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1stCitizen:
I have placed the opening sentence below so your stupidity will be a bit more glaring


I pity the fictitious readers mentioned

Please don't take your 'mumurism' to another forum

hey niggi, just an advice. go get yourself a job and stop wasting your precious time on nairaland.

1stCitizen:
Read your ghetto language which gives you away as an impostor. A relationship coach with the outburst of a ten year old.

Anyway I read it and again and this part below shows how clueless you are, mr attention seeker

oh really, maybe i should direct your attention to my opening sentences in the post. unfortunaly, users like you are the main reason nairaland cant compete with forums like Quora.

1stCitizen:
Mr relationship advisor and coach coming online to seek opinions on his advice.

I pity those sending you emails if they actually even exist.

guy read the post very well b4 you start opening your gutter mouth trash.

happy200:
Hapened to me also; A Zimbabean lady (former employee) asked me out i was reluctant in the end we didn't date. I was surprised she named her son after my name. One day she and her boyfriend came to buy something at my shop and the boyfriend asked her did u buy for ---------(my name) i turned back with surprise and asked the man who is --------- (my name) the lady quickly said ''no it's a mistake''

i bet the look that was on her face was priceless

QueenUtum:
I can see why the guy would be upset about this but it could be that she genuinely just likes the name? She's not with her ex now

on what inference is your based

as a budding relationship advice coach and counselor, i normally give advice to readers asking for help on how to go about certain issues.
yesterday night i received an email. but i wasn't entirely satisfied with my response.
Please guys i do need your help to know if my response was OK, and your opinion on the matter will be highly appreciated.

Dear Dav,
I have a problem. My son is 5. About 2 days ago my wife and i went shopping and we coincidentally ran into a high school friend of hers. As they were trying to catch up, my wife told her friend that we had a son. When the old friend asked of his name my wife hesitated and I told her.
Her friend had a strange look on her face when i told her, and she said referring to my wife now. "you mean like your ex boyfriend".
Our sons name is very unique to the point that I've never met another person with the same name. Now my wife refuses to talk to me about it. I feel betrayed and disgusted with her. It's like a switch was flipped in my mind and I just can't look at her the same way.\
please Dav i need your advice on this one.

Here was my response

You certainly do have a problem. First things first, you need to get a DNA test. Don't make a big deal out of it, or tell your wife, just take your son to any hospital with such facility - and secretly test your son to make sure he's yours biologically.

Assuming your son is biologically yours, it's probably no big deal. Your wife may have simply liked the name, or admired some of her exes characteristics.

But she definitely owes you at least one conversation about it.

Thewesterner:
As much as you are trying to make a point, care must be taken... What if after the whole investigations, the prof is guilty?... This comment might come to hunt you... If

quote me anywhere, i give my word for it.
that prof is innocent ooo.
according to the wife, oti afonja devil at work

you only attract what you are.
you see my friend, the universe is constantly giving you what you want. it's just that each time you receive you tend to modify the nature of your needs

LMAO, them neva investigate, mehn don start they prosecute and sentence the innocent man for social media


I dont just get it. when a man is being harassed, na so you go see some feminazi turn detective with their stupid inferences.
but if na woman them harass, it will be better for that man to tie a stone to his neck and drown in the river.
and still you go dey see some sh**t load of f**ked up zombie brains dey come out say them be feminist.

when i saw this post, i initially taught it must be one of our yoruba demon posessed daugther @onila.
but madam, your confession has made me draw a final conclusion that .......
no be for my mouth you wan here this one

in the end son! money is'nt everything. sometimes you just need to do whats right to feel even with God

hmmm am good, next.

hmmm, i smel lies in this her story ooO

Bede2u:
On behalf of Oba n'edo and the good ppl of edo state...we accept her. we will send her to Europe as she fits all the requirements set by our ancestors

Edo people and trafficking be like Buhari and Kworuption

quadri956:
on behalf of Yoruba boys, we gladly reject her. we give her to our Fulani brothers

on behalf of the fulani and hausa brothers, we gladly reject her and pass it unto our Edo brothers.

OP is that you in your profile. or should we wait for your attractive face

“Don’t you dare,” she hissed. “Not yet.”
She half dropped, half let me push her to her knees, her nails running down my flanks and over my hips. Grasping my ass, fingers digging in firmly, she engulfed the head of my cock between her soft, wet lips, eagerly taking as much of it as I fed her until I felt her chin against my swollen balls.
That was about all I could take. I had a death grip in her hair as I pushed just a little deeper, coming suddenly and shooting what felt like a life time of cum down her throat. The effect of her swallowing, her throat tightening with my prick still in it almost set me off again.
“Mmm,” she breathed as I began going limp.
“Bleep,” I exhaled, still in shock at the amount of pleasure that had crashed through me in a head long rush. It had been like a title wave of pure ecstasy. Even now, growing limp, it felt amazing to have her treat my cock like a lollipop, her tongue caressing it, her pliant lips slowly sliding along its length until only the head remained, poised upon her bottom lip. I could feel her eyes on me, feel the shape of her smile as she gazed up at me in the near darkness.
“You don’t even remember my name, do you?” she asked, cupping my balls as she began to caress my taint, the tip of her finger pressing against my anus, until I felt myself growing hard again.
I searched my memories, remembering having seen her once or twice when visiting mom at work, wondering if we’d been introduced.
“No,” I finally admitted, much to her apparent delight, my voice trembling a little as she continued to bring my prick to attention once more.
“Maybe I’ll tell you. First, though, you have to catch me again.”
With a muted laugh, she pushed herself to her feet and disappeared into the darkness again. This time, I vowed, when I caught up with her I was going to give her that spanking. And then? I glanced towards the bedroom door. The night was still young. With a determined grin I set out in search of my prey once more.
There she was, hiding behind the door adjacent to the bathroom. Her shadow gave her away. I silently tiptoed towards being cautious with my movement to avoid being seen by her gawking gaze.
She was about escaping my grip when I caught her and drew her near to me, making my now hard cock pressing hard on her supple ass. I grabbed her hand and led her to my bedroom.

She turned again, picking up her pace, heading for the stairs. With a small groan of lust, I followed, carefully navigating the steps in darkness, her giggle a beacon as she raced ahead. It was all a game to her, one I was more than happy to indulge as long as the prize was what I imagined it to be.
I came to a sudden halt in the living room, my eyes slowly adjusting to the dark. Silence. Was she hiding or had she fled this room already? I waited for a clue, stiffening with surprise at her voice, much closer than I’d expected.
“Tell me what you’ll do with me if you catch me, Dav.”
“Ravish you,” was my quick reply.
It was met with a moment of silence and then the sound of movement. I imagined her sneaking barefoot across the rug.
“Do you like to play games?”
“Sure. I guess.”
This time there was disappointment in her voice, once again, coming from a somewhere else in the room. While I could see shapes in the shadows, such as the table and chairs, I still couldn’t see hers.
“Maybe I should go home.”
My mouth went suddenly dry at the thought. The promise of her lips, the same ones that had tasted my wife’s pussy, wrapped around my cock was too much to be denied.
“I want to play games with you,” I growled, trying to hide the desperation in my voice.
“Better. You’re learning.”
I instinctively put out my hands as a shape emerged from the darkness. Her top. It was followed by a playful giggle and the soft patter of running feet. I only hesitated a moment before giving chase.
She lost me again, making me wonder if she was part cat, able to see in the dark. Perhaps I was simply blinded by my lust.
“You’re not very good at this,” she mocked as I stood in the study, feeling my way towards the blinds, hoping to let a little ambient light into the room.
“When I catch you, I’m going to spank you.”
“Kinky,” she teased me moments before I was pelted with her waded up jeans.
“If you’re wondering, I’m not wearing panties,” she teased, her voice fading as she fled the room, passing so close that she was able to brush her fingers over the tent in my pants, much to my frustration.
“I really am going to spank you,” I called out quietly, mindful of my mom sorting things out in the kitchen.
Her reply was just as quiet.
“Only if you catch me.”
“Just a matter of time,” I promised, more to myself than to her.
It was hard not to just move blindly about the house, my lust making it hard to think, growing every time she’d verbally tease me.
“Her pussy wasn’t the only thing I would have eaten tonight, and of course her ass too. Funmi, my girlfriend wouldn’t allow do any of this thing to her. She always thought it was too dirty, but tonight, she was just drunk enough to let me.”
“Would you like to Bleep my tight little ass?”
It was as if she could read my mind.
“Have to find me first.”
I wasn’t sure if the mistake was planned or not, but she chose that moment to head back up the stairs where I could see her shadow ascending. I took them two at a time, catching her at the top step and pinning her against the wall, muffling her playful shriek with my hand, feeling her struggle against me.
“Now what are you going to do?” I grinned, pushing my hips against her, the tip of my cock peeking up out of my pants. Her flesh felt smooth against it as I rubbed myself on her, replacing my hand with my mouth, silencing her with my tongue. She moaned into my mouth as she fumbled with my zipper, allowing my cock to escape. It felt so swollen I thought I might come all over her stomach.
“God, I feel like I might explode,” I gasped, my fingers tangling in her hair.

Faded jeans. Unadorned grey t-shirt. Blue sneakers. It wasn’t what she wore, but how she wore it. Her top cleaved to her body. I could tell she wore no bra. I could see the shape of her nipples. Her jeans were just as tight. I imagined her getting dressed, laying on her bed, grunting softly as she wiggled into them. Worn low, her top high, I could see a lovely expanse of flesh, her navel exposed every time she lifted her arms.
A friendly smile and eyes full of mischief as she reached out and grasped my wrist, her fingers determined. The other hand? She placed one finger over her lips and then, like a kiss, over mine, glancing at the bed in my mother’s bedroom, she had gone to get something from the kitchen. I knew what was about to happen was wrong. I didn’t care. She led, I followed, reaching out once to stroke her hair, my hand slapped for my troubles.
I didn’t know her name, only that she was my mom’s friend from the office and had been kind enough to drive her home after she’d drunk too much at the office Christmas party.
She paused in the hall, turning to me, her lips curving into a smile, and then pursing as she darted forward and kissed me. Not a lavish kiss. Simply a quick promise of things to come. She let go of my wrist, but still, I followed as she pranced down the hallway, her ass tantalizing in the dim light from the bedroom, her hips swaying above her narrow waist, her hair stylishly braided
“Oh Gawd,” I murmured a reference both to her hair and to her, eliciting soft laughter and shocking statement that stopped me in by tracks.
I envisioned her on her knees, her face buried between my legs. I had to reach into my pants and adjust my painfully erect cock. She turned just in time to catch me.

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and ehm.., never mind let's begin

Checked86:
how much are they going to earn for this fight? just for record keeping. nothing personal

i think AJ would be going home with around 2 point something, while parker with around 500 thousand

A curse be on anyone who likes this post

am the winner

Bantam:
Stay away from Xvideos OP

Bantam:
Stay away from Xvideos OP

)8

lefulefu:
More like feminazi

LMAO,
wetin that one come mean again

Tajbol4splend:
I don't think those on Nairaland are real feminists, they hate on opposite gender, feminism doesn't

and what did you think is the cause

Tajbol4splend:
I say it, feminism isn't a bad idea but extremism is a big foul play by naive women

and i'am still yet to hear from those foul mouthed, saucy miscreant parading themselves as feminist on nairaland

AntiBrutus:
Well written.
We should endeavour to give honour to whom it is due.

That said:
How did you know she is feminist?

Anyway, the menist would like this

it was clearly written on her profile details.

JONNYSPUTE:
Thank you so much for speaking up

Sure, you are welcome

came across this on quora. this was her view about a world without women.
her answer pretty make a lot of sense

We would be well and truly f*cked.

Putting aside the obvious issue of repopulation, our daily lives would grind to a halt.

Our entire infrastructure is pretty much thought up by men, built by men, managed and maintained by men.

Roads, bridges, factories, cars, petrol stations, sewer systems, nuclear plants, houses etc.

Who’s doing the farming that supplies food to the grocery stores? Who’s driving most of the trucks that deliver the goods to the grocery stores? Who built the grocery stores? Who designed the trucks that deliver the goods? Who built the factory that built the trucks? And so on.

Sure, women could engineer or design things, but would women alone be able to physically build a great big, Bleep-off bridge that’s miles long?

A woman could most certainly survive without a man in her own life. But, in today’s context, women would struggle without men in their world.

I am so grateful for the contributions of men in our daily lives. Don’t go. We need you. :-)

EDIT: I’ve made an interesting observation about the responses to this answer. With the exception of three women, all the upvotes have been from men. Yesterday, one woman actually accused me of hating other women and being part of the reason women are held back. Held back? As far as I know, there’s no law stopping her from applying for construction jobs. She could design and build all the bridges she wants all her live long days. I’d tip my hat to her.

All of this does make me wonder: Are women nowadays that afraid of praising men for all they do and all they are? Does admitting that men contribute enormously make women inferior? And if that’s the thinking, then why? One has nothing to do with the other. There are millions of people in the world who are better than I am at some things, but it doesn’t make me shit, or less valuable. This answer need not be a contest. I have many views on a world without women too. The words ‘black, empty void’ spring to mind :-) Just a thought. Carry on.
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jejely waiting for some lambasting from some confused b*tch with a pretty f*cked up concept about feminism

nah.
it was kinda a lone lane less travelled by motorist
plus it was almost night.