So I finally got to Lagos after sitting in a bus all day and as expected, Lagos traffic welcomed me with wide open arms. Before today's flexing start, here is part A of chapter 9. Merry Xmas and flex responsibly.

CHEERs

-9-

AMAKA

Investigations are generally not easy. I never knew this until I had to do a little digging in myself.

I have found out quite a lot so far.

Firstly, I now know that there's something going on between Funmi and Maxwell, I don't know what exactly but I smell a rat. I know this because I found something fishy about her being in the hospital with us when she didn't have any clear reason to be here. I am Mary-anne's neighbour and good friend, Maxwell is her boyfriend and Henry is a friend too so we are all expected to be here, Funmi on the other hand, shouldn't be here. Knowing this, I approached her and after asking if she was dating any of the guys, she walked out on me and left the hospital same way Maxwell had left. If she was here for Henry, she wouldn't have left.

Secondly, I now know that Maxwell really cares about Mary-anne as he seems to be doing everything to make sure she gets well and hasn't even noticed my presence for once. Not like I'm against him taking care of her or complaining, I just think a little how-are-you would be enough to show he cares a little about me too. I should probably talk to him and maybe review our "dating pattern" after all of this is settled.

Thirdly, I now have an idea on why Mary-anne is hiding her pregnancy from Maxwell, I'm not totally sure as its just a wild guess but it seems to all fit in. I think Henry is bleeping Mary-anne because why else would he request for the general body test and offer to settle the exorbitant bills when he isn't obligated to do it in anyway and besides, Maxwell could have paid. He probably just wanted to confirm if she was still pregnant or had lost the baby. I think I should confront Henry to this effect.

***

The time was 7:00am and the hospital was already getting a little lively. I figured I was going to have to leave the hospital pretty soon but I was the only one left in the reception and and didn't know if it was a good idea to leave just like that. I had a 9:00am lecture and I knew I had to attend it as the lecturer was one of those lecturers who the devil sent to schools to make student lives miserable. He had threatened to make sure that anyone who missed three of his lectures in the whole semester won't write his examination.

Two female nurses clad in short white gowns hastily walked past me and disappeared down the corridor. A female doctor soon walked passed me literally running and disappeared down the same corridor. I guessed there was an emergency.

I was already getting impatient when Henry materialised from the corridor the nurses and doctor had ran through. He walked down to where I was sitting and slumped into the seat beside me.

I knew I should have used his presence as an excuse to leave the hospital and go home to prepare for my lecture but I let the excess Sherlock Holmes I have watched get the better part of me as I decided to sit and investigate a little more.

"We need to talk," I said as I turned to face him.

"Oh God! Not the we need to talk line again," he murmured so audible I heard him clearly but I ignored it.

"We need to talk about Mary-anne," I continued and noticed he twitched.

"Talk about Mary-anne?" He asked as he turned to face me too. "What about her?"

"Are the test results out yet?" I asked, trying to build up to the major question I had in mind.

"Yes." He said vaguely.

"So...?"

"She's fine and would recover well but she has dissociative amnesia." He replied. That explained his look of relief, he probably assumed she won't be able to remember what he had done to her. Smart guy.

"Selective amnesia?" I asked, trying my best to fake a tone of shock.

"Yes, don't worry, its not as serious as it sounds, just that she won't be able to remember some personal details for a while, the doctor recommends she sees a psychologist." He explained and that confused my analysis a bit, if he knew she was going to eventually regain her full memory why was he relieved?

"Alright, so nothing else was discovered in the tests? just the amnesia?"

"Yea... Just the amnesia." He said with a tone of finality but I had no plans of ending the conversation just yet. I need a new game plan.

"Nothing about a baby?" I asked and paid full attention to his reaction. He twitched his eyelids, and then closed them a bit before raising his eyebrow.

"Baby? I don't understand you," he replied glaring at me as if daring to explain.

"What don't you understand in that simple statement? Is she pregnant?" I asked confidently, if anyone was in control here, it was me.

"Pregnant? No! Not at all." He replied hastily.

"No wonder you looked relieved when you walked in here," I said with a grin as I saw the look of terror on his face.

"What do you mean by that?"

"You are sleeping with Mary-anne and it obvious you thought you had impregnated her, that's why she couldn't talk to Maxwell earlier tonight," I replied.

"Mary-anne told you?" He asked calmly, accepting defeat and confirming my theory.

"She told me nothing. Its just an obvious fact." I replied, expecting him to ask for an explanation. I was dying to tell him how smart I had been. Too much Sherlock Holmes.

"So what's going to happen now?" He asked. He obviously wasn't interested on knowing how I found out. "You are going to tell Maxwell?"

"Why would I do that?"

"Well, what do you want then?" He asked. His calmness was starting to creep me out and something about his reactions felt wrong, one minute he had terror written all over his face and the next minute he was as calm as a dove.

"I don't want anything," I replied then after I quickly thought about it I added, "yet."

My grin grew wider as I stood up and made to leave the hospital feeling like I had just solved the most complicated mystery of all time.

TO BE CONTINUED

Enroute Lag from PH right now.
8:04AM and my battery is 7% already. SoFcuKed.
I'm so sorry guys.

Okay, I'm here. Would drop my criticism and observations as the story develops but for now, where's the update?

@Ghostlady - I got your diary mention, thanks. It means quite a lot to me . I'm still waiting for you picture though.

@tiffanyJ - I see you madam

@chuksemi - was starting to wonder when you would turn up. Welcome on board.

@fatalevi - seen and replied

@LivingWalker - in my defense the episode was almost 3000 words. That's about 1000 words more than the usual update

@seunviju - all these people that will just come and thank you sha... I should be the one thanking you for reading.

@logodwhiz - thanks sir, would do the needed.

@psalmwise - alright oh... I hear.

@onemansquad - welcome on board sir and please no guns allowed.

@d9ty7 - welcome on board sir.

I think NL has the best set of readers any writer can ever hope for, you guys are the bomb.
I might just create a whatsapP group where we can all relate on a more personal level. Might.

CHEERs

I try to visit this thread only when I have an update to post as I'll feel bad for starving you guys if I read your "another update please" comments and can't do as requested, but since the update is almost ready (I'll post it like I did early this morning) I decided to check it and saw MzChistar's comment.

Wow. I'm speechless. As writers, we are given a great power. The power to influence our readers in whatever manner we want to, through the lives of the characters we create. I sometimes forget this and just write whatever I feel is right at the moment pending on my mood and the plot I have in mind. Thanks for reminding me of this.

Answers to your observations.
1) I wonder why everyone is asking this question, I think I'll have to clarify this in the next episode.

2) Lol... Don't worry, this story is just starting na, only 8 chapters so far and you want to see the Henry show his full character? Keep calm and trust me

3) Is funmi confused? Well, view it like this. This girl is just having her first taste of freedom. She likes Maxwell as I have pointed out many time but Maxwell isn't like your regular guys, he's a very complex character. Funmi doesn't really know how to handle him so she tries to keep up. Besides, she wants to be bad.

4) You read My Complicated Love Story right? And remember Michael Odoh? Who do you think is a better player. Michael Odoh or Maxwell?

CHEERs

oghenekome51:



Naughty u chistar! Where av u been hiding? U dont kno me but av read all ur stories, so start talking, Mr chistar!

me naughty? No oh, emi omo jesu. I've been around a lot lately, even started a new story here on NL.

HBG can't still spell my name. Confirmed anyway.

I still don't get how this works though. So we scout for good stories here on the literature section, relate with the writer and when we feel its good enough to be shown to a wider audience we recommend it for front page?

If so, how exactly do we recommend it? Send you an email or what?

Tiffany, please don't ever let plagiarism stop you from writing. View it from a different perspective, if your story wasn't good, it won't be plagiarised. I'm not saying plagiarism is a good thing, but I'm saying your write ups are excellent.

And Mich can't be pregnant oh!!!

CHEERs

So I think its official, I now know so much about amnesia, thanks to lots of research and the help of R0YVER on this story. Chapter 9 comes up later in the day.

I think breaking the chapters into smaller bits is better than just posting it all at once, what do you guys think?

-8-

(Continuation)

HENRY

Amnesia is a good thing. It would mean that Mary-anne would not be able to remember everything that has happened to her. Hopefully, she won't remember that I had sex with her and that she's pregnant. Thinking of pregnancy, why didn't the doctor say anything about it? The whole purpose of requesting a full body scan was because requesting for just a pregnancy test would have been too suspicious.

Those were the thoughts that led me to th door of the doctor's office.

DR. DONALD FIBRESIMA was the name tag on the door. It was a green name tag. I knocked at his door and pulled down the door knob before I got any response. I pushed the door open and walked in.

There was a tapestry of on the wall. On it was a painting of the biblical illustration of the road to heaven or hell. There were two roads in the painting, while one was wide and filled with multitudes of people, the other was narrow with just one person on it.

I looked away from the tapestry as the fat man behind a table cleared his throat to announce his presence.

"Can I help you," he asked curiously.

"Can I sit?" I asked as I walked towards the other side of the table.

"Normally you are supposed to book an appointment with the nurse before you can come in here but since you are already here you may just go ahead and sit." He replied.

I sat.

"So how can I help you?" He asked again.

"My name is Henry, I'm a friend of the lady who was rushed in here tonight..."

"The one who had an accident?"

"Yes, that one, Mary-anne." I confirmed. "I requested a full body scan on the lady and I must admit that your hospital is really efficient as the results came out barely three hours later."

"Well, when you have the right facilities and trained staffs, efficiency is expected." He replied with a smile.

"Yea, right. So I was wondering if you guys did a pregnancy test on her too?" I asked the one million naira question that had been on my mind.

"Yes we did."

"And what was the result?" I asked with an effort to sound calm.

"She's not pregnant." The doctor replied after a short silence which felt like ages.

"Thank you doctor," I said with a wide smile and asked about her amnesia just to ease up things a bit.

"So, about her amnesia, should we be worried about it?"

"Well, firstly you should know her amnesia could have been worse considering the blow on her head, she could have had retrograde amnesia where she forgets absolutely everything before the amnesia but what she has is selective amnesia. She'll tend to forget things she normally wouldn't forget. She can forget faces, conversations, events and quite an awful lot, we can't really say how much she has forgotten but to answer your question, I would tell you not to worry." The doctor said and took he short pause, he tilted his head forward in a way he could look at me directly and not through the glasses he wore, his stare was piercing. "By saying you shouldn't worry, I don't mean you should take the case lightly, as she might have forgotten quite a lot. I hope her family has been contacted by the way?"

"Not yet, her parents are based at Abuja and they travel a lot so its going to be hard to get to them, but we'll make sure they are contacted before the end of today," I replied. Mary-anne had told me lots of stuffs about herself.

"Good. I'll recommend she goes to see a psychologist, we have an excellent mental-care unit here in the hospital and I can refer you if you want."

"That would be nice but won't be necessary for now. When would she be discharged?"

"She's stabilised for now but we'll need to watch her for a day or two before she'll be discharged."

"Alright, thanks for you time," I said as I stood up from the seat to leave. I could finally afford a smile as I walked out of his office.

I went back to the reception and saw only Amaka sitting on one of the chairs, I walked up to her and sat down on the chair beside her.

"We need to talk," she said.

"Oh God! Not the we need to talk line again!" I murmured under my breath.

TO BE CONTINUED

Jennimma:
Ba3 never charge finish? Biko,comd back o...


Besides why didn't the full body test show that Mary is preggie?

keep calm. You'll find out why soon enough.

Toykathy - I see you

Psalmwise and emarkson - You are both here too and I'm only just noticing? :|

-8-

(Continuation)

FUNMI

I was probably having the longest night of my life when something unexpected happened.

If the wall clock was accurate, the time was around 5:30am and we were still in the hospital after the Mary-anne incident. I felt like an outcast because I had been with the whole group all night and literally no one had even noticed me enough to say hi or even check on how I was doing.

I sat on one of the chairs in the reception after the doctor had apparently chased us out of the ward. I still didn't get what we were all still doing in the hospital, Mary-anne seemed to have stabilised and I would have thought it would be okay to go home and frankly, I would have actually gone home but I didn't want to look like the evil one, the one who left Mary-anne in the hospital all alone to herself, whatever that means.

So, anyway, as I sat down on the chair, I observed something. I could spot the doctor talking to both Henry and Maxwell, and I could instantly tell he wasn't giving the good news as they both looked like they could use a hug.

When the doctor was through with them, their reactions confirmed my thoughts. I noticed as Henry went to the water dispenser at one corner of the reception and quickly drank four cups of water in quick sucession then he sat down on the floor right beside the water dispenser. Maxwell on the other hand stared at Mary-anne for a while through the window and then swiftly walked out of the hospital... I wondered where he was going to and would have followed him if the girl who had been holding Mary-anne earlier not come over to my side of the reception to talk to me. She was looking like she hadn't slept for weeks but surprisingly, her hair was still well packed into a nice pony tail.

"Err... How are you?" she asked with a forced smile.

"I'm fine," I replied, "hungry and tired, but fine nevertheless compared to you guys," I added, hoping she won't take offence of read too much meaning into the innocent statement. I was really looking fine compared to them though.

She chuckled. "Well, Mary-anne is really close to all of us here so we are just really worried," she replied with after sighing.

I felt the need to introduce myself. "I'm Funmi, Maxwell and Henry's neighbour," I said and offered my hand to her for a hand shake.

"I'm Amaka," she replied as she took my hand, "Mary-anne and Mary-anne's neighbour," she added and we both giggled at the joke. It was not really funny but we needed to laugh anyway.

"Nice to meet you." I said when we were done giggling.

"The pleasure is all mine," she replied and then a short silence followed before Amaka started another conversation.

"Pardon me for asking and its probably non of my business but which of the guys are you dating?" She asked with a smile, strangely the smile looked genuine.

"What makes you think I'm dating any of the guys?" I asked curiously.

"Well, don't take this the wrong way but I don't think you would be here and spend all night in a hospital for Mary-anne who happens to be someone you don't even know. So its obvious you are just here to comfort your boyfriend." She explained and I could see sense in what she said but I wasn't dating any of guys.

Maxwell, who seemed like the more likely option for the boyfriend status took me out on a date and bleeped it all up but here I am, still in the hospital, waiting outside the ward of someone I only just saw for the first time in my life few hours ago.

Reality dawned on me. Who am I kidding? I'm not still here because of I don't want to look evil, I'm here because Maxwell is still here or was here. I need to find him, I thought.

"I need to go now," I said to Amaka and immediately left the hospital same way Maxwell had left.

***

Outside the hospital wasn't as dark as I had thought it would be after a night of heavy downpour.

I stared at my wrist-watch, it was 6:20am already and I could help but wonder on how time could be so fast.

I was standing at a T-junction and could not see any living soul on either of the three roads that I faced. I figured I wouldn't find Maxwell by standing on one spot, I picked the road on my left and started walking down. I had no idea why I was looking for Maxwell or what I would say to him when I saw him but I just felt the urge to see him. To be sincere, I was a little worried about him... He was obviously having a bad night.

I barely walked two minutes when I saw a huge church building. From the writings on the wall, I figured It was a catholic church. It had a nice cute cross right above it, albeit being a small cross, I'm sure it was one of the most distinctive feature of the church structure.

As I walked passed it, I noticed the doors were open and the inside was really dark. There was something inviting about it. I fought the urge to enter it and kept walking. I walked for another five minutes before I decided there was no way I was going to find Maxwell like this. My phone was low and therefore I couldn't call him.

I decided to simply go back to the hospital, he might have returned anyway.

As I walked back, I saw the church again and this time, I couldn't resist the urge. I walked in.

As I walked in, I quickly scanned the whole building. It was a gigantic hall which had windows with pictures of famous people from the bible on them. There was a confession box at one corner of the hall and rolls or chairs.

I noticed a familiar figure kneeling at the first roll of seats right before the alter. It was dark and I couldn't see any distinctive feature but I knew who it was. Maxwell. I was surprised.

I stared for a short moment before I did what anyone would naturally do. I walked up to him and I had to tap him twice before he raised his head to look at me.

He looked like he had just seen a ghost.

*** *** ***

-8-

MAXWELL

A popular saying state, you don't know the value of what you have, until you lose it but in my case, I think it should be, you don't know how much you care about someone until you nearly lose the person.

Those were the thoughts that crossed my mind as I starred at Mary-Anne through the closed window. She looked so peaceful, so calm and beautiful, for a moment, I wished I was really the kind of boyfriend she thought I was. A God-fearing and faithful one.

"You can all go in to see her now," the doctor who was attending to her said as he came out of the ward, "you have five minutes," he added and walked away.

We all trooped in immediately and I was the first person to speak.

"Mary-Anne, what was that all about?" I asked looking at her in the eyeballs. The question had been on my mind for a while and I just couldn't wait to ask it.

She stared at me blankly in response, like her mind was somewhere else. I asked her same question again and she replied this time although her reply was as good as her silence. "Nothing," she said.

"What do you mean by nothing?" I asked calmly and pulled her arms into mine to comfort her. She was obviously still traumatized by the accident.

"It's nothing I want to talk about!" She yelled at me surprisingly. "I was just having a really bad day," she added as she saw I wasn't really impressed by her attitude.

I kept quiet afterwards. I figured she'll eventually have to talk to me so there was no real need to rush things, besides I don't think I would want to talk about whatever is bothering me if I just had an accident.

What followed was just petty talks until the doctor came back to the ward holding a brown paper file in his hand. I immediately noticed Mary-Anne’s name which was written on it boldly with a blue marker.

The doctor instructed us to leave the ward and then knowing Henry and I were he charge, he pulled us aside.

He looked really tensed. There's this kind of facial impression bearers of bad news have by default, and I could see it vaguely on the doctor face but Mary-Anne looked perfectly alright when I saw her some moments ago so what could be the bad news. I pondered.

"We need to contact her family right away," the doctor finally said.

"Why?" Henry asked, beating me to the question I would have asked anyway.

"Well, there's a problem," he replied. I wanted to ask what problem he was referring to but he then went ahead to open Mary-Anne’s file, I concluded he was going to tell me the problem anyway. Just as if he had observed this, Henry said nothing neither.

"Just as you requested, we ran a full body and mental test on her," the doctor started to say, referring to Henry who was the one who requested that all related tests should be ran. I must confess, it was quite surprising, I never knew Henry cared about Mary-Anne or anyone for that matter. He acts like he cares about no one.

It was strange and I felt it was quite supererogatory but Henry was the one paying so I decided to just sit back and watch as things unfolded. He, agreeing to settle the bills was a relief to me because I was quite broke at the moment but it was unexpected.

"What did the test results show?" Henry asked. He was sweating profusely standing right at the front of an air conditioner. His sudden over hyped interest and care in Mary-Anne was starting to creep me out and I was already wondering who the boyfriend amongst our two was.

"There's nothing wrong with her physically. Turns out her accident wasn't as bad as it looked, but I can't say the same about her mental state," he paused for a short while, "she has amnesia. Dissociative amnesia in particular, that means she'll be unable to remember some vital personal information. For example, during the tests, she couldn't remember her home address or her surname. She can also forget what exactly her relationship with someone is but still remember the person. We believe familiar faces like those of her family can trigger the memory." He concluded and excused himself

I stared at him in awe. He was obviously trying to choose his words carefully. I was confused. Mary-Anne losing her memory wasn't expected. Too many thoughts started flooding my brain, I felt like it would explode. I knew I had to calm down if I didn't want to break down but I couldn't help it.

I decided I needed to talk to someone and knew exactly who to talk to. I left the hospital few minutes later.

***

PS - this is just one part of the intended 4 parts I planned for this chapter. I'm typing with my phone and would have loved to continue typing right now but I forgot to put one factor into consideration, my battery. Now its low. I'll continue once I power it.

Please bear with me.

Hi guys, its really difficult to concentrate and write during festive seasons and this Xmas is all packed up with activities so that explains my unavailability.

But I was the one who carried my big head and started this story so I won't starve you guys. Expect a long update tonight.

EDIT.

I see you guys comment and I appreciate them, kindly keep them coming.

CHEERs.

vonn:

Boo, lady would have been better for me oo

LOL

This looks like a promising and interesting read.

*following*

D9ty7:

8. Chistar01: A living legend. His comments actually gave me a boost.

I was probably on a leave from NL when this thread was created so that explains why this reply is coming late.

Sir D9ty7, I'm really flattered by the fact my name is on your list and really honoured to have influenced your writing. Just keep on doing what you do cause no one can do it better than you.

I noticed you've picked up my "PEACe" too... I'll should sue you for copyright infringement or something like that but nah.... Hehehehe .

Cheers.

Double Post.

Jennimma:
Chistar ooo! This your suspense no be here at all. You write brillantly,thanks much.

thanks dear .

Good Morning, hapPy sunday and compliments of the season to you all. 4 days to Xmas.

SexySapphire:
Problem? What cud dat be o. I tink it's either with her womb or dat she had lost the baby. Chistar, why did u av to stop there? So nt fair. Tnx for the update and for nt abandoning us.

nice prediction, hope I'm not that predictable . And don't mind my shakara, I'll never really abandon you guys.

-7-

AMAKA

A wise man once said- live your life to the fullest, have fun and do whatever makes you happy because at the end, you would not get out of it alive.

That short witty saying is basically the policy I try to live by day in day out.

My name is Chiamaka but a lot of people forget to add the "Chi" and therefore shorten it to Amaka. I am a very blunt twenty years old psychology student at Yaba-Tech and my boyfriend is Maxwell.

I met Maxwell last year at a church musical concert, The Xperience, and we kicked off almost immediately.

He had been on the security team and had been the one who saved me from a set of boys who had had a little too much to drink so obviously I owed him a drink in return.

He knew this fact and after flirting with me a bit, he asked me out on a date which I agreed to. Few hours into our date, I was in his bed, sweating and being pounded between my thighs.

I'm not a wh0re, a hoe or whatever term you use to refer to girls who sleep with guys on their first dates. I just don't think sex should be such a big deal, besides, I love sex.

I would have loved to tell you guys about the nasty things I've done but then let's leave those stories for another day.

So back to Maxwell.

We've been dating for six months, which is thrice the longest time either of us has been in a relationship and its because we have developed a pattern that works for us.

We have an open relationship. I f*ck whoever I want, he f*cks whoever he wants, I give him his much needed space and he vice versa but at the end of the day, he is the one for me and I'm the one for him.

I know his kind of guy. They just want you to be pretty for them and they are willing to pay for your submission, albeit indirectly. No nagging, no complains, just fun and sex. More of the sex part though.

He is probably dating a million other girls and I've got no problem with that because like I've mentioned before, we are in an open relationship. What I have a problem with is he is bleeping Mary-anne, my neighbour.

I don't know if my own understanding of an open relationship is different from other people's understanding but I understand that both partners are allowed to "freelance" but should respect each other enough to be very discreet about other affairs.

Maxwell is everything but discreet. The guy could have picked any girl in the entire Yaba-Tech to "play" with but he just had to come to my lodge and shag Mary-anne.

Now Mary-anne has been mentioned, I'll like to point out something. She is the most naïve girl I've ever met. Don't get me wrong, her grades are probably great and she's quite smart but she's an ignoramus when it comes to boys, partying and generally socialising. I'm fully aware she thinks she's pregnant as she told me herself, although indirectly as she formulated one cock and bull story about her sister instead of her. I know she's the only child so I don't need to be Sherlock Holmes to deduce she's pregnant.

Maxwell is likely to be responsible for her pregnancy since he is her boyfriend but what I don't understand is why she is obviously hiding it from him. I plan on finding out.

***

HENRY

The temperature in the ward went from ice to flames in seconds as Maxwell asked the dreaded question.

"Mary-anne, what was that all about?" He had asked.

Mary-anne froze and stared blankly at Maxwell as if she hadn't heard him which made he repeat the question. This time she had to answer. I feared she would panic and tell Maxwell everything. I have seen Maxwell get angry before only once and its not something I want to go through again.

"Nothing." She said simply.

"What do you mean by nothing?" Maxwell asked as he took her palm in to his.

"It's nothing I want to talk about!" She replied firmly, then as if she felt bad for raising her voice she added, "I was just having a really bad day."

Maxwell was quiet on the issue afterwards and tried to sound casual, talking about casual things. I was really glad he didn't decide to push it.

Soon enough, the doctor came back to the ward and instructed us to leave Mary-anne to rest. On getting outside he pulled Maxwell and I aside to speak to us.

"We need to contact her family right away," he said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Well, there's a problem." He replied.

TO BE CONTNUED

Received a couple of emails between yesterday and today which made me view my actions yesterday from a different perspective. I owe you guys an apology, so I'm sorry.

Just about to start typing today's update.

***

PrettySpicey - no be so na. I just copied all my followers monikers here on NL and pasted it. No worry sha, I won't make such mistake again. Welcome on board, is a honour to have you here.

TiffanyJ - I'm the more humble follower here. I'm literally always on your thread. I'm really glad you are here

Jennimma - hey! We have royalty in the building . Welcome Queen .

Ghostlady, laykorn, Livingwalker, sophieabou, princesssusan, julian, Babieghagha ati silent readers. I see you all .

Seems like I'm typing to myself.

Ship abandoned till tomorrow.

Here's a link to prettyspicey's article.

https://alifediary./2014/12/16/tempted-to-abandon-ship/

Cheers.

Seems like I'm typing to myself.

Ship abandoned till tomorrow.

Here's a link to prettyspicey's article.

Cheers.

*****

I would have loved to tell you guys about the nasty things I've done but then let's leave those stories for another day.

So back to Maxwell.

We've been dating for six months, which is thrice the longest time either of us has been in a relationship and its because we have developed a pattern that works for us.

We have an open relationship. I f*ck whoever I want, he f*cks whoever he wants but at the end of the day, he is the one for me and I'm the one for him.

*****

*** *** ***

I met Maxwell last year at a church musical concert, The Xperience, and we kicked off almost immediately.

He had been on the security team and had been the one who saved me from a set of boys who had had a little too much to drink so obviously I owed him a drink.

He knew this fact and after flirting with me a bit, he asked me out on a date which I agreed to. Few hours into our date, I was in his bed, sweating and being pounded between my thighs.

I'm not a LovePeddler, a hoe or whatever term you use to refer to girls who sleep with guys on their first dates. I just don't think sex should be such a big deal, besides, I love sex.

** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** **

-7-

AMAKA

A wise man once said- live your life to the fullest, have fun and do whatever makes you happy because at the end, you would not get out of it alive.

That short witty saying is basically the policy I try to live by day in day out.

My name is Chiamaka but a lot of people forget to add the "Chi" and therefore shorten it to Amaka. I am a twenty years old psychology student at Yaba-Tech and my boyfriend is Maxwell.

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Alright people I'm here. Sorry I'm late.

I'm going to post as I type. I'll write for 10 minutes and post what ever I write here. What that means is expect a short post every ten minutes.

First update in a bit. Your comments are highly needed. I read prettyspicey's (TM David West ) article on her blog, the one about ships being abandoned by their captains and I might just be inspired to do just that .

So before much ado, Let's GO!!

Chanchit:


I don't know, you would have to do the negotiation yourself.

send me an email sochistar13@gmail.com. Let's talk.