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If you really want things to change, you must always be willing to act on
information that can change your situation.

A lot of persons reached out yesterday, asking me about how they can start
earning in dollars and what the Amazon Kdp was about.

I will break it down for you now, just follow me closely.

Amazon Kindle Direct Publishing is the publishing arm of Amazon where anybody
can self-publish books and get royalties.

Now, the first thing that comes to your mind is that “I am not a writer”

This is not just for writers, it’s for anyone who really wants to earn passively in
dollars.

It’s not just about writing books, it’s about creating books that are in demand.
These books include low-content or no-content books. That means you can
publish books that have little or no-content at all.

Examples are notebooks, log-books, workbooks, colour books etc.
So, you basically create some of these books without writing a word. Isn’t that
amazing?

That means you can even create up to 5 books per day without a single writing
skill.
And you’re taught step by step how you can do this with just your smartphone or
a laptop.

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It’s a new day. You can make the right decision and you can make today count.

I’m amazed at the rate at which the prices of things are going up and if you’re a salary earner i'm sure you know that salary remains constant.

It’s sad but complaining won’t change anything. "What can I do about it?" should be
the right question to ask.

The most unfortunate part is how the naira keeps losing it’s value.

So one of the best decisions you can make is to get a side business that can earn
you extra income.

Amazingly you can even earn in dollars without quitting your job or leaving the
comfort of your home. You can do all this with just that smartphone in your hands
or a laptop.

In the image attached is the testimony of a job seeker who made his first earning by making that simple decision to sell books online.

Want to make a Nigerian girl happy? Give her the craziest, cheapest gift.
80% of our girls prefer cheap sincere gifts to expensive ones.

I do not belong to this school of thought that you need a lot of money or plenty gifts to impress a girl.

A girl who wants to like you will like you without giving you any problem. Even if you wear one shirt for a whole week, if she finds you naturally amazing and easy to flow with, she's game.

Not all Nigerian girls are gluttons. While some won't mind swallowing your life, some are ok with a bottle of coke..

I once said I've never dated a girl that always demanded "urgent 2k" and someone said something like "a girl that likes you doesn't stress you." It's true.

Bro, take note, a girl that constantly demands from you doesn't like you. If every time you turn in her direction and she's always in demand for something, watch it.

If your girlfriend doesn't understand the fact that you are a hustler and keeps asking you to foot her bills at the expense of your finance, that's not the kind of motivation you need in your life.

Bro, you owe no girlfriend. If she's not giving as much as she's taking, that should be a big red flag. I do say it is your responsibility to take care of your woman — that's a woman that's taking care of you in return.

Paying for her hair, renewing her data, buying her gifts and so on should be of your own free will, not what she thinks she's entitled to.

Sometimes ago on this space, I said a guy is not entitled to any girl's body, likewise, a girl is not entitled to any guy's money. Whatever you both give each other in that relationship should be what you are willingly letting go, not what the other party thinks they must have because you are dating them.

If you have enough, lavish it on her, it's none of my business. But I wouldn't want you to be as foolish as lavishing on a girl who's not lavishing on you in one way or the other.

Remember, there are girls who find real joy in the simplest and cheapest gifts you can afford. There are girls who want nothing from you but a peace of mind and some fun. May you find the right one for you.

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My sister, don't be deceived, men are attracted by what they see on the outside first before they get attracted by what's inside you.

Forget that inner beauty they preach to you in your local community meetings, men can't see what's in you untill they get closer to you.

If I don't find you attractive physically, I won't come near you. You can't be looking unkempt and be shouting "it's inner beauty that matters." Yes, inner beauty matters, but outside beauty propels a man to 'chyke' you.

Even pastors go for outside beauty first before getting to know if she's spirit-filled; if she's burning for Christ.

It's like a man who wants to buy a car, if the body looks so rusty and dirty, even though the engine is brand new and in a very good shape, he won't be attracted to such car.

You don't have to be rich like DJ Cuppy or Kim Kadeshean to look beautiful. Make your hair, wear dresses that suit your skin colour, look presentable, package yourself well and walk like you're not owing cooperative society any money.

You are a woman, a beautiful one...it is how you present yourself people will welcome you.

#relationship #woman #selfesteem

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mosdii:
Nigerian Girls Are Useless...All Of Them

Why do you come up with such declaration? Who did you strong thing?

Five major elements that keep two people together forever:

Compatibility:
The ability to understand each other without saying much. The person you are compatible with is that person whom you share things in common with, or whose characters complement yours.
You can be compatible with someone in terms of values or in terms of attitude.

If you are the kind of person who talks a lot, you'll be compatible with a partner who doesn't talk much but would listen attentively to you. If you are fire in nature, you need a partner that is water in nature. For your relationship to run smoothly, you need someone who complements you in almost every way: sexually, financially, spiritually, emotionally, psychologically and physically.

Trust:
When you trust someone, it means you love them enough. Trust and love work hand in hand. The moment you start having the crazy idea of your partner cheating on you or doing what you don't expect them to do, this is the beginning of the end of that relationship. Not trusting your partner automatically affects the love and affection you have for them.

Money:
This is one of the most important elements that makes relationships grow strong. A relationship will do great with other elements, but when money comes in it becomes greater. You need money to enjoy the full goodness in your relationship, you can't push that fact aside. Money is important.

Sex:
Sweet sex is a game booster, I'll keep saying this. Nothing boosts your relationship's intimacy better than great sex. The commonest reason people cheat on their partners, spouses is because of sex. If you and your partner are not sexually compatible and the situation is not getting any better, I'll advise you both to put a full stop to that relationship before things get out of hand.

It's better to remain single than be in a relationship whereby you cheat or you're being cheated upon. Such relationship is not good for your mental health.

Effective communication:
Continuous meaningful communication is a game booster. Couples who converse together, play together, pray together, exercise together and do more together stay together. Communication is a channel that lets both of you have access into each other's lives.

Communication allows you know each other better. It is not enough to just study your partner, you need good communication to understand them better.

It's just like a class teacher teaching his students in a biology practical class, if he just asks the students to study the specimens without saying a word to them, how does he expect them to understand what they are studying.
You need to adopt that habit of communicating verbally or any other means available. Just communicate.

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I was asking some group of friends online if they could turn an item in their possession into money, what would it be and a friend said her phone. She said she needed something she could do with her phone and generate money.

The next question I threw at her was, "can you write?"

"Yes," she said.

"Are you really good or you are just a learner?" I asked one more question.

"I am good, but I still learn from others," she said.

Then I told her she could turn her talent into a money making tool. She joined the platform after giving her more info about our platform and she's been writing more since then. She doesn't just write now, she earns along as well. And guess what, she's improving day by day.

There are still people like you and the girl in this short story I just narrated, you write so well but just for fun. People appreciate your writing skill and prowess, but that's all, nothing to add, no money is coming in.

Well, if you would give me a minute of your time to tell you that you also can write and earn by joining our platform of creative writers.

Just have your articles or stories published, get people to click on your stories and viola! You are earning! You earn on every click on your articles/stories, you earn on every comment and likes. You also earn when you invite creative minds like yourself.

Isn't that cool?

Although, our platform is not a place where you will expect to earn #50,000 in 45 minutes, but trust me, you can earn as much as #50k-#100k in a month, depends on how much you are committed to your talent.

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What are you waiting for?

At one point of our lives, almost everyone of us must have probably walked into a luxury shop or boutique to purchase an expensive item (clothing, dress, jewelry,care products, cosmetics, etc), we must have spent a fortune on those items. After we've left, someone else definitely walked in and purchased an item or two as well. This happens everyday, people never stop walking in to get an expensive item.



Have you ever wondered how much these fashion brands make on a daily basis, or annually? Do you know their networth? This article will open your eyes and mind to these information, so next time you walk into any shop to purchase one of their items, you remember how much they worth.



1. LVHM: Worth $37.14 Billion

Whenever you hear the words "Luois Vuitton," what comes to mind, no doubt, is luxury.

Hennessy Louis Vuitton, commonly known as LVMH is a French multinational, multibillion-dollar corporation and conglomerate specializing in luxury goods, headquartered in Paris, France. The company was formed in 1987 through the merger of fashion house Louis Vuitton (founded in 1854) with Moët Hennessy, which was established after the 1971 merger between the champagne producer Moët & Chandon and the cognac producer Hennessy.

LV is a brand associated with people of affluent, their productions range from clothing, cosmetics, fashion accessories, jewelry, perfumes, spirits, watches, to wines.

So, next time you're buying an item with the brand's logo on it, be sure your credit card is loaded because their products sell for really high prices, making them the richest brand in the world.



2. H&M: Worth $18.82 Billion

Hennes & Mauritz AB is a Swedish multinational clothing-retail company known for its fast-fashion clothing for men, women, teenagers and children. According to 2019 analysis, H&M operates in 74 countries with over 5,000 stores under the various company brands, with 126,000 full-time equivalent positions. Due to their pricing, a handful of people prefer to shop from H&M.



3. Kering: Worth $15.65 Billion

Starting off as the timber-trading company Pinault S.A. , Kering (later name) was founded in 1963 by François Pinault. After the company was quoted on Euronext Paris in 1988, it became the retail conglomerate Pinault-Printemps-Redoute (PPR) in 1994, and the luxury group Kering in 2013. The group is a constituent of the CAC 40 since 1995. François-Henri Pinault is President and CEO of Kering since 2005.

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Discussing your salary and work benefits/bonuses with a colleague is not a good idea. You may be wondering "I see nothing wrong in that, why shouldn't I know a colleague's salary and them knowing mine?" Here are four important reasons you shouldn't discuss your salary with a co-worker or anyone.



1. It brings love-hate relationship between you and such colleague

Overtime, it has been recorded that one of the most common reasons co-workers hold grudges against each other is because of their differences in pay check.



When you discuss your salary with a co-worker and it happens that you are being paid more than they are, such colleague may feel underpaid, they may start avoiding you or hold unnecessary grudge against you.



2. It reduces workability

A colleague may feel bad or inferior knowing that his salary is too low compared to yours. And if it happens that his/her salary is higher than yours, pompousness sets in on their part while you feel less of yourself on your own part, leading to having low self-esteem. This may also affect your productivity negatively.



3. Segregation among workers

Discussing salary with a colleagues can bring separation among them.

There have been cases of division or segregation between high earners and low earners. When this happens, it creates a work environment that is not healthy for individuals and the company itself.



4. People lie about their salaries

You do more harm to yourself when you disclose your salary to a colleague because people lie. A fellow staff can lie about their salary, they can either add to or subtract from the figure they earn. This can lead to you not performing your duties well, or becoming too proud. This can push you to demanding a raise from your boss instead of putting more effort into your work. You may end up losing your job for possessing a wrong information.



When you get a raise at work, keep it to yourself. These days, people respect you according to what you earn, keep them guessing.



It is better not to discuss your salary with a colleague, or even an outsider. If a friend asks how much you earn, just say "enough to feed me and pay my bills."

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Discussing your salary and work benefits/bonuses with a colleague is not a good idea. You may be wondering "I see nothing wrong in that, why shouldn't I know a colleague's salary and them knowing mine?" Here are four important reasons you shouldn't discuss your salary with a co-worker or anyone.



1. It brings love-hate relationship between you and such colleague

Overtime, it has been recorded that one of the most common reasons co-workers hold grudges against each other is because of their differences in pay check.



When you discuss your salary with a co-worker and it happens that you are being paid more than they are, such colleague may feel underpaid, they may start avoiding you or hold unnecessary grudge against you.



2. It reduces workability

A colleague may feel bad or inferior knowing that his salary is too low compared to yours. And if it happens that his/her salary is higher than yours, pompousness sets in on their part while you feel less of yourself on your own part, leading to having low self-esteem. This may also affect your productivity negatively.



3. Segregation among workers

Discussing salary with a colleagues can bring separation among them.

There have been cases of division or segregation between high earners and low earners. When this happens, it creates a work environment that is not healthy for individuals and the company itself.



4. People lie about their salaries

You do more harm to yourself when you disclose your salary to a colleague because people lie. A fellow staff can lie about their salary, they can either add to or subtract from the figure they earn. This can lead to you not performing your duties well, or becoming too proud. This can push you to demanding a raise from your boss instead of putting more effort into your work. You may end up losing your job for possessing a wrong information.



When you get a raise at work, keep it to yourself. These days, people respect you according to what you earn, keep them guessing.



It is better not to discuss your salary with a colleague, or even an outsider. If a friend asks how much you earn, just say "enough to feed me and pay my bills."

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If you wake up from bed one morning and discover that you don’t really love your woman as you used to or find her attractive like you used to back in those courtship days, it’s your fault. Yeah, you read that right, it’s no one’s fault but yours. That thing which attracted you to her didn’t just disappear in a day, you have been careless and unreasonable for a while.

I’ve heard cases of married men complaining about their wives, most especially how they look. I’ve heard things like:



“My wife used to be pretty back then in school, now she’s lost all the shape and curves.”



“I can’t go out with my wife, she looks embarrassing, she doesn’t know how to dress.”

“This is not the woman I married, she used to be moderately plumpy, now she’s fat!”

Or something like “If you saw my wife back in those days, you’d definitely turn your head to look again, but now, I can barely let her see me off to the gate.”

Look, your wife did not lose that sexiness in a day. She didn’t become fat overnight. Lemme ask you these questions:

What did you do when you took her out on a date and she ordered one full chicken and a bowl of fries and beef burger?

Did you caution her when she got promotions from eating two wraps of fufu to three wraps, then to six wraps?



Did you stop her from adding too much butter to her bread and five cubes of sugar to her coffee?

Did you remind her eating fruits beautifies the skin from within instead of using body creams that remove black spots?

When was the last time you took her along to the gym? Or when was the last time you both jogged or took the evening walk around the street?

When was the last time you helped her choose dresses that fit her best in a store or pep talk her on wearing what you love to see her in once in a while?

When was the last time you kissed her ‘goodbye’ before heading for work?

My dear brother, after having a woman in your possession, whatever she turns into is as a result of how well or how bad you handle her…she’s your full responsibility, your project.

At this point, permit me to say women are like cars, if your level of recklessness remains high, every car you handle will always tumble. If you handle a woman badly and she becomes unattractive to you and you dump her, there’s every tendency that the next woman you meet will end up the same way.

If you can’t handle a woman in a beautiful way, you don’t need a woman.
Instead of leaving your ‘this is not what she used to look like’ wife for a younger fancy lady, work on your wife and make your home more beautiful.

If you don’t like the way she dresses or eats, tell her, she won’t kill you. Let her know it’s all for her own good.
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1. Understand the concept of the loan:

One of the reasons borrowers always find it difficult to pay back their loans is because they have little understanding about what they were getting into. They so badly needed the money that they didn’t read carefully the terms and conditions of the loan, the interest rates and other necessary information. Before you take a loan, it is expected of you to know a great deal about the bank or company granting you the loan, understand how the interest rates work, and so on.



2. Have something that is generating income for you:



Before taking a loan, be sure you are making money somewhere, either through another channel of business or civil service. Don’t take money when you’re going bankrupt or when your business is close to empty. If you’re taking a loan, be at least a salary earner or a business owner. Jobless people should not take loans.



3. Ask for a loan when you’re making sales:

When you want to take a loan, be sure you’re making sales, be sure money is coming in everyday. As the money is coming in through sales, be saving up to pay back your loan… this is where the attitude of saving comes in. Like I explain in the previous article, you can pay up your loan before the due date.

Don’t take loan when the economy is bad or when sales are slow.



4. Be genuine with your reason for taking a loan:

If you’re taking a loan for business, use it for that business. Don’t collect a loan to restock and use the money to throw a birthday party. Be honest with yourself.



I’ll like to quickly chip this in. Don’t take a loan because someone has promised to give you a certain amount of money. If someone promised to give you N100,000, taking a loan hoping to pay back when you get the money someone promised you is a very bad idea, humans will always be humans, you can be disappointed.



5. Know your worth:

Before taking a loan to support your business, be sure your shop is full to an extent, be sure you have at least goods worth 150% of the loan you’re taking. Don’t take a loan to start up a business, that’s a very bad idea.

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1. Understand the concept of the loan:

One of the reasons borrowers always find it difficult to pay back their loans is because they have little understanding about what they were getting into. They so badly needed the money that they didn’t read carefully the terms and conditions of the loan, the interest rates and other necessary information. Before you take a loan, it is expected of you to know a great deal about the bank or company granting you the loan, understand how the interest rates work, and so on.



2. Have something that is generating income for you:



Before taking a loan, be sure you are making money somewhere, either through another channel of business or civil service. Don’t take money when you’re going bankrupt or when your business is close to empty. If you’re taking a loan, be at least a salary earner or a business owner. Jobless people should not take loans.



3. Ask for a loan when you’re making sales:

When you want to take a loan, be sure you’re making sales, be sure money is coming in everyday. As the money is coming in through sales, be saving up to pay back your loan… this is where the attitude of saving comes in. Like I explain in the previous article, you can pay up your loan before the due date.

Don’t take loan when the economy is bad or when sales are slow.



4. Be genuine with your reason for taking a loan:

If you’re taking a loan for business, use it for that business. Don’t collect a loan to restock and use the money to throw a birthday party. Be honest with yourself.



I’ll like to quickly chip this in. Don’t take a loan because someone has promised to give you a certain amount of money. If someone promised to give you N100,000, taking a loan hoping to pay back when you get the money someone promised you is a very bad idea, humans will always be humans, you can be disappointed.



5. Know your worth:

Before taking a loan to support your business, be sure your shop is full to an extent, be sure you have at least goods worth 150% of the loan you’re taking. Don’t take a loan to start up a business, that’s a very bad idea.

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A lot of people, especially business owners, are scared to take loans to support whatever they need money for, partly because of what they have heard about the troubles that come with taking a loan, the dragging by creditors, and partly because of the interest rates.

Know this, taking a loan is not totally a bad idea, in fact, there are business owners who had been able to grow their businesses because they took a loan.

However, if you don't understand the concepts of how loans work, I'll advise you to stay away from it. This is the first thing you need to consider, know the concepts.

Your reason for taking a loan must be genuine.

If you need a loan to support your business, let it be for that business. Don't take a loan to boost your business and use it to buy home appliances. Don't take a loan to pay for the children's school fees and use it to buy a car.

Have a cogent reason for taking a loan.

There are different kinds of loans: personal loan, business loan, home-equity loans, emergency loan, etc.

The best loan you can ever take as a business person is a small business loan, i.e, a loan you take to support your business.

If you are a start up, you can take a loan as low as #1,000 to as high as #90,000, which attracts an interest of 3?5%. SMEs can take as high as #1m (which attracts an interest of 5%), this is when you are dealing with a cooperative.

Before you take a loan to support your business, be sure you're really making sales. Don't take a loan when you know sales are very slow, this is the mistake most people make.

You can actually pay up a loan before the due date, how? If you're making sales.

Let us assume you took a loan of #50,000 to support your business and the interest rate is 3.5% over a period of 3 months, that means you will be paying back the sum of #51,750 after 3 months.

Now, you are making sales everyday. Spread that #51,750 over 3 months (84 days), which means you'll be paying about #617 everyday. So, if you're paying back #700 everyday, you would have paid back within 75 days instead of 84 days.

Next, I'll be telling you things to consider before taking a loan.

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Mide3367:
Oga I beg to you comot that mind set all women are not the same. Women nature is universal. I mean they reason the same way worldwide..

I beg to differ, but I still respect your opinion

Hahahaha. Baba don vex.

But all women are not the same, you know.

And to be honest with you, women are not as stubborn as you say, they mostly want to be loved, pampered and spoil. When you love your woman, she loves you more, it is only the nonsense ones among them that misbehave even if you give them the whole world.

Women love it when you listen to them, that's one of the best ways to pay attention to a woman.

If you wake up from bed one morning and discover that you don’t really love your woman as you used to or find her attractive like you used to back in those courtship days, it’s your fault. Yeah, you read that right, it’s no one’s fault but yours. That thing which attracted you to her didn’t just disappear in a day, you have been careless and unreasonable for a while.

I’ve heard cases of married men complaining about their wives, most especially how they look. I’ve heard things like:
“My wife used to be pretty back then in school, now she’s lost all the shape and curves.”

“I can’t go out with my wife, she looks embarrassing, she doesn’t know how to dress.”

“This is not the woman I married, she used to be moderately plumpy, now she’s fat!”

Or something like “If you saw my wife back in those days, you’d definitely turn your head to look again, but now, I can barely let her see me off to the gate.”

Look, your wife did not lose that sexiness in a day. She didn’t become fat overnight. Lemme ask you these questions:

What did you do when you took her out on a date and she ordered one full chicken and a bowl of fries and beef burger?

Did you caution her when she got promotions from eating two wraps of fufu to three wraps, then to six wraps?

Did you caution her when she got promotions from eating two wraps of fufu to three wraps, then to six wraps?

Did you stop her from adding too much butter to her bread and five cubes of sugar to her coffee?

Did you remind her eating fruits beautifies the skin from within instead of using body creams that remove black spots?

When was the last time you took her along to the gym? Or when was the last time you both jogged or took the evening walk around the street?

When was the last time you helped her choose dresses that fit her best in a store or pep talk her on wearing what you love to see her in once in a while?

When was the last time you kissed her ‘goodbye’ before heading for work?

My dear brother, after having a woman in your possession, whatever she turns into is as a result of how well or how bad you handle her…she’s your full responsibility, your project.

At this point, permit me to say women are like cars, if your level of recklessness remains high, every car you handle will always tumble. If you handle a woman badly and she becomes unattractive to you and you dump her, there’s every tendency that the next woman you meet will end up the same way.

If you can’t handle a woman in a beautiful way, you don’t need a woman.
Instead of leaving your ‘this is not what she used to look like’ wife for a younger fancy lady, work on your wife and make your home more beautiful.

If you don’t like the way she dresses or eats, tell her, she won’t kill you. Let her know it’s all for her own good.

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BANJO

"Dami?" I felt a lump in my throat as I called her name, quickly swallowed hard. Before I could repeat the name she jumped off the bed like someone who'd been stung by a bee and threw all her weight on me, pressing her body against mine, her boobs squeezed against my chest like a baker moulding flour and omelet.

Damilola was a long time neighborhood friend in school. During my first year in school, Dami took the UTME but unfortunately for her, FUTA's post-UTME didn't favour her, so she had to spend an extra year at home. She had a friend named Tolani in my lodge then, whenever she came around she would send Tolani to me because she was too shy to approach me.

Before long, we started talking, had a thing and we started seeing each other. On countless Fridays, Dami would tell her single mom she was going for a vigil, unknown to her mom, my room was the church, good sex was the session and I was the minister. We did this for about two years before she finally gained admission to study Business Administration in Adekunle Ajasin University, Akungba.

The feelings started fading after then. Out of sight could really mean out of mind.

Before I could ask what she was doing in my room, she threw her arms around my neck and pressed her lips against mine, she scented chocolate as usual.

"I've missed you," was the most sensible thing she could think of.

"Don't you miss me?" she asked.

"What are you doing here," I countered her question with mine.

"What am I doing here," she scowled, "well, there's crisis going on in school, so mom asked me to come home."

"And this is the home?" I was feeling more tired because she wouldn't let go. I managed to drop my backpack on the carpeted floor and placed the food I bought on the cupboard.

"Don't be naughty jor," she said childishly, "I told mom I would be coming to Akure tomorrow, she doesn't know I'm in Akure already, so I thought I would spend the night with you, then head home tomorrow," she finalized her words with a teasing smile.

"And you didn't care to inform me before hand?" I asked, sounding tensed.

Finally, she let go of my neck to pick her phone. She held it out to my face, I saw my name on her call log list, three or more tiny red arrows were showing at the bottom of my name, indicating missed calls.

"I called you like five times but you never picked my calls."

"I'm sorry about that, guess I was busy when you called."

"It's ok. I remembered you always dropped your key under the footmat, that's how I got in," she explained sympathetically.

I told her I was really famished and needed to eat and freshen up. She offered the cake and yoghurt she'd brought along but I suggested we keep it for later. I settled down with my beans and bread, which she would never let pass her nose, talk more of eat.

After eating, I took off my towel from the top of the door and dashed into the bathroom, let the cool water run for a while, then stepped out. That was when I finally got time to access my guest.

Good hunger could make you ignore what someone looked like. I realized I've missed her, I've missed her body. She was wearing her short nightgown, revealing her fresh spotless light thighs. She was lying on her chest, busy with her phone.

I felt a bulge under the towel tied around me. The fan was doing a good job, the breeze coming in through the window too was appreciated.

I slowly bent over, my arms pressing hard into the bed and kissed her nape. She moved but ignored the kiss. I started working on her neck with my tongue, to her earlobes. I continued until she turned to face me, eye to eye. I pressed my lips on her soft lips, started off slowly till the tension built. My right hand found it's way to her left breast, tenderly squeezed it like bread, pinched the nip. She let out a soft moan.

I adjusted my position so I could reach both boobs with both hands, applied my wet tongue and started sucking hard on them, passing the nips into my mouth. Everything was fresh and clean: her legs, boobs, tummy, navel and honey pot. She nibbled on my ear while I sucked her boobs. In a minute I flipped her over me while my back was on the bed. Like she knew what I wanted without telling her, she dramatically moved down my broad chest like a snake till she reached my navel.

Like someone unwrapping a Christmas gift, she unwrapped my towel and let the beast out. My ramming tool was waiting for action but she wasn't ready for action yet, she lifted my balls like someone carrying a Petri dish in a lab, and started licking them. I felt like fainting, I was powerless in her care, she kept eating my balls like pigeon eggs while she stroked my rod. She turned around into a 69 position, her shaved clean odourless pussy staring at my face.

Like someone under a spell, I grabbed her ass, pulled her pussy to my face and started eating it like tangerine. We both moaned sweetly, her rhythm leading mine. We kept at it for some minutes, when she couldn't take it anymore, she got up, pulled me up and said,

"I want you inside me," like she was reading my mind.

I reached for her waist and gently let her down on her back, I reached for condom under my bed but none was available. I remembered I used the last one with Peju that morning.

"Damn!" I mused.

Well, one night without condom won't do any harm.

Her wet pussy was waiting for some plunging. I inserted my rocky rod and thrust slowly, letting her juice cover the length of my rod. I increased the tempo at intervals till I was going at a regular speed of two thrusts per second. My hands worked on her titties while my Johnson explored every corner of her kitty cat. She started moaning loudly, then I remembered she was a screamer, I was ready to block the scream out anytime from then. I lifted her left leg, let it rest on my chest and pounded as harder as I could.

She whimpered, which turned me on. Pounded her more and more, till I felt she was becoming breathless, I slowed down so she could catch her breath.

She said, "I want to ride you," I obliged. We switched positions and she started riding my dick.

"Bleep, this is damn good," I thought foolishly. Her juice was soaking every inch of my cock. She rode me like a bike, rode me like an ass, rode me like a horse.

She kept riding till I was close to coming, she increased her movement like some bitch twerking to some rap song in a strip club. I didn't know where she'd learned this move.

School could really do worse to an innocent girl, I thought. Before I knew it, I felt some warm fluid on my groin, she had come, breathless, exhausted. She started twisting and twirling her kitty cat slowly till I came too.

She was out of strength, I was too. She lay there on my body, my cock still inside her. It was one hell of a ride for us. She got off me and entered he bathroom. I heard the water run, and before long she was out. I checked my phone, 9:03pm.

She kissed me on the cheek and lay beside me on the bed. We didn't say a word but she was giggling, tracing my six packs with her tender fingers.

"I've missed your dick," she said optionally.

"Don't wake the monster again," I said teasingly.

"What if I do," she asked seductively, adding some intentions to her tone.

"You bear the brunt," I replied.

She reached for my flaccid cock and started jerking it till it came to live.

"Now you've awoken the monster," I said and she bit her lip.

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BANJO

It was then I concluded within me that Vivian was one pathetic spoilt brat, so arrogant and annoying. I really tried my best to be nice but it seemed she didn't deserve the better side of me. In her rush to get out of the cafeteria, she had left her flask behind, next to the chair I was sitting on.

I recalled her carrying it when she entered, I was not bothered, her problem was none of my business. I went on with my textbook because I had a test to be prepared for the following week. I was really lagging behind in my studies and it was showing in my CGPA, it was time to buckle down.

I checked the time on my phone screen, 5:45pm. "How time flies," I thought. I packed my textbook, jotter amd pen in my backpack, exhausted, famished. I had the urge to buy snacks and a bottle of coke but I decided to save the money for a better meal, a plate of beans and bread at Mandate would be better. Mandate served the best beans on campus.

The evening had become cooler than it was during the day. I had told Toyosi and the others guys I would like to cover one topic before heading home. After zipping up my backpack, I was left with the choice of taking the nonsense girl's flask with me or i should just leave it there, if someone else picked it up, it would be my pleasure.

I found myself arguing with my conscience, at the end, I picked it up, hoping to hand it over to her on Wednesday when we had class together. I'd been told some students from another department took a course of ours as elective, I was sure Vivian was one of them, but I didn't know which department she was, I wasn't sure if I'd seen her before our first encounter either.

It would be had getting a bus going to Obakekere around the cafeteria by this time of the day, so I had to trek a few distance to the first bus stop. I was trekking along the road when a Hyundai sport car that just passed by me reversed back, I didn't pay much attention to its driver until I heard the honk of its horn..."peen peen."

The driver was a female, I couldn't make out who it was because the windows were semi-tinted in black. She wound down the window screen on the passenger's side and there she was, Miss Arrogant. I looked straight into her eyes questioningly.

"I believe you have what belongs to me," she said almost soberly.

I had almost forgotten I was carrying her flask in my right hand.

"Oh," I said surprisingly, realising for the first time how beautiful she was. She had changed out of the joggers and ladies' singlet she had on about two hours ago into a blue jean and a plain black shirt, tight enough for me to make sense the size of her breasts —they were full to an extent, big just the way I liked them.

Her lips gloss made her mouth somewhat perfect and her makeup-free face shined brighter in the evening mood. Her weaved artificial hair which was bonded earlier was now flowing off her shoulder, down her back.

"You left it behind," I said as I stretched it towards her.

"Thank you," she said with less cacophony in her voice this time around. I liked that.

"It's not really hard to say, is it?"

"What," she asked raising her brows.

"Thank you," I smiled.

"Oh, that, yeah." I saw her mouth curve into a smile.

There was a pause.

Then I said, "I was going to give it to your friend during the next class anyways."

"I really appreciate it, once again, thank you."

"You are welcome," I replied.

"So, I guess you're heading towards south gate, can I drop you off?"

Did she just offer me a ride? Yes, she did. But in our 'bro code of conduct' "you don't accept a girl's ride on the first day."

"No, thanks, I'm good," I said.

"Are you that mad at me?"

"Nope," I replied, shaking my head, though I hoped she still apologize.

"Ok, I'm sorry for how I addressed you earlier, also on Wednesday," she was saying.

"Apology accepted. But seriously, I'll be fine," I insisted.

"You sure?" she asked.

"Sure, thanks," I assured her.

"Ok then, see you on Wednesday?"

"Yeah, Wednesday...see you around." I stood there and watched her put the car in motion, drive a distance and turn at a junction not far from the cafeteria, she honked at me when she passed by and I waved in answer."



********



I really wished I'd accepted the ride, because by the time I got home, it was 20 minutes to 7pm and I was really drained. I stood at the bus stop for about thirty minutes before I concluded it was high time I put my legs into use. It took me about fifteen minutes to walk from the bus stop to south gate. I stopped at Mandate to get a packaged plate of beans and bread instead of eating it right there. Shortly, I was in front of my apartment.

I was about picking the key to my apartment from under the mat when I noticed it wasn't there. Only one person knew where I usually kept the key, and that was Toyosi. If he was going to drop off at my place, he would have called earlier or told me before we went our separate ways after practice, and if he was inside, he always left his footwear outside, but none of these happened.

I was very sure I locked the door before leaving that morning, and Peju would never come to my place unannounced, even if she did, she didn't know I kept my key there.

So, who could it be?

I turned the door handle, it wasn't locked. I slowly pushed the door to be sure I had not been robbed. I heard the coins picking sound from Subway Surfers, then I realized I just won myself another guest that evening, lying right there in my bed.

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Like a raccoon that spotted a small prey peep out of its hole and rushed at it, so did I rush at the other soft fleshy mound of skin offered onto me.
She plunged it right into my ready-to-devour mouth like a mother shutting her hungry baby up. I made my lips wet by rubbing some saliva on them with my tongue, met the approaching mouthful and handful ball with my lips. I sucked on the breast desperately and mercilessly but carefully, making sure my teeth didn't harm her in any way. Those boobs were too precious to be injured, you know.

While I sucked her right boob, my fingers were rubbing the other, pinching and pulling the nipple at the same time. I kept switching duties between my mouth and my fingers, sucking on the right boob now, sucking on the left the next moment. I got her into her cloud nine just by messing with her boobs, and slowly pulled her pant apart in search of her honey pot.

She was wet!

I felt the wetness...damn, it was slippery down there.
I gently rubbed on the surface, pulled on her fleshy pussy lips, rubbed again. I was feasting on those tits all along. I bombarded her soul with excitement.

She grabbed on my already stiff shaft, stroked it gently like a wizard getting his magic stick ready to cast a disastrous spell. She slipped her hand under my boxers and located the balls, squeezed them gently like a ball of eba in the hands of an expert Igbo girl, got hold of my shaft again and rubbed the crown. She looked at me and smiled. I returned the gesture by shutting my eyes, taking in all the sensation, sweetness and ecstasy streaming through my body and soul.

I swooped her back off the bed again and let her sit on my belly. Oh, she was a pro. Porn stars would not do better than we were. Slowly, she slid her butt through my belly down to my feet, raising her sexy ass a little and grabbed my staff like it was hers, without requesting my permission, she gently inserted it in her mouth, starting with the crown, down to just before the root.

My moan was close to a cry without tears. I closed my eyes and everything went white like a summer cloud in the morning, gradually her image fade in, turning her tongue in the right angle, sulking on and kissing every inch of my cane...I wondered if it had not turned into a bar of chocolate by magic and feared she might leave nothing afterwards. She spat on her right palm and started stroking up and down, while her fingers got hold of my balls gracefully, before I knew it, she was eating my balls like ice cubes.
Eating.
Licking.
Sucking.
Swallowing.
Doing everything imaginable to my innocent balls.

I thought I was going to die from excessive ecstasy, but I lived. She sensed I was close to coming and slowed down. She turned around and brought her kitty cat to my face, her bare hairless glory hole staring at me...pinkish in the middle, caramel on the surface...we were in the 69 position.

I licked my forefinger and middle finger and gently inserted them in. I felt her flinch, her hold on my staff relaxed, then hardened. I started fingering her gently, with my fingers sometimes straight, and sometimes curved. I thought I was too professional for someone who got shy around girls. She shook aggressively suddenly during my search, I guessed I must have hit her center of gravity, traced it back and located it again. She became more wet, I could feel her dripping down my arm.
I battled between fucking her with my tongue or not...at the end, I did. It tasted salty or some sort. She smelled good too, not good with smells but I thought she smelled like vanilla with a mix of marigold extract.

I spanked her ass and sat right up while I pulled her off me, with our bodies still in contact. She understood every move I made without saying a word and followed my instructions. She turned back, with my shaft still at the mercy of her fingers, smiled at me and whispered, "I want to Bleep you."
I didn't have to say "go ahead." She gently inserted my rod inside her, gasped and started going back and forth, not bouncing but rubbing. Her moan turned me on, I responded to her moan with mine. She placed her hands on my chest while I held her waist, my loin throwing her ass up gently until she started bouncing. She closed her eyes, unconsciously sucked on her right breast while I kept thrusting, meeting her effort to get it all in. I increased the tempo to my taste, not too fast, not too slow.
Damn! I was a IndecentStar!

After some minutes of her dominance, I flipped her over, her back to the ground, located her hole on the first go and launched my rod straight into her. Gently and determinedly, I thrust into her wet hole, her soul met mine, I could feel some connection as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close till my mouth touched her neck. I kissed and bit her neck, then her ear, while I increased my thrusts a bit. With her waist up, I thrust deeper and wilder. I heard myself grunting as I kissed her lips. When I thought I was close to come, I slowed down, withdrew my Johnson and beat her pussy with it. I didn't plunge it back for the next few seconds, I sucked hard on her breasts and fingered her more to regain some lost energy and let my cum settle down.

I put my arm round her back and lifted her ass up, turned her till she was bending over. Her ass looked so nice. I rubbed it with one hand before trying to insert my rod with the other. I couldn't locate the hole.
Amateur!
She sensed this and helped me out.

I smiled to myself. I pulled in and out several times. Spanked her once or twice, grabbed her dangling but firm breasts and squeezed gingerly.
I pounded that ass good and she moaned. I was thankful she wasn't a screamer, else, the neighbours would know another atrocity was being committed in that room...again.

I switched tempo from fast, to semi-fast to slow, and back to fast...on and on, for like five minutes before I finally arrived at coming.
I came on her ass and cleaned it up afterwards before we finally found ourselves lying next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, panting like camels.

We turned to face each other and she smiled, kissed me passionately and stroked my flaccid rod till it came back to life.

"Fortunate, I want more, because this will never happen between us again," she said.
I wanted more as well but I needed to regain some used energy. I smiled at her, slowly rolled her over till her bare back was staring at me and kissed her nape, one hand on her shoulder, down to her breasts and the other getting ready the riffle to fire from behind one more time.

We went two rounds more before we realized we'd spent the whole day making love.

In the evening, she took her bath, got dressed and returned home to start preparing for her wedding which would take place the next morning.

Well, I was the best man to the bride, my best friend, but how could I say no to such glorious offer from Gloria, my ex?

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1. You take too many things for granted

“Babe, let’s fast and pray for better days ahead,” but before 8am, you’ve sent three wraps of eba to their early graves, buried them with one ‘orobo’ Pepsi. You can’t even pray for two minutes without dozing off or start ‘rambling in the nonsense’.

Relationship is not a battle field, we know, but you need to be spiritually ready for this journey in front of you, don’t take everything lightly.

You can’t pray, and your partner can’t pray too, wahala.

2. You keep bringing your past into your present

What is the other name for ex? Past. Your ex has nothing to do with your current partner, the same way your partner has nothing to do with your ex.

You and your partner are discussing and the next thing you say is “when XYZ and I were still together,” “if it was XYZ, he would do this, he would do that…”

Stop it! Wether your ex was too good or very bad in your previous relationship, keep them out of your present relationship. You are free to chat or talk to your ex once in a while, but stop bringing them up in your discussions too often, else you give your current partner a different idea about you and your ex.

Your ex is in the past, let them keep relaxing in that past.

3. You don’t love yourself enough

If you can’t love yourself as you should, how will you love another person?

You can’t eat good food, you can’t buy yourself nice clothes, you can’t take yourself out and spoil yourself. If you can’t manage yourself properly, how do you intend to manage another person?

You can’t even motivate yourself, how do you plan to motivate your partner?

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4. Your level of decision making is poor and you always agree to everything

“Babe, this is what I think, let’s do it this way.”

“Anything you say honey.”

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Mutual agreement is very important, stop nodding your head to everything. Even when you know deep down you don’t agree, but for the sake of peace to reign, you keep concurring, no, don’t do that, speak your mind too.

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VIVIAN



Saturday was always my best day of the week, no, not because there were no lecturers, we did have lectures sometimes, but not today. I loved Saturdays because of the dance class I always had. It was always fun and interesting. The guys always treated me specially. Dan, Terry, Sophie, Ola, Aisha, the only Northern girl I’ve ever met to love hip hop, and our dance instructor, Chevy, were always amazing.



I could tell some of the guys had interest in me but they knew I wouldn’t take shit, so, they had to behave. One more thing, I looked to expensive to maintain. I loved to dance, it had always been my passion, so, I’d been dancing since my 100 level days. I started with Dan and Terry and we’d been good friends since then. We had made so many videos and uploaded them on our YouTube channel, got about two thousand subscribers already, I uploaded some on my Instagram too and my followers were encouraging.





I didn’t mind the intensity of the sun today because I was in good mood, so, I would let it pass. Maybe the sun will piss me off again when I went for that draining class again. Gosh, and those very annoying guys.



Tolu and Fatima had decided to bombard my eardrums with the talk of that showoff, D’Banj or whatever his name was. They kept gossiping about his dress sense, his beards, his ability in physics and all, just to piss me off, but I didn’t mind, though I felt like gagging them with their panties.



I pulled into a parking space next to the cafeteria and picked my phone and charger and my small tea flask. Stepped out of the car and locked the doors with the remote. The temperature in the cafeteria was cozy, the chairs and tables were packed in a corner, only two tables: one with four chairs and the other with two chairs, were left unpacked.





The table at the other end of the room was occupied by some two guys and a girl, who stared when I stepped into the room, while the other table located at the far end to where the TV hung, where I usually charged my phone was occupied by a guy in a purple Lakers jersey, reading a novel. As I got closer he turned out to be the same dude my roommates won’t stop cooing about like birds. I hated to admit I found him handsome. I was still furious about the stunt he played with his friends on Wednesday, so I didn’t bother to say hello, why should I? I liked being greeted first, call it arrogance, I wouldn’t care.



“Excuse me, is anyone here?” I asked...

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BANJO

Keeping things in order was one of the many things I was good at. I knew where I placed everything I owned, as little as a pin could be, I knew the last place I kept it. If my room happened to be so dark or if I shut my eyes, I knew how to locate anything in my room, but this Saturday morning, my room had been thrown into a miserable state by my live-in guest, Peju.



Peju was a friend from Chemistry department whom I had met at a friend’s birthday party few weeks ago, we liked each other at first sight and since then we had been having some sweet times together. Lately I’d been trying to avoid her but she was being too difficult. We’d both agreed on a friends-with-benefits kind of relationship, without any strings attached but she was becoming too clingy and it was wearing me out already.

All effort to discharge her last night was thrown into void, after making me drink two cans of Black Bullet through the ‘Truth or Dare’ game, as I wasn’t much of a drinker. She had insisted we take the fun to my apartment instead of going our separate ways.



Peju, a twenty-one year old bossomy girl could really be a mess. Like this weekend, she had woken up, ransacked where I kept my carton of noodles and tomato pastes, thrown everything here and there. “God, how do married men cope,” I thought as I arranged my stuff back. I had four eggs left the last time I checked, now only one was left. I put everything back in order and stepped into the little room that served as kitchen which was next to my toilet and bathroom.


There she was, her fat ass in that fucking bumshort, staring at me like it did the first day we met. At the sight of the ass, I recalled our little game last night while we made love, no, not love, I mean while we had sex. We called our naughty game ‘time check.’



We would make sense of who pounded who longer. Mine was to pound her from behind while she had to ride on my Johnson. As usual, I always pounded her ass longer than she rode me because she got exhausted easily.


I felt my rod erect at the thought and I moved closer to her without making a sound, my hands went to her waist and she jumped, spilling some water on the floor and my foot.


“Damn! You scared the hell out of me,” she said as I smiled and kissed her neck.

“Come on, don’t be such a baby, it’s always been you and I in this apartment.” I said, squeezing her ass tauntingly. Damn, Peju’s ass was so soft, not just her ass, her breasts too, the best things in the world, after money.

“Morning.” She said.

I located one of her mounds under the yellow Lakers jersey she’d fetched from my wardrobe and played with it like it was a toy, made an invisible circle and she kicked my groin with her ass.

“Bleep off, you little pervert,” she said jokingly.

“What’s on fire?”

“Your house. What else do you have at home?”

“Sha be fast, before hunger kill person for here,” I said as I picked my toothbrush and toothpaste from a cup.

“Oh, you should have woken up on time to cook na,” she was saying, stirred whatever she was cooking with a long spoon. But what else could it be but noodles?

“Cook wetin?” I said, “I’m tired as Bleep.”

“And whose fault,” she demanded.

“Yours na,” I said, trying not to swallow the toothpaste.

“Mine keh, you were the one trying really hard to win after all, na me send you?”


I quickly rinsed my mouth with water and cleaned my toothbrush, capped the toothpaste and put them back in order. The kitchen was filled with the aroma of noodles and egg, she knew I preferred cooked egg but her fried egg was definitely what we would have this morning.


In a few minutes that seemed like hours, food was set and we had a delicious meal: noodles enmeshed in sardine and fried egg with warm tea.


“What are you doing today?” She asked as she packed the plates and headed towards the kitchen.

“Me?”

“No, the plates I’m holding,” she called out from the kitchen.

“Err, nothing much, I guess I’ll go play basketball with Toyosi and the guys and return here afterwards. You?”


“I have some assignments I need to finish up and submit today sha,” she returned from the kitchen and took off my towel from the top of the door.

“From there I will go loose and wash my hair, can’t go to church looking like this tomorrow.”


Then she dropped her bumshort, revealing her sexy dark ass and shaved pussy, followed by my Kobe Bryant jersey, her fresh oranges bounced out as the top passed off her head. I stared at them and she smiled.


“Too much stare can cause high sugar level dearie,” she pointed out and waved my face off her chest. She entered the bathroom and turned on the shower.

“I won’t mind having diabetes,” I jested.

With a speed sent from the realm of the unknown, I let go of my boxers, my ramming tool hard as rock and dashed into the bathroom.

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SWEETNESS (+18)
Episode 1

ADEBANJO

It wasn't like I was a 'Casanova' back then in school (FUTA), girls just liked my person and they loved to be around me. According to many of them whom we got so close, I was attractive (cute in complexion), I had the sexiest voice ever, I was intelligent, and a bit brilliant (ended up with a CGPA of 4.2), my dress sense was amazing, and to crown it all, my sense of humour was out of this world. The few who shared bed with me confessed I was a monster in bed. I wasn't that big down there, just 7 inches long and 1.5 inches thick.

It wasn't unusual to find a dude like me on campus, in fact, I'd seen many other guys like me and it seemed we kinda connected easily, because we did hang out almost every weekend. But what stood me out from the rest? I was dating the biggest girl on campus, Vivian.

I called her Viv.

Viv was one spoilt brat—the only disadvantage about her. In every other aspect, she was amazing. She was pretty, had the right shape, brilliant, as at the time we were together, her CGP was 4.48, she was an extrovert but she barely went to night parties, if you ever found her in any, you'd find me there.

She kept friends like herself, Toluwani and Fatima, both happened to be her course and room mates.
Oh, Viv and I were not course mates, she was studying biochemistry while I studied physics.

I was brought up in the Christian way, I guessed everyone was brought up in the Christian way, but I in particular, my parents strictly brought us up in that way.

We weren't rich, we weren't poor either, but dad was always able to bring something home at the end of each day after selling some of his farm produce, he was one of those who make the biggest sales of farm produce, products and implements.

Mom too was trying in her own way, she had a provision store, big enough to earn her about 50k by the end of each month. We were not that rich, but we were happy with what we could afford—a three-room flat, a Toyota Camry 2013, food on the table and good medical care.

My younger siblings—Abbey and Iyanu—and I barely complained because our parents always saw to our needs. As strict as my dad was, he still gave us the chance to socialize. He'd always say "human connection is precious," but he would never let his kids mix up with the bad kids on the street of Lagos. I will tell you more about my family along the line.

Viv on the other hand was a daughter of an oil merchant, Engr. Francis Okwuegbunam, owner of Bentoil Co., a multimillion dollars enterprise. Her family lived large home and abroad, she was the second and last daughter of Engr. Francis and Mrs Helen Okwuegbunam.

Her sister was a medical doctor in Texas, USA. Everything with them just perfect and every girl wanted to be like her. She once showed me one of her dad's mansions in Lagos, a massive edifice, big enough for three successful families. Her dad had a seventy hectares estate in Abia state, folds and folds of businesses and branches here and there. In short, her parents were wealthy, so wealthy our richness was nothing next to theirs, but Viv and I were amazing together.

How did I meet Vivian Okwuegbunam?
Find out in the next episode.

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VIVIAN



Everything about that day was just annoying: the sun shinning too bright and too hot for my liking, burning anything and anyone it touched. I had to leave the Air Conditioner of my car on for ten minutes before I dared take it out of the parking lot of my department for physics lab.



Prof Akinlabi who took us BCH402 didn't make matters better either, he'd scheduled his ever boring class for 12pm and made us wait for good two hours, only for him to cancel and postpone it till Saturday, Saturday of all days, when I would have other precious things to do.



Here I was, in physics lab, wasted already, waiting for Tolu, who had convinced me into taking the course too to boost our CGPs, she had attended the first class the previous Wednesday which I had missed because I had to sit in my bed all day, sulking off a heartbreak.



Bobby and I had been together for three months. I always thought he was my spec because we came from the same state, his dad had a reputable name, he was good looking, he had a car too, he wasn't really brilliant but his English grammar was clean, with a trace of British accent, because he stayed overseas for many years before coming down to Nigeria for his studies, but he was a dick.



Speaking of dick, he wasn't really good at fucking with his dick but he did know how to Bleep with his fingers and tongue. He accessed every nook and cranny of me with his fingers and tongue, pleasuring me to exhaustion, but when he mounted me, he wouldn't last five minutes.



Overlooking all his shortcomings, I still loved him very much, ready to run at his every beck and calling. Bobby knew my weakness and strength. He was really cool and trustworthy, not until I caught him being ridden by Becky, a nobody of a girl. Damn! I was such an idiot for not listening to my friends.



"Excuse me," a voice and a tap on my shoulder brought me back from the memory of the cowgirl position I met Becky and Bobby, I was irritated by the touch more. "Who touches a lady?" I thought. I turned away from the nothing I was staring at and looked at the dude.



"Yes, how can I help you?" I asked furiously.

"I didn't mean to startle you," he said apologetically. I was so furious I didn't notice he had a nice voice and a nice face that deserved it. But I wouldn't still give any chance.

"Yes?" I said again, maintaining my straight and hard expression, letting my shoulders do the "what do you want," though I was exhausted physically and mentally, but I wouldn't want to miss this second class.



"I would like to take this seat if you don't mind, since no one is making use of it." Did he really have to sound so nice, argh. I knew his kind, they all sounded sweet but deep down, they were all a dick. Then I realized the class was getting filled up with unfamiliar faces already.



"Sorry, it's been taken," I stated plainly.



"By who? I see no one, or is it a ghost?" The corner of his mouth curved as he said the last word.

That was it, he was really pissing me off and I was getting mad already.

"Dude," I said with a bit of anger in my voice, "I said the seat is taken, how is that difficult to understand? Please Bleep off." Surprisingly, he walked away without a word, but I didn't care. Good riddance.



He was walking away when Tolu rushed into the lab and took her seat, panting.

"Babe, the man don come, I saw him parking his car outside, I thought I was late. The man can be so strict and pain in the ass ehn. In his last class, he locked the doors immediately he stepped into the lab, no one could come in or go out, for good two hours. He also..." she paused after noticing I wasn't interested in her rant.



"Babe, what's wrong with you? You don't look yourself," Tolu said.



"Glad you notice, I'm really exhausted, can you please shut up and let me spend the last bar of my energy on this nonsense course?" By this time, the robust lecturer came in, gestured at one guy sitting closest to the double-doored exit to lock the doors.



It wasn't really a bad session afterwards, but the hunger I was feeling wouldn't let me enjoy much of it. Professor Patrick, as his name turned out to be, was strict truly, but his method was good.



The class was interactive and full of harmless jokes. The dude I had an encounter with earlier answered most of his questions, he seemed more of a showoff, but there was something about him that caught my attention, his sense of humour. He always had a way to make Prof Patrick laugh while answering his questions, the class seemed to like him too..

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