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and I will still say that if you guys always seem to end up with unromantic and 'eye-wey-don-tear' girls then maybe something is wrong with your taste, choice or priorities.

@ IAH i am going to have to disagree with you on this for once, i know a girl who was dating a guy who was not quite as comfortable as she was and gosh i have never seen so much respect and love from a Nigerian girl for an ordinary boyfriend (no be even husband) she would give up the things she wanted to do just cos she knew her guy couldn't afford them, and she would do things for him too but she was always careful not to overdo it so that at no time was his pride damaged. The girl na full naija, she never even travel before!

So my dear men i reiterate that if you never see maybe you were looking in the wrong direction or you probably got attracted by the wrong things.

@ mamba then this would be a good time to repeat that cliche girls get anytime they complain that there are no good or romantic guys around anymore...

"maybe you just have not been fortunate enough to meet any romantic girls, because they are out there if you look hard enough"

return the gift and explain why u can not accept it, i doubt that he is mature enough to understand and accept the reality of a girl chopping his cash without any benefits to him; id u dont like 'small-boy-love', u had better not like 'small-boy-gifts' as well

Simple response to your question my dear Chigurl...

They have not been born yet!

Men of course, thats simply because a majority of men are more physical where women are emotional.

this is neither beef nor 'the battle of the sexes', its just truth.

whiteshark how old are u? abi are u experiencing deja vu from this thread?

16 years old hmm? Cheeky little fellow!

Take IAH's advice.

abeg legry wey u dey since?

gender has become almost irrelevant, what every country needs is someone who can actually do the job and I ma glad Liberia realised that

anywhere i am the only person that can wear skimpy stuff! so knock out anywhere that's 'bikini city'

I think its pathetic that we not only have a fugitive as a governor but also a cross dresser! They should not have let him out on bail in the first place because there was no guarantee that he would not have jumped bail. I am thoroughly digusted and if he had any morals he would be hiding himself as much as possible... but thats wishful thinkingon my part.

otokx good answer!

@ sweetnini how can you believe in something that you think is non-existent?

all of you planning to wear this or that to "make him see what he lost..." wake up and smell the coffee! he is getting married!... to someone else!  and if the fact that he is getting married wouldn't bug you, then you wouldn't be trying so hard to catch his attention!

Na beg I dey beg una! I said someone sent it to my mail box I am not married!!!

dablessed where have you have you been ?

Meanwhile thanks for clearing the confusion I tire for d people wey dey ask me about husband for this thread.

I just thot it was an interesting read so I decided to share it.

abeg AngelaZ take the time to read the posts before you start asking direct questions?

Now that u mention seun and vexxy, the story does seem professionally written doesn’t mean it could not have happened maybe it got edited (just like some posts do  ) when I read I just got sooo indignant I did not even think about that I just thot of the possibility of the stupid moni sitting on her high horse somewhere assuming that she was responsible for saving the guy’s life.

He thought I was sound asleep. But I wasn’t. I was, infact, wide-awake and only pretending to be asleep. Lanre has been restless and fidgety all evening. Once or twice, he’d tried to sneak away from me to use his phone. But I hadn’t given him any breathing space. I knew my husband inside out. I could read him like a book. And I could easily tell, whenever he was up to his silly pranks.

I knew the reason for Lanre’s restlessness. I didn’t need a seer to tell me that Lanre had been restless all evening because he needed to talk to Moni on the phone. Uhm! Moni; that ugly worthless female specimen. A cheap husband snatcher and gold-digger. When my husband and I were suffering where was Moni?

In the last six months or so, all my quarrels with my husband had stemmed from this clandestine relationship with Moni.

“I would fight with the last drop of blood in me, just to make sure that I put an end to this illicit affair between you and that bitch”, I’d screamed at Lanre, just a few days back. “I’ll even kill if I had to. Tell Moni to look for her own husband elsewhere. Tell her! Otherwise blood will flow”.

But no matter how much I raved and ranted like a demented woman, the affair between Moni and my husband continued to wax stronger.

That night when he tiptoed out of our bedroom, thinking that I was fast asleep. I knew it had all to do with Moni. I watched him through the squint of my eyes. He was barely out of the bedroom when I sprang out of bed and followed him. Pronto! I plastered my right ear to the panel of the living room door and eavesdropped on my husband’s conversation. I was right! He was on the phone, talking to Moni. And although he was talking in a low, conspiratorial tone, the pin-drop silence of the night seemed to amplify his voice. And I could pick enough to make sense out of the conversation. I lost my head at that point in time. I couldn’t stomach it anymore. I barged in to the living room, taking Lanre by surprise.

“You are joking!” I screamed, “ So you are planning to take your w* to Abuja for five whole days. It is not enough that you see her here in Lagos everyday of the week. Abuja, my foot! In fact, you are going nowhere. And if you must go, then we are going together.”

It was fight-to-finish between Lanre and myself that night. I threw so many tantrums and ended up being violent and destructive. We didn’t sleep all night. I burnt out my fury. At dawn, the following morning, I was tired, completely spent. Lanre continued to beg me. He promised heaven and earth and assured me that he would end the relationship with Moni. He coaxed and cajoled me. He brought out the woman in me and at the end of it all; I agreed to let him travel to Abuja the following day. I knew he dared not travel to Abuja with Moni. Not after the anger and violence I unleashed. Notwithstanding, I insisted on going to the airport with him. Lanre agreed. He had no choice anyway.

That evening, I accompanied my husband to the airport and waited with him until the flight to Abuja was announced. I would have loved to go with him into the inner departure lounge and actually watch him enter into the Abuja-bound aircraft alone, without Moni, but the airport regulations disallowed me.Minutes later, while driving home, my phone rang. It was Lanre. He’d confirmed that he’d boarded the aircraft and they were about to take off. He said he was about to switch off his phone, but assured me that he would call me as soon as they landed at the Abuja airport.

Back home, I continued to think about Moni. Why couldn’t she just leave my husband alone? I couldn’t help wondering why some women took delight in snatching other people’s husbands and wrecking happy homes. I had to do something fast. What if she got pregnant for Lanre? God forbid! I heard myself shout. I had to do something drastic; something rather extreme about Moni. I must have been juggling with ideas for well over an hour when it suddenly occurred to me that Lanre must have arrived safely at Abuja. It was almost an hour and half since Lanre called to inform he was already aboard the aircraft. Why hadn’t he called me to assure me that he’d arrived Abuja safely?

Instantly, I picked up my phone and called Lanre. His phone was switched off. What could be happening? My thoughts again drifted to Moni. Had Lanre, by some magic been able to smuggle Moni into the aircraft? That was impossible! Was I just fooling myself? Perhaps Lanre and Moni were, right at that moment, swooning in each other’s arm. It was simply unthinkable. But truly, there was no limit to what a desperate man could do. I tried to push these thoughts out of my sub-conscious but didn’t succeed, until I fell asleep without knowing. When I woke up, it was dawn, the following day, still no call from Lanre. Again I picked up my phone and called him. His phone was still switched off. I began to get worried then. What the hell is happening?

I get dressed for church. I was in turmoil. It was while driving to church that I got a clue, a shocking and disheartening one for that matter. A roadside newspaper vendor flashed a copy of that day’s Sunday Punch in my face. I froze as one of the cover captions hit me, “Abuja-bound Plane Missing, 114 Persons Feared Dead?”

Talons of fear ran up and down my spine. Up till now, I do not know how I managed to turn the car and drove straight to the airport. There, the sad news was confirmed. The plane was indeed missing and it was the same flight that my husband had boarded the previous day. The long agonizing wait began. That afternoon, news filtered in that the plane had crashed somewhere between Oyo and Kwara States. I was however relieved to hear that there were about fifty survivors. I prayed fervently that my husband should be among the survivors. But my prayers, I appeared was not answered. Early that same evening, we got the news that made me wet my pants in public. The crashed aircraft had been located elsewhere somewhere in Ogun State, Lisa-Igbore Village, to be exact. And wait for this, there was no survivor! I wailed, wept and rolled on the floor. Some sympathizers offered to and actually took me home.

At home I got another shocker! Waiting for me in the living room was the man I thought had perished in the plane crash. Lanre! After the initial shock of seeing him, we got tsalking. Lanre had a confession to make. He told me how he’d left the airport, after my departure. He’d sneaked out to go and spend the night at Moni’s place. That was how he escaped death. I was happy and sad at the same time: happy that my husband was alive, hale and hearty and sad that he’d deceived me and still gone ahead to spend the night with Moni.

I’m confused as to what to do about my husband’s relationship with Moni. Should I give up the fight? Lanre is alive today because of his extra-marital relationship with this strange woman. Or should I tackle Moni headlong?

What should I do?

Please advise me.

A friend sent this to my mailbox, so people what do you guys think?

@eddy that was 'okpas' what do you mean by 'Jesus is the son of Mary but not the same with the Father'... MY BROTHER THAT IS THE WHOLE ESSENCE OF OUR BELIEF ... THAT GOD BECAME MAN FOR US!!!!!!!!!

@ Eddy regarding your list of ‘characteristics’ (for want of a better word) of a born again, do you sincerely believe that fulfilling all those requirements is a factor of the church you attend? Remember those conditions were revealed even before the Roman Catholic Church came into existence (and we all know that it is the oldest church in world), much less the present day Pentecostal churches that are fervently advocating being born again.

With reference to your point on idolatry, I will agree that some Catholics go a bit overboard with their reverence of Mary but I think Medube has a point when he talked about people who love their pastors ‘too much’, people talk like their pastors, dress like them and would swallow anything they say hook, line and sinker without questioning it just because he is the pastor. I am anything but judgmental but how else would you rationalize a pastor getting divorced, his flock justifying it? Bottom-line… most Christians are guilty of idolatry in some form.

Tevin Campbell, I was 13 and he was so cute and I didn’t know what ‘gay’ meant!

@ IAH LOL

i think eedris is mai-mai!!!

the answer to this question is simple, if you are a girl and you are shorter than your man, then closing your eyese will simply help u avoid looking up his nostrils!

i hate to sound so cynical folks, but i dont believe this story!!!