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 Car Talk / Re: Rate This Car Transformation On A Scale Of 1-10. by keelsors: 2:23pm On Feb 05 |
You can put a tuxedo on a goat. It is still a goat. 3 Likes |
| Literature / Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by keelsors: 9:24pm On Jan 03 |
You finally took the bold step to end this story. Kudos to you for making that bold decision. I don't see 'Freke doing anything significant with his life anymore. I had already lost hope in the dude a long time ago. Unfortunately, he still wallows in self pity. His dreams will continue to be that - dreams - unless he picks himself up and makes an effort. That's why Jonjo will always continue to lord over him as a man and have his "girl" and "love of his life". Even little Clementina that he so stupidly decided to let his manhood think for him over still listened to Jonjo's advice over his. 'Freke wil continue to remain irrelevant as a man except he changes his ways. That's his true awakening. Unfortunately he currently sounds like someone who would one day, sooner rather than later, find himself somewhere on the 3rd mainland bridge staring down at the waves below, gathering the courage before taking the final plunge. By the way, what happened to the sultry Lizzy? The last time she was mentioned was when she took 'Freke to the prophetess and came back without a word to him. 1 Like 1 Share |
| Politics / Re: Governor Adeleke: I Went To Thailand To Rest, Check My Medicals by keelsors: 7:23pm On Dec 13, 2023 |
He went to check out if stories about those thai massages were true. 1 Like |
| Romance / Re: Was I Born Just To Have Problems? by keelsors: 10:23pm On Dec 05, 2023 |
My friend, life is not a bed of roses and not how Hollywood makes it seem to be. You are not the only person on this earth that is unique to this. I tell you, I often feel the same. Things other's get easily come as extra efforts. But it's not by how often you feel down, but how you get up, dust yourself up, and learn from the lesson. So many doors may shut in your face. The one door that will lead you to greatness has yet to be opened. 1 Like |
| Literature / Re: The Divorced Housemates (Erotic, 18+) by keelsors: 5:33pm On Oct 23, 2022 |
aprilwise: She might have been moaning Richard's name while being f@cked by the masseur. |
| Education / How Can I Help A Friend Who Doesn't Seem To Want To Help Herself? by keelsors: 9:53pm On Apr 27, 2022 |
I have this "friend" of mine who does not seem to want to improve herself. I know part of her problem is financial, but I keep telling her to move forward one day at a time. I was in the exact situation she is now a couple of years ago where I could not even afford to pay rent, let alone feed and pay bills, but I had to make some tough decisions which later improved my life significantly. I’ve tried to make her take some decisions, make some moves, but it seems she’s afraid or unwilling to make those steps. The gigs I introduced her to(Amazon Flex Delivery, Doordash) to earn extra cash eventually did not pan out and her accounts were deactivated. The certification exams she registered for never came to fruition. She even failed the only one she took, and never bothered to retake it until her retake voucher expired. Everyday she complains about how her landlady treats her like a slave, as she has held her hostage because she couldn’t pay her rent in time. The lady has given subtle threats to evict her multiple times. I’ve told her it’s time for her to move out and she should not wait until the lady kicks her out, but till today, that has not happened. I’m honestly getting tired of hearing her daily complaints and issues she’s going through as I’ve told her several times what she has to do to get out of the rut she’s in. More often than not I tune out her voice whenever she complains, but I do feel bad for her. I also want to stop borrowing her money, as she owes me upwards of two grand. I’m not the type to take advantage of people's situations either, as I've heard and read of many situations where a guy "helps" a girl financially in exchange for sex. I know this girl can't pay me back the money she owes, even though she keeps saying she will once she gets on her feet. How long that will take, I have no idea. |
| Literature / Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by keelsors: 2:56pm On Dec 24, 2020 |
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| Literature / Re: His Neighbor's Wife by keelsors: 2:16am On Dec 11, 2020 |
I believe death is too simple and easy end for characters like Mezie. People like him don't deserve quick death. They deserve to suffer unimaginable pain. Make them realize their bad deeds and waste away slowly. Just like how Madume was blinded, wasted away and hung himself in Elechi Amadi's "The Concubine". 3 Likes |
| Literature / Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by keelsors: 12:59pm On Dec 04, 2020 |
Kaycee9242: Show? Shebi I talk am the last time. I talk then make ihn kukuma end the story but people were calling for my head. That "give me one month" na just yarn. Today's December 4th. B4 u know it Xmas go show and still no new updates. Make we talk true. We want him to continue just because we don't want 225 katakata street to end. The story has run its course. He has tried writing this for as long as he has. My advice, Centino? If at all you have the time and decide to update, make it one last and lengthy one and end the story so you can face whatever you are doing squarely. 6 Likes |
| Politics / Re: Tanko Muhammad Swears In Eight Supreme Court Judges by keelsors: 2:02pm On Nov 06, 2020 |
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| Travel / Re: Trailer Transporting Airplane Causes Gridlock In Edo by keelsors: 4:55am On Oct 18, 2020 |
This is nothing new. Planes have been transported by road several times. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iX3xhpkpQyA&ab_channel=NJRE https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7zcyTC4KjA&ab_channel=MOTORIZADO 1 Like |
| Travel / Re: Air Peace Takes Delivery Of 8th ERJ-145 Jet (Photos) by keelsors: 2:03pm On Oct 12, 2020 |
For those interested, please see the history of this plane https://www.planespotters.net/airframe/embraer-erj-145-5n-bxf-air-peace/e011n2 |
| Literature / Re: His Neighbor's Wife by keelsors: 2:28pm On Oct 06, 2020 |
Rosemary33: God give you the strength to carry on your good motherly and wifely duties. May your brain remain oiled and may your pen never run dry as you dish out your juicy updates, unlike some other "authors" we know. |
| Literature / Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by keelsors: 4:17pm On Oct 05, 2020 |
genius43: What he said is true - bitter, but it's the truth. It's not about anything personal. The suspense is no longer there if readers have to wait for so long for each update. These days, the zeal to read doesn't seem to be there anymore. We all know people are busy, but it doesn't hurt to dedicate a little time to this story. It's better he ends it on a high and conclude the story rather than taking so long to give updates. 4 Likes |
| Literature / Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by keelsors: 11:10pm On Oct 04, 2020 |
Rainer8: I'm sorry but that's just the way I feel. I'm not faulting him for having other priorities and I commend him for taking it this far. |
| Literature / Re: Number 225 Katakata Street by keelsors: 9:42pm On Oct 04, 2020 |
I'm sorry to say this, but people are beginning to lose interest in this story. I know work and other things get in the way, but it is getting stale if we have to wait almost 3 to 4 weeks for each update. The fact that you even incorporate days-old events into each update makes it seem like after each update, the characters are suspended in time until the next update is dropped in the current clime. You can do a bit better bro in terms of updates. 6 Likes 1 Share |
| Literature / Re: African Literature - PDF Download by keelsors: 12:00pm On Oct 03, 2020 |
Two things - 1. Do you accept PayPal? I do not put my card details on sites. 2. Can you find me a book titled "Sex is a Nigger" by Naiwu Osahon? I've been looking for that book for almost 10 years now. Thanks. |
| Foreign Affairs / Re: Portuguese President Marcelo Helps Rescue Two Women At Sea by keelsors: 3:03pm On Aug 18, 2020 |
Kusheer: And let's say, in a different world, PMB did something like this, it's people like you that would still come here and say "I wish he had drowned". |
| Romance / She Can't Seem To Accept I Have To Stay Away For Some Time Due To Ramadan. by keelsors: 8:39pm On May 14, 2019 |
I met Kike (name has been changed to protect the privacy of individual) at La Campagne Tropicana during a beach party I was invited to about a year ago. She is a barrister who served and was later retained by a prominent law firm on the Island while I work in Ilupeju for a graphics design firm. She was a friend of the babe of the host who was an acquaintance of mine. I had worked on a design for his company once in the past and we had kept in touch, he throwing side jobs my way once in a while. We struck it off quite well during the party and we exchanged numbers and remained in touch. I waited for about a month before asking her out and after doing a bit of shakara for a few weeks, she finally agreed to be my girl. We commenced our relationship, and we were quite good with each other. One thing I found out was she was the clingy type who always wanted attention, and I tried my best to pamper her as well as treat her with a bit of tough love every now and then. She always wanted to have her way all the time, and that caused a bit of friction between us at first, but I later figured out to accept her the way she was. I also found out she had so many friends, both male and female, and her phones always rang off the hook. I didn’t introduce sex into our relationship until much later. We had been dating for about three months by then. One Friday morning, she had called me to tell me she had come down with a bout of fever. Her boss had told her to take the rest of the day off to take care of herself. I happened to be on the Island coming from showing a client some designs at that moment and told her I would branch a pharmacy and get her some medication. I got to her house with the medications and some take-away packs of food I had suggested for her since she mentioned she hadn’t had anything since the afternoon the day before. I didn’t observe anything wrong with her when she let me in – maybe a slight rise in temperature, but nothing unusual. I did remember she had told me she had been working hard and long hours on a very intense case for the past week or so, and I attributed her illness to just stress and lack of proper sleep. I fed her a little of the ice cream I had brought along and kept the fried rice, chicken and carton of juice in her fridge for later. I gave her some Acetaminophen for her slight fever. She did not seem as sick as she had made it out to be – if anything she was unusually extra-clingy. She didn’t want me to leave when I wanted and insisted I stay with her till evening. I told her I had to get back to work but she just whined like a spoilt little girl. She went as far as seizing my car keys, wallet and phones, hiding them from sight when I had gone to use the restroom. After begging her for a long while, I just gave in and reluctantly agreed to stay. I begged her to at least give me the phones to call the office to let my boss know I wouldn’t be back until much later and with a triumphant smile on her face, she walked to her room to retrieve them. My eyes never left her as she sauntered to her bedroom in her bum shorts and halter top. She came out after a few moments and cuddled up into my arms as I made the call to my boss. Kike made sure I stayed till late that day. I had long given up hope on ever going back to the office. There was really no point in going anymore because by the time I would get out of traffic, it would have been long after work hours. My boss had called again and after listening to an excuse I had come up with, he told me to just drop the files on his desk on Monday. Kike just sat there with a wry smile on her face as she watched me take the call. I told her I was going to leave soon and she said I was going nowhere. She told me I was spending the night there. I wanted to protest, but thought better of it and clammed shut. After eating the fried rice I had brought earlier for dinner, we sat watching TV. She was cuddled up in my arms, her body partially sprawled across my chest as I half-sat-half-lay on the sofa. Her mind was not on the movie we were watching. She was more focused on making sure we had as much body contact as possible as we lay there. I was trying hard to watch the movie but she didn’t let me. She kept on distracting me – necking, biting my ear, caressing my chest, everything – and I realized she was mimicking everything the actress on the screen was doing to actor. When it got down to the steamier parts of the scene, she turned to me with dreamy, half-closed eyes. “Why don’t you ever touch me like that?” she asked out of the blue. I tried to give her an explanation as best as I could, and she smiled at my jumbled response. She just took my hand and placed it gently on her bréast. She then pulled my face downwards and kissed my lips. This wasn’t the first time I would kiss her, but as things folded out rather quickly, I found out that it was the most intense till date. We kissed for a very long time, and somewhere in between our make out session, she had straddled my laps. My fingers had found and untied the knot behind her neck and had pulled off her halter, exposing her full round bréasts with her hard, dark nipplés. My lips had attacked each hard tip and I squeezed and sucked her bréasts as she moaned in delight. My hand roamed her body as she continued to attack my lips with hers, and much later she told me to carry her to her bedroom, where I stripped her of her remaining pieces of clothing and worshipped her body. I finally figured out she wasn’t really as sick as she had potrayed – her “sickness” was the type that needed only one kind of medication. I believe I finally let loose a caged animal that day. We made mad, passionate love throughout the night and only finally passed out from exhaustion in the wee hours of the morning. We didn’t wake up until around noon. I was literally famished and we placed a call to the eatery nearby for a delivery order for brunch. The only time we put some clothes on was when the food arrived, and that was just me wrapping a towel around my waist as I paid the delivery driver for the food with a nice tip. We devoured breakfast in the nudé before she pounced on me again. We spent the rest of the weekend fūcking like rabbits. Eating, watching TV, sex, sleep. That was our routine till Sunday evening when she finally let me leave. She had a contented smile on her face when I kissed her goodbye. Our sex life was rather intense from then onwards. Kike couldn’t go more than three days before she was showing me a new sex style or position she had learned from somewhere. It was like I unlocked the floodgates and her sexuality had burst forth like a burst dam. Gone was my beautiful, gentle, shy and calm Kike. In her place was a bubbling cauldron of passion and intensity. At first it was all fun and I gave her as much as she gave me, but it got to a point I admitted I couldn’t handle her high sexual energy and had to tone it down a bit. I had to reduce the amount of times we ended up in bed to keep my energy up with her insatiable appetite. Our exploits drained me both physically and mentally and I was usually too tired to do much days afterwards. Recently, we had a major falling out. Ramadan started last week, and being a follower of the faith, I had informed Kike that I would not be able to make love to her throughout the whole month while fasting lasted. She really freaked out. She told me she can’t go a whole thirty days without having sex with me. She confessed that with the way I handle her during sex, I literally turned her into a nymphomaniac and made her addicted. She said she can’t bear the thought of going a whole month without me fūcking her the way I do, and that rather staying the whole month, we should do it after I break my fast in the evenings. I pleaded with her to understand, that I can’t do that since we are not married and she is only my girlfriend, but that only seemed to upset her. I got angry with her as well and after yelling at each other for a few minutes, she stormed towards the door, but not before threatening to find someone else to satisfy her urges while I stayed away from her. It’s not like she was short of admirers, she said. I was shocked when she said that, and asked if she had been cheating on me with another man. She didn’t respond and I grabbed her by the arm and shook her, demanding an answer. She forced herself out of my grip and gave me a hard slap on my face. I stood there rubbing my cheek, and finally Kike burst into tears and ran out. I’ve not seen her nor talked to her since Ramadan started. Her numbers have been off, or maybe she blocked me. I’ve been to her office a few times but she refuses to see me. I don’t want to go back on my word, but at the same time I don’t want to lose her. I know she may be bluffing, but I can’t seem to get the image of her in bed with another man out of my mind. 6 Likes |
| Romance / Re: What Wicked Thing Can I Do To Her? by keelsors: 5:09pm On Mar 15, 2018 |
If you all know the kind of things that have been going through my mind for this girl in the last hour sef. I just don't want her to go scott-free. I've thought of things like drugging her and raping her, setting her up to be brutally banged by me and a couple of other guys, and other things. I don't want to look like a fool and letting her go just like that seems to imply that. |
| Romance / What Wicked Thing Can I Do To Her? by keelsors: 4:19pm On Mar 15, 2018 |
What wicked thing can I do to make a girl regret her actions? I've had it up to my eyeballs with her attitude. Girls are not worth it!!! You really have to be careful. Now I see why guys should never play nice with them. I'm really thinking of something to do to make her REGRET knowing me. I want to do something that will pain her to the core, something that when she sees me, she'll have nothing but hatred in return. i really want to deal with her and as I type this, I'm seething. Please, suggestions. |
| Romance / Re: Was I Wrong? Am I To Blame For All This? by keelsors: 10:46am On Mar 26, 2011 |
thank you all for your replies. i'm really unhappy about the whole situation, thinking that trying to be a better man to be able to bring bread to the table and a roof over our heads was a bad thing to her and her family. otokx: i really thot that making use of all my opportunities was a good thing. i thot getting a job here will be better cos how will it sound if i got married and not have a job? with the situationn of things back in Nigeria? you know that it is much harder these days from what i read in the news everyday. she wasn't my first girlfriend, but the first girl i would love so deeply to decide that we'll one day be married. she was the very first and only girl i'll ever introduce to my parents as well. |
| Romance / Re: Was I Wrong? Am I To Blame For All This? by keelsors: 1:40am On Mar 26, 2011 |
^^^all this started within the past year. I got here about 3 years ago. |
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