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yarimo:1. It is unfair to say all his supporters are 'illiterate fools.' 2. His congratulations will go a long way in mending broken fences 3. Do not conclude that someone can never become President. Only God can do that. |
We pray for the best for Nigeria. |
richeeyo:Don't be toxic. Human life is ephemeral. |
If I were His Excellency Peter Obi, I would: 1. Declare to my teeming supporters that it had been a worthwhlle struggle 2. Thank them for their overwhelming support 3. Congratulate President Bola Ahmed Tinubu on his victory 4. Tell my supporters to accept Supreme Court verdict; and 5. Start preparing for 2027 general elections. |
goodness4ever: |
I agree. Those who really mean well for the country should rally round henceforth.
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Some step mothers are like that. The acts of some of them can be annoying. |
Not surprised. It was a tough case. I wish President Tinubu the best of luck. Above all, I pray 🙏 and wish Nigeria all the best. Nigeria can still be great again.
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Hiya! Well, it was a well-contested race. Now, I wish Tinubu's administration the best. Long live Nigeria.
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"I didn't deceive you," she said softly. I shook my head. "If you don't call that deception, what will you call it?" She stared at me but I couldn't stare back as I had to concentrate on driving. "I did not deceive you," she repeated. "It's true I did not tell Sharon the real motive but I did not deceive you." "Are you still saying friendship is the motive?" "Yes," she answered emphatically. "But why didn't you tell Sharon?" She looked exasperated. "How could I? How could I tell her such a thing?" "And why not?" I demanded. "Come on, Seyi. A woman has to be discreet." I shook my head. "This thing that ought to be simple is getting complicated. How do you expect me to fully believe you?" I shook my head again as I angrily blared the horn of the car at an errant danfo driver. "Oh Lord, help me," I muttered. She removed her hand from my elbow."Are you angry with me?" she asked. I was ready to be down to earth with her. "A little bit," I replied. "You had better not be." I glared at her briefly and she glared right back. "You had better not be because you are the cause of all this." I was aghast. Momentarily, I lost the control of the steering wheel. It was like I had been given a whip lash on the back. Thank God it was only momentarily. I had to allow some seconds to calm down. "How is it my fault?" I asked with gritted teeth. "Oh, so you're still asking! Didn't you know what you did? Didn't you know what you did to cause this?" I was scandalized. The car crawled to a halt as a result of the go-slow. It helped in steeling myself into calmness. |
"I didn't deceive you," she said softly. I shook my head. "If you don't call that deception, what will you call it?" She stared at me but I couldn't stare back as I had to concentrate on driving. "I did not deceive you," she repeated. "It's true I did not tell Sharon the real motive but I did not deceive you." "Are you still saying friendship is the motive?" "Yes," she answered emphatically. "But why didn't you tell Sharon?" She looked exasperated. "How could I? How could I tell her such a thing?" "And why not?" I demanded. "Come on, Seyi. A woman has to be discreet." I shook my head. "This thing that ought to be simple is getting complicated. How do you expect me to fully believe you?" I shook my head again as I angrily blared the horn of the car at an errant danfo driver. "Oh Lord, help me," I muttered. She removed her hand from my elbow."Are you angry with me?" she asked. I was ready to be down to earth with her. "A little bit," I replied. "You had better not be." I glared at her briefly and she glared right back. "You had better not be because you are the cause of all this." I was aghast. Momentarily, I lost the control of the steering wheel. It was like I had been given a whip lash on the back. Thank God it was only momentarily. I had to allow some seconds to calm down. "How is it my fault?" I asked with gritted teeth. "Oh, so you're still asking! Didn't you know what you did? Didn't you know what you did to cause this?" I was scandalized. The car crawled to a halt as a result of the go-slow. It helped in steeling myself into calmness. |
Nice one. |
It is a long walk to freedom. |
It is going to be anticlimax. |
Lift up Jesus, He is King of Kings Lift up Jesus, He is Lord of Lord Lift up Jesus, He is King of Kings King of Kings, and Lord of Lord's. |
Sex should not be for those who are not married. Indeed, relationship should not be about sex. |
How apt is this? |
How apt is this? |
I considered that as a joke. "With all pleasure, Big Aunty." Several minutes later, we were at the Opebi outlet. It was much bigger than the first one, but it was purely whole sale. Once again, the person in charge of the place took madam to inspect some goods. After some time, we left the place. "That will be all for today. But, before we return home, don't you think we should stop at an eatery for food?" "I'll stop where you want me to stop, but I don't really need food." “Okay, let's take ice cream or something." I nodded. "Alright." I stopped at a popular eatery. The hall definitely had tantalizing aroma, but I would not take food. Madam ordered for fried plantain chips and two jars of ice cream. We sat at isolated table and chatted idly. Now, who says this woman could not be my lover? Her phone rang. "Hello, Sharon," she said. "Good afternoon, Big Aunty. I'm around in the house o." I could faintly hear what Sharon was saying. "You have to wait a bit. I'm at Opebi right now." "Are you with your new P.A?" Sharon asked. "Yes," madam answered. "I hope he's doing a good job." Madam smiled. "Yes, he is." "Okay, I'm still in the house. Alright, see you." “We'll soon be coming back." Madam cut the line. "That was Sharon," she said. I nodded, my mind busy. Sharon just referred to me as P.A. How could she do that? To think that not long ago, madam had introduced me as her P.A. It could not be mere coincidence that Sharon called and refered to me as P.A. too. There must be something to this that I did not understand. "How did Sharon get to know so fast that I'm your P.A?" I asked. Madam paused for a long time. "We will talk on the way home," she answered. "For now, let's enjoy our refreshment." We took the chips and our ice cream, but my mind remained agitated. After about ten minutes, we left with our remaing ice cream. Back in the car, I was quiet as I drove. "Yes, concerning Sharon," madam started, "She refered to you as P.A because that first day we spoke on the phone, I told her I would like you to work for me even as part-time due to your respectful and dignified tone." I could not believe my ears. "You mean right from day one, your intention was to make me work for you?" I was angry but I must control my temper. "But, why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you say from the onset that you needed me to work?" She did not answer me. "It is deceptive to tell me you want friendship, whereas what you need is a P.A." She held me gingerly by the right elbow. Now, what did this mean? "I didn't deceive you," she said softly. |
I considered that as a joke. "With all pleasure, Big Aunty." Several minutes later, we were at the Opebi outlet. It was much bigger than the first one, but it was purely whole sale. Once again, the person in charge of the place took madam to inspect some goods. After some time, we left the place. "That will be all for today. But, before we return home, don't you think we should stop at an eatery for food?" "I'll stop where you want me to stop, but I don't really need food." “Okay, let's take ice cream or something." I nodded. "Alright." I stopped at a popular eatery. The hall definitely had tantalizing aroma, but I would not take food. Madam ordered for fried plantain chips and two jars of ice cream. We sat at isolated table and chatted idly. Now, who says this woman could not be my lover? Her phone rang. "Hello, Sharon," she said. "Good afternoon, Big Aunty. I'm around in the house o." I could faintly hear what Sharon was saying. "You have to wait a bit. I'm at Opebi right now." "Are you with your new P.A?" Sharon asked. "Yes," madam answered. "I hope he's doing a good job." Madam smiled. "Yes, he is." "Okay, I'm still in the house. Alright, see you." “We'll soon be coming back." Madam cut the line. "That was Sharon," she said. I nodded, my mind busy. Sharon just referred to me as P.A. How could she do that? To think that not long ago, madam had introduced me as her P.A. It could not be mere coincidence that Sharon called and refered to me as P.A. too. There must be something to this that I did not understand. "How did Sharon get to know so fast that I'm your P.A?" I asked. Madam paused for a long time. "We will talk on the way home," she answered. "For now, let's enjoy our refreshment." We took the chips and our ice cream, but my mind remained agitated. After about ten minutes, we left with our remaing ice cream. Back in the car, I was quiet as I drove. "Yes, concerning Sharon," madam started, "She refered to you as P.A because that first day we spoke on the phone, I told her I would like you to work for me even as part-time due to your respectful and dignified tone." I could not believe my ears. "You mean right from day one, your intention was to make me work for you?" I was angry but I must control my temper. "But, why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you say from the onset that you needed me to work?" She did not answer me. "It is deceptive to tell me you want friendship, whereas what you need is a P.A." She held me gingerly by the right elbow. Now, what did this mean? "I didn't deceive you," she said softly. |
"Good. Let's practise it from now on. That means stuff on P.A or no P.A is suspended for now." I stood up. "I'll be praying too. I know we will get the best. Good night." "Won't you eat before you go?" I smiled at her and shook my head. "It is part of what must be suspended.” As I neared the door, she called my attention to the shopping bag she gave me. "I'm sorry I can't take it. I'm no longer the P.A." "You can't abandon it," she said. "It will be a symbol of rejection." "Thank you Madam Fransisca." I took the bag. "Goodnight," I said again and left the house. On my way home, I considered things all over. I believed I gave the right suggestion. What if she said no to any further relationship? I would feel disappointed but life would go on. Such is life. But are you really sure you loved her? I asked myself. My answer was yes. Can you marry her? The answer was yes. Alright, I was on the right path. I remembered the moment the madam stripped to her underwears. That was a real tempting time. I could have buckled under that enchantment and spellbind. It was to the glory of God that I did not capitulate. Na wa for the body wey that madam get. I would still explore that body, but I would be patient. On Tuesday morning, things went well in the office. By noon, the head of our section, Miss Ruth Banise, called for a meeting. Four of us attended. She reminded us of an earlier circular concerning a vigil programme that would hold at the headquarters auditorium that Friday night. She talked about the roles each would play. After the meeting, I made to leave. "Seyi, wait," Miss Banise said. After all the others had gone, she smiled at me. |
goodness4ever: |
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Hideaki: 😡 |
Reminderz:Your words are well-noted. Thanks. |
Jeon:I am a 'straight' guy, a heterosexual. What I don't understand is why a lady should be besotted to sucking a man's nipples. |
Hello everyone. I'll go straight to the point. I just hit it off with this lady a couple of months ago. Things have been great, but I observed that during intimate times together, she's fond of teasing and sucking my nipples. I am a guy and that's what I like to do to babes. How come she likes to do the same thing? Could she be a lesbian or bisexual? I need honest opinions. Thanks. |
total here." She showed me where to calculate and where to write the total. "Then, at the bottom of this last page, write the grand total. Let me get you calculator and a pen." She opened the drawer again and brought out a calculator and a pen. "Have them. Please, be careful with the calculation." "No qualms." As I started the task, she left the bedroom. Within few minutes, I was through with the task, but she had not returned. This woman would not stop amazing me. How could she leave me alone in her bedroom for several minutes? A new movie was played on the television channel. I concentrated on watching it. It took another fifteen minutes before she finally came. "Sorry, I took time," she said half to herself. "How far with the calculation?" I showed her what I had done. "Good. I will go through it later." She took the book, the calculator and the pen, and returned them inside the drawer. I noticed she had changed clothes. The t-shirts and the bum shorts were gone. She was now wearing another t-shirt and stretch jeans trousers. Where had she gone to change? She went to one of the wardrobes to bring a small hand bag. "Alright," she said. "It's time to go to Ketu." She switched off the airconditoner system and the television. Then she locked the bedroom. As we moved to the sitting-room, she called out to Kubrat. "Kubrat, come and lock the main entrance door. Uncle Seyi and I are going out." We took the stair case downstairs. There were four cars in the car park. She unlocked the Honda CRV. "Can you drive?" she asked. I answered in the affirmative. "Good. Come and drive." I took over the driving and drove out of the compound. With her directive, I drove to Aladenola Street where the store was located. The place was a beehive of activities. It had a retail and wholesale sections, just as Madam Fransisca said. There were sales girls attending to customers. By a side was a cubicle that served as office of the manager. The sales girls greeted madam as we went to the glass office. A man was sitting behind the small desk. "My sister, good afternoon," he greeted as soon as we entered the cubicle. "David, how are you? How's everything going?" The man smiled. "Everything is going well." He stared at me. |
total here." She showed me where to calculate and where to write the total. "Then, at the bottom of this last page, write the grand total. Let me get you calculator and a pen." She opened the drawer again and brought out a calculator and a pen. "Have them. Please, be careful with the calculation." "No qualms." As I started the task, she left the bedroom. Within few minutes, I was through with the task, but she had not returned. This woman would not stop amazing me. How could she leave me alone in her bedroom for several minutes? A new movie was played on the television channel. I concentrated on watching it. It took another fifteen minutes before she finally came. "Sorry, I took time," she said half to herself. "How far with the calculation?" I showed her what I had done. "Good. I will go through it later." She took the book, the calculator and the pen, and returned them inside the drawer. I noticed she had changed clothes. The t-shirts and the bum shorts were gone. She was now wearing another t-shirt and stretch jeans trousers. Where had she gone to change? She went to one of the wardrobes to bring a small hand bag. "Alright," she said. "It's time to go to Ketu." She switched off the airconditoner system and the television. Then she locked the bedroom. As we moved to the sitting-room, she called out to Kubrat. "Kubrat, come and lock the main entrance door. Uncle Seyi and I are going out." We took the stair case downstairs. There were four cars in the car park. She unlocked the Honda CRV. "Can you drive?" she asked. I answered in the affirmative. "Good. Come and drive." I took over the driving and drove out of the compound. With her directive, I drove to Aladenola Street where the store was located. The place was a beehive of activities. It had a retail and wholesale sections, just as Madam Fransisca said. There were sales girls attending to customers. By a side was a cubicle that served as office of the manager. The sales girls greeted madam as we went to the glass office. A man was sitting behind the small desk. "My sister, good afternoon," he greeted as soon as we entered the cubicle. "David, how are you? How's everything going?" The man smiled. "Everything is going well." He stared at me. |
I grinned. She was more dramatic than I could ever imagine. "Fransisca, calm down," I said. She froze as she turned to stare at me. "Did you just call me by name?" I nodded. "I said Fransisca, calm down. I didn't say it out of disrepect. I said it out of love. You need to control emotions and calm down." I picked up the bundles of money, put them back in the polythene bag and handed it to her. "I don't want the money." Slowly she went back to the wardrobe to return the money. I returned her phone, urged her to sit on the bed while I sat by her side. She clung on to me while I held her comfortingly. We were like this for many minutes. "I have a suggestion to make," I said. "What suggestion?" "Maybe we can go our seperate ways for a while." I could feel her hold tightened. "Why?" "So that we can sort out ourselves, especially you. Within that period, you can go to MFM or any mountain to pray. We won't communicate or see each while it lasts. “Then, once you are sure of what your next line of action is, you let me know. I will understand and respect whatever decision you take." "You think it will work?" "Good. Let's practise it from now on. That means stuff on P.A or no P.A is suspended for now." |
Today, she was not wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Rather, she was wearing a flower-patterned short sleeve blouse and black skirt. She unbottoned the blouse slowly and removed it. I watched on. Her white bra had lacy edges. It looked so seductive. I wouuld say it without any ambiguity that the sight was enough to make a guy lose his senses. Madam Fransisca was not done. Her hands slowly went to the zip of her skirt and she unzipped it. She allowed to fall at her feet before stepping out of it. She made her arms to be at akimbo again. The white bra and the white panties, probably from the same manufacturer, indeed complimented each other. "This is it," she said almost in a whisper. "Seyi, this is the moment you desire. Be a man and fulfil it." I rose up and stared at her. "You're really very beautiful," I commented. "But beyond your body, I know that you have a beautiful soul." I moved to her. "Please, let me serve you." I picked her blouse and slowly helped her to wear it, the way you would help your five years old daughter to wear her dress. I buttoned up the blouse. Then, I gingerly held her by the waist. "Come, my dear lady." I made her to stand in the circle of skirt, pulled up the skirt to her waist and zipped it up. "You will forever be special to me," I said and returned to the seat. She opened her eyes. "So, you don't want sex, right? Good. That means it is money you want. People like money. Let's negotiate. How much will you ask for?" She went to sit on the chair by the dressing table. "Come on, how much? I'm ready to pay you off." I just stared at her without saying a word. "What if I offer five million naira? Is that okay?" She picked up her phone. "I still have your account number. I can do transfer." I desively went to her and took the phone. She did not resist. "Oh, that reminds me. I have some cash in the house." She went to the wardrobe and brought a polythene bag. She spilled the contents on the bed. There were bundles of five hundred and one thousand naira new notes. "You can have them. I'll send more to you later." I grinned. She was more dramatic than I could ever imagine. |
She brought a white shopping bag out and sat on the edge of the bed where she could face me. She opened the bag and brought out the contents. "These are body cream, hair cream, body lotion, perfums and so on. I sell whole sale and retail cosmetics." I nodded again. "That should be cool business." She left the perfumes on the floor but returned the other items. "You can't use the perfums because they are women's own. But you can use all the rest." With the bag in her hand, she stretched the hand towards me. "Take, they are yours." I graciously took the shopping bag from her, thanking her. "I have three outlets: one at Ketu Road, one at Palm Groove and one at Opebi, Ikeja. Most of the runs are done by my immediate younger. I trust him to supervise the business." I could only nod again. "My husband left some houses and shopping plazas which are under my care. “He bought this house before he died. We were staying in a duplex before, but I had to move here last year as I felt that place was too big for me alone. “While I use the whole of this floor, there are two tenants down stairs." She paused to assess my attentiveness. "It is interesting to hear all these, madam." I briefly looked at the bag she had given to me. Why did she keep giving me this and that? "In about an hour's time, I'll be going to the Ketu outlet. You can follow me there. I won't stay long." I nodded. "That will be a pleasure." I could see the way her skin glowed. Was it cosmetics that made it so? But, looking at her, I could see that she hardly used make-up. Her beauty was more of natural. "Meanwhile, there's one little task I have for you," she said as she opened one of the drawers of the dressing table. She brought out what looked like a log book and opened some pages. "You see these figures on these pages, calculate them. On each page, write the total here." She showed me where to calculate and where to write the total. |
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