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I am sure we all remember Sugabelly, the girl who claimed to have been raped by Audu's son and his friends.

Well, seeing a program now about rape court cases brought her to mind and I couldn't help but wonder what happened to her and all her allegations. Why have we still not heard anything about a court case till now?

It was an interestingly graphic tale that gripped Nigerian social media months back, then all of a sudden; POOF! Nothing!

I am really just curious to know what happened to her, her allegations and her warriors. Or was it all just a publicity stunt after all?

Source: http://madamsabisabi..com.ng/2016/01/where-is-sugabelly.html

Poor Ice Prince.

And I don't think the girl is that hot sef (Abeg, it's my opinion o; don't crucify me).

It happened to a friend o, people. Not me.

But I can see many people here agree with me that toasting a guy is not the best for a lady... I will always advise all my friends against that.

A friend learnt the hard way, see her story below:

There was this guy in my neighborhood that I had a massive crush on. It was so serious that I could barely spend five minutes at a time without fantasizing about him. The problem was he never seemed to notice me or have the same interest in me. Now there is nothing unattractive about me, in fact, I am a really good looking young lady and ‘naturally endowed’… believe me, I don’t need squats. I attributed his lack of interest to the fact that he is many years older than me, about 27 while I am 21. Also, he is a working-class and I’m still a student.

I felt he saw me as a small girl and each time I come across him in the neighborhood (which was never accidental as I was always hanging around his house) he would respond to my greeting with an absent-minded “how are you, my dear” which always hurt me.
So one day, I decided to take matters into my own hands; to take the bull by the horn and ride it forcefully. I could not stand suffering in silence much longer. That fateful night, I planted myself close to his house, I knew the time he usually came back from work, and loitered there in ambush for him for a full twenty minutes! I was in the most provocative clothes I could dare leave my house in without raising eyebrows; a very tight knee-length skirt that hugged my hips like die and a sleeveless tank top that exposed a bit of my small breasts. I also made up my face to even look more beautiful.

Finally he came strolling towards the gate of his house, as usual he was dressed semi-formally in long-sleeved shirt and trousers. My heart beat wildly as I approached him.
“Good evening Brother Tee.”
“How are you, my dear.”

But I planted myself in front of him this time around and playfully placed my hands on my hips, acting as if I was angry. “You don’t use to smile at someone self.”
That was how I was able to get his attention, I mean truly get his attention. I saw his eyes light up as though he was seeing me for the first time, they lingered on the hands I placed on my hips or was it the hips themselves?

We exchanged a few pleasantries and I asked if I could come and visit him some time, and he agreed, saying anytime on Saturday. We even exchanged numbers. I was overjoyed and congratulated myself for being bold enough to finally give him the hint that I liked him. Okay, it was more than just a hint.

But just today, all this joy and excitement came crashing down into depression. A friend, and not even a close friend, called and told me how she had heard from someone that I was a lose girl, that I had toasted Brother Tee and asked him to invite him to his room for a good time, that I wanted him to have sex with me. That she couldn’t believe I could descend so low and wanted to confirm from me.

I was devastated when I heard all this. It is obvious that Bro Tee had discussed our conversation with someone and had painted me so cheaply. Now I wished I had never dared to do what I did. I feel so cheap and useless now. Since that girl heard about it, many people must have heard about it too in the neighborhood.

How can I redeem myself?

Source: http://madamsabisabi..com.ng/2016/01/never-ask-guy-out-heres-why.html

I love that corn woman. Something tells me she did it on purpose.

Picture looks fake, but the story seems true...

Truth be told, women are hardworking

Truth be told...women are so hardworking

End time blogger for real