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cricifixo:
This Kingsley is mad o, better chop off his gbola next time he tries anything he comes around.
This update too small na abeg do something for ur boy na

Next episode cooking

Humbleness:
Thanks for the update. Kingsley is looking for trouble.

*winks*
serious trouble oooo

Ann2012:
You better open up to Praise before Kingsley dents your image

Thanks for the update ma'am

You're welcome

SaidYor:
wow, so interesting wow, so interesting wow, so interesting

Thank yoi

MARRIED AND SLAYING: DIARY OF MRS. NWAKAEGO ETADAFE

Episode 24

Dear Diary,

14th April, 2019.

My husband has been discharged! Diary praise God for me o. I am so, so, so happy. My husband is home and he is happy too. Who wouldn't be? My Praise has slimmed down some. I am going to make sure that he eats well and rest, so that he can regain his strength. He is also due for some other room services. But I will have to take it slow with him in this aspect. Make my oga no go pe me for bed.

His parents and siblings came to check up on him yesterday. They brought fruits and chocolates. They say he needs to get his energy back on track. I have been eyeing the different brands of chocolates. I am an unrepentant sweet tooth. Hahaha... my eye no dey see all this kain things without popping out. Anyhow, na me and Praise go finish every single bar of the chocolates, last last.

I resumed work last week, but I don't go everyday. My staff tried sha. They did well in my absence. Things didn't go hay wire while I was MIA, but I still shouted small sha. Some of my staff went on vacation, not literally anyway. You know the saying, 'When the cat is away, the mice will play'. Some of them were up to a few shenanigans.

I have decided to leave them for now. It is their time. They should enjoy this interlude while it lasted. After all, no be their papa get the business. When I resume work fully, I will be able to address their discrepancies. And also reward the faithful ones.

Diary! Diary! Diary! How many times did I call you? Diary, if you know Kingsley Ike, please warn him for me o. This guy has decided to die before his time. This one na ala-koba now. Bi ko nu, diary, warn him o. Can you imagine that this imp traced me to my business place?

When my receptionist called my office line and told me that one Mr. Ike was asking to see me, I was beyond stunned. I flew out of my office and dashed to the reception hall. Lo and behold, it was Kingsley! He had the guts to come looking for me at work. Abi which kain mad person be dis for heaven sake?

I ushered him out of the building and threatened to get him arrested. I was more than ready to go to the police station to file a report. He has become a merciless stalker and I want him off my back. The mofo started begging me. He said his divorce papers were ready and once I give the go ahead he would make his wife sign it. Then he will help me prepare my own divorce papers.

Diary, I send Kingsley message? Did I ask him to do anything? If he wants to wreck his own marriage, what is my own now? I didn't tell anyone that I wanted to leave my husband. I didn't tell anyone that I was tired of marriage. Abeg, abeg, I no dey join issues. He should just leave me out of his madness.

I told him that I wasn't interested. He said I was lying. He said me and him were destined to be together. I for shout, I for tear him cloth and strangle him, but where my office dey is a posh area. I cannot come and turn mad person because of this... this kolo mental of a man. I just left him out there and went back to my office.

I think it is high time I tell Praise that one of my ex is disturbing my peace of mind and following me around. By the time Praise shows him pepper, his senses will definitely return.
I have had enough of Kingsley's craziness. This guy fit embarrass person for public. Enough is enough.

I can hear Praise calling me. I think he is awake. He took a nap this afternoon. He must be hungry now.

Got to go diary. I need to take care of my husband.

Talk to you later.

AiteeAitee:
SheWrites what's up? No food for us? We are missing you na.

There is food o, something is cooking.
Bad network. Will update today, tomorrow...

AiteeAitee:
SheWrites what's up? No food for us? We are missing you na.

There is food o, something is cooking.
Bad network. Will update today, tomorrow...

Laeroy:
She writes bless my children and I ooo, lock down dey do us strong thing oooo

Hmmmm... we are all in God's hands oooo.
I know that He take care of us and supply our every need.

kimoyo:
Thanks for taking out time to respond

*winks* You're welcome

BentleyJnr:

Wow, SheWrites, you're really great, keep it up, ma'am

*winks*

AnnabelKelvin01:
Okay thanks, I'm a big fan of your work

Wonderful. So pleased to meet you *hugs&kissed*

[quote author=AnnabelKelvin01 post=88548544][/quote]Unfortunately, I don't have hard copies of any of my books yet... hopefully soon.

Pele for the stress... Ndo... Tute...

kimoyo:
Shewrites, why is it that ego only attracts men that only want to get between her legs? I had wanted to ask this in the first story. You are doing a good job. Waiting for the next update

Some ladies attract men that want to get in between their legs because, 1. Men are attracted to what they see.
In Ego's case, she is a pretty lady, with nice physique.

2. Due to some ladies lifestyle, they give the wrong vibe, thereby attracting the worst of the worse.
In Ego's case, she had several crazy relationships. Even though she has repented and changed, the consequences of her actions follow her. It takes the grace of God to bypass these consequences.

I can go on

I hope I have answered your question.

Humbleness:
This guy is an animal, thanks for the update.

*winks*

Zara20:
thnx for the update, your story lines are quite interesting and captivating. Pls how do i get your whatsapp number or should i send mine?

08050445897 WhatsApp

Ann2012:
The hunt for Kingsley yaff started, I'll help castrate that ewu Gambia for u. Chai....so he wants to eat Oga Praise's coochie

Na the meat of the gods he wan chop...

favch:
I think I know one Kingsley Ike, I'll send you his pix to confirm if he's the so I'll know

well-done ma, more grace

Thanks my darling.

Send us his pix o, sharp sharp

neloyah:
Wait!
She came?
I didn't know it was possible for a woman to reach orgasm while being raped
I feel so sorry for her tho
Kingsley is one hell of a bastard. Imagine how he's embarrassing his wife because he can't get over his perverted thoughts towards his ex.
Can't believe I felt pity for him when nwakaego refused to return the rotten expensive ring he used in proposing to her. Shameless fictional scallywag

Scallywag, Nincompoop, imp... the list is endless

Whois:
It’s getting hot in here

*opens-teeth*

MARRIED AND SLAYING: DIARY OF MRS. NWAKAEGO ETADAFE

Episode 23

Dear Diary,

7th April, 2019.

I am so, so, so happy right now. Praise is responding to treatment! He looks better, though he has lost a lot of weight. I am glad that my husband is going to be out of the hospital sooner than his test results predicted. The family doctor also confirmed it yesterday. Praise is going to be discharged in a few days.

Praise's parents came to see him at the hospital two days ago. They were equally happy that the worst was over. His sisters also visited. They advised me to take care of myself least I breakdown too. It won't be funny at all if I also come down with flu or worse malaria. Heaven forbid!

My mum and siblings came around during the weekend. Trust my mama, she was over-worried. She claimed that I have joined Praise in losing weight. Abeg, this woman should free me. No be my fault na.

But my ma is right. I have indeed slimmed down some. I haven't been eating well since Praise got admitted into the hospital. I have been thinking a lot and sleep has eluded me for many days. I cannot wait for my husband to come home. It's being one full week! The man must get well by fire, by force.

Diary, something weird and crazy happened last night. I have been trying to get it off my mind. I don't even know how I am going to write it down. Taking a deep breath now... am exhaling loudly now...

Oh diary...

It is Kingsley oooooooo. I have sworn to shoot him on sight the next time he comes near me. I am dead serious. I don't have a gun, neither does my husband, but I am going to get one. I don't care how much I have to spend. I am also planning to involve Praise in this matter. It has definitely gone beyond 'be careful'. Once Praise is discharged from the hospital, I will report Kingsley. Man to man, I bet he will be able to get the sick craze boy off my back and out of our lives for good.

Yesterday, I came to the hospital without the driver. When it started to get dark, Praise asked me to go home and get some rest. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay with him, but he refused.

I walked to the car park and noticed that a corner of the large space was darkened, due to the broken bulbs. I saw it in the morning and I assumed that they would fix it before nightfall. That night, I was surprised that the bulbs had not been replaced. I made a mental note to tell our family doctor about it.

I glanced back when I heard footsteps. Someone was walking behind me and it turned out to be Kingsley. 'For the love of God!' I groaned inwardly. Was this Mofo following me around? Abi which kain witch be dis? Dis one don pass demon possession, I swear. He tried calling me during the week, but I didn't pick his calls. Nor did I return his dozens of text messages. I was just tired of his bullshit.

I quickened my steps and hurried to my car. I didn't want to speak with him at all. I was tired of listening to his rubbish. He started calling my name, asking me to wait. But all I wanted to do was leave and get home fast. Kingsley caught up with me the same moment I got the front door of the vehicle opened.

He accused me of not picking his calls or replying his messages. I was just upset. I fired back at him, advising him to get a life and leave me the hell alone. When he sensed my annoyance, he changed the tone of his voice and he began to beg. Who begging help sef?

He said he was prepared to divorce his wife and marry me. He claimed that a lawyer friend of his has already helped him to draft his divorce papers. I told him bluntly not to waste his time. I was not ready to marry him or anyone else. I loved my husband and I will never leave him and that was that.

Kingsley said he still loved me and he could prove that I still had feelings for him. I hissed and told him that he was dreaming. I turned around and attempted to get into my car, but Kingsley pulled me back. I slapped him, but he wouldn't let go. He slammed me against the passenger's door and kept repeating that he loved me and he was sure that I still had feelings for him.

I screamed, kicked him and tried to push him off, but he was stronger. I threatened to get him arrested and ordered him to let me go. The crazy guy told me that I was bluffing. I started to shout again, hoping that someone would hear me.
He swallowed my mouth, lips, teeth, spittle and all... making it difficult for me to shout for help. I pushed him and dug my sharp nails into his arms until I was sure that he was bleeding, but he still didn't let go! I went mad when I felt his hand under my blouse, trying to unhook my bra and grab my coconuts. Ewu!

I tore my mouth away from his and screamed again, as loud as I could. He shoved his dirty stinking face-towel into my mouth and pinned my hands to the roof of the car. I couldn't move it, but I could still move my legs. I fought him like a Tigress... but physically, I was almost helpless.
He lifted my long skirt with his free hand and slipped two, three fingers into my underwear.

Diarryyyyyy!

He started to handle my honey pot. Slowly at first, then he dug deeper and deeper, with accelerated speed. I cried and tried as much as possible not to feel anything. I knew I couldn't win this particular battle. This was my honey pot! My coochie coochie! Oh God! I became wet in seconds and I gnashed my teeth so I couldn't moan.

Diarrrryyyyy!

The animal fingered me until I came! Then the bastard loosened his belt, unzipped his jeans, brought out his frustrated erect rotten cucumber and he tried to gain entrance into my honey pot! My coochie coochie! He dey craze?! Ah! Chi mo! Sacrilege!

My strength returned one time. I pushed him, kicked, scratched and punched him until he let me go. I lurched at him, throwing slaps after slaps and cursing him and his generations unborn. He cannot escape a miserable death, I swear.

He backed away and ran, and he kept shouting that he was coming for me. He said this time around, his parents will surely accept me as their daughter-in-law.

I knew then and there that dem don replace him brain with foam. That is why he is acting irresponsibly and erratically. I looked around for a stone and hurled one at him. He dodged it and fled.

I got back into my car and wept. Oh diary. I cried and cried oooo. Since I got married, no man, no man born of a woman has touched me. And I will never allow such... such barbaric act. Even if a gun is pointed at my head, I would rather die than allow one useless pirated cucumber to enter my paradise, my coochie coochie.

Oh diary... I am going to kill Kingsley for daring to lay his hands on me. How am I going to explain to Praise that my ex forcefully kissed me, that he forcefully touched me, that he forcefully tried to Bleep me! Ehn how? Men do not take kindly to these kind of things. Ah! I don die oooo.

What am I going to do now diary? I am so, so at a loss here.

If anyone know Kingsley Ike, please warn him o. Tell him to stay away from me o. I have said my own now. Because, when next he comes near me, na him dead body him family go come carry.

My two percent. O dikwa serious now.

Got to go now.

Later diary.

Zara20:
I like your techniques ma'am Shewrites. I love writing but sometimes i feel that i'm not creative or good enough...do you mind helping me?

Sweetest pie thank you sooooooo much.

Babes, the truth is that we all feel that way at some point and honestly, we still do, especially when we see someone we admire.

My darling, we are all gifted differently. I might see your writing now and go wow! Oh my God! I want to write like that.

My advice, stick to what you love to write about and don't ever stop! Come rain, come shine, keep writing. You will improve along the way. The thing is that the learning never stops. Me sef, I am still learning *winks*

We can chat more on WhatsApp *hugs *

Humbleness:
l no understand this guy called Kingsley,he needs more slaps .
Thanks for the update

More slaps coming up.

Ann2012:
This one you're falling into temptation, hmmmmm

Thanks for the update

Serious hmmmm...

*winks*

AiteeAitee:
Lol. Shewrites this one weak me oh. Married ex that dumped her is still lusting over married Nwa? He needs more slaps abeg. Thank for updating anyway.

You're welcome

MARRIED AND SLAYING: DIARY OF MRS. NWAKAEGO ETADAFE

Episode 22

Dear Diary,

1st April, 2019.

I don't remember being this afraid in so, so many years. Oh diary, I haven't slept well in over 36 hours. I thought I knew fear, but what I felt the night I opened my eyes and saw Praise covered up with the blanket we shared, trembling like he was plugged to a digging machine, it redefined fear itself. Fear took over my body and my mind and it didn't let go. A zillion thoughts ran past my frantic mind till I could no longer think straight. I became a Zombie.

I called the family doctor. He wasn't at his clinic, but he promised to meet up with us in an hour. I called the security guard and my husband's driver who lived in the BQ behind our house. They helped me to carry Praise into the car and the driver drove us to the family doctor's clinic. I kept praying on the drive to the hospital and continued praying when Praise was whisked into the Emergency Room.

The family doctor arrived later on and he attended to my husband. Praise was admitted that night and moved to a private ward. The doctor told me that he suspected chronic malaria, but he would wait for the results the tests before making a diagnosis.

The doctor said he had a feeling that the virus had been in my husband's body for the longest time, untreated, now it has turned into something dangerous. He tried to convince me to go home, get some sleep and return the next morning, but there was no way I was going to leave my husband's side.

The result of the tests coincided with the doctor's suspicion. Indeed, Praise had malaria fever. He was placed on drips and a combination of combating medications. I watched my very strong husband lying on the hospital bed, a shadow of himself and looking like a vegetable.
I broke down crying right then and there. The family doctor assured me that Praise will be okay. But his recovery period might be slow because the malaria parasite had dried up a large percentage of his blood. I stayed by my husband's side, kept dozing off, till past five the next morning.

I felt someone touched me and my drowsy eyes snapped open. I was surprised when I saw Praise looking straight at me. He was wide awake and he seemed a bit better than the other night. He ordered me to go home, rest a little, eat, shower change, and come back with something he could swallow.

I didn't want to leave him, but he convinced me to go. It wouldn't help if I also broke down as well. On my way out of the hospital building, I saw Kingsley. He was the last person I expected to see, and I was in no mood to chat with him. I pretended like I didn't see him and went to the car park. I found Praise's car, but his driver was nowhere in sight.

I cursed under my breath. I suspected that the driver had gone somewhere to sleep. Where was he now? I wanted to leave right away. Unfortunately, Kingsley saw me and followed me to the car park. There was no way I was going to be able to avoid him now. We exchanged pleasantries and he told me that he came to see his father who had been admitted into the hospital when he came down with typhoid fever.
I told him that my husband had just been admitted and I had no idea where my husband's driver was. If I was with the car keys, I would have gone home and return in less than two, three hours.

Kingsley offered to take me home but I declined. I tried calling the driver's phone lines, but none went through. After waiting for the next fifteen minutes, I began to feel irritated. Kingsley offered to take me home again, and I grudgingly accepted. I was just angry for no just cause. After all, the driver was also a human being.
When we got into Kingsley's car, I didn't know when the tears started rolling down my face. I guess I was physically exhausted, emotionally distraught and I was a bit angry at God for not protecting my husband from falling sick.

Kingsley switched off the engine of his car and told me that everything was going to be all right. "This too shall pass," he said and his comforting words made the tears to increase in volume. He pulled me close in a hug and a felt consoled. I guess I needed a shoulder to cry on that moment.

In a split, I felt his hand sliding down my spine! Up and down, up and down and with each stroke, he pulled me closer.

Diary, eh be like say Kingsley don chop mad man shit before. From comforting hug to caressing embrace, what nonsense was this now?

What's always wrong with some men, ehn? Once your skin touches their own like this, they will start shaking like jelly fish, like someone who has been starved for many days. Am hissing right now.

It wasn't his fault. Abi, no be me carry my tired legs and entered his car?

I didn't like the way he was touching me. I wanted him to stop it! He was my ex for Pete's sake. That's a red flag! And the last time I spoke with him, he said he hasn't gotten over me yet. Me, I cannot come and start something that I cannot finish. I don't want to even start anything at all. I love my husband to the moon and back. Nothing and no one is going to change that.
I will not lie... diary... the way his hands were moving up and down my spine... it brought back memories, memories I would rather forget.
The moment I began to get turned on, I pulled away and the bastard kissed me! Ah! Chi mo! Osanobua! Jesu Christi!

Kingsley took advantage of the situation and he kissed me. He kissed me like someone that has been starving for a decade and more. I was paralyzed with shock for two seconds. When I recovered, I pulled away from him and slapped him twice. Bells were just ringing in my head. I wanted to scratch his face and give him a permanent scar.

He started to make one lame excuse and I slapped him again. I was just pissed. I got out of the car and he jumped out too, begging and apologizing.

Who did begging help? Who did apologies help, ehn diary?

By the time I got to where Praise's car was, the driver was seated in the vehicle. I didn't bother to ask him where he had been. I just wanted to go home. I wanted to erase Kingsley's kiss from my mind and bury it some place where I will never ever find the memory.

Knowing fully well that the bastard's father was also in the same hospital with my husband, I will just have to hope that I won't run into him again.

Diary, which kain wahala be dis now? This is one of the reasons why people are always advised to stay away from their ex. Emotions and forgotten feelings are prone to resurrect and they will just start flying everywhere like fireworks.

Any agent of the devil, in the form of Kingsley Ike, that is trying to put sand sand for my garri, anyone and anything and everything that is trying to cause commotion in my matrimonial bliss, I arrest you by the power of the holy ghost and bind you and cast you out in the name mighty name of Jesus!

Got to go diary.

Praise is expecting me at the clinic.

Later... Pray for us diary.

MDBrand:
Comman update na���

Drink garri and groundnut with chilled water. I am coming...

sarahs:
Weldone dear, very nice entertaining write up. Meanwhile, if you hug me, I will do more than Kingsley o...winks

Ah ah ah ah! Ye-pa-ri-pa! *hands-on-my-head*

Fannycfo:
I say ooinn!!! Shewrites you're doing well my dear..

*hugs*

The story continues...

Ann2012:
Kingsley no well at all
Thanks for the update

*winks*

Ann2012:
Kingsley no well at all
Thanks for the update

*winks*

Humbleness:
Thanks for the update dear

You're welcome