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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. |
This man is just seeking attention. It is not easy to remain relevant in Nigeria. |
Inhumanity. A cruel world we live in. |
These are hard times, even for animals. |
Even the old married men are not finding it easy. The economy is in serious doldrums. We will not stop looking up to God for divine solutions. |
Yes, it's time to hold governors accountable at the state level. |
That's a good move. Power should not be an intoxicant. Power should not corrupt. Power is nothing without control. |
It is a big paradox. The North has been in power more than any region in Nigeria. Yet, the Northerners are the majority of those in poverty. A big paradox indeed. |
Public officers should be mindful of how they speak in the public. Nothing calls for belittling any one here. The issue is about the negligence of road maintenance. I think the Ministry of Works should do more of this. |
Not surprised. Everything in Nigeria right now is unpalatable. |
There's always something traumatic about war, whether for the villain or the victim. What a beautiful world we will have without wars. |
Onanuga will certainly explain 'tire.' Whether the President is the substantive Minister of Petroleum or not, things have been difficult for Nigerians with Tinubu as the substantive President. He must urgently address the hardship Nigerians face. |
The Executive Secretary of the commission, Dr Muhammad Sani Idris, announced the decision during a courtesy visit to the Iyaloja-General’s palace in Lagos. Her palace? She has a palace? Are places not meant for kings and queens? |
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Tinubu's appointments have been breaching so many things. |
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