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I got these quotations from a pool guy I engaged. However, I feel his estimates are outrageous. Please advise.
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I got these quotations from a pool guy I engaged. I feel his estimates are outrageous. Please advise.
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Inside me I feel so much pain Then...aah! It's pleasure like a child in the rain For this I long for again and again Then, soon, I get what for I did not bargain Mother! What is happening to me? Why do I feel there are two of me? Like two, I grow and enlarge but see only me What is this that shifts inside of me? Then I discover that in me there is a baby But mother, I'm just a little baby I thought this was only for a lady? Help me! I must be going crazy I only went out to show I wasn't lazy To get some bread and a little gravy Then I met him; he told me he loves me He gave me icecream,and more chocolate he promised me I am a baby but forced into a lady What would happen to my little baby? Do I go to him for chocolate and gravy? Help me, a baby, and also Baby's baby |
Hello Everyone, I happen to work in one of the Nigerian banks. It's sad to actually admit that there's an element of truth in what is being said about bankers (in Nigeria) being flirts. For some poeple, its more of a case of occupational hazard, really. they tend to spend all their lives (literally) in the bank; they are bombarded by lovely-looking faces and figures all day long. They would have hardly gotten over the first daze before they are hit by another damsel. This they face day in, day out. For the weak-willed, they crumble like pringles while those whose have steel nerves tend to last a bit longer. Soon, they are caught in a web they find hard to get out of. But the truth of it all is that its not so easy. Especially when experience have shown that some of these ladies actually come to the bank to "get" the guys; yes!!! The percieved "big boys" who have cash to throw around and more to spare (if only they knew). U cannot begin to imagine some the temptation bankers go through. However, this is no excuse. For others, it is a case of freedom at last; Oppotunities to test their virality; freedom to sow their wild oats. Living in habitual debauchery, consuming themselves in the embers of irrespoonsiblity. The truth ought to be told. It is assumed that bankers are gentlemen, and by implication, well-groomed. Gentlemen ought not to go around chasing everything in sight. Yes, in the course of our daily duties as bankers, there would be lots of meetings,and some of them repeatedly too. Sparks of friendship and attraction would flare (bankers are human too); imaginations could go wild and desires crazy. But let's treat ourselves with respect because it is only he who respects himself that can extend same others. Once the self is respected, it would natuarlly flow towards the damsels that grace our offices. Then we would desire to treat them better, and have better relationships with them. Rather than "hunting" them with the sole desire to quench the flame in our fiery loins. Friendships that are worthwhile and mutually rewarding can be developed thus. And no, bankers are not flirts; we just have some flirts in banks. |
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