About 11 month's or less into my career, I met this beautiful lady that kidnapped the undivided attention of all my male colleagues whenever she stepped into the banking hall. You need to see how they willingly submitted their unsolicited attention to her like vehicles at a halt before a traffic light, patiently waiting for the light to turn green.

Wait, before you ask if I wasn't also staring at her; I did, but as a well raised gentleman, I starred from my side views. Trust me, even FBI and CIA put together will never catch me staring at a lady, as I applied the "Gentleman's Creed" (thou shall not be caught staring at a woman. And thou shall not stare lustfully).

Damn! This lady is moulded like a Range Rober Evoque, full option, 2050 model and carried herself with pride, like Globacom. Nwata di godunu ka duplex na Ikoyi, (the lady is like a well sculpted duplex at Ikoyi, Lagos).

The first day this lady came to my desk, I almost made mistake as I was smitten by her carriage, pose and charisma, and she smelled like Allamanda Flower in a well illuminated and air conditioned livingroom.

She patiently waited for me to be done with the customer in my front (I was a Customer Service Officer) before politely and charmingly asking me to assist her deposit the money she came with into her account because of the crowd in the banking all that day.

After that day, helping her became a routine as she came often and would come straight to me armed with this irresistible killer smile that could make a man go to war like David, in the bible.

She graduated into addressing me as "Baby" and then, we exchanged contact.

She'd bring me stuff like snacks, drinks and icecream. On about three occasions, she brought cooked food, which I refused to eat to avoid eating BOYS FOLLOW ME. No be love I dey find for Portharcourt, na Money. I be proper Nnewi man.

And those aforesaid meals I refused eating were devoured by my colleagues who said; "Oh boy, if this one trap us, we go even give her our certificates, no wahala"!

She'd call me often to check up on me, buy me gifts such as perfume and even gave me some mind blowing gifts on one Valentine's Day. However, these was a "but".

This paragon of beauty I am on about often came to deposit almost only on Monday mornings. And if you are thinking what I thought, you'd realize that most Escorts (trained and presentable runs girls) always have money to deposit in the bank at the beginning of every week, as weekends appears to be their peak period.

Again, her account balance was scary. I mean, as at then, I have not made quarter of what she had as account balance in one of her accounts. Meaning that, she had bourgeoisie as clients.

On one occasion, she came to the bank with USD and it aroused my curiosity and my face expression said it all. And in a bid not to get me miffed, she said, "Baby, one big man dashed me". "He did not even ask me for anything". In my mind, I was like, dashed you indeed. Onye Uwa (worldly person)!

People of God, I stylishly avoided that lady knowing my house until she relocated to Lekki, Lagos, years ago.

And guess what? She is currently a globally known Escort in Nigeria. Her Instagram ID starts with S, while her real name starts with C, and she's from Abia State.

I shall never be tempted beyond my ability to resist the devil.

Never trade what you desire most for what you want at the moment!!!

When you are ready to tell us the whole truth, we are waiting

Guy you really tried controlling yourself...abi na the money you go spend make you reason well?

Many of us guys are not that disciplined even to the extent that you of avoided he attached carrot dangling dangerously at the end of the string...Kudos.

Oga tell us the truth,

This one you went back to memory lane to write this Epistle, Do you wish you had seized your opportunity that time and taken your own share of the Kpekus

stobery:
When you are ready to tell us the whole truth, we are waiting

You have just read the truth in black and white. I am old enough to state what happened if it was beyond the aforesaid

AVECDEO:
Guy you really tried controlling yourself...abi na the money you go spend make you reason well?

Many of us guys are not that disciplined even to the extent that you of avoided he attached carrot dangling dangerously at the end of the string...Kudos.

She never asked for a dime from me.

The deal is, i was building my career then and avoided distraction, especially an obvious one

DaddyRochie1642:
Oga tell us the truth,

This one you went back to memory lane to write this Epistle, Do you wish you had seized your opportunity that time and taken your own share of the Kpekus

I don't fish in troubled waters, hence, I avoided her.

Secondly, I already figured what she was into and I can't be proud to roll with her

AFONAMARO:


I don't fish in troubled waters, hence, I avoided her.

Secondly, I already figured what she was into and I can't be proud to roll with her

I had many experiences like this too, funny enough, girl tend to like you more when u ignore them, if you want to get that new girl in your area or office that every guy is clamoring for, dont ask for her number, don't give her attention, don't talk to her except casual pleasantries, she will be dying to know u more better, girls love mystery, they love Alpha males as well. U don't know how disgusted girls are when u are clamoring around her begging for attention .

I go soon write book on this, to help keep guys from simping

50 shades of Alpha



We igbo men ain't simp.

U did well op, when ever we get to meet I owe you three bottles of cold Heineken

Something you should have chopped and cleaned mouth you are here telling us stories that you avoided her because you were building a career.
From a research carried out by a reputable university in Nigeria, it stated that 87% of Nigerian girls are "Abanda" and the probability of a man tying the knot with a prostitute is very high.
Guy, any girl that comes your way chop am and clean mouth but make sure you have your raincoat intact inorder to avoid running from one church to the other in search of miraculous healing.