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useed:
4 new episodes in a day....thanks @ she writes

*winks*

izaray:
Hmmm...This girl is in trouble
Thanks for the plenty updates ma'am

You're welcome

na curse be this o

Thank you she writes for the beautiful update....you are a genius

Okay I don't know who Ego offended but she really needs to do 7days dry fasting and pray every midnight with oil, bible, salt, chalk, water, alligator pepper, cane and kolanut for proper deliverance.

Well done Shewrites, but I can't relate to this story now sha.

Can't imagine anyone will intentionally go through all this stuff & make no intentional effort to do something about it.

op pls pity Ego small na, she has and is going through a lot
more than 3 rapes in less than a year,Kia
more power to your elbow

Serious wahala for Nwakego

Thanks for the update

jenifer007:
Thank you she writes for the beautiful update....you are a genius

*hugs*

All glory to God

kikiwendy:
Okay I don't know who Ego offended but she really needs to do 7days dry fasting and pray every midnight with oil, bible, salt, chalk, water, alligator pepper, cane and kolanut for proper deliverance.

Hahahahaha...

This solution has passed be careful...

BlizzydoDo:
Well done Shewrites, but I can't relate to this story now sha.

Can't imagine anyone will intentionally go through all this stuff & make no intentional effort to do something about it.

Hmmm...

When push comes to shove, the Mountain will surely seek out Mohammed. *winks*

favch:
op pls pity Ego small na, she has and is going through a lot

more than 3 rapes in less than a year,Kia

more power to your elbow

*hugs*

That's the story of some people on planet earth...
But after the storm... the sun always glow beautifully...

Ann2012:
Serious wahala for Nwakego
Thanks for the update

*winks*

SASSY AND SLAYING: DIARY OF A SINGLE NAIJA BABE
Episode 27

Dear diary,

17th July, 2016.

Hello stranger…

Oh diary, I didn’t abandon you. I have just been joggling life as it comes.

I am back in the country and I have moved out of my former apartment, into a new flat. It is a one bedroom apartment. Right in the heart of Papa Ajao. This is a big step up for me.

My flat is in a three storey building and I am on the third floor. There are eight one bedroom flats in the building. Two flats on the ground floor, two on the first floor, and two flats on the second and third floor.

I have new neighbours! Weird right? Not entirely sha.

I am going to miss the only couple in my former compound, Thomas and Ivie. I think I will miss Cassandra too. She helped me to pack and arrange and sell my properties whilst I was out of town. That girl collected a chunk in the name of commission, but I didn’t mind. I wanted to be as far as possible from Gbenro. I have already blocked his phone numbers and I have blocked him from all social media platforms too. That guy will never see my break light in a million years.

I might miss Itoro and Timi’s drama, but I am glad that I will be free from their bi-weekly fights and quarrels. Thank God I won’t have to see Nasir again. May God punish him wherever he is. I will not miss Prince at all. It is women that will eventually kill him. I am so sure of that.

Bro. Sam moved out of my former compound long before I planned to. Did I tell you? It was after the saga between his choir sister lover who got pregnant and the elders in his church. I wonder how they resolved the issue.

Right here in my new compound, I don’t know my new neighbours yet. It seems everyone is working, because I see them leave the house as early as I do and return as late as I do and some very late in the night.

On the third floor, my flat is opposite another, housed by two unfriendly single ladies. They come and go, carrying their faces. I stopped greeting them when they didn't answer my greetings.

On the second floor, the two flats are occupied by bachelors. I think in one of the flats, they are brothers, because they look alike, but in the other flat, I think they are friends. They have no physical resemblance at all.

On the first floor, both apartments are occupied by married couples with children and the flats on the ground floor is also occupied by married couples. They ain’t friendly either. The men relates with us as if they are our grandfathers and the women watch us like hawks.

I tire for this new house o! May be with time, I will get to know who my neighbours are but, for now, I am just thankful that I am safe, sound and intact.

Next time, I will really size up whoever I want to go out with. I don’t want to end up with another Gbenro. But how was I supposed to know that he was a devil's incarnate? They no dey right am for head na.

God help me.

Today is Sunday and I am thinking of visiting mumsie. My sister texted that she will be visiting with her husband. My brother is also going to be there with his girlfriend.

Maybe I might change my mind. I don’t want my mum to start harassing me again concerning marriage.

I might as well drive out and catch some fun. I am one of the few people that own a car in this compound. See levels. Hahahaha!

Got to go diary.

Talk to you later.

Las Las na STD's go end your matter!






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uchesmith14:
Las Las na STD's go end your matter!





Thumbs up @SheWrites ❤️��

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SASSY AND SLAYING: DIARY OF A SINGLE NAIJA BABE
Episode 28

Dear diary,

1st August, 2016.


Oh diary... how I have missed writing out everything I go through. I have been MIA for reasons that words can't describe. I will tell you all about it.

Two weeks ago, what I feared most happened to me. That cursed day was the scariest day of my life since I was born. Oh diary, you needed to be there. You won't believe what I went through. It was... it was despicable and nightmarish.

I woke up early on that particular day, prepared for work and by the time I was ready, my car refused to start. I tried calling my mechanic, but his phone was switched off.

I abandoned the car and tried calling my taxi driver friend. He didn’t pick my calls but sent a text that he was taking a client to the airport. I had no other choice than to head to the nearest bus stop. I met a lot of people at the bus stop. Some boarded bikes, while more than a dozen others fought for the buses that strolled by every ten, fifteen minutes.

I hated the fact that I was going to be late for work. I didn’t want to fight my way into a bus. I didn’t want to get stained, ruffled or bruised. I would have stopped a motor bike, but the thought of so many accidents I had seen stopped me.

Lucky enough, I got on a bus and the conductor gave me a good seat beside the window. I don’t know how or when, but I dozed off! I don’t know how long I slept, but by the time I woke up the sun was setting and the bus was in the middle of nowhere! I looked around and I saw some of the bus passengers, weeping profusely, while the rest were still asleep.

“Where are we?” I asked the bus conductor. But the young man ignored me. I tried to get the attention of the bus driver, but someone pulled me back to my seat and pointed a rifle at me.

My heart jumped into my mouth. I froze and I remained still and quiet… Right then and there, I knew that we have been kidnapped. I entered the wrong bus and only God knew where we were been taken to.

The bus stopped in a very thick bush.

The driver, the conductor and one other man dragged every passenger out of the bus and led us into a dark forest. Many people kept on crying. I was so afraid and I peed on myself thrice. They collected our bags, phones and everything we had on us.

A medium size hut came into view and there was a big fire burning right in front of it. I saw a man in his sixties, covered up in white paint, maybe chalk, I don't know. He had a red wrapper tied to his waist and a funny looking red cap on his head. A long leafy branch was sticking out of his mouth and he looked very scary.

No one needs to tell me that he was an herbalist. Oh diary, I think I fell into the hands of ritualists that day.

There were so many other people by the hut, tied to a tree. I saw children, teenagers, men and women. They looked sad and depressed. The herbalist ordered the driver to tie us up along with the rest of the people under the tree.

A man bolted and a woman followed. The conductor shot them and they both fell down. I think they died. I saw them covered in their own pool of blood and my tummy lurched. I was ready to throw up the cornflakes I ate that morning.

One by one, the driver and the conductor led a passenger to the herbalist. Once the old man places the leafy branch on your head, he will make some incantations, then cut off the person’s head!

People started to shout and cry again. We saw heads rolling on the ground. We saw bodies piled up at a corner. It was a gruesome and terrible sight. I threw up four times. I was so, so scared. I was afraid. I knew that I was going to die that day.

I thought about my twenty eight years on planet earth. I thought about my family. The few friends I had. The money in my account. The clothes in my wardrobe. The food in my kitchen. I thought about a lot of silly things. And it dawned on me. Life is short. Wealth and riches will always come and go.

The only thing that matters is our relationship with our maker. I thought about my relationship with God and I began to cry. I knew I wasn’t close to him as I should be. I was afraid that if I died that day, I might end up in hell.

I didn’t want to suffer on earth, die and go and suffer in eternity. I started to ask God for forgiveness. I apologized for every wrong thing I had done. The terrible ways I had lived. I prayed and asked him to take me straight to heaven when I die that night.

I re-dedicated my life to God and accepted Jesus as my Lord and personal saviour. I have done this before, but this time around, I knew exactly what I was doing. I surrendered my life totally to God.

If I ever survived from this disaster that befell me, I was ready to live the rest of my entire life for God. But, if I died, I hoped to be with him in eternity.

When it got to my turn, the old man placed the leafy branch on my head and he began to make incantations. I kept on crying. I closed my eyes, but all I could see was the dozens of rolling heads.

The herbalist pushed me aside and he started to insult and shout at the driver and the conductor. He called them blind bats, telling them that they brought him what he couldn’t use. He ordered the conductor to take me away and throw my body far, far away.

The conductor pulled me up and led me towards the dark forest. Some meters away from the hut, the conductor slipped and fell. His rifle accidentally went off and the bullet ripped his stomach into bloody chunks.

I took to my heels. I didn’t stop running until I got to a major road. I saw people moving around. I saw a bus park, then a filling station. Then I saw a sign post.

Oh diary…. You won’t believe where I found myself.

Akute! I was in Akute! That’s like a border town between Lagos and Ogun state.

I started to cry and thank God for delivering me. I thanked Him for rescuing me and I thought about the other victims. I approached people until someone listened to me.

He took me to the nearest police station and I tried to describe where I was taken to, to the D.P.O. The woman thanked me and told me that they would investigate and try to rescue the others.

The Good Samaritan that took me to the police station gave me a thousand naira. I thanked him and I boarded a bus heading to Lagos mainland. I prayed profusely, hoping that I wasn’t entering another wrong bus.

I got to Oshodi-oke, safe and sound.

I stopped a bike and directed him to my street in Papa ajao. I got home at exactly midnight.

I was physically drained, emotionally exhausted and psychologically traumatized. I sat in my living room till day break. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t do anything. I kept seeing the rolling human heads. And I couldn’t stop crying.

Once the sun rose, I drove to my mum’s place. She cried when I narrated everything I had been through. She bathed me and spoon fed me. She also prayed for me and thanked God for saving me.

My siblings came to see me that evening. My sister wept and my brother was sad and angry at the same time.

I fell ill that night. My temperature shot high and I had aches all over my body. I couldn’t sleep for three days straight and my mum kept on praying for me.

Towards the weekend, I regained my strength. The fever left and I began to eat again.

My mum wasn’t happy because I lost a lot of weight. I am just happy that I was alive.

The following week, I got a mail from the office. I had been suspended because I was off duty for a whole week without reason.

God punish Sky Light Properties. Did they know what I had been through? They didn’t even ask. They just suspended me for a whole week!

Mr. Nosa called that same day and told me that he can help me to rectify the situation if I agreed to be his side chick. I told him no! I have just renewed my relationship with God and nothing is going to make me to go back to my vomit.

I am supposed to resume work tomorrow. I don’t know what’s going to happen. I pray and hope that God will settle everything for me. I have decided to put all my trust in Him. I am leaving mum’s place today. She has really taken good care of me. I love my mother.

I am dozing o diary.

Long yawn...

Talk to you later.

Make God no allow me meet this kind of girl o

Eberex:
Make God no allow me meet this kind of girl o

Hmmmmmm...

Hmm, na wa o.... This one pass super story, from one problem to another, you need serious deliverance!

Thanks for the update @SheWrites ❤️

Thank God for your life Nwakaego... I hope your repentance now is real. If not, I'll have to agree that there's something wrong with you.

Thanks for the update SheWrites!

Thank God for your life

uchesmith14:
Thanks for the update @SheWrites ❤️

*winks*

PrudySara:
Thank God for your life Nwakaego... I hope your repentance now is real. If not, I'll have to agree that there's something wrong with you.

Thanks for the update SheWrites!

*hugs*

I love the updates....thank you shewrites

jenifer007:
I love the updates....thank you shewrites

You're welcome

SASSY AND SLAYING: DIARY OF A SINGLE NAIJA BABE
Episode 29

Dear diary,

15th August, 2016.


Longest time, right? It is not my fault diary.

Things have gone hay wire on my side o! Just imagine what happened to me when I resumed work. I got sacked!

Can you imagine? Sky Light Properties walked me out of their establishment. On the premise that I failed in my official duties. All because I was absent from work for five days. Haba!

I know that Mr. Nosa has his hands, legs and brain in this. I won’t be surprised if he was the master-mind behind my termination at work.

If he thinks I would come crawling back to him, he better think again. He can go and hug the nearest transformer for all I care.

I have been out of work for two weeks straight and I am not finding it funny at all. Sky Light Properties collected their official car and paid me off. The money I have in my salary account, plus the balance of the money Korede’s uncle gave me, it’s not much. I don’t know how I am going to survive. I pray I find another job pretty soon. Diary pray for me ooo.

I have given my sister, her husband and my brother my CVs. I just hope that they will be able to help out. This is my situation now diary. I have committed my challenges into God’s hands and I know that the He will come through for me.

Let me gist you about my new neighbours. I am getting to know them little by little, now that I have some free time in my hands.

The single ladies living opposite my flat have a flock of big gods around them. These men fund their luxury lifestyle. Most weekends, they are never home. Probably on one trip or the other.

The bachelors living on the second floor change women like toilet paper. I have never seen them with a steady girlfriend. The rate at which ladies hover around them is alarming. These girls are in for the shock of their lives if they think that these men were going to settle down with them.

The married couples living on the ground floor and on the first floor are closely knitted. The women are best of friends, while the men are almost always together. These women watch us, the single ladies, in the compound with eagle eyes. They protect their husbands like mother hens. If only they knew the kind of games these men play in the neighbourhood.

These married men have asked me out, one after the other and I have seen them in dark corners, with young girls in our street! Stupid men who should be thinking of their families. They should all be ashamed of themselves.

I am sticking to God and nothing is going to change that.

During the week, I saw Korede and his new wife on the front cover of a fashion magazine. I didn’t feel hatred towards him anymore. I think I have found it in my heart to finally forgive him. Although, I have not entirely forgotten what he did. I have come to terms with everything.

I also saw Nasir, my former neighbour, on an ATM queue, somewhere in town. I am still angry at him. I know I will have to forgive him too. I am working on it sha.

Now that my elder sister is married, my mum has been harassing my brother and me concerning when we were also going to get married. My brother is better off because he has already seen the lady he wants to spend the rest of his life with. Me on the other hand, I don’t even have a boyfriend, talk about someone that wants to marry me.

Mumsie should just free us abeg. Marriage is not heaven biko.

I have committed these area of my life into God’s hands. I know that my Prince charming is out there and he will find me in due time and season. I can’t wait! I can still remember the look on my sister’s face, as she danced with her husband at their wedding reception. It was so evident that she was happy. I want to be happy too. I do not want to rush into anything that will make me gloomy for the rest of my life.

Phew…. I am hungry. Need to make lunch.

Talk to you later diary.

Mwah!

How many days to Christmas?
Me, am expecting Christmas gifts from you people o...
WhatsApp or email me when you're ready to send me a gift *winks*

Thanks for the update back to back updates. What do you want for Christmas?

What do u want for Christmas? @SheWrites

SheWrites:
*hugs*
That's the story of some people on planet earth... But after the storm... the sun always glow beautifully...

wow, I love the sound of that,*after the storm*
can't wait to see that moment, well-done ma'am