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all4naija: Some of the girls look scary. Like those representing Anambra and Imo states !

But I bet your babe can't match up to their looks

Olanight: Miss benue looks SICK :-XMiss benue looks SICK

I thought I was the only one who noticed.

Check that boy very well...it's either he is the only son or the last born of his parents. Parents esp mothers are usually soft on their last child without knowing they are turning the child into a certified brat.

RIP to the man sha.

This news has really stained Redeemed Church beyond Redemption

Chaiiiiiiiiiiiii! Chaiiiiiiiiiii! Diaris God oooooooooooooooooo!

He lives to die another day. He might not be lucky next time sha

Peppyluv: Same here but a minimum of 5.
And not just an older man,a real man and a matured one who is in charge

@theBolded, you'll later complain he is bossy

IYANGBALI: they cheat wid baboons

So you are officially a baboon?

LyndaRoyce: Exactly!
My initial post shoots at your kind!
You my friend wants to be carried about on a feminine back.......
You desire to sleep and wake with your permanent dentition glued to a woman's nipples.........
You crave for succour in every minor obstacle you stumble across.......
You yell "I'm the man!" But your genital bury itself between your thighs....#how pathetic!
What's keeping you from running to meet mummy who would bath you with breastmilk...
You my friend, are so insecure and vulnerable!
You want a woman who would pamper you as you both shed tears,right?
COME I'LL MAKE YOU AN EUNUCH!

Ouch! It seems i punched a nerve. Direct your bitchy attitude somewhere else looser. I ain't among the guys who bedded you and absconded.

https://www.recoverygraphics.com/albums/funny_1/Bitch_Please.jpg

I was very faithful in my last relationship but when i discovered she was cheating, i then realized that there was no point in being faithful cos no matter how you remain faithful to a woman, she'll still think there's someone better out there.

Now with most of the comments i have read here, i tend to believe that part Nairaland is really full of teenagers as members. Look at this educative thread being fiiled with comments like "I don't understand the rubbish the op just typed here", "This is BS", "I read it and it did not make any sense" etc. These are comments from little boys and psychologically immature men...And funny enough, THESE ARE THE KIND OF MEN BOYS MOST NIGERIA WOMEN FALL FOR! What a crying shame.

LyndaRoyce: Wooh! Are the men now begging for conscience and emotional trait
The whining should be postpone till chickens grow teeth!

We are not begging for it. It is left for sensitive and mature women to see it in us and have a peaceful and enduring relationship/marriage or a feminist kill-joy woman like you to ignore it and see it as whining whereby letting your man slip off your hands into the hands of another woman who i initially described and leave you to do the real whining about how men are cheats and players.

Kanwulia: Ha!
Were they ever emotionally-involved? Nor be KNACK AM-KNACK AM dem take born all of we for Africa?

I have NEVER met an emotionally-involved African man o.

Even the BI-HOMOS!

Maybe that is because you tend to overlook that part of them when you meet one or you prefer the "bad weed smoking Rick Ross Wannabe" guys. We exist! Just that materialism has blinded the typical African woman from detecting them

ahnie: too lengthy.

Instead of you to read and digest it, you say it is too lengthy...When your man begins to withdraw emotionally from you tomorrow, you'd accuse him of cheating and men generally of not being loving. SMH @ Nigerian women

I wonder how these people act so respectful by prostrating and kissing the floor when they greet their elders but yet, still have the effrontery to hack down their father with a knife and kill old women all in the name of suspected witchcraft.

tosyne2much: guy u too funny abeg....I must commend u for ur eloquence and use of grammar... Thumbs up !!

Thank you my brother for the encouragement. i have quite alot on my hands hence i have not updated but I promise to complete the story and make every reader's stay here exciting since the original poster seems to have stalled it's progress. Perhaps, he might be preoccupied too

abdulkeks: Islamically, u can't touch a woman that s not ur wife or relation not to talk of a married woman hugging a guy, haram

Abeg, stop bring your religion into this! Blah blah blah! but yet, your women (including married ones) act like whores when no one is looking

I waited patiently for her to come out of the supermarket and moments later, she did. I saw her with the aid of my side mirror. She was clutching the bag with the items she bought and I watched her pass my car without knowing I was the one who parked. I watched her walk to the other side of the road with her hips swinging left and right and I resisted the temptation to rush out of my car and call her attention.

Instead, I went back into the supermarket and walked to the counter. I knew the owner of the supermarket very well. It belonged to a wealthy woman whose late husband was a chief from Nnewi. The guy behind the counter was Emeka, her late husband’s nephew. I usually crack jokes with him most times I come to do my shopping and in most cases, tip him and leave some change with him from the purchase.

“Haa! Oga Prince!!”, he said excitedly immediately he sighted me.

“Mekus, mekus!” I replied. We shook hands and exchanged some pleasantries.

I wasted no time to tell him of my purpose of coming. I didn’t come to buy anything today but to find out about that dark girl who wore a green top with grey skirt that just left.

“You mean that girl”, he said. “She lives down the street, her name is Amina.”

Emeka went further to tell me everything I needed to know about Amina. She was working as a house-help to one man who worked in a big company and his wife who lived in one of the houses nearby. I guessed it was the house I saw her entering from the description Emeka gave me.

“Apart from the man and his wife, who else stays in the house with them”, I asked Emeka. Having the guy I saw that day in mind.

Emeka went further to explain that the man has no children so it meant the apart from Amina, it was him and his wife that were in the house alone.

“Then who was that guy that questioned me the other day?”, I wondered to myself.

“Mekus, please when next that girl comes here again to do her shopping, call me on phone immediately”, I said.

“Hmm! Bad guy!!”, Emeka said beaming with a mischievous smile. “No wahala, you be my pesin. I go call you if she show.”, he said

I brought out my wallet and retrieved a crisp One thousand Naira note and shoved it into his hand as a reward or should I say motivation.

“Correct Guy!”, he chanted behind me while I left the exit of the supermarket.

I made for my car and drove straight home. My house was a comfortable 3-bedroom bungalow just at the south end of Donovan Crescent.

I dropped my briefcase on my study table got out of my suit which I hung in the wardrobe. I tossed my stockings and undressed until I was only on my boxers and singlet and I fell on my bed like a log of wood heads up facing the ceiling. I was quite hungry but was to tired but at the same time excited to go to the kitchen.

I just lay there with thought of Amina hovering all over my head…

…to be continued

Let me show this OP how bad i am by completing this story....NO TIME. (NOTE: I am the handsome dude the OP saw waiting outside the gate)
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So i kept pondering about the dark beautiful girl i saw who entered the gate of the expansive building in Gwarinpa estate just 2 streets away from where i reside while i was waiting for the vulcanizer to pump the tyres of my car. My thoughts also wandered to the guy who questioned me about my mission when he saw me standing outside the gate. "Was he the owner of the house?" i asked myself. I doubt it cos that guy looked so regular to be the owner of such an expensive house.
So who was he i said to myself...Was he the security man and was that pretty girl with such an angelic face his wife?..i also doubted that because she was quite young to be married.

i made up my mind that i was going to see her again! But how? I kept asking myself the question over and over again. Then just 2 days later, while returning from work, LUCK STRUCK...
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I was in my office sorting out the Melbury Contract files when i looked at my table clock sitting on the top of my mahogany table...it was already 27mins to 5pm. I couldn't believe i have been working almost an hour past my closing time. I quickly shut down my laptop and grabbed my briefcase and made for the exit of my office straight to my car.
I resisted the temptation of stopping over at a relaxation spot known for serving a kind of palatable fish dish popularly known as "Point-and-Kill".
"No! Prince...just go home and lie down and rest", i said aloud to myself. And i was sure glad that i did cos as i made a turn into the estate gate, i looked by the left side of the road and saw her walking with gait swinging her hips gracefully. She held an empty polythene bag on her left hand which was swinging in rhythm of her movement.

I drove past her and parked by the side of the road in anticipation that she would meet up with me but alas! She got into the supermarket just behind where I parked.

I told myself that it was going to be now or never! I hurriedly got down from my car and paced towards the supermarket. Just as I got to the entrance, I remembered that I had not locked my car. I turned and mumbled some jargon incoherently to myself while pointing the security remote to the car and the car let out 2 beeps with the lights flashing which indicated that I had successfully locked it and I veered into the supermarket.

My eyes searched frantically and within moments, I saw her in the grocery section going through what looked like a list. I walked up to her and just as I approached her, she turned and her eyes caught mine. I stopped and just peered at her for a second or two. I could make out her full features now. She was dark with an oval face and had this velvet skin that glowed beyond the luminescence of the lights in the supermarket. Her breasts were full and heaved beneath the satin blouse she was putting on. I could make out the outlines of her bra which cupped those watermelons on her chest. Her tummy was flat and her hips were sculptured in perfection just like an hourglass which gave her this look of a mermaid. She noticed I was checking her out and I did not care.

As she turned to walk away, I beckoned on her and she looked at me searchingly.
“Sorry to bump into you like this but you were the girl I saw the other day at Kent Street, aren't you?”, I asked

“Yes sir”, she replied timidly. Her voice was so soft and had this unusual tone that could make one think this girl was an angel.

“Well, My name is Prince and I stay around”. I know this might sound strange but I just want to let you know that you are the most beautiful thing I have seen in a long time!”

She smiled shyly revealing her lovely gapped tooth and dimples.

“Gosh!”, I muttered to myself…this girl was driving me insane. I had this thing for dimples in women.

I turned and headed for the door out of the restaurant and made straight to my car. I knew I had startled her and she was expecting the conversation to go on but that was part of my game. I had dropped those few lines and left her standing there without even asking her for her name. That would be for another day I thought to myself.

I got into my car and waited patiently. I wanted her to come out so I could take one last look at her. I also didn't want a situation whereby the conversation would continue and we would walk out of the supermarket together with all the other shoppers looking at me with disdain. Especially all those middle aged women who stayed around that area cos I had this hunch that they might say to themselves, “See how this guy wants to spoil this small girl” and other similar useless gossips like that. They could even go as far as going to report to the guy who interrogated me at the gate whom I didn't know who he was to her. He could be her husband but I don’t know why I kept pushing that thought aside because it was like a discouraging one to me.
“Abeg, the guy could be her brother”, I said to myself in consolation. But I needed to be sure and I was going to find out! How? I asked myself and like a flash, an idea hit me....

It is only a drunk who can spot only one dot in the first pic

Holland Wins...*Runs to go and see Cortana!

France how market?...Oya, whose legs will your players start dislocating? #Yeye.

Ask4bigneyo: Jumia will soon sue you for tarnishing their image on NL...
LAST BULLET:
For those that Love Play Station,
right now m playing FIFA 2014 and i need a tutorial on which button to press if i want SUAREZ to bite someone...! Very urgent pls

While Suarez is on the ball, Press the O button+ UP button+ R3button + L2button then release.

This is because O is round as Mouth (in some pads, it is "B" which stands for bite...so it depends on the kind of pad you are using), then the up button is to help him jump incase the player is taller since Suarez is short (You don't need this if you mod or tweak his height settings), then the 3 and 2 means 32 which makes a complete set of teeth in an adult.

I tried it on Obi Mikel in a match against chelsea and Suarez bit of mikel's hand entirely. would have post screenshots for you but the files are large.

Thank me later.

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A clean Honda Accord is available for sale.

Specifications:

1998 Honda Accord EX Sedan
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OP, Na only you waka come?

I'll prefer to use this...

Too Artficial...like most Yoruba women