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I do not see anything wrong with her surprising her husband to supposing it the other way around how will the man take it do to others what you want others to do to you remember what ever you do comes back to you direct or indirectly

Listen to your parents please am talking out of experience what an elder see sitting you can't see it even if you are on top of an iroko �

Give her some time she will come around you know what they say about once beaten twice shay help her gain your trust

The heart of a woman is deep

The heart of a woman is deep just keep trying show her more love give more attention make her see the sincerity of your heart best wishes

Up Arsenal

Let her be

Once a man notice you are desperate he will fine escape root my dear don't beg again find something very important and do with your time a better man will come he will love you and appreciate you truly from his heart oh please don't beg him again let him be

Don't beg him anymore and focus on something important the one that will love you and appreciate truly from the heart will definitely come

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If you don't love or like someone don't eat anything (money) from him or her it an Hausa adage

marvelous000:
I'm sorry if i sound obfuscating, but it's my writing proclivity.

form one grammar to an other please oh some of us are still learning

Honestly for my own view na personal decision to cheat or not

It so unfortunate some people don't value what dey have my guy think twice

it not all single mother's that are are wayward some are very responsible I know of one she has 3 kid's the first two are same father the last one has his own father presently a man has proposed to her and the wedding date has been fixed some of this woman have been through things it he who wear the shoe's that know where it pitches my bro if you love this lady truly and you feel she loves you too you guys should talk like adults make her understand your stand you just can tell

What do we say about the women that are virgins that even in there 20s can't get pregnant not to talk of 37 see every thing is in the hands of God if he loves her to the extend that he want to make her his wife let him go ahead age is nothing but number

must she even kill the man why not walk away abeg some people to do

That life my dear the people we love so deeply and dearly end up loving some other people irony of life just move on bro it well

Congrats dear

One thing wicked people don't understand is that what you do comes back to you direct or indirectly the world is a small place good nite girl

Thank God Nigeria do better thing at least

Lexusgs430:
Someone that was on £40K per annum and gambled her career on a BB win...... Requires some kind of evaluation....... It's not always greener on the other side.....

greed that what is called

The ant that eat's the vegetable is inside the vegetable hmmm

DanDeeBoss:
I am still looking for that lady you described up there....

see me here 100%

After the event that took place in the garden of Eden God sworn that he wll not interfere in the issue of man in finding a wife the only thing is for you to make your choice pray over It tell God it is his will you are waiting for not your will be sensitive when God steps into the matter else you will loose out as for the girl ask her once if no response let her be It may be a sign

Do to others what you want them to do to you remember you have sister's if you don't have sister's you would eventually have daughters be wise

Do to others what y

daddytime:
Judging from your narrative, it is safe to say the young girl is a 'beauty without brains' whatever that means, and I'm sure her beauty was what got you hooked before you tasted the pie and subsequently realized she wasn't so smart.

Bro, I'm going to be straight up with you like I always do man...Selfish and self-centered is what you are (in bold).

You never hear say meat wey person no dey chop say him no suppose use teeth share am?

Oh because she was pretty, undemanding and mgbekeish, you decided to hold on to her, leading her on, and only started being honest to her about your plans when you had started making your travel plans and thus realized she'd be too local for your new status?

My bro, if that girl were my sister, and you had the effrontery to come to my house to spill what you just did here, you wouldn't have been able to use that visa of yours, and I'd have personally aborted the pregnancy with my bare hands. What insult.

If she's not good enough for you to wife, she shouldn't have been good enough for you to dickk and of course mother your baby(s).

This is even worse than a baby mama thingy, this is a baby factory one.

All the story about you making it clear to her that you won't be marrying her are just some cunning silly afterthoughts of a chronic user who had a game plan from the get-go.

There's something I'll tell you now if you like take am if you no like leave am.

I just hope and pray you won't come back looking for and begging this lady in the future and by what time it'd have been late already because you'd pay for your bid to selfishly destroy this young girl's life and dump her. For whom I ask after one o'clock?

Look around you and you'd find examples of cases like this where the man would come begging after years when his recompense would have been served steamy hot.

You no see GEJ and PEJ? How you see dem upon say PEJ dey break bottle with English?

You had better retraced your step, my friend, learn to love that babe, marry her and start a family with her or else you go regret am o.

Forget all these your later later excuses abeg

NB

I am sharing the story below as a result of the op's and his ilks unruly attack on me and my submission just to make them see life from a different perspective and understand from what point my advise was made...


Growing up in the standard Lagos face me I slap you setting in Mafoluku Oshodi when the Military boys held sway in Nigeria, most of the matures here or history savvy's would understand how hopeless and depressing the economy and general standard of living was at this time.

Now, daddy and mummy had chosen to manufacture 11 of us as kids, and I'd be saddled with the onerous task of being the Nigerian "first son" with loads of expectation from me on finding a way to alleviate the family's situation and by extension better the lots of kids I had been brought into the world with at my parents behest and not because I had chosen to come to them.

You can at best imagine daddy, mum, we the kids and a cousin living with us then having to jostle for a space in two-room living space from a sixteen-room face me I face you living set up.

Not able to wrap my mind around the kind of life I had been born into and in the quest to better mine and my family's lot, I decided I was going to quit school, find a way to travel abroad, and go hustle for my family.

Before then, a bachelor neighbor Oli, had chosen our house as the only trusted one where he could drop his keys because he lived with his boys/friends who were all traders at Idumota.

There was one of his roomies who was in his 40's then (Ikenna), he was always ever the last to leave home and would, as usual, drop their key at mine.

My immediate younger sister (Mary) had just finished high school, naive and still a virgin, she'd naturally be at home most times.

In the midst of all these, I had found out I could risk my life through the desert in search of a better life abroad, after all how I want to take get a visa, and if I die, I die but I had decided I'd rather die trying instead of sitting, watching my family ravaged by poverty and still die. All die na die I had told my young self.

Got myself prepped, lied to my dad and made him raise me some little cash, and into the desert, I proceeded.

For two whole years, I had languished on the road and was only able to communicate with my family only after about 6 months of living home. For sure they'd thought I had gone back to my maker.

After the two unforgettable years of languishing on the road, I had succeeded into Spain eventually, called up daddy to break the news to him, he didn't quite believe me. Note that this was before the era of mobile phones in Nigeria. Sensing that daddy was having a hard time believing I was in Spain finally, I had dropped the line, did a western union money transfer from the locotorium I was calling from, called him back and furnished him with the transfer details.

Then and only then was I able to convince daddy otherwise.

And then, keeping to my nomadic and adventurous lifestyle, I had proceeded on to move on to the Netherlands to go tell the authorities there how I and my friendly 'horse' on whose back I had ridden to Europe were the only ones surviving from my little village in Delta, hence my request to seek asylum in their country.

Luckily for me, I had succeeded in convincing them to allow me to stay in the Netherlands and would be given a weekly stipend as pocket money back then in camp. From this money I'd call home on weekends, talk to my family and always assured my other siblings that I'd make sure they had the best education having slaughtered mine on the altar of "I wan bail family out".

During one of such weekend calls, after the usual pleasantries exchanged, daddy had told me in a stutter....

" Mary, your younger sister fell pregnant and now has a daughter"...

Ah ah... I had muttered in obvious instant deflation plus disappointment, but I had refused to get angry, judge my sister or castigate her.

I asked daddy, how, when and by whom...


Still stuttering, he had told me it was like a month after I had left Nigeria, she initially wasn't forthcoming with who was responsible, how it had brought shame to the family which I could imagine knowing how our neighbors were, and how even some people had been insinuating that daddy who was a deeper life pastor might be responsible because no one could make a sense of how Mary who was a home girl could fall pregnant. The whole matter weak me like dodo, but I listened with rapt attention anyways.

And then, daddy said she later confessed that Ikenna, who we called Brother Ikenna was responsible. He had denied responsibility but when my battalion siblings faced him, he had accepted responsibility with zero plans to marry her just like this op.

I told dad how disappointed I was, and how angry I am that they had kept it away from me for that long, told them not to worry that I'd take care of my sister and the kid and hung up.

Fast forward to 2008 when I visited Nigeria, the baby Vic had grown, obviously abandoned with my family. She'd grown up to see my mum as hers and Mary as aunty Mary until recently.

Levels had changed, I had improved my family's situation, built them a house in Lagos, Ikenna gone with the wind, and would soon resurface looking for daddy's number and whoever could point him on how to locate my family.

By this time he should be in his 50s, no life, wife or any other kid. Come and see abeg.


My phone would go bellowing one day, upon picking up, the voice at the other end had been subtle and subdued with a "good afternoon sir, na me Ikenna"...

Ah ah..bwoda Ikenna, na me you dey call sir?

He went on, abeg no vex for wetin happen I know say I Bleep up...wetIn i wan tell bwoda Ikenna after how many years... I simply dropped the call.. I no fit shout.

The long and short of it all is that, today over 20 years later...

Brother Ikenna's life is nothing to write home about.

Mary, my younger sister is today happily married and would soon be one of the youngest grandmas because Vicky, the kid in question had grown into a very beautiful young promising graduate.

Some men don't understand life I have friends with such experiences the Bible is truly complete better is the end of a matter than it begging

All na wash, see kettle is calling pot black

OndoFirstBorn:
EFCC is now a shadow of itself. Now chasing after yahoo boys when politicians are looting our treasury on a daily basis. shame

No be lie

Londonboyrep:
Sorry but that's the way of the world i.e people suffer for things that they had no choice in. Its there and readily available statistics people who come from broken homes go on to have broken homes of theirs as well. I didn't make up these statistics it's there, google it yourself. And in my experience this is so true - if their parents didn't value their marriage and gave up without fighting then chances are the children of that marriage will do the same. There is, of course, the odd exception as with everything in this world. I have a child with someone from a broken home and yes, you guessed right, we are not together because she ended up a pathetic cheat just like her mum. By Broken home I mean single parent home i.e if even if you live with a natural parent and step-parent then in my view that is not a broken home. I have a child in a broken home and by God this bothers me a lot. This is my view and no need for insults.

I am from a broken home but I can tell you without mixing words that I am very decent 100% it doesn't mean that people from broken homes are not well mannered Life is a choice there are people from decent home good background that can not stand people from a broken home we didn't plan it it just happened God has a reason for everything

Apostle Johnson suleman