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Hi, just wanted to check on you and I do hope you are doing great. Do take care of yourself and remember God loves you.

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Hi, just wanted to check on you and I do hope you are doing great. Do take care of yourself and remember God loves you.

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SASSY AND SLAYING: DIARY OF A SINGLE NAIJA BABE

EPISODE 4

Dear Diary,
January 12th, 2016,

I am sitting on one of the two-settees in my apartment, my diary on my lap, a biro in my hand, whilst my eyes are fixated on the television. Momentarily, it flickers to these pink pages too. So, I am watching a soap opera and also writing at the same time. It’s a repeated episode. This makes it possible for me to divert my attention as need be. I can write as much as I want before the new episode starts.

Today is a Monday and I came back from work some hours ago. Benson actually dropped me off at the junction, after buying me dinner at Mama Cass eatery. Hmm… I am smiling sheepishly tight now. The guy planned it. The moment I left my desk and headed homewards, he shut down his system and followed me out. He gave an excuse that he was tired and needed rest. I laugh in French. Tired indeed. I know the guy is just looking for every opportunity to spend time with me outside the confines of the office building. Who would blame him? I am equally enjoying all the attention and freebies attached to it.

When Benson drove off, I saw Sam, that SU brother living in my compound, and his choir sister friend. They were walking towards the junction, chatting and laughing to a private joke. These two looked very suspicious. No wonder Itoro and Cassandra concluded that they were dating. Who cares? Anyone can date whomever they desire. It’s a free world after all.

They walked past me without saying a word. I assumed that they didn’t see me. And even if they did, I don’t need their greeting. It is not by force to see someone you know and greet them. Why people feel entitled to these things, I will never understand. You are not feeding me, neither are you paying my bills. Yet, you want me to greet and salute you morning, noon and night. Amaka why? Are you Gadafi? Or Idi Amin? Or Adolf Hitler? Abeg, shift. Park well.

When I got to my door, Itoro and Cassandra were standing outside Itoro’s front door, gossiping about everyone living in the compound. Sometimes, I wonder how Timi copes with his girlfriend’s incessant gossip section with Cassandra. This has gone past normal. Anyways, today, I heard them talking about the landlord and the tenants that were still owing the man. I can’t believe they know all the names of everyone that were yet to pay their rent fully. If I was owing, I would have been added to their discussion. Oh Lord…

I said hi, they responded and I went into my flat. I had a good dinner. Semovita and melon soup with catfish. God bless Benson wherever he is oooo.

At work today, Mrs. Nkiruka turned me into an errand girl. I was sent to deliver files and documents to her superiors and colleagues. Whatever happened to fax, emails and Microsoft outlook? She could have sent the soft copies of these files to these people, instead of turning me into a post master.

My legs are still aching from walking around in high heels. There were times when I couldn’t wait for the elevator to descend and I had to use the stairs. Those torturous agonizing moments were the worst in my whole life. God punish you Mrs. Nkiruka!

On my way back to the office, I think I had just left the Accounting Department. I ran into the office flirt, Korede Nelson. He worked in the Legal department. He is a good lawyer, from what I have heard about him and he is very, very handsome. He is dark skinned, almost as dark as charcoal, with very dark sexy eyes, broad shouldered, curly hair and with a baritone voice. You can say that he is every woman’s dream man, but he disgusts me.

Why? He knows he is cute and he uses what he is got to get what he wants. Both old and young ladies in the office are drooling all over him, including the married ones. I know for a fact that he has slept with almost every woman in our company, Skylight Properties. Including married women. The fact that he thinks that no one can resist him or say no to him repulses me. He is too arrogant for my liking. The fact that he thinks that because he drives a Prado jeep and lives in a three bedroom duplex in Ikoyi, makes him an irresistible catch, makes me wanna puke.

My first week in Skylight Properties, this dude came hard on me. He came with gifts and flowers. Gave me a ride in his jeep and drove me past his duplex once, thinking that I would be swept off my feet. But, I stood like an unshakable rock. No amount of money can buy my love and attention. This is what makes me different from several other slay queens out there.

I turned him down the first time he asked me out and the second time and the third time and the fourth time and he has not given up yet. He is still asking. Every single opportunity he gets, including today, he still asks me out. I am not willing to join the long list of women he had used and thrown away like thrash. I heard his relationships do not go beyond three weeks. I heard he spoil his women silly, sleep with them from dusk to dawn, then break up with them when they least expect it and go after another catch.

Who does that? Why should I put myself through such an ordeal? I am looking for love and a lasting relationship that can lead to the altar. I am not looking forward to be used by a dog, a useless fowl who hops from one bum to the other. Tufiakwa.

He asked me out again today. And of course, I told him not in this lifetime. I would rather hug a transformer than date the likes of him. I would rather tie myself to a huge rock and jump into the lagoon than go out with him. Even if he is the only man on planet earth, I would rather live and die single than be with him.

He talked about his birthday bash which was coming up this weekend. He wanted me to come and he gave me an invitation card. I collected it, knowing fully well that I will not step a foot in that guy’s home. No need encouraging and fueling his pursuit of me. I am simply not interested. Nothing is ever going to change that. He knows it, I know it, yet, he is willing to chase me to my grave. God help me! Get him off my back before I do something drastic. I heard he is related to the ogas at the top. If not…

Enough said about Korede Nelson, let’s talk about Benson. My sensitive and adorable Benson. I think he is going to ask me out before this week runs out. I might as well say yes. He is not that bad. Maybe it might work out after all. What have I got to lose? And at long last, I would also be able to get my mum off my back. The next time she talks about marriage, I will gladly introduce Benson as a potential suitor. Problem solved.

Hey! The new episode of the soap opera I was watching have started.

Got to go diary.

We will talk later.

Probably tomorrow…

Night night.

Mwaooooh!

I'm loving this

Well done OP

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I'm loving this
Well done OP

Thank you

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The story continues...

Benson is getting it finally with patient endurance.
Women sha! Someone you said was not your type

BiadeFolar:
Benson is getting it finally with patient endurance.
Women sha! Someone you said was not your type

Hahahaa...

After The Devil, Fear Women

Shewrites this is lovely

So girls no longer like gentle easy-going men but the control freaks.

Dammykrone:
After The Devil, Fear Women

Hmmmm...

Torresmannl:
Shewrites this is lovely

Thankssss...

Dagger79:
So girls no longer like gentle easy-going men but the control freaks.

Not all girls...

SheWrites:
Not all girls...

Update Pls

SheWrites:
Not all girls...

Update Pls

New update will be posted before midnight today.

SheWrites, we're still waiting for updates..

SheWrites:
New update will be posted before midnight today.

PrudySara:
SheWrites, we're still waiting for updates..

It is ready... crazy weekend...
Will post it before my mb expires today/tomorrow

Thanks for waiting.

SheWrites:


It is ready... crazy weekend...
Will post it before my mb expires today/tomorrow

Thanks for waiting.

Anticipating ma'am

Some weekends are like that...Sorry dear And yeah, I'm still waiting

SheWrites:

It is ready... crazy weekend... Will post it before my mb expires today/tomorrow
Thanks for waiting.

SASSY AND SLAYING: DIARY OF A SINGLE NAIJA BABE

EPISODE 5

Dear Diary,

17th January, 2016,

It’s Saturday. Weekend came at last. I have been expecting it since Monday. Now that it is hear, hallelujah!

My week has been busy. Got home late every single day. Once I step into my apartment, I yank off my work clothes, eat, shower, and straight to bed. This has been my routine day in, day out all through this week. I have been too tired to write. So sorry diary. But, I am here now. Missed yah terribly. I know you missed me too. I promise, I will not abandon you again.

Mrs. Nkiruka and I were at loggerheads this week because of the workload she placed on my schedule. She ended up giving me a bonus after the close of work yesterday. I was happy and surprised at the same time. Margaret Thatcher has a heart after all. The woman appreciated all the leg-work and extra burden of work I did during the week. You need to hear her talk. I was indeed flattered. She can be nice if she wants to be, I guess. But, she is always shielded with this macho-woman exterior, with an invincible wall between her and us. Most times, she acts like it is her against the world.

Rolling my eyes now… some people sha. That’s her own cup of tea. I am thousands of naira richer. Compensation for the work I did for her. Happy I am.

Clara and Steve were green with envy. Those two are not well. I asked them for help many a times, but they keep telling me that they had their own to-do list. Bad belle people. Benson was the only one that was happy for me. He knew how hard I worked and he knew I deserved the bonus. But, Clara and Steve wished that they could get bonuses too, without the work.

I laugh in French. Na so eh easy? Make dem park wella abeg.

I ran into Korede again. That guy is so, so full of himself. The mere sight of him irritates me. He reminded me about his birthday bash. Not surprised. I am sure he wants all the staff in the office building to come see his house. Is he the only living in a duplex? Who is he deceiving?
Am hissing now…

I am not going. Period. I would rather party with the cleaners in the office than go to his over-exaggerated party.

Am hissing again.

I told him that I will try and clear my weekend. I told him I might come, but I am not sure. He was happy regardless. Dumb-ass! It is konji that will kill him, last, last.

Enough about Korede.

Benson gave me a ride home every day this week. That saved me a lot of money. Money I would have used to transport myself back home every day. I think we are getting kind of closer. He is more relaxed around me and I kind of find him more appealing. The guy is not bad. He has a good heart and that’s important. Compared to the likes of Korede and other flirts in the office.

Yesterday, before he dropped me off, he told me that he wasn’t sure if he would attend Korede’s party. He said he would call if he was going to the party. And he would pick me up if I wanted to come along. Thinking about it, Benson might be the only reason why I might attend Korede’s party. At least, I get to spend time with him, even if we would be in the midst of more than a dozen people. Now, I wonder how many people Korede invited for his party. What’s my business anyway? It is his money. It is his party.

It’s already 3pm. Benson hasn’t called yet. Maybe he isn’t going. Suit me fine. I might as well rest and prepare for the new week.

I slept most part of this morning. I did some laundry when I woke up around eleven, I think. But, by the time I got to the back of the building, there was little or no space on the clothing lines. I met Timi, Itoro, Cassandra, Sam and the childless couple, Thomas and Ivie, arguing over the clothing lines. Apparently, they also washed their clothes.

We argued, exchanged words and the whole scenario almost turned into a violent conflict. Nevertheless, I was able to spread some of my clothes on the lines. I took the rest of my clothes back to my apartment and spread them over the bathroom door, the kitchen door and my front door. I hope they would dry before dusk tomorrow.

My siblings called earlier, while I ate lunch. They wanted to visit momsie today and they asked if I wanted to come along. Tufiakwo! Those two better leave me alone. After they abandoned me at her place the other day, they want me to tag along again. I told them that I was busy. I aren’t visiting my mama anytime soon. They should go alone and leave me. It is not by force. I am not even in the mood for that woman’s wahala. Kia… is she the only mother on planet earth whose children are not married? Abeg, mama Adanne, free us o. That woman can disturb for Africa.

Thinking about it, I don’t blame her sha. If dad was alive, she might be too distracted to bother us. I miss my daddy. I know she misses her husband too. If I ever get married, I hope my husband and I will grow old together. I see too many widows and the kind of struggles they go through no be here. I don’t ever want to be in their shoes.

We are all mum’s got. I know she is eager to see her own grandchildren. God willing, before she ends up six feet beneath, she will see every one of them.

I can’t wait to be married either. I can’t wait to start having kids of my own. And I solemnly swear, when it is time for them to get married, I will not disturb them the way my mother disturbs myself and my siblings.

My phone is ringing!

It is Benson!

Give me a moment diary. I dey come…

Am back! Phew…

Benson is going to Korede’s party and he wants me to come along.

Yes, I am going. Can’t be locked up in here while others party and have fun. I told him I will be ready in the next hour.

I have got to get ready diary.

I have the perfect dress. Shoes and jewelry to match. I am going to look breathtaking. Benson will not be able to drive by the time he sees me in this outfit.

Maybe I might be able to convince Benson to leave the party early, so we could tour Lagos and catch our own fun. I definitely do not want to spend all night at Korede’s party.

I am so excited right now.

Got to go diary.

I will gist you after the party.

Bye diary.

Mwah!

Hmm

Thanks for the update ma'am

Ann2012:
Thanks for the update ma'am

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Diary, can't wait to know how this exaggerated party went. Meanwhile, Thanks for this update SheWrites...

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