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Laeroy:
@SheWrites bless my children and I for Christmas...

God will surprise us all this xmas

Chukapage:
funny thing is the moment korede entered the picture I just knew that somehow wether rape or consensual something nasty was going to happen I predicted it ,it happened if to sey na bet now I don cash out

lol...

NSK4U:
SHEWRITES HAS ALWAYS BEEN MY BEST WRITER HERE, CAN SPEND ANYTHING TO READ ANY OF HER PIECE.

GOD BLESS SHEWRITES.

*hugs*

favch:
wow, I love the sound of that,*after the storm*
can't wait to see that moment, well-done ma'am

*hugs*

uchesmith14:
What do u want for Christmas? @SheWrites

Mail me or WhatsApp me

aprilwise:
Thanks for the update back to back updates. What do you want for Christmas?

Let's chat on WhatsApp

How many days to Christmas?
Me, am expecting Christmas gifts from you people o...
WhatsApp or email me when you're ready to send me a gift *winks*

SASSY AND SLAYING: DIARY OF A SINGLE NAIJA BABE
Episode 29

Dear diary,

15th August, 2016.


Longest time, right? It is not my fault diary.

Things have gone hay wire on my side o! Just imagine what happened to me when I resumed work. I got sacked!

Can you imagine? Sky Light Properties walked me out of their establishment. On the premise that I failed in my official duties. All because I was absent from work for five days. Haba!

I know that Mr. Nosa has his hands, legs and brain in this. I won’t be surprised if he was the master-mind behind my termination at work.

If he thinks I would come crawling back to him, he better think again. He can go and hug the nearest transformer for all I care.

I have been out of work for two weeks straight and I am not finding it funny at all. Sky Light Properties collected their official car and paid me off. The money I have in my salary account, plus the balance of the money Korede’s uncle gave me, it’s not much. I don’t know how I am going to survive. I pray I find another job pretty soon. Diary pray for me ooo.

I have given my sister, her husband and my brother my CVs. I just hope that they will be able to help out. This is my situation now diary. I have committed my challenges into God’s hands and I know that the He will come through for me.

Let me gist you about my new neighbours. I am getting to know them little by little, now that I have some free time in my hands.

The single ladies living opposite my flat have a flock of big gods around them. These men fund their luxury lifestyle. Most weekends, they are never home. Probably on one trip or the other.

The bachelors living on the second floor change women like toilet paper. I have never seen them with a steady girlfriend. The rate at which ladies hover around them is alarming. These girls are in for the shock of their lives if they think that these men were going to settle down with them.

The married couples living on the ground floor and on the first floor are closely knitted. The women are best of friends, while the men are almost always together. These women watch us, the single ladies, in the compound with eagle eyes. They protect their husbands like mother hens. If only they knew the kind of games these men play in the neighbourhood.

These married men have asked me out, one after the other and I have seen them in dark corners, with young girls in our street! Stupid men who should be thinking of their families. They should all be ashamed of themselves.

I am sticking to God and nothing is going to change that.

During the week, I saw Korede and his new wife on the front cover of a fashion magazine. I didn’t feel hatred towards him anymore. I think I have found it in my heart to finally forgive him. Although, I have not entirely forgotten what he did. I have come to terms with everything.

I also saw Nasir, my former neighbour, on an ATM queue, somewhere in town. I am still angry at him. I know I will have to forgive him too. I am working on it sha.

Now that my elder sister is married, my mum has been harassing my brother and me concerning when we were also going to get married. My brother is better off because he has already seen the lady he wants to spend the rest of his life with. Me on the other hand, I don’t even have a boyfriend, talk about someone that wants to marry me.

Mumsie should just free us abeg. Marriage is not heaven biko.

I have committed these area of my life into God’s hands. I know that my Prince charming is out there and he will find me in due time and season. I can’t wait! I can still remember the look on my sister’s face, as she danced with her husband at their wedding reception. It was so evident that she was happy. I want to be happy too. I do not want to rush into anything that will make me gloomy for the rest of my life.

Phew…. I am hungry. Need to make lunch.

Talk to you later diary.

Mwah!

jenifer007:
I love the updates....thank you shewrites

You're welcome

PrudySara:
Thank God for your life Nwakaego... I hope your repentance now is real. If not, I'll have to agree that there's something wrong with you.

Thanks for the update SheWrites!

*hugs*

uchesmith14:
Thanks for the update @SheWrites ❤️

*winks*

Eberex:
Make God no allow me meet this kind of girl o

Hmmmmmm...

SASSY AND SLAYING: DIARY OF A SINGLE NAIJA BABE
Episode 28

Dear diary,

1st August, 2016.


Oh diary... how I have missed writing out everything I go through. I have been MIA for reasons that words can't describe. I will tell you all about it.

Two weeks ago, what I feared most happened to me. That cursed day was the scariest day of my life since I was born. Oh diary, you needed to be there. You won't believe what I went through. It was... it was despicable and nightmarish.

I woke up early on that particular day, prepared for work and by the time I was ready, my car refused to start. I tried calling my mechanic, but his phone was switched off.

I abandoned the car and tried calling my taxi driver friend. He didn’t pick my calls but sent a text that he was taking a client to the airport. I had no other choice than to head to the nearest bus stop. I met a lot of people at the bus stop. Some boarded bikes, while more than a dozen others fought for the buses that strolled by every ten, fifteen minutes.

I hated the fact that I was going to be late for work. I didn’t want to fight my way into a bus. I didn’t want to get stained, ruffled or bruised. I would have stopped a motor bike, but the thought of so many accidents I had seen stopped me.

Lucky enough, I got on a bus and the conductor gave me a good seat beside the window. I don’t know how or when, but I dozed off! I don’t know how long I slept, but by the time I woke up the sun was setting and the bus was in the middle of nowhere! I looked around and I saw some of the bus passengers, weeping profusely, while the rest were still asleep.

“Where are we?” I asked the bus conductor. But the young man ignored me. I tried to get the attention of the bus driver, but someone pulled me back to my seat and pointed a rifle at me.

My heart jumped into my mouth. I froze and I remained still and quiet… Right then and there, I knew that we have been kidnapped. I entered the wrong bus and only God knew where we were been taken to.

The bus stopped in a very thick bush.

The driver, the conductor and one other man dragged every passenger out of the bus and led us into a dark forest. Many people kept on crying. I was so afraid and I peed on myself thrice. They collected our bags, phones and everything we had on us.

A medium size hut came into view and there was a big fire burning right in front of it. I saw a man in his sixties, covered up in white paint, maybe chalk, I don't know. He had a red wrapper tied to his waist and a funny looking red cap on his head. A long leafy branch was sticking out of his mouth and he looked very scary.

No one needs to tell me that he was an herbalist. Oh diary, I think I fell into the hands of ritualists that day.

There were so many other people by the hut, tied to a tree. I saw children, teenagers, men and women. They looked sad and depressed. The herbalist ordered the driver to tie us up along with the rest of the people under the tree.

A man bolted and a woman followed. The conductor shot them and they both fell down. I think they died. I saw them covered in their own pool of blood and my tummy lurched. I was ready to throw up the cornflakes I ate that morning.

One by one, the driver and the conductor led a passenger to the herbalist. Once the old man places the leafy branch on your head, he will make some incantations, then cut off the person’s head!

People started to shout and cry again. We saw heads rolling on the ground. We saw bodies piled up at a corner. It was a gruesome and terrible sight. I threw up four times. I was so, so scared. I was afraid. I knew that I was going to die that day.

I thought about my twenty eight years on planet earth. I thought about my family. The few friends I had. The money in my account. The clothes in my wardrobe. The food in my kitchen. I thought about a lot of silly things. And it dawned on me. Life is short. Wealth and riches will always come and go.

The only thing that matters is our relationship with our maker. I thought about my relationship with God and I began to cry. I knew I wasn’t close to him as I should be. I was afraid that if I died that day, I might end up in hell.

I didn’t want to suffer on earth, die and go and suffer in eternity. I started to ask God for forgiveness. I apologized for every wrong thing I had done. The terrible ways I had lived. I prayed and asked him to take me straight to heaven when I die that night.

I re-dedicated my life to God and accepted Jesus as my Lord and personal saviour. I have done this before, but this time around, I knew exactly what I was doing. I surrendered my life totally to God.

If I ever survived from this disaster that befell me, I was ready to live the rest of my entire life for God. But, if I died, I hoped to be with him in eternity.

When it got to my turn, the old man placed the leafy branch on my head and he began to make incantations. I kept on crying. I closed my eyes, but all I could see was the dozens of rolling heads.

The herbalist pushed me aside and he started to insult and shout at the driver and the conductor. He called them blind bats, telling them that they brought him what he couldn’t use. He ordered the conductor to take me away and throw my body far, far away.

The conductor pulled me up and led me towards the dark forest. Some meters away from the hut, the conductor slipped and fell. His rifle accidentally went off and the bullet ripped his stomach into bloody chunks.

I took to my heels. I didn’t stop running until I got to a major road. I saw people moving around. I saw a bus park, then a filling station. Then I saw a sign post.

Oh diary…. You won’t believe where I found myself.

Akute! I was in Akute! That’s like a border town between Lagos and Ogun state.

I started to cry and thank God for delivering me. I thanked Him for rescuing me and I thought about the other victims. I approached people until someone listened to me.

He took me to the nearest police station and I tried to describe where I was taken to, to the D.P.O. The woman thanked me and told me that they would investigate and try to rescue the others.

The Good Samaritan that took me to the police station gave me a thousand naira. I thanked him and I boarded a bus heading to Lagos mainland. I prayed profusely, hoping that I wasn’t entering another wrong bus.

I got to Oshodi-oke, safe and sound.

I stopped a bike and directed him to my street in Papa ajao. I got home at exactly midnight.

I was physically drained, emotionally exhausted and psychologically traumatized. I sat in my living room till day break. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t do anything. I kept seeing the rolling human heads. And I couldn’t stop crying.

Once the sun rose, I drove to my mum’s place. She cried when I narrated everything I had been through. She bathed me and spoon fed me. She also prayed for me and thanked God for saving me.

My siblings came to see me that evening. My sister wept and my brother was sad and angry at the same time.

I fell ill that night. My temperature shot high and I had aches all over my body. I couldn’t sleep for three days straight and my mum kept on praying for me.

Towards the weekend, I regained my strength. The fever left and I began to eat again.

My mum wasn’t happy because I lost a lot of weight. I am just happy that I was alive.

The following week, I got a mail from the office. I had been suspended because I was off duty for a whole week without reason.

God punish Sky Light Properties. Did they know what I had been through? They didn’t even ask. They just suspended me for a whole week!

Mr. Nosa called that same day and told me that he can help me to rectify the situation if I agreed to be his side chick. I told him no! I have just renewed my relationship with God and nothing is going to make me to go back to my vomit.

I am supposed to resume work tomorrow. I don’t know what’s going to happen. I pray and hope that God will settle everything for me. I have decided to put all my trust in Him. I am leaving mum’s place today. She has really taken good care of me. I love my mother.

I am dozing o diary.

Long yawn...

Talk to you later.

uchesmith14:
Las Las na STD's go end your matter!





Thumbs up @SheWrites ❤️��

*winks*

SASSY AND SLAYING: DIARY OF A SINGLE NAIJA BABE
Episode 27

Dear diary,

17th July, 2016.

Hello stranger…

Oh diary, I didn’t abandon you. I have just been joggling life as it comes.

I am back in the country and I have moved out of my former apartment, into a new flat. It is a one bedroom apartment. Right in the heart of Papa Ajao. This is a big step up for me.

My flat is in a three storey building and I am on the third floor. There are eight one bedroom flats in the building. Two flats on the ground floor, two on the first floor, and two flats on the second and third floor.

I have new neighbours! Weird right? Not entirely sha.

I am going to miss the only couple in my former compound, Thomas and Ivie. I think I will miss Cassandra too. She helped me to pack and arrange and sell my properties whilst I was out of town. That girl collected a chunk in the name of commission, but I didn’t mind. I wanted to be as far as possible from Gbenro. I have already blocked his phone numbers and I have blocked him from all social media platforms too. That guy will never see my break light in a million years.

I might miss Itoro and Timi’s drama, but I am glad that I will be free from their bi-weekly fights and quarrels. Thank God I won’t have to see Nasir again. May God punish him wherever he is. I will not miss Prince at all. It is women that will eventually kill him. I am so sure of that.

Bro. Sam moved out of my former compound long before I planned to. Did I tell you? It was after the saga between his choir sister lover who got pregnant and the elders in his church. I wonder how they resolved the issue.

Right here in my new compound, I don’t know my new neighbours yet. It seems everyone is working, because I see them leave the house as early as I do and return as late as I do and some very late in the night.

On the third floor, my flat is opposite another, housed by two unfriendly single ladies. They come and go, carrying their faces. I stopped greeting them when they didn't answer my greetings.

On the second floor, the two flats are occupied by bachelors. I think in one of the flats, they are brothers, because they look alike, but in the other flat, I think they are friends. They have no physical resemblance at all.

On the first floor, both apartments are occupied by married couples with children and the flats on the ground floor is also occupied by married couples. They ain’t friendly either. The men relates with us as if they are our grandfathers and the women watch us like hawks.

I tire for this new house o! May be with time, I will get to know who my neighbours are but, for now, I am just thankful that I am safe, sound and intact.

Next time, I will really size up whoever I want to go out with. I don’t want to end up with another Gbenro. But how was I supposed to know that he was a devil's incarnate? They no dey right am for head na.

God help me.

Today is Sunday and I am thinking of visiting mumsie. My sister texted that she will be visiting with her husband. My brother is also going to be there with his girlfriend.

Maybe I might change my mind. I don’t want my mum to start harassing me again concerning marriage.

I might as well drive out and catch some fun. I am one of the few people that own a car in this compound. See levels. Hahahaha!

Got to go diary.

Talk to you later.

Ann2012:
Serious wahala for Nwakego
Thanks for the update

*winks*

favch:
op pls pity Ego small na, she has and is going through a lot

more than 3 rapes in less than a year,Kia

more power to your elbow

*hugs*

That's the story of some people on planet earth...
But after the storm... the sun always glow beautifully...

BlizzydoDo:
Well done Shewrites, but I can't relate to this story now sha.

Can't imagine anyone will intentionally go through all this stuff & make no intentional effort to do something about it.

Hmmm...

When push comes to shove, the Mountain will surely seek out Mohammed. *winks*

kikiwendy:
Okay I don't know who Ego offended but she really needs to do 7days dry fasting and pray every midnight with oil, bible, salt, chalk, water, alligator pepper, cane and kolanut for proper deliverance.

Hahahahaha...

This solution has passed be careful...

jenifer007:
Thank you she writes for the beautiful update....you are a genius

*hugs*

All glory to God

izaray:
Hmmm...This girl is in trouble
Thanks for the plenty updates ma'am

You're welcome

useed:
4 new episodes in a day....thanks @ she writes

*winks*

importantperson:
I can hold it any more i have to comment.

Ego you really need to sit your mother down for questioning. haaa!!! who do you naa?


i love you shewrites. God bless you, you too much, your writting is superb.

*hugs&kisses*

SASSY AND SLAYING: DIARY OF A SINGLE NAIJA BABE
Episode 26

Dear diary,

19th June, 2016.

Guess where I am right now, diary.

I am in my hotel room in Dubai. I am on a well-deserved three weeks annual leave. I so need to clear my head and make a lot of plans concerning my future. So many things have happened. Things I would rather not remember. Terrible and unfortunate things.

Oh diary… why do the nasty things keep happening to me? What did I ever do wrong? Who did I offend? I am beginning to think I am cursed or worse. Maybe I should sit my mum down and ask questions. Did something go wrong while she was pregnant for me?

Let me tell you everything that happened to meme in the last couple of days, diary.

On Friday night, after work, I had my bags packed already. I left my car at home and sent for my taxi driver friend, so that he could pick me up and take me to the airport.

On our way, I got a call from Gbenro. He wanted to see me. I didn’t want to see him. As far as I was concerned, the relationship was over. I told him that I was on my way to the airport and I promised to see him the following week. That was a lie. I knew I would keep posting him until he got tired of calling me.

The guy kept on begging. He said we must see that night, or else, he won’t believe that I had forgiven him. I decided to take the bull by the horns. I decided to tell him face to face that it was over between us.

I told my taxi driver to take me to Gbenro’s place, from there; we will head to the airport. The guy grumbled, till I promised him double the fare.

When we got to Gbenro’s place, I left my bags in the taxi and went into his apartment. Gbenro was happy to see me. He apologized for everything he had done to me and he promised that things will change hence forth.

I wasn’t convinced. I didn't waste a breath before telling him that it was over between us. He started to plead, but my mind was made up. When he realized that I was adamant about my decision, he got upset.

He called me so many unprintable names and I retaliated. I cursed him and his generations unborn. When I made to leave, he pulled me back, dragged me into his bedroom and locked the door.

I ran to the window and tried to get the attention of my taxi driver, but, Gbenro got to him first. He told the driver to return my bags to my apartment and he paid for my fare. I shouted and screamed, but the driver didn’t hear me.

I panicked. I had a feeling that Gbenro wasn’t going to allow me go anywhere that night. I shivered at the thought of what he would do to me. I prayed and asked God to rescue me. I wanted God to get me out of the danger I found myself.

My phones were in my bag and it was in the taxi! There was no way I could call anyone. I knew I was in trouble. I was in a very hot soup.

About an hour or more later, Gbenro unlocked the bedroom door and he walked in with two guys. I recognised their faces. I saw them at my sister’s wedding reception. They must be Gbenro's friends. I cursed the day I met this useless guy. This son of the devil that has decided to make my life miserable.

Oh diary…. I saw hell that Friday night. Gbenro told me that I was “his” for the rest of my life. He said it was impossible for me to end the relationship with him. And he swore that he will never ever let me go.

What kind of person was this now? Is it by force to date you? This guy is worse than a parasite! He is a blood sucking leech that will eventually die a miserable death.

In the twinkle of an eye, the three of them tied me up and they took turns in having their way with me. I was bruised in there! My honey pot was badly bruised! Front, back and center! I passed out twice and woke up in an hospital, that same night.

The nurse that came into my room told me that my boyfriend and his friends were waiting for me at the reception. I started to cry. I knew that Gbenro and his friends brought me to the hospital. And if they succeeded in taking me back to Gbenro’s place, I might not survive whatever they had planned out for me.

I cried and told the nurse that Gbenro was my ex and he and his friends held me against my will. She didn’t believe me. I told her to check my honeypot and my buttocks. The nurse did and screamed when she saw the extent of my injury.

She wanted to call the doctor. She wanted to alert the hospital security guards. She wanted to call the police. I told her to do whatever she must do, but first, she needed to help me escape without being seen. She agreed and snuck me out of the hospital.

She got me a cab and I returned home. I took a quick shower, got my bags and off to the airport. Thank God I didn’t miss my flight. Even if I did, I planned to remain at the airport till I got another flight to Dubai.

Here I am diary, its Sunday noon and I am in my hotel room, resting. Cassandra called me earlier to inform me that Gbenro came to our compound and broke into my apartment.

I told her to sell all my furniture and electronics. I told her to pack the rest of my clothes into a bag. When I return to the country, I will pick up my car, my clothes and the payment for everything she sold. I have already called an house agent and I told him to start looking for a new place for me.

It will be very risky to return to my old flat. The likes of Gbenro can be very unpredictable. I might have escaped from him once. But only God knows what next will happen to me if he is opportuned to kidnap me again.

Got to go now. I took some sleeping pills and pain relieving tablets. I don’t know how long it will take for my honey pot to heal. These terrible men had no mercy when they were pounding into me at will. I pray that calamity will befall Gbenro and his friends. From now till they end up six feet beneath.

I am yawning now.

Later diary…

Gettreadyy:
gbenro should be dealt with

Hmmmmmm...

PrudySara:
Nwakaego... it's a pity that you have no dignity whatsoever to preserve.
I just hope sex doesn't kill you!

Thanks for the update SheWrites!

*winks*

SASSY AND SLAYING: DIARY OF A SINGLE NAIJA BABE
Episode 25

Dear diary,

13th June, 2016.

I am dozing right now as I write diary. I am so, so tired. I am yawning now. My bones ache all over. I think I will take some pain killer pills before I sleep tonight. I think I still have either Felvin or Paracetamol tablets in my bag.

It’s being a very busy day for me. At work today, I was actually scared. After the weekend saga with Gbenro, I wasn’t sure if Mr. Nosa would still fulfil his part of the deal, even though he didn’t get to spend the whole weekend with me. I don't even know the extent of his injuries and I didn't call him when I arrived in Lagos on Sunday.

The man avoided me like a plague at work o. But, thank God, I found out that my name had been removed from the sack list. Mr. Nosa came through for me after all. I was replaced with Clara and Benson. I wasn't moved. I actually saw Clara crying like a baby in Benson’s arms. The girl was completely distraught.

I wasn’t remorseful at all. It was either them or me. I am so happy that I get to keep my job. This job that I have suffered for. Maybe now, Mr. Nosa will leave me alone. Now that he knows that I have a crazy boyfriend. A boyfriend that I want to sack.

I actually called Gbenro on Sunday night and I told him that it was over between us. The useless guy showed up at my doorstep this Monday evening, begging and pleading. Can you just imagine? He was begging me after what he did to me? After beating up my boss? After forcing himself on me and choking the life out of me?

I tried to dismiss him, but he refused to leave until he was convinced that I had forgiven him. Itoro and Cassandra came out of their apartments. They started to watch us as if we were acting a stage drama.

I was totally embarrassed. I had to lie to Gbenro and begged him to leave. I told him that I had forgiven him and I lied that we will work things out. I just wanted him to leave. He believed me and he left. I hurried back into my flat, before Itoro and Cassandra start to ask me Jamb questions. I was in no mood for chit-chat.

Diary, I need to act fast concerning this Gbenro guy. I don’t want to date him again o! Relationship is not by force. I need him out of my life ASAP.

I am yawning again right now. I am so sleepy. I wish today was Friday. I don’t want to go to work or anywhere else tomorrow.

I am going on my annual leave at the end of the week. I so need to unwind. Three beautiful weeks of rest. This is the antidote for all my many troubles.

Night night diary.

crislyn:
Ewoo...this girl must have offended some gods. Well done SheWrite, you never disappoint.

*hugs*

SASSY AND SLAYING: DIARY OF A SINGLE NAIJA BABE
Episode 24

12th June, 2016.

Dear Diary,

My week has been topsy-turvy diary, and the weekend was much worse. I got inside information that Skylight Properties was cutting down on their number of staff nationwide. My name was on the list! Can you imagine? I have given my very best to this company, yet, they added me to the band wagon. This is ludicrous.

Mr. Nosa cornered me some days back and told me that as the head of department, he can erase my name from the list. He said I can be replaced with two junior staff. Meaning that, he can get my name off the list and put two new names. But he can only do this if I agree to spend the weekend with him. I was indeed cornered. I agreed out of ddesperation because I wasn’t willing to lose my job and my new position.

On Friday, Gbenro, my sexmaniac boyfriend called to tell me that he wanted me to spend the weekend with him. See me see wahala o diary. I told him that my company was cutting down on their staff and I needed to see some of the board of directors and plea my way out. I promised to make it up to him the following weekend. He wasn't too happy, but he capitulated.

Mr. Nosa and I flew to Accra on Friday night and lodged in a five star hotel. We dined at the hotel restaurant and retired to our room. I allowed the old man to have his way with me all night long. I can’t really remember when we slept.

The knocks on the door woke us up the next morning. We thought it was one of the hotel staff because we ordered for breakfast a while back. Mr. Nosa got up and went towards the door, with a towel tied around his waist.

I was lying still lying in bed when the door swung open and Gbenro came into the room! He called me all sort of dirty names and he attacked Mr. Nosa. How did he find me? Why was he following me around set? What kind of wahala relationship have I gotten myself into?

Gbenro left Mr. Nosa bruised and beaten to a pulp and he literally dragged me out of the room, after making sure that I packed every clothing I came with.

I thought we were flying back to Lagos that morning, but Gbenro took me to his hotel room and locked the door. He said he was going to treat me like a prostitute since I have decided to turn into one.

My pleas fell on his deaf ears. And when I tried to run, he hit me across the face. I staggered and fell flat on the cold tiled floor. I saw stars. Seriously, I saw hundreds of tiny coloured stars. I knew I was in trouble. He pinned me down and kicked my legs apart.

I fought him off, then he started to strangle me! One of his hands was around my neck, choking the life out of me. I could hardly breathe! He drove his rotten hard rock cucumber into me and held me by the neck, immobilizing me and stopping me from fighting him off.

I was suffocating on the cold tiled floor. Hot tears rolled down my bruised face and I asked God for mercy. This useless guy was on top of me for what seemed like forever. When he finally ejaculated, he collapsed on top of me and slept off.

I couldn’t move, neither could I push him off. There was no escape for me. I was trapped. I think he woke up around noon. And he was at it again. He rode me like a horse and I became unconscious half-way through.

I woke up late in the evening and saw him eating. He ordered me to eat something. He said he had not finished with me yet. I ate and tried to lock myself in the bathroom, but, I discovered that he had taken all the keys out. I wept and wept, till he came to drag me out of the bath-tub. He threw me on the bed and the romp continued till day break!

We left for the airport on Sunday morning. I thought of Mr. Nosa and I hoped that he was okay. I made a decision whilst I was in Gbenro’s hotel room. I was breaking up with him. Why should I date an animal? There were many decent single men out there. I cannot let one maniac kill me for my mother. Haba!

Oh diary, my body aches all over. My face is still hurting from the slap. My honeypot is badly bruised and each time I pee, it is as if chilli was poured in there. It burns! It is so over between me and Gbenro. I am done with this relationship from hell!

Talk to you later diary.

Gettreadyy:
shewrites more updates please, you are my heroine.

*winks*

SASSY AND SLAYING: DIARY OF A SINGLE NAIJA BABE
Episode 23
5th June, 2016.

Dear Diary,

How I have missed you diary. I haven't been writing consistently. No be my fault o. I have been so, so neck-breakingly busy.

It’s been three crazy weeks of preparing for my sister’s wedding. Now, it’s all over. She got married last week Saturday. I spent about 2.5 million, out of the cash Korede's uncle sent to me, on my sister’s wedding and I have no regrets. The wedding was a complete success.

I have got gist for you diary.

I met someone at the reception of my sister’s wedding. His name is Gbenro. He is tall, dark and handsome. He is an entrepreneur and he stuck to me like a leech all through that day. Na serious gum-body o diary. We exchanged numbers, and the very next day, he asked me out on a date! The guy was fast! No slacking at all.

I liked him, so I agreed to the lunch date. We ate at one of these eateries close to my place and that very evening, the guy asked me out. He said he liked me and he doesn’t like wasting his time when it comes to a girl he wants. Once he liked something, he goes for it. Come and see lyrics, diary. My ear was full! No be small something.

I was flattered and yes, I accepted because I liked him too. Like play, like play, from Monday to Friday, we dined after work hours and I must confess, I had fun all through that week.

On Friday night, he took me to his place and he begged me until I agreed to spend the night at his place. I didn’t want to spend the night at his place because we‘ve just started to date. But because he wouldn't stop pleading, I agreed.

We slept in the same room and I think... it was way past midnight, when I felt his hands all over me. My God! I was turned on when I woke up and pretended like I was still fast asleep. I felt his hand slip into my underwear and I tried not to jerk when he started to finger me.

Oh my goodness! I gritted my teeth, held my breath, trying hard not to moan and respond. But it got harder and harder. The guy didn't stop. He dug deeper and deeper into my wetness o.

I didn’t want to sleep with Gbenro. We just started dating. I was just getting to know him. But I didn’t know how I was going to be able to resist his pleasurable assault. The next thing I knew, he was on his knees. He started by kissing my neck, then my chest, then he ran his tongue down my belly, till he got to my underwear. He parted my legs slowly and devoured my honeypot! He sucked and licked and dug his tongue down and deep into my wetness.

That was the end for me; I started to moan and groan, and then I screamed! I came over and over and over again.

By the time his cucumber gained entrance into my Honey pot, it was as if a long straight rock was inserted into me! The guy was so, so hard. He pounded and grinded me for close to an hour before he came and released. I thought he wouldn't stop! I was breathless.

We slept in each other’s arms and by day break, I wanted to leave, but he begged me to stay! He served me breakfast in bed, we later watched movies, and then had a picnic at the beach, went shopping at the Galleria, then returned to his place that Saturday evening.

That night, he was all over me again! My coconuts and honey pot were all in trouble because he chewed and sucked me dry! We romped till the early hours of Sunday morning. I don't need a Prophet to tell me, this Gbenro guy loves sex.

He wanted me to stay back on Sunday but I declined. My body was already aching me and I needed to prepare for work before Monday morning. If somebody leave this guy ehn... he won’t allow me out of his house. It is like they used sex to curse him or something. His libido is just too high.

Am back home right now. My body parts ache all over. Who send me message o, diary?

My fingers are crossed concerning this new relationship o!

What do you think diary?

uchesmith14:
I pity for that your Prince Charming!



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