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Justice310:
I met him in church one Sunday morning. He sat next to me and I couldn’t help it but recognize the kind of gentleman he was. He was soft spoken and had this shyness on her face anytime he tried to talk to me. During the service, I realized he was finding it uneasy to sing along with the church because he didn’t come along with a hymn book. I shared mine. We both sang from the same hymn book and got closer as the service progressed.

After the last grace was said by the priest and the church dispersed, he turned to me and said thank you. I smiled and asked his name. “I’m Martin,” he said.

“Nice meeting you Martin” I responded. But before I could turn around and leave, he told me;

"Actually, this is my first time being here.” Amid smiles he continued. “and it’s great finding a friend at my first time in church. Do you mind if I called you sometimes?”

We exchanged contacts and left each other’s presence. Truth be told, I was going through the hardest times of my life. The man I’ve dated for about two years just called it quit and I was very devastated. I was nursing my wounds when Martin came along. He kept crossing my mind all week but I resolved not to call him until he does.

He never called until we met in church again the next Sunday. Inwardly, I felt guilty for thinking about him the way I did all week. That’s girlish. But we had another good service together, singing from the same hymn book and making fun under our breath.

After the service, he called when he got home. We started chatting on Whatsapp and grew closer together as the days pass. I shared my story of broken relationships with him and he was kind enough to offer soothing words. He didn’t judge me. He didn’t condemn my actions or sought to give directions as to how I should have handled things. He gained my trust that way and I opened up more.

He told me a little bit about himself. Nothing of note though, but I was happy he was overcoming his shyness. We grew closer and closer until finally, after about six months later, he made it obvious that he wanted us to date.

He didn’t propose to me. I don’t remember him telling me he loved me or wanted to be with me. He loved to act than to use words. We spoke more about it and decided to be in a relationship. He already knew my fears and easily accepted the conditions I laid down for the relationship. I told him; “I don’t want sex now. At least, if it should happen, it should happen after marriage, that is if you have any intention to marry me.” He only nodded and smiled. That day in his room, I remember we had our first kiss.

It was awesome! A lot of things started running through my head. Hey, I wasn’t a nun. I’ve had sex before and kisses this intense usually lead to sex. I remember grabbing him intensely like my whole life depended on him. I was shaking. I wanted something more than the kiss but I held on. He was gentle. The farthest he could go was to hold my head in between his palms, look me in the eyes and kissed intensely. I couldn’t breathe. I gathered the little strength in me and pulled away. I was panting like I’ve been running around for hours. The next words that came out were; “No more kisses until marriage. I mean it.”

For the next two years, we didn’t kiss and we never had sex. The farthest we went was to hold hands, lean on each other and occasionally cuddle. Martin was a good boy and I loved him dearly. We decided to get married after two years of being together. When we started counseling, our pastor wanted to be sure if we’ve had sex before. We had all the pride in us when we answered no. I don’t know if he believed us but we were telling the truth and didn’t care if he did. He only told us to be careful since it’s at this stage that all manner of temptations creep in. We knew our strength. We were sure we could scale above all temptations.

Our marriage arrangement was to have the traditional wedding and then do the church wedding in six months later. We started having troubles. The urge to have sex became greater. After all, we were going to marry so what stops us from having sex? In my mind, I wanted our first sex to be special. I wanted to blow his mind off during our first sex and what better moment to do it than to wait for the honeymoon? this thought kept me going. Two weeks before the traditional marriage, we spent most nights together in the same room and on the same bed. We had a lot of errands and arrangements to do and it was better we stayed together. But sex had a way of creeping into our minds.

I remember one night it turned into a serious scuffle. Martin wanted it. I’ve never seen him so aggressive. He was pushing and struggling with me to allow him to have s*x. To him, we were already married and didn’t see the reason to still cover the cookie. I implored. I fought him. At some point, I wanted to scream. What the pastor said was ringing loud in my ears; “it’s at this stage that all manner of temptations creep in.” Amid threats of screaming and loud prayers, I won and slept in peace. That wasn’t the last. We kept having series of minor fights because of s*x.

Days to the traditional wedding was tough. We could go all day without talking to each other. He was angry and I was angry. S*x was killing the beautiful thing we had together. But we soldiered on.

Finally, we did the traditional wedding. The pastor was there to pray and bless the union. During his sermon, he complimented us for staying chaste all this while and told us to still be strong and keep it till after the church wedding. I could see my husband restless and with a subtle frown.

The night after the traditional wedding we had a fight. Our first fight as husband and wife happened on a night we ought to be happy together. What brought the fight? SEX! Not That I didn’t want to have sex, I wanted to but the time wasn’t right. So I told him; “Didn’t you hear what the pastor said? This is not the real marriage so we can’t have sex. Hold it together. We are only six months away.”

After saying this, my new name was launched; “Madam-We-Can’t-Have-Sex, I hear you but tomorrow, I’ll have s*x somewhere else.” Did you hear what he just called me? Madam-We-Can’t-Have-S*x? At this point, I didn’t care who he would have sex with if only that would make him stay off me till our honeymoon.

For a week, we lived in the same room but talked less to each other. He was always angry with me. What a way to start a married life. I was determined. To me, that was the right thing to do. The church frowns on sex before marriage, not that I also frown on it, I had a different motivation. I wanted the first sex to be unforgettable. I was saving my best for last and for no one but him. So why was he rushing?

Then one night things got worse. Martin came home with a friend. He was too drunk he couldn’t have made it home without the help of his friend. We had spent two arduous months together. I was sad for him. “Is he going through all that because of sex?” I asked myself.

I left him in the coach till he woke up at dawn and came to sleep next to me. He was smelling like a rotten fish. I couldn’t stand it so I woke up, picked a pillow and started walking away to sleep in the coach. He pulled me over and tried forcing himself on me. We’ve been through this tussle over and over again and I always won. I was used to it. This time, something was different. He was stronger and determined.

We struggled and fought for about fifteen minutes. He seemed to get stronger by the minutes while I was losing steam. He managed to tear off my pant and held my two hands apart with his two hands. We were both left with our legs to struggle with. I got tired and realized I couldn’t fight any longer. I kept my calm. He sensed the victory and quickly dashed over to have me. That was when I raised my right knee and unfortunately, my knee caught him in the balls. He fell over and screamed out loud. He suddenly got frozen. I’ve never been scared in my life. I thought I had killed him.

I tried calming him down but he kept whining in pains. Neighbors who heard him screaming started knocking on our door. I rushed to put on a dress and opened up the door. It was very embarrassing seeing neighbors in my room trying to help him regain his calm. After a lot of going up and down, he regained his calm. We were left alone.

The next morning, he packed what he had in the house and left. I didn’t ask him any question. I feared he might hit me. I left to my parent. I kept playing out the incidence in my mind over and over again. I kept asking myself; “Did I take this no sex thing too far.” I believe I did. He never picked my calls for three days. My parent and I went to meet him and his parent to try and resolve the issue but he didn’t listen to a word of what we had to say. All he said was he wanted a divorce. Two weeks later, his parent and other family members came over to dissolve the marriage.

That was it. My marriage lasted for only two and half months. What breaks my heart is the fact that I gave sex to those who didn’t deserve it. They had sex and left anyway. This one—Martin did everything right but I allowed fear to take over my senses. Recently, I heard from another pastor saying that traditional marriage is also marriage and sex is allowed after traditional marriage. If that was true, how stupid could I be? I was married and I didn’t even know it?

Three and half years after our break-up, I attended a wedding—Martin’s wedding with another lady I knew so well. I’m here, still single after six years of our breakup. Guess what, I had a boyfriend. We had sex but the relationship didn’t go well so we broke up. Back to single again.


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I know these peeps well. Did you ask for permission before posting their pics?

Babyforever:
I love how he carried her effortlessly future hubby take note

Okay boo

Valro:
Haba...is it not our money, are they the ones to tell us how to squander our money. Abegi return the money let's squander, wetin concern me

The money will continue to boost their economy. And if returned, it becomes a waste since we re wasters. So they feel it is better it remains with them. When we have our senses and elect right, then the elected right person will do the needful.

ikbnice:
I hope you know we have some of your secondary school classmates who might have become a roadside mechanic or doing menial jobs just to survive. Some of them would even be happy having what you had. We do not journey through life with the same speed.

Let him know jare. I resumed a job on my bed this month with a capital firm in California. I have only seen my boss on zoom. And my pay is in dollars. Yet to collect my certificate from my university, I only sent CV and nothing more. She only did confirmation by my competence. So Dont blame yourself for some inadequacies.

nosiebaba:
One question for freeze. DO YOU KNOW THIS MAN PERSONALLY!?

For earthly standard, mark might be top notch but for heaven standard, is mark doing well. Freeze needs help.

Jethrolite:
Bro no be inter house sport. People in the top 1% of the top 1% richest in the world have way too much money than they need. Whoever runs his business best to affect share price positively will dominate all.

But I see Mark becoming the richest before he is 40 and staying there for a very long time. Facebook has not harnessed payment processing and other financial services fully, when it does, it will become the largest retail bank in the world.

Watch out for me

nuti:
Can these Fela Durotoye and Donald Duke come out seriously so that the youths have a clear path on who to vote for in 2019... the rest on that list are jokers

All those ones with caps have stolen and kept in the caps. Their official picture tells a lot. Sowore for sure will step on toes and the high and mighty people will be under his command. The men of suit might be gentle and pretend always but people on suits are always cautious on how to do things but they might not be real tonus after sometimes in power. I hear of sowore every time in Nigeria's politics but they started coming to limelight because of 2019. Every other one will bow to threats but for sowore, he might not.

ishowdotgmail:
AY is senseless... So cos we don't have money yet we shouldn't profess our love through poem for our girl. He should remember, every individual have their timeline to live.

Davido has his own clock and time, so do you

You no sabi anything, At is a billionaire in naira. Have you seen his estate before. You better grow up and stop insulting people due to your ignorance.

Divay22:
I'll be loyal to him, cause i want to and he's worth it, and not necessarily because of what he can give me..

come and be loyal to me naw

pipsempire:
Hmmm, I like this response jare.

Whey we can start something?

OboOlora:
Don’t cheat on me (or better still, don’t make me know) don’t lay ur hands on me, take care of my children and Bleep me till I watch porn and start feeling irritated like the pornstars r crazy.

Can we relate more. Think we can start something

XhosaNostra:
I don't need anything except loyalty back.

I'm not a cheater in the physical sense. I'd rather end a relationship before starting a new one where sex is involved. Sneaking around is not my cup of tea, I'm a free bird.

Hmmm, I like this response jare.

forreelinc:
Looool so you no get pvc and you dey make noise
Smh for naija youths and their hypocrisy

Read the post all over again, he has his PVC. Try to read and comprehend before attacking people.

Bagehot:
The estimated size of the global oil and gas industry in 2016 was $1.7 trillion - how did $1.1 trillion get stolen from Nigeria alone?

http://www.visualcapitalist.com/size-oil-market/

but this 1.1 trillion is an accumulation of diverted fuel in one year, not a transaction.which means all these 18 companies were not taxed either in 365 days .

AishaBuhari:
This isn't about playing opposition - NNPC was already accused by CAC for awarding contracts to Ghost Companies

Link below;
https://www.dailytrust.com.ng/ghost-companies-lift-n1-1tr-crude-oil.html

but this 1.1 trillion is an accumulation of diverted fuel in one year, not a transaction.which means all these 18 companies were not taxed either

Am not judging any pastor, but come to think of it, when it comes to giving out to the less privileged, T.B. Joshua is a baby near Pastor Adeboye. The media has only propagated that of T.B Joshua. Check your bible and read Matthew 6:3. You will understand that God will not necessary appreciate the gift of T.B. Joshua because he is publicising it. I don't have to mention what all these men of God you cast do by giving out.

Its all about money. If its not God, then MONEY. And it cannot be because of God.

I want to have a chat with the admin. Am the newest member here. How can I go about that? I need some info

I want to have a chat with the admin. Am the newest member here. How can I go about that? I need some info