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PoliticsRe: Motorist On Lagos Road Who Disobeys VIO Officer Will Be Arrested, Prosecuted, by Prolificlife: 10:29am On Feb 16
Don't mind them. Go to Qatar or Dubai, you dont see task force on the road, but people obey the laws. Sincerely, Lagos has been set backward for another 10years. All waht Fashola and Ambode did have been slept under the carpet by this administration. Fadeyi express causes traffic everyday because of yellow buses carrying people on the express.

Everywhere smelling.
Globad:
Hehehehehe

VIO is in Lagos and yet yellow commercial buses without indicator lights, brake lights, broken windscreens, missing side mirrors, smoky exhaust, etc are everywhere in Lagos. What of the interior of the buses: iron or plank seats, exposed engines, etc

The same decrepit buses also have a way of passing the annual vehicle inspection tests. Na wa

Na to dey flex muscle against private drivers dem sabi

What of their motor parks? Dirty and muddy.

What of parking on the roads and causing traffic? Who regulates these buses, Okadas and kekes who blocks junctions and drive against traffic and other reckless driving?

VIO? LASTMA? Police? FRSC? Agberos?
InvestmentRe: Nigerian Stock Exchange Market Pick Alerts by Prolificlife: 9:42pm On Aug 24, 2025
sure am eagerly waiting oh!
Princkez:
ELLAHLAKES will shock us with its upcoming announcements....discussion still ongoing..
InvestmentRe: Nigerian Stock Exchange Market Pick Alerts by Prolificlife: 11:53am On Jun 02, 2025
Princkez:
What will be the faith of HONYFLOUR this morning...10% gain,10% loss or stagnant.
HW actual profit was N21billion but was marked down strategically. See my chat with an insider

InvestmentRe: Nigerian Stock Exchange Market Pick Alerts by Prolificlife: 11:34am On Apr 01, 2025
Good Morning my senior guyz in the house.

I need your knowledgeable opinion.

I have some units of MRS share. With the recent post on delisting. Is it advisable to sell?

Will the delisting have a negative impact on the share price?
InvestmentRe: Nigerian Stock Exchange Market Pick Alerts by Prolificlife: 11:52am On Jan 24, 2025
Any news on STACO?
essentialone1:
The Death and Resurrection of STACO Insurance. 8th Wonder of the World.
CrimeRe: Ritualist Caught With His Girlfriend's Head In Orozo, Abuja (Graphic Photos) by Prolificlife: 10:43am On Jan 13, 2025
You're very right sir, Until the government addresses the issue of poverty, crime rate will never reduce. They are like siblings(5 &6) after you see 5, 6 follows, after poverty, crime follows grin
Urheadmaster:
shocked


The harder it takes for people to survive the easier it will take for them to entertain evil vices.

Crime and poverty goes hand in hand.


A poor/struggling man is naturally prone to crime.

When we clamour for better governance it’s because of things like this not hate or tribal war.
InvestmentRe: Nigerian Stock Exchange Market Pick Alerts by Prolificlife: 12:29pm On Jan 10, 2025
NAHCO May close on full bids today grin
InvestmentRe: Nigerian Stock Exchange Market Pick Alerts by Prolificlife: 12:27pm On Jan 10, 2025
Infact NAHCO went on full offer before it bounced back. But i suspect sth is cooking
KarlTom:
grin
FamilyRe: True Life Story: It Is Just S3x Alone -what Is The Big Deal? by Prolificlife(op): 7:49pm On Apr 13, 2024
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 .
FamilyTrue Life Story: It Is Just S3x Alone -what Is The Big Deal? by Prolificlife(op): 3:39pm On Apr 13, 2024
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


Source: https://livelystones.ng/true-life-story-it-is-just-s3x-alone-what-is-the-big-deal/

InvestmentRe: Nigerian Stock Exchange Market Pick Alerts by Prolificlife: 9:56am On Apr 13, 2024
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.
FamilyFear Women-my Wife Who Refused To Forgive My Mother Now Wants My Forgiveness-pt by Prolificlife(op): 10:05pm On Apr 07, 2024
True Life Story: Fear Women-My Wife Who Refused To Forgive My Mother Now Wants My Forgiveness-Pt 2

CLICK HERE TO READ PART 1

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

Do you have a story to share? Or if you are having depression or feeling like ending it all. We want to hear all about it and help you. Email us at livelystonesng@gmail.com or Whatsapp +2348029870309

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InvestmentRe: Nigerian Stock Exchange Market Pick Alerts by Prolificlife: 10:03pm On Mar 28, 2024
NIGERIAN AVIATION HANDLING COMPANY PLC proposed dividend of ₦2.54

I saw this in a group
InvestmentRe: Nigerian Stock Exchange Market Pick Alerts by Prolificlife: 11:11pm On Mar 27, 2024
The bonus will come from NAHCO my expectation cool

SonofElElyonRet:
But hang on..... where's the bonus issue of UCAP that everyone was so sure of huh Even my stockbroker was certain UCAP would declare bonus issue.... scrip issue
InvestmentRe: Nigerian Stock Exchange Market Pick Alerts by Prolificlife: 2:55pm On Mar 20, 2024
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
CrimeRe: Lady Jailed For Assaulting Lagos Official, Ignoring Pedestrian Bridge by Prolificlife: 8:39am On Mar 15, 2024
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
InvestmentRe: Nigerian Stock Exchange Market Pick Alerts by Prolificlife: 1:55pm On Jan 25, 2024
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.
InvestmentRe: Nigerian Stock Exchange Market Pick Alerts by Prolificlife: 1:02pm On Jan 25, 2024
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.
InvestmentRe: Nigerian Stock Exchange Market Pick Alerts by Prolificlife: 11:13am On Jan 25, 2024
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.
InvestmentRe: Nigerian Stock Exchange Market Pick Alerts by Prolificlife: 10:10am On Jan 25, 2024
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
InvestmentRe: Nigerian Stock Exchange Market Pick Alerts by Prolificlife: 9:52am On Jan 25, 2024
Morgan Capital is my broker, they said it's not possible
yeddy99:
why don't you just do a share transfer between accounts?
InvestmentRe: Nigerian Stock Exchange Market Pick Alerts by Prolificlife: 9:44am On Jan 25, 2024
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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RomanceTrue Life Story: How Do I Tell My Friend That Her Husband Wants To Marry Me? Ple by Prolificlife(op): 11:12am On Dec 21, 2023
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.



https://livelystones.ng/true-life-story-how-do-i-tell-my-friend-that-her-husband-wants-to-marry-me-please-advice/

InvestmentRe: Nigerian Stock Exchange Market Pick Alerts by Prolificlife: 1:46pm On Oct 30, 2023
They are saving the best for the LAST grin
lasisi:
What actually is wrong with Zenith, UBA, DS and NAHCO wey to release result after board meeting dey hard them?
CelebritiesNaira Marley: Reality Of Future Assertions Made Years Back(see Video) by Prolificlife(op): 12:42pm On Oct 02, 2023
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.

Source: https://livelystones.ng/naira-marley-reality-of-future-assertions-made-years-backsee-video/

RomanceTrue Life Story: My Mom Ls Pregnant For My Boyfriend by Prolificlife(op): 4:15pm On Jun 24, 2023
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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RomanceIs This A Sign That God Wants To Give A Second Chance To 40 Year Old Virgin by Prolificlife(op): 9:25pm On Jun 12, 2023
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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RomanceRe: True Life Story: A Cry For Help! Any Man That Falls In Love With Me Looses His L by Prolificlife(op): 6:26pm On Jun 11, 2023
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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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RomanceTrue Life Story: A Cry For Help! Any Man That Falls In Love With Me Looses His L by Prolificlife(op): 2:58pm On Jun 09, 2023
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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RomanceRe: True Life Story: My Sister Is Pregnant For Me And We Are Getting Married Soon by Prolificlife(op): 8:24pm On Jun 02, 2023
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RomanceTrue Life Story: My Sister Is Pregnant For Me And We Are Getting Married Soon by Prolificlife(op): 7:50pm On Jun 02, 2023
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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FamilyTrue Life Story: How Adultery Saved My Marriage by Prolificlife(op): 1:11pm On May 27, 2023
Hello LivelyStones,

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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