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With all due respect, I have changed names and some too familiar details about myself out of respect for my wife to be. I know she likes to catch cruise on nairaland.

My name is Friday (of course not my real name) I am from the middle-belt. So please save your tribalism with all those una Igbo, Yoruba and Hausa insults. I met Grace(my wife to be) few years ago. It was love at 1st sight. She was everything and is still everything I had hoped a woman should be. There is this crass about her that makes her effortlessly better than any lady around her. My type in the true sense of the word. Tall, busty, curvy, sassy, elegant, personable and above all, she has a graceful soul. From the 1st date to this day, I still pinch my self like.. What in God's green earth is a beauty like her doing with a shrek like me.

But then, true perfection is always a utopia. Grace in all her graceful demeanour and aura, has a flaw; Indecision! More so, blind trust seems to be her albatross. (I swear she can even take Lai Muhammad's word to the bank) Though, I still love her; flaws and all. Her complete or should I say blind trust for me and Abigail became one of the reasons Abigail(her younger sister) has become an unending chapter in our relationship. Even though the blame of what happened squarely falls on me.

Abigail just shy off 20, is too savvy for her age. Not the outright outstanding beauty like my Grace. What ever little she lacks in beauty, she more than makes up for it in her mentality. For she is truly a smart and an intelligent girl. Just five years younger than Grace. One who expect them at least to be close and be like Asaba and Onisha but then...they are the direct opposite of each other. While Grace is the introverted shy person, Abigail is quite the extrovert and likes to make friends for Africa. It is only fair to believe their formative time in secondary school played a part in their output towards life. Grace likes to conform like most day school students. Abigail on the other hand, is the boarding school nightmare all parents hope not to experience: the deviant.

Through the 1st years we dated, Abigail was in secondary school and was never in the picture. For some odd or strange reason, Grace was not ready to fully commit. Not that I blame her or something. At 23, Most girls her age are like Alice in wonderland; they crush on celebrities and Chase childhood dreams and fantasies. The vile ones, if truth be told...tend to live out their hoė phase. At 28, I was already grounded to know what I wanted and it was Grace and marriage. Sometimes, you do all you can do but then life has a way of throwing in a curveball. More over, "No be say because I wan chop egg I go begin dey worship chicken." Sensing her shakara, I pulled the hand brakes on us and walked out of the relationship.

***2 years later***
Fortunately or unfortunately after letting go, Grace became incensed and started to want me back. I hardly do any social media at this point. Pride won't let her call me, so there was no way to send coded messages on whatsapp status to me. Being the introvert that she is and the all trusting graceful Grace, she started to send Abigil over to my place to bridge the gap. In just over two years, Abigail had changed and developed into a sexy hippie bohemian. Not that I fancy her in any erotic way or something. It's just that in our contemporary naija society where mostly everyone conforms, it is hard not to notice a bohemian.

Knowing I would do no better than Grace even with a million dollars and in a hundred years of searching, I mended fences with Grace and our relationship became stronger than ever. Over time, Abigail became a bridge between us. At first, Grace would send her over to run errands for her. After a while, it became a second nature for her to come over and fidget with my electronics. Courtesy demands you be nice to your in-laws to be and so I was nice to Abigail.

Abigail's posturing over time made it difficult for me to say no to her especially during them Nengi and Laycon days in the house. She was a fan of big brother lockdown. And would always ask for my keys to watch the silly show for she was equally as silly to be gushing over that vanity fair. Grace seems not have any issues with her coming over and I also did not for I was hardly home and God knows the sub was kinda wasting away.

There are some things in life that are not planned. They just happen! My boss at work then tested positive for Covid and we were all asked to quarantine at home. Grace still had to go to work while Abigail was always free because of the ASSU strike. Suddenly, I started to be alone with Abigail. She would come over "for big brother" around 9am and leave around 7pm in time to beat her curfew at home. It was awkward staying all day with Abigail. Grace too predictable, only comes over on Sunday. For some strange reasons, on Sundays, Abigail will never show up.

There were times, and I am sure it could just be my imagination, that she enjoyed teasing me. She would come dressed like a sister Mary Amaka from home but after a while, she would take her bath and transform into a Kardashian. Wearing skimpy cloths and heavy make-up. I tried to give her her space. I was in quarantine and therefore, had practically no where to go. I am basically the type that don't flock with co-workers and I hardly keep any friends except for Grace. I am not one to be neighbourly with my neighbours so I was stuck with Abigail all day. Humans are social animals and we tend to gravitate towards each other especially when we are alone with someone. Gradually, she won me over and I started to watch the big brother show with her. While she was rooting for Nengi after her Erica left, I was simply for Neo for he had my height. And the bond between us grew. God knows I had no vile motives and evil intentions. It is hard not to enjoy Abigail's company for she is a smart, gleeful and witty girl. While I do all the talking with Grace, Abigail on the other hand does all the talking with me and it was a welcome change.

*** D Day ***
It became obvious Abigail was not telling the truth at home. She would pick their calls and tell them she was in her female friend's house. And in the spirit of our new found big brother bond. We kept the secret. On this faithful day, it had rained all day and Nepa had struck and the plug in my generator was no good. The rain had brought with it a cool breeze and some magical thunder. Seemingly, we could not watch our show so I took a blanket because of the cold and buried my attention on my PC (laptop) re-watching season 5 of the game of thrones.

Naively, Abigail joined me and entered the blanket with me. I use the word 'naive' because I honestly do not want to qualify her as a minx. And I know she does not see me as a Justine Bieber of a crystal ball for her to be drooling at. While in that warm blanket watching the movies in such compromising position, One thing led to another and alot of that one thing opened up her Pandora's box and I... I ate the most forbidden fruit there ever was. There is no telling how wonderful making love to her was at the heat of the moment and there's no shame in the world that equates to the shame that immediately dwell and still dwells in my soul shortly after even to this day. There's a lot to blame our mistake and betrayal on. Could it just be the moment? the weather? the chemistry? the devil? (laughs) my opportunistic habit? Her feminine warmth in such close proximity? my placing a hand on her thigh and meeting no resistance? My foggy mind and grown erection? Her racing and panting heart? Her feisty zeal and deviant nature? My libido? Hers? My morals? Buhari? Herdsmen? IPOB? Sunday Igbahor? Dstv and big brother? NEPA? Game of thrones? Was she after all really a minx? In all fairness, she is just a little naive girl that does not deserve to be pilloried for my betrayal. As the adult, I should have known better and acted a lot better.

Climbing down from our lustful climax, we both knew immediately what we had done, the gravity and the implications it could have on not just us, but grace and the whole family. In the most contrite way possible, we apologized to ourselves and vowed never to repeat it again. We felt it would be better not to tell Grace or anyone and we agreed Abigail would stop coming over. I started to avoid Abigail at all cost. I did not just release cum after my despicable act with Abigail, I released every thing good in me and every form of happiness. I felt much less of a man and wished I had died as a child or better still was aborted.

I hardly could face Grace after. The more I try to ghost her, the more she held on tightly. It became awkward visiting their family house for I was not comfortable around them trusting and accepting me. Not for the fear that they would find out...just my conscience eating me up. I stayed away and made peace with my gross mistake. For over six to seven months. I did my penance and nothing happened with Abigail. I know I am in a better place now to make sane decisions about cheating. To give something back to Grace, I have vowed never to sleep with anyone till die. We know how cheating amongst married men is common these days. I no call Adekule Gold name oh!

Me and Grace are set to marry on the 17th of this April. The thing is...Abigail is her chief bridesmaid and preparation demands I see her most times. She still has a look in her eyes...dunno what to make of it. A look of blackmail? Of you could still hit it if you want? We have unfinished business kinda look? You should be paying a bride price for two look? I die inside every time I see Grace happy she again got us back to talking terms because of the wedding. Ignorance is truly bliss.

I have doubts going through with this wedding. Folks may laugh and say I chickened out because of the inflation and money, others might blame Grace. It may ruin Grace for ever. How do I do this knowing Abigail will always be family?

If at all this tale —which is pointlessly long— is true, remember that nothing, absolutely nothing, is hidden under the sun.

You're one of the people who perpetrate paternity fraud with women, then pretend you have a bro code and women are all hoes. You even used the word hoe to describe women, when you are a huge hoe yourself.

Next time, get to the point quickly. All the word play is still to tell us you cheated on your fiance with her sister. Whether "Grace" is tall and busty is useless to the story.

Lustful climax indeed. You seem to have enjoyed it unforgettably. More lubricant to you and "Abigail". False tale.

HopeVictor:
Let me reserve my comment sha..

I'm reserving mine too

HopeVictor:
How..as in?

You said "namely". And I won't be naming.

HopeVictor:
Namely!

Secret.

lilvicky68:
This one you agree with me today..wetin happen..

You stalk me, I stalk you.

For a few minutes we agree. Don't spoil it.

Rgade:
Haba

Yes.

If you've ever read their books or followed up on their coursework, you'll realize it's a lot of cramming. Then going to look at patients to see if they match with the cramming after some years.

The human body never changes. There's not much else they can know that won't be specialized. Thus it's not a difficult degree, they just need to be ready to sit and study, like everyone else in the world. There will never be an innovation in the human heart, for instance. Why else are there so many doctors?

The ego of medical students is even more than that of the doctors themselves.

But I'm not here to shake that table.

Compare that to a degree in some other professional course.

MrEgghead:
It's easier said than done. We don't study those tiny courses and materials that you guys do...We study degree courses...Anatomy, physiology, biochemistry, pathology, pharmacology e.t.c and we're expected to carry everything in bulk till the exam day which is not on semester basis...How will your cramming in January help when you may even write your exams in December or the following year...My friend, Medicine is second to none.

Everyone studies degree courses, isn't that what they call borrowed courses? Or let me guess, you've never looked at the syllabus of any other degree but yours.

Medicine is cramming. There's none of your textbooks I've never seen, even the ones your consultants open to check what they don't know.

You guys are simply full of yourselves. There are other professional degrees than medicine.

Everyone else's degree is second to none.

F3dan:
Instrumentation (electrical and electronic engineering).

They didn't study at all.

Miscellaneous:
What's the difference between a pin joint and a hinge joint? What's the difference between static and kinematic indeterminacy? If you or your mates can answer this question without looking through Google after consulting all your textbooks, I'll agree you have a right to say civil is easy.

PS: You will agree with me that those are very basic questions(200L) you cannot answer

Thank you. Maybe he's the lecturer, that's why it's so easy for him.

F3dan:
True life story, I have seen someone cried in exam hall.
Elect/Elect department.

Which course?

Rgade:
Mtchew.
If medicine talk crying is allowed, civil engineering will also talk crying is allowed.
Na strength of materials 1 self; see the cheap questions they set.
The lady for talk say she no read.

Those are the first few questions, they're always easy. What could be difficult in medicine which is simply cramming the human body?

lilvicky68:
You have made the mistake..live with it..police no go listen to you unless you wan waste more money..next time you go shine your eyes well..na you know the hidden business you dey do with your clients wey you no wan use your account..

Hate to agree. The whole thing sounds scripted. Badly scripted.

janetakan:
Thanks!
Yes I cover my feet often, mostly with cotton materials. I wash my feet always and use foot creams and soaps.

Which cotton materials, I'm tired of people looking at me funny when I wear socks. The sun is just too hot. My feet are getting burned.

Any foot cream suggestions?

Emeka71:
She is not even qualified to take the job of a Bank worker; based on her bad manners because you and I know that Bank workers are kind people.

Which bank workers are kind people?

They are rude until they see your balance, then and only then do they become kind.

Mcslize:
Majority of girls are fond of doing that. They feel every man that says hello to them is about to toast them. All their boobs and yansh will begin to to stand firm.

As far as it's a male voice she heard on the phone, all heaven will be let loosed. All her adrenaline will be running high believing the man is about to chyke her without even having a second thought of what the purpose of the call could be.

Majority of ladies are guilty of this.

Even if it's a man that want to toast her, is it really a crime?

Now she has lost a job cuz of her uncultured manners.

Patent lies.

pocohantas:
She just picked the call and started saying all this? Very cool story. You all are suddenly giving jobs to females. The future is indeed female. I expect a sharp decline in the next unemployment stat, NBS would roll out.

Loooool

On the share your Xmas pic threads, you will see all these bubbly employers on display.

Juliearth:
Some Nigerians need to adopt the culture of being cultured while talking to strangers on phone. There are courteous ways of getting a wind of the person talking from the other end and assuming the call is an unwelcomed one, there are a thousand ways of ending the calls without hurting a fly. For instance instead of saying who's this, use "May I know who this is?"

Not only on calls.

Especially in person. They are so uncouth and so rude. They look down on people too much, except you are breathing dollars on them. Then they will suck up for tips.


The service I got at a Japanese restaurant was radically different from the same kind of restaurant run by Nigerian

Zzor:
Men are very good at saying a particular thing but act the exact opposite, you will see men all over social media saying they will go for brains over beauty but in reality you will see these same men ignoring the brain and going extra length to attract a beautiful lady and eventually marry them.

I have a friend (a first class product) who is bitterly complaining of not attracting men and that if she had options she will choose beauty first and a moderate brain.

Men why do you guys act this way but in reality you do the opposite?

Same way they lie that they want "natural ebony beauty" but they hunger and thirst after bleached ladies with tight make up and made up lips. Deeper life sisters are unmarried till date.

They pretend to be moral. The truth is that they crave women who they feel are prostitutes.

Believe men and you can believe the devil.

janetakan:
I probably have one of the most beautiful feet you will ever see. Unlike the females in your life, I am actually very clean.

The hate you feel for a total stranger will destroy you one day. I am still beautiful and happy

Nice feet. Do you cover them up much? Because mine burn on exposure to sunlight, like I feel them on fire.

HopeVictor:
85k per week with which capital?

That's the thing about business, it's not a promise that you will get that every week, but there is there capacity to get that every week. No job will give you such possibility of exponential growth.

There are businesses that give that and even double that. And some don't need any mind-blowing capital.

HopeVictor you've been scarce, yourself. Hope you are okay? Are you lilvicky?

Realdeals:
Mine didn't last one week after wedding, I remove it because I'm not used to it.

The most genuine reason. It gets uncomfortable especially when you take it off and decide to put it back on later. That and weight gain.

valentineuwakwe:
wetin you call am wedding ring.....it does not stop and preserve fidelity or insincerity in marriage. I have seen men putting on there rings and still go after single ladies and even sleep with them....
what you should be asking is: was the ring a commandment from God in joining couples of old?

That's not the point. The question is why some married people don't wear their wedding rings.

Answers range from weight gain(quite common), to trying to be different, to removing it so often they see no point wearing it.

Penguin2:
Quite obvious...

Possibly he shut his siblings out in the entire burial planning process.

Now he's being called to order he's talking trash.

Oh, it's even true. He's sounding like he's been so badly wronged.

Penguin2:
It's obvious the man is cantankerous. The personal things he revealed in the letter says it all.

We need to wait for the facts of the matter.

Thank God the former SSA didn't accuse Umahi of sleeping with the woman.

If you dig deep, you may discover it's a jealous brother.

confirmedniggae:
Good evenning all.

I have been having this thought of quitting my job to learn driving in order to pick up an UBER or BOLT job but the fear of getting a car on hire purchase is always coming as an hindrance.

I am a family man whose salary of just #85,000 is not even enough to cater for the family .Before the salary even comes in, there are always debts that have been incurred.

Most times,I dont even get up to #20,000 as a result of debts and seriously I am fed up. Infact , I think of suicide sometimes because i am so depressed right now. I have rent of #140,000 hanging on my neck too.

Please will it be wise to quit to learn driving for purpose of commercial driving job?

Quit, but know that the road of business is hard.

Before the business pays off, you will go through a cash crunch, unless you have savings already. That's something you should think about.

The good news about business is that depending on what you're doing, you can get that 85k in a week or less.

lilmonarch:
so you're suggesting throwing anyone accused of rape in jail without investigation?

What does the investigation entail?

maestro299:
Patriarchy?
So you're a feminist?
I don't argue with people with deluded ideologies.
Sorry.

Why would you? The truth is terrible to your kind. Your opinions are already deluded.

Again, praise the Lord that you were born with a penis so that you can justify and force others to comply with your will and never defy you.

Most of you sit and type rubbish because you happen to be men. You have never been submissive or thoughtful of anyone but yourselves. Defiance is worthy of death because you are a man and women dare not be defiant or you will kill them.

What is a feminist? You probably don't know. You know nothing.

[quote author= post=100379525]All rapists deserves to be jailed for life after adequate and thorough investigation.[/quote]What do you mean by thorough investigation?

A lot of rapists are walking free and demanding thorough investigation because it's not so easy to prove in a society that all a man has to do is claim his innocence and people will believe it because he's a man denying, Especially in a country like Nigeria without a DNA database.

Thorough investigation indeed.

DEMZEE:
No woman can love a man she doesn't submit too.

If u like see submission as slavery ko kanmi

I don't need to be married to understand this basic fact of life

It's a fact of life that if you want mindless submission, a dog will fulfill that role. Dogs love to submit to their owners.

The reason that woman is dead is because a man couldn't understand that a woman is another human like him with a brain, and not a dog that you do anything to and it will take it.

Even a dog will attack it's owner when they maltreat it.

Nobody was born to be under another person. God gave us all brains and free will.

When you get married, try all this submission man at the top logic of yours on your wife and see if you won't get rebellion only in return. And if you force her, may this not be the case.

omaclarry:
next time read to the end before commenting it will save you from typing gibberrish

Look at who can't face reality, except if it perpetuates subjugation and violence on women. Repeat it aloud and stop your gibberish.

When next a woman kills a man, express your opinion again aloud.

maestro299:
And now she's dead. So how exactly did her defiance help her?

Now she's dead, how exactly did his violence help him?

If you're a man, be lucky that you are able to do anything you like and say anything you like without fear of being beaten and killed by a man who desperately needs your submission and servitude.

Enjoy your patriarchy.

You don't know anything.

Maybe when women begin killing men as often as men kill women, you can ask that judgemental question again and get the answer you want.