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It's possible for any man to ask for sёx in a relationship, but is left for you as a lady to know that sёx, can't keep him..(Sёx isn't enough)

There are two major factors ladies complain about sёx in a relationship:

(1) After giving him my body he left me..

(2)He left because I refused to have sёx with him..

NOTE: Both those who gave and those who refused to give are complaining...

( Whats the difference)

Ladies Listen, Sёx isn't enough, its not the only thing you can offer a man.

If You Don't Have Anything To Offer A Man Outside Sёx, Please remain Single...

A man can't stay with you because his having sёx with you....

Relationship is not buying and selling.

There are much to life than Monkey style, Doggy style, Missionary style, Apple n juice style, step pillows style, etc ...

Are you sound intellectually? Spiritually? Physically? Mentally? Emotionally?

Men love intelligent ladies...

Men love ladies with ideas..

Men love respectful ladies...

Men respect ladies that know what domestic work is

Men love and appreciate a woman who is good and excellent in multi-tasking

Men respect and honor ladies that wakes up very early in the morning to make sure that the kitchen is set.

Men respect ladies that keep their eyes at home than those that their eyes are always outside

Men love bravo ladies

Sёx is very cheap these days, anybody can buy it.

You need to build yourself beyond sёx.

Leave make-ups and be a productive lady.

Men are looking for ladies with ideas and solution not those who paint their faces with different colours.

*What some man wants is beauty with brain not make ups with boobs or hips. Because all these will fail but what you have upstairs will remain.

Your husband complains because you think that you know it but you don't know it. Just do what your own husband wants and not what men want. Hope it help our generations

#VesselOfGod

About seven p.m., I got a call from Lawyer Becky.

“Right now,” she said grandiosely, “I’m by the door of your flat. Where are you?”

I chuckled. “Oh, good evening, madam. I’m still at work and may not come back until quite late.”

“Work? When did you start work? What work are you doing?”

“I just started the work yesterday,” I told her.

“Oh, that’s nice. I have a little surprise for you. See me to pick it when you come home. See you.”

Madam Becky had a surprise for me? I wondered what that could be. I finally close few minutes after eight.

“You really closed late today,” Betty commented.

I smiled at her and waved her off. The traffic was quite bad, so I could not get home until minutes after nine. I could see that the lights in out flat were on. That meant T.K was back. I decided to go to Madam Becky’s flat, first.

I knocked at her door. I was about to do so again when her voice asked from inside who was it.

“It’s me. Tayo.”

She instantly came to open the door. I was hit by what I saw. Lawyer Becky was in a grey lingerie. Her ebony skin glistened under the soft lighting of the room. Her curves were depicted by the lacy material. It hugged her body at all the right parts.

Her face had full luscious lips that were tinted with red lipstick. Her eyes were glinting with invitation. Arms akimbo, she appeared confident with an alluring smile. I must say she displayed high feminity and sensuality.

“Good evening, Tayo.”

I was awestricken. “Good…good evening, Madam Becky.”

She smiled. Her smile reminded me of Shade, my first girlfriend. That was the same kind of smile she gave me the day she took me to her room. I was nineteen then, and I didn’t understand. She had asked me if I was alright, since I didn’t make any move. Shade had become hostile. That was the end of the relationship.

Now, Madam Becky was giving me the same kind of smile.

“Come in.”

She walked gracefully and seductively towards the dining section of the sitting-room. Her hips swayed. They were big. And they were enticing.

Like somebody under a spell, I followed her. There was a large tray on the table and some plates in it.

“Here, this is the surprise I have for you.”

She opened one of the plates. It contained fried rice and chicken. I realized at this point I could not back out.

“Please, sit down.”

“You mean you went through all this trouble for me?”

She nodded. “For us.”

I sat down at the table.

“You deserve it. A guy like you deserves it.”

She sat by my side. I could perceive the perfume she had on. She dished some food and chicken on an empty slab and handed it to me. She dished some for herself.

“Thanks for the hospitality,” I said. I could not think of any other words.

“You’re welcome.”

I muttered a short prayer and started to eat. After the first take, I gave a compliment. We ate in silence. Had she really cooked all these? If the answer was in the affirmative, then she had tried.

“The meal is indeed delicious,” I said again halfway through it.

“Hmn-hmn.”

What a day it had been – from Ms. Morgan’s good news, to my long stay at work, and now this.

A world without religions

A world without religions would likely present both benefits and challenges. On one hand, the absence of religious conflicts and divisions could potentially lead to greater unity and cooperation among diverse communities. Without the historical tensions and animosities often associated with religious differences, people might find more common ground and shared values upon which to build a harmonious society.

However, religions also provide moral guidance, a sense of community, and comfort to many individuals. In a world without religious beliefs, there might be a loss of some of these sources of comfort and guidance. Additionally, religions often inspire individuals and communities to engage in acts of charity, social justice, and compassion. In the absence of these religious motivations, there might be a need to find alternative sources of inspiration for altruism and social change.

Overall, a world without religions would likely be vastly different from the one we know today. It may present unique opportunities for greater unity and understanding, but also pose challenges in terms of ethical and moral frameworks, as well as the potential loss of valuable sources of inspiration and solace for many people.

Facts About Guyana :

1. Guyana is the only English-speaking country in South America, making it unique in the region.

2. It is known for its diverse ethnic makeup, with a blend of Indo-Guyanese, Afro-Guyanese, and Indigenous populations.

3. Guyana is home to the stunning Kaieteur Falls, one of the world's largest single-drop waterfalls.

4. The country boasts an incredible variety of wildlife, including jaguars, giant river otters, and the rare giant anteater.

5. Guyana has a rich cultural heritage, with influences from Indian, African, Chinese, and Indigenous cultures.

6. It has the distinction of being the only country in South America that is not a Spanish-speaking nation.

7. The capital city of Guyana is Georgetown, which is known for its beautiful colonial architecture.

8. Guyana is famous for its vast stretches of pristine rainforests, which are home to a wide array of plant and animal species.

9. The country is a major producer of bauxite, gold, and diamonds, contributing to its economy.

10. Guyana is also home to the Rupununi Savannah, a vast grassland that is home to diverse wildlife and indigenous communities.

Chief of Staff? Ms. Morgan, Chief of Staff to the Deputy Speaker?

I smiled. Well, that was good news. I didn’t know that Ms. Morgan had connections with Abuja politicians. This was a lofty connection.

“Congratulations, madam,” I found myself saying.

“Thank you. That brings us to the second development. You and I will be relocating to Abuja in the next few days.”

My eyes popped out. Relocating to Abuja? I never envisaged that. Gosh!

“As my P.A., you will go with me. Any objection to that?”

My mind was in a frenzy. I was sure T.K and my friends would be surprised by the sudden turn of event. Wasn’t I surprised too?

“Of course, no objection, madam. I’m only utterly surprised by the turn of event.”

“I know you will be. I’ve been in the process long before now. But it’s not too late that my good friend and big aunty, Bukky, has given the appointment now. It’s all for good.”

I smiled and nodded.

“My businesses, of course, will continue. This is just a political appointment that will not last for long. I mean in four years’ time, there would be another general election. Well, for now, I will make hays while the sun shines.”

I agreed with her. It was always good to make hays while the sun shines.

“So, you have to start preparing to move,” she went on. “I will be taking the mid-day flight to Abuja today and will be back by Friday. But the next time I go to Abuja, we’re going together.”
I nodded. The scene was too fast-moving. It was like watching a movie.

“It will be a pleasure, madam, to continue to work for you. Once again, congratulations to you.”

When I got back to Linda, I shared the news with her. She had been told about it, but she didn’t know whether to be happy or not.

“Why?” I asked in surprise. “You are supposed to be happy.”

Linda shook her head. “Madam told me I’m still in her employ, but I’ll remain in Lagos.”
I thought over that and shrugged. “Well, as long as you remain her employee, nothing is lost.”

“What if she’s actually planning to get rid of me?”

“Oh, oh, don’t be so negative. I think there’s nothing to fear about. On my part, I’m really happy for her.”

When it was few minutes to eleven, we left for the local wing at the MM Airport. Madam had already come prepared with a valise in the booth of the SUV. She had done all her travelling arrangements and was just to board the mid-day flight by a local airliner.

As she moved out of the lounge to take the flight, Linda and I bade her farewell and went back to the car park.

My mind was still in a frenzy. In the last hours, so many things had happened. I could still see that Linda was moody. I tried to chat her up but with little success. We returned to the Allen store. I realized I would not have much things to do for now, till I joined Ms. Morgan in Abuja. Before she left, she had said I should oversee the store’s manager at Allen. How exactly was I going to do that?

I sat where I used to sit, just before her office. The manager, Alfred, came to meet me.

“So, you’re the little boss, now,” he said jovially.

“Oga madam already instructed that I should report to you.”

I smiled and nodded. I soon found out that he was a friendly man who was ready to defer to a much younger man. Things went well at the store for the rest of the day. About two p.m., Ms. Morgan called to inform that she had safely arrived Abuja and resumed office. She said I should let her know if there was any problem.

I decided to wait till eight p.m. when the store closed before I too would close. I had to call T.K to tell him I would be coming home late. I would reserve the details of what had happened till I got home.

About seven p.m., I got a call from Lawyer Becky.

“Right now,” she said grandiosely, “I’m by the door of your flat. Where are you?”

A man leaves his house situated near a lake. Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out, since it is such a beautiful day. She motors out a short distance, anchors, and reads her book.

Along comes a Game Warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman and says," Good morning, Ma'am, what are you doing"?

"Reading a book," she replies, (thinking, "Isn't that obvious"?)

"You're in a Restricted Fishing Area," he informs her.

"I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not fishing, I'm reading."

"Yes, but you have all the equipment. I'll have to write you up a ticket."

"For reading a book"? she replies.

"You're in a Restricted Fishing Area," he informs her again.

"But officer, I'm not fishing, I'm reading."

"Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I'll have to write you up a ticket and you'll have to pay a fine."

"If you do that, I'll have to charge you with sexual assault," says the woman.

"But I haven't even touched you," says the Game Warden.

"That's true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment."

"Have a nice day ma'am," and he immediately departed.

MORAL: Never argue with a woman who reads. It's likely she can also think.

Sure, God created man before woman. But then you always make a rough draft before the final masterpiece!!”

A man was asked to paint a boat. He brought his paint and brushes and began to paint the boat a bright red, as the owner asked him.

While painting, he noticed a small hole in the hull, and quietly repaired it.

When he finished painting, he received his money and left.

The next day, the owner of the boat came to the painter and presented him with a nice check, much higher than the payment for painting.

The painter was surprised and said “You've already paid me for painting the boat Sir!”

“But this is not for the paint job. It's for repairing the hole in the boat.”

“Ah! But it was such a small service... certainly it's not worth paying me such a high amount for something so insignificant.”

“My dear friend, you do not understand. Let me tell you what happened:

“When I asked you to paint the boat, I forgot to mention the hole.

“When the boat dried, my kids took the boat and went on a fishing trip.

“They did not know that there was a hole. I was not at home at that time.

“When I returned and noticed they had taken the boat, I was desperate because I remembered that the boat had a hole.

“Imagine my relief and joy when I saw them returning from fishing.

“Then, I examined the boat and found that you had repaired the hole!

“You see, now, what you did? You saved the life of my children! I do not have enough money to pay your 'small' good deed.”

So no matter who, when or how, continue to help, sustain, wipe tears, listen attentively, and carefully repair all the 'leaks' you find. You never know when one is in need of us, or when God holds a pleasant surprise for us to be helpful and important to someone.

Along the way, you may have repaired numerous 'boat holes' for several people without realizing how many lives you've save. ❤️

Make a difference.

The following morning, I got to work few minutes to eight. The plaza had just opened and a sales girl was arranging items on the shelves. She seemed thorough and meticulous in what she was doing.

“Good morning,” I greeted.

“Good morning, sir. Welcome.”

I paused. “Can I help you?”

She seemed surprised by my offer. “Help me? Are you not Madam’s new manager?”

I smiled. “Not exactly. I’m her new P.A.”

“Yes, but it’s not your job to arrange goods for sale.”

“I know. I’m only asking if I can assist you.”

“Assist me?” She looked uncertain again. “Ah, no. Thank you very much, sir.”

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Elizabeth. But you can call me Betty.”

“Okay, Betty. Have a nice day.”

“And you too.”

I left her for the space just before Ms. Morgan’s office. I could always sit on one of the three chairs there. That would be my ‘office’ for now, I told myself amusedly.

My phone beeped to announce a WhatsApp message. I checked it. Surprisingly, it was from a number I had saved as Neighbour Lady. That was Lawyer Becky aka Mummy Favour. I read her message:

Thank you for all the troubles yesterday. I really appreciate all you did. You are a rare breed.

I smiled at the message. A rare breed? Just because I tried to kill a scorpion?

‘Good morning, madam’ I replied. ‘Don’t mention it; it’s a pleasure.’

I will really love to appreciate the gesture, she wrote further. A good turn deserves another.
Now, this was getting interesting. How exactly did she want to appreciate my gesture?

‘As I stated yesterday, you don’t have to bother. It’s okay.’

She didn’t reply again.

Some minutes later, my phone rang. It was Ms. Morgan on the line.

“Good morning, madam”

“Good morning, Tayo. Come to the Opebi store.”

She disconnected the line. I had to leave Allen for Opebi. I met Linda by the car at the car park. This time, madam had come in another car, an SUV.

“Good morning, Ms. Linda,” I greeted her.

“Good morning, Tayo. How’re you?”

“Fine. How are you too? How was your night?”

“Lonely.”

I caught a tone of wistfulness in her voice. I only smiled and moved into the store. Madam was sitting where the store manager was supposed to sit.

Ms. Morgan was a sight to behold in her grey skirt suit. The perfectly tailored cloth hugged her curves in all the right places. The jacket fitted and accentuated her bust down to her waist. She was in a sitting position but I was sure the skirt would be knee length, showing her smooth knees and skin.

Her hair was styled in sleek up do. The makeup was not loud. Rather, it was subtle and natural. Even as she sat, this woman that should be in her late forties exuded confidence, poise and sophistication. She was an epitome of elegance and beauty; and a vision of power and feminity.

“Good morning, madam.”

She smiled at me as if she appreciated my sublime thoughts about her. “Good morning.”

She pointed at a chair for me to sit.

“Thank you, ma’am.”

She nodded. “There are new developments I want you to know. Number one, I’ve got an appointment.”

That was a surprise. An appointment for madam? What appointment? What did she need an appointment for, with this thriving business?

She smiled at me. “I know you’re wondering what I’m talking about. Yes, I have a new appointment. Do you know Mrs. Bukola Abdulahi?”

I thought briefly. Of course, the name was familiar. Wait a minute, was that not the prominent woman in the national assembly?

“That must be the deputy Speaker of the House of Representatives,” I said.

She nodded. “That’s good. I can see that you are current. I’ve been appointed as the Chief of Staff in her office in Abuja.”

Chief of Staff? Ms. Morgan, Chief of Staff to the Deputy Speaker?

A blessed day by the power of the Almighty Lord

Once upon a time in a small town, there lived a young woman named Sarah. Sarah was known for her beauty and kindness, but she was also known for her determination to stay true to her values and morals.

One day, Sarah was approached by a charming young man named Jack. Jack was smooth-talking and charismatic, and he quickly caught Sarah's attention. He invited her out on a date, and despite feeling a strong attraction to him, Sarah hesitated. She knew that Jack had a reputation for being a player and engaging in illicit activities.

Despite her doubts, Sarah agreed to go out with Jack. As the night went on, Jack's behavior became more and more aggressive. He made inappropriate comments and tried to pressure Sarah into engaging in sexual activities. Sarah knew that this was not what she wanted, and she firmly told Jack to stop.

Angry and frustrated, Jack tried to manipulate Sarah into giving in to his demands. But Sarah stood her ground, refusing to be swayed by his sweet words and promises. In the end, Jack stormed off in a fit of rage, leaving Sarah feeling relieved and proud of herself for sticking to her principles.

From that day on, Sarah made a vow to never again succumb to the pressures of illicit sex. She focused on building strong and healthy relationships based on mutual respect and understanding. And as time went on, Sarah found true happiness and fulfillment in her decision to say no to illicit sex.

The moral of the story is clear: it is important to stand up for what you believe in and say no to anything that goes against your values and morals. Illicit sex may seem tempting, but ultimately, it can lead to regret, heartache, and even danger. So, let Sarah's story be a reminder to everyone to always choose the path of integrity and self-respect. Say no to illicit sex, and say yes to a life filled with happiness and fulfillment.

" One day a rich man gave a basket full of rotten food to a poor man.
The poor man smiled and left the palace with the basket, ....emptied the basket of it's content and cleaned it,
Put beautiful flowers in it and returned it to the palace and gave it to the rich man.
The rich man was surprised and asked the poor man, "Why "?
" I gave you a basket full of rotten things and you bring it back filled with beautiful flowers. "
The poor man replied the king:
" Every human being gives what is in his heart. "
What is inside you is what you give out. Be kind always.
You don't need to first become rich to be kind, kindness is free! Whether rich or poor ... all can be kind, what you only need is ...
" A RICH HEART "!
Kindness matters.....

MY ADVICE TO YOUTHS

1. Your control of your sexual urges will be the reason you are either successful or a failure.

2. Porn and masturbation is the greatest killer of success. It stunt and destroy your brain.

3. Avoid drinking alcohol like a camel drinking water. Nothing worse than losing your senses and acting a fool.

4. Keep your standards high and don't settle for something because it's available.

5. If you find someone smarter than you, work with them, don't compete.

6. No one is coming to save your problems. Your life's 100% is your responsibility.

7. You shouldn't take advice from people who are not where you want to be in life.

8. Find new ways to make money. Make money and ignore the jokers who mocks and make fun of you.

9. You don't need 100 self-help books, all you need is action and self discipline. Be disciplined!

10. Avoid drugs. Avoid weed.

11. Learn skills on YouTube not wasting your time consuming shitty content on Netflix.

12. No one cares about you. So stop being shy, go out and create your chances.

13. Comfort is the worst addiction and cheap ticket to depression.

14. Prioritize your family. Defend them even if they stink, even if they are idiots. Cover their unclothedness.

15. Find new opportunities and learn from people ahead of you.

16. Trust no one. Not a single person no matter how tempted. Believe in yourself.

17. Don't wait for miracles make them happen. Yes you can't always do it alone but don't listen to the opinion of people.

18. Hardwork and determination can make you achieve anything.
Humbling yourself only takes you higher.

19. Stop waiting to discover yourself. Create YOU instead.

20. The world won't slow down for you.

21. No one owes you anything.

22. Life is a single-player game. You’re born alone. You’re going to die alone. All of your interpretations are alone. You’re gone in three generations and nobody cares. Before you showed up, nobody cared. It’s all single-player.

23. Your life path is designed in such a path that you feel needy, depressed and weak all the time. And there's only one way out, which is deciding to get out. No one but you will save yourself and your loved ones.

24. Not everyone has the same heart as you. Not everyone is honest with you as you are with them. You will meet people who will use you for their gain and then discard you once that section of their life has passed and they are fulfilled. Stay woke.

25. By age 25, you should be smart enough to:
→Celebrate the success of others
→Avoid jealousy and envy
→Keep an open-mind
→Avoid assumptions
→Act with intention
→Practice gratitude
→Speak honestly
→Exercise daily
→Avoid gossip
→Eat clean
→Forgive
→Listen
→Learn
→LOVE

Time waits for no one.

I sighed.

“Can you help me check everywhere, please?”

Check everywhere?

That would take some time. Besides, T.K might come anytime from now. Well, no problem, I could easily explain things to him. But I would need to go back to our apartment to pick up my phone and to lock up the flat.

“I will be back, madam.”

She looked at me anxiously. I nodded reassuringly and left her. Back in our apartment, I picked up my phone and locked the flat. T.K had his own keys.

I went back to Mummy Favour’s flat.

“I think you should check the other bedroom.”

There was only one bedroom left. Briskly but thoroughly, I searched the room which I rightly suspected belonged to her two daughters. I even used the flashlight on my phone to get better illumination of the wardrobes and under the bed. The scorpion was nowhere.

“I think you can relax,” I said. “There’s no scorpion around here.”

“Thank you so much for a thorough job,” Mummy Favour said.

Her tone had changed. There was no more apprehension. Rather, the voice was cool and soothing.

“It’s okay, madam. It’s a pleasure.”

Suddenly, I noticed things I had not noticed before. It must be because I was preoccupied with the search for the scorpion.

When Mummy Favour first came to call me, she was wearing gown. By my second time of coming, this time around, she had changed to bum short and skimpy top. Where had she got the things she wore? Were they not from the same bedroom and wardrobe she had dreaded?

The bum short was a stylish, flattering piece of clothing that was designed to showcase and accentuate her curves. It had a high waist and a snug fit. It showed that she had big hips that tapered down her legs. The top was sleeveless and was made of lightweight, flowy material.

It showed clearly that there was no bra under the clothing as her voluptuous breasts jiggled each time she talked or made a movement.
Was I imagining things?

“You have allayed my fears,” she said. “You did such a meticulous work and I’m impressed. Sit down at the dining-table and let me serve you dinner.”

I smiled wanly. “That is kind of you, madam. But, don’t bother.”

“Oh, but it’s hard to find a meticulous young man like you. You need to be appreciated.”

“Maybe another time. My brother will soon come around. I need to go back to our flat.”
She looked a bit disappointed.

“Another time,” I said assuredly. “For now, goodnight.”

“Good night. Thanks for your time.”

I left her apartment. Something seemed amiss. Could the woman had made up the story about scorpion? Why did her mood change from apprehension to relaxed, affable mood? Why did she change from the gown she was wearing to seductive, revealing wears? Her later mood and smile also looked coquettish. Were all these my imaginations?

It must be my fantasies. I was always good in fantasies. The woman had always been acting ‘decently.’

She was almost snobbish. From all intents, she was a successful lawyer who probably did not need a man in her life. What made me think she had suddenly changed? What made me think she was interested in me, a very young man who had hitherto been jobless?

Facts about Mozambique

1. Mozambique is located in southeastern Africa, bordered by the Indian Ocean to the east.

2. The capital city of Mozambique is Maputo.

3. Mozambique gained independence from Portugal in 1975.

4. The official language of Mozambique is Portuguese.

5. The currency used in Mozambique is the Mozambican Metical.

6. The country is known for its diverse culture, influenced by African, Arab, and Portuguese traditions.

7. Mozambique has a stunning coastline that stretches over 2,400 kilometers along the Indian Ocean.

8. The Gorongosa National Park in Mozambique is famous for its diverse wildlife, including elephants, lions, and hippos.

9. Mozambique is one of the world's largest producers of cashew nuts.

10. The Zambezi River, one of Africa's longest rivers, flows through Mozambique.

11. Mozambique is prone to natural disasters like cyclones and floods.

12. The country has a tropical climate with distinct wet and dry seasons.

13. Mozambique has a rich musical heritage, with traditional music styles like Marrabenta and M'batuku.

14. The Island of Mozambique, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, was an important trading post in the Indian Ocean trade route.

15. Mozambique is home to a diverse range of ethnic groups, each with its own unique traditions and languages.

16. The country has a growing tourism industry, with attractions like Bazaruto Archipelago and Quirimbas Islands.

17. Mozambique has faced challenges like poverty, political instability, and health issues, but her citizens keep striving and living.

18. The Maputo-Catembe Bridge, one of Africa's longest suspension bridges, connects Maputo to the town of Catembe.

19. Mozambique celebrates its Independence Day on June 25th.

20. The country is known for its vibrant arts and crafts, including wood carvings, pottery, and textiles.

These are just a few interesting facts about Mozambique, showcasing its rich history, culture, and natural beauty.

“You need to be fast,” she urged.

Mummy Favour was a divorcee with two teenage children. I suspected the two girls to be between the age of twelve and fourteen. They were in the boarding house. That was why she needed my assistance, I reasoned.

I remembered my first acquaintance with Lawyer Debby. She had pressed our doorbell.

“Hi, I’m Lawyer Debby, your next door neighbour,” she had said like a lady saying she was thr Princess of Wales. “I misplaced my key to the gate. Do you mind opening it with yours? I’ve got urgent appointment.”

Luckily, the key to the gate was one of the bunch of keys I had.

“Let me have your number,” she had said as she was driving out. We had exchanged numbers since then.

That was months ago.

“Okay,” I found myself saying. I followed her to her flat and her bedroom. I could see what looked like fear in her face as we entered the place.

“There,” she pointed. “That’s the wardrobe. I found the scorpion inside it.”

I nodded. “Can I get a stick or something?”

“Sure.”

In a jiffy, she left the bedroom. I quickly looked around. Her bed was in a disarray. She was certainly not a very tidy woman, for how would you describe the way she littered some of her bras and undies on the bed?

You better focus on why you’re here, I told myself. You’re here to kill a scorpion, not to observe how someone did not arrange her bras.

She soon came back with a mopping stick. I took it from her and opened the wardrobe. She was behind me, almost hiding at my back as if scorpion would bare fangs and spit out poison.

“I saw it in the last compartment, among my shoes.”

I scanned the area she said. I could only see pairs of shoes; many pairs of shoes. I would have to carefully bring them out one by one.
This I did. I also checked the inside of the shoes.

There was no scorpion.

“Check the other compartments,” she put in.
There were two other compartments where she had her clothes. There were also many of them. She must be a clothes freak. I had to be careful in checking the clothes as the scorpion might be hiding inside one of them. I removed the clothe one by one. I even brought out the ones she hanged. There were two big leather boxes that were closed and locked. There would be no need to check the inside as they were safely locked.

Still, there was no sight of any scorpion.

“Oh my God! Could it have escaped?” she asked.

“It’s possible,” I muttered.

I had searched the whole wardrobe without finding it. She pointed at under the bed. I lifted the mattress for a better view. Nothing was creeping there.

“There’s no scorpion in this room,” I declared.

“Oh God, it must have gone somewhere,” she offered, perceived fear still on her face and in her voice.

I sighed. “There’s nothing to worry about, madam.”

“But, it’s still hiding somewhere,” she asserted.

I sighed.

“Can you help me check everywhere, please?”

On getting to the store, I realized that it was not as big as the Allen own, but it was also well-stocked.

It was there that madam sent one of the sales girls to get food packs for us - Linda and me. It was a delicious lunch. We were there till six p.m. it dawned on me that I didn’t even know my closing time, that was if I had any.

Well, no problem. The boss would be paying much for my job. As long as she did not default in keeping to the agreed terms.

When it was six-thirty p.m.. madam called me.

“Tayo, I think you can close for the day,” she said. “See you tomorrow.”

“Good night, madam.”

When I left the store, I went to see Linda who was still in the car. It seemed the car was her own office.

“I’ll be going home now,” I told her. “We’ll see again tomorrow.”

She nodded. “Okay, Tayo.”

“Just in case, can I have your number?” I ventured.

“Sure.”

We exchanged numbers and I bade her farewell. My first day at work was not bad, I decided.


I got to our Ogba home few minutes after seven p.m. I had decided to cook white rice since there was some stew remaining. I stripped to boxers and singlet and made straight for the kitchen, thinking about the day’s experience. Hardly had I entered the kitchen when the doorbell chimed. Could that be T.K?

I went to the door. No, T.K had not come. It was a woman we knew as Lawyer Debby that was at our door. She was one of our neighbours.

“Good evening, madam,” I greeted her.

“Good evening, Tayo. I need an urgent favour from you, and I will appreciate if you can be of help.”

That was a bit unusual. Lawyer Debby had always carried herself with pride as if she was all-sufficient and would never need favour from anyone.

“An urgent favour?” I asked. “What could that be?”

I could see that she appeared a bit agitated. What favour could Mummy Favour (we either called her Lawyer Debby or Mummy Favour) need?

“it’s a scorpion. I just saw it. Right now, a scorpion is in the wardrobe in my bedroom.”

I frowned slightly. “A scorpion?”

“Yes, a big one. Big and black. Can you help me kill it?”

What a request! And why couldn’t she kill it herself?

“You need to be fast,” she urged.

GREAT LESSON OF THE DAY👌

In 1990, Shina Peters built a house with N20 million naira; the same year Jim Ovia started Zenith Bank (in Nigeria) with the same amount.

Today, you and I don't have a room in Shina's house but I have an account in Jim's bank and probably you do too.

Shina's house was built in Iju Lagos and remains there till date.

Jim's bank started in a corner and now has over 500 branches in Nigeria, and many international branches.

Millions upon millions transact business in Jim's bank daily.

Shina's house is becoming dilapidated...in 2015, he SPENT more money to renovate the house and bought a Nissan Pathfinder with N10 million...additional liability, while in the same 2015, Jim's bank MADE a profit of N105.7 billion.

Zenith Bank employs hundreds of thousands, and feeds their families.

This is the difference between Assets and Liability. If you buy a car for N20 million today, in 20 years time, you will be ashamed to drive it.

On the other hand, if you invest that same amount in a lucrative business or in an asset, it may be worth billions in 20 years. ( Jim Ovia is now worth $980 million dollars, with the official dollar rate of N320, that means he is worth N313 BILLION NAIRA because of an investment of N20 million).

Spend the little money you have today wisely. Some people driving expensive cars today, are not aware that they are driving their future and the future of their children.

Some people carrying iPhone 12 today, may not be aware that they are carrying their future.
When you are young, don't spend money. Invest it.

Every penny in your hand is like a seed, you can decide to eat it, or sow it. When you sow it, it will bear much more seeds later in future.

THINK TWICE AND SPEND WISELY 👌

STAY BLESSED 🙏❤️

The terms "motherland" and "fatherland" are often used interchangeably to refer to one's homeland or native country. However, there can be subtle differences in their connotations.

"Motherland" can evoke a sense of nurturing and protection, emphasizing the country as a source of comfort, support, and belonging. It may be used in a more sentimental or emotional way, reflecting a deep connection to one's homeland.

On the other hand, "fatherland" may carry more of a sense of strength, authority, and patriotism. It can be associated with ideas of duty, sacrifice, and loyalty to one's country.

Overall, the choice between "motherland" and "fatherland" may be influenced by cultural, historical, or personal factors, but they generally convey similar meanings of national identity and allegiance.

“Thank you,” she replied. It was then I realized I had given a superlative compliment.

There was silence, except from the music from the stereo, which she had reduced the volume of.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” she asked.

What a question! Okay, I would be truthful with her. “No,” I answered.

She looked at me sharply and in a big surprise. “Why?”

Why? Must I have a girlfriend? “The last one I had was during my NYSC,” I put in. “And that was about two years ago.”

“Incredible.”

Even from the side of her face that I could see, there was incredulity visibly written there.

“But, why?” she asked again.

I grinned at her. “Let’s just say I don’t exactly fancy such a thing.”

She briefly looked at me sharply again. “You’re joking, right?”

But, I wasn’t joking. “I mean it.”

There was a pause in conversation.

“Are you gay?” she finally asked.

I laughed. It was not funny, but I laughed. A friend of mine had asked that question before. He went on to ask if I was ‘alright.’ I told him I was not gay, and I was alright. What made them think I was ‘not straight’?

“You must be gay,” she went on to answer. “So, you’re not attracted to ladies?”

“Of course, I’m attracted to ladies,” I corrected her. “Did I not tell you how beautiful you look? I’m not gay and I’m normal. I only have reservations about certain things guys are crazy for.”

There was another long pause. The car was now approaching Oshodi overhead bridge.

“Are you one of these born- again guys?” she asked.

Linda was certainly the inquisitive type. Now, I had met my match. I shook my head. “No, but I absolutely believe that abstinence from sex is a good policy.”

This time around, the incredulity on her face was hot enough to melt butter. Then, she shook her head.

“I don’t believe you.”

Of course, she had the right not to believe. We were still quite strange to each other. It was all right.

Several minutes later, we were back at Allen Avenue, Ikeja. I gave Ms. Morgan the reports of all my findings. She gave me some papers to write them out.

“That was impressive,” she commented.

“Thank you, ma.”

I remained in the shopping plaza till about two p.m, when Ms. Morgan informed that we would be going to her store at Opebi Road. I sat on the seat at the front while madam, the boss took the right back seat. On getting to the store, I realized that it was not as big as the Allen own, but it was also well-stocked.

Be the Best that You Can Be

There was an old carpenter who was going to retire, and because his boss could not bear to let him go, he asked the old carpenter to build a house before he leaves. Although the old carpenter agreed, his heart was already not on his job – he used lousy materials, and the house he built was one of his worst projects. When the house was ready, the boss told him that it was his parting gift to him. The old carpenter was saddened and ashamed to learn that the house he built was actually for himself.

Morale of the story: Everything we do in life, we are actually doing it for ourselves, so we must make sure we do the best we can.

Perhaps, to stop me from asking further questions, she switched on the stereo in the car and played music. I held my peace.

At the Obafemi Awolowo Way, the morning traffic had built up. It was not unusual. I allowed her to concentrate on driving while various thoughts went through my mind.

It took about an hour before we got to our destination. Linda took me to meet the man in charge of the warehouse. He brought out a bunch of keys and opened the place. There were many cartons of goods there.

Slowly and meticulously, I counted them, using my phone to make notes and write figures. Linda stayed in the car, while the guy trolled me as I moved back and forth.

When I was true, I went back to meet Linda. She was sitting behind the steering wheel, the music still playing from the stereo.

“You’re through?” she asked.

“Yes.”

I joined her in the car. She started it and we began the return leg to Ikeja.

“How old are you?” she suddenly asked.
I told her.

“No wonder, you’re so young.”

Was that a compliment? I smiled. “Can I ask how old you are too?”

“Thirty-five. A single mother with a ten-year old daughter.” She said as if a robot responded to a prompt question.

Wow, so, she was thirty-five. There was a yawning ten years’ gap. It was not that I had any amorous intention, but I was always mindful of peripheral matters.

“Interesting,” I said.

“How’s it interesting?”

I chuckled. “It’s interesting that you already have a ten years old daughter.”

She briefly looked confused, probably wondering what exactly I meant by that.

“I mean I would never have thought you’re a mother to a ten years old girl,” I went further.

“You still looked young and beautiful.”

That settled it. A smiled played on her face. Now, be careful, I told myself. I must not say things that would give the wrong impression.

“Thank you,” she replied. It was then I realized I had given a superlative compliment.

A Maasai man walked into a bank in Nairobi to ask for a loan. He told the clerk that he was going to Dubai on business for four weeks and needed to borrow $45.

The loan officer replied that although it is a small loan, the bank will need collateral to disburse it. So the Masai gentleman gave him the keys to a brand new Mercedes Benz S 500, parked on the street in front of the bank.

The Masai showed the vehicle documents and everything was correct. So the loan officer accepted the car as collateral.

The bank manager and his associates mocked the Masai customer for using a Mercedes Benz worth $133,000 as collateral for a $45 loan.

A bank employee then parked the Mercedes Benz in the bank's underground car park. Four weeks later, the Masai gentleman returned to the bank and repaid the $45 loan plus 1 euro and 50 cents in interest.

The agent then said, "Sir, we were very happy to have dealt with you. This transaction went very well but we are a little perplexed. While you were gone, we looked at your file and found that you he's a multimillionaire, so we wondered why he needed to borrow $45?”

The Maasai replied: “Where else in Nairobi could I park my car for four weeks for just $1.30 and expect it to be there when I return?

SOMEONE YOU TAKE FOR IGNORANT MAY SOMETIMES BE SMARTER THAN YOU. ALWAYS CULTIVATE MODESTY AND HUMILITY.

Confident people do not let that stop them. They know that avoiding fear suffocates personal growth and creates unnecessary anxiety.

Truly confident people have learned that the only way to improve their lives, and to change things for the better, is to actively take control of their lives and make things happen.
Confident people make it clear with their words and their actions what is going on, where you stand with them, and what they plan or desire.

Confident people understand that if they say yes to everything and everyone, they are not being true to themselves and their own goals.
Confident people have learned resilience, and how to keep going when the going gets tough.
Truly confident people don’t waste time on chastising themselves for their mistakes.
Confident people know that one of the best ways to learn more about a subject, or understand someone better, is to listen more.
Confident people know that they don’t have all the answers, no-one does, and they are not afraid to admit this.

Confident people create actionable plans in order to achieve their long term goals. They don’t put it off until next week until they feel less rushed, they don’t wait for the right moment.

The truth is, opportunities are all around us, and confident people take advantage of those opportunities, not because they think they will do great at it, but because they know it’s a great stepping stone to something else. Their confidence comes not from their ability to complete a task, but their belief that they have the mental resilience to learn as they go, in order to complete the task.

Ms. Morgan went on to talk about how busy her schedules were and how she needed my assistance. I would always be on the move, she said, so there was no need to give me an office.

“Your first task right now,” she went on, “would be to follow the driver to one of my warehouses at Apapa Road, Mile 2. You would go there to take stocks of the goods. Are you ready to start?”

Of course, I was ready to start. “Yes, madam.”

“Okay. Follow me. Let’s go and meet the driver.”

We left the office, went down the aisle to the exit of the gate. Outside, at the parking lot, a lady moved towards Ms. Morgan, on sighting her.

“Ah, Linda, meet Tayo,” Ms. Morgan said. “He’s my new P.A. Tayo, here is Linda. She knows Lagos like the back of her hand. The two of you will be working a lot together.”

I nodded at the woman. “Good morning, Ms. Linda. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

She nodded too. “Good morning, Tayo.”

I looked around and faced Ms. Morgan. “What about the driver, madam?”

She smiled briefly. “Linda is the driver. Don’t undermine her. I can assure you she is very professional.”

She faced Linda. “To start with, take him to the warehouse at Apapa Road, Mile 2.”

“Yes, Madam,” Linda replied courteously.
Ms. Morgan nodded and went back into the shopping plaza. I looked at Linda critically. She was smartly dressed in a t-shirt and a black trousers. I would never have imagined that of all professions in the world, she was a driver.

“Are you going to keep sizing me up, or are we going to start work?” she quipped. “Come on, let’s get into the car.”

I followed her to a black Rover jeep. She soon drove to join the main road.

“How long have you been working for madam?” I asked her.

“Two years.”

“Hmn.”

She looked at me briefly. “What does that mean?”

I shrugged. “Oh, nothing. How are you coping with the challenge of work, especially driving in a place as crazy as Lagos?”

She smiled. “I manage to overcome all the odds. It’s determination that matters.”

I nodded in agreement. Perhaps, to stop me from asking further questions, she switched on the stereo in the car and played music. I held my peace.