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With a deep thrust

Uncle broke my deep trust

Blood stains on my mattress

As I became another of his mistress

These words she said in tears

When uncle got this virgin “disvirgin”



Today, exactly 17 years after,

Her name

I mean her real name

tends to fad like an old blue jeans

As people now call her by her ways

A harlot that had lots of bedmates

A disgrace to female gender

At an age so tender

She would stop for every Venza



Every nights her legs spread up high in the air

like hands in worship

As she allows Every man that come to “come”

She had become loose

D only thing tight(tithe) about her is the 10% of her income

She parades in bumshots

Makeup so loud like a gunshot



And you know now

People must talk

So rumours came flying like airplanes in civil wars

Many spat as she walks pass

none ever asked why she took the wrong path



Trust me beside the money she gets

To buy the latest phones and human hair

There is a pathetic joy she derives

And uses as a curtain to cover the pains

Behind the scene

Behind her sin

Lies a melancholic soul longing for rescue

Rescue from her past traveling from afar

The thought of her molestation still challenges

Her freedom

Happiness has longed been kidnapped without ransom

Her memories bleeds from child abuse

Insecurity has turn her muse



Behind the scene

Lies a little girl who saw her first blood flow

not from menstrual pain

But from sexual pain

At eight she lost her parents

Uncle adopted her Because she couldn’t pay-rents



The only family she had left

Even though left handed uncle always

Seem right

Until that night

That night He came to say goodnight

Except for the fact that it took longer

before he turned off the light

“Hah but uncle I’m eight”

“Shhhhh don’t shout, can’t you see it’s late

Don’t worry it would soon be over”

As he turned her over



His finger sails fearlessly into her pants

Like a deer she pants

As she became wet only but with tears



With a deep thrust

Uncle broke her trust

Indeed that year was a great loss

As she mourns her parents and broken hymen



This shameful experience combated

With her self esteem

A disease of which her only medication was prostitution



And believe me there are many girls out there

Under torments from maybe different but

Similar experience

Making wrong decisions each day as they hallucinate their past



So before you put on that wig again judges

Please know this

That every movie has a making behind the scene

Every cupboard got a skeleton

And like the saying “Every saint has a past

And every sinner has a future

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Where is the pic of this your work mate or I don't believe it

Ok. Am going to look for my primary school classmates now. My story must change

Executive Keke

God pick up my call o. If me self buy small Range Rover e no bad na

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Somebody answrr

Really? But why na

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Part two is fully loaded.

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Their father. I demand that those officers first be dropped from the force, the agent at the network providers that attended to them be arrested and all of them be persecuted. Their father

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To be continued later today

The Husband put her in the family way. Kudos bro. He uses the other room very well

Abegi na today ? How the girls go comot from Nigeria they go Russia all on a promise of free visa , if them reach there wetin them go do ? The girls knew what they were getting into joor

Howusu about when them arrange sticks for road or cut grass put for back of the car ?

Morning all

He wasn’t always like this. He was a complete gentleman. Even if I was Oliver Twist, I couldn’t have asked for more in my wildest imagination. Tunde was an emblem of manhood. He was a composite man, a true lover- master of romance and superior intelligence. Tunde handled life with some kind of incredible wisdom as though he was an encyclopaedia of truth and logic. He always took responsibility regardless of circumstances and never limited influence to geography. This was one of the numerous qualities I admired in him. For me that’s a hallmark of moral excellence and superior character.

He would come to my aunty’s super market in those days to shop for a few household items and while paying his bills, he would glance at me with a suggestive smile. “How are you today?” was the phrase that usually follows his smile. Clearly he was a successful bachelor ready for marriage. Tunde was a tall, light-skinned and handsome young man. He’s got a great physique adorable enough to trip almost any lady. Tunde was amazingly committed to his faith and served earnest in the media department in his local assembly. As a professional computer scientist, he was well vast and extremely dexterous in his career. At some point I blushed over him even thought I felt shy to admit it. No one could have avoided such a graceful demeanour coupled with his pulchritudinous face.

Soon, we became friends as expected and from there, things advanced. Don’t ask me how but we got really serious. Tunde was what I had always wanted as a partner. I figured we would make a great couple together. I loved him and I was convinced he loved me too. The suggestive looks in his sexy eyes always swept me off my feet. It was not rear for me to laugh uncontrollably while am around him.

Oh perhaps I should mention that Tunde is a great cook. I died many times over his delicacies. Weekends were usually perfect occasions for me to exercise my franchise over his delicious dishes and he never hesitate to spoil me with his cooking. If you like call me “longer throat”. I didn’t know I loved food that much until I started dating Tunde. He was good in both traditional dishes and global cuisine. You need to taste Tunde’s baking’s most especially bacon and egg pie served with ketchup. If you are a lady, am quite sure you will wish you were me to have such a man. How can a man be this good with cooking and garnishing? I continued to puzzle. He had worked with a catering firm in his late years of adolescence and this was largely reflected in his cooking skills. I knew I could not have been a better cook than him. I didn’t have the blessing of catering school so my cooking abilities were tied to Nigeria conventional meals. Did I hear you say local champion? well maybe I was in that regard. I liked the fact that he was the best cook in the world. I was convinced that at least he was going to share a huge responsibility of cooking with me when we finally get married.

Sooner than expected, Tunde proposed to me and asked me to be his wife. It was the best feeling ever. I couldn’t consider the thought to say no. I couldn’t even hide the excitement. I suddenly felt this unusual euphoria like butterflies all over my stomach. I can remember vividly the scenario in my head. It was a four star restaurant in one of the leading and most cosy areas in Abuja. The wooden furniture, marble floor, beautiful screed walls, romantic lighting system and a roof I can’t even explain all worked in harmony to give the restaurant its peaceful and pulchritudinous ambiance. I have never been to heaven before, but I am certain that there will be areas in heaven that looks exactly like the restaurant. It was indeed heaven on earth.

As we sat across each other over a table full of all kinds of exotic and assorted mouth watering dishes and drinks, my stomach adjusted reminding me of the need to avoid gluttony. The organizing was so attractive and distracting at the same time but I had to be cautious enough to avoid the temptation. I needed to stay in the moment not in the food. Tunde then put on his poetic amour as though he was destined for a romantic battle with me. He began to speak as though he was playing a movie script. His words and gesture were so carefully chosen and accurate that again and again I was swept off my feet. Shakespeare would be jealous of such poetic utterances. Tunde ended his delicate narrative with a single powerful statement, will you marry me. I couldn’t believe what my ears were hearing. At first I thought I was ruptured. The excitement saturated my entire system like a viral infection………. To be continued.


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