home, made a creamy tea with fried plantains, tuck myself in bed, plug in my buds and watched movies till I passed out.
I never went to that particular shop till date. Even though I still staked games once a while after that day, I never exceeded #500 at a time. Until I finally got bored and quit for good. I could even help the computer operator stake games for others without playing for myself.
When folks knew I stopped betting, they were petrified. They couldn't understand why I'll quit what was working for me. I simply tell them that I went into it for pleasure not survival.
My current boss is a chronic bettor, he's a multi millionaire but still wants to cash out without doing work. I became his go to man when forecasting. We became more than brothers. I noticed that he always complains bitterly about stopping the lifestyle, he always says, I'm the only person that left betting and never relapse. But he never made an effort to stop. I made him lose woefully trice, he simply changed strategy and stopped telling me about his tickets, just pure football discussions.
Once I met a customer of ours who was almost crashing his shop because he wanted to win bet9ja by force. The dude must have been on a 200-game losing streak but he kept believe that he must cash out or die trying.
He had sold almost all The goods in his shop but couldn't replace them because he used the money to Stake on silly games. Every time, we're in his shop, he'll keep showing us tons of tickets that only one game cut.
My boss asked me to show the man small love, so I collected his number and sent him some games. I made him promise that if he won, he would quit. He swore to me.
After cashing out over 70k, the man called me back for more games, i was disgusted. Humans never get satisfied. I quickly blanked him, dude threw a fit and stopped patronizing us.
Last time I heard, he has crashed his shop and run back to the east, maybe to farm. Who knows? Who cares. Haha haha.
Omor stay away from betting, it doesn't help in the long run.
Finally, let's address the elephant in the room. Shall we!!!!!
Still i Rock!!!
|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by Therock5555(m): 12:12am On May 04|
Ma'am, I shared alittle about the third girl on the TABP thread. Just how we broke up though.
As for the writing whatever, my first story here, TPS was written with a Nokia X2 qwerty keyboard phone. I couldn't edit cause I was typing directly here.
It's error ridden but it still remains my best work till date. You can start by penning down short write ups, na small small we all started.
God bless ma'am...
|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by rabiudon: 12:38am On May 04|
Immediately I gave myself two beautiful slaps, the crowd thought I had run mad. I laugh again and turned to the computer operator.
"Bros, if I ever come to this place again, don't ever play for me or else you'll pay the money."
|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by DannyG8(m): 6:55am On May 04|
love your story thanks man
|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by Rumpleslitskin: 10:40am On May 04|
Rock you remember that year weh i work for betting shop, gambling wan frustrate my life I had to quit working after losing 500k through virtual soccer. Thank god i am now a repented gambler say no to gamble it ruins lives.
Bet9ja make me dey reason to end my life lol. The lose don too much. I don quit almost all my vices except alcohol and woman. Alcohol and women are everywhere its hard to do away with this two. If person die you drink alcohol, if person born alcohol, if you sad alcohol, if you wan celebrate alcohol. I doubt i can quit alcohol in a long run. Then after drinking konji sets in
|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by Vallyb(m): 2:27pm On May 04|
really interesting, i really wanna see d end of this story, wen will u release the next story.
i will advice u to continue,
we gatya back
|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by Oregbe17(m): 3:35pm On May 04|
Rumpleslitskin:Womanizing is very easy to stop
I think you're misleading others
|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by Therock5555(m): 8:47pm On May 04|
DannyG8:You're welcomed sir
|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by Therock5555(m): 8:49pm On May 04|
Next update dropping in a minute, lemme answer comments finish
|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by Therock5555(m): 8:56pm On May 04|
I remember mehn... Hahahaha
You see Alcohol, betting and women, if you no fit break any of it's chains from your neck, you're fuvked, like you're seriously fuvked. Hahaha
|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by Therock5555(m): 8:57pm On May 04|
Finally, let's address the elephant in the room. Shall we!!!!!
"Woman, you dey fear me. Woman"
This is my favorite song in Brymo's Yellow album.
"Uduak, open the book of Proverbs and read from bla bla to bla bla."
I smiled as I read out loud about the wayward woman. Who would go to the street looking for one scape goat to use her toto destroy.
After reading, my dad and mom started one of the most amusing sex education I've heard in years.
"Avoid women, they could make or mar you life.... Yen... Yen... Yen."
I was already day dreaming about the new chick that I recently toasted. Now I didn't mean no disrespect to my parents but I was 20 years old already. They were trying to give me sex education. What happened to when I was three atleast they'll have done it and gotten over with it without my knowledge d
I could have lectured them instead because unknown to them, I was already a legendary boss. The thing with Nigerian parents is that they usually have little or no idea on how to broach the sex topic. They'll keep beating round the bush and expect you to fully understand.
Me wey don dey fuvk since age 9, wetin them wan teach me again, abi na because them no dey see me with babe ni? How could they catch me with babe when they'll use questions embarrass person daughter. I just dey wait for the day wey person go ask me why I never bring wife come house, them go hear my mouth that day.
I tested my mom one day by informing her that I was never going to get married. She almost did deliverance section that day for me. What do they expect. I am supposed to still be a virgin due to my background but ya boy don chop clean mouth tire.
No be person wey see better girl nai go carry her come house? Be like say na only 13 girls be wife materials wey remain for this world.
See eh, I dey always compare my relationship with that of my parents marriage, they've been married for about 30 years and not for once have I ever seen them quarreling in our presence. They usually take their arguments to their room and settle cordially, they'll come out gisting. I've never seen neither of them lay hands on each other.
So now y'all know why I allowed enough bullshit from Grace. I grew up seeing women as fragile creatures so I have to be really pushed to the wall before I react. And any female I ever lay hands on always remember that event.
My kid sister is a witness. My parents discouraged beating of younger ones when we were growing up, so we always settled our differences in front of them.
I once bought a carton of noodles for Grace and put it in my room. That fateful day, I came back from work, my two younger siblings had cooked. I dished food to my satisfaction and left to watch football.
When I returned, I noticed that the carton was open, three indomie packs were missing. I made inquires, my kid sis was the culprit. She claimed that they hadn't eaten much, so they were dismayed to find just little food remaining. I was infuriated, not because she cooked indomie that wasn't mine but the pure audacity to enter my room and take what she like without permission. Even if it was mine, she could easily have waited or call me to confirm.
I pointed out her errors, instead of being remorseful, she began yarning saw dust. I was mad but one thing with me is that I have huge tolerance to nags.
I wasn't always like this. I grew up being a hot headed kid. Yes, I didn't have much energy to fight but my mouth made up for it, I had a nasty mouth. I could cuss someone till they jump from 3 storey building. My dad had to control it when lots of reports kept pouring in. He encouraged me to count to ten in my heart before I reply insults. It really help, because most times, the folks would keep quiet before I reach ten, by then, there'll be no need to counter them again because he realized that my specialty was quickly out talking my opponent.
"Babe, go and buy the indomie and put it back. Now!!!" I commanded.
"Do your worst." She screamed and ran to her room, I dashed after her, she made it to her room before me and bolted the door. I could tear down the door if I had wanted but that would mean repairing it later, so I stood by the door asking her to come out. Babe was yarning okoto meow.
I walked back to my room and let things slide, or so she thought. Now that is another thing about me, I could allow matters slide for years, but when I strike, it's always bloody. As soon as she stepped out and I got sight of her and made a mad dash, before she'll run back, I had given her only one solid slap. Her wail tore down the house, like a robot, she went out crying, bought back my indomie for me, placed them back and sealed the carton as new. Then walked outside to keep crying.
Her friend came to visit her and saw her crying, when she informed the girl that she was gnashing just cause of a slap, her friend was stunned.
I was seated by my room window, eavesdropping on their convo. Her friend was like, "that your brother wey no dey beat? If he truly slapped you, then you seriously deserve it. Wait o, na just one slap wey make you dey weep like this?"
"His slap is ten in one." my kid sis screamed back. Laugh wan kill me. Till date she always remind me of that incident. She wouldn't believe that I could ever touch her.
Now that's aside, sorry for derailling. Where was I? Eh, women matter. Yes, Vagina creatures(no offense).
When I tear eyes, I started lusting after everything in skirt, I went after girls older than me, I've always liked older women. Maybe the thought of straffing my senior was the motivation. Apart from my first love, every girl I dated were higher than me age wise and educationally.
As at ss1, I was straffing a university chick and my elder sister's friends. Na as person don dey old, we gats begin run package with youngies because I no want one matured mama to use marriage or belly trap me.
Safe to say, in ss3, my body count was over 300(don't judge me. It's not easy being a star boy.) I was the obvious star of any group I was in, what I lacked in physicality, I made it up brainwise. and coupled with my Dad's position, church girls were always tumbling over themselves to get my attention. And the shy me would be trying to lay low, they'll term it as being pompous and arrogant.
Another thing that kept my women was our first encounter. I always try to bring out my A-game and fully satisfy their inner desires. Like coke they become hooked, in their mind, they'll stick with me, thankfully hopping on my dick with the premise that they are the only ones in my life because I'm all quiet and mostly at home. I usually warn them that I am more dangerous than I look but usually all of them would think it's bullshit, until they catch me with another. The same set of folks would suddenly tag me as a womanizer and cuss their hearts out. Of course when did I dispute that fact, I have always been a player, they were too blind to see through the charade.
Yes, I admit it, I am a sex addict. I've been trying to fight it tire. It still remains the undisputed number 1 on my list of vices. Which was why when I fell in love for the first time, I wouldn't even dare hug my girl, not even a kiss talk more of sex, until I got my ass knocked to the floor and my heart broken. Imagine, that my first love, na just three years back nai I manage kiss her, seven years after we broke up. (very long story. Funny thing was that, after the kiss, she left me stranded and went back to her current boyfriend who got her angry leading her to me. The dude proposed that night/morning. I wish them an ugly married life until she considers me again. )
As for marriage, hmm, I've made one promise, any girl that can keep me glued to her pussy for a year straight would get a ring from me. Because I don't wanna get married and then start cheating on my wife, that would never happen. I might say but I know myself. I too like toto, na the multi choice nai dey sweet me pass.
I always ask my married friends why they keep cheating even more than me, so why did they get married in the first place? They'll keep telling me that, when the time comes, I'll understand.
I soon got to know ealier this year. I had been working from a week straight, I only come home, bathe, dump old clothes on any available surface, wear new ones and dash out again. After a week, my crib was looking like a laundry store. Clothes and stuffs everywhere, I almost cried when cleaning. The first thought that hit me was, I wouldn't have to care for my laundry if I had a wife, she'll have cleared my stuffs. Naso marriage begin hungry me.
What I really needed was a maid, a sexy maid. A sexy maid with big front and back. Hahahaha.
Well with time I slowed down abit, responsibilities increased so I didn't have too much time for chasing pants. I began craving for a soul mate, someone that could just give me peace of mind, I don't mind if she's cheating, provided I ain't aware. Just give me peace... I guess I'm getting matured. Almost all my friends getting married didn't help matters either. Luckily I got my specs, unluckily, she had a different point of view from me, while I wanted a peaceful relationship, she wanted to explore, to explore don tire me. I had to drop her back into the ocean, pack my net and paddle back in peace. Now as I dey so, na me, myself and I.
Maybe it's true that the beautiful ones are yet to be born...
Team Single and Not Searching...
Now where did we stop with Grace??
Still i Rock!!!
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|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by Therock5555(m): 8:59pm On May 04|
Night guys, lemme rush and catch up with city - PSG, I wanna see Neymar's tears, Hahahaha.
Twoclans I noticed you viewing, Abeg refresh, update ya show....
|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by swiz123(m): 9:00pm On May 04|
There will be no need for his premium tears..... He will be well beaten today.
|Re: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned!!! A True Story. by Rumpleslitskin: 9:31pm On May 04|
I was eating and reading together peter your story make my food cold because i just concentrate like say the story go come out for jamb.
Nice writing skills man. Till i read finish i no look my plate.
I am addicted
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