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Dear Readers: I Do Not Want To Adopt

The past few weeks have been hell for me. The pressure is really beginning to mount up on me. Should I give in?

I and my wife have been happily married for nine years now, but things have begun to taste really sour of late.

I got married for an unpopular reason, to have a companion. So, if children came along the way, beautiful, and if they did not come, praise God.

We’ve had a beautiful marriage, everything is been going on well; our sex life great, spiritual, social, generally, it’s just been beautiful. No wonder the absence of the kids didn’t bother me, because everything I wanted in the marriage has been what I got.

The issue began when my mother and my mother- in law started paying me some funny unexpected visits, and the anthem they sing is “give us grand children”. A large percentage of our buddies are advising us to adopt, and I must say, I have never felt pressure of this magnitude, ever.

This whole issue has got me weak and clueless, but one thing I am certain of is that “I do not want to adopt”.

What should I do?


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A Man Who Wants to Lead The Orchestra Must Turn His Back On The Crowd

You really cannot do both, it’s either you lose one, and gain the other, or in a bid to gain both, you lose out completely.

The orchestra in itself is a complex piece, and directing the affairs requires so much attention to every little detail, which leaves you no time to notice what’s going on behind, be it positive or negative.

A man that must achieve something extraordinary must be ready to do the extra, turn a deaf ear to a whole lot of things in form of disturbances.

Great men that do great things usually confine themselves in a place and do not show up until they achieve that which they have set out to do.

If you want to write your name in the annals of achievers, your total attention has to be on your set goal not minding whatever obstacle that presents themselves on the way to achieving that goal.

Once you have achieved this then you can turn around,face the crowd and receive your rapturous applause!


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Wow,with a heavy heart, I’m back on my computer. Typing and trying to wrap my head around how I actually burst such a move.

Why I would hurt someone I love so much? I was madly in love with Joy; gosh I truly loved everything about her. She was indeed my little angel. I always had the impression I was taking care of her but to be honest she was my soul. She was there for me when I needed her and was even there when I didn’t need her. She was all I ever wanted in a girl and she was no ordinary girl. She was full of life; she had a very good heart and just lovely to be with.

Enough of how I felt about Joy. Our relationship was just how I wanted it. We were not just like friends but complete lovers and I had met all her siblings, she had met mine too and they loved everything about her as well. Even Voltron, her dad was now close to me, we chatted up most times and it was just nice knowing her wonderful family as well. While it all looked perfect, I was dying inside.

My head was filled with all sorts of questions. Wondering and asking myself why I was getting too serious with Joy. The more I tried to stop loving her, the more I grew closer and fell deeper in love. It kept going on for a while and I just felt I was capable of taking care of it. But my precious Joy, would look at me at times and just tell me to pray and talk to God. Tell him my heart desires and just trust in him. Gosh I just felt I was losing it.

I was used to being on the fast lane, partying, drinking, clubbing, but here I was trying so hard to listen and try to do the right things. Why is it so hard to do the right things and the bad ones so easy…?

One thing I loved about Joy was that she was a Good Christian and I admired her for that. She gave me a Bible one time as a gift. Silly me, was expecting a bottle of perfume or a shirt or something nice. If I had known o, maybe I should have appreciated my Bible more than I did. LOL. She was quite close to her creator and we did go to church together, but it was always my baby asking us to go, taking charge and wanting the very best for her man.

She was perfect, too perfect, but most times I will come up with silly reasons just to pick arguments with her about the way she pointed out and told me my mistakes. She was my Love teacher o. He he he.

Life went on as usual and we talked about moving forward and doing away with some of my naughty ways. Gosh I was naughty; I just felt invincible and thought she wouldn’t hear of my escapades. I started slowing down, but you know a leopard never changes his skin. But this leopard was so determined to change for the one he loved.

I did, Oh yes, I did change, stayed away from the babes totally! Well, maybe for about a month or two. It was just me and my baby, and it was kind of the best time of my life. It was peaceful, not running from one hostel to the other or trying to satisfy every girl I came in contact with .Lol. We were inseparable, always together, things got better, and she was just so much into her God and her man. Her health was getting better by the day and she kept radiating more and more.

She really tried so hard to carry me along with her to be more faithful , religious and live according to our Christian morals but I struggled, I fought, I tried my best but the more I tried , the more I slipped .

My thought kept flooding back, asking questions again, why I would be blessed with such a beautiful girl who loved me so much and wanted the best for me. But in the process of her pulling me up, I was pulling her down and it was killing me and was eating me up so bad. At times I just tried to avoid been alone with her. Though she was such a strong person, I could feel her let her guard down at times just because of love, she would see me do silly things and after scolding me she will still accept me back. I was totally confused, God what should I do?

I kept talking and it was so difficult for me to share with friends because they wouldn’t understand. I called her and mentioned it that I was feeling bad because I always felt I was the one pulling her down but she just waived it off and told me not to be silly. It went on and on, I did everything to change, I did try my possible best, but guess it wasn’t good enough.

Well, after so much thinking and praying, I knew I needed a miracle to get me out of this situation, because I just wanted the will power to be there for her all the time, but it wouldn’t turn out that way.

I called my Joy one evening and we took a walk around the lecture room where we finally found a dark corner. We talked and I told her I was madly in love with her and she will always have a special place in my heart, but I felt I was really dragging her down, and told her she deserved someone better, (all this while I was crying, sobbing like a baby). She just didn’t want to believe what I was telling her .

The more I told her how and what had been on my mind, the more I cried because I didn’t want to let her go but I knew I had to, I had no choice so I thought. We both just cried, held each other so close and it was so difficult saying goodbye to someone you know was a soul mate .Kolawole mi , Kolawole mi, Kolawole mi, why? Why? Why? Was all I heard her say. I tried so hard to make her understand but guess I didn’t understand it myself. It was one of the most horrible nights I have ever witnessed in my life.

I felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest, but deep down in me I just had to. I took her back to her hostel we hugged and wouldn’t let each other go, we shed more tears. Yes, yes I cried again o. Well, I guess I am a die-hard romantic guy. Guess that’s what the girls I dated said o. ha ha ha.

Wow, I don’t believe ,I am writing all this stuff, it should be about 20yrs ago but the memories are fresh, maybe this will bring a closure to my endless journey of what it means to lose a true love.

Well, finally managed to pull away from each other and as I drove away I could see her walk into her hostel. I felt like running back just to tell her April fool or something but I had to control myself. I drove slowly back to my room, filled with a heavy heart, guilt and sure I made the right decision.

Feeling lifeless, I just couldn’t wait for the next day to come. I had lectures but couldn’t be bothered. I saw a friend of hers and asked if she was fine because I was so worried and all she said was what do u expect. Gosh! I felt my heart racing again, I controlled myself but had to make sure she was fine.

I tried to socialize, talking to friends but kept checking the windshield of my car for notes, but never got one. I finally rushed to her room later in the day and was told she had gone home to be with her family. I didn’t know what else to do then, wait? Pray? Stupid! I now remembered how to pray.

Well, hours, turned into a day and the second day she came to check on me. We just hugged and tried to be so normal but we could barely look into each other’s eyes unlike before. Exchanged pleasantries, asked if she was okay and bullied that I had to go for a lecture just to get away from that situation because I had started thinking about reversing my previous decision . It was one of the most painful decisions I have ever made.

My family members couldn’t and didn’t understand why I would let my gem go but it was between me and My God. I begged God to grant her long live, even if I had to walk away or risk losing my only true love. Gosh! slowly I became a shadow of myself but I guess I still nursed the fact that we will soon come back together because I started praying and working on myself but with time I knew my soul mate, who was my angel wasn’t around me.

Before long I was trying desperately to hold on but I was back to my old ways, partying and sleeping with anything in skirt. We kept running into one another and we just tried to be cordial but for me, deep down I felt I would surely see her and be with her again. Hmmmm I even entered into a relationship shortly afterwards and she felt I must have broken up with her just to be with this new jambite, (that was what we called freshers back then in school).

It was more hurting for me, knowing she thought I did that to get at her. But God sees my heart, that I broke up just because of how much I truly loved her and it might not have been the right decision but it was done with a good heart. We remained so close that even the person I was seeing was kind of jealous of the friendship, but she had no choice than to accept the fact that it was something I had control over. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months, I still saw the yellow posts and sticker notes on my car but they reduced gradually. Anytime we came across each other, it brought smiles and laughter into my life for which I will be forever grateful. I was still close to her family members and we exchanged pleasantries once in a while whenever we saw.

I don’t know whether she ever felt so strongly or loved me as much as I did love her but I just felt it was right. Well some people might say it was just school love, some others might agree and say she was a soul mate but I know she was really a gem and a treasure.

One of the most memorable events that occurred after we broke up, which was on my birthday was a day I would and can never forget for the rest of my life. I woke up happy, a year older and wiser so they say and things were getting better and falling into shape, had a beautiful girl who was now my girlfriend.

The day was going fine and my girl friend said I should drop her off at the hostel which was where my Joy stayed as well. As I drove into the car park, I saw Joy’s car pulling out of the parking lot but turned around and hurriedly got out of the car. I saw joy running towards me, she had this look and I just thought she wanted to come wish me a happy birthday.

She eased into my out stretched out arms and gave me a hug, wow. In front of the hostel, and she just wouldn’t let go, I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. She still wrapped her arms around me and I glanced in the direction of my girl friend who just stared at us. Joy finally spoke and I felt the tears rolling down her eyes. Kolawole mi, happy birthday, she wished me well and she said, she could never forget me, and I will always be part of her life.

Still dazed and wondering what and where all that came from, I said thank you and she looked into my eyes and said kolawole mi, my dad passed away this morning. I almost collapsed. She gave me a warm kiss and I could see people stare at us and she just told me to take care and that even though she would want to forget me, but how on earth could she, now, seeing that she lost her dad on my birthday.

Wow, even as I write this concluding part of this story, my eyes are laced with tears. Don’t worry, I’m not crying o, but just that the thoughts and emotions came rushing back. I live with the memories of having known what love is all about and what it meant to be truly loved.

I travelled shortly after we broke up and must have spoken to her about on very few occasions and we never met but everyone who ever came in touch with me knew this wonderful person. I heard her voice again after so many years and even just me saying hello, she goes kolawole, how are you doing. LOL, what happened to kolawole mi. I’m joking o, I was so happy to hear she was doing very well and happily married with 2 lovely kids.

Please I do hope she doesn’t come across this, but if she does, it wasn’t for any bad intentions, I just had to share it with the world to show that true love does exist out there and I wouldn’t have asked to have been in love with no one other than you, Joy .You were a rare gem and I’m sure your man must be lucky to have you in his life.

As I begin to round off, I’ll say, don’t ever forget to tell your loved ones all the time, how much you truly love them . Make it a habit, life is short and I do hope we will find our heart desires.

Well, as for me I will still keep going to churches, going on badoo, gosh I almost left out weddings .LOL, and all the right places until I meet that someone special who I will call my other half.

Please single ladies send in your application o. he he he. Well, sometimes, all good things must come to an end for the start of something wonderful.

Thanks for enduring and enjoying this three part series of “My one true love”. Cheers.


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Can a man and a woman ever just be friends?

Dear readers, I’m really confused because I think I have a problem, or maybe I don’t.

I go into a relationship hoping that there are no strings attached, trying to be “just friends” but I end up always liking my friends, so much that I want something extra from them.

Don’t get me wrong, I am a good guy with good intentions, but I just find myself really liking these girls beyond normal.

I discussed with a couple of friends to hear their take on the issue , and it was interesting what I found out. A number of the guys confirmed my feelings , but some of weren’t just man enough to admit it, though they

I want to believe that there is no friendship without an attraction. What do you think, can they really be just friends?


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Very recently, I got chatting with a newly married friend and she revealed some scary happenings to me, of which I want us to learn from.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to discriminate, or stereotype anyone, but we need to be careful, as I was shocked on hearing this. She got married and after a while took in and gave birth to a beautiful baby.

The introduction of a new born of course comes with some extra duties, so she needed a hand to help out with the chores. Not wanting the extra luggage that comes with having family around, she and her husband agreed to get a maid. They got the first one, but didn’t keep her for long. As the search for another help continued, a friend introduced someone to her, she happened to be a young girl that seemed alright, so she took her in.

Impressed with her work rate and ethics she further entrusted her four months old baby in her care. As time went by, she noticed that the help was always coughing, she was tired and feeling weak, she called and asked to know what was going on with her, but the help casually responded that she really didn’t know what was going on.

In a short while, she also needed some medical attention and was due to get to the hospital so she asked her help to come along with her so they’ll confirm what the problem was. When they arrived at the hospital, she told the doctor to run a series of tests on her help, which they did. The result … shocking! It was discovered that this girl had tuberculosis and was HIV positive! Oh! How disgusted she felt, hating herself for being such an incompetent mother, putting her baby in the line of danger.

Immediately she had to call her husband and they had themselves tested, fortunately, none of them had contacted any disease, how relieved she was, Praise God!

Due to the fantastic attitude the girl put up at her duties, she had already liked her and she felt all she could do at that point in time was to advise her not to sleep around anymore, promised to support her financially to get the necessary medical care she required but regrets that she had to let her go.

So my people, I advice that whenever you have to entrust your vulnerable and frail wards into anyone’s care, at least for the sake of their own health, please make sure you get the medical history of that person first, and if possible be in the know about that person’s general wellbeing.

It doesn’t cost much to do that. Please pass this message across; you don’t know whose child you may help put out of danger. Cheers


iyanda

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Be careful what you wish for at times. They say, ‘if wishes were horses, beggars would ride’, this is true, but at times they really come to pass.

This is a typical example of when wishes are made without being thought through.

I am sure those guys would prefer their wish didn’t come true when they turn around to see the hungry lion waiting on them.

I want to see Lion, I want to see Lion. “Oya, see lion”! LOL


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Dear Readers: All the while I thought I could change him, but…

I’ve been married to this man for about 7 years now, and nothing has since changed.

I met him as a handsome, young, perfect gentleman with well shaven beard, always looked sharp and trim and I got hooked.

He came all out for me; despite all he went through at the hands of my mother he still went ahead and made sure that my mother consented to the marriage.

I knew he had tendencies to cheat, I knew he drank a bit, but I taught the love he had for me was enough to change him to the man I wanted him to be, but down the line I have come to terms with it that I have failed in the battle to keep him clean.

Two years down, our marriage went on a continuous downward spiral, till i eventually got pregnant, and thought that the introduction of a baby into the family was going to make him more responsible, but it didn’t stop him from doing his things.

Nine months later, I put to bed a gorgeous baby boy and was still in the hospital when I got terrifying news that my husband had another woman in the house!

I wasn’t in the mood for any of his lies, and so I got on a taxi and went home. True to the news I went in and still found her there! I was shocked and almost passed out. (but before I did, I gave them a piece of my mind)

He later apologized, blaming it on the devil and swore never to do it again. Before long, he picked it up again, this time intensified his drinking habit, oh and did I add smoking, not just cigarette but Indian hemp!

I’ve had a torrid 7 years of marriage, and I’m still wondering if he will ever change!

What should i do?

please Advice

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Dear Readers: My boyfriend now wants to get my cookies, should I give in?

I’ve been seeing this guy for about seven months now, when we started dating; he came to me like a real nice guy, who didn’t seem to want what the other guys wanted. I began to respect him even more, and thought I had found the one.

Four months down, I began to notice him look at me in some certain way, and I begun to feel a little uncomfortable, as I suspected what was on the way. And finally in the seventh month of our relationship, he began to pressure me into letting him in, which I have been declining to do seeing that I am still a virgin.

The problem is that I love him so much, and don’t want to lose him. Apart from what he is demanding, he has an excellent personality. Also I’m really starting to think that is just their genetic makeup and they are all like that.

So should I give in or turn him down at the risk of losing him?

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Hello I told you I will be back pretty soon. I just couldn’t sleep so I decided to come back and continue my story o. I actually came across this postcard which took the words out of my mouth again.

I honestly lost a diamond while I was busy collecting stones. Life sure has a way of dealing with us, doesn’t it?

WOW! Where was I? Well going back to when I went to see Joy the next day at the hospital. I was so happy when I saw her again. Although looking frail and tired, I went straight to her bedside and gave her a warm hug and a hot passionate kiss. I couldn’t be bothered although the nurses that stared at us and made saucy remarks.

She was glad to see me again, she said she wasn’t sure I was going to come back to see her. I looked right into her eyes and with a big smile on my face I said “I will always be here for u, always”. She smiled and with a big grin on her face, the 3 letter words followed again .I LOVE YOU!

All I could do was smile and showered her with more kisses so I wouldn’t have to say the same thing. I knew she wanted to hear it and needed me to say it just to give her that assurance that I was her man and that I truly loved her.

Gosh my heart was pounding heavily and I was sweating as if I was about to be slaughtered .My mind and every part of my body was screaming “I LOVE YOU TOO”, but I just couldn’t get my lips to say it.

While I kept her company, her mum walked right in the middle of our “cozy cozy things” ….gosh not what you people are thinking o. I was just helping massage her back with a pain relieving ointment. Thank God she didn’t walk in when I was rubbing the chest. LOL.

Her mum was very nice, sweet and I could tell where Joy got her beauty from. Anyways we got talking and chatted about regular things and she asked me to speak to my “cutie pie” not to stress herself…..Awwwww! Gosh! I just went cold turkey, if only this lovely lady had known that I was “THE STRESS”, only Gods knows what would have happened.

As we chatted, Joy asked about her dad was and her mum answered casually, “Your dad should be here any minute from now”. I must have jumped up from my sit! Her mum smiled and said it was fine that I should stay .Yeah right, “I wasn’t even ready to meet you mama”, talk less of “Voltron” who I heard was a very strict man.

I quickly bid My Joy and her mum goodbye and told Joy that I would be back later in the day to see her.

I set out into the afternoon thinking of this beautiful gal alone on her sick bed and I kept telling myself that I had never felt like this before and it was special. I just decided to drive around and clear my head and before I could say Jack Robinson, lo and behold was a beautiful gal strolling casually towards my direction .I slowed down and parked beside her. Why? Why? Why? I asked myself, Devil is at it again! … Well isn’t that who we all blame when we do silly things?

Well, just stopped beside the gal and offered to drop her off, didn’t care where she was going at that point in time .I just wanted to prove to myself that I was the same old naughty bad boy Iynada and wasn’t going to be tied down in any relationship.

Well, the afternoon when so fast with my new catch, and once in a while I had this little thing called conscience pricking my mind but I could care less until I saw her later that evening.

She was in a much better shape and so excited to see me but I tried to avoid eye contact, knowing I had been up to no good, still, she was all over me. “Tell me about your day, Kolawole mi”, which was what she called me .I just came up with stories about how busy I had been in class and all.

Well, she was discharged and gosh our relationship kicked up big time, but here I was, still in denial because my friends had started teasing me that I finally had a “gf” but were surprised I didn’t go for one of the hottest, baddest gals on campus so I just kept our relationship on the low, but tried to act normal when out there grooving and what not.

I was deeply in love, because a day couldn’t go by, without seeing her. I always looked forward to her leaving small love notes on my car’s windshield, just listening to her talk or watch her laugh brought a smile to my face, all the time.

The relationship grew stronger by the day and I loved every minute of it, trying to treat her like the complete lady she was. I did try my best but I was so used to my old ways and before long she was hearing about most of my escapades.

I had been with girls I didn’t even date and oh my God , they drove me crazy , the way they moaned about how I didn’t do one thing or another, most of them just focused on complaining about so many things and they forgot to even show some love.

But Joy was different, she was so mature, mentally strong and even when angry, she had a way of passing on her message across to me that definitely hit me, other than someone shouting and moaning. Don’t get me wrong, she was never a walk over. As I mentioned she was very assertive and a very strong lady, but she did get to me when she had to.

Later on, I couldn’t be bothered about my friends’ opinion although most of them loved and appreciated the kind of person she was .She was very nice and sweet to most of them

But this wasn’t enough, I was just so naughty and believe me, I knew it. I kept cheating on her over and over again. Not that I planned on hurting her but I just felt I was so smart and she would never know what I got up to, but she knew me so well and could tell when I lied and eventually she got me to be honest I told her everything. Yeah right, everything indeed. LOL.

But I remember on one occasion, she collected my room keys and I tried getting a hold of her but I couldn’t as she was nowhere to be found and I couldn’t get into my room as well. I was tired, hungry and I was furious, but by the time I went back to her hostel, here was my Joy, smiling and telling me to just come along with her that she was taking me for a meal, but convinced me that we go back to my place so I could have a change of cloth.

I put my key into the door lock, push it opened and was lost for words, this was one of the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for me: light dimed, the fragrance coming from the room, , candles , and she told me not to put on the lights but just sit down . It was so romantic and well laid out: wine, cake and she made my favourite food. We sat down, she served the food, we ate, drank, danced, played cards. Hmmmmm. You surely know what happens when u play cards with minimal light. LOL. But I guess we never finished the game of cards…

It was my turn to take charge which I believe I did very well .It was slow, passionate and it just felt so right to be there and wouldn’t have asked for anyone else, but I felt her sobbing, not able to make do with why she was sobbing, “was it because she was in pain again, was it tears of joy?” I just didn’t have the answer to it and all I did was kiss her tears. Telling her to stop but begging her to tell me what was wrong with her



After much persuasion, she finally gave in, I could see it wasn’t tears of joy but that of pain which was not because she was in pain but her words confirmed my thoughts. “Kolawole mi”, she buttered out the words again and said “I love you with all my heart” and before she finished saying hers, for the very first time I said it loud and clear “I LOVE YOU and have always loved you”.

Hmmm gosh I was so happy with myself for finally letting go. Her reaction was shocking and her words pierced my heart like a spear, “Kolawole mi, how can you love me so much and also hurt me so much all the time, tell me whatever you want and I will surely do it for you.

No! I was dumbfounded and short of words for the first time in my life! I felt my eyes fill up with tears , trying to keep the stare , I listened to the girl I love so much tell me how bad I hurt her , but doing silly things, cheating on her , being disrespectful and I just stared and even as I write this story can remember exactly how I felt that night.

The hot steamed tears just flowed down my eyes, as I tried to hold back, tried to be a “MAN”, LOL. But gosh, I just couldn’t, I held her so tight and told her how sorry I was and how much I truly loved her and would never do anything to hurt her again. It was a night to remember in my life and will always remember because I knew the value of love and also knew we could hurt people we love so much without even knowing.

Well, things got better by the day and gosh I mean everything, it was totally different when we were together in the privacy of our room, it was magical, passionate and I just couldn’t have enough of this baby gal

Gosh, am sure you are all wondering, how on earth and why I did lose such a diamond. But well, you better keep reading, Lol.

Am so tired right now but I better not stop here because someone joked about me being like a Nigerian movie writer or producer with part 1 , 2 and 3 but I will try to cut it short before I bore you .

At the same time, I was fighting my own demons of getting out or toning down to be a simple focused guy in school and to tried to party less and just have one “gf” or at least not do it to her face, but, it was like going to fight in Iraq without any weapons! It was at this period that girls came from all angles, parties and invitations from clubs doubled in number.

Meanwhile my Joy girl was so focused on her relationship with God and was doing so well: physically, mentally and spiritually and I was more than happy to see her health improve and she was radiating.

Most of the time, she was always in good health but at times, due to the stress from me and anxiety she fell ill and ended up in the hospital. I always tried my best to be there just to pamper and take care of her, but she did more in taking care of me, talking to me about things that mattered to her, sharing her thoughts, hope and aspiration. Getting me to open up about life and so many things, you can imagine.

You won’t even believe that I actually got to meet “Voltron”, her dad. Although he didn’t warm up to me so well initially but I think he knew his daughter was madly in love and I was such a cool guy too. Lol. “Well I just had to chip that in”.

I know people might say I didn’t love her enough, but I am saying it again, I was so much in love with her that I just didn’t want to see her in any form of pain or disobey God because she was doing things I knew she could or had better control than I did back then.

I did try my best to change my ways and maybe I could have tried asking God to help me out instead of thinking I could handle the situation.

Different thoughts crossed my mind, “should I let go of the best thing that has happened to me?” Do I love her enough to let her go so she can be more focused and get closer to God? Should I…?

I had changed a bit and got more and more concerned about her because I knew I needed her in my life and wasn’t going to let go of her. She could see through me and taught me to be honest and so open that we didn’t have to hide things from each other.

… Guys, guess what … I’m becoming a victim of prophecy, the joke about me being a Nigerian movie producer is manifesting already, because at this point I’m really tired and sleepy, but not to worry, the third and final part would come sooner than expected. WATCH OUT FOR PART 3! LOL.

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Dear Readers: My husband thinks he is the father of my three kids

I’m anonymous, the first child of my parents and I have three sisters who are still in secondary school. I got married in 2008 to a man I did not love, but had to do it because our family needed the assistance he provided.

Before we got married, I used to date some guy and we were so in love, but then he didn’t have anything. Both of my parents have diabetes and need to be constantly on their medications which I couldn’t afford as the first child.

While at a party a friend introduced me to this guy, telling me how rich he was and I immediately jumped at it, because I wanted something from him.

We began dating and he was generous, he gave my parents monthly allowance which they used to buy their medications, but the problem was that I wasn’t feeling anything for him. My ex still used to call me and we met often. Nine months later he proposed to me and I just couldn’t say no, though I didn’t love him. Eventually we got married and whenever it was that time of the month I denied him sex, citing some stupid excuses, but went to see my ex, who was gladly having fun with me (which I enjoyed by the way).

My husband loves my kids, but he doesn’t know that they are not his. I am scared that one day he will find out.

Should I tell him or just hope and pray he doesn’t find out?


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This story is being written with both a happy heart and a very sad one too. It is a true life story -and this is not to say that the other stories have been fiction.

This is a story of someone who means the world to me and will always do. Even though she is married now … Yeah yeah yeah, am sure you are all calling me a nutter but it is a story I just have to share. Maybe it’s a way to get closure and tie a nice pink ribbon around this chapter of nice life *winks*.

Here it goes. She was my true love, my life, my world and she taught me the true meaning of the word “LOVE”. The postcard says it all in a simple statement but I actually let go of my soul mate.

Well, hard to believe I am writing and pouring my heart out on a piece of paper, but I do need to inform people out there that true love, really exists. I found mine many years ago, say about 20 years ago but I made the biggest mistake of letting her go. I remember her lovely smile, laughter, her bright eyes and warm heart.

She was truly God sent and she had it all. It started back then when I was an undergraduate in the university, a young freshman trying to make the best of complete freedom. I was just a simple guy, trying to enjoy life to the fullest, sleep with as many girls I could and have fun like “mad”, in short I was a “Jack the lad”. And as such I partied non stop and dated (I’m using that word dated very very loosely) many girls. I had a certain weakness for the opposite sex. Until I met her … her name means “I thank you Lord for wealth”.

For the purpose of this story, and seeing that every character needs a name I’ll call her Joy. Not just because she brought joy to my life but also for the fact that I’d like to protect her identity. But maybe my close friends and people who knew her then or went to the same university can hazard a guess.

I met Joy while driving out of my rented apartment back then in Uni days. I noticed a cute girl walking down the road, I slowed down just to catch a glimpse of the gal, she was so cute, our eyes locked as I drove past her. She was just dead simple. Simple in the sense that she had no makeup on, had her hair done in the traditional way, a hairstyle called shuku. (A popular hairstyle worn by our grandmothers in their own era, for those of you who don’t know what shuku is). LOL.

The first thing that came to my mind was “gosh she is cute” but immediately followed it up with a “hell no, how could a whole me, an aspiring BIG boy on campus be caught dead with such a simple girl”. All I wanted back then in school was date the happening gals with designers clothes, shoes, nice makeup, nails with good manicure and all the works. I just drove into the afternoon and my thoughts wondering off, thinking of which girl would be my next victim.

I hardly believed in the word “destiny” back then or better still as fate would have it, I saw her again a day later and discovered she lived very close to my house. Life went on as usual and I tried not to think about the girl I never met but I drove past her house almost every day, hoping I would see or meet her on the road again but it never happened. With no sign of her in the neighborhood I began my investigation for more info on my mystery lady. Result! I discovered that her dad was a lecturer in the university, and the first thing I did was to find out if he lectured any of my courses. Just didn’t want to fail any of my courses but it didn’t matter then because I still failed some anyways.

Days went by and it turned into weeks, I had kind of forgotten her because the opportunity never came up to meet her in person. One day, out of the blue, I was in my apartment and I heard a female voice, gosh I had to open the door just to check who the gal was. Nice voice, but very assertive. I jumped up, wore my pants and opened the door, I almost ran back .She was right in front of my door, talking to my neighbor, who was a born again Christian and that’s a story for another day. It came as a great surprise to discover that my friend next door knew this gal and I guess she must have seen the expression on my face as I ran out through the door. I maintainted a stare as I tried to reduce my speed. The look in her eyes told me she knew I had rushed out of my room to come check her out. I headed straight for the toilet just to cover up , murmuring a “Hi”. Her reply was a simple “hello”. I swear my liver failed me, I lost my nerve. Like a rabbit caught in the the lights I had a mental freeze. Do I stop and try for a full blown conversation, or shake hands. I just couldn’t think what to do.

By now I had a real reason to go to the toilet. Now I had urgent need for the toilet, my lost nerve was now accompanied by lack of bowel control. I flung myself onto the toilet bowl sitting with all of me tense. I could not even chance a fart, least is was too loud and she heard. I stayed in the toilet for few minutes and just listening to her voice which soothed me fine. I sat with my head in my hands while resting my elbows on my knee. A big Cheshire grin on my face as her voice washed over me.

Why didn’t I ask her name, Why did’t I stop and introduce myself? So many questions ran through my mind and I felt like a thief listening to her conversation. I heard her say her goodbye to my neighbour, so right on cue I ran out of the toilet to see her walking away. I watched her walking and swaying her small tiny bum bum (I hope she doesn’t read this o). ha ha ha. But I couldn’t stop staring. Before I knew what was happening, she turned back and caught me staring right at her bum. She smiled, I assumed, that’s the right word to use. I guess she must have also liked what she saw, let me big myself up too jare.

My friendly neighbour got the grilling of his life from me. I want to know everything about Joy I asked him so many questions. The report was good , all good which made me want to meet her more. The coming days got better and we ran into each other couple more times and I just smiled like a bushman, and we just said hello but I knew I had to do more than just saying hello. The opportunity finally presented itself and I took it. I really can’t remember how it happened, just that one day we started having full blow conversations. I feel fate, destiny and hard work were responsible for what happened next. Yes! You heard me right, serious hard work o. We got talking and the more I got to know her, the more I liked her.

Eventually I began to look forward to seeing her, spending time with her, listening to her talk. She had no boyfriend then because she just got out of one relationship. Gosh, you see what I mean when I said destiny had something to do with it. We were destined to be together. We got very close and yes most times I wanted to grab her, make love to her on every occasion but all I did was sit down, listen to her talk, watch her lips move, and my imaginations just kept running wild. The more I wanted her , the more I said she wasn’t my type because she was just naturally simple and had all the qualities I never saw in the type of ladies I would normally date.

For the first time in my life I found myself holding back from sleeping with a girl. I didn’t want to spoil the relationship (as it then was), because I was more into one night stands and quick affairs I was more than too happy when I noticed she cared a great deal as well but there was something so different about her. She was just herself, sweet, loving, caring but also very assertive and will tell you to your face how she feels. She had a sharp tongue and I was opportune to see her use it to great effect on some people. The more we hung-out the more I liked her. I was falling deep. The chemistry was impossible to deny I knew I couldn’t help, but to fall deeper. Oh my Gosh, I could draw the shape of her full blown lips, her soft and tiny boobs. I could tell from the hugs they were small o. I wasn’t such a coward, by then I was getting to first base, puppy love. But gosh I really wanted her. I couldn’t understand why I was holding back but felt to me like I was so in love with Joy I didn’t want to spoil it. A little bit of it was also the fear that having sex with her may burst the bubble, and I wanted her for keeps.

Joy was everything I ever wanted in a woman, she was a good Christian and God fearing. Loving and delicate, soft and easy to be around. She was my own special brand of virus and I was the terminal. Joy told me she had a fragile health but looking at her, you will never know because she was full of life and vigour. Okay I guess we where reaching the point of no return in our relationship. I knew this because it was becoming very difficult for me to hold down “Johnny boy” every time we made contact. So finally I decided to go in for the kill. I got us take away from a nice restaurant, took her back to my place, had wine and yes, yes I did use candles, it was nice and very romantic. That was when I knew I was in trouble. Is this what they call love? A whole Mr Iyanda, lighting candles, bringing out the romantic side of me.

We had dinner, chatted away thru the night, danced and kissed. The kisses are amazing, now I was back to the naughty kola, and all I did was bring out all the moves I had in my books because I just didn’t want it to stop but she always kind of withdrew whenever we kissed. The kisses were intense, passionate, oh my days. It was a night to remember, because for the first time in my life I knew it wasn’t just sex. All I had learnt was how to have sex but this was extraordinary. It was my body and soul While we were making love, in the heat of the moment, the passion was intense and I heard her murmur, I love you kolawole. Hmmmm it felt right but I wasn’t the loving guy then and I just held back not to say the 3 words …

Wow. So crazy I am writing all this stuff now, almost 20 years later. Afterwards, we just cuddled and held each other so tight, not wanting to let go, her head was placed on my chest and I felt her hot tears gently flowing on my chest. Sobbing quietly I knew I had to get out of this zone. This can’t be happening to me, I didn’t want love yet, or didn’t want the wahala of been committed to just one girl when I still had so many girls I wanted. I joked about something and we busted out laughing. I kissed her tears away and told her there and then that she will always be special to me, and ever since then she was all I talked about, wishing I didn’t let go much later on in the relationship. The beautiful moment was brought to an abrupt end, because she started feeling ill, she had serious pains and I never seen before. It spooked my something fierce. Before I knew what was happening, we were on our way to the school clinic she said we had to hurry. On getting there, right in front of me, she was rushed to the a private ward and I could tell the nurses and doctor were more like her friends.

I followed gently behind, like a well coreographed move the doctor and nurse went to walk on her. Injections to ease the pain, gloucose drip to keep the body hydrated, augmentine antibiotic drip to fight infection. My girl was suffering and I wass clueless and helpless. I was so scared and didn’t know what truly was happening. I was trying to be brave, but at the same time, I also felt like running away. Yes o, the fear was plenty I beg.

I knew she was going through hell and I wanted to be there for her, take away the pain and man up just for her. Like a real superwoman the light in her eyes were not diminished by the terrible pain of sickle cell anemia. I caught her eye through a space created when one nurse moved away. Joy smiled at me and mouthed “are you okay?”. Gbam! Knock out blow. She was just angel. I first taught she wasn’t of this world. Finally the doctors came in, ran some tests and I was brave enough to be with her all through.

She was admitted and I waited until her mum came down to be with her I finally left but I couldn’t sleep, my heart was heavy, my mind was all over the place, thinking what if something bad happens to her. I was scared that I was the last one with her and who brought her to the hospital. Secondly, I just wanted to be back in the hospital just to be with her and to take care of her. I dozed off and the first thing in the morning, I drove straight to the hospital and was at her bedside throughout the day.

Seeing her the next morning was just amazing even though she was in the hospital, she still had that amazing smile and was full of life .She was more concerned about me, asked If had eaten and all. All this just made my love for her grow with time, that I knew I was in love and had special feelings for this beautiful girl right in front of me.

Well folks, people, friends, family member, strangers, if you are still following the true life story of the love of my life .You just have to come back later on. I am so tired and don’t believe it is already 3 am here, I am writing this amazing story about my lost soul mate which dates back to over 20 yrs but with memories, I know I will cherish for the rest of my life. I will continue when I have the time. I am sure that will be later on tonight. LOL.

Stay tuned and please tell your loved ones you truly do love them as much as you can always .Nanite and God bless.


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“I Like the dreams of the future better that the history of the past “

This is key! It’s great to have just completed the contract of building the fourth mainland bridge. “Wow! That’s massive. Congratulations!” But today is Tuesday; all that achievement is history now!

In pidgin it is said, “I get am before no be property”, this means, I once had it, but do you still have it at the moment? Don’t hold on to the past so long, move on!

There’s a lot left to be achieved, more that a lot to be conquered, so why do you dwell on past glory? Remember it’s passed!

The future is pregnant with a lot in it, so why don’t you just forge ahead and go for what’s in front of you, or what else do you live for, if not for the dreams you have and pray it comes true.

Forgetting the past is to look forward to the future! Keep dreaming and living the dream.

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“No plan is worth the paper it is printed on unless it starts you doing something”

Oh, how much we love writing! Waking up, having a mental picture of how the day should go, making a to-do list, and even pasting it on our walls to act as reminders! But really, how many of us religiously work with it?

Sure, making plans is easy; remember “talk is cheap!” But then, it gets to that point when you have to act on it, and what happens, you suddenly loose interest or simply postpone it to a time that never surfaces.

So what was the point in writing it down if you wouldn’t do it! Nike says it all: “Just do it”

Just start, don’t be scared, you might make mistakes along the line but you will surely learn and get better by the day .

I can’t remember exactly when the ideas came to my head to start writing, it must have been years ago but I just knew I had to go to work with my plans, and so here am I!

Plan hard, but please, take the next step … DO!

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I can’t believe am actually writing this story. Memories flooding back and still can’t believe it actually happened to me. It was during the Easter breaks about 20 years ago , and it was on Easter Friday to be precise. I was a very adventurous young guy who just loved to pose, cruise around, showing off like any other teenager and wanted to fit into the clique of the so called Happening boys.

I attended all the parties available, maybe I got invited or not .Well, it was kind of easy because I had a car all to myself back then on campus and it was my ticket to most parties because I had to transport the girls to and from the parties. Also when I am back in Lagos, I had access to other cars we had at home at any point in time My friends and I decided that we were going to a popular beach in Lagos on that fateful Good Friday.

I woke up early, rushed to the barbers to get a haircut and was just waiting, hoping time will fly so we could set off early to the beach. I was really looking forward to it, because I had plans of “oppressing” (showing off). Lingo from the old school we used back then. I was going to oppress my friends and the gals that day. I had been on my father’s case to allow me drive his newest car. Wow, how can I forget this, it was a BRAND NEW Nissan Blue bird car with all the works. If you know what I mean. The car was barely 2 months old. I asked the old man if I could take the car out. Without even stopping to think the man relied with a big fat NO saying he was taking the car out himself.

I begged, pleaded, and even promised heaven and earth but he didn’t bulge. He also said he was going out to see some friends. But I wasn’t going to give up that easily. Finally I walked him to where the car was parked; he got into the car, started it and was on his way out of the compound. But he kept looking at me and I gave him this innocent look, as if I was going to cry. Suddenly my dad stopped the car and asked me to get the keys to one of his other cars. I was shocked when he turned round and handed me the keys to the Nissan. My knees almost buckled with joy, I jumped up on him 1 half in a bear hug, half in an embrace with my feet up in the air.

All he said was make sure you don’t stay out too late. The time finally came and we set out. We form a convoy of two car, me and my co-pilot (a friend of mine) followed by the second car with some of our other friends. As we drove, the music was on full blast, guaranteed to leave your ears ringing. Obviously we attracted attention from the headbanging and in car dancing that many people starred at us. The air conditioner was tight and we raced all the way to the beach but my friends in the other car couldn’t keep up. We finally had to wait for them when we got to the beach and it was difficult getting a spot to park. In my mind all I could think of was partying hard and showing off what I was going to claim to be my OWN new car.

We finally got a space to park , and my friends were lucky enough to have gotten a space right behind my car as well. That settled , we unloaded the cars ,found us a booth on the beach and party was underway. Walking along the beach browsing, I couldn’t believe the numbers of girls on the beach.My mission was to find a great looking gal and chat her up. Which I did not too long after we arrived. We got drinking, chatting and danced to the music blasting out so loud. Asked my new friend where she lived and before she could offer an answer, I said “never mind, I would definitely be dropping you off at home later”. I guess that did the job, because she started lavishing me with attention, and then a few kisses followed.

I was on cloud nine, freshly shaved hair new car driving, hot gal kissing ,Hennessy drinking fly guy. I was now the envy of some of my friends and onlookers. Swaggerific!! It must have been after about 3 or 4 hours, when I told my friends it was time for us to head out and we all agreed, now I was kind of merry from the Hennessy I had been drinking , trying to impress my gal. Well, at least she was my gal now o. With arms around my new chick’s shoulder, we walked towards the car , and all that came to my mind then was, hey Iyanda, you better try and control yourself.

By now I was half human half drunken idiot and naturally I started talking to myself. I knew I had consumed way too much to alcohol. But chai there was no way I was going to mess up my swagger in front of this beautiful gal. My friends tried to calm me down as they too had notice I was in the verge of doing something crazy. Some even offered to drive me home, but I refused. My logic being one; my shit hot new car was waiting to be cruised some more, two; this smoking hot girl in my arm need to feel ALL of my swag. So I shouted back “once I get behind the wheels, ain’t nothing stopping me from getting home” as I lead the march back to the car park.

Maybe it was hallucination but I started seeing my dad’s face and his last words when he gave me his beloved car “Kola Be careful”. Finally we made it to the car park and it was jammed with more cars than I remember seeing when we arrived. I had walked past the place we actually parked the cars still talking to my new girlfriend. A call from the boys brought me back to life “hey Kola where are you going”. They had spotted the cars.

I turned around, with my gal in one arm and a bottle of Hennessy in the other. I walked back to where my friends were standing and I just reached into my pocket for the car keys, but the next thing one of my friend said sounded strange because he asked if I had come back to move my car and casually I answered No.

That’s when my world came crashing down on me. I took another second to process the the question. Then for what seemed like an eternity I looked right ,and saw my friend’s car then left, where my car (well my father’s, but since am driving its mine). SHHIIITTT!! I turned in a circle trying to get a complete panoramic view of the car park. All the cars where as we left them, except mine wasn’t there.

That sick feeling in the bottom of my stomach began to burn with the feel of trouble. I started running about the car park in a panic. First a dash here, then stopping to spin around like a headless chicken, then taking flight in another direction. The only thing missing was my arms on my head screaming “e gba mi o”. “Am dead” I kept saying to myself.

Running back to my mates the alcohol haze was beginning to lift fast to be replaced by complete and total shock. We all look at one another and all I wanted to hear was “Hey kola April fool”, but Oh NO, this is real. Now I was sweating like a mad man even though it was a very windy evening. I was in total shock, didn’t know what I was doing. I was almost in tears but couldn’t bring myself to tears, we started searching for the car but before I knew it I was on my knees and I was checking under the parked cars for my own car.

Fear was making me irrational as I entered more into a confused state of mind. I had heard stories of peoples cars been stolen but I never imagined I would be part of the list as well. It finally beginning to dawned on me that my Dad’s car had been stolen. Oh my Lord I just couldn’t think, cry or do breath. My friend ushered us to get into his car with the intention of going to the nearest police station. But I was so glad when I saw some police men in their patrol van not too far off. I jumped out of the moving vehicle and I ran towards the cops, I remember my words, “please please help me my father’s car has been stolen”.

To my utmost surprise, the policeman was so calm. He looked at me with eye that said spoiled boy has lost his father’s car. Then he did the most unexpected thing , he busted out in laughter, asking me if I was serious when he finally stopped. For a moment I thought all was well as he began to ask me question regarding the theft.

Apparently the police office hadn’t finished ridiculing me. He called over his colleagues and said “Nah this boy o”, pointing to me “he just threw away a whole car, em papa brand new car”. Gosh I was furious but all I could do was stare blankly at him pained. He finally took the details and, picked up his radio, this was almost 15 minutes later, am sure the thieves would have passed the border by now, and this silly policeman was just there making fun of me and lazily sent the message across the radio waves.

Honestly I lost two things that night, the car was gone and so was my new girlfriend. She had disappeared into thin air, my one great quality was now gone. No car driving boyfriend instead a young boy crying over his stolen car.

Now for damage limitations. I asked my friends to take me straight to the radio station, and I ran a public announcement on air, telling them a car belonging to Iyanda’s father was stolen, blah blah blah. This was followed by a call home. I got my sister on the phone and told here to put on the radio and make sure my dad listened to the announcement. I did all this without even telling the owner that his car had been stolen. I just wanted an easier way out of the mess. Now I just had to accept I was a dead man. Going home was the last thing I wanted to do.

However to my utmost surprise, my silly friends were not ready to go home, so they proceeded to a joint in another part of town and the topic for the night was how my car was stolen. The last thing I wanted to do right now was to have fun. I would shoot these disloyal friends if I had the chance.

Finally it was going home time and the nearer we got to my house the less friends in the car. They were all dropping off one at a time. Inside I was wishing that some of my mate would come in with me to face my father, but I wasn’t surprised when the last of them said it was so late to go in with me. Wow, I stood alone in front of my gate, wondering maybe it was worth it to go in or just run away. I finally summoned up courage and walked into the house and my siblings were waiting, asking one question after another. I asked after my dad and was told he was in bed. This can’t be possible, how can he be in bed, did he think I was joking, but hey I quietly walked into my room and just locked the door, I double checked the door was property locked because I didn’t want any surprise visitor at night. If you know what I mean.

Next morning I just went to my father’s room very early, and immediately I saw him. I just got on the floor and prostrated, stretching out like an eagle. I pleaded and said that I was so sorry. All this while, he had not looked at me and behaved as if he was not listening and when I was done apologizing, all he said was are you OK and hope it wasn’t stolen at gun point which I quickly replied” No Sir”. He just said we will talk later and which we eventually did. But I was shocked at the way he behaved and that made me even feel worse. He was so calm and didn’t get angry at all. I prayed so hard for him not to take my own car away from me and he never did. Well maybe that’s why I adore the man. Well I am still yet to replace the car. That was a terrible Easter present I got that year. I never went to the beach until many years later and I didn’t take my car. I went with friends because I wasn’t ready to take any more risk.


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Did I ever tell you that I was once a medical student? Well, now you know. I told you, you have to stay glued to this site to know more about Iyanda

Well I specialized in an entirely different field known as ……….LWKM! Stay tuned and you will find out more about my humble self soon.

It was during a ward round back in my days as an aspiring doctor, we were in the teaching hospital where we tagged along with our consultants. The consultants train us in assessing the patients and show us the clinically ways, cases, signs and symptoms of the patients. Most times we have to do a small presentation about what kind of disease the patient has. Followed by series of questions from the consultant I really loved it and looked forward to the ward rounds back then. Yeah right.

During ward rounds, you could be called upon to either answer questions or perform some examinations on the patient. Honestly speaking, I did try my best most times but I was never asked the right questions. Better put I was never asked the questions I had answers too.

This day stands out clearly in my memory. I remember it so well because I was the center of attention. I was asked to mention 6 symptoms associated with a disease but mid way through I lost the use of my tongue and when that happens you get told off by the consultant.

Wowsers I was descended upon like a ton of bricks by this particular consultant. He called out my name ‘ADISA, in a slow deliberate manner which just spelt all kinda of trouble. “Adisa” he said again “It’s either you have no brains or you left yours at home” Gosh I almost passed out, with a mixture of total ineptitude and shame I hoped for the floor to open up and consume me. Which was too much to ask for as it happened so I turned red instead.

I begged God for a miracle to happen and it eventually did but I never expected such a big one. I noticed a colleague of mine while I was been questioned by the consultant. He was the one who laughed the most while I was being humiliated. Can you imagine what happened next a ‘doctor to be’ the student suddenly dropped to the floor like a pack of cards, we all moved back to give the consultant room to examine this new patient -our classmate- but the consultant bent down and removed the guy’s tie, he had fainted. When he recovered some few minutes later, he was disoriented.

He was helped to a sitting position and was immediately turned into the patient by the consultant. The consultant asked us what the problem was with our new patient. Listing a litany of possible symptoms my colleagues and I just couldn’t find the right one. The consultant looked at him and asked him a simple question ‘have you eaten today? and he replied ‘No Sir’ he retorted in a very soft inaudible voice. It was more of a shock to discover that he had not eaten anything but what amazed us was the way he drank the bottle of coke, that was bought for him .Even the consultant couldn’t help laughing.

I busted out laughing out so hard, see this silly guy that made so much fun of me, now has became the topic of the day. What a mad world we live in. You won’t believe what happened to him the following day, the real patients refused to let my colleague examine them because their weren’t sure he wasn’t going to pass out again.


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@ Inosenduatall

Thanks appreciate the comments

The story is true life.It happened to me when I went to study in Russia some years ago .

I do have couple of more stories i posted here on nairaland

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Well, it was truly an experience at the hands of this beautiful, sexy girl on campus. It was one of those nights in college. You know the ones I mean. When the night air is charged electric, adrenaline pumping through the your body you can hear the bass in your ear. All I had on my mind was to have a mad night of fun with this sweet girl I had just met and hardly knew.

Biola, was her name if memory serves. Well you didn’t think I was going to mention her name … did you? Anyways (sic), she was a lovely gal as mentioned earlier and was so happy when I ran into her earlier in the day. I had been on her case for a minute, telling her how attracted I was to her blah, blah, blah. You know how we do.

We agreed to meet up later that night. I was way excited about the prospects of our date, I took her to the most famous restaurant in the college back then. The evening was great and was getting better the longer the night went. Diner was awesome and I was all pepped up, ready to have a wonderful night.

After paying the bills and all we ended up in the car park, got talking and we started kissing passionately. BOOM the night was going according to plan. I managed to convince her to move to the back seat with me, which she politely declined to do, but with much honey tongued persuasion she finally gave in.

It was the perfect setting for any mischief. Darkness. No light in the car park area which further added to my excitement. Anything can happen. struggling to find her lips was fun and I got carried away. She suddenly asked me to stop. Which I did, cooled down the passions a bit we relaxed some then continued again.

All of a sudden she started shouting NO! NO!! NO!!! I could hear odd sounds, but wasn’t sure it was me? The way she held on so tight to me but was still saying “NO” was not making any sense to me. I thought she was talking to me. To make the situation more confusing she began yelling “please”!, “please”! That’s when I began to realized it wasn’t me she was talking to.

By now it had began to rain outside the car. Am sorry, did I say rain I mean storm. The thunder and lightning plus the pitch darkness wasn’t helping the situation but I was trying to be a man. As you can guess my imagination was running in different directions. I asked her what was wrong and she would answer or talk to me. I was so scared, trying not to shake but very close to tears. Asking what was happening and getting nothing in return.

The next thing she said was “don’t move, they are close”. Gosh, I almost passed. She said this while I was trying to make my way back to the driver’s seat from the back where we were seated. At this point I knew I was a dead man because she had started using words like “no please, I am begging”. I have never prayed as hard as I did that night. Yes I was now living my nightmares, thoughts of friends and family flooded my subconscious. I was going to die.

The last thing she did was cover both our mouths with her hands telling me not to talk and she kept silent as well. We must have sat down like that for 5 minutes but it felt like an eternity to me, I was sweating profusely and I even made promise to stay away from girls.

Then she said “THEY ARE GONE, WE CAN GO NOW” that was the best thing that came out of her mouth that night. With no shirt on, legs shaking I managed to crawl to the front seat with her. Tried starting the car but my nervousness got the better part of me and all I had in mind was to get away from that place as soon as possible but the car refused to start. I prayed for forgiveness of all my sins and promised God never to touch another gal again.

I turned around and looked at her, the tears were all gone and she had this big smile on her face. All I heard from her, was kola relax now, that I should take it easy and we should go to my house.

I was lost for words, I quietly started the car and drove towards the girl’s hostel. She attempted to touch me but I told her I had to concentrate. I dropped her and drove straight to my house, picked up my bible and prayed all through the night.

I saw her the next day at school, I tried avoiding her but she walked up to me smiling, laughing more like it and said “OK come on I was joking” Well maybe she was joking, maybe it was a spiritual attack, I didn’t want to find out but it had been such a terrible night for my nerves and most especially my heart.

Ever since then I stopped trying to get intimate with girls…..until 2 days later


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Brothers are meant to be tough but I wonder what happened to mine. He had lived abroad for over 20 years and didn’t come home once in those 20 years but after much persuasion from my parents, he decided to come visit.

I was more than happy to see him again after such a long time but was more excited for what I knew I was going to get from him. I picked him up at the airport and we hugged, exchange pleasantries and checking each other out we joked about who had gained more weight and all. On our way out I noticed how tightly he clung to his bag, commenting and asking a million and one questions about the guys loitering around in the car park of the international airport.

I assured him not to worry about them, that Nigeria was a lovely place now and very safe as well. Hahahaha. Well, deep down in my heart I knew I had told a major lie but hey all I was interested in was what he brought back and how I was going to make money off him. The poor guy never knew I had my own plans of getting him down to Nigeria to obtain as much as I could from him back then.

Well, he quickly settled down and was behaving like his old usual self, back then when he was in Nigeria , he was a tough cookie .He had this thing about him like he feared no one and he was such a tough macho guy so I guess he just kept up the swag in him. Hours rolled into Days and I kept noticing little anxious reflexes if u know what I mean.

At times just at the sound of people talking aloud, yeah right, I mean like people screaming about pouncing on each other I noticed he would tell us to get out of there so fast. I thought he was being a matured guy, and maybe he didn’t want to be in such an environment. Meanwhile I was the complete opposite, always rooted to the spot when I see such things happening and trying to cheer on and catch a glimpse of the action but most times he just pulled me away from the scene.

He kept asking why police men had machine guns and were parading it with so much ease and all. I just laughed it off and said he would get used to it. It was one of those night and I took him out for a drink and when we finally got home, I was just fagged out, I guess it was due to the traffic or better still too much alcohol in the system.

I went straight to bed. In the middle of the night, I noticed someone trying to wake me up, it was initially quiet taps on my back then all of a sudden it turned out to be proper slaps, I rolled around and couldn’t find my bro, because the room was dark, but noticed I was the only one on the bed, and behold I saw a full grown macho guy lying down face down on the floor, trying to get under the bed. He ushered me to keep quiet and listen.

While trying to open my eyes fully, I heard the drums roll sound of gunshots and my heart beat doubled and what was I suppose to do , the only guy I looked up to back then was lying on the floor, telling me to join him. I busted out laughing and I told him it was mere fireworks by some small time robbers, that it was normal. Hahaha. Small time robber’s, yeah right …..

Did I say small time robbers? To be honest I was more confused but was just trying to put up a brave face. How could I look him in the eyes after assuring Nigeria was so safe now and the police were working round the clock?

Next day, I walked in on him, talking to our dad and my dad asked why my brother was so much interested in moving his ticket to an earlier date .I busted out laughing, recalling what he encountered last night.

What was more surprising was realizing that I had become a part of the system as well .The REAL SMALL TIME ROBBER was actually his own bro, who made money from exchanging his hard earned pounds at a lesser price, buying needed stuffs at double the prices and so on.

Well later, just before he left he actually confessed that he had been scared and worried from day one because of all the stories he heard about Nigeria.

A few days later he returned to London, never to be seen in Nigeria again. I few year later he finally did come home, maybe London was more like a second Nigeria with the crime rate so high as well. Hahahaha …. just joking o

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I have heard of prayer points and people asking to be prayed for but i was perplexed with this prayer request. It was a prayer request by a gal who wanted to be successful in a chosen career .You really dont want to know what line of business she needed special prayer for

Wonders shall truly never end o! Imagine I witnessed a lovely girl who has been prayed for to be very successful in a chose career. I was opportuned to be present in the church in a beautiful city called holy land. It was during one of those mid-week services, i noticed this very light skinned girl. Gosh she was stunning.

Even though she had a white garment on all i could see was her curves, she had such a captivating smile. I couldn’t stop staring at her and tried to caution myself because i was in church.

There was a lot of dancing that was when I noticed her figure more. Her dancing stood out; moving to the beats of the drums like she was dancing to R & B.

Well maybe it was just my own imagination. My mind drifted off briefly because I had to control myself and asked for forgiveness because of my thoughts.

Going back to the girl in question, I eventually had the opportunity to meet her after church. We got talking and gosh I wouldn’t give her a minute kept asking question after question. She managed to answer all, one which was ‘what do you do?’ she replied and said she will tell me later.

I walked her to the station, told her I thought she was very attractive and with this welcoming smile, she said ‘don’t worry you can and will see me as much as you can’.

About a day later, she told she was going away for a day or two but after much pressure, she said she had to spend some days in the church for special prayers and she eventually told me it was pertaining to her job that things have been slow.

I was tripped and happy that she was God-fearing so I just laughed it off and told her to pray for me.

I didn’t get to see her or speak to her for about 5 days and was just looking forward to seeing her again and waited patiently.

As mentioned earlier, I was in the beautiful city of Holland. I decided to take a walk with a friend to some nice bars and club. It was a night crawling thing.

We ended up in the street of Amsterdam and we were busy admiring the girls trying to see and make the best of the nite. I cant remember how or why we ended up in the most beautiful place in Holland ….hahahahaha .Well your guess is as good as mine for people who have been to Holland .

I was carried away with the lifestyle , booze , activities going on around me and i was so high from the smell of weed since it was legal in Holland and we just kept chatting and checking out the girls.

Here and behold I just saw my dream girl docked in a glass closet. Almost totally bare, she almost fainted as well. Gosh I was so shocked, my friend had to tap me on the shoulders and said gosh what a beautiful girl and asked if I knew her.

It was then it occurred to me she was in fact a prostitute and she came to the church to pray for more clients. I walked away and started laughing wasn’t sure why I was laughing.

Maybe the thought of seeing my dream girl or maybe seeing her in church and went through special prayers to get a boost in her career or finally maybe I asked myself how I found myself in the middle of the night in RED LIGHT DISTRICT. But as i said i was just on holiday and visited few places…….laughing out loud


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The topic says it all. It was my first day in an odd ,cold, strange, and later discovered to be interesting country. Did I say cold, I meant freezing country -the word permafrost comes to mind first- because I ended up in the North of Russia. Think minus double digits cold, think so COLD black people don’t live here voluntarily. Now that I’ve got that off my chest let’s continue.

Honestly I also don’t know how I found myself in the country but I was determined to make the best of a terrible situation. Got admission into a prestigious university in a lovely city called Arkhangelsk situated in the North of Russia. With just the thought of getting out of Nigeria my main concern, I really could care where Arkhangelsk was, let alone try to pronounce it.

The day finally came and I met the other students at the airport and we chatted for a while , getting to know one another until we boarded the flight .It was a long flight but it was nice and was just eager to get out there and start a new chapter in my life .

We landed in Moscow which is the capital and i was impressed with what I saw, I was told it was a developing country like Nigeria.What a joke. Yeah right this was totally a developed country so I thought and It wasn’t as cold as I had imagined it would. Maybe that’s because I was well prepared. I was layed. with 2 trousers on, 2 t-shirts and various items of clothing I was all padded and ready for whatever temperature I found myself in.

We had to board a connecting flight to Arkhangelsk which is in the Northern part of Russia. Arriving about an hour later and on getting off the plane, we were ushered through the immigration and customs, and of course with this comes form filling and all that red tape. I was shocked to discover that very few people spoke English but was glad when a lady walked up to us and introduced herself as the representative of the school. Her function was to help us navigate the Russian officialdom, translating and all what not. In short Settle the new students.

But out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed people staring at us. Some actually stopped in their tracks and I could feel the intensity of their gaze. While still trying to adjust to the people staring, I could see some of them smiling and giggling, pointing at us and other laughing off their heads. We summoned up courage and agreed we should smile back and just be as friendly and wave.

Wow!! Was surprised at the outcome it worked, the young gals waved back which immediately made us smile and wave hardly, and could see the elderly ones staring so hard, although still a little surprised we were happy to see smiling faces so it was all good. We proceeded to pick up our luggage, while waiting we saw a group of young lads looking at us funnily and we decided to use the same strategic , we waved at them and BOOM, It worked and to my utmost surprise they did manage to wave back but with words as well, the more they waved, the more we did as well, and they kept saying a word, “обезьяна”

Which we assumed was hello in Russian language,they laughter around us in the airport got louder and I thought it was just a way of welcoming us into the city. Our guide kept telling us to stop waving, and we initially ignored her until we discovered she was upset and was almost shouting at us to stop it. She couldn’t help it anymore and we asked her why that we were only being friendly, suddenly the cheering was dying down and she blurted out the meaning of the word.

“обезьяна”, wow such a hot powerful strong word, meant monkey. Oh my God, I almost passed out, here we are in the middle of nowhere and been cheered on only to discover that we were being called called monkeys.I personally wished the ground would open up and swallow me. The next words that came out of my mouth was, “where can I find the bookshop”?

Some of the people I came with were shocked and still didn’t understand why I needed to get to the bookshop but I knew if I was in Rome, I had to behave like the Roman blah, blah….

Hahaha so right there and then I had my first language lesson. Hot with all kinds of emotions I bought a dictionary, well to be honest I got two as a matter of fact, a pocket one to go with me everywhere and the other one was going to be my second book of life while in Russia.

Well watch out for more stories on my life in Russia because I later discovered the country is filled with nice friendly people and I did meet a lot of good people and still have them as friends till now.

I finally devised a method that worked faster than even the dictionary. Am sure I got you wondering what the method is.

Stay tuned and keep the frequency open.


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I was so caught up in my mission for the night that I actually lost track of the time, I was rooted to the dance floor looking around like a lion hunting for his prey. Gosh this can’t be happening to me, I have to go home with a girl and before long, my taste had changed drastically. I was on full rose tinted glasses mode. Gone was my search for only beautiful lovely girls but now, with the aid of alcohol every girl just looked so pretty to me.

Before long I noticed the light of the club started going on and off which was the normal way of saying the night was coming to an end. Finish your drinks, get the digits, and anything else you need course this establishment is close in a few minutes.Gosh I was furious but I don’t give up easily, am sure people who know me by now can testify.

So I deviced a new stategy on the spot. I was the first to get to the entrance of the club where I was to implement my second strategy, which was to mount a small road block at the gate and challenge anyone as they made their way. Girls strolled past me absolutely ignoring my attempts to stop and talk to them. Some already hooked up with a partner and other ones came out in groups which neutralized my tactics.

The cold was gradually stealling my warmth after about 20 minutes of said road block. After a few more minutes in the cold I finally gave up and decided to walk home instead of using the bus, hoping against all hope to bump into a desperate free girl like me. My house was about a 20 minute walk away from the club.

I staggered along, still very tipsy although eyes were wide open, still hoping I might meet someone. Barely five minutes into my walk, a car pulled up beside me, the glass rolled down and I was so happy when I saw it was a lady driving this lovely car. Game back on. I flashed my winning smile and thanked the Lord for the opportunity of a third chance to score tonight.

She was a dark skin girl, I could tell she was big and had her face slightly covered with her long hair which I could tell was an extension. Well it didn’t matter to me at this point in time. All I wanted was a steaming passionate night she looked at me with a lovely smile and said hi, I replied hello and she followed up asking if I had just left the club around the corner. With a big smile, I said yes and before long, she was the one chatting me up asking if I knew any other club around that we could go hang out.

I couldn’t believe my luck, so it’s true God actually works in mysterious ways. Here I am after so much stress, and all hard work done tonight, I am blessed with this miracle. Talk about taking risk, I reached for the car door and jumped into the car. I heard the door lock clicked. We headed towards a different club, which was some 5 minutes away from where she met me.She turned to face me and stretched out her hand to shake me, and now I heard the tone of the voice clearly, Am Sharon she said, and I replied Michael. Alarm bells.

I quickly accessed my trophy for the day and almost passed out. She was bigger than I thought and I felt something wasn’t quite right, she had lips bigger than mine, big eye balls, big hands, a big head, everything big. All the alcohol drained from my system and I became very sober sharpish. My first thought was to open the car and jump out. I keep staring at her and her look was different. She asked me what was wrong.

Can this be true, I asked myself, hoping and praying I was wrong. How do I get out of this situation like this I thought to myself. I tried to keep calm and asked if she had any cigarettes on her, she answered in the negative while placing her hand on my leg. I almost passed out, her hand was twice the size of mine. This was no joke, it was real o. I quest to score a chick had taken a wrong turn and I was in a place I never dreamed I’d every find myself. This calls for a swift escape plan.

I noticed the off-license store was still open, and asked if I could stop to get some cigarettes,Now the voice had changed as well, to a full deep baritone voice. I guess she felt I was okay with the whole scenerio. “No problem” she said. The car came to a halt, and she had to help me with the door. I was a shaking bag of nerves by now. I heard the click of the door unlock. And like the sound of the starter pistol is a race I jumped out of the car. My fear had gotten the better part of me.

I made the move as if I was going to the shop, turned around and ran as fast as I could, I crossed the road without looking out for cars on the road. Thank God it was late in the night, as I didn’t stop running until I got home. Looking back to see maybe I was been followed by my lovely girl. Thank God it was not too far from my house. I hurriedly opened the door, and didn’t even attempt to put on the light. I just look out the window to check for the last time. I prayed and thank God for his mercies.

So it is true, be careful what you wish for. I was picked up by a MAN, yes you heard me right a Man, who I believe was a transvestite. I had seen them in movies, but this was my first experience coming across one in a real life situation. Looking back now, you can imagine what could have happened to me if I had been too drunk and I had agreed to follow him to his place. Maybe I would have been on pampers for a long time. LOL What a mad world we truly live in.

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