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sleepyeyez:
They should lòok for a better lookalike for Tboss

Whc one hv u look...dullard

girls

A lot of goodies can be guaranteed your love life if you have age on your side. Take Temisan for instance. In her mid 20s, she wants for nothing, has a job to die for and her love life couldn’t be more adventurous. “A lot of my friends seem to be shocked that I’m openly dating two men, who also happen to be friends,” she bragged, when I asked her if she had any plans of getting married soon. Obviously she doesn’t. She continued: “Others joke that I’m just greedy, and I think deep down, they’re just jealous. They should be too. I first met Kweku and Tony two years ago, when we all served in the same state.
“We all shared the same sarcastic humour and were mad about trying all the local canteens for tasty home-cooked meals. Soon we’d become an inseparable trio. From day one, I fancied Kweku – tall handsome and carefree he was always thumbing his nose at authority. He’d also get drunk from our canteen trips and make us laugh even more. His rebellious streak really turned me on. Tony, on the other hand, was shorter and stockier – he was also good fun but he had an inner depth that Kweku lacked.
“We’ d all carried on as if we’d just stay friends for ever. But one night, drinking with Kweku in his one-room apartment after one of our meals, he joked and asked: `What would you say if I kissed you?’ I was shocked at how aroused the question got me. But I played it cool, shrugged and teased: `I’d say you just did!’ He didn’t need further
prompting. We were all over each other in seconds. We were sitting on his single bed anyway and there we stayed making love with the telly still blaring in the background. He wasn’t what you would call a considerate lover. He was demanding without being romantic but the sex was amazmg.
“A fterwards, he just got up to get us more drinks and started chatting away as if nothing happened. It was obvious he was making his position clear – the sex was fun but he wasn’t looking for anything more from me. The next few days, I was disappointed and angry with him. Had he used me? Confused, I decided to confide in Tony. We were at the office canteen when I casually let it slip I’d slept with Kweku. He was gobsmacked. He recovered quickly though and instead of offering advice, he just raised an eyebrow. “So what would you say if I kissed you?” he smiled. Now it was my turn to be gobsmacked. But then I thought, why not? Tony was as sexy as Kweku in his own way. “I’d say exactly the same,’ I replied. We decided to go to my place after work and he was the total opposite of Kweku. He was very romantic and after making love, we lay cuddled up. We were so comfortable with each other it was magic. It was then it dawned on me I had to do what Kweku had done to me – make it very clear that it couldn’t go further. ‘You’re a wonderful guy and the sex was good. But I’m not after a relationship”, I told him. He just laughed and shrugged. ‘It was nice though, wasn’t it?’ he said. When Kweku eventually figured out what was going on, he was stunned. He then became excited by the unconventional love triumph. They both had nothing to lose. On the contrary, they got to have sex with no strings attached.
“Afew days later, when we all met at our favourite canteen, I was a bit embarrassed, but it soon passed. In fact, sitting there with my two gorgeous friends, knowing I’d bedded them both, made me feel amazingly sexy. And it was clear the men were not bothered by the I
competition’ either. Instead, they both seemed pretty proud of being part of such a naughty set-up – and definitely up for more. A few days after, I slept with Tony again and days later, it was Kweku’s turn.
We eventually returned to Lagos and continued as friends. Now, I still happily flirt between my boys every few days. There are unspoken rules that have developed between us. We would never have a party. That would just be too weird. And we always have safe sex. If Tony wants to meet me when I’ve already promised to see Kweku – or vice versa – then I’m always honest. ‘Ok, have fun!’ They’ll just say and laugh. ‘Do you fancy coming round tomorrow instead?’
“Maybe you think I’m naive, and that both men are taking advantage of me. I’m not. It’s great for me too. I’m still young and love the freedom of being single. But I still get sex on tap whenever I want it.
And it’s with my two best friends. So, tell me. What could be better than that?” When I asked her what would happen if both of them had regular girlfriends, she just shrugged. “I might be the one to get hitched first and they would just have to take it on the chin!”
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TUNDE had been separated from his wife for years. She lives abroad and they are good friends. After years of enjoying the single life, he eventually fell in love and things started going horribly wrong. His story:
“I am a medical doctor with a thriving private practice. Six years ago, I finally plucked up enough courage to ask Maureen out to lunch. She was a junior manager at the bank the hospital used and was always very friendly. Whenever interest rates on fixed deposits went up, she would advise me to push for the highest possible on our account. A professional to the core, I was very impressed with how brilliant and intelligent she was. Not to mention her smashing figure.
“She’d just helped push a soft loan I desperately needed to refurbish the hospital when I asked her to lunch as a ‘thank you’ gesture. To my pleasant surprise, she agreed and that was how our relationship started. I was in my fifties with two lovely children. Their mother had opted to stay behind when I wanted to relocate to the country – our marriage wasn’t working and she had a job she loved with the social service. So, we parted amicably and I so much enjoyed my freedom, I wasn’t really keen on getting married again- until I met Maureen.
She was a single mother of a two-year-old daughter and as I got to know her better, she told me she was thinking of leaving the bank to pursue a business in horticulture. She’d completed a horticultural course when she studied abroad and had done a bit on the side for a few clients who’d praised her efforts. I encouraged her to follow her dreams and gave her financial support to kick-start the business – she already had half of the outlay from her retirement benefits.
“Barely a year later, the business had taken off beyond our wildest dreams – thanks to elaborate decorations that are the in-thing at functions these days – weddings especially. With my clout, I was able to get her jobs from reputable companies and friends.
“It was around this time we gave a serious thought to getting married. One thing we both wanted very much was a baby of our own. For the next three years, we tried but nothing happened. In the end, I took her to a gynaecologist who was also a very good friend. He did tests upon tests until it was discovered that only one of her fallopian tubes was functioning. That, coupled with my age, had reduced our chances of having a baby. My friend then suggested we travel to Britain, giving us the address of a top IVF hospital. At first, I was reluctant, but Maureen was in her early 30s and feared her biological clock was ticking fast. And I loved her. So I agreed to go with her.
“I won’t bore you with details of the tests we had to do, including my being banged up in a cubicle with pornographic materials to facilitate my ejaculating sperm into a small tube I was given. But, I gladly did all that. Maureen was then given a series of fertility injections to help her improve her chances of harvesting as many eggs as she could produce. The more eggs that were fertilized and put in her womb, the better her chances of conceiving. The cost of all these procedures was staggering.
“After we got a firm date for the IVF, we both came back to Nigeria, with my top nurse giving her the hormonal injections everyday for the duration of the treatment. We had to push our travelling a few months forward as both of us were busy. When it was eventually convenient for us to go back to the IVF clinic, Maureen began stalling – she had some fresh contracts to fill and she wanted to arrange for her daughter to be looked after by a proper relative.
“I couldn’t really believe what was going on, especially when it was her idea to start a family. I was working late in the hospital that fateful day when my daughter came calling. She didn’t want to live with her old man when she finished at the university, so I gave her and her older brother a flat each in a four-flat apartment I had. Bibi, my daughter, and I have always been close – closer than I was with Mike, her brother, who was on the snooty side. He’d let his studies abroad go into his head and believed the sun rose and set for him!
“When Bibi didn’t hug me with the enthusiasm she used to, I knew something was wrong. But nothing prepared me for the bomb-shell she dropped. ‘I don’t know how to say this dad,’ she began, looking into her lap, ‘but I think Mike and Maureen are having an affair … ‘ The atmosphere was charged for seconds. Was she insane? What had Mike got to do with Maureen? She went on: “I had seen her a few times, sneaking into Mike’s flat, and just last night, as I made for my car, I heard them arguing, so I stayed back to hear what was going on. Mike was threatening to tell you about them if Maureen was too scared to tell you to your face. I thought I should prepare you for whatever shock they have in stock for you.’
“It was obvious my poor daughter had given coming to me a great thought because there was this sympathetic concern on her face as she finished this sad news she’d brought. I must have looked as shattered as I felt because she offered to stay with me for a while. I was confused. How long had this been going on? Why didn’t she tell me when it all started? But I couldn’t really blame Bibi – she hadn’t betrayed me. My son had. So had Maureen, and I intended to get to the bottom of this. I called at Maureen’s shop on my way home, mentally kicking myself for not asking her to move in with me when her treatment started. I’d thought we would do that when she got pregnant – a sort of icing on our good fortunes. No wonder she’d been reluctant to go back with me for the IVF treatment, was she now planning to throw me over for my own son? Impossible!
“She was her friendly self when I got to her flat. I gave her a penetrating look when she started fussing over me, but she couldn’t really meet my eyes.
‘What exactly is going on between you and my son?’ I asked quietly, silently hoping that she would deny being involved with him. Only, she sat down, shoulders sagging – and burst into tears, weeping profusely that I should forgive her. That when the doctors said she had only one functioning tube and that I wasn’t as fertile as I used to be, she’d toyed with the idea of finding another man. Only, she’d confided in Mike once and he’d encouraged her to have an affair. If she became pregnant, the child would be passed off as mine as it would have the same genes. Now she was pregnant. Mike was reneging on his promises …
‘’’Now wait a minute!’ I barked. ‘Pregnant?’ You’re actually pregnant?’ I didn’t wait to hear more. I drove straight to Mike’s and asked Bibi my daughter to join us. Quietly, I asked him what madness possessed him to get my fiancee pregnant? He looked a bit scared but tried to bluff things out. Bibi didn’t even know about the pregnancy. She was gobsmsmacked.
How many blows is a man to take in one fell swoop? If I’d had a gun, I would have happily terminated the life of this traitor that called himself my son. Instead, I turned on my heels and left. What a disaster, I thought on my way home. Spending all that money, time and emotion on fertility treatments only for my son to reap the benefits of my efforts …
“It’s often been said that betrayal always comes from people closest to you. Mike and Maureen eventually had a son and they’re now together. They’d toyed with the idea of getting married but none of them has the guts to come and discuss anything with me. My own son and my fiancee stabbing me in the back. It is betrayal of the worst kind. It’s going to take forever for me to really understand what happened and come to terms with it. I’ll never trust another woman again.
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one chance bae

so...how does that affect the prize of snake meat or even dog meat aka bingo aka 404

push to front page make we argue small...

over to d wailers

I hv Notin meaningful to say...maybe d guy below is wise.

Idrismusty97:
So they are no poor autistic victims? My friend try to be wealthy instead of consolidating yourself. If anything, their wealth make this autistic child life less horrible. It is better to be wealthy with an incurable disease than be poor with that same disease.

dumb reasoning...am not poor.

fp

hmm...dino eat in canteen,,and it made FP. our own fayose,..the killer of big ppl,,does it regularly and never misses FP. remember,, one northern governor did it,....u get my drift. so why not Ahmed?

ucheokpara100:
this thread will be question and answer thread, i will alwys make time to reply questions mind you iam not too good in english.
iam not here to connect people abroad or do visa for any one because iam not in position to do that.
iam not here to ask for money or any assistance.
iam here to answer and tell my people/nairalanders any thing they want to know, from the life our people are living in the street of south africa to the top, to the secret no one will tell u about south africa to the hustling and how everything look here to different between here and nigeria to the reason why u havn't seen many of your brothers who are here for years.
all depend on what u want to hear just ask anything. this thread is like asking a nairalander or a brother how things are here before you decide to come here.
i will only answer questions i wont tell any one anything on my own.
thread OPEN!

do they employ professional welders

the rich also cry

baddest guy

chai.. see lie

konji is overrated

rubbishing

second

jokers....wit more serious tinz going on...

snake :1 humans: (&

[quote author=Kondomatic post=55045100][/quote]your head get eyes

I don't lyk sex

eat dat apple and start d cycle all over again....mumu

destroyed hope

na u bad pass...

Kenya and dis kind news na 5&6......who get d pics a beg epp me.

cemetery as fulfilment of campaign promise....mad town.

The people of Zauro a community outskirts Birnin-Kebbi Local Government Area of Kebbi STate has secured 100 hectare of land for the extension of cemetery in the area.
Briefing journalists, on Tuesday, at the site of the proposed cemetery, the Kebbi State Chairman of APC Board of Trustees ( BOT), Alhaji Sani Zauro, who is also the community leader, described the new extension of the cemetery in their own home town as a way of fulfilling Gods obligation.
He commended the state government contribution towards the extension of the 100 hectare of land provided to their people in the area.
Said he, “Where they formerly burying dead people is full with the people ,so we decided to get another new one which people contribution.”
The AC BOT chair also participated in the construction of the fence around the new burial ground.
Zauro lauded the Kebbi State Government for delivery his campaign promises by provided the adequate needs to the good people of the state.
He stated this in his country home adding that Governor Atiku Bagudu had demonstrated a political well to the people so for that if he has intrest for the second term they have no choice than to support him.
“Atiku has fulfilled his political campaign promises to the good people of Kebbi State. He touched all the four emirate in terms of developmental projects.”

Astrogeotech:
Its design in a special to help water borehole drilling.
What you see there is water borehole drilling In progress. This type is usually use in the eastern part of nigeria.
My company is into water borehole, soil test and pile foundation. We work any where within Nigeria.

confirmed

Astrogeotech:
Ok

I don't get it...Wots being done in the rover