A friend of mine who works as a Distribution substation operator in one of the Discos wants to travel to the US as a tourist.

He's currently on a salary of about 60k, he's being working with the company for about a year and 6 months and he's about 25yrs.

What are your advises

Hi,

A friend of mine who works as a Distribution substation operator in one of the Discos wants to travel to the US as a tourist.

He's currently on a salary of about 60k, he's being working with the company for about a year and 6 months and he's about 25yrs.

What are your advises since he's employed the services of an agent?

I currently have two guys in my life.
The first guy(let’s call him Mr A) is like a best friend to me. We actually attempted dating for about two months or so till I stumbled on his chats with another lady and there he was being futuristic with her and I asked him about it and his reply was that he is only flirting and didn’t mean any of that but I sha called it quit cos I can’t be having that kind of person as a boo.

So, we hit it anew on a friendship mode but the problem is that we were still getting intimate.

Fast forward to five months later, a really cool dude (Mr B) came around and since I was single(officially), I said yes to him(I really wanted a boo of my own) and we started dating. I told him about MR A being my best friend and all that (but I didn’t spill the intimacy part and the part of our dating for two months) and he didn’t really have much of a problem with it.
I made resolutions to stick to Mr B and distance my self from Mr A….I honestly tried but In three months time, I was already back to being intimate wt Mr A. Don’t get me wrong…I really do love Mr B..

Here are good/bad sides to the both of them.

MrA is my first point of call if I’m ill or anything similar, the way he takes care of me….I have never had that. He pampers me, takes care of me, buys me gifts (even when he is just a student like me)we fight/play together(I mistakenly slapped him but dude would never lay his hands on me). I know about almost all his money sources…in fact, I used to keep his money for him at a point… He seeks approval from me before doing things, we eat and walk together etc..

Mr A however still has his chats ongoing with the different girls, there’s one he nearly got intimate with and when I found out, I stayed away but he came back begging and all that and has ended that one but I keep reminding him of it anyway and I don’t look at him the way I used to.

Mr B, on the other hand never fails to remind me of how much he loves me.
Dude was(don’t know about now…just read along) so faithful that I would secretly just wish he would have a fling or sth but he’s too disciplined and spiritual for that.
I reported myself to him for the flings I had with Mr A(I eventually opened up everything to him cos he suspected) and he was bitter(dude actually shed tears…. Mind you… Continue reading..

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How do you fix sagging boobs?” I asked him. He was blank and didn’t have any answers. The best he could come up with was “I don’t know but do something about it.” My husband was going crazy, I thought. How could he not have answers but expect me to?

I was twenty-two years when I started dating him. He was twenty-six and working with one of these financial institutions. He wanted us to marry right away but I was in school so we agreed to marry two years later after I’d completed my university education.

He came to see me in school after work every day and I spent some weekends with him so we get to know each other very well before we finally settle. He was matured and made me feel safe around him.

I took him home after school and introduced him to my parents. That very day, he made it known to my parents that he wanted to marry me as soon as possible. I was twenty-four. My mother thought I was too young but my dad didn’t see anything wrong with me getting married at twenty-four.

They argued it out every day until I convinced my mom that I wasn’t too young to marry.

We got married a year later and settled immediately. My husband was very proud of me. He liked to show me off to his friends and called me the most beautiful woman he had ever been with. It didn’t get to my head but I enjoyed it. I felt safe knowing my husband appreciated me that much.

I got pregnant with our first child just some eight months into the marriage. We were both happy about the prospect of welcoming a piece of us into our home.

When I was getting close to delivery, my husband started talking about things the baby can do and cannot do when it finally arrives. “You can’t breastfeed the baby for one year, it would have to learn to eat early.” He said. Mostly I would laugh it off and call him jealous. He kept making that claim and some other funny funny things that I took all to be a joke.

Then he told me I can’t have a vaginal birth so I should start considering CS. “Why CS?” I asked him? “So you don’t destroy the thing” He answered with a smile. Another joke, I thought.

He wasn’t joking. He meant every word and ensured I delivered through CS.

Ordinarily, we should have been joyful when our baby came but my husband wasn’t that enthused. I thought it was just a phase. He would grow warm towards the child as time went on. He never did.

I asked him, “don’t you like children?” “I like children.” He said. “But I don’t like babies.” He didn’t like babies because he thought they were.. Continue reading..

It was a dull Saturday afternoon. I was lying in bed, trying to decide if I should go on over and knock on the Neighbour's door.



A few days ago, Martha, my roommate, had come home to tell me how amazing Tolu, our neighbour, was in bed. She had come home thrilled after spending nearly two days being pleased by him. She talked about how great he was at eating her out and how well he used his large c0(k.



Just hearing Martha talked about Tolu that way turned me on. I would often groan and lick my bottom lips. In fact, one time, I wanted a taste so bad that I sucked Martha's c*nt immediately after her f*(k session with him. I had to admit, he tasted really good.



Thinking about it now, I knew there was no way in hell I would wait any longer to get serviced by him. I got up to take a shower, fixed my hair and applied a little light make up. I chose a black off-the-shoulder dress which was uncomfortably tight but I figured I would not have it on for long anyway.



I ditched the underwear for the same reason. I then chose a simple pair of flats and after applying some perfume, I stepped out. Within two minutes, I was knocking on Tolu's door.



"Hello, Lola, right?" He asked after he opened the door.



I was glad he already knew of me. Easier to get the uncomfortable intro out of the way, I thought. "Yes. Are you busy?"



"No, come on in," he responded, stepping aside for me to enter.



I took in the moderately sized living room and my eyes scanned the corridor that must lead to the bedroom.



"So, Martha has said great things about you," I said, turning around to face him and making sure my eyes conveyed my meaning.



He must have understood what I needed because his eyes scanned my body from head to toe and afterwards, he gave an approving nod. I took the opportunity to check him out too. He was only wearing a pair of jeans.



While his torso was not the fittest, he looked in a pretty good shape. His stomach was flat and his shoulders, broad. I moved closer to him and traced her palm on his skin from his chest down to the waistband of his jeans.



He cleared his throat. "Would you like something to eat?"



I shook my head. "How about you just show me your room instead."



He flashed me a quick smile, took my hand and led me through the corridor.



As soon as we entered the bedroom, he gently peeled my dress off me until I was standing before him, completely naked. His breath caught as he checked out my nude body. It was my turn. I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled it down which immediately unleashed his big cock.



His d*ck sprang out and pointed forward, towards me. I moved closer to him and reached my hand between us to grab his hardness, causing him to led out a groan. He took my hand off his cock and said, "Let's start with you first."



Initially, I was not sure what he meant until he led me to the bed and sat me down on it. He spread my legs and squatted, admiring the view of my open c*nt.



He pushed his head closer to my p*$"y, his tongue flicking against my slit, parting my p*$$y lips. I pushed myself gently against his mouth. Using one hand, he separated my lips and....Continue reading...

I must say I enjoy reading your column and your advice are on point. I’m about getting married to someone I love so much and he loves me too. I have a guilty conscience currently, when I was in the university, I got pregnant while in a former relationship. It was an error and we both agreed that I should have an Ab0rt1on as we were not ready for a child.

I had the ab0rt1on and since then I’ve been careful. I regret that action and it still haunts me. I feel bad even though I’ve asked God to forgive me.

One day my fiance asked me if I had a secret to share as we prepared for the wedding. He told me about how he was molested as a child which made him addicted to masturbation but... Continue reading...

When a man gets attracted to a woman, he is very well aware of the ‘assets’ she brings to the table, since her breasts or butt size cannot really be hidden. But, for a woman, things can get pretty dicey. You can’t just approach him and say, “hey, can I see your dick size?” before taking him to bed.

Women have to be on the lookout for certain traits that could reveal her might be on the smaller size. YourTango tells us what these signs are below;

1. He has a big ego.

A small man has struggled all throughout life knowing he’s the minnow in the vast male ocean, so he’s mastered the art of creating a big ego, creating the illusion that even though he’s a half-pint he’s more valuable than gold. Their skyscraper egos are a result from excelling at the idea of “success.”

These man have extravagant lifestyles, over-the-top cars that the average man with an average size pen!s could probably not afford, and a big network of friends and connections. He’s a Chihuahua with a Rottweiler bark.

READ: My Confession: Losing my v!rg!n!ty to his brother

2. He’s a master at 0ral s3x.

Some small men who know how to confront their misfortunes know how to compensate elsewhere — with their tongue. Their tongue is that appetizer trio and three big glasses of water that holds you up through a bad dinner. They’re so good that they go on an excavation quest with your vag!n@.

3. He never discusses his pen!s.

Have you ever dated a man who was overly anxious to show you the family jewels? He warms you up with the idea that he’s going pull out an elephant trunk or that he’s so brutally hung that he’s afraid you can’t handle it? Your vag!n@ might tighten up and hide in your panties, afraid of the boogie man.

But a small man will NEVER talk about his pen!s. Why? Men don’t like to talk about.. Continue reading...

I’m pretty anxious and don’t know what to do now. I met an awesome guy on Facebook some few months ago. We’ve been friends on Facebook for some time now until recently we started chatting. We later exchanged contact and decided to meet for a drink. After the first drink, we’ve met twice in two different places.

He’s a cool guy with a huge sense of humor and oozes confidence in the way he talks. We’ve been chatting a lot since our first meeting until he proposed to me about a week ago which I accepted.



The problem is, I don’t know a lot about this guy so when I realized he was mutual friends with a lady I know so well, and have seen both of them exchanging comments on each other’s status update, I decided to contact this my lady friend hoping she could tell me something about this guy if she knew any. I reached her on phone and asked if she knew the guy and she immediately answered; “Oh I know him. We’ve even had $3x couple of times.” She didn’t end there, she went ahead to describe how the guy is endowed and how good he is in bed and how the guy was able to make her go crazy during sex and later asked me: “have you slept with him too?”

Alice, there is something about the way she said it that makes me doubt if she’d really slept with him. On the other hand, this lady friend sleeps around a lot and.. Continue reading..

Let’s call her Rose. Rose because I can’t think of any better fake name that describes how beautiful she is than a rose. She’s intelligent and well brought up. I trusted her from day one because of the hard times she took me through before saying yes to my proposal. When she finally said yes to me, I knew where our future was going to be. We were going to get married, have our own small family—myself and herself with our two kids; a boy and a girl.



I introduced her to my parent immediately and she also did same. Our affair became known to both side of the family and we decided not waste much time before getting married.

I was working as a sales officer for one of the international distribution companies. My career growth in that company had stalled. I’ve worked for them for almost five years and within those five years, I had not had any chance of being promoted or being trained for a bigger responsibility. I decided to leave and look for better opportunities. I didn’t leave immediately. I found a new job before I tended in my resignation.

Unfortunately for me, there was a power struggle at my new job. The day I reported to work, I was told to hold on for a while till those issues were resolved before I could start working. Apparently, the manager who endorsed my appointment had been fired and the new manager didn’t think my service was needed.

Now I was left hanging. I couldn’t go back to my former place and I couldn’t go forward too. I told Rose and she was sympathetic. She told me; “These things happen for a reason. Let’s trust the Lord for a miracle.” So I trusted. Hoping. Praying that things would happen for my good.

Four months later, I was still home. No salary for four months and the new place kept telling me to hold on until further notice. Further notice took me through nine months without a job and a consistent income. By this time I’d started looking for a new job but nothing turned up.

It was in this term of trouble that Rose came around seeking answers to when we were going to marry. I told her, “Marriage between us has never been in doubt. Wait let’s sort my job situation out and the next thing will be us getting married.” Mostly she nods, indicating acceptance to my explanation. Some days, she gets angry telling me, “It’s always about you and your job. What about me?”

I understood her. What about her? I was in a hurry looking for anything to do to save some money. I did little things. Little things only bring little money and that wasn’t enough to do anything. Soon it has been a year and four months since I’d been home without a job. That was when I knew I was losing Rose.

She hardly called or returned my missed calls. She hardly texted back and she hardly came visiting. She stopped inquiring about my job situation. Everything went cold between us but I didn’t give up. I knew I had to find a job and all things would be settled.

I called her one morning, just like I always did, and she didn’t pick just like she always did. Later in the afternoon, I called her again and she didn’t pick. I called in the evening. I called in the night before I slept, she didn’t pick any of the calls. I was angry. Very angry. I didn’t think I deserve that from anyone, let alone from a woman I’m planning to marry.

The next day I went to see her in her house. I must admit, I acted angrily and somehow said things I wouldn’t have said on hindsight but how was I supposed to act?

That night she sent me a message; “this isn’t working. We need a timeout to think about this relationship. I know you want this to work. I don’t want to lose you too. Let’s begin assessing our priorities and know what we want.”

I agreed. I needed that timeout to also sort myself out with job, life, and relationship. We agreed after two months, we would come together and decide whether we wanted to go on or not.

One month later, Rose had her white wedding in a church and the man she got married to wasn’t me. That has been the forever shock of my life. The mystery of the whole thing was how she was able to plan a wedding that I was not able to get a hint of. All in a month!

I cried. The pain got me paralyzed. I was totally broken. I wanted to pretend it didn’t hurt but it hurt me to the core. I wanted to be a man and walk around with boldface but I couldn’t. Frailties of the incident were evident on my face everywhere I went.

Months after her wedding, we met at a mutual friend’s wedding. She confessed to me that she wasn’t sure how and when I was going to marry her, most especially when I didn’t have a job and when I didn’t know how I was going to get a job. So when her ex in the UK proposed, she accepted and got married to him instead. I asked her; “So why didn’t you ask for a breakup?” She answered... Continue reading...

All stories of our lives involve a man and my story isn’t any different. I met Edem at the university. We were in the same class. I don’t remember the specific time that we fell in love. It’s been that long and some details get bleak with time. But I remember when he proposed to me. I didn’t think twice about it. I said yes. I wasn’t that hard to get for him (Smiles).

After university, I introduced him to my parent. My mom didn’t have any problem with him. My dad was skeptical. He didn’t trust the future of both of us. He always said; “School love is school love. It hardly translates into anything of note.” I knew he was telling the truth but somehow, I wanted to believe our story was different. I wanted to prove it to him. We kept going and we hardly had troubles we couldn’t overcome.



After our National Service, it became very hard for Edem to get a job. Luckily for me, I was maintained at the company I had my service with. Life was good for me but Edem always had troubles. The fact that he couldn’t get a job immediately got him restless and almost without faith in tomorrow. I kept supplying some of the things he needed. It hurt his ego as a man. I could sense that from his countenance but he had no choice but to accept that his girlfriend was taking care of him.

Two years came without a job for Edem. Luckily, he got favor from his uncle living in the US. His uncle arranged papers for him to join him in the United States. The day he told me that, I couldn’t hold up my joy for him. At long last, Edem can afford to have faith in tomorrow. “If Ghana doesn’t want you, US will,” I remember telling him that teasingly. I remember seeing his signature laughter that night after a long while. There and there I knew it was well with his soul once more.

The night before the day Edem flies away, we didn’t sleep. We stayed up all night thinking about the future. The past came by but we paid little attention to it. We wanted the future. He said; “Cee, I would work very hard when I get there. I don’t have to live with my uncle for long. I promise you, after two years, I should be able to have you with me there.” I smiled. I trusted him. The truth was shining in his eyes and I had no fears but to believe.

The day came. He had to leave. In that instant, I didn’t know whether to be happy or to be sad. It was a cocktail of feelings running through my head and heart. Yeah, the expected happen. I couldn’t control it. Tears came running on my cheeks. The truth finally came knocking; I was going to live without my Edem for so long. That alone was enough to break my resolve not to cry. We said our goodbyes and the taxi drove off.

One year went by very quickly. Very soon the two years was here with us. Edem hasn’t made it. He kept telling me all the bad news. I kept trusting because I knew his heart very well because I knew he would make good on his promises.

I was blinded by love but my parent weren’t. On my 27th birthday my dad’s birthday message to me was clear; “Cynthia, this is not the time to dream. You are a woman now. This is the time to live. Happy birthday and I pray you find a man to start a family with very soon.” I replied; “But dad, I already have a man. Who else do I need?”

My age was ringing a bell but my ears heard not…

On my 28th birthday, I had a very passionate conversation with Edem. Among other things, I drew his attention to my age and the fact that I’m wasting the flowery years of my life to his distance. I told him about the guy who was close to breaking my resistance with his charm. I told him about my dad’s insistence that I get a new boyfriend. I reminded him of all the friends who have married over the years and raising beautiful families. I poured my heart out to him. And he said something that made me cry all day that day. He said; “You can marry to get off the family pressure. When I’m ready, I’ll come for you. You can seek a divorce when you get here.”

I cried because I felt Edem had given up on us. I knew that boy and his little faith when things aren’t going the way he wanted. I could imagine his face as he said that. I was broken.

But you see, I started considering his proposition. It’s a good idea, don’t you think so? It felt like eating my cake and still have it. I can marry and still not lose my true love, Edem. It sounds good, right? Well, you might think it’s stupid because you are not in my shoes. So I went for it.

Don’t let me bore you with a lot of details. I got married to Fiifi.

I told Edem everything that was going on in my marriage with Fiifi. I even told him when Fiifi performed poorly in bed. I was always comparing Fiifi to Edem and Fiifi never came up on top of anything. I was so sure Edem was going to come for me. I always wanted to create the impression that my marriage with Fiifi wasn’t working so he should hurry up and come for me.

I got pregnant for Fiifi in our first year of marriage. I secretly got it aborted before Fiifi could know about it. I didn’t want anything to come in between my desire to live with Edem someday, not even a baby. Or let’s say, I didn’t want to give Edem any excuse to say we couldn’t be together. I wanted no future complication with..Continue reading...