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Parents should always warn their wards to stay off protests. It is unfortunate those children find themselves in this bad situation. Wisdom is profitable to the wise. |
I knew it would be fake news. Meanwhile, Fubara needs a political and wise solution to end the needless imbroglio in Rivers State. Many hurdles are still ahead. This is not a child's play. |
Believe me, it's guys who don't have sense that do that. |
What did Cynthia want now? I wondered. "Cynthia, is that you?" I asked to confirm. "Of course, it's me, dear. I know I have a lot of plea to make. Can I come around to see you?" I was surprised. "How did you know I'm at home?" "I just called your mum and she told me you were around. Can I come over there?" Now, wait a minute, what made Cynthia think I would just accept her back, just like that? What if I had moved on and I had another lover? "See, Richard," she quickly went on. "I know I've offended you and I'm so sorry. Really, Richard, I'm sorry. It's now I realize that you are a gem. Let me just come over there and let's talk things over." I paused for some seconds. "What's the guarantee that you're not coming to insult me again." "Never, Richard. Never will that happen again. I will be in your place in about twenty minutes. See you." Before I could say anything further, she cut the line. Phew! So, Cynthia wanted to come back. How whimsical she was. I shrugged it off and went back to my food. Truly, about an hour later, Cynthia breezed inside the apartment. She was a pretty twenty-two year old (about my age) I had met about a year ago and we had become intimate friends. She was a an undergraduate too, but in a federal university. Since she lived not to far from our street, it was easy to arrive under twenty minutes. "Hello, handsome," she greeted as soon as I opened the door for her. "Hello, Cynthia." "You look good as usual," she commented. "Thank you. You look good too." We sat in the sitting-room. "Should I go on my knees, Richard? I'm ready to do just that." |
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YeyeGbami:That song is for millions who are lost in ignorance. |
Oga Wike should take it easy. Life itself is transient. |
He looks like a garbage man. |
Ill advice. Wicked and callous advice. That's what you people give federal government. |
States in Nigeria are not very productive. Besides, some want to reap where they do not sow. This is haram. |
Fact is the government has been terribly insensitive. Very insensitive. |
Very unparliamentarian. Men should learn to bridle their anger or emotions. |
Too bad. The heart of a human is desperately wicked. |
A good lesson to learn. In any democracy, stealing of or tampering with ballot boxes is a serious offence. Nigerians should learn from this. |
What a needless fight. How unfortunate. |
Another southwestern appointment. Where is federal character? |
All these cat and mouse games. It's unfortunate that the Nigerian people are at the receiving end. |
Every action has its own consequence. |
So much noise about Kamala So much fuss about nothing |
MightySparrow:No, you are wrong. I'm not a joker. I've sent a personal email to him on this very issue. The message is for his own good. |
Lie from the pit of hell. |
Say No to Lesbianism and Homosexuality. |
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Nice one. I'm in love with aso oke too. |
Hot Mum Titoo Richard is the only son Princess has. He is a love child that she dotes on. Richard enjoys the love. There's however a problem with his sexuality. He is able to overcome it and falls in love with another 'hot mum'. CAUTION: This story contains some scenes that may be considered indecent or morally offensive. Richard I had packed my clothes in my bag and was about to leave my hostel room. I attended a private university in Ogun state and we had just come to the end of the semester. We would be having a three-week break. I earnestly looked forward to the break. My phone started ringing. It was mum on the line. "Hello, mum." "Hello, sweetie." She always addressed me this way. "See, the cab driver I sent is on his way and will be there in about forty minutes' time. I've given him your number. Wait for him to bring you home." "Okay. Thanks, mum." "See you, sweetie." Earlier, I had told her there was no need to send a cab, but mummy could be recalcitrant. I sighed and waited. All well and good. The cab didn't arrive until an hour later. I sat at the front seat beside the driver as I was driven to Lagos. The final destination was Gbagada, where mum lived in a two-bedroom apartment. She was a single mother and a was the only child. Mum worked in an advertising company and had always tried her best in giving me the best in education and other things of life. I knew very little about my dad, even though I had grilled her to tell me more about him. All she said was that the man had abandoned her and lived in far away Australia. It was few minutes to four o'clock when I got home. Mum had not returned from work but I had spare keys to the apartment. I went to my bedroom to drop my bag and went to the kitchen to see if I could get something to eat. Just then, mum called. "The driver called to tell me you've got home," she said. "How was the trip, sweetie?" I smiled. "It was fine mum." We chatted briefly more before she hanged up. What a caring mum I had. In the kitchen, I could find a loaf of bread, planta, drinks and other stuff. I could bake some eggs but I decided to take the bread with planta and carbonated drinks. I took the meal to the dinning table in the sitting-room and sat down to eat. My phone started ringing again. No, it was not mum. It was from an unknown number. I picked it up. "Hello?" "Hello, Richard baby." I would recognise that voice anywhere. It was the voice of Cynthia, my ex-girlfriend. She had broken up with me some months ago. It was not just a mere break-up. She had called me many unprintable names and had vowed she would never have anything to do with me again. What did Cynthia want now? I wondered.
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'You're still available, right? Let's continue from where we stopped.' I smiled at myself. Too late Madam Becky, I told myself. 'That will not be possible,' I wrote back. 'I’ve been married.' 'Jesus! Married?' 'Yes.' 'Oh my God. Sorry to bother you.' That was the end of the conversation. I had lied but I felt it was necessary. In the first week of December, Ms. Morgan asked me to come around to her residence again. On getting there, I realized that the maid had prepared sumptuous meal. This evening, Ms. Morgan was wearing a sexy lingerie. I found my heart beat doubling by looking at her. Was I to be appreciated again? The time, it all ‘swallows’ affair. Pounded yam, semovita and amala had been prepared with different soups to go with them. I ate pounded yam and thanked her for the sumptuous meal. “Don’t mention, Tayo. You’re always welcome here.” After the meal, she served red wine. It had exotic taste, and I commended it. “It’s French wine,” she said. Some minutes passed. “Tayo, I want to ask you some questions and I need you to be very honest with me,” she began. I nodded. “You can ask anything, ma’am.” “Good. First question is have you found a new love? Have you found a woman that will replace Busola in your life? I’m sorry to ask but I want to know.” I was astounded. I thought she would ask questions on business or related matters. I wasn’t expecting this. It was over ten months now that Busola abruptly left me. I had not got any replacement for her and was not in any mood to do so. “I’ve not got any replacement for her and I think it’s early to do so.” She sighed, almost in a relief. “Sorry about that. My second question is can you date or have an affair with an older woman?” My heart started beating fast again. What was Ms. Morgan driving at? But then, I shouldn't wondered for long. Women who were captivated by me had said such a thing before. Had Lawyer Becky not said similar thing? There were seconds of silence. “Well, in all sincerity, I don’t mind dating an older woman.” “Hmn. Are you really sure?” Was I sure? Of course, I was. “I’m 100% sure.” She nodded again. “I know the next thing I want to say is very odd. Forgive me for that. What I want to say is that I, Modupe Grace Morgan is available in case you’re interested in any real love relationship. It doesn’t have to start right now.” I could not be believe my ears. I quickly dropped the glass cup I was holding on a nearby stool. She chuckled. “You heard me right, Tayo. I’ve known you for years now. I’ve taken time to study and understudy you. You’re a unique breed. Maybe someone has told you that. "I will say it again: you’re unique breed. I know you can’t bring yourself to telling me. That’s why I had to swallow my pride and breach tradition to say it. I really like you, Tayo.” |
'You're still available, right? Let's continue from where we stopped.' I smiled at myself. Too late Madam Becky, I told myself. 'That will not be possible,' I wrote back. 'I’ve been married.' 'Jesus! Married?' 'Yes.' 'Oh my God. Sorry to bother you.' That was the end of the conversation. I had lied but I felt it was necessary. In the first week of December, Ms. Morgan asked me to come around to her residence again. On getting there, I realized that the maid had prepared sumptuous meal. This evening, Ms. Morgan was wearing a sexy lingerie. I found my heart beat doubling by looking at her. Was I to be appreciated again? The time, it all ‘swallows’ affair. Pounded yam, semovita and amala had been prepared with different soups to go with them. I ate pounded yam and thanked her for the sumptuous meal. “Don’t mention, Tayo. You’re always welcome here.” After the meal, she served red wine. It had exotic taste, and I commended it. “It’s French wine,” she said. Some minutes passed. “Tayo, I want to ask you some questions and I need you to be very honest with me,” she began. I nodded. “You can ask anything, ma’am.” “Good. First question is have you found a new love? Have you found a woman that will replace Busola in your life? I’m sorry to ask but I want to know.” I was astounded. I thought she would ask questions on business or related matters. I wasn’t expecting this. It was over ten months now that Busola abruptly left me. I had not got any replacement for her and was not in any mood to do so. “I’ve not got any replacement for her and I think it’s early to do so.” She sighed, almost in a relief. “Sorry about that. My second question is can you date or have an affair with an older woman?” My heart started beating fast again. What was Ms. Morgan driving at? But then, I shouldn't wondered for long. Women who were captivated by me had said such a thing before. Had Lawyer Becky not said similar thing? There were seconds of silence. “Well, in all sincerity, I don’t mind dating an older woman.” “Hmn. Are you really sure?” Was I sure? Of course, I was. “I’m 100% sure.” She nodded again. “I know the next thing I want to say is very odd. Forgive me for that. What I want to say is that I, Modupe Grace Morgan is available in case you’re interested in any real love relationship. It doesn’t have to start right now.” I could not be believe my ears. I quickly dropped the glass cup I was holding on a nearby stool. She chuckled. “You heard me right, Tayo. I’ve known you for years now. I’ve taken time to study and understudy you. You’re a unique breed. Maybe someone has told you that. "I will say it again: you’re unique breed. I know you can’t bring yourself to telling me. That’s why I had to swallow my pride and breach tradition to say it. I really like you, Tayo.” |
The gain is minimal. The naira still has a long way to go. It is very disheartening that the naira will slide to this level. Really, it is disheartening. |
Too bad. Shola Balogun should know better than that and should have conducted himself in decorum. Now, he has a big lesson to learn. By the way, is he related to Tafa Balogun, the former IG? Just asking. |
Amazing, so the President would need to tell a supplier to supply enough products into the market. We are far from getting it right in this country. Even the free market system we claim to be practising is more like jaundiced capitalism. |
Yes, no one is above the law. |
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