Maybe, we got it from smeone

Kingrshd3:
How can the husband ask d friend to join you .



I guess this is a fictional story indeed .

Hello.......,

I am a 38-year-old full-time housewife who got married traditionally about 5 years ago. My husband is a 49-year-old who had told me he got divorced 7years ago and had 2 children from the previous marriage. The ex-wife and children stay in Canada. He is an architect who travels from time to time.

We have been looking up to God for a child since we got married and my husband has been quite understanding. He does not stress me about our childlessness. My mother-in-law rarely picks my calls and does not trouble me about a child too. My best friend keeps advising me to do my best to give my husband a child so as to secure my place in his family.


Few months ago, my husband’s friend started living with us. It started out as him coming to stay the weekend but he has refused to leave. Whenever I bring it up, my husband simply say that the friend is trying to get on his feet and he is helping him out because the friend was there for him in the past as well.

One afternoon, the friend walked in on my husband and I having s3x and instead of getting furious, my husband asked that he joined us. I felt embarrassed that day but got used to it overtime. My husband had said it’s just s3x so the friend joins us occasionally. My husband travels a lot for work and sometimes when I feel too lonely, I simply go to his friend’s room to sort myself.


However, few days ago, I found out I am pregnant. My husband has been on a business trip for over a month now and I do not know how to tell him. Hope he won’t question the paternity of this child? How do I know whose child I am carrying? Would it matter to him? Do I just get rid of the pregnancy?

I finally have what I have been longing for all these years but hope it will not ruin my home? Please help me.


Anonymous


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Sir i need clarification on this. Is it within the current price range for the day trading or on the price the stock is selling at? Because i recall, trying to consolidate my Nahco, I sent a mail and ask for a cross deal at N30+ however my broker said they cannot intervene and did it N33.80

phadriz:
Cross deal can only be done by a broker, it also passes through the trading machine, but it not thrown to the open market. Take for example Mr A give a sale order of 1,000 units of Transcorp and Mr B give a purchase order 5,000 unit of Transcorp to Morgan capital and the stock is on full bid. The broker will internally sell the stocks to Mr B within the current price range.

It also happen in a situation where volume of trade has been agreed BTW two parties at a predetermined rate within the price range.
The main thing to note is that it won't be thrown to the open market for queue.

True Life Story: Fear Women-My Wife Who Refused To Forgive My Mother Now Wants My Forgiveness-Pt 2

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I insisted and held my wife so tight until she said…she has to confess…that our first child was not really mine…it belonged to her ex…she mistakenly slept with him a month to our wedding. She found out two weeks after our wedding that she was pregnant…she panicked and sent him a voice note.

Later she decided to delete the voice note, she told him it was a mistake but the guy refused to believe her…he told her he would keep her secret cos he does not want to destroy our marriage but that she must let the child know he has a different father when the child is 18. My wife said she agreed. But when she lost the baby…she did not tell her ex….

That the ex found out about the baby recently and he is suspecting that we found out about the paternity of the baby and decided to murder the child. This ex has been calling and sending her threatening messages. That was why she put off her phone. However, he used different numbers to call her. Now, he is warning her to prove the baby was not murdered or he will take legal action against her and me. My wife said she tried to explain that it was no one’s fault that the baby died but this man has refused to believe her.

As for me…I could not believe this incredible story…I was flabbergasted….so my wife planned with her ex to pin their baby on me? What if that is the reason the baby died? God is watching them….and since then….maybe that is why she refused to forgive my mom? Maybe she is still in love with her ex and she feels the loss of their child? I am confused. I have run DNA test for my two children and yes, they are mine but I cant get over what my wife did….

My wife has begged me and confessed that she was confused….the mistake s3x with her ex happened when we had a one week break…I actually called off our wedding six weeks to the wedding…she was in a bad shape and she went back to her ex…and it happened….but she did not tell me…instead trusted her ex to keep the baby a secret until the child is 18 years old…oh …God is watching o…women!!!…ha….women …see what my wife was hiding from me?

My wife refused to forgive my wife for the herbs that k#illed the baby yet she expects me to forgive her for lying about a baby that never really mine? I have been speechless since this revelation…two days ago…I and my wife were served with petition to explain what happened to the dead baby. The petition is alleging that I found out my wife is gave birth to another man’s baby and conspired with my mother to k#ll the baby.

I am mad and upset. I am the victim here. I was lied to….yet, I am being accused of murder….I have engaged my lawyer to respond to the petition but in my head…I am wondering….what am I going to do with my wife? Forgive her? The same woman who could not forgive my mom? Imagine what my mom would say when she hears the child they accused her of murdering is for another man? Won’t people say its because she lied that caused the death of the child?

Now I feel my wife was the one who told her ex that the baby was murdered…maybe she did it cos she was angry with my mom but how can I trust her ever again? The same woman who could not trust me but she trusted her ex? I am very worried that my marriage is headed to the rocks…Fear women…I have done nothing but love my wife…yes, she is truly sorry…is she truly and really sorry? She has finally agreed to forgive my mom but this one is too big for me…

Help me…advise me…what would you do if you are in my position?

Anonymous

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NIGERIAN AVIATION HANDLING COMPANY PLC proposed dividend of ₦2.54

I saw this in a group

The bonus will come from NAHCO my expectation

SonofElElyonRet:


But hang on..... where's the bonus issue of UCAP that everyone was so sure of Even my stockbroker was certain UCAP would declare bonus issue.... scrip issue

Pls do not go for direct cash settlement, because every time you sell, fund would be credited to your bank account after three working days, meanwhile, before they credit your account, you will not be able to utilize the proceeds

ExcessKJ:
Good afternoon, everyone

Please, I am trying to open an individual account with Morgan capital, but the last part shows which account I preferred between cash account or direct cash settlement.

Please, which is more appropriate to select. Thanks

yes ooh, Ojota has two bridges yet, those crossing the express will be causing serious traffic, while task force officials watching helplessly

hakeem4:
They should also put enough KIA people along that ojota, cause people are deliberately crossing the highway whilst ignoring the pedestrian bridge

I get it now! This is truly helpful. God bless you sir

IYGEAL:


I didn't clearly get your message.

The current value(price) of the stock is assumed to be constant. The number of units you already have should be the same if you remove the amount (transaction charges) you'd pay for the buying and selling.

It is the units that matter, after all you didn't buy the stock at its current price. I hope you get this.

Oh this would have been my best bet. But i have receive x-Alert of the success of the transaction but at a higher price of what the stock is trading currently. Allthesame, i'm grateful for your contributions.

IYGEAL:


You should probably just sell the units in the broker/account you want to move from, move the money into the one you want to use and buy the same units. You may get lucky and buy at cheaper price.

This way, you're in control. In fact, since you're going to pay for both sides of the cross deal, this is arguably your best option.

Thank you so much, i truly appreciate

Frangel:


The way I understand it, you can determine the price you want but that would mean the broker paying attention to do it when the price falls between the best bid and best offer prices.

You can only execute a cross deal through the brokers. It will be treated as a sale from one account, a purchase by the receiving account. The "selling" account has to give a specific instruction to cross to the receiving account. Hopefully, the accounts are not Direct Cash Settlement accounts, so that the firm will debit both accounts for the applicable charges only. Very important that the "seller" gives a mandate to the brokers on what he/she wants. Some firms could allow just one party bear all the charges, since there is no transfer of consideration.

My Personal account and Joint account. so, i want to build my holdings in one account. thank you for the response

Streetinvestor2:
.why is your account have different names even if the surnames are the same.How do you handle the know your customer thing.Thr is something missing here

Morgan Capital is my broker, they said it's not possible

yeddy99:
why don't you just do a share transfer between accounts?

Good Morning my oga's in the house.

Please if i want to do a cross deal between two of my accounts with different name but same surname to consolidate my holding. Can't i determine the price of the cross deal within the price range of the day?

Your contribution will be well appreciated


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Good morning ma’am please help me post this and keep me anonymous.

I’m married with 2kids I have a friend who’s also married with kids each time I visit her I get this homely welcome from her husband sometimes when she calls me to come over I will be hearing her husband’s voice from the background that I should not fail to come oh.


Each Time I get to there house he buys me different things to take home sometimes huge amount of money in he’s wife present and she will be laughing that her husband just likes me, that if he likes someone that’s how he use to do I said okay because I don’t want her to get angry she told me she doesn’t have problem with that because me I was beginning to get uncomfortable with it and sometimes I stopped going to her place I always tell her to come to my place instead.


Its as if I knew what was about to happen two weeks ago a strange number called when I picked behold it was my friend husband I greeted him and asked after his wife he said she’s fine, I now asked him sir this one u called me hope no problem he said nothing much that he will like to see me.


I said see me why not talk on the phone he said no that he wants to see me face to face to talk I ask if he’s wife knows about us seeing he said no that it’s about her that he wants to find out something from me I told him I cannot see him that he should say it on phone.


He said okay that he will go straight to the point that he really likes me and want a relationship with me that will lead to marriage, I laughed and told him oga but u know I’m married why saying such he said he’s wife told him my husband is not taking care of me very well and that my husband is cheating on me which is true.

But how can my friend be discussing that with her husband. I told him I cannot do it that he should look somewhere else he said he will take care of me very well that he will full my shop with goods that he just want me.


There’s a day I called my friend to borrow me 10k that I will pay her back this man went through her phone saw the text on WhatsApp collected my account number from there he told me he saw my account number that he’s going to send me money so that I can know he’s serious.

I told him not to because I’m not interested that if he calls again that I will report him to the wife he told me no problem and cut the call not up to 5mins I saw alert on my phone 200k please house what can I do should I tell the wife or not please house advice me on what to do.



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They are saving the best for the LAST

lasisi:
What actually is wrong with Zenith, UBA, DS and NAHCO wey to release result after board meeting dey hard them?

This video was made years ago about Azeez Adeshina Fashola, known professionally as Naira Marley and this lady was blasted by netizens and the so called “Marlians“ Gang as it was not in favour of their president.

Funny how after a lot of time have gone, reality has been established that who you choose to become your mentor/role models, emulate and follow requires thorough consideration.


The mistake a lot of people make especially young people is copy and allow some celebrity and their lifestyles and also their mode of thinking influence our own thinking, behaviour, choices and life pattern.

Because if someone has chosen to lead their life in a certain way does not indicate that you who is constantly watching them should allow their choices dictate or run your life.

After a lot of time has passed, there has been no new inspiring news on the Internet about Naira Marley the controversial singer and songwriter, as his influence and fan base are all controversial.

It is important to carefully select who and what you want to emulate, with the consciousness and awareness of how you want your life to turn out in the nearest future.


whatever decisions or choices you make play it forward to 5 – 10 years if you like the outcome then proceed with it otherwise discard it.

Finally, It is important to Adjust our minds to Unlearn and Relearn certain anomalies we have become accustomed to despite our age.

Remember we are the Architects of our lives and are solely responsible for all of our choices and the outcomes of it.

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Editor’s note:

Dear readers, please note that the story’s narrator is not that proficient in English Language, as English is only a second language to her. So the story was knocked into shape by one of the Lively Stones editor; ‘Chyko’, but in such a way that no harm whatsoever was done to the originality of the story.

Hello Lively Stones,

I honestly didn’t know where to tell this my bitter story, and seek for advice from the readers, until a friend of mine introduced me to this amazing romance blog. And also shared me the link to one of the stories that have already been told on the blog titled:
“My parents begged me to give them a son.”

And truth be told, when l finished reading that particular story, l felt like Amanda ( the girl in the story) just told part of my story in her own bitter story. Cus we have a lot in common; we both grew up outside Nigeria, both of our fathers died before our problems started, and come to think of it, both of our problems was as a result of the outdated, barbaric and evil customs of our people.

But in Amanda’s case, her parents begged her to give them a son due to that barbaric ‘male child syndrome’ of the Igbos, while in my own case, my mom f*cked my boyfriend. And used the same barbaric custom as an excuse. And the most annoying thing was that they all labelled me a wayward girl. I was the kind of girl who was always getting into trouble. I never seemed to know how to do anything right. I started smoking when l was only fourteen.


And my parents had to be severally invited to the school in Germany because of my wayward behavior. But eventually, when l decided to turn a new leaf, study hard, marry and settle down with the man of my dreams, mom had to come from behind and get pregnant for my boyfriend And she even had the temerity to tell me that she did it to secure my father’s inheritance! What nonsense!

Infact, l never wanted to come back to Nigeria! I never wanted to have anything to do with Africa! I was okay in Germany where l was born. But when my dad died, l was told that we were only going home for his burial. And that afterwards we would all come come back to Germany. Then, we arrived in Nigeria and after my dad was buried; Mom came up with this thing about fighting to secure my father’s name and inheritance for us girls!


My name is lmelda. My father is from Okposi in Ebonyi state. I was born and raised in Born, Germany. My father was a medical doctor before he died. My mom is still a nurse. Dad was diabetic and he always managed it carefully. But in the first week of January of 2021, he collapsed in his operating theatre and never got up. His colleagues told us that his blood insulin was low. He went into Coma and four days later, they told us that he was brain dead and he was vegetable. Even though he was not completely dead, he was never to live again.


My mom signed some documents and the machines were turned off; he was given euthanasia (mercy killing). I was barely 20 when l arrived Nigeria for the first time l was born in Easter of 2021, for my dad’s burial. Apart from the heat, the dirt, the lack of electricity and most shocking of all; the Okadas meandering through traffic at breakneck speed without helmets like they all had a death wish, the thing l found most intolerable was people coming to live in the house with us uninvited, all in the name of being relatives!

Truth be told, they can be really helpful in getting things done. And they are all so polite. But then, who needs all that?

The whole village was in our house crying their hearts out the day my father was buried. But my mom complained bitterly that my father’s brothers stole all the money he sent them to build a house for him in the village and only put together a makeshift structure for him to cover their shame.


The only other properties that my parents bought in Nigeria, while they were abroad were a house in Lekki and a filling station in Ikeja. It was even my mother that persuaded my father to use a lawyer to buy both properties in her maiden name. And to employ a team of accountants to manage both properties on their behalf. Rather than use relatives to buy and manage the properties like my father had wanted to do.

My mom is from Owerri in lmo state and l was to realize that women from her place are known for their Smartness, hard-nosed business sense and strong fighting spirit.
Few months after my dad’s burial, his relatives came to tell us to vacate from our house in Lekki, and hand over the filling station to them. Their reason was that my mother had no male child for their brother, and thus, l and my two sisters being female, had no rights to any inheritance!


My mother went to court, and after just a very short court sitting, we won the case and retained both the Lekki mansion and the filling station. But my father’s relatives were not giving up the fight so easily. They summoned my mother to a village meeting, and insisted that the case be tried traditionally, but my mother refused to go. Then the eldest of my father’s sibling named Obiora, swore that unless my mom’s feet did not touch Okposi land again, he must surely kill her with diabolical means!

A short while later, a man came to our house from the US. And my mom introduced him to us as yet another of my Father’s brothers! She called him Ferdinand and from the moment we picked him up from the airport, they seemed unable to get their hands off each other.
Later that night, l wanted to get my powder puff from my mom who was always using my cosmetics. But when l got to their room, l found out that the door was locked; my mother never did that before.

I was about to turn around and leave the room when l heard some strange noises from within. Seized with curiosity, l went back to peeps through the keyhole. But l couldn’t see anything. So l went outside the compound and walked round to the window and peeped into my mother’s room.

They were both stark naked and this man Ferdinand had my mother bent over the arm of a couch in her room. She had her rump undulated backwards for him and he was going at her from behind like a dog at a bitch! The strange sounds l was hearing was my mother moaning deliriously in the throes of intense s3x and the Ferdinand’s groin slapping viciously against her rather fleshly haunches.

I watched as he went at her endlessly until she was almost croaking before he finally lunged at her with all his might and quaked as his ejaculation wracked his frame. He then collapsed on the bed. My mum went to fetch a towel from the cloth rack, and came near the window. I didn’t flinch a bit as our eyes met and locked for a full second. She didn’t even break the conversation she was having with him as she blinked hard at me and turned her back at me, covering herself with the towel.

Even when l slammed the window and walked away, l heard her telling her lover to relax, that it was the wind!

To be continued……..

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Hi Lively Stones,

Please I need your advice, I see this platform as people with fair minded perspective and I need to make up my mind with some guidance. So my name is Loveth (not real name). I am a 40 year old virgin, I am going to be 41 in November this year. This is my story: I did not plan to be a single 40 year old virgin by this time of my life. But I was focused on my career and finding the right man and that is how I got to this stage of my life.

For six years, I was in a dedicated relationship with someone who started with me while in Nigeria but along the way, he relocated to China and we kept a long distance relationship for six years. He ended up marrying and having children with an Ibo girl he met in China. It took me almost 4 years to move on. That was when I met Bernard. We met in church but he married at the time. He liked me alot but we could only be friends cos he was married.

Later on, I found out that Bernard and is wife were having issues because he was sleeping with alot of girls in church. I now realized that he tried to do the same with me but for my strong belief that s3x must be inside marriage. His wife later divorced him and left with their daughter. Since then, I have been meeting different men, married and single but none wanted to settle down. They all felt since I was a virgin, I was going to be desperate…I became desperate at some point but I was not that desperate.


Then I met David. David seemed like the one…but for the one year we were dating, I realized I was the one funding the relationship. He never had money and he said God called him to leave his job and focus on starting his ministry. He told everyone I was his fiancée but he never proposed to me. Yet, he kept borrowing money from to go and do ministry in different towns. I also felt I was doing God’s work by sponsoring him but by the second year, his debts to me had become over 1.3M and I was not seeing any form of commitment on his part.


When I told him I cant continue, he said its because of money, he has not gone ahead for the marriage plans. I was desperate so I decided to sponsor the wedding plans. I gave him money to do introduction, everything about the traditional wedding, I was ready to pay. I booked cake, made our clothes, we had court wedding appointment, everything, just so we can get married.

The introduction went smoothly, but a few weeks to the traditional wedding, David told me he had fasted and prayed and God told him that I am not his wife. After almost two years of spending on your ministry and our wedding, its now you know I am not your wife. I almost gave up. I begged and begged and begged David. I knew I was humiliating myself but I was getting to 39 years, no husband, I was ready to do anything. But David abandoned me.

I was miserable and depressed. I shut out everyone from my life. My 40th birthday, I attempted s**cide but God said no. That is how Bernard came back into my life. He understood what I had been through cos he too was in a dark place when his wife caught him cheating. He said he almost took his life too. That he has rededicated his life to God and he has started living right. Bernard would check on me day and night just to make sure I was ok.

Then last month, Bernard told me that he has been fasting and praying for me ….and God told him to marry me….that I am the wife that will restore him completely and in so doing, he too will restore me. You see….after what David did to me, I am tired of all these prophecies. But Bernard asked me to pray and let God show me if truly he is my husband. I have tried to pray and I can see myself being married to Bernard but two things are disturbing my mind


One: Bernard cheated on his ex wife….I used to believe that once a cheater, always a cheater. Do you think anyone who cheated can ever stop cheating? Bernard said he has changed and has not slept with any woman for three years now. Do you really think he is a reformed man? Secondly, Bernard says I have to stop wearing trousers and wearing make up cos he is a complete different man, a born again….and that he wants both of us to start afresh fully committed to God, without any worldly dressing, must not appear materialistic and must be pure and holy in her dressing.

With Bernard, I feel a certain peace and sense of safety but I don’t know if the two issues I mentioned will be a problem in our future. Can I truly change my lifestyle….no make up and trousers….no wearing of wigs or weavon…I do not believe trouser and make up is worldly but that is Bernard’s condition. As for Bernard, will he truly remain faithful as he has declared that he is reformed and truly born again? I need your advice on this matter. I am 41….I have made some bad decisions, I don’t think I can survive another bad decision….


I am tired of being a virgin…tired of being in the wrong relationship. My family and friends are tired too…no one talks to me…I am even staying away from them cos I am tired of their prying questions….as if something is wrong with me for being single and a virgin at this age…some believe I am too picky….some think I may die single and a virgin. Some of my friends have even advised me to go sleep with someone and have my child if no man wants to marry me.

So is this God’s way of giving me and Bernard a second chance or what does this mean?

Anonymous

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True Life Story: A Cry For Help! Any Man That Falls In Love With Me Looses His Life

Hello Lively Stones,

What is really wrong with me? That is the question l ask all the time. Sometimes, l will just sit and ponder, hoping to decipher the answer. But no solution, no rest to my mind. I have prayed, l have fasted; yet l haven't found any solution to this great plague destroying my life. Maybe l haven't yet prayed enough, and l guess, it has to do with the fact that I've grown tired of even praying.

My patience has waned. A lot of people tell me that l should go for deliverance. But which Church have l not been to? Which prophet have l not met? Yet the problem remains unsolved. My name is Amara Okonkwo. I am twenty-nine years old. I have everything a man desires in a woman. I am tall, pretty, and also well educated with a good job.

I come from a modest family of five. And l grew up under strict parents. My mum is a retired teacher, while my dad is a local politician and a businessman. They did their very best to give us all we needed, while growing up. And the five of us are all well educated.

I had made up my mind about what l wanted to do with my life, by the time l was eleven and was set to start secondary school. I had told myself that l was going to be a banker. And that meant that l had to fall in Love with Banking and Finance as a course, even when l didn't yet know what it entailed.

Of course, with my mind made up, l positioned myself to actualize the dream. All through my days in secondary school, nothing made meaning to me apart from how l would get into the University to study Banking and Finance. All day, l would bury my head and thoughts in my books, while others would be chatting or doing sports.

I studied hard and came tops of my class in WAEC. But my JAMB results wasn't good enough. I had hoped l would make it at my first attempt, so l really felt bad about it.

"Amara my daughter," my mum would say. "That you didn't pass JAMB this year, dosen't mean you won't pass it next year, so don't kill yourself over it Okay?"

"Mum l know, but l had studied so hard, so l can't understand why this happened to me," l would lament.

"I have told you that this is not what you should cry about. All you need to do now is to study even harder. I bet you will see some different results," she had replied.

So l went into the second attempt at Passing UME with so much zeal. I studied even harder than before. And as fate would have it, l scaled through this time. And was admitted into the University of Nigeria, Enugu Campus, to study Banking and Finance. That was in the year 2012 when l was 18.

University of Nigeria, Enugu Campus University of Nigeria, Enugu Campus

I was over myself with happiness. And my parents and siblings shared in my happiness as well. My dad instructed Mum to give me a special treat, by taking me shopping.

My Dad is the best father anyone could wish for. He made sure he got me everything that l needed to be comfortable in school.

My first day on Campus opened my eyes to a whole lot about myself. I never knew l would so easily fall in Love at first sight. But that was what happened to me the moment l met Ikenna.

I met Ikenna while l was sorting out my accommodation issues at the registration center. I don't know what he came for, but he just looked at me, smiled, and asked if l was a new student.

"Yes, l am in the department of Banking and Finance," l announced proudly.

"Really? I am in the department of Law, 300 levels," he said curtly.

It took my imagination to understand that 300 levels meant third year.

He told me his name, and later assisted me in filling the forms. Then he assisted me in moving into my new Hostel, and promised to return, before he left.

He did return. And that was how we became friends. I knew something was in the offing, when he started coming around frequently. And I was enjoying his attention. Ikenna was so good-looking and funny. He never even asked to become my boyfriend. Everything just fell into place. I just saw myself acting the role of his girlfriend, and he, my boyfriend.

Everything actually got re-defined the day we made Love in his room, off campus. I didn't have any doubts whatsoever about giving Ikenna my virginity. I just did so because l loved him so much.

Soon, the romance blossomed into something everyone was envying. Every couple in the Campus wanted to be like us. We were so inseparable. I was so close to Ikenna that anytime the school was closed for Vacations. I would still be visiting him at intervals. His parents were living in Port Harcourt, while mine were staying at Aba, where l grew up. Infact, l grew so fond of lkenna, that l couldn't see myself spending a week without seeing him. He felt the same way about me. He was always swearing to me that l was the best thing that ever happened to him.

I remember that we used to tease ourselves about how we would die, when we've grown old together.

"I will die before you Amara," he would say.

"No o, l will die before you oo, who will l live with, when you're gone?," I would reply him.

"No, l will die first," he would insist.

We were dreaming about having kids, growing old together, seeing our grand-children, then retiring to our house before death would come calling.

But just like a thunderbolt, death struck.

And Ikenna died in his final year!

To be continued..........


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Koralords:
Don’t start what you can’t finish ,most of this nairaland stories una go start get someone hooked and una no go finish am

Hello Lively Stones,

Let me start this story from the very beginning, or at least close enough to the beginning for you to understand what I'm talking about, so that you can rejoice with my sister/fiancée and I. Back in the year 2008, my father was promoted from his small-time desk job in his company's Department of supply and moved to the Department of Admin.

Normally, a promotion is a cause for celebration, but my father's promotion brought only sorrows to us. On the night that he was promoted, we all cried, and my father who hardly ever drank alcohol, drowned his sorrow in alcohol until he was so drunk that he could not stand.

The reason for our tears was this: Department of supply was in charge of doling out supply contracts and everyone in the department was sure of receiving fat bribes and kickbacks from prospective suppliers. My father with his small- time clerk job, bought a small Honda car from the bribes he'd received and he was building a house in the village. But now that he'd been 'promoted' and transferred to the Admin, he had no way of making any side money, he was ruined.

Infact, we were all ruined, the poverty that sneaked into our home affected us all. When my father's car began to develop engine trouble and he didn't have the money to repair it, he had to park it. When finally it began to decompose and rust where it was parked, he was forced to sell it at a ridiculously low price.

My mother's shop which was always full of high-quality goods brought in from Lagos, began to look empty. And my sister Chinwe, and l were forced to drop out of our highbrow private school and enrol in a government owned school, where there were broken chairs and no desks. Soon we all had to move from our three-bedroom flat to two small face-me-l-face-you rooms. Life was hell.

Living in one room was a new experience for me. Before then, when we were still living in a three-bedroom flat, l had my own room, Chinwe had hers, while my parents shared the remaining one. But now, l had to share one room with Chinwe, while my parents shared the other one.

Now l had to watch Chinwe dress up everyday. At first it was nothing to me, untill l was introduced to pornography.

I had visited my best friend and classmate John one Saturday afternoon at home, his parents had gone out, and his elder brother was at work. So we were alone when he brought out a video disc tape, slotted it into the VCD player, and told me to just watch; "you are going to like the video," while smiling wryly.

Lo and behold, the video started showing images of nude white men and women having sex. I surely did enjoyed the video like John had promised me.

Honestly, I didn't know what happened to me that day, but l got addicted to porn from that very day onwards. Every Saturday afternoon that power was on, saw me running over to John's house to watch different porn videos with him. I didn't know how he managed to do it, but John was always slipping out a new porn disc tape from his elder brother's room every Saturday morning, before his senior brother left for work.

I was just seventeen then, while my sister, Chinwe was fifteen.

Perhaps it was because of my new-found porn addiction that l began to watch Chinwe more closely and imagine things, whenever she was dressing up. Of course, l'd seen her naked so many times in the past, but now, l began to look at her with new eyes. I recognized that this girl was just not my sister, she was a woman. She had all the things that the women l saw in the porn videos having sex had: breasts; though hers were still small and a triangle in-between her legs.

And she was beautiful. Chinwe looked very much like our mother, and nothing like our father, who was an ugly man. I, on the other hand looked very much like our father and nothing like our mother. My father and l were dark, very dark indeed, while Chinwe was light and creamy as milk, just like my mother. She was a delight to look at.

Soon, l fell in love with my sister Chinwe, and when l say love, l'm not talking about the love that brothers have for their sisters, I'm talking of a more mature love, the love that men have for their lovers. Love more powerful than an electric current.

A love so powerful that it scared me. The passion that l felt for Chinwe was so powerful that l always felt a lump in my throat whenever l laid eyes on her. I remember one day that my mother was beating her because of something she'd done. Anger swelled in my heart as l watched my mother beat my beloved Chinwe. I felt like throwing caution to the wind and rushing at my mother. It took all my willpower to restrain myself, but afterwards when Chinwe ran to our room to cry. I went to comfort her.

My father later came in and saw Chinwe weeping on my shoulders with my arms around her, trying to comfort her.

Later l overheard him talking to my mother,

"Ugo and Chinwe are so close, it's wonderful to see them together."

"Mm-hmm, Ugo is a good boy, very caring and protective of his sister, Chinwe," my mother agreed.

I sighed, no one knew the dilemma l was going through in my mind, about my love for Chinwe.

I knew that l had to do something fast about the passion l felt for Chinwe.

And about two years later, it almost came out into the open.

One day she had bought one of those tight blouses that girls use to wear, and she was in our room struggling to get into it. I sat in one corner of the room laughing at her.

Finally, she shouted at me in exasperation.

"Ugo, stop laughing at me, and come and help me, won't you?"

I got up from the mattress and sauntered over to her.

"Na you girls dey put yourselves into trouble with all these tight tight blouses you people wear"

"Oh, just shut up and help."

And so l grabbed one edge of the blouse and pulled it down. My hands slid to the front and casually brushed against her breasts. I'm sure that Chinwe didn't notice that slight touch, but there was an instant reaction from my manhood.

Casually, very nonchalantly, l moved my hands, brushing it against her breasts again. An electric current seemed to shoot through me. Slowly, l moved my hands upwards, until they were cupping her breasts. I then squeezed ever so softly.

"Come, Ugo, what do you think you are doing? Is that how to help me? I knew you would be of no use to me. Leave me alone, jare."

From her tone, l could tell that she hadn't suspected my motives. So l quickly returned to the mattress, and thanked God under my breath.

But still, l knew how close l had come to revealing my secret passion for Chinwe, and disgracing myself. How do l continue like this? How was l to distance myself from Chinwe, before l disgraced myself before her?

The answer came soon enough; School.

I took both WAEC and JAMB, and passed both of them with flying colors. And was offered admission to study  Accounting at Unilag, l deliberately chose Unilag to be as far away as possible from Chinwe. But my father had no money to send me to the University.

Fortunately for me, my father's younger brother, who was my 'baptismal father', heard about my wonderful results. And took it upon himself to see me through the University. He was the principal of an high-brow Secondary School in Ikeja, and his wife was doing very well in her business too. But they had no kids yet, so my uncle took me as his own son, and promised to see me through the University. We were all over joyed.

I finally left Asaba where l grew up to Lagos. Unilag is one of the most bubbling universities in the country, and l really had fun there. I spent my holidays at my Uncle's house in Ikeja. I didn't want to go home, back to Chinwe.

But finally, during my third year, l did go home. I couldn't stay away forever.

And by the time l got home, things had changed. Infact, things had fallen apart at home, l don't know what happened to my parent's Love, but they began to fight every night. My father would always return home drunk and begin to beat my mother. And a bitter fight would ensue between them.

Chinwe, now more beautiful than ever would hide in our room, covering her ears, trying not to pay them any attention. Her face would be red with shame.

The house was like a war zone, l just couldn't stay there in the midst of all the fightings and unhappiness. And things were made worse for me when l discovered that l was still in love with Chinwe.

Once l came across her crying because our parents were fighting as usual. And impulsively, l kissed her on the lips to console her. The kiss was enough to arouse me, but not deep enough to arouse any suspicions in her innocent soul.

After the kiss, l tried my best not to cry, So l was still in Love with her, after all these years? What was l going to do?

The next day l packed my bag and returned to Lagos, and vowed never to come back home for the next three years.

But just five months later, l received a very rare call from my father; informing me that he wanted me to come home at once!

Was someone sick? Was something wrong?

So I rushed home.

To be continued.................


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What caught my attention the moment l stepped into our sitting room that evening was the plate on the dinning table. The plate of rice l served Chuks, my husband, in the morning before leaving for work, was still there. It looked very untouched. I could see the spoon, the fork, the knife, all looking clean. I walked across to the table and opened the dish. It was still intact, the lap of chicken was still on top of the rice just like l had served it.

I shrugged, wondering what was the matter with him. I just couldn’t figure out what the problem was, this was so unlike him.

All l could tell was that Chuks walked into our apartment the previous night, with this forlorn look that was frightening. l tried to ask him what was wrong, but he just completely ignored me. I thought he was just tired, and needed some rest, so l let him be.

He didn’t even join me at the dinning-table for dinner as usual. Infact, he never came out again, after he had showered and went into his bedroom.

Now, this matter of leaving his dish untouched. Chuks was a great eater that always devoured his food with so much gusto. So l was greatly concerned by this his new habit.

Few hours later, he came into the flat with that sad expression again. I inched closer to take his briefcase from him. But he just held onto it tightly as if l was a stranger.

That surprised me the more.

“Chuks, please what have l done this time?

He stopped, stared at me coldly and began to walk into the bedroom. Not satisfied, l went after him, hoping to settle whatever the matter was, there and then.

“Chuks, l was asking you what the matter was,” I said, inching closer to help him remove his tie.

“What did l do?”

“Chinyere,” he replied, stepping back so l wouldn’t reach him. “Search yourself properly. You know what you have been up to. You know the evil-schemes you’ve been hatching against me. So don’t stand there pretending as if you are a saint Okay!”

The look on my face sure portrayed confusion.

“I can’t understand a bit of what you’re driving at, honestly,” l said,

But he just ignored me and went into his room. I tried following him into his room, but he immediately banged the door shut behind him so furiously, as if the door had an hand in the offence, he was hinting at.

For the next two weeks or so, Chuks subjected me to a very bitter “silent treatment.”

He would leave for work very early in the morning, without saying a word to me. Then come back very late at nights, sometimes as late as 9:00 pm. He would just enter the flat, go straight into his bedroom, take off his clothes, shower, then go straight back into his bedroom, lock the bedroom door from the inside; and that was it for the day, without even taking any notice of me. All my attempts to engage him in a conversation were futile.

Sometimes l would knock severally on his bedroom door at night, wishing that he would just let me in, so we would spend the night together, like we ought to do as couples, but all to no avail.

lt was just pure emotional torture for me and l was dieing inside.

At last, l just couldn’t take it anymore, so that night, l decided to take the bull by the horns and settle whatever the problem was with him. So l sat on the Couch in the sitting-room, watching TV, while waiting for him to come back from work.

It was the sound of Chuk’s bedroom door opening the next morning that awakened me. I quickly checked the time on my phone, lying on the table next to the Couch, and discovered that it was 5:32am.

It was then that lt dawned on me that l had dozed off on the Couch, the previous night, while waiting for Chuks to come back.

And he didn’t even bother to wake me up, and guide me to my bedroom, when he entered and saw me sleeping on the Couch!

The Chuks of old would have even carried me in his arms like a baby, innocently dropped me off on my bed, cover me up, and made sure that l was lying properly, before leaving, if he ever came in and saw me sleeping on the Couch. But this was an entirely different Chuks. This Chuks scared me. This was not the man that blew my heart away. This was not the Love of my Life; the man that l sacrificed so much to marry!

I was still deep in thoughts, when Chuks emerged from his bedroom already prepared for work. He was making his way to the door, when l rushed and knelt down before him, blocking his way, while holding on tight to his legs.

“Please darling, what is it?, why are you hurting me so much? why don’t you want to tell me what the problem is,” l said amidst tears.

“My problem has been solved because l’m smart enough to recognise it on time,” he reluctantly said.

“My problem is just you. I wish you could give me a break. Maybe a separation or whatever,” He added.

“Give you a break or separation!, what do you mean by that?, what have l done to deserve all this Chuks?”, I asked perplexed.

“l don’t need you anymore Chinyere, that’s what l mean, because you go from one spiritualist to another, trying to kill me! so you can go and marry Kenneth, like your people have been urging you to do ever since, you think l won’t find out abi?” he asked mockingly.

I was so stung by his words, that l just knelt there, gaping at him marvelled. So he continued;

“As you can see, l’m hurrying off to work, so l don’t think this is the best time for this okay!”

“Please Chuks, hear me out,” l kept pleading, still holding onto his leg,

“l want to tell you what actually happened. How can I plan to kill you? I mean, l love you so much that l would be dead without you.”

“No, you hate me so much that you would be glad to see me dead, Chinyere,” Chuks replied,

“So stop deceiving yourself, if you are in your right senses, l think the best thing to do is to leave my house. You know why? Because l don’t want it to degenerate to a situation where l have to throw you out myself.”

“Chuks, l didn’t do what you are accusing me of, yes l went to see a spiritualist, but… it’s not what you’re thinking, l actually went to…”

Chuks rudely cut me short,

“Ehee…now you are talking, confession time!, blessing time!,” He mockingly said, while clapping his hands like a church singer.

Then before I could utter another word of plea, he had rudely kicked away from me, and stormed out of the house, almost stomping on me.

That morning, l cried. I cried more than l had cried before. Because all of a sudden, l was watching my blissful marriage crumbling. The fact that the marriage was barely two years old didn’t help matters at all. What would people think? What would my parents say?

I knew all l had gone through when l told them that l wanted to marry Chuks. There had been bitter arguments. The problem was just ethnicity. He was from Anambra State. And my parents being conservative, had argued that as the first daughter from an Abiriba (a town in Abia State) family, that it was discouraging to marry outside my town.

My parents, especially my mum had tried everything possible to dissuade me from marrying Chuks. They even suggested that l marry my Dad’s best friend’s son named Kenneth; who was one of the richest young men in our town. But l stood my grounds as solid as the Rock of Gibraltar.

It was finally when my parents realized that l was hell bent on marrying Chuks, that they reluctantly consented to it. But with a condition. The condition was that, if anything happened to the marriage, that l shouldn’t come running back to them. That l should just stay anywhere l liked.

The thought of all l had gone through to get married to Chuks, and all l was witnessing in the face of Chuk’s present threats made it more bitter, more sickening.

Quietly, l came up with a solution. I was going to seek advice from my aunt. I would tell her everything.

To be continued……

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Exactly!

Peskid147:
With your write-up I think you guys are not compatible sexually cus you as a man will never be able to satisfy her sexually. So for peace to reign between you both just let the relationship go.

Hello Lively Stones,

I have been in a long distance relationship for about a year now, everything has been cool in the relationship, we have never really disagreed about anything serious until now…we are arguing about s3x….and you know…s3x in marriage is a very important subject. Let me start from the beginning. The lady, who is now my fiancé that captured my heart a beautiful nurse I met in a bus on my way to Abuja last year. You know with all that insecurity last year, travelling by bus anywhere was really very scary to me. But I had to be in Abuja and my flight was cancelled last minute, I had no choice but to take a bus so as not to miss my appointment.

So, I met Faith (the nurse), she sat beside me in the bus. She smelt so nice….her skin was so warm too. I planned to sleep throughout the journey but I was captivated by Faith. We gisted through out the journey. After eleven hours, we got to Abuja….I needed to see her again…we exchanged nos….I called her immediately after my business meeting in Abuja. We met up and I told her I was very attracted to her…she said she too was attracted to me.


This was my first long distance relationship. Faith’s family is in Asaba but she got a job in a big hospital in Abuja as a nurse. So, Faith and I would start a relationship and I was truly in love for the first time. I travelled every month end to Abuja to see her. I wanted her so bad but this girl was keeping me on a long thing. She did not allow s3x, she said it was too soon….that she has to know if I am serious before that.

I agreed…so apart from kissing, she would not allow anything further. Six months later, I surprised Faith with a mini proposal and she agreed to marry me. Our families have spoken to each other on phone but we planned to meet each other’s family later. I was happy when last month, she told me she was coming to Asaba, and that she would spend sometime with me before going to see her folks. She came in on Friday evening via flight. We were all over each other when she came…she didn’t stop me at kissing…she was ready for the real deal. And boy…my god…it was worth the wait o. I cannot lie…it was all night long.

In-between, I even had to take a rest cos I was exhausted from our love making that night but I was like, I was going to impress this babe since she was not tired. Finally, we slept around 4.30am or so…around 6am, my phone rang, a customer needed me to supply something that morning and I got dressed and ready to leave. I told Faith I was going to be back before 12 noon….asked her to relax herself and be ready for me when I return. We laughed.

As I drove away, I remembered I didn’t go with my laptop so I parked my car close to the house, and walked back home very briskly. I didn’t want to wake faith cos I though she was sleeping. I practically tip toed into my room to pick up my laptop and caught Faith masturbating. I was stunned. My mouth dropped…not because she was masturbating but because after all we did last night.,..she was still Hot or what?

I tapped her and asked her why she was doing it…she was first of all embarrassed….but I calmed her down and told her she should not be shy that I was not judging her but I was feeling like I didnt do my job well. She smiled and said she came several times last night but she did not have a real orgasm. So, she was trying to give herself an orgasm.


I was like….she should have told me …cos that was my job…my job was to make sure she is pleasured and pleased to maximum. So, I took off my clothes….asked her to relax and started to carry out pre-intimacy with her…she was excited but at the same time…the more I worked…the longer she took to reach the big O. I practically was at it from past six to almost eight in the morning before she reached her destination.

My client had called and called and gotten upset….and here I was …trying to prove I was man enough. That day…I was tired. I went to see my customer but I was already sleepy by the time I got back. And Faith was ready for s3x….I had to confess to her that I needed rest. She was like…she is going to her folks house that evening and she needed freaky time before she leaves…I told her my engine was out….I needed to rest and she got upset and packed her things that she was going.

I begged her to relax….that we will see again before she goes back to Abuja…she was practically frowning by the time I was going to drop her in her family house that night. I met her family…nice people…they made pounded yam and bitter leaf soup for me…I ate…I was now very heavy…anyway sha…I left around 10pm to my place. I slept till 9am the next day. I was still in bed when my phone started to ring. It was Faith.

Faith said she was coming to my place….I was not expecting her till Monday….I said ok…my babe came and practically attacked me from the door…I don’t want to go into too much details but at this junction….I have realized that this babe has a very high libido and I am beginning to rethink this relationship. I had planned to propose and get married to her by August this year but right now….I am scared I may not match her s3xually….Faith is nice and a fantastic girl from a good home…but she is quite a bull when it comes to s3x.

On Monday, I took her to meet my people…they fell in love with Faith…my mother is already planning our wedding so we can give her grandchildren fast. We spent the whole day with my folks in Onichaugbo. By the time we got back to Asaba, I was tired cos I drove but Faith wanted sexy time. I was like…this babe no dey tire. I tried to make her happy sha…On Tuesday, was the same thing…Faith wouldnt let me rest.

By the time she left that Wednesday that week….I was drained. She had kept coming from her place everyday…and wanted to f*ck…if I tried to make excuse that I needed to rest, she teased me and said I did not prepare for her…I could barely do any work that week. At that junction….I told her she was a freak….she laughed and said…she knows. I have dated different girls before now…..none of them match Faith’s sexual prowess. For the whole nine months we dated without s3x….only few days felt like we have been on a marathon.

Faith is also making me question some things about her…how is she like this? Why does it take her long to get satisfied…does she even get satisfied? and now that she is Abuja alone most times…what does she do when I am not there…does she not feel the urge? How does she keep herself? Is she cheating? Is there someone in Abuja keeping her bed warm? All these time she said no s3x…I never knew she was charging her battery…lol….I know I was not expecting a virgin but I was not expecting such a freak either.

When I tried to discuss this matter with her a week later…she turned it around to say nothing is wrong with her…that I am the one who does not know how to satisfy a woman. That most men will be glad to find a woman like her. Faith said she loves to have s3x everyday and that is what will happen when we get married….I asked her if she wants to kill me….she said I should not worry….that I will get used to it. I am perplexed….

Now, Faith has given me me permission to share this story on the blog for others to wade in…she has said she will share her side tomorrow…to see who is right in this matter. Who is right….is it ok for a woman to want s3x everyday? And is it the man’s duty to satisfy his woman even if she is insatiable or is something wrong with a woman who wants to have s3x everyday? Faith is even quoting bible for me, that a husband or a wife must satisfy each other in bed.

Please mature minds….We do not want anyone to abuse us…we are in lobe with each other and we are very mature…we are both reading your comments/advice today and tomorrow. Is this an obstacle or is this something we need to find a way around? does this mean we are compatible or not? what is the average time to have s3x in a week?

Anonymous,

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Am very sure you're not married!

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Na lie! Fake made-up fable!

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Hello LivelyStones,

This life is full of mixed emotions. Every living soul is bound to encounter one plight or the other. It’s true that to overcome any predicament in life, a precise remedy should always be sought for. But sometimes, opinions could be abstract.


Born 35 years ago, every event l’ve witnessed has made me accept that life after all, is a theater, a place where nature plays itself.

A responsible woman is the dream of every man. A woman, who will never allow any predicament to compel her forget her mission, is the toast of every man. All these had eluded me until l finally met Aisha.


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Aisha is complete woman, She’s reliable, beautiful, prudent and educated. I had met Aisha during our NYSC programme in Sokoto State. Two years later, we were joined together through a traditional wedding. Initially, our tribal differences constituted a lot of troubles to our relationship, but God had the final decision and we got married. Aisha hails from Kano State, she’s Fulani, while l’m from Oyo State.

We have been married for five years now, without a child. Sometimes, when Aisha feels bad, for her inability to conceive, l always stay around to pacify her. I always stick with her to show my genuine Love. Although, we have consulted many medical practitioners about our problem, nothing has happened. We have been confirmed healthy to bear kids. Yet Aisha worries herself all the time. That is normal for women anyway.


“Ade, don’t you think that my problem to conceive could be as a consequence of our tribal differences?” she had queried me one evening when we were about to sleep. She had returned from her bank that afternoon, behaving strange. She could not even discuss her activities in the office with me, quite unlike her. As an accountant, working in a private company, l always find time to discuss with Aisha, no matter how tedious the day might have been.

“So our problem has suddenly become yours. Na wah o” l expressed bitterly.

“Oh! I am sorry, l mean, our problem,” she apologized, “or don’t you think there’s more to this problem than what medical doctors could rectify?”


“I don’t think so, and l hope you aren’t accusing my lineage for the situation.”

“I am not insinuating that, but l think we should go a little bit traditional and…”

She paused mid-speech when she saw that l was looking perplexed.

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“Aisha, l understand how you feel, l also know what you will be thinking. But, there’s one thing l want you to have in mind always. In every marriage there’s always one obstacle or the other to battle. This is ours and we need to fight it. And with Love and patience we will overcome the problem. But never you discuss this issue to such a stage again!” I warned and angrily turned away from her.

After that evening, she never bothered me again until recently. She has been breathing down my neck for months now. She wants us to take the herbal step.

The way she has been troubling me for days now could force me to do away with my ego as a man. It might compel me to reveal the mystery behind our childlessness. My instinct has been making me feel guilty. I feel l should tell her everything.

I’ve been afraid of telling her the main source of our problem. This is because l love her so much. I just can’t stand letting her go. If l tell her, she might decide to call for a divorce and leave me to my problem.

My problem started when l was in HND 1 at the polytechnic, Ibadan…

To be continued…


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Hi Lively Stones,

I have been married to my husband for five years, I just discovered I my husband’s secret lifestyle which is giving me serious high blood pressure. When we got married, everything was fine…but one thing that was the problem was: my husband is short tempered. If we have any arguments, he goes from zero to hundred very fast. And then, he would take a walk outside to go and smoke a cigarette to cool off.

As a wife, me too, I can be aggressive because I dont like to take nonsense from anyone but I try my best not to nag my husband or argue with him cos he gets annoyed easily but he also apologizes easily too, before I go crazy myself. My husband’s anger is really only for a short time, after that, he is all good and back to his normal self again. Last year, the company where he has worked for nine years got bought over and my husband was among those that were laid off. We never expected that. But my husband got a pay out of about 2.5M which he told me he wanted to invest in.

My husband set up a bristro with the money. The renting of the place and setting up took almost all the money. I even supported him with 350k. But he said its his passion, he wanted to sell shawama, suya, grills,etc…the place was a hit…people were coming to the spot to patronize us. The only concern was the business was a night business so my husband will be out until like 12.30am or 1am everyday. Since the business was just starting, he needed to pay extra attention to it.

After 4 months, husband got more workers to join him. There was this girl called Clara. She seemed very smart so hubby made her supervisor of the business. After a while, hubby started complaining that business was not doing well. He started accusing workers of stealing from him. I felt bad so I told him to let me work there on weekends, let me try and see if I can find out who was stealing from him…hubby said no.

This continued to the point where the business was really beginning to fail. He had to let alot of his workers go cos he could not pay them. I asked him why he did not fire the supervisor since she earns more money than others, so he can save some money, he told me he cant cos she is his best hand in the business. Then I started noticing that hubby got back from his bristro even much later than 1am, sometimes, he will come back 3am….he will say he had to stay longer to see if more customers will come.

And then he will have a smell that is like weed but when I ask him, he will get upset and say he smells like bristro smoke from the grills. Just to avoid quarrel, I left him alone. A few weeks ago, husband came back around 11pm…very early, unlike him. He said he was tired and needed a break. I made him food and we ate together before going to bed. At night, I wanted hubby to make love to me. I started caressing him and he was responding.

The only problem was I noticed his penis was down. No matter what I did, he could not get an erection. I was really disappointed…..hubby has never disappointed me before when it comes to s3x. So he got up and went outside. After like 10mins…he came back inside….clearly, he had smoked something and that something smelt like the same smell I was complaining about. As he was making love to me, it hit me that the smell was actually weed. I realized hubby went to smoke week so he can make love to me.

Well, I was surprised cos my husband never needed any enhancers to make love before but I was happy he wanted to please me to the extent of taking something. But that pleasure I was feeling was stopped when hubby began to jerk to come…he became very rough…holding my neck like he wanted to strangle me…next thing he exclaimed: Clara, Clara, Clara…he finally came as he was calling the name Clara. The awkwardness that followed after was something else.

My husband realized what he did and said sorry…it was a slip of tongue. We both knew what had happened….there was no explanation to hide that. I was upset and told him to confess that he has been f*cking Clara his supervisor. He tried to make light the issue but I was ready for a fight…I told him too explain himself or I will break his head with a bottle…I ran and got a beer bottle….husband ran after me and tried to stop me, I broke the bottle on the floor….I threatened to stab him.

When he saw I was serious, he began to beg and said he will tell me the truth. And he began to talk. Apparently, Clara got my husband hooked on weed and seduced him. They have been f*cking and she has been taking most of the proceeds to the business, that was why his business was failing. He admitted that he got hooked on Clara….and he tried to break it off with her but she threatened to release their sex tape to me….so he could not do anything.

Now, I have become aware, I could not believe what was happening in my marriage. Hubby showed me the s3x tape and I could see that he had rough s3x with Clara…no wonder he tried to do the same with me. I told my husband to call her bluff….let her do her worst but he must fire her instantly. Hubby fired her eventually and she could not do anything cos I was already aware. The only thing that happened was that…few days later, the shop was attacked and all our equipment was stolen.

My husband is suspecting Clara is behind it. Cos the girl is a street girl…she may have organized boys to rob us. But we dont have any evidence plus, if we try to report to police, it will become public knowledge that my husband smokes weed and slept with his employee…He is too embarrassed for that. Husband said we should leave it alone. Now, my husband is home without a job or money. All he does is just smoke weed and say its not bad…that its medicinal herb but I see how stoned he gets, he is useless to himself and to the family.

I watch my husband everyday becoming a shadow of himself. He seems to have lost purpose in life…he does not want to do anything…I go to work and come back to see him playing video games. He is always stoned on this Indian hemp. The only thing he wants to do is f*ck me like a beast…I am getting tired and angry. I did not know I married a crack head….smoking cigarrete I can handle but weed, no…I cant.

When I try to talk to him, he gets upset and walks out of the house for hours…of course, to smoke and get high again. Family members have tried to intervene but he seems to have really lost the zeal to come back to his former self and be a responsible man….he does not want to look for a job or do anything…he said he wants to go into cryptocurrency or forest but he does not even have any money to do that and he does not even know how that business’ works….

Truly, I don’t know if he will every recover from the loss of his business and money….I don’t want to raise my children in this kind of environment. I am tired of talking to him to encourage him to do better….he now quarrels with me everyday. I fear I cant take this anymore. Please advise me.

From Anonymous

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They say that life is a bad teacher. That life gives you a test long before you sit for the lessons. That's how life operates.

Life's test can come as options, tough choices that can bend your mind, weaken your resolve and leave you wondering how you got into the mess you find yourself in.

I feel stupid, l feel foolish. I feel utterly useless. But don't pity me, because I'm the architect of my own sorrow.

Where do l even begin from?

Three years ago, l thought l'd found happiness. But that happiness only lasted exactly two years and nine months.

I still recall the day l told Sandra that it was all over, the day that l felt the scales fall off my eyes.

It was on a Friday evening, l had received a simple text from her, as l was leaving the Supermarket for home;

"Mike, l will be gone till Sunday evening. Have fun. Take care"

That was all! That annoyingly short and vague text was all the notice my wife thought fit to send me.

I returned home, and as usual, the place was as silent as a graveyard. l took the phone up to my room, sat on the bed, and read the text over and over again. Then, falling on my back, l stared up at the ceiling, l stared so hard that the lines began to blur.

What was l doing to myself? I asked myself. How can l call myself a husband, yet act like a stupid teenager, who was glad to have a woman Lord over him, just because she opens her legs for him?

Yes l was a man, but Sandra was treating me like a child. I was her husband, but she didn't treat me any better than the houseboy.

She gave all the orders. She ran the home, in short, she ran my entire life.

"Wear this shirt", "No, don't wear that one." "Eat this", "No, don't eat that." "Do this", "No don't do that."

She was just pulling me on a string like a puppet and l was dancing along with every tug.

But that evening, as l lay in bed looking up at the ceiling and thinking, l came to the realization that it was time for me to get up and leave. Yes, l had a wife, but l was better off single. I had a beautiful home, but l didn't enjoy staying in it.

And worse still, lt was glaringly obvious that Sandra was sleeping around. What if she caught an STI; AIDS or something like that, and passed it over to me?

So that very evening, l made a resolve. I had to leave that place l had called home for over two years. I just had to leave, to preserve my sanity.

So l began to pack my things. And by Sunday morning, l'd packed all the stuff l needed. Then l sat down to await Sandra's return.

I had everything planned out. When she gets in, l d' just tell her that l was tired of her crazy behavior. I was leaving and would only come back, if she turned a new leaf. There'd be no shouting, no harsh words, no unnecessary drama.

Well, it was one thing to plan and another thing to execute it. Sandra came back from wherever she had gone to, tipsy and incoherent.

I let her go up to her room. I let her UnCloth and take a shower. Then, l went up to her room to meet her.

"Sandra l'm leaving," l began.

"Leaving for where?" She asked, looking up at me and tugging at the sash of her house coat.

"Leaving you," l said, swallowing hard.

Sandra had the most perfect set of boobs l'd ever set my eyes on. And her body had a crazy effect on me. She knew this too well, and used it effectively.

"Leaving me? What nonsense! come to bed, l've been dying to be in your arms," she cooed, standing and letting the house coat fall.

Her body, the perfect hour glass figure, the swell and rise of her breasts, the curve of her hips, the 'camel-toe' she had shaved into a perfect vee, and the open invitation she offered me, made me swallow hard, but l was determined.

"I'm leaving, l'm tired of being treated like a child, like some idiot. I'm leaving and if you want me back, then, you must change your ways," I said breathing hard, yet glad to have gotten the whole thing off my chest.

"Are you threatening me? I don't like being threatened, you know," she said, picking up her robe and pulling it on.

"You have to change or else l'm gone for good." I said.

Then, she snapped.

"Gone for good! F*ck you Mike! Who the hell do you think you are, God's gift to women? I picked you from the gutters, l gave you a better paying job, give you my body, gave you a home, feeds you, agreed to marry you, and yet you aren't grateful! F*ck you! You are leaving me, l should start crying right? You Know how many men who would die to just share my bed? Pack up and go! Crawl back into the gutters you came from, and don't wait for me to change!"

"If that's how you want it," l said and turned to leave.

"That's how l want it. You are worthless and you can't give me orders or threaten me." She said, and reached for a bottle of Brandy.

I left her and moved my things downstairs. I was calling on the houseboy to help me carry them outside, when Sandra appeared at the top of the stairs. Her robe was undone and the houseboy and l could see all the wares she had to offer.

"I hope you remember what you came into this house with. So take only one suitcase and leave," she screamed at me.

"You can't say that." I stammered.

"Okay, just watch me, Sunday," she called, addressing the houseboy, who was torn between looking up and not looking.

"Ma,"

"Tell Musa not to open the gate for this idiot, until l tell him to do so."

"You are a sick b*tch," l screamed.

"Thank you." She said and went back to her room.

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I had to transfer some clothes and essential stuff into one of the bigger suitcases, before the sick b*tch told the gateman to let me out.

I went out in a blind rage, boarded down a taxi and asked him to drive me to a friend's place. l've never been so humiliated all my life, and once l settled into Dare's house, l let the tears flow.

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I couldn't just help but reminisce on the past. About how all this madness started. How my greediness and stupidity costed me Angela; the love of my life.

And this is exactly how it happened.

To be continued at noon..........


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Hello Lively Stones,

Please I need help on this issue. For some time, my husband and I were having marital issues. I cant recall when it started but I realized that my husband’s people wanted to control my home. They were always coming to live with us from when we got married. They would stay for ling without minding the inconvenience, we were just starting life, so things were not easy for us. Yet, these people were controlling my husband and what happens in my home.

Despite my in-laws overtaking my husband and my marriage, they did not want to set eyes on my own family members. My in-laws told my husband that any of my family members that wanted to come stay with us must inform him and when they do, my husband will say, no…that the house is full. I was really disrespected a lot. It felt like I was fighting an unending battle. Everyone kept asking me to be patient ….to be prayerful. I tried…I cried.

To make things worse, they encouraged my husband to cheat. They said I was not a good wife just because I tried to stand my ground on things like, when they enter my matrimonial room to take my soap to bather. Or go to my soup pot or fridge and eat everything before I come back from work….leaving me to start cooking all over when I return from work by 6pm. I was really frustrated. I managed but when it started affecting our s3x life…I broke down.

My husband was cheating with a girl that his sister introduced to him. The sole aim was to get money from him. This girl will pretend to be visiting my sister in-law but when she comes, my husband will go to their room to f*ck her while his sister and siblings will be in the sitting room. Sometimes, they will send me to my room. I cried and asked my husband several times: why did he marry me if he did not love me. He will say he loves me but he is the head of the family and no woman can tell him how to live his life.

This continued until this girl got pregnant for my husband and refused to abort it. She moved into our house and would sit down for me to cook for her. I had enough, I packed my things with my two children and left the house. That was when these people began to show my husband pepper. The new woman of the house showed them shege. They quarreled and fought and they drove her out after some months with her being heavily pregnant.


This woman gave birth and my husband’s family called for a DNA test which revealed the baby was not for my husband. My husband came to beg us to return but I insisted that I will not go back to the house if his family members don’t leave. He agreed, he sent them away and I returned back. Things are gradually returning to normal but I am having a hard time forgiving members of my husband’s family.

Its been about a few years now, they are somehow trying to be friendly and apologize but I have no intention of forgiving. When I remember especially how the sister brought that woman into my house and allowed her brother to have s3x with her right under my nose, all I do is cry and I feel very bitter. My two children are growing and asking for their aunties and uncles cos they are small and have no idea what happened.

My husband and I have been trying to conceive another baby but its not been happening. My second child is four years. My husband said its because I have not forgiven his people and if I don’t forgive them, by allowing them come back, that it will be hard for me to conceive. What does he mean by that? Are these people hold my womb? Are they God? Thank God I have one boy and one girl already but hubby wants one more child …everyday, he will be saying I only conceived when his family was around, that if I keep his family away….I wont conceive.

For me, I rather remain and don’t have any more children if it means his family comes back but hubby is saying he wants one more child or he will have the child outside…that he wants one more child….I am tired of his constant reminder …every time I see my period…hubby will get upset that I did not get pregnant again and he will not talk to me for days. Is this how marriage is supposed to be? I know his family is putting pressure on him…telling him that he should not allow his wife control him…this family eh…they have no regard for wife at all.

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Yesterday, I told him lets go to hospital to find out why I have not conceived yet, but he said no need, that he knows why and its because I am shutting his family out. Why wont I shut them out after what they have done? Who in their right mind will allow such a bunch of people back in their home? I told him that I have forgiven them but I don’t want them in my home….hubby said that is not enough….that I am bearing grudge if I don’t allow them visit or stay. He said my family can come and stay and his family too is allowed. He is only saying this just to appease me…his family is evil.

I am confused….and scared of his family coming back to influence him again. But this delay in conceiving my third child is putting a lot of pressure again on the marriage. The house is tense. We only have s3x when hubby knows I am ovulating. Its like he wants me just because of children. He does not care about my feelings. Some people have advised me to tell hubby that his people can come but I must set the rules and they must not stay more than a week….even that advice is giving me serious fear cos I know these people….I lived with them for six years…give them an inch….they take a mile.

Please advice me on how to go about this.

From Anonymous



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