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Episode 1****

“Honey, the air conditioners aren’t
responding?”
“Yes, you told me that some two hours ago.”
“I mean the whole house is stuffy. Can’t you
get that?”
“That’s alright; I’m sending the company’s
engineer to work on them immediately.”
“Please do. Thanks honey.”
“You’re welcome, my love.”
In less than thirty minutes time, I heard a
Siena screeched to a stop in the compound
as the gateman closed the gate. Hearing the
sound of the doorbell, I rushed to open the
door.
“Hello sir.” I said.
“Good day Madame, this is Mr. Kayode from
Ray and Sons Ltd.”
“Oh, the engineer from my husband’s
company?”
“Yes ma’am. I’m here to work on your fanning
systems.”
“Air conditioners please.”
“Yes ma’am.” I was almost blushing when the
lanky ebony-brown complexioned man
addressed a young woman like me, ‘ma’am.
He looked far older than me, if not older than
even my husband.
“You’re going to work on the air conditioners
of the whole house, beginning with the sitting
room, then our bedroom and my husband’s
study.”
“That’s ok ma’am.”

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https://storyteller.com.ng/2022/10/19/my-boss-wife-season-1-episode-1-13/

PART 1
A car drove into the compound, a clean white Toyota Camry car, loud music playing in the car, I was on the balcony wondering who owns this new car making noise in our compound. To my surprise it was one of my friend Ejiro, who rode the car into the car. Ejiro came out holding two bottles of Hennessey shouting……
Ejiro: Yes ooo! I have arrived, my toy has finally arrived, come and celebrate with me….. (Full of celebration)
Are you for real? Ejiro son buy new car? Everybody quickly gathered around and joined him, I rushed downstairs to join the celebration. In the spirit of celebration, everybody congratulated him, I hugged him, me set hugged sip Hennessey. Was still surprised how Ejiro did it cos we both are into yahoo and yahoo doesn’t pay much does it even pay this days. I hugged him again…….
Me: Guy I dey loyal oooo, how you take do am? Ja Mi si, how did you do it?
Ejiro: oh boy! I don land patapata for this campus, Na my madam do am for me oooo.
Me: Hahahahaha! Which madam be that one again? Your mother abi your girlfriend? Ja Mi si bobo yii.
Ejiro: Oya! Jimi you omo jazi ni, Na my sugar mama surprise me with this tear rubber…

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https://storyteller.com.ng/2022/10/16/story-my-first-and-last-sex-with-my-sugar-mummy-episode-1-18/

Episode 1
Meet Sasha Alfredo
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My eyes roamed around the “ancient” building meant to be my new home, I call it ancient because it looked really old and kind of creepy…
This is so bad!
How will I cope living in this kind of house? What next ………..
Sasha! My mum called distracting me from my thoughts
I shifted my gaze to her , she was setting up the dinning table in it’s space …
Don’t just stand there, assist with something. She instructed and I scoffed
Assist! and what is there to assist with! this building look so outdated! I remarked angrily..
Stop that Sasha! my mum was warned, this is your new home and there is nothing you can do about it . She finalised
New home my foot! I retorted angrily
Oh come on Sasha, this is going to be so much fun. My little sister Kamara joined in the conversation
She was jumping around the sitting room in excitement……..
I huffed
Fun! this is a nightmare I really want to wake up from…..

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https://storyteller.com.ng/2022/10/07/story-befriending-a-ghost-episode-1-24/

Episode 1
They say each day comes with its
blessings and I guess some also come
with their curse…let me cuT to the chase
here.
It was just another afternoon on campus
and we had just finished a hectic biology practical and some of my coursemates
and I decided to just chill at a little and
have some snacks and fizzy drinks.we
were about 7:3guys and 4girls. Among the
guys,was chuks: a really cute dude who
had a serious crush on me,every1 in d department knew about his love for me,
but since he had never said anything
about it to me,I just decided to keep him
as a friend. Chuks suggested we sat at a
separate area,he said he wanted to talk
to me about somthing(I already knew what it was but I wanted to hear it from
the horse’s mouth),so I said ok and
immediately we left for anothe table, the
rest of them were hailing chuks! chuks!
their eyes followed us till we sat
down,and I became so shy.finally chuks started talking… So chuks started talking about his
feelings for me,I had heard those lines
before but there was something about
how he said it…gosh! He was
romantic,too bad I already had a
boyfriend whom he had never met,his name was femi. I had told Femi about
chuks and the gist in our department,

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https://storyteller.com.ng/2022/10/14/campus-babe-episode-1-8/

A woman claims her employer forced her to breastfeed his dogs and filmed her carrying out the task.

The mother had left Kenya, where she's from, and had gone to work in Saudi Arabia, where the alleged incident took place.

Francis Atwoli, Kenya's Central Organization of Trade Unions (COTU) Secretary General, has now called on President William Ruto's government to ban employment agencies overseeing migration of Kenyan workers to Saudi Arabia.

Atwoli said on Saturday, October 8, that he received a disturbing video from a woman in Saudia Arabia, who alleged that her employer forced her to breastfeed their dogs.

Woman accuses employer of forcing her to breastfeed his dogs while he filmed (video)
"She left her husband and children in Kenya two months after giving birth," Atwoli told NTV as he displayed a video of the woman breastfeeding.

"When they realised she can breastfeed, the employer gave her a job of breastfeeding puppies."

The COTU boss called for intergovernmental diplomacy to address the plight of Kenyans in Saudi Arabia and other gulf countries.

Atwoli said: "This is indirect slavery, I want to appeal to our government to go the way President Kibaki's government under Phylis Kandie did.

Woman accuses employer of forcing her to breastfeed his dogs while he filmed (video)
"She banned all employment agencies in Kenya.

"Let this issue be a government-to-government.

"Let Kenya negotiate with Saudi Arabia on terms and conditions of service... so that our people can do decent jobs and not a job of breastfeeding dogs."

Atwoli said the inhumane actions being witnessed in Saudi Arabia are denying Kenyans dignity and respect.

He added: "It denies us our own citizenship as Kenyans who are from a free and independent country.

"I want to appeal to government to ban all employment agencies and review issues related to outside employment as advocated for by the International Labour Organization."

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While the heat is on, you may think there is no boundary as to what to say or touch, but be careful, you may kill the fun while touching these places.

For men: 5 places you shouldn’t touch a woman during s*x

Couple in bed

Sex is always a moment of pleasure that intimate partners often take informally. Lovers usually have no boundaries to their pleasurable activity while the moment is on.

However, the lovemaking process is very sensitive and couples should curtail the habit of placing their hands on some sensitive parts of the genitals which are listed below.

1.Her cervix
If you reach her cervix during sex, recognize that something is wrong. Remember, this is the narrow canal that connects the vagina to the womb. That isn’t a place you want to go to, so don’t try to touch her there.

For starters, it’s painful for her to have something rammed against her cervix, and it could be a sign that you need to shift for a position with shallower penetration.

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https://storyteller.com.ng/2022/10/08/for-men-5-places-you-shouldnt-touch-a-woman-during-sx/

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Episode 1

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All criticisms welcome.

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I woke up that morning, and as was my usual ritual since the commencement of the ASUU strike, logged into facebook. I saw many notifications and carefully scanned through them. Some were comments made by some of my online friends on a photo I had uploaded about two years back.


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https://storyteller.com.ng/2022/10/07/story-online-romance-episode-1-6/

Episode 1
This battle has been on since centuries ago, you guys know what I’m talking about, the battle between celebrities and non celebrities
An actor dying to have a celebrity marriage, and an actress who just want to get down with every handsome guy that works his way into the industry, where they come out to wash their dirty panties and talk about their break ups and divorce. Sometimes I want to kill that dream of becoming an actress, my parents did everything in their power to train me in a good and Godly way, if by chance I make my way into the film industry I will try to honour my parents memory by being that sweet little girl they trained.
Since I was four years old, that was when I had fall in love with acting, when I’m studying I act, when I’m sleeping I act, when I’m walking on the road I act, anywhere you see me I was always acting on my own. As a good parents they knew its my wish to become an actress but since they were to poor to send me to study in the university they pretended not to be seeing my talent.
Then my father died when I was 16 years old, it was really a sad day for my mother and I, we didn’t have money but we had love, plenty of it, when my dad died my mother broke, she became a different woman, she doesn’t talk, neither does she eat, always in our small hut crying her eyes out. I was through with my secondary school which was also my university since my dad said that’s why he could reach, before he died they were arranging one chief to marry me but God does his things in a way we humans can not understand. I swear my father’s death really pained me but God knows what’s best.
Then when I became an adult my mum died too( funny right) she left me alone to go live on with her husband, I have no one, I mean no one to run to or call my own, I was alone in the village, every year I see people come and go, students going to school and returning back to meet their parents. Honesty I was jealous I envy them, sometimes I hide in my Conner and cry, ask God why he has allowed me to die with my dreams and talent.
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https://storyteller.com.ng/2022/10/12/story-my-celebrity-crush-episode-1-26/

PART 1

This memorable weekend, I had gone to my usual hangout with two others of my girlfriends, two fellow h—y b!t~ches. We were all h—y but obviously our f**k buddies had prior engagement, so the consensus was to go clubbing, pump as much booze and weed into our systems as possible.

Anyways, this fateful Friday night, we had gone to our usual haunt in search of fun and pleasure. Usual dingy, shadowing atmosphere, the best place for owls like my friends and I. We drank, danced, smoked and generally felt high but after a time, I got bored and as h—y as hell. None of the guys around showed any signs of being adventurous of what I wanted.

So I decided to go outside away from all that smoke sweat from the press of several bodies

I smelled the welcoming fresh air as I got outside to the car park. It was kind of intoxicating and made me hornier than ever before.I needed my pu~ssy handled, I needed my body touched, I needed to be used. I inhaled the fresh air and moved to where my friend had parked her car. Read more of these episode from our various page such as, unlimited story platform, fresh stories Kingdom, house of story room, sweet and nice story room through Nana ish on+233544142683.Thank God i had the keys, I thought to myself as I opened the driver’s door and sat but with my feet still on the floor.

I guess my dress was adding to my h—y state as it was extra-ordinarily short with it barely covering my crotch and my b**bs were straining against the polyester material, trying to get free. My n!pples were outlined against the stretchy material, taut and as hard as stone.

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https://storyteller.com.ng/2022/10/07/story-shes-an-addict18-episode-1-4/

Imanse – Never In My Life Mp3, Mp4 & Lyrics Download
Imanse dish out the mind blowing song titled “Never In My Life” the song is available for free and fast download on

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Sexting is a skill, and not everyone is very good at it. That’s why we are here to give some pointers.

5 tips for a steamy sexting session with your lover

A guide to sexting [Good divas]

Many reasons can make you and your partner sext each other. Long distance or good old fun can cause couples to resort to sexting. Sexting also spices up a relationship because it is adventurous.

Sexting is sending sexual messages to your partner that are sometimes accompanied by pictures.

Although, if you are not married to the person, sexting is always a risk because you might see details of your conversation online.

Anyways, here are some tips;

1. Be graphic

You don’t want to start texting like a novelist saying things like, ‘the room was dark, the AC was blowing cold air.” No, get into the nitty gritty of it immediately.

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https://storyteller.com.ng/2022/10/07/5-tips-for-a-steamy-sexting-session-with-your-lover/

Below are 5 foods that are good for your health but you might want to avoid them before bedroom exercise.

5 foods to avoid before s*x

We all think about nutrition to pique our performance in the gym, or even at work, so why not in the bedroom, too?

“There are some foods thats can make you feel tired, lethargic and bloated, and these can interfere with great sex,” says Lorraine Perretta, a nutritional therapist.

We run down a few of these food faux pas that might interfere with your performance between the sheets.

Sure, a romantic dinner in a nice restaurant is usually an opportunity to treat yourself to a prime slab of meat. But unfortunately, a big steak is not going to help you feel sexy later on. Large meals can focus the body’s energy and blood flow to digestion rather than sex. Meat can take up to four hours to digest.

1.Garlic

Apart from giving you stinky breathe down your lovers, garlic is supposedly a prime culprit for making a man’s semen taste funky, along with caffeine, red meat and onions.

There are reports that the bodily fluids of vegetarians taste better than meat eaters. So ditch the meat and garlic, and load up on greens.

2. Heavy Carbs

Another to avoid if you don’t want to feel lethargic and sleepy. Carbs like potatoes, bread, and pasta are likely to raise the blood sugar levels for the short term but a couple of hours later the sugar levels crash and so does energy

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https://storyteller.com.ng/2022/10/07/5-foods-to-avoid-before-sx/

Episode 1

It was a very great,stunning and beautiful morning..everything was silent as I knelt beside my mum and my only 26yrs brother max burial ground with my 3years old junior sister jessy while dad was standing right next to us wearing his glasses..”Mum,I wish you come back to me and I really missed you max” I said tears forming in my eyes while I guessed dad was already crying..

Jessy: is that where mum is? *she asked holding my arm*

Me: yes,,say hi to mum

Jessy: hi mum,,why can’t we go there? *referring to me*

I bursted to laughter rubbing her hairs..

Me: we can’t go there okay?..

Jessy: I want to see mum..*about to cry*

Dad: jessica *he angrily shouted*

Me: I’ll take you there next time okay?

*she nodded okay*

We placed the rose flowers we were all holding on the burialground and we later left the cemmetry..we made our way into my dad’s rangerover 2016 and zoomed off with jessy on my lap…

My name is jason,19 years of age,am not tall and not short with wizkhalifa body,,am extremely fair in complexion with a deep dimples and pink lips…my mum is a fair woman and a trader popularly known allover the world,she died two years ago along side my 26years brother max,a very tall guy though handsome and a tech guru in a car accident,,I guessed I inherited that from him cause I was also given the nick j.guru(jason guru)..and my dad,,a choco skinned man with a little big tommy though little handsome,he is the richest in my area..oh jessy,,jessy is our last born which follows me..she is very beautiful that she is modelling for dad’s companies..I am the only one left to take care of her now beside dad..

Present

Later in the night,,,,I was in my room playing with jessy when a call landed on my infinix note 3 phone,,the ringtone (orobo by olamide) loudness almost tear the speaker..I checked the caller to see tina..this girl again..tina is the only daughter of my dad best friend..she is 17,fair skinned and of average height with big boobs and medium round ass..above all,she is beautiful..

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https://storyteller.com.ng/2022/10/07/story-my-private-tutor-episode-1-17/

Episode 1)

When I first moved into my apartment and was introduced to my landlady by the agent I did a double take. Her house girl came to get the door and ushered us into the sitting room.

I was surreptitiously sizing the housegirl up and wondering if I could score. She was plump in a nice sort of way with a heavy Bottom and medium round bosoms. I smiled at her and she smiled back then looked away shyly, rolling her hips a bit more enticingly as she walked in to get madam. “Bad girl,” I thought to myself already gloating in anticipation. We sat down to wait.

After about 15mins i was becoming impatient when, finally the land lady herself emerged. She walked into the sitting room staring at me like my d–k was hanging out. It might as well have been. I was staring at the most curvy and fleshy female being I had ever set my eyes on. Round and plump, with bosoms each almost as big as a melon.

Despite her evident roundness, i could make out formidably wide hips through her clothes, a loose blouse with a wrapper tied round her waist. From the way her bosoms were rolling heavily but gently from side to side as she moved, i could tell she was not in bra. She seemed about mid forties
‘Bayo,” she greeted the agent as she sat down, ‘is this my new neighbour?’ ‘you’re welcome’
“thank you ma” I replied.

“I hope you like the apartment, has Bayo taken you round?”
“Yes, I’ve seen it and its quite ok”
After a few more pleasantries and rules and regulations of living in her compound, she asked what I was doing. I told her I was into business and she asked to know if i was married.

My negative reply brought the ghost of a smile to her face as she jokingly said, “my house girl is off limits oh,” to which I also jokingly replied, “don’t worry ma, she’s a small girl,” and looking into her eyes added softly, “I like older women.” Her smile widened and she changed the topic. She soon left me with the agent to work out other details, but I didn’t hear a word he said.

My eyes followed my landlady’s departing Bottom and I could feel my long d–k start to rise as I imagined burying it in the deep crack between her rolling buttocks. I didn’t have to wait long.
The next day as I was moving my things in, she was driving out to the market. She stopped when she saw me,so she called me over. As she wind down her window I could feel the cool air from her Ac but she was sweating slightly. She has small eyes and full African lips and was wearing a very low cut blouse.

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https://storyteller.com.ng/2022/10/07/story-my-delicious-landlady-episode-1-14/

We are all here because of sex, so one cannot deny the central role sex plays in our existence. Also, most of us enjoy sex, a lot. This is why it is important to discover the best styles and positions in the bedroom that heighten one’s sexual experiences.

5 s*x positions guaranteed to make a woman orgasm

Here are five style for the ladies which are guaranteed to make sure every lady enjoys sex to orgasmic levels:

1. Cowgirl
This position has the woman on top. This style is about the woman riding a man like a horse. The best thing about this style is that the woman sets the pace. As she sits on a man’s crotch, she enjoys deep penetration, which, depending on how she likes to orgasm, can be make a lady feel like she is on top of the world.


2.Doggy Style
The doggy style basically allows a lady to lead from behind. Sure, it can get rough, if that is what she is into. Indeed, it gives a lady a chance to enjoy sex hard and fast, like she is a co-star in the movie Fast and Furious release. It also allows for deep penetration, as well as center of gravity stimulation.

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https://storyteller.com.ng/2022/10/07/5-sx-positions-guaranteed-to-make-a-woman-orgasm/

PART 1
A car drove into the compound, a clean white Toyota Camry car, loud music playing in the car, I was on the balcony wondering who owns this new car making noise in our compound. To my surprise it was one of my friend Ejiro, who rode the car into the car. Ejiro came out holding two bottles of Hennessey shouting……
Ejiro: Yes ooo! I have arrived, my toy has finally arrived, come and celebrate with me….. (Full of celebration)
Are you for real? Ejiro son buy new car? Everybody quickly gathered around and joined him, I rushed downstairs to join the celebration. In the spirit of celebration, everybody congratulated him, I hugged him, me set hugged sip Hennessey. Was still surprised how Ejiro did it cos we both are into yahoo and yahoo doesn’t pay much does it even pay this days. I hugged him again…….
Me: Guy I dey loyal oooo, how you take do am? Ja Mi si, how did you do it?
Ejiro: oh boy! I don land patapata for this campus, Na my madam do am for me oooo.
Me: Hahahahaha! Which madam be that one again? Your mother abi your girlfriend? Ja Mi si bobo yii.
Ejiro: Oya! Jimi you omo jazi ni, Na my sugar mama surprise me with this tear rubber…
Indeed! I was happy for him, I was really happy for him and he is very lucky. Anyway, my name is Jimi, I’m in my early 20s, 300l student in Olabisi Onabanjo University. Me and my friends are yahoo boys, like I said earlier, we don’t really make much from it but at least we still use it to do some packaging as per big boys thing. I was really happy for my pal Ejiro on his new ride but somehow I became jealous, cos we are all into this yahoo but I guess his own has become yahoo plus because he’s into sugar mummy thing, there is this sugar mummy he just met that she’s really taking care of him. Sugar mummy? I can’t imagine myself having sexual inter course with someone old enough to be my mother.

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EPISODE 1
I waited patiently as the phone loaded slowly due to the
poor network. Believe me, network is always very slow
whenever one wants to check result.
It was my third post UTME in the prestigious Obafemi
Awolowo University. My first and second post UTME result
was 168 and 199 respectively, i could remember vividly that
my mum (who gathered money from her petty trade of
fruits) said to me having seen my second trial result “If only
they were so nice to add one mark, you would have gotten
200″.
Well, she was very sad, but she still encouraged me (without
even talking about the money with which she obtained the
form for me). She just said that i should try more, she said ”
ti esin ba da ni, a maan tun gun ni” which means that; when
a horse makes one fall, we try climbing again. . .
I was so lost in thought, all i could think of was my mum
who had been struggling to make me someone in life. She
has been doing all these alone since i lost my father when i
was ten in a fatal accident along Lagos-Ibadan express way
(that was some 8 years back). Since I’m the only child, she
has only shown me so much care and affection, and i can’t
afford to fail post utme the third time. . .
All these was going through my mind, and my thoughts were
too crowded to notice that the result has loaded, and is right
on the screen staring at me. I snapped out of my thoughts to
discover that ‘the bridegroom’ is here, all i needed to do was
to ‘zoom’ on my outdated Blackberry tour that i bought
(3000 Naira, UK used) with my life savings. Trembling with so
much fear, i pressed the middle key, there came my result. I
looked at it, and behold. . . .
What exactly did he score?
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https://storyteller.com.ng/2022/05/28/story-the-painful-pleasure-episode-1-17/

CHAPTER ONE
The noise from my neighbour’s house woke me up, mr and mrs Ajayi were fighting again. I got up from my bed with a frown on my face wondering why it has become a daily routine for the Ajayi’s to fight every morning. “Oh, dear” i murmured and tried some body stretching exercise. Just when i was about doing the second round of my yoga style exercise, i heard a familiar voice saying “Gloria, its 6:25am. You better get up from that bed and come do your chores”. I hissed knowing i wouldn’t complete my exercise and hurried to the kitchen, where my mum a young petite woman in her late thirties was preparing bean cake and pap.
I greeted her in our yoruba dialect and started my chores. At around 7:05am i was already settled in my uniform of pink shirt and black skirt. “Shhhh, don’t tell. Am more beautiful than a mermaid” i whispered to myself as i made my way to the dinning.
“Omolara, how many times have i told you not to eat without your brother?” My dad asked with a fake frown.
“Am sorry, dad” i said. One of this days i would beat this sluggish mouse called Kelvin, i hate the way he delays during meal time, he better stop this behaviour of his before i pounce on him, i thought.
Kelvin is my younger brother and the last of two kids. Oh, yes that’s me being the first Child to the Adekunles. Mr Thompson Adekunle, my dad was an engineer working in a construction firm. While my mum, Mrs Juliet Adekunle was a nurse. You see, we are blessed as a family, cute with brains. One would say, we took after our parents, yes that’s true. But sometimes i wonder where my brains are when it comes to mathematics, because even the eight years old sluggish brother of mine was a genious when it comes to mathematics.
“Oh boy, this kid is cute, he has got a spaced teeth with nice dimples. He is the best in his class, and he always gets the best teasing from girls his age especially the Ajayi’s last daughter who was just seven years old. Although he helps me get my maths’ home work done but am still far more better than him. Hmm, am smart you know and he is just too slow. Winks, i wonder when i would stop talking to myself, phew” i wiped my sweat from my forehead.
Well, back to the moment, i sneezed as Kelvin entered the dinning after keeping us waiting for a while, because he wore a powerful perfume. Dad scolded him, and made him say the prayer before meal and i shone my teeth because i was happy he deserved it.
We got to school 7:35am and i being an ss2 student of the ‘great fountain international school’. A girl of average height, beautiful, smart, and brilliant except when it comes to mathematics. Fifteen years ago, i was named after my grandma because i had similar resemblance with her. Big eyes, great dimples, with spaced teeth and i was named Gloria Omolara Adekunle, i was my grandma’s photocopy but the only difference from her was my dark complexion. I believed i was dark because i love chocolates alot.
I being the class prefect and assistant game prefect ensured that my class and other classes were kept clean by making sure the sweeping rooster was called.
Read full story here
https://storyteller.com.ng/2022/05/19/story-let-me-be-your-wife-episode-1-17/

Episode 1
Meet Sasha Alfredo
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My eyes roamed around the “ancient” building meant to be my new home, I call it ancient because it looked really old and kind of creepy…
This is so bad!
How will I cope living in this kind of house? What next ………..
Sasha! My mum called distracting me from my thoughts
I shifted my gaze to her , she was setting up the dinning table in it’s space …
Don’t just stand there, assist with something. She instructed and I scoffed
Assist! and what is there to assist with! this building look so outdated! I remarked angrily..
Stop that Sasha! my mum was warned, this is your new home and there is nothing you can do about it . She finalised
New home my foot! I retorted angrily
Oh come on Sasha, this is going to be so much fun. My little sister Kamara joined in the conversation
She was jumping around the sitting room in excitement……..
I huffed
Fun! this is a nightmare I really want to wake up from…..
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Climbing up the old looking stairs , it led me to a short passage with four rooms
I pushed the door to the first room opened and quickly banged it shut when I saw a King size bed in the room….
That must be my parent room! I muttered
Walking towards the second room, I noticed the door to the opposite room was slightly ajar so I walked towards it instead….
I peeped into the room and huffed when I saw my dad setting up my bed at a corner of the room….
Oh yeah! My room at last!
I opened the door wider and walked in
Seems like someone is trying to change this old box room to a Princess room. I said while looking around and my dad looked up at me
hey Princess! When did you get here? he asked with a smile
Not quite long . I answered with a frown and he nodded absentmindedly as he was still fixing my Princess bed….
But Dad this is just not right ! I mean out of all the houses , why must it be this old one? I started
because I needed a house urgently and this was the only one available. he answered and I scoffed
but is it a must for us to move here , why didn’t we just stay over at the former house? I continued and he chuckled lightly
You know I just got a transfer here and considering the distance , it won’t be possible!
What ever! I muttered with an eye roll…
he stood up from the floor when he was done fixing the bed and moved closer to me…
Sasha! I know you are not happy with the whole idea of staying here but I can assure that you will love it later .
But how dad! I left everything I cherish most , I left my friends, my title as the “most popular girl”, I left Jayden , I f—–g left everything. I yelled and broke down in tears
Oh Sasha! he exclaimed while pulling me into a hug
It is gonna be alright. he assured, and I believe you will get over it once you start school .he added and I pulled out from the hug
School! and when will that be? I asked
Tomorrow. he answered with a wide grin
But dad isn’t it too early , can’t school wait? I asked with a frown and he shook his head negatively
No Princess
but dad it is …. I tried to say but he cut me off
Go freshen up and come down for dinner . he instructed and walked out of the room…..
School!tomorrow! Is he for real! why can’t he and mum just let me be!
I signed in anger
Taking few steps to the bathroom, a shiny object hidden behind the cracked wall caught my attention…..
What is that? I wondered as I moved closer to it
I pulled it out, it was a golden chain with a D2 wordings inscripted on it ….
I stared at it in awe , it was made with pure gold ….
who would have kept it here? I wondered, Probably the previous owners…… but how is it possible! the chain still looks new…..well! I really don’t care , it belongs to me now ……
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Episode 1
Until late 2009, I was still a virgin. I used to think it was cool to be a virgin (talk about my religious upbringing) until I realized everybody around me was growing up and losing their innocence, leaving me behind.
My story started several years ago, when I was still 10 years old. At that tender age, everything I knew about sex was from tiny bits of information from much older boys, and preaching from elders and religious leaders that sex is evil and we should keep away from it. Trust children, they only succeeded in making us very curious. We were living in a storey building of four flats then in the suburbs of one of Nigeria’s fastest cities. Each family lived in a flat. My family occupied the flat upstairs on the left, adjacent to the landlady’s flat. The family living directly below us downstairs had a girl called Tola, who was almost my age. We have something in common; while I was the last born of my parents, she was also the last born of her parents. There were many children and young people in the house then as all the four families in the compound had kids. We usually played together in the compound. She was a pretty girl. Now I could remember that she was fair in complexion. She had dimpled cheeks and long hair which her parents made into ponytails. She was my best-friend. Sometimes, Tola and I would lock ourselves in a room and play doctor and patient. I would be the doctor and she would be the patient. She would off her clothes and lay on the bed, then I would examine her. I could see the two tiny pink buds that would later blossom into unmentionables. Then I would see that narrow canal in between her legs with that little protrusion which would later be that wet, come-dripping, juicy pleasure filled well, called p—sy(the protrusion is the cl–t). Then we would change position. She would become doctor and I would become patient. I would remove my clothes and lie on the bed. Then she would examine my body, including that tiny, pointed stick that would later become the ultimate instrument of pleasure, the d—-k. Actually that was my first close examination of a p—sy. It was a child’s p—sy and it was tiny. In our innocence, we would play on without understanding the functions of those organs we were playing with. Well, somebody soon taught me what the p—-sy was.

One of the older girls in our compound was Tosin. We used to call her aunty Tosin because at that time, she would be about 19 years old. She was the landlady’s niece and she lived with her family. She was dark, of average height with a voluptuous body. She had chubby cheeks and nice teeth. Oh, I forgot to mention those two big unmentionables. They were d–n big. She had an average a—s but the unmentionables were huge. The usually knock against each other when we were playing. I didn’t know how to place those sensations I felt whenever I saw her smiling at me and those unmentionable pointing like twin oranges. I just knew my instrument used to stand at attention whenever I saw her. Now I know it was arousal.
Then it happened one day. I came back from school and met the door of our apartment locked. My parents had locked the door and gone out. So I went to the landlady’s house to play as usual—
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MY DELICIOUS LANDLADY
Episode 1)

When I first moved into my apartment and was introduced to my landlady by the agent I did a double take. Her house girl came to get the door and ushered us into the sitting room.

I was surreptitiously sizing the housegirl up and wondering if I could score. She was plump in a nice sort of way with a heavy Bottom and medium round bosoms. I smiled at her and she smiled back then looked away shyly, rolling her hips a bit more enticingly as she walked in to get madam. “Bad girl,” I thought to myself already gloating in anticipation. We sat down to wait.

After about 15mins i was becoming impatient when, finally the land lady herself emerged. She walked into the sitting room staring at me like my d–k was hanging out. It might as well have been. I was staring at the most curvy and fleshy female being I had ever set my eyes on. Round and plump, with bosoms each almost as big as a melon.

Despite her evident roundness, i could make out formidably wide hips through her clothes, a loose blouse with a wrapper tied round her waist. From the way her bosoms were rolling heavily but gently from side to side as she moved, i could tell she was not in bra. She seemed about mid forties
‘Bayo,” she greeted the agent as she sat down, ‘is this my new neighbour?’ ‘you’re welcome’
“thank you ma” I replied.

“I hope you like the apartment, has Bayo taken you round?”
“Yes, I’ve seen it and its quite ok”
After a few more pleasantries and rules and regulations of living in her compound, she asked what I was doing. I told her I was into business and she asked to know if i was married.

My negative reply brought the ghost of a smile to her face as she jokingly said, “my house girl is off limits oh,” to which I also jokingly replied, “don’t worry ma, she’s a small girl,” and looking into her eyes added softly, “I like older women.” Her smile widened and she changed the topic. She soon left me with the agent to work out other details, but I didn’t hear a word he said.

My eyes followed my landlady’s departing Bottom and I could feel my long d–k start to rise as I imagined burying it in the deep crack between her rolling buttocks. I didn’t have to wait long.
The next day as I was moving my things in, she was driving out to the market. She stopped when she saw me,so she called me over. As she wind down her window I could feel the cool air from her Ac but she was sweating slightly. She has small eyes and full African lips and was wearing a very low cut blouse.

My eyes trailed a drop of sweat down her neck and chest until it disappeared into her deep cleavage. Till today I can’t remember what she asked me. I was just saying “yes ma, yes ma”. Meanwhile my eyes could only stare incredulously at the huge succulent m—-s between her arms as she gripped the steering. My oga downstairs was already nodding against the door of her infinity jeep and my heart was pounding loudly in my ears.

All I could think was “chei!! See delicious woman!!,” wondering how those bosoms would feel in my hands. Suddenly I noticed everywhere was quiet. I finally looked up sheepishly to see her smiling at me with a coy look on her face. She said, “I said you should stop saying ma. Call me madam Janet or just Janet, you hear?!” I said I had heard. She took my number and said she would call me later in the day. She gave me a long silent look with that ghost of a smile on her face and as she drove out I could hear her humming along to the radio which was playing wande coal’s “u want it, u bad.

” I said to myself “e be like say this madam wan use me play sha.” I decided to chat up her house girl and learned that she had been married but her husband travelled abroad and she lost contact with him. They had had a big fight and lived separately for two months before he left. She had three kids and the last one was in boarding school.
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Everyone wants to have their own happily ever after. Once you’ve found the girl of your dreams, you probably never imagined it could go any other way besides the “growing old together” way. However, it’s an unfortunate fact of love and life that not all relationships will make it to the promised land. Whether it’s a major scandal like infidelity or something as simple yet devastating as one of you falling out of love, it is always nice to have a heads up. In most cases, when a woman is no longer interested in a relationship she doesn’t want to be the one to end it. But even when she has already made the decision to breakup, she will still take the time to give you some signs before actually telling you. This is the time to take a deep look at your relationship. With the falling out of love part, there are many warnings you can look for along the way. Listed below are eight different signs that indicate she doesn’t love you anymore. These might come in handy as you run a diagnostic check to see whether or not your relationship will truly stand the test of time.

sad man after breakup

Signs That She Doesn’t Love You Anymore
1. Your Partner Has Given Up – None of us like fighting with our partner; it’s awful. The yelling, the stomping around, or even the classic retreat into the bedroom in hopes that they will come find you. While these fights, and the countless others, are messy, and terrible in their own right, they do speak to something. The couple has passion. They care about the other person enough to fight with them. And while it is a twisted way of showing love, there is an underlying belief in the relationship, and hope for a better future. When you start to see that your partner has stopped engaging with you and in general just “doesn’t care anymore,” you should start to wonder if they’ve fallen out of love with you. Because, what’s the point of fighting if they’ve given up?

2. She Keeps You A Secret – All of a sudden, you stop getting invited to family barbecues and happy hour drinks with her friends. She seems hesitant when it comes to letting you spend time with the people she considers close. This insistence in keeping you a secret might be a key pointer to her lack of interest in you or having a long term relationship.
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1*
it was back in 1996 in our “face me i face” compound that i lived with my parents and i should be around 12 or 14 years and i was quite stubborn at my age but one thing that stood out about me was my very huge pipe, i would pull my shorts to bathe outside and the older girls in our compound would make good remarks as they gossip with each other “this boy pipe big oh!, i pity him girlfriend for future” as innocent as i was i loved those remarks so i always take my bath outside whether the bathroom is crowded or not for i want to see the shock of surprise in their eyes and those heart warming accolades.

Aunty comfort my mothers best friend whom is a neighbour too, people in the compound normally say my mum and aunty comfort are the gossips we have in the compound, my mother barely does nothing at home, she is always chewing bubble gum with aunty comfort as they mimic little thundering sound with thier mouth as they chew the gum.

On this fateful day, i didn’t get good grades from my school work and my mum decided to deal with me in her usual style, she brought out those long thick cane to flog me, as she gave me the first lash on my back, i took off in pain, running round the compound and hoping that someone would come out to beg my mother on my behalf and stop the torrents of torture that has already started to befall me, when nobody came to my rescue, i decided to dash into any door that was open and aunty comfort’s room was nearest to where my ordeal was taking place, i dashed into her room, pushed the door and bolted it as fast as i could, turned and right before me was aunty comfort in her eve clothes, water melon boooby and bushy V, i was caught in the frenzy mood that i just paused, she was also surprised because she quickly dropped the cream tube she was holding and quickly took the towel by the bedside and covered herself, “come romel your mama no teach you to dey knock before you enter person house?” so she said as she sat down and looked pissed at me, “aunty sorry, na my mama dey pursue me with cane” i replied still breathing heavily, “oya come sidon here, dis your mama sef be like say she don dey kolo” and yes i felt my mum was going crazy that period because she would be the one to tell my elder sisters not to near aunty comfort that she is an ashawo but yet that was her bestfriend.
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EPISODE 1
I waited patiently as the phone loaded slowly due to the
poor network. Believe me, network is always very slow
whenever one wants to check result.
It was my third post UTME in the prestigious Obafemi
Awolowo University. My first and second post UTME result
was 168 and 199 respectively, i could remember vividly that
my mum (who gathered money from her petty trade of
fruits) said to me having seen my second trial result “If only
they were so nice to add one mark, you would have gotten
200″.
Well, she was very sad, but she still encouraged me (without
even talking about the money with which she obtained the
form for me). She just said that i should try more, she said ”
ti esin ba da ni, a maan tun gun ni” which means that; when
a horse makes one fall, we try climbing again. . .
I was so lost in thought, all i could think of was my mum
who had been struggling to make me someone in life. She
has been doing all these alone since i lost my father when i
was ten in a fatal accident along Lagos-Ibadan express way
(that was some 8 years back). Since I’m the only child, she
has only shown me so much care and affection, and i can’t
afford to fail post utme the third time. . .
All these was going through my mind, and my thoughts were
too crowded to notice that the result has loaded, and is right
on the screen staring at me. I snapped out of my thoughts to
discover that ‘the bridegroom’ is here, all i needed to do was
to ‘zoom’ on my outdated Blackberry tour that i bought
(3000 Naira, UK used) with my life savings. Trembling with so
much fear, i pressed the middle key, there came my result. I
looked at it, and behold. . . .
What exactly did he score?
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CHAPTER ONE
The noise from my neighbour’s house woke me up, mr and mrs Ajayi were fighting again. I got up from my bed with a frown on my face wondering why it has become a daily routine for the Ajayi’s to fight every morning. “Oh, dear” i murmured and tried some body stretching exercise. Just when i was about doing the second round of my yoga style exercise, i heard a familiar voice saying “Gloria, its 6:25am. You better get up from that bed and come do your chores”. I hissed knowing i wouldn’t complete my exercise and hurried to the kitchen, where my mum a young petite woman in her late thirties was preparing bean cake and pap.
I greeted her in our yoruba dialect and started my chores. At around 7:05am i was already settled in my uniform of pink shirt and black skirt. “Shhhh, don’t tell. Am more beautiful than a mermaid” i whispered to myself as i made my way to the dinning.
“Omolara, how many times have i told you not to eat without your brother?” My dad asked with a fake frown.
“Am sorry, dad” i said. One of this days i would beat this sluggish mouse called Kelvin, i hate the way he delays during meal time, he better stop this behaviour of his before i pounce on him, i thought.
Kelvin is my younger brother and the last of two kids. Oh, yes that’s me being the first Child to the Adekunles. Mr Thompson Adekunle, my dad was an engineer working in a construction firm. While my mum, Mrs Juliet Adekunle was a nurse. You see, we are blessed as a family, cute with brains. One would say, we took after our parents, yes that’s true. But sometimes i wonder where my brains are when it comes to mathematics, because even the eight years old sluggish brother of mine was a genious when it comes to mathematics.
“Oh boy, this kid is cute, he has got a spaced teeth with nice dimples. He is the best in his class, and he always gets the best teasing from girls his age especially the Ajayi’s last daughter who was just seven years old. Although he helps me get my maths’ home work done but am still far more better than him. Hmm, am smart you know and he is just too slow. Winks, i wonder when i would stop talking to myself, phew” i wiped my sweat from my forehead.
Well, back to the moment, i sneezed as Kelvin entered the dinning after keeping us waiting for a while, because he wore a powerful perfume. Dad scolded him, and made him say the prayer before meal and i shone my teeth because i was happy he deserved it.
We got to school 7:35am and i being an ss2 student of the ‘great fountain international school’. A girl of average height, beautiful, smart, and brilliant except when it comes to mathematics. Fifteen years ago, i was named after my grandma because i had similar resemblance with her. Big eyes, great dimples, with spaced teeth and i was named Gloria Omolara Adekunle, i was my grandma’s photocopy but the only difference from her was my dark complexion. I believed i was dark because i love chocolates alot.
I being the class prefect and assistant game prefect ensured that my class and other classes were kept clean by making sure the sweeping rooster was called.
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Episode 1
It was a long drive home later that day with lots of thoughts on my mind” what if she tell her husband” or “what if my boss sacks me”. Shout of “were ni eni” “ u wan kill person abi “ from an okada man and his passenger brought me back to reality and I immediately stopped the car” oh God help me I said. I re started the car and drove for a few minutes before getting home, on getting to the living room I received a text message from an unknown number and it reads “I WILL DEAL WITH YOU”.

It’s been three years and six months that have been searching for a job after my youth service, after our graduation in the university I was very confident that I was going to land a big job because I graduated with a 4.10cgpa in economics, but I was struck with the reality when I got to camp and found out that there are lots of people with stronger 2.1 than mine in same economics although from other schools. So there I was after my youth service no job and no money to even start up little business pending the time how get a job, all I do is wake up in the morning, get something to eat go to the newspaper reading spot in my area to argue politics and football then check for vacancy adverts. Sometimes I go to the café to gist with some of my fellow jobless guys over there and also to submit my cv to job sites.

On Thursday morning I did my normal daily rooting and then straight to the newspaper spot. the first paper I opened had job adverts mostly for engineers and science related courses, the second had a mixture of both science and other disciplines .then i noticed a small advert down the page took all the needed information from the newspaper page and left. then I went home to re adjusted my cv to sooth the job types then I sent them through mail. Few days later I got two invitations for interviews , the first companies was to conduct theirs the next day while the second company was to hold theirs next weefast forward. Hanging up the phone I ran out into the compound of our house and was dancing shoki shoki, shoki shoki shoki.people around started laughing at me they asked why I was dancing and I told them I just got a job that news made everyone to join in the dance .i was all smiles throughout the day, I was to resume work the next day .on getting to work the next day I met the other guys that were newly employed just like me some I remembered I saw at the venue of the interview.we were all excited and ready to work that was when I was told that I was assigned as an pa to one of the top managers in the company Mr shittu and I was very happy about it.I met Mr shittu later that day and we got along really well, he was a nice man and very funny too.
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The bang on the door brought me out of my cool beautiful sleep that morning and I felt like killing that person who just disturbed my sleep.
I rolled off the bed and fell on the ground.
“Go away!” I groaned and tried closing my eyes but the ‘kill joy’ outside kept on banging at the door!
I already knew who it was. Who else if not Kachi!
I stood up and dragged myself to the door.
My humble name is Nancy Philips. I’m twenty three and beautiful enough.
Well… I don’t really care how I look.
I yawned and opened the door at the same time.
“Hmmm!!” Kachi covered her nose and I wondered if my mouth smelled that bad. It was just an innocent yawn
Ogini??
�Kachi�

The smell that hit me right in the face almost made me have a stomachache. How could a girl’s mouth smell so badly!
“Nancy….! Did you even brush at all yesterday?”I asked her and shook my head as she fell back into bed.
It was almost twelve noon and the baboon is still sleeping.
“Nancy!” I yelled hitting her bum.
“Oh chineke! Chineke!! Bikonu, leave me alone!!” Nancy groaned.
I looked at the one room apartment and shook my head.
Nancy’s room smelled badly of rotten food and everywhere looked so dusty.

Just this last weekend, I helped her in cleaning up the room now look at the way she’s destroyed the whole place again.
“Nancy…. Have you washed that used plate since Wednesday?” I asked.
“Just this last Wednesday? No…. It’s too early na. ” She replied and yawned again.
” Jesus Christ,Nancy! Last Wednesday dish! What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked amazed.
Nancy stood up fully awake and looked at me. ” Look…you can’t be coming here to disturb my sleep oh. What’s that?” She asked and hissed.
” Tufiakwa!” I spat and shook my head. I looked at her hair and saw a cockroach crawling out.
“Jesus!” I yelled and got a broom wiping it at her head.
Nancy ran around the room, wondering why I was chasing her with a broom until the cockroach fell off.
Before my very eyes, she killed the cockroach with her bare hands.
She picked it up and threw it outside the window. I watched her…. unable to believe what she just did.

�Nancy�

“What?” I asked wondering why she stood looking at me like that.
“Nancy….a cockroach…with your hands?” She gasped.
” And so?” I asked again,not really seeing her point.
“You just killed that disgusting thing with your hands! Nancy!” She shouted.
I hissed and sat on the bed, looking at her. ” Abeg…na wettin carry you come my house this early morning?”
Kachi shrugged her shoulders and snapped her fingers. “Have you forgotten about where we are supposed to go today? It’s Saturday.”
” I Know it’s Saturday. Where are we going?”
” To the anniversary now. The one I told you about last week. We are even running late.” She said.
“Oh…the anniversary. I totally forgot. Okay,let me throw my clothes on so we can move already.” I said getting up.
Kachi glared dangerously at me. ” Throw your clothes on? Aren’t you going to bath?” She asked.
” Ahn ahn….the one I bath a day before yesterday nko? Is that one not bath? You have started.”
Kachi threw her arms on her head and looked into heaven. “Jesus Christ,this girl has killed me.” She cried.
“Who killed you? Bia…I haven’t killed anyone in my entire life oh.
Watch your tongue.” I replied and hissed before pulling out my ghana must go bag.

�Kachi�

I watched her as she pulled out clothes from the bag and an irritating horrible smell filled the whole room.
I covered my nose as I watched her pull out different types of smelly clothes and used underwear.
I almost suffocated. Infact… I couldn’t sit still.
The smell was murderous!
I hastily stood up and ran outside the house for some fresh air.
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episode 1)
That morning, my husband David came to pick me at the airport. He was dry faced and tensed, very unusual.

Other times, David would be so excited to come pick me, he would kiss me and hug me passionately, but now, everything became different.
“You kept me waiting for hours in there.”
I said, gazing angrily at him.
“Don’t tell me it’s traffic honey, today is Saturday.”

“I am sorry, I had to pick the kids from summer lessons, and then rush to church to counsel a few couples.”He said soothingly.

“you now prepare the kids for school, What happened to Ifeoma? she is the kids nanny.”

“And you are the Kids mom!” He Screamed suddenly.
“you’ve been away from your family for 5months Ekom, the kids don’t even talk about you anymore.” David deliberately slowed his breathing in a bid to calm himself down.

I was silent for a while.
my lips quivered, but David ignored that he saw tears glistening in my eyes.

Catching his eyes as he tried to look at me, I sensed a shiver of unease go through him.

He was right, I was away from my family for four months or more, I had women’s conference and hundreds of women to mentor in Houston. It was a moment I didn’t want to miss.
Then I broke the silence; “what of Ifeoma?”

David looked uncertain. “she fell ill, so I asked her to go see Doctor Dennis.”

We were both quiet until we got home.

I sat on my bed now, I slipped off my slippers and sank my feet into rug and decided to keep them sunk in so that my toes would feel cushioned. So that a part of me would feel safe.

“mummy!” my daughter screamed, breathing deeply.
She smuggled into my arms and I grabbed her tight to myself.

“where is your sister?” I whispered into her ears.

“she is sleeping.”

Not long I heard tiny foots running along the corridor that led to my room. “mummy, mummy…” She jumped on me and kissed me on my cheeks, leaving me in the sweet comfort of motherhood.

They looked so healthy and chubby.

“what has aunty Ifeoma and Daddy been feeding you with?”

“Golden morn and banana porridge!” they chorused shrilly.

“Mummy, Church people said that you are no longer daddy’s wife.” My first daughter Teye said, her eyes became sad. Deep and sad.

“Aunty Ifeoma Now sleeps in daddy’s room.” Mfon the youngest said.

My heart jumped, I knew at that moment, that there were stories In their eyes that I was yet to know.
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