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SASSY AND SLAYING: DIARY OF A SINGLE NAIJA BABE
Episode 35

Dear diary,

8th May, 2017.

I am back! Did you miss me diary? I bet you did. I missed you too. So many things are happening at the same time. Good and bad things. But regardless, I know that God has taken control of everything.

We got a sad news at work during the week. My boss and his wife are still in critical conditions at the hospital, but their children passed on last weekend. Those lovely over-active children are no more. How would Mr Praise and his wife feel when they wake up and find out that their kids are no more. I cannot imagine what they would go through. I don’t even wish this kind of calamity on my worst enemy.

The bakery manager said we should keep praying for the Etadafes. I have not stopped praying for them. I just wish the children survived.

Thank God for good and efficient staff. The bakery is running smoothly. Mr Praise will be proud of us when he is discharged from the hospital. But, there is a sad atmosphere at my work place. No one is happy because of what our boss and family are passing through.

Hmmm... serious gbege happened in my compound this week o. One of the married women living on the first floor accused one of the single ladies living opposite my flat of sleeping with her husband and chasing him around town. The two women kept insulting themselves, out there in the open.

Before anyone could say Jack Robinson, they started to exchange blows. The married woman and the single lady fought to the extent that everyone stopped trying to separate or stop them.

Last, last, the woman’s husband was able to pull her away. Things have cooled off a bit in the compound, but these days, all the married women are looking at all the single ladies, myself included, like husband hunters. Na dem know. I am not after anyone’s husband. So, they better minus me from their list.

Yesterday evening, I was a bit down because I was thinking about my boss and his wife. It is a shame that their children are no more. Kingsley came to my apartment and met me in this sad mood. We joined hands together and prayed for my boss and his wife.

Then we went to the junction to get suya and soft drinks. We returned to my apartment and ate the meat with sliced bread. It was a good meal. I was stuffed.

We chatted for a while until I began to feel sleepy. Kingsley noticed. He decided to turn in for the night. I saw him off to the door and while we were exchanging “Goodnights” and “Sweet dreams”, our gazes locked.

I saw something in Kingsley’s eyes. I saw desire in his eyes and I was surprised. This guy really, really likes me and he finds me attractive. I was pleased. We are getting somewhere, aren’t we?

Something else happened. Or almost happened. While we were staring at each other, he leaned towards me, parted his lips and I am very sure that he was going to kiss me, but, those single ladies living opposite my flat chose that moment to open their dammed door. They came out, not greeting anyone, then strolled down the stair way.

Kingsley said goodnight again and left.

What do you think diary? I wonder what I would have done if he had kissed me. I wonder what it would have felt like. Oh lord!

Oh diary. I really, really like Kingsley Ike. I hope he gets over his ex soonest. I hope he asks me out soonest. I hope. I hope. I hope.

Oh...

veenessha:
Aunt shewrite forgive me for being a silent reader but the truth is I have been following your stories back to back. You are truly a gifted writer, I have learnt a lot from your stories.

I am happy you've learnt a lot. That's good news in my ears.

*hugs&kisses*

Palmerbarry:
Shewrites is a very matured writer, one of the best on Nairaland. She hardly write about 'happy-ever-after' kinda stories or the regular & predictable betrayal/payback ones.
She's so natural and I learn more from her stories.
One more thing: she's swift delivering updates, I'm impressed.

Awaiting more updates...

I am honoured. Thank you.

Vibesvbs:
[right][/right]nice one sister

*winks*

jenifer007:
Thank you shewrites

You're welcome

SASSY AND SLAYING: DIARY OF A SINGLE NAIJA BABE
Episode 34

Dear diary,

30th April, 2017.

I can’t remember the last time I cried so much in my entire life. It all seemed like a very bad dream. I went to work yesterday and just after our lunch break, the bakery manager arrived. He has never been late to work before, except when he was on office duties.

Mr. Bode gathered the entire staff and informed us that the owner of the bakery. Mr Praise Etadafe, his pretty wife and adorable kids were involved in a motor accident on their way back to Lagos. The family went home to celebrate the Easter holiday, but on their way back to Lagos, a trailer ran their vehicle off the express road!

Many of us wept. We are still crying o. Mr Bode said the entire family were battling for their lives in General Hospital in Ogun state. He asked us to put them in our prayers.

When I returned to my desk, the tears just kept flowing. My face was like a broken dam. Many of the staff could hardly concentrate on their work. We all pray that Mr. Praise and his family will recover speedily.

I cannot just imagine what their relatives and in-laws will be going through right now. I won’t be surprised if these evil people are involved. Why do they want to wipe out an entire family? This is one of the reasons why my mum stopped travelling home during the festive season. She still believes that her late husband was taken from her before his time. I cannot remember the last time my siblings and I went to our home town. My sister and brother had their traditional and court weddings right here in Lagos. They didn’t go home at all, regardless of the threats from our father’s side of the family. At the end of the day, they sent representatives to Lagos. Shikena! Who wan die?

When it is time for me to get married, I won’t go home either. I know that God has put his angels in charge over me, yet, I will not allow all these evil people to remember that I even exist. Out of sight is indeed out of mind.

I feel for our oga and his family. Especially those his kids that are not up to eighteen years.

It’s Saturday and I thank God that I can chill at home. Only the Bakers and the Sales Reps go to work on Saturdays. Someone is knocking on my door right now and I am sure that it is Kingsley.

He texted me this morning that he is coming to my place to eat his lunch. I have already made garri and melon soup with catfish. We will probably eat; watch some movies or gist till late in the night.

Kingsley and I are closer than before. I think he is still hurting. I think he really liked that babe that left him. But the girl no wan do again. Na her luck sha.

Many times, I have caught him looking at me one kind. I can tell that he has feelings for me. I will not lie, I have feelings for him too. He is a great guy. Someone that truly loves God and he is hardworking. In the near future, I can sense that he will make it, big time.

I like his kind of person. I think he is going to ask me out soonest. Probably once he is over that his ex. That girl really dealt with his self-esteem sha. Anyways, he will be back on his feet come what may.

Let me go and open the door diary. I will fill you in later.

Bye.

Ann2012:
Na real wa
Well done ma'am

Thanks

Patotelli:
Hmmmm!..... Finally am here. Been glued to my phone for a while nw. I did say a big kudos 2 u, its not easy dear. For everyone saying all the ill events Nwakaego going through is to much, i want to let u knw dis is what most pretty girls of her status eye dey see. May God be with us all. I pray a better husband 4 her.

#patotelli
@pattoski_aladin

*hugs*

royalguy123:
Good write ups, keep it up but the episode is too short,
more ink to your pen and more wisdom to continue keeping us entertained!!!!

Thanks

ukaface:
Now she's getting too desperate. Nice one shewrites,keep em coming ma

*winks*

DPricey1:
laslas, Ego don see husband
Thanks for the update ma'am

You're welcome...

SASSY AND SLAYING: DIARY OF A SINGLE NAIJA BABE
Episode 33

Dear diary,

18th February, 2017.

I am back diary! Did you miss me? I have been quite busy. Work and all, you know.

I received my first salary from Sweet Things Bakery. It feels good to be earning an income again. I have so many bills to sort out.

My new colleagues are okay sha. The manager, Bode Akintola, watches us like a hawk. Especially the bakers and the sales reps. We also have cleaners, drivers, Account officers, security guards, Office assistants, and the Personal Assistant to the owner of the bakery. That covers the whole staff, I think. Who did I leave out?

The staff are kind of nice and I have a good working relationship with them all. I have met the owner of the bakery, Mr. Praise Etadafe, a few times. I have also seen his wife and children. Lovely family.

The man has a chocolate brown skin, he is six feet tall, broad shouldered, very good looking and he is a believer. Me I envy the wife sha.

But, I don’t know wetin I do my oga o. The owner of the Bakery. Whenever he comes into the office, he frowns at me. Even if he comes in smiling or laughing, once he looks my way, he will just frown, turn to the next person and smile again. I am beginning to think that he doesn’t like me. Or maybe I remind him of someone he doesn't like. Or what do you think, diary?

I will just give him some space. I need my job.

Ddiary don’t ask me how I spent my Val’s day. It was none existent. As far as I am concerned. I might resume celebrating Val’s day once I start dating again or rather, when I meet Mr. Right.

I got back from work today and as I was heading towards the stairway, I heard Kingsley and his girlfriend talking loudly. His girlfriend was actually shouting at the top of her lungs. I heard everything she said.

“You call this wretched perfume a gift? Did I tell you that the one I am currently using has finished? Do you even know the kind of perf I use? This silly one you bought is ten times less the cost of my roll on. Talkabout my perf!”

I stood where I was nonplussed. When some of us do not have a man to call a boyfriend, this babe has a man she can call her own and she is here downgrading the gift he bought for her.

Some men don suffer sha. Some women don show men pepper. The lady said more. So much more I wanted to cover my ears, but aproko will not allow me.

“When your mates out there took their women to expensive restaurants to celebrate the Val’s day, you bought me a cheap perfume, four days late, for that matter.”

This lady sef. The guy might have been busy on Val’s day. At least, he still had it in mind and bought you a gift.

Honestly, I would have been equally upset if I didn’t receive a gift on Val’s day from my man, but I will understand if he was busy. I know that everyday is not Christmas.

“You think I can marry you, what do you even have? That useless car you own is not a car, but a wheel barrow. And this apartment is worse than a face me and face you room. I can never live here with you. God forbid! If I want to marry, my fiancé must have a jeep and own his own house, preferably a duplex in a choice part of town.”

The lady ranted. I placed my hands on my head because there was a time I used to think like her. Now, I know better. This lady doesn’t know the value of her man.

Kingsley was a hardworking guy with a good job. He lives in a one bedroom flat and he owns a Toyota corolla. How many bachelors can boast of that? How many of his peers can boast of what he has?

She has no idea that Kingsley has plans to build his own house first, before buying a better car. The guy knows what he wants. This lady lacks patience. This is how many ladies have lost the man they were supposed to spend the rest of their lives with.

This lady went on and on and whenever Kingsley tried to talk, she shut him up. At the end of the day, she broke up with him and left.

I felt so, so sad for him. I wish I could go in there and console him, but, I went upstairs and entered my flat.

It is a good thing that Kingsley is currently single again. God willing, something might work out between us. Who knows? Let’s see how it goes. I am going to be very positive. No negative thoughts must enter my mind.

It's late diary. I need to sleep now, so that I can wake up early enough for work tomorrow morning.

Talk to you later.

Night night Diary.

Sunisonflex39:
thank you..... oya update sharperly

After house chores... I dey come

Sunisonflex39:
ohhhh not again...

waiting be this qwanu

Don't worry now, Your Princess Beauty is out there *winks*

favch:
maybe the second husband shey

Hahahaha...

Sunisonflex39:
Shewrites. Holy Spirit told me you will be my wife..

Awww...
Am married with 2 kids already.

Sunisonflex39:
na like this I want make e end o.. Shewrite.. I am waiting

Hahaha...

jummy604:
Babe is now humble from hod to receptionist. mad o!@op you too much but please reduce the suffering

Hmmm....

skubido:
Thanks for the update

You're welcome

SASSY AND SLAYING: DIARY OF A SINGLE NAIJA BABE
Episode 32

Dear diary,

17th January, 2017.

Happy New Year Diary!

So many things have happened and I am going to fill you in. Just sit back, relax and enjoy.

Even though I wasn’t looking forward to the Christmas holiday, I had a splendid time.

Remember that my new neighbour, Kingsley Ike, the guy that gave me some foodstuffs. In addition, my siblings sent me some cash as well. My bank account turned from zero naira to 50k. I was so, so excited.

I visited my mum and I spent the New Year Eve and the New Year day with her. She gave me some foodstuff too and some money when I left. I was blown away. Now I have enough food in my kitchen to take me through some weeks.

I clocked 29 years some days ago. This is a scary age for me because it reminds me that I am approaching 30 sooner than I want. My mum isn’t helping matters, because, since my brother got married, she automatically assumed that I would follow suit.

Yes, my brother is now married. It was a beautiful wedding. My sister and her husband returned from Dubai in time for the wedding. It was a grand occasion. My brother and his pretty wife are presently in Obudu Cattle Ranch, on their honeymoon.

I wonder where I would go for my honeymoon after my wedding ceremony. It all depends on how rich my hubby is. The amount in his pocket will also determine if we remain in the country or zoom somewhere abroad to catch some fun.

And oh yes diary, I got a job! Finally!

I will be starting work tomorrow. How did it happen? Let me tell you.

I strolled into a bakery in my area some weeks back and submitted my CV. Sweet Things Bakery called me for an interview the very next day and I got employed as a receptionist.

The salary is quarter of my former salary at Sky Light Properties, but it doesn’t matter. As long as I can take care of myself and foot my bills, I am contented. God will take care of the rest.

I am told I will resume at 8 am and close at 6pm between Monday and Friday.

Kingsley, my new neighbour and I are more cordial now. Let’s say, we are now friends. He has been to my flat twice as much as I have been in his. Yesterday, I was kind of bored. I decided to go to his place, but when I got there, I saw him hugging and kissing a lady.

They were in his sitting room. I have never seen the lady before. It confirms my earlier suspicion that Kingsley was in a committed relationship. The girl was pretty sha.

I went back to my apartment feeling kinda sad. Yes, sad. Why? I like Kingsley. I will not lie. But he isn’t available. I wish he was. Anyways, I better stop day-dreaming about him henceforth.

The bakery I work with makes coconut, butter and wheat bread. They are very nice. I have tasted their varieties of bread. They also make cakes too. I am a cake lover. I hope I don’t end up spending my salary on cakes. Sweet Things Bakery cakes are out of this world. Kudos to the bakers.

The former receptionist that used to work at the bakery got married and moved to another state with her husband. That left out the vacancy I was opportuned to see. The bakery has a nice working environment. The manager of the Bakery seemed cordial with the staff. He told me that the Bakery was owned by a married man with two kids. Our boss lived in Ilupeju and he comes to the office thrice in a week. The distance between Papa Ajao and Ilupeju wasn’t that far. Especially for people that drive. I miss owning a car sha.

If I try to save done cash, I don't know how long it will take me to save the amount I need to buy another car. It is well. I can manage for now.

Abi, diary?

It's a new year and I am hoping for lots of good things and a better life.

Got to go.

Later dairy.

Sunisonflex39:
interesting I must say... hope this new guy will nor chop his own and clean mouth.i am expecting to hear that you guys sat down, you told him all about your past life and he still chose to stay n love u unconditionally..


and Las Las. u guys got married

Lol... sweet

SASSY AND SLAYING: DIARY OF A SINGLE NAIJA BABE
Episode 31

Dear diary,

16th December, 2016.

The Christmas season is here again. But, diary, I am not in the celebration mood.

Why? I am still jobless, penniless and I am not happy. My accounts are blinking red! I do not have any source of income and this is depressing. The only thing going for me now is the fact that God’s got my back.

I know and I believe that He will sort me out pretty soon. But, it is not easy to wait on God. I do not have a choice in this matter. It is either God or nothing. If He can’t do it for me, no one else can. I have decided to stick with Him. I do not have a plan B. My plan A and my only plan is to allow God, the one I have surrendered my life to, to take complete control.

My sister and her husband are on a trip to Dubai. It’s like a second honey moon for them. I guess they will enjoy their Christmas and New Year holiday. My brother called earlier to inform me that he will be going to his fiancée’s parents’ home to introduce himself to her family.

My brother is getting married at the beginning of next year. I am so, so happy for him. But, that leaves me as the only single child of my mother. I am so, so in trouble. That woman will never let me rest now. Once she is done with preparing for my brother’s wedding, she will definitely pounce on me.

Maybe I will just avoid her. But is it easy to avoid one’s mother?

The married couples living on the ground floor of my building have moved out. I heard that one of the couples built their own house in Ikorodu, while the other family relocated to Abuja. I do not know how true this is. But, the flats weren’t vacant for too long. A bachelor and an elderly couple have moved into the empty apartments.

The guy seemed nice from afar and he has very good looks. You won’t believe how single girls living in our neighbourhood flocked around this guy. I thought he would have slept with most of them by now, but surprisingly, he gave them all a wide breth.


I am guessing that he is a religious person. I am also suspecting that he is in a serious relationship. The guy greets me whenever we run into each other. His name is Kingsley, Kingsley Ike. He is quite friendly and he talks to everyone in the compound.

Some days ago, something unexpected happened. I wanted to make lunch, jollof rice to be precise, but I didn’t have enough ingredients. I had two cups of rice, about a quarter of a litre of vegetable oil and salt. I ran out of maggi, curry, thyme and dry pepper last weekend. I had no cash on me and I was very hungry.

I sent my siblings text messages. They replied, promising to send me some cash before Christmas. I was sad because I needed money that hour.

For the first time in a very long time, I decided to go to my neighbours and ask for condiments. Oh diary, I was so, so ashamed.

When I got to the door of the single ladies, I knocked and one of them answered. She didn’t even allow me to finish talking. She bluntly told me that they didn’t have whatever I was asking for and she slammed the door in my face!

Can you imagine? Was it because I came to ask for something? It is not their fault. It is my fault. If only they know that no condition is permanent.

I went to meet the bachelors living on the second floor. The brothers were just being naughty. One of them said if I allowed him to touch my coconuts, he will give me a packet of maggi. The other one said if I allowed him to grab and squeeze my buttocks, he will dash me 5k. He dey mad?

Those guys were just rotten. I declined and they retreated into their flat. The other bachelors were no better. One of them said if we had a quickie, he would give me access to their kitchen and the other guy said if I accepted to date him, I will not lack anything.

I left in annoyance. The married couples were worse. They didn’t even open their doors. They spoke to me from inside their flats. Once the women discovered what I wanted, they stopped talking to me.

What kind of human beings do I have as neighbours set? I just felt hopeless that day. I went to the elderly couple’s apartment, but they were not home. I stood at Kingsley’s door and I was unsure. Should I knock or go back to my flat and cook the rice like that? After all, it is still food and I wouldn't die.

Kingsley Ike was my newest neighbour. What will he think of me? I almost left, but I felt a prompting in my spirit. I took a deep breath and knocked. He opened the door and allowed me to come in. We chatted for a while, then I asked for what I needed to cook my rice.

The guy went into his kitchen and returned with a big sack. He told me that the Holy spirit laid it in his heart to give me everything in the sack!

I was surprised. When I got back to my flat and opened the sack, I was short of words. I found 3 big tubers of yam, 5kg rice, 2kg semolina, 2kg wheat, 2kg garri, a module or so of beans, some cups of melon, ogbono, crayfish, dry pepper, Okra, dried fish, frozen fish, 3litre bottle of vegetable and palm oil and a full chicken! Frozen chicken!

That’s not all o diary. I also found tomato, red bell pepper, and the small ones, with onions. The combination was enough for me to make a pot of stew. I also found sachets of salt, curry, thyme and maggi. And surprisingly, an envelope that contained ten thousand naira!

Oh Diary, I was blown away.

God used someone I barely knew to surprise me. I cried o. Yes, I cried. It was tears of joy. It just made me realize that God indeed has my back. It confirms that I am not alone. It shows that God can use anyone and anything to reach and bless me.

Diary, I cooked my heart out that day. Even now, I still have enough food stuff in my kitchen. All thanks to Kingsley Ike. The guy who allowed God to use him. God bless you my brother. I pray that you will never lack food in Jesus name.

Oh diary, now, I am back in the mood of the Christmas celebration.

Let's go there!

SASSY AND SLAYING: DIARY OF A SINGLE NAIJA BABE
Episode 30

Dear diary,

14th November, 2016.


I can’t believe it is November already. This year has almost gone o! I know I have not been writing diary. I am so, sorry. Things have not been nice over here. I have being job hunting for the past three months, yet, no employment. I am so, so, so frustrated right now.

Something happened to me recently and I am so, so, so ashamed of talking about it. But now I know better.

This is something that would have been avoidable. Let me spill the beans. I will talk. I am taking a deep breath noe. You are the only one I can really open up to diary.

Some weeks ago, I met Clara somewhere in town. Do you remember Clara? My former colleague at Sky Light Properties. The second slay queen in our office. I bet you remember her now.

When I saw her, she looked different. She was prettier and everything she was putting on spoke volumes. Her hair extension, dress, shoes, hand bag and jewellery looked expensive. If I do mental calculation, I can bet she was clad in about five hundred ‘k’ plus.

She told me that she was now working in a new company and she earned triple her last salary. She also said that she would be getting married pretty soon, but not to Benson.

What happened to Benson? I thought both of them were quite close before they left sky light properties.

What do I know? It’s their business, not mine. She went on to explain that her new found success was as a result of a spiritualist she was introduced to by a friend.

Spiritualist kwa? What’s she talking about? The image that came to my mind was one of those Indian Buddhist.

I told her bluntly that I do not patronize such people. I was sold out for Jesus Christ 100%. She said the man was also a born-again Christian. And that he was very gifted. She said if I was ready, she would take me to his church.

When I heard church, I relaxed. Maybe he was a true man of God, I thought to myself. We fixed a date and exchanged numbers.

Well, I thought if the spiritualist/Man of God could help Clara, he would probably be able to help me too. On the D-day, Clara and I met and she took me to the man’s place. The building looked like a church versus a clinic versus a home, all rolled up in one.

I saw several young guys who acted as guards, cooks, cleaners, etc. They were everywhere. When I finally saw the man of God, he was younger than I thought. He was dark skinned, very slim and about six feet. If I am not mistaken, he should be in his early forties or late thirties. Anyways, age isn’t a determinant of the power of God upon anyone’s life.

The man told me that God has already answered my prayers, but I need to come during the night hour to pray. That sounds like a vigil. I wasn’t a fan of any form of vigils. He also said I needed to sow the sum of fifty thousand naira, as a sacrificial seed to God.

N50,000! That was a lot of money to me. If I add all the cash I have in my savings and current accounts together, it wasn’t up to point five mills. I needed every kobo I had. Money doesn’t grow on trees.

Why must I sow a seed sef? This vigil and this compulsory seed wasn’t going down well with me. But after Clara encouraged me, I decided to part with the money, and return in the evening for the prayer section. If it worked for Clara, it will definitely work for me too.

That same day, I returned to the man’s church. I was made to wait at the reception until it was about ten that night. One of the male servants led me into a hall. I saw the man of God with two other women, praying profusely. I was relieved because I wouldn’t be alone with him.

I joined them. We sang and prayed and sang some more till way past midnight. One of the male servants brought a tray of tiny snacks and red wine in tiny cups. The man of God blessed it. He said as we take part in the Holy Communion, God would open the windows of heaven and rain down his blessings on us.

We ate the snacks. It tasted like a cross breed of Agege bread and fish roll. Then we drank what looked like red wine. It tasted like a mixture of zobo drink and tasty time.

The singing and praying commenced. The last thing I remembered was that I began to feel dizzy. The man of God kept shouting that the Holy Ghost was descending. Then I blacked out. When I opened my eyes, I saw the man of God, he was squeezing my coconuts! I wanted to scream, but I blacked out again.

The next time I opened my eyes, I saw the two women that wweres praying along with us. They were lying a bit far away from me, and it seemed like they were fast asleep. Then I noticed something. My jean trouser had been pulled down to my knees! My undies had been yanked off and the so called man of God was panting, sweating, whilst he drove into me! I couldn’t cry o diary. I couldn’t speak. Then I blacked out again.

When I opened my eyes again, I noticed that I was fully clothed, but I felt very sore down there. My honey pot was badly bruised! The fake man of God had his way with me, whilst I was in a drugged state.

That moment, I realized that I could move. Whatever they put in the Holy Communion they gave us must be wearing off, I thought. I staggered to my feet and looked around me. Those women were still lying down and I wondered if they had been drugged and raped too.

I became very angry and upset. All these so called false men of God are the reasons why Christianity has become a disdained way of life.

These people are giving genuine Christians bad names. I am highly disappointed that Clara introduced me to a fake man of God. A powerless spiritualist who was taking advantage of desperate women. I wanted my money back and I was determined not to leave the premises until I had my pound of flesh.

I walked around until I found the man’s office. He smiled once he saw me. He said he had a vision that the Holy Ghost descended on me while we were praying. I flared up! Which Holy Ghost? Holy Wetin?!

I told the man that I was going to sue his ass. I was going to have him arrested because he raped me. No Holy Ghost descended. God doesn’t sleep with his children. Only sex-starved fake prophets like him were capable of doing such atrocities. I told him that I wasn’t going anywhere until my money was returned.

Within the twinkle of an eye, two hefty men came into the man’s office and they whisked me out. They threw me into the street and a motor bike almost ran me down! These people were merciless and I pray that they meet their nemesis sooner than later.

I tried calling Clara, but till this very day, her number remained switched off! I cannot begin to explain how I felt that day and how I feel now.

I should have known better. I should have remained in my house, trusting God to settle all that concerned me. There is no harm going to meet one man or woman of God for counseling and extra prayers, but, one must be very vigilant. There are so many fake believers out there. So many fake men and women of God.

I take the 100% blame sha. I am wiser now. I am still job hunting diary. My accounts will soon start blinking red. Where am I going to run to? It is only my faith in God I have now.

God, satisfy me early with you mercies o! Biko! Chineke mo!

Later diary.

importantperson:
See the way i rush, i think say food don land

Lol...
Food is ready...

Smallboy01:
Intriguing story, i must confess your storyline is pinpoint.
I Wanna ask a question, "IS THIS DIARY FROM YOUR REAL LIFE STORY OR PURELY FICTION?

Thanks...

True life of some personal persons plus fiction.

ukaface:
Nawa o
This girl has gone through a lot,at some point,I blamed her,at another I felt pity for her.Nawa o.

That her pussy go Don be like well o, is she the only one? Abi she carry ' rape me' or 'torment me ' signboard for head.shuuuuu
She should hurry and go for deliverance o

Hmmm... story of some people my sister...

Munzy14:
How much u give seun and his team...
Back to back FP every 2-3months...

Hahahahhaaa...
Na God o...

Elipsis:
Im curious. Is this a true life story? If this is true, Nwakego is one brutally messed up lady.

True life sugar coated with fiction

schendy:
Well done @OP,

My observations though ", why rape everytime?, I want to believe if you have been raped once, you would fight with the mindset of "if I perish, I perish, this rubbish won't repeat itself" when you find yourself in another rape situation.

What happened to kicking his balls very hard, hitting his head with plate he served you chicken with, dipping fingers deeply into his eye and ripping the eyeballs out......etc.
........just thinking out loud........

Thanks...

From a true experience of a friend, as a fellow tigress, she would have used her finger nails to design her rapist's face, but according to her, the punches he gave her on her shoulders and thighs weakened her physically... her hands and legs turned to jelly and she couldn't fight him off...

All she could do was scream and beg... but... he didn't listen.

The rapist was a friend.

Simeonjoe1:
This story na gbege o e pass nollywood ... From one tragedy to another,
Sometimes you wonder if people love this kind lives

Hmmm...