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Meetings upon meetings.

How I wish all these meetings will translate to something positive for the common man.

The same World Bank that wants naira to be deprecated is the one saying naira is among worst currencies.

It's not their fault. It's the fault of our leaders who have become so insensitive.

I may not really fancy his impeachment, but I believe the man should watch against making unguarded statements.

He makes a lot of statements that are not good enough for number 3 citizen.

He should be careful.

Must you cum?

Now, you have big trouble on your hand.

Cum has come to land you in trouble.

The world is indeed an amazing place.

Very soon, some of these preachers will say if you don't pay tithe, Jesus will get angry and come to the world right away.

They are indeed scammers.

I hope she will be found alive.

What a pity. RIP to the dead.

The case should be properly investigated. There's so much death and agony in the land.

She stood up and came to my seat. She knelt down before me, unzipped my trousers and started caressing my cock. She began by kissing the tip before putting it in her mouth. Her mouth was warm and I could feel myself warming up. Her tongue flicked on the tip of my penis again. Now, I couldn't resist the organ becoming fully erect.

I must say she was very deft at it. The way she kissed, slurped and teased my cock all showed that she was a professional in that line. Now, I was glad that she came back. After several minutes of the act, she straightened up and asked if I would use condom for the coital sex or not.

"I will use it," I said and stood up. "Let me get it in my bedroom. By the way, come over."

She followed me to the bedroom. I slipped on the condom while she stripped herself nude.

"Do you want the cowgirl ride? I will do the working."

I nodded. Although I had read about that style before, no lady had tried it with me. I lay naked on my back on the bed while Juliet sat aside my laps and slipped my cock inside her very wet pussy. She then began the grinding and riding.

I felt like I was in cloud seven. This girl was damn hot in doing this. What an exciting experience I was having. It didn't take me long to grip her boobs as I reached climax.

Later, I took her to my kitchen to make a meal of fried eggs and boiled yam. The fried egg was too salty and pepperish, but that was how we ate it As we retired for the night, I was still able to go for one more round of sex. This time I was on top. The bishop style might appeared conservative but it was my favourite.

I like the way Juliet was moaning. It might be fake, but it sounded good. I was able to last a bit longer this time around. Early in the morning, she woke to have her bath and dressed up.

"Thank you, Juliet got the way you have shown your appreciation," I told her.

She smiled. We promised to call each other later and she left. Phew! What an experience that was.

Obi is right on this.

Tinubu's policies are harsh and insensitive. Nigerians are really groaning.

I won't use the word, bad, for anyone.
But I'll say this: the economic policies of Tinubu, so far, are harsh and insensitive.

After Juliet had gone, I poured more wine for myself. Another lonely night loomed ahead of me. Since Agatha left me about a week ago, I had always been having lonely nights. I would have to do something about this. Soon.

The bell of my apartment went off. Now, who could that be? I was always a loner who hardly had visitors. I went to open the door and was surprised to find Juliet standing there. Had she forgotten something?

"I came back to see you," she said.

"Come in. Hope no problem?" I motioned her to a seat.

"No, no problem. I came for two things. The first is that I'm interested in that skill acquisition."

I smiled. "That's good. I will connect you to the coordinator. They will give you form to fill and they will get something suitable for you."

'Thank you. The second one is that I feel I owe you for your kindness.'

I looked surprised. 'Owe me for kindness? What do you mean?"

'Goodnatured man like you is difficult to find. I've come back because I want to pay back."

"Pay back? How?"

She smiled wanly. "If you don't mind, I'm ready to give you mouth action. In fact, I'm ready to be of service to you till tomorrow morning."

I was surprised. "But I don't need you to pay back. I did what I did to help you.'

"I know, but I still feel I should offer service in turn. One good turn deserves another.'

I chuckled. What a girl, what an audacity!

"So, if I agree that you should stay till tomorrow morning, how much will you charge?"

"It's at no cost. I just want to do that to show appreciation."

I became thoughtful. I didn't want to say outright no, but ...

"Could it be you don't find me attractive enough?"

"Oh, come on. That's not it. You're a very attractive girl. Alright, you can stay."

She smiled again. "I can assure you, you will enjoy every moment of it."

Well, I would no longer be having lonely night today, would I?

I picked the second glass cup, filled it and gave it to her.

"Tell me about yourself."

Briefly, she told how she came from a struggling home and how she started hawking her body for sex immediately after her secondary school. I listened and took my wine intermittently.

"So, among all the men I've met, you're the kindest," she concluded.

"Thank you."

She stared at me. "It's like you're not in the mood. Should I put you in the mood?"

"How do you intend to do that?"

She stood up and came to my seat. She knelt down before me, unzipped my trousers and started caressing my cock. She began by kissing the tip before putting it in her mouth. Her mouth was warm and I could feel myself warming up. Her tongue flicked on the tip of my penis again. Now, I couldn't resist the organ becoming fully erect.

What a country.

I won't be surprised if another court says Abure is not the valid Chairman.

I can't blame them.

What is the wisdom in jumping from frying pan to fire?

Nigerian situation is fire.

This is very unfortunate.

That's their choice.

I took her to my bathroom where we had a bath. I could see all her features here. The breasts were modest but firm. The physique was slim and curvy, while the vagina still looked tight and yet to be fully explored.

I didn't touch her in the bathroom. I was the type who always took things easy and slow. But wait a minute, what would be the essence of keeping her in my house till the following morning and paying huge some for it? I wasn't a sex freak. Couldn't I just do what I wanted to do and pay her off?

"You know what? I've changed my mind."

She looked at me suspiciously. "Meaning what?"

"I'll do the one round stuff and pay you off. I'll also give you transport fare back to your base."

She still looked at me suspiciously. Then she shrugged. "Okay. Anyhow."

In all honesty, I had never laid a commercial sex hawker before. I wasn't that kind of man. Right now, I started questioning my rationale for bringing her home.

"It's funny I don't even know your name," I said. "I'm Nina. What about you?"

"Call me Juliet."

"Juliet? That's a lovely name."

She smiled. "Thank you."

"But why are you into this trade? Why are you a commercial sex worker?"

My question seemed to surprise her. "It's a long story." She finally said.

"It's a risky job," I told her matter-of-factly. "Look, I can connect you to an NGO that will train you on a skill and equip you. You're not supposed to be doing this."

She still looked surprised by the turn of event. "Oga leave all that. Can you pay me for the exact service you want? Let's start business."

"Can I have your number?"

Her suspicion was back, but she gave me the number. I called it to confirm that it was really her number.

I then brought ten thousand Naira out and handed it to her. 'Look, I don't want any sex with you. I just want to tell you you can do better things with your life than what you're doing now. You can go. If you want the skill acquisition, just let me know. You have my number. Now, dear Juliet, good night."

She could not believe her ears. "You mean you're not doing again."

I nodded and smiled. "Exactly."

She stared at the money I had given her.

"Okay, good night. You have my number too. Anytime you need my service, call me."

I waved bye to her as she left my apartment.

This time, I decided to be business-like too. “How much?” I asked.

“Fifteen k for a hand job, twenty for a Mouth Gig, thirty for sex, forty if you want to go unprotected but no releasing inside”

I wasn’t really thinking. It was as if my brain had taken on a life of its own and had overridden my normal functions and decided to exercise its own.

“Ok jump in!” I smiled.

Eagerly she climbed in.

“Where do you want to go? I have a place. There’s only me there if that’s ok?”

She shrugged her shoulders.

“Anyhow. What do you want? Everything?”
I smiled and nodded.

“Yeah everything sounds good. I’ve got plenty of cash”.

She seemed to perk up at the thought of getting paid.

The drive to my house at Ogba took several minutes. Once inside my flat, I went to the kitchen.

I opened the refrigerator and poured myself a large wine into a glass with ice and opened a can of Coke and poured some in.

“Do you care for a drink?” I offered her and she paused a moment before nodding and I poured her the same before handing her the glass.

“So what do you want then?” she demanded and I took a drink from my glass, the wine calming me slightly. My heart was pounding and my brain was screaming that this was not so cool but I tried to be.

“I will have to decide. What do I get for thirty k?” I topped up my glass with more wine and Coke.

“You get to Bleep me all night long”. It sounded matter of fact and brutal. “You got condoms? It’s an extra money for no condom. And no cumming in me."

“Okay…That's alright.” I said slowly. I looked at her over and checked out her figure again.

She was slim and her boobs looked full and firm. She had wide hips and looked curvy and she was pretty. I still couldn’t tell her age but I wasn’t certain she was as old as twenty.

“And if I offered forty k, what then?”

Her eyes widened at the thought of earning more than her usual fee.

“I … you can do me without a condom… I can give you a Mouth Action first if you want? Let you cum on my face?” As she spoke with a slight hesitation, my cock began to unfurl in my pants.

“How about a bath? I’ve got a huge bath and I like to relax. How about it?”

She took a swig of her drink, screwing her face up as she tasted the wine.

“Er… yeah I suppose… how much exactly are you paying?”

She wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

“Forty k and you have to stay the night. I’ve had a drink now and can’t take you back”

“Treat me right and you can have me as many times as you want.”

Now, she seemed to grow in confidence.

Nigerian man becomes fourth person worldwide to get cured of HIV


A Nigerian man, Salisu Ahmed, has opened up on how he lived with the Human Immunodeficiency Virus for 31 years.

In a recent interview with reality star, Doyin David, Ahmed disclosed that he contracted the virus after his first extramarital affair.

The 66-year-old shared the challenges he faced, including the stigma of being denied access to shared facilities, losing his teaching job, and being abandoned by his wife and children.

“I am Salisu Ahmed, I have been living with this virus for 31 years. The first experiment of going outside my matrimonial home is how it happened. It has been proven that about 85 to 90 per cent of people living with HIV contracted this thing through sexual intercourse.

“I was denied the use of the bathroom of the compound, I was not allowed to access the toilet, I was formerly a teacher so I was asked honourably to stop coming to the school.

His wife left him. "She packed everything including the children at home, they left me,” he stated.

He was cured of HIV following a stem cell transplant.

According to a statement from the City of Hope Medical Center in the US, where the procedure was performed, the man entered remission after discontinuing antiretroviral therapy.

The centre noted that the patient became the fourth person in the world, and the oldest, to achieve long-term remission from HIV after receiving stem cells from a donor with a rare genetic mutation.


Source: https://punchng.com/nigerian-man-becomes-fourth-person-worldwide-to-get-cured-of-hiv/

What Money Can Do



Nova



Nini is a jolly good fellow. When money comes his way, he realizes money can buy a lot of things, including pleasures.







As the business manager, the madam boss had told me to visit Agege area for a prospective business outlet.

I first met Precious that evening as I was trying to navigate the road. I pulled over to the side of the road a few metres from a hotel.

A tap on the window startled me and I turned to see a young face looking in, smiling and motioning me to wind down the window.
I pushed the button and the window slid down halfway and the smiling face pushed its way inside.

“Hello mister! What you doing here? You looking for business?”

She smiled sweetly again before looking over her shoulder and around her before back at me again.

“Business?” I queried, slightly confused as to what the teenager or young lady might mean.

“You know… business… stuff for money”.

She smiled mischievously and licked her lips.

I was completely shocked. A teenager had come to the window of my car and was propositioning me for sex! A teenager!

I stared at her for a minute and looked her over. I couldn’t see much but she didn’t look very old and was wearing clothes that were seductive for her age.

“Erm… no! No I’m not! I’m just erm… lost” and I said. “Can you help? Do you know where Boripe Avenue is?” and she shrugged her shoulders.

“Maybe” Her demeanour changed and she seemed completely business-like.

“I don’t have any money, sorry. Don’t worry, I’ll find it” and I put the window up again and drove off.

I had a job at hand. My job was to go and see the site, take photos and ask questions and try to determine whether the place would be suitable or not.

But there was something about that girl that kept popping up in my mind. Intentionally, I ended up driving down the road I had seen the girl on and I pulled up at the side of the road.

There were some girls close to the only entrace gate of the hotel. All the girls were dressed skimpily and it didn’t take me long to work out they were sex workers.

I could see the girl I had earlier seen among them.She had short, bobbed dark hair and wore a short mini dress and wore sneakers. The picture of her standing there made my heart raced.

She was talking to one of the girls. She looked at the direction of my parked car and my heart began pounding as she strode over to the car, a slight wiggle in her walk.

I watched as she walked over. Then, there was a tap on the window.

I wound it down and the girl stuck her head inside once more, asking the same question.
This time, I decided to be business-like too.

“How much?” I asked.

A sense of exhaustion washed over him as he settled into the driver's seat, ready to make the journey home. The adrenaline and excitement from the night now faded, leaving him feeling drained and worn out. But little did he know, the night still had one last twist awaiting him.

It was now late in the night. As MC drove along the dimly lit streets, trying to shake off the weariness that clung to me, a wave of dizziness suddenly washed over him. His head spun, and his vision blurred, making it increasingly difficult to focus on the road ahead. Panic started to rise within me, and he realized that something was seriously wrong.

His hands tightened on the steering wheel as he struggled to maintain control of the car. Sweat formed on his forehead, mingling with the fear that was steadily growing within him. He knew he couldn't continue driving in this condition. He had to find help, and fast.

With a deterhisd resolve, MC veered off the main road and began searching desperately for any sign of a hospital. His heart pounded wildly in his chest, both from the symptoms that were ravaging his body and the fear that he wouldn't be able to get the help he needed in time.

Finally, a glimmer of hope appeared before him - a sign indicating a private hospital just some blocks away. Adrenaline surged through his veins as he maneuvered his car towards the entrance, praying for strength and assistance to see him through this ordeal.

He could barely drive through the entrance gate of the one-storey hospital. As he stumbled out of the car, his legs felt weak and unsteady beneath him.

Every step was a struggle, but the urgency pushed him forward. Through the glass doors, he stumbled into the hospital lobby, desperately searching for someone to help him.