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So this happened late December 2022. I just remembered it, and I've been laughing like a crazy person. My family and I travelled to our hometown for the festive season. An incident occurred, so my family decided that it was best I see a psychiatrist. In my mind, I was like, "Wonders shall never end, so these people think I've gone loco". As long as the funds weren't coming from my pocket, no issues at all. I decided to use that opportunity to scan UNEC females, cos I had always heard that Enugu "urban" girls are beautiful, unlike the "rural" ones that have a striking resemblance with the early men. They do their internship in the Psychiatric hospital. Funny enough, the talk turned out to be true. I've seen it first hand that Enugu "urban" girls are really fine. I no dey like compliment ladies on their beauty, but I gats talk this one. They too fine abeg.

Before I continue, I need to narrate something. Abeg, I no dey try hype myself with this narration, but na the gospel truth. As a guy, I'm tired of the stares from ladies whenever I'm in public space. It's just too much. I mean it when I say that being good looking has its advantages and disadvantages.
We handsome guys go through a lot, you know. I now do more of bolt rides just to avoid the female drama. The toxic ones are the worst. They reject men on a daily basis, but when rejected, they'll do anything to get back at you. Anyways, this na topic for another day. I don't know if anyone experiences this, but if you do, know that you're not alone. We'll get through it.

Have you found yourself in a situation where secondary school girls, mature ladies of ages 40, 50 and above, married women, friends' moms, female cousins, aunts, etc dey reason your matter. Sincerely, I'm just tired of it all. I can't walk down the street without turning heads.

Back to the topic. On the D-Day, I and my cousin went there. The attention increased when I was at home. I no go lie you, my head swelled when the female psychiatrist told one of the male IT students that he was no longer the cutest guy in the building. You needed to see how all eyes were on me. They were all feeling the boy. The psychiatrist asked me some questions whilst blushing, and then diagnosed me with Schizophrenia. This woman is actually old enough to be my mother, but she was obviously feeling the boy. In my mind, I was like "Hia.... Schizogini? I don dey craze?" She then took me to an inner room in her office and administered an injection called Haloperidol. Me wey know say I dey alright come dey doubt myself. A few minutes after I took that injection, it dawned on me that mysterious things do happen. I became speechless. My tongue permanently got stuck on my inner upper jaw. Then, a mighty wave of sleepiness and fatigue overshadowed my always agile demeanor. In the cab, I was sleeping like a Koala. When we alighted, I was still sleeping while walking home. On getting home, I didn't even reply anyone; I just went straight to my bed. We got home at about 2-3pm, and I slept till about 1pm the next day. I was also given a drug called Quetapine. This drug can instantly tranquilize a cheetah when running at full speed. It also causes excessive weight gain, and severe hunger. I could sleep for 27 and half hours when on this drug. All these were a waste of funds, because nothing was wrong with me. Just because I told them a bitter truth, they thought I had gone haywire.

By the way, I kinda like mature ladies, so I took the psychiatrist's phone number from the hospital card, and put up a call to her. I brought her up to speed on my fake progress, because nothing was wrong with me. I wanted to just play a little bit with her, cos I was bored that day. We spoke for a while, and then I told her that If she were not married, I'd have shot my shoot. She actually liked the discussion. If not that I'm a child of God, I'd have gone further. Anyways, I can't sleep, so I decided to share this story.

Wow
Pls am following ardently
Pls drop part 2 abeeeeeg 🙏🙏😔

Loverboi2cute:
Wow
Pls am following ardently
Pls drop part 2 abeeeeeg 🙏🙏😔

You think it's made up? This really happened to me. I love writing, so I spiced it up with punctuations. Sorry, there's no part 2

By your last paragraph, you sure say you no kolo true true?

U dey craze


🤪

Non of the mad people for phychia...

Dey gree say them no well o. They always feel like na them normal pass sef.

But op nothing do you Sha. Nice story!

zackmann:
You think it's made up? This really happened to me. I love writing, so I spiced it up with punctuations. Sorry, there's no part 2

And you're an interesting writer.

By the way, what made your family decide that you should see a psychiatrist?
What are the signs that you showed, but didn't write in your story?
Are you "seeing things" or what?

zackmann:
So this happened late December 2022. I just remembered it, and I've been laughing like a crazy person. My family and I travelled to our hometown for the festive season. An incident occurred, so my family decided that it was best I see a psychiatrist. In my mind, I was like, "Wonders shall never end, so these people think I've gone loco". As long as the funds weren't coming from my pocket, no issues at all. I decided to use that opportunity to scan UNEC females, cos I had always heard that Enugu "urban" girls are beautiful, unlike the "rural" ones that have a striking resemblance with the early men. They do their internship in the Psychiatric hospital. Funny enough, the talk turned out to be true. I've seen it first hand that Enugu "urban" girls are really fine. I no dey like compliment ladies on their beauty, but I gats talk this one. They too fine abeg.

Before I continue, I need to narrate something. Abeg, I no dey try hype myself with this narration, but na the gospel truth. As a guy, I'm tired of the stares from ladies whenever I'm in public space. It's just too much. I mean it when I say that being good looking has its advantages and disadvantages.
We handsome guys go through a lot, you know. I now do more of bolt rides just to avoid the female drama. The toxic ones are the worst. They reject men on a daily basis, but when rejected, they'll do anything to get back at you. Anyways, this na topic for another day. I don't know if anyone experiences this, but if you do, know that you're not alone. We'll get through it.

Have you found yourself in a situation where secondary school girls, mature ladies of ages 40, 50 and above, married women, friends' moms, female cousins, aunts, etc dey reason your matter. Sincerely, I'm just tired of it all. I can't walk down the street without turning heads.

Back to the topic. On the D-Day, I and my cousin went there. The attention increased when I was at home. I no go lie you, my head swelled when the female psychiatrist told one of the male IT students that he was no longer the cutest guy in the building. You needed to see how all eyes were on me. They were all feeling the boy. The psychiatrist asked me some questions whilst blushing, and then diagnosed me with Schizophrenia. This woman is actually old enough to be my mother, but she was obviously feeling the boy. In my mind, I was like "Hia.... Schizogini? I don dey craze?" She then took me to an inner room in her office and administered an injection called Haloperidol. Me wey know say I dey alright come dey doubt myself. A few minutes after I took that injection, it dawned on me that mysterious things do happen. I became speechless. My tongue permanently got stuck on my inner upper jaw. Then, a mighty wave of sleepiness and fatigue overshadowed my always agile demeanor. In the cab, I was sleeping like a Koala. When we alighted, I was still sleeping while walking home. On getting home, I didn't even reply anyone; I just went straight to my bed. We got home at about 2-3pm and I slept till about 1pm the next day. I was also given a drug called Quetapine. This drug can instantly tranquilize a cheetah when running at full speed. It also causes excessive weight gain, and severe hunger. I could sleep for 27 and half hours when on this drug. All these were a waste of funds, because nothing was wrong with me. Just because I told them a bitter truth, they thought I had gone haywire.

By the way, I kinda like mature ladies, so I took the psychiatrist's phone number from the hospital card, and put up a call to her. I brought her up to speed on my fake progress, because nothing was wrong with me. I wanted to just play a little bit with her, cos I was bored that day. We spoke for a while, and I told her that If she were not married, I'd have shot my shoot. She actually liked the discussion. If not that I'm a child of God, I'd have gone further. Anyways, I can't sleep, so I decided to share this story.

I quoted it, just in case you decide to delete it.

Calm down, you are okay..just wear the chain.

chatinent:
Calm down, you are okay..just wear the chain.

Very funny 😂

Clairvoyancy:
By your last paragraph, you sure say you no kolo true true?

😆....U dey wonder aw him take end the story like that

Foolish post

Calm down bro,just don't skip your meds you'll be fine alright.
Regards to Mom for that quick intervention.

mad people never admit they are mad.
You will be alright Las las.
Just no bite anyone.

You ended the story like someone who has been in and out of the mental ward.

Nigerians are never sensitive about anything...

Why calling out the op for sharing his story?

You guys don't know his mental health capacity.

Una leave story dey call am names.

Nah wa o... Many of una wey dey crase dey call person crazy!

zackmann:
You think it's made up? This really happened to me. I love writing, so I spiced it up with punctuations. Sorry, there's no part 2

I heard mad people have hot temper and are sometimes delusional, OP sorry to say this, your folks may be right

Nigerians misconstrue high level of intelligence for madness.

Please stay on your meds.

Clairvoyancy:
By your last paragraph, you sure say you no kolo true true?

No craze person dey gree say him don craze

ObalendeCMS:
Nigerians misconstrue high level of intelligence for madness.

Exactly bro. His experience is funny sha.

SMH

zackmann:
So this happened late December 2022. I just remembered it, and I've been laughing like a crazy person. My family and I travelled to our hometown for the festive season. An incident occurred, so my family decided that it was best I see a psychiatrist. In my mind, I was like, "Wonders shall never end, so these people think I've gone loco". As long as the funds weren't coming from my pocket, no issues at all. I decided to use that opportunity to scan UNEC females, cos I had always heard that Enugu "urban" girls are beautiful, unlike the "rural" ones that have a striking resemblance with the early men. They do their internship in the Psychiatric hospital. Funny enough, the talk turned out to be true. I've seen it first hand that Enugu "urban" girls are really fine. I no dey like compliment ladies on their beauty, but I gats talk this one. They too fine abeg.

Before I continue, I need to narrate something. Abeg, I no dey try hype myself with this narration, but na the gospel truth. As a guy, I'm tired of the stares from ladies whenever I'm in public space. It's just too much. I mean it when I say that being good looking has its advantages and disadvantages.
We handsome guys go through a lot, you know. I now do more of bolt rides just to avoid the female drama. The toxic ones are the worst. They reject men on a daily basis, but when rejected, they'll do anything to get back at you. Anyways, this na topic for another day. I don't know if anyone experiences this, but if you do, know that you're not alone. We'll get through it.

Have you found yourself in a situation where secondary school girls, mature ladies of ages 40, 50 and above, married women, friends' moms, female cousins, aunts, etc dey reason your matter. Sincerely, I'm just tired of it all. I can't walk down the street without turning heads.

Back to the topic. On the D-Day, I and my cousin went there. The attention increased when I was at home. I no go lie you, my head swelled when the female psychiatrist told one of the male IT students that he was no longer the cutest guy in the building. You needed to see how all eyes were on me. They were all feeling the boy. The psychiatrist asked me some questions whilst blushing, and then diagnosed me with Schizophrenia. This woman is actually old enough to be my mother, but she was obviously feeling the boy. In my mind, I was like "Hia.... Schizogini? I don dey craze?" She then took me to an inner room in her office and administered an injection called Haloperidol. Me wey know say I dey alright come dey doubt myself. A few minutes after I took that injection, it dawned on me that mysterious things do happen. I became speechless. My tongue permanently got stuck on my inner upper jaw. Then, a mighty wave of sleepiness and fatigue overshadowed my always agile demeanor. In the cab, I was sleeping like a Koala. When we alighted, I was still sleeping while walking home. On getting home, I didn't even reply anyone; I just went straight to my bed. We got home at about 2-3pm, and I slept till about 1pm the next day. I was also given a drug called Quetapine. This drug can instantly tranquilize a cheetah when running at full speed. It also causes excessive weight gain, and severe hunger. I could sleep for 27 and half hours when on this drug. All these were a waste of funds, because nothing was wrong with me. Just because I told them a bitter truth, they thought I had gone haywire.

By the way, I kinda like mature ladies, so I took the psychiatrist's phone number from the hospital card, and put up a call to her. I brought her up to speed on my fake progress, because nothing was wrong with me. I wanted to just play a little bit with her, cos I was bored that day. We spoke for a while, and then I told her that If she were not married, I'd have shot my shoot. She actually liked the discussion. If not that I'm a child of God, I'd have gone further. Anyways, I can't sleep, so I decided to share this story.

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