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missing underwear. Now, the same lady was the one serving me hot food. All the same, my mind said I should thread cautiously. There were two plates and a bottle of water in the tray. I opened the first plate and found it contained yellow garri made into hot big mould of eba. As soon as I opened the second plate, aroma of the egusi soup with assorted meats hit my nose. I had not tasted it but I was sure it would be very delicious. Just then, there was a tap on the door and without waiting for response, the door was opened. "Sorry for the intrusion," Mariam said. "What about your guest?" "Oh, she's gone back. She left early this morning." Mariam nodded and left the room. I settled down to eat after sanctifying it in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, not minding the fact that I ate not long ago. The food was delicious, as expected. Between the cookery of Faith, Funmi and Mariam, Mariam was the best. Again, I had to caution myself against being enamoured to Mariam. After the meal, I took

There is anger like that of a woman scorned.

Technically speaking, I don't see how that can happen.

But if it happens, that will be the miracle of the millennium.

still be seeing each other." I winked at her and left. Back in my room, I had to caution myself. I must not be carried away by Mariam. Faith was still my love until it was proved beyond reasonable doubt that she was no longer mine. I wanted to be patient and fair to her. Developing affection for Mariam could create complications if in a short time Faith came to her senses. I changed the chanel of the television to watch live football match, but it was an uninspiring one and I soon found myself dozing off. I woke up when knock sounded at my door. On opening the door, I found Mariam with a tray of food. "I brought you this," she said, handing the tray to me. "Oh, but you shouldn't have bothered," I said, almost coyly. "It's swallow food. I hope you like it." I smiled. "Thank you so much, Mariam. I really appreciate this." I took the tray from her and set it on the centre table. It was amazing how things had changed between yesterday and today. About twenty-eight hours ago, Mariam was pestering me about her

children have come before You. First and foremost, we want to thank You for Your goodness, mercy and compassion. We pray that you will continue to be merciful to us in Jesus name. I pray specifically for your daughter, Mariam; Lord, shower her with mercy in Jesus name. Whatever is her heart desire, grant unto her in Jesus name. Let Your Spirit reign in her life in Jesus name. Thank you Father for answered prayer. In Jesus name we prayed. Amen." It was note-worthy that along the prayers, she was saying fervent amen. "Wonderful. So, you can pray like this," she enthused. "I can see you becoming a pastor in a short time." I laughed briefly over this. She went to the side where she kept some pots and a small gas cooker. "I want to prepare lunch, if you don't mind," she said. I stood up to go. "No, no, I don't mean you should go," she said quickly. I smiled. "I know, but I only came around to greet you. And I've done that." "Oh." She looked a little bit disappointed. "Don't worry," I said with a smile. "We'll

That is the irony. The man who brought it is negative. Some others are positive.

This is the right thing in the right direction. Prevention is better than cure.

Such is life. RIP to the dead. Cancer can make can nonsense of any body.

I wondered why he kept using the words, ‘understand better.’ But then, he was most likely right.

As times went on, I would surely understand better. He drove back home. In front of his flat was his sister, Sola, already waiting for him.

“You’re here already?” he asked, surprised.
“Yes.”

I didn’t really like her appearance. Did that mean there would be no intimate moment between Richard and me, just as it happened the previous day?

“Hello, Sola,” I greeted.

“Hi.” It was the usual cool way.

“Thanks for the ride,” I told him and handed the nylon containing the ice cream to him. He quickly removed a jar and handed the nylon back.

“That’s yours. We’ll see later.”

“See you, again, Sola,” I told her.

She briefly waved at me. “See you.”

When I entered my flat, I became convinced that there was something Richard was not telling me; something which I needed to know without further wasting time.

There was simply no way his so-called sister would be having firm grip over him like this.
I sat in the sitting-room, took some of the ice cream and put the rest in the freezer. Of course, there was nothing like eating any dinner again that day.

I watched the television for some time. In the absence of Richard, I wished Omon could come around. I had got her number, so I decided to call her.

“Hello, Omon. Are you around?”

“Yes, I’m cooking. My mum too is around.”
That information immediately dampened my enthusiasm.

“I see.”

“If I’m able to finish on time, I’ll come.”

“Alright, Omon. See you.”

“Yeah.”

I cut the line. The probability of her coming was very slim. If Richard too failed to surface, then I would have a lonely night. Few minutes after nine o’clock, Richard knocked on my door.

“Hello, my queen,” he greeted.

It was my turn to act coolly. “Hello.”

He attempted to kiss me but I stopped him.
“You have some explanations to do,” I said sternly.

He looked at me wearily. “What explanation?”

I faced him. I had already thought of the approach to use. “I suspect that Sola is not your sister but your girlfriend.”

He looked shocked. “What?”

“Yes. That’s why the two of you are playing hanky-panky game.”

He shook his head. “Sola is my younger sister, for heavens’ sake!”

I sat opposite him, still looking stern. “If she’s your sister, then you two are hiding something from me. What is it?”

He first looked perplexed. Then, he softened his countenance. “Yes, you’re right, there’s something.”

I nodded. I wasn’t surprised to hear his admission.

“You have to tell me everything, Richard. Everything.”

He tried to look relaxed but it was obvious that was a great effort for him. He sighed.

“Now, how do I start?”

“Start from the very beginning,” I urged.

He nodded and sighed again. “Among my two sisters, Sola is the one I’m closer too. Since I came back to Nigeria, we’ve been so close. That is why she gets jealous anytime she sees me with a female friend.”

I looked at him incredulously. “I don’t believe you. It’s more than that.”

He stared at me. “You still don’t believe she’s my sister?”

“No, not that. I don’t believe that because you’re close, that’s why she must not see any lady with you. There’s still something you haven’t said.”

There were some seconds of silence. He sighed again.

“Alright. The problem is we’re lovers.”
I jumped to my feet. He had just confirmed the fear I had.

“So, she’s not your sister again?”

He looked surprised to hear that. “Of course, she’s my sister!”


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Lucky you. This corona virus has done a lot of harm.


One prays that the prophecy of those who say it will fizzle away soon will come to pass.

Launching the manhunt is good but it should be for all such cases, no matter where the person comes from.

RIP to the dead.

Indeed, life is vanity upon vanity.

From the substance of what he said 2023 virus is appropriate to describe those who want Oshiomhole out.


But the same virus has infected those who want him to continue as APC Chairman.

The bill is probably to check the powers of the President. That is the essence of checks and balances.

What has stammering got to do with non performance on the job?
This is verbal discrimination!

Sanusi has become more popular outside the palace than when he was in it.

She smiled up at me. "Fine, thank you. How was the church service?" I smiled too. "The service was marvelous." "Did you pray for me?" I looked solemn. "I'm sorry I did not, but I prayed about the missing bra." She looked at me in seriousness. "Really, you prayed about a mere bra? How exactly did you say the prayer?" I laughed shortly. "The prayer was that God should reveal the mystery behind its disappearance." She chuckled. "I see. What a prayer." I tried to assure her. "Don't worry. Next time I go to church, I will pray for you." "Must you go to church before you can say the prayer?" What a brilliant question. "No. As a matter of fact, God is everywhere, and one can pray anywhere." She nodded in agreement. "So, why don't you pray for me right now?" I was amazed. Was she pulling my legs? "Are you serious, Mariam?" "Come on, Mike. I can't be joking with prayer matters." Alright, now that she had made me emergency prayer warrior, I would oblige. "Okay, let's pray. Oh Lord, our everlasting Father, we your

She disconnected the line and I sighed.

About an hour later, Richard called me.

“Hello, my Kween. Sorry, I’ve not called you all the while.”

“Why was that?” I demanded.

“Well, Sola is a little bit troublesome, and she has come with some troubles, as usual.”

“What kind of troubles?”

He seemed to sigh across the line. “Oh, it’s a family thing. As time goes on, you will understand.”

I didn’t like the blank answer he gave but I decided not to press the issue further, at least for now. Few minutes to four o’clock, Richard called again.

“Hello, beauty. I’m in Lekki right now.

Where’s your office and what time d’you close? I can come around to pick you.”

I told him the time we closed and the address of where the office was.

“I’m not far from the place. I’ll soon be there. Allow me the privilege of driving you home today.”

I giggled. “Oh, it’s kind of you darling Richard.”

At four, I packed my personal effects in my bag and awaited his arrival. My phone rang again.

“Hello, honey,” he said. “I’m at the car park downstairs.”

“Okay, dear. I’m on my way.”

I picked my bag and left the office. I took the staircase down and moved to the car park. The staff bus was waiting, but I would not be following it today. Richard hooted the horn of his car to draw my attention. I moved towards it.

“Hello, he greeted. “This your office building is a nice one.”

“Thanks. How was your work today?”

“Fine. I came around here to see some clients.”

He engaged the gear and drove to join the main road.

“So, how was your night?” I asked.

“Lonely. I wished you were with me.”

I shook my head. “Why couldn’t I be with you? Is your sister so much averse to my presence?”

“Is not that.”

“So, what is it? I could see it in her that she didn’t welcome me. Why? The way you acted was curious. Why?”

He tried a grin. “It’s just that anytime she’s around, I like to be very careful. Don’t worry a thing, you’ll understand everything as time goes on.”

I believed he was not telling me the whole truth, but again decided not to press further.
We got to Victoria Island and moved on to Lagos Island.

The traffic had started building up. The car drifted along with other vehicles. Several minutes later, we got to Anthony.

He climbed the bridge and came down to connect to the other side. We were soon at Town Planning Way. He drove straight to the eatery.

“First and foremost, let’s have good food. I’ve not eaten since morning.”

We took wheat meal with ‘egusi’ soup and assorted meats. While I ate the food, my mind went over the conversation I had with my mother.

As much as I wanted Richard, I was a bit uncertain about this his sister’s angle. But wait a minute.

Was I not jumping the gun? Richard had not even proposed to me yet. What if he had nothing like marriage on his mind?

“This your sister, what does she do for a living?” I asked.

“Mummy owns a supermarket. She works there.”

“How many siblings do you have?”

“Two. Sola and Lola. Sola is the one you met. Lola is still in the university, studying pharmacy.”

I nodded again. If Sola would be my sister in law, then certain ice must be broken. As if he was sensing my discomfort, he quickly added: “They are all very friendly and nice people.”

After the meal. He bought two jars of ice cream that we would take home.

“Don’t worry,” he said as soon as we got back to the car. “You’ll understand better and you’ll get along with her.”

I wondered why he kept using the words, ‘understand better.’ But then, he was most likely right. As times went on, I would surely understand better.

He drove back home. In front of his flat was his sister, Sola, already waiting for him.


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This article is culled from Ann's Bleeding Pen

Why do we ladies love bad boys? Why are we so attracted to them?
I have pondered on this for a long time because I am a victim. Every time I complain about how I want a man that will be crazy about me, be nice, treat me like the queen I am and just take care of me. I meet these guys all the time but guess what, after a few weeks, I get bored and I want to move on.

Yeah, I know it’s crazy and you must have seen this scenario play out a lot. You see beautiful, well rounded, bright-future ladies stoop to the level of unaccomplished and unqualified bad boys. What do they get in return? A broken heart and a swollen face full of mascara infused tears. Why?

Ladies often talk about how much they want a nice guy in their life; guys that will treat them like they are the only girl in the world. They come across such guys and instead of appreciating and sticking with them, they call them boring and go for the ones that will mistreat and leave them heartbroken.

Well, to show you how bothered I am about this, I had to ponder on it for a very long time and then came up with these brutal but honest reasons why ladies are more attracted to “bad boys”.

Honestly, ladies do not like bad boys just because they are bad. Rather, they are attracted to the qualities these bad boys have over the qualities of a nice guy. Calm down. I know it is bleeped up but I am going to tell you those qualities.

Bad boys are so damn confident.
Bad boys are confident, straight forward and are not afraid to flirt or tease a girl. I have had a guy tell me, “Ann, forget all these hard-to-get games, I am going to make you mine”. Honestly, that statement shut me up and if I like 40% likeness for that dude, it automatically increased to 80%. Meanwhile, there is one guy somewhere saying the right things, begging to just go on a date with me and I am bullshitting him. See, don’t judge me. It happens to a lot of ladies too.

There is something about a guy who is confident and looks like he does not care. A bad boy does whatever he wants when he wants it – and for some reason that makes you want him even more. Bad boys assume that every lady likes them even without any significant proof. And without hesitation, they will go for it, shoot they shot and if they get rejected, they are not going to be upset by it either. They move on.

They do not push it too much. This high confident demeanor exuded by bad boys make them more handsome and appealing to ladies. And we all know how incredibly sexy confidence is.

They are mysterious
Bad boys are so unpredictable and ladies love it when a guy keeps them guessing on what he going to do next. One minute he is the most romantic guy in the world, the next minute, he is treating you like you don’t matter. This is a trait that nice guys don’t have and it’s the reason why they are called, “boring”.

Bad boys don’t normally give a Bleep about a lady’s feelings. They can leave in the middle of a conversation and won’t reply to her text messages.
Even when she wants to hang out, he will be too busy and not available. He doesn’t place her on top of his priorities. Funny enough, these mistreatment make ladies like them more and they keep chasing, instead of allowing him to do the chase.

Bad boys have good fashion sense
Most bad boys are so good in fashion. They know how to make a statement in their clothes and they often have the right body to compliment it. Ladies love it when their man looks and smells nice.

They are adventurous
Bad boys don’t play by the rules – they do things outside the box. They are always willing and ready to explore with a lady whether indoors or outdoors. If it is indoors, they know how to spice things up in the bedroom. They know a lot of sex styles that will leave a lady craving for more. And that is a huge turn on. With them, ladies get all the fun and excitement they want.

Bad boys are a constant challenge
Bad boys are always a challenge. Ladies spend quality time trying to figure them out or learn their game. We go into a relationship with them thinking that we can change their rebellious and renegade ways.

Because ladies are naturally “nurturers”, we usually have this false impression that we can fix a bad boy’s tendencies and mold him into the caring, considerate and committed person we want him to be.

We tell ourselves, “I will change him, he will change for me, he just hasn’t met anyone worth changing for yet”. Even when we see that our efforts are not working, we keep trying, hoping that time will soften him. And if we ever get to change him, he will never let us go.

Wake up sis, it is not your duty to fix him. If you try to build a relationship based on your need and desire to change your man’s bad behavior, you are on a destructive path. And guess what, you can never change a man unless he decides to make a real change for himself.

In conclusion, just like we ladies get attracted to bad boys, it is the same for guys – they love bad girls. These girls will lie and cheat and still blame them for their crappy behaviors. I do not know why we fall for people like this – maybe because they are so good at the game they play. They offer passion, compliments, devotion, and great sex to make up for their “crappy patches”.