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In my journey of life, I have had the privilege to commune with a host of ladies from different parts of the globe…. Nigeria, Cameroon, Uganda, Burundi, South Africa, USA, UK, Georgia and Ghana. I am not good with numbers… I cannot quantify in numbers, how many ladies I have dated. But as a man of action I can vividly tell you that if there is a title “Drama Queen”, No other than Naija babes will wear the crown. I am not the typical kinda Naija guy…. I am goal oriented, authoritative, opinionated, hot tempered, impatient, sexual prowess, romantic, no nonsense kinda guy with some more good stuffs and some bad stuffs. I am extreme and very passionate. The perfect example of the worst guy you can ever date and the sweetest sexiest guy you have ever dated….. Bittersweet… That’s the word. Making my relationships the the right case study to determine certain phenomenoms…. These are some factors that I have observed from Naija Ladies. Hyper-Sensitive: Najia ladies are the most sensitive creatures that roam the earth. They are too over emotional, in most cases they rather use their emotions as a guide to their judgment rather than apply reasoning. Pride: Especially the working class independent ladies. These set of species see themselves as demi-gods. If they presume a man is bullshitting. They ex him, before anyone says “Jack Robinson.” Although the older generation still try to show some modesty because of what the society will say. The younger generations? Oh my God…. They are like trigger happy cowboys… They shoot first and ask questions later. Super-Cops: These special breeds make the CIA look like an apprentice… They go through your life history like hot knife through butter. I heard they even have pluggins/apps to know who you are chatting with on social media…. They search everything searchable, your phones, your social media accounts… I even had one that smelt my region to see if I had pussy stench on em. Indomie Chics: These ladies are fast propping in the younger generation. They tell you…. “I am not a foodie.” What they hell is that? They are ok with rice, rice and rice, with lots of biscuits and ice-cream. They are the kinda ladies that when you come home after a hard day’s job you will meet home a bowl of freshly made noodles with 2 boiled eggs and a glass of chilled orange juice. Selfie Chics: These are the kind of ladies that spend 6 hrs out of 24 hrs looking good and fabulous. And another 2 hrs taking different pics and selfies to post on social media. To them looking good on social media is some noble achievement that gratifies their soul. Probably the most desirable thing at that moment. Rude Baes: These ladies with tongue from the deepest depth of hell can end your discussion in minutes. The potential they carry is swift and deadly…. Make you do things, provoking even the meekest of men. Act aggressive and they cry woman beater. Many men are cooling their heels in the dungeons thanx to them. Hot tempered guys should run, rather desist from such ladies. The reason is somebody is going to end up dead. http://www.browngarri.com/meet-the-drama-queens-naija-ladies/
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Amory:10Q my very good sir |
Amory: thanx... nice concept but they wont be a continuation. The most important thing is the lesson ladies can learn from the story.have plenty more stories here http://www.browngarri.com/category/true-story/ |
tegak10:dont worry u wont die... Next time don clean ur ears... Wax prevents insects from entering... The more wax u have the less chances an insect has to enter ur ear ![]() |
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ladygudhead:thanx i got more heart moving stories o http://www.browngarri.com/category/true-story/ |
NevetsIbot:are you good in doing comics? If yes, theres a job I have for you.... |
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slyIsaac:http://www.browngarri.com/category/true-story/ I have over 30 detailed scenes here pick ur choice ![]() |
Laveda:Nigerians SMH |
Laveda:There's a saying, if you want to hide something from an African you put it in a book... ![]() |
slyIsaac:sex scene dey na second part |
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My name is Kehinde and this is my story. People say, “Life is beautiful and marriage is blissful.” But you never know until you get yourself into one. Many people blame circumstances for their compounded problems, most people try to look for who to blame: An ignoramus juncture of desperation. Not knowing that they themselves made the decisions that led them into the very nest that troubles them. I remember 4 years ago, I was at my prime… Well shaped with a flat tummy, hips and a well rounded butt, I was an eye candy. My body was my treasure, a mentality that stuck with me since my early teens. I guarded my body with reckless abandon, knowing how beautiful and adorable I looked, I wanted to give it to the very man that walked the aisle with me. I was admired by a lot of guys who respected my discipline and ethics. Not that I was a very spiritual person, but a principled person with perfectionist tendencies. I pride myself with an outstanding academic performance, charming beauty and adherence to keeping my virginity till my wedding night. Often times, I ridiculed ladies who can’t refrain themselves from pulling down their panties for guys. I developed an ego and I felt the need to inspire ladies on the importance and significance of keeping themselves, focusing on the ultimate goal of being a student on campus. I made some friends and enemies but most importantly, I made my point. On campus, I turned down numerous relationship offers from guys of all kinds. Students, Lecturers, University staff… Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t a loner, I had lots of male friends but I knew when to draw the line. Even the so called biggest boys on campus failed on their mission to claim my booty. I remember Ayo, who was the chief of one of the clubs on campus. He was tall, dark, handsome, well built and was loaded with lots of cash. He drove a BMW as a student and also had a powered bike. Most girls called him, “Irresistible!!” But to me, he was just some pervert trying to dive between my legs. I remember his words to me. “Kenny, no chic has ever said no to me before. You must be a lesbian.” Also Mr Adebabyo, the most handsome lecturer on campus and a bachelor in his early 30’s. He chased me for over 2 years but my answer was still “NO!!” I knew what I wanted. I wanted a God fearing young man with average looks, who has a white collar job and some track record of achievements. It wasn’t too much to ask for, was it? So I knew the students who tried to woo me, the lecturers and all, fell out of the box. But the good thing was, I was never rude or cocky in telling them “NO!!” I just said it with a subtle smile and discarded them eventually. After my Bsc and during my youth service, I was just one step away towards finding my man or should I say, “Letting him find me”. I finished with a first class and I felt more than fulfilled but not just yet. My goals were simple. Firstly finish with a first class and get a good job, secondly marry my first love as a virgin, thirdly have 2 kids and lastly,love my family with my life. During the orientation camp, something unexpected happened. I bumped into my good old friend of many years, his name was Supo. Supo and I were classmates in primary school. He was my best friend back then. I remember then he always shared whatever he had in his lunch box with me. We even became family friends because of our friendship. I was so delighted to see him again and what tripped me most was that he was the one who recognised me. He came to me and said. “Kehinde Adewale.” As I turned, behold everything just clicked. He appeared good looking, about 6 feet tall but still had that innocent face. I hugged him with all my strength and we remained that way for about a minute. Our friendship took a new bound, he was more like a brother than a friend: Always watching over me like a hawk and chasing would be toasters away from my reach such that everyone began to think we were dating. I started to discover how refined and pleasant he was, a complete gentleman with a remarkable character. At the end of our service year, he came to me and said. “Kenny…Erm, there’s something I would like you to know. Well, it’s more like the way I feel about us.” He then paused. I then said. “Supo, I am all ears.” He then said. “I love you Kenny, I have loved for a very long time. I had prayed in the past to cross your path again and when I saw you about a year ago here, I knew God had answered my prayers.” I felt as if I was hit by a meteorite. Supo was a wonderful guy but I didn’t love him… I cared for him like a brother. I then said to him. “Oh Supo, I have never met a guy as wonderful as you and I have never felt so free and close with any guy….” He then said. “Thats the same way I feel Kenny. We are compatible and we connect easily. What more can we ask for than that?” I then said. “I can’t afford to loose our friendship Supo.” He said. “Thats why I am proposing we build it Kenny.” I said. “But Supo….” He said. “But what?” I took a deep breath and said. “I don’t feel the same way you feel about me. I am sorry Supo, I don’t see us as lovers. I love you as a brother.” He then knelt down with tears in his eyes saying. “I understand how you feel about us. You need to know that I will do anything to make you happy even if it’s to sacrifice my feelings. But I am offering you my heart, my life forever to love you till I draw my last breath. Please Kenny.” Looking at him on his knees terrified me. The tears in his eyes began to build up, dripping down his right cheek. I quickly turned around, backing him and I began to weep. He was a wonderful guy but I had my standards. But to see him in tears moved me. Compassion filled my heart and at that point, I was willing to compromise my stand. I then said to him. “Supo, when do you think you will be ready to settle down?” He got up, cleaned his face and said. “I think at least 2 years from now kenny.” I then said. “You think? Supo, you know my condition at home. You know ever since my dad left years ago, and my mom married another man, home was never what it used to be for me. I can’t wait for 2 years in that house.” He then said. “Okay 1 year Kenny, just give me 1 year. Please.” Then I said. “Supo. This is what I will do. I am going to wait for you for 6 months. If I don’t see any economical change from your end, I will take it that you are not ready. Then I will move on.” He then hugged me and said. “Oh thank you Kenny.” I then said. “Don’t thank me yet, you are not even on probation.” After the passing out parade of the youth service, I returned back home in Lagos. The next thing on my bucket list was to get my CV ready so I could apply for a good job. One sunny day, I headed for the closest business center just off the road from my house. On getting there, it was a little crowded so I had to wait for my turn. While I was about to be attended to, I heard a guy saying. “Please I need some change can you guys help me out?” He was talking to the workers in the business center. They all ignored him. He then said. “Please I am begging you it’s very important, I need to fix my car.” One of the workers then said. “No change sir.” I then got his attention and said. “How much change do you need?” He then said. “N1000 change please….” Luckily for him, I always keep cash of all denominations with me. So I helped him out and he was very happy. As soon as I was done with my CV, I decided to head back home. I crossed the road and saw the same guy I had helped with change. He was standing beside his car while a vulcanizer was working on the tires. He saw me and said. “Hey, you are the lady who helped me out? I just want to let you know how grateful I am.” I then said. “It’s nothing, you are welcome.” He then looked at my hand and noticed my file, he then said. “I believe you went to create your CV?” I said. “Smart guess. Anyway, have a nice day, I have to go now.” He then said. “Wait, please. I can help you get a job. Let me return the favor” I paused for a while and said. “I appreciate your concern but I think you don’t have to go that far to pay back a mere kind gesture.” He then said. “Listen erm.. My name is Lekan and you are…” I said. “Kenny.” He then said. “Kenny, it won’t cost you much to give me your CV. There’s a job opening in an advertising firm and they pay well. I understand your fears but you can be rest assured that I am only paying back a kind gesture.” As he smiled. I reluctantly gave him my CV and then left. The following day, a Sunday, in the evening. My phone rang, it was Lekan. he said. “Hello, this is Lekan, I believe I am on to Kenny?” I said. “Yes, this is Kenny.” He then said. “Good, I gave your CV to my very close friend in church. He’s going to call you tomorrow. Tell him you are my girlfriend.” I said. “What!!” He then said. “I am sorry that I had to lie but please try and trust me on this one.” I then said. “I don’t know what to do, I still find this puzzling.” He then said. “Just be optimistic, everything will be fine.” The following morning around 8:30am, I got a call from a lady in the human resources department of Insight communications. She told me to come to the office at Ikeja GRA. I was shocked and got there as fast as I could . On getting there, the receptionist directed me to the HR department. I got there and was asked to sit down after which I was escorted to the director’s office. He was a middle aged man and he said. “Kehinde, please sit down” I sat down and my palms were sweating. He then said. “Hope you and Lekan are doing fine?” I then smiled and said. “Yes we are.” He then said. “You need to be patient with him, he’s a good man with a good heart. So how are you?” I said. “I am very fine sir.” He said. “Because you are family, I am going to put you in a management position. The package is N170,000 monthly with medical insurance. I hope that’s okay?” I smiled and said. “It’s the best thing happening to me right now.” He then said. “Thats good. You can go get your employment letter from the HR department. And one more thing, tell Lekan I am inviting you guys for lunch after service on Sunday.” I said. “Okay, I will sir. Thank you very much.” It was like magic, everything falling in the right places. I was so thrilled when I got the employment letter. I then called Lekan and told him. He said.”I told you. Now we are even. You take care and God bless you.” I got home feeling so excited and blessed, for my dreams were coming true before my eyes. Except one and that was my man. I then remembered what the director told me, the lunch on Sunday. I then called Lekan and told him about it. His response was. “What do you think?” And I replied. “We have to go o, It wasn’t a request .” Then he laughed and said. “Don’t worry, we will make it..... for the conclusion click here: http://www.browngarri.com/love-story-wish-i-could-turn-back-the-hands-of-time-conclusion/ |
Dyoungstar:Its not that i doubt u...... I will just need u to prove yourself. That simple. I have been in the media business for quite some time..... So i know what i am talking about..... If you prove to me..... Then you will have the chance to do what you always love to do on a higher scale. Using the right tools and working environment...... |
Dyoungstar:I will be in Nigeria by December and by January i would have set up a full multimedia house..... then i will call and u will prove yourself. If you worthy then u gonna have a mouth watering contract. Otherwise....... I use a samsung note 5 and its video capabilities cant be matched with any dslr cameras talkless of a note 3...... and how you alternated the auto focus on certain shots me I wonder. Its either u r a genius or a hoax.... I need to find out.... +971568581997
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mpowa:what will you do if facebook comes to you and offers you 1 billion $ for your app that makes 1 million naira a month? You no go think twice na will you? Many of these developers build up apps because they want to sell it... Not because they want to stay in the business...... |
mpowa:carry go my brother ![]() |
mpowa:Thanks bro, I can do that.... Mine is not about networking.... My niche is different. I know I cannot do what facebook does so I have to come out with stuffs that are unique. I believe if we Nigerians should work together we can do better if not a bit less than these guys.... I believe in us we the people one love |
mpowa:You still not getting it, in my previous post I explained to you the edge facebook had over myspace... And that was what made facebook the next big thin on social media. It was unique at that point in time even the mighty HI5 didnt have such networking..... Now let me remind you also. Yahoo was innovative it had a search engine, email services, and a multimedia web services but what happened. Google came and dominated the game, how did it do that. thought innovation and acquisition. Youtube was the deal breaker enabling them to develop more in advertisment, they also diversified into mobile tech, computer systems etc... No one can dominate forever cause perfection is limitless. People are thinking and google and facebook will do what it can to buy over any budding threat to steal the show from them. |
TheGoodJoe:www.naifizzy.com Thats my social media it's almost done though working presently on the mobile app... I am deep into information technology thats why I am telling you these things... |
mpowa:I am happy you know the statistics and that is why they want to get a share of the 60 million internet users by introducing the affordable internet access..... |
mpowa:LOL... Facebook bough over instagram because it had the capacity to dislodge facebook. Do you remember Myspace. It came out years before facebook but what happened? My space was among the first major social media but facebook had an edge over it, facebook was programmed to network people of similar schools and organizations... Which brought old friends together from same schools and maintained new friends from same schools. That was the edge facebook had. In the informative business you can be overthrown if your ideas are not creative enough. So when facebook sees a threat growing, they buy it before it matures.... That was why the cost ran into billions...... |

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thanx... nice concept but they wont be a continuation. The most important thing is the lesson ladies can learn from the story.



