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Saintly01:
I am so glued to my chair, very captivating story. Thanks a lot Shewrites.

You're welcome.

Hintona:
following.... great story you've got here

Thankssss

Mtbail:
Shewrite is one of many wonderful NL authors I so much respect, having read many of her books both in hard and soft copy. She is indeed an amazing writer. The way she describes event and incident from experiences is top notch. You indeed an embodiment of awesome writer. Miss/Mrs are you a counselor? sorry for the death of your dad. My condolence dear.




Patiently waiting for the next update, take all the time you need to be emotional stable.

Am touched *hugs*



Thank you sooooo much.

I am a Mrs.

Counselor? Well, sort of...

I really appreciate.

superfitsez:
hey update this, I'm waiting

On it.
Before weekend by His grace.

Hauneg:
Yay! We made front page again! Drop something for your guys na SheWrites

We did?
Yippee!
I didn't know oooo. I have not been online due to scarcity of electricity.
Sorting it out asap.

ivoryhouse:
You're a prolific writer @shewrites, keep it up

Thanks much.

Florian90:
sorry about your dad

Thaaaannnkkksss *hugs*

uchman48:
Happy new month shewrites, I have been a diehard fan of your stories but I must confess that this is my first time if commenting on any of them. First I want to send my condolence to you for the great irreplaceable loss of your dad. And you have a nice story here, I missed lecture reading your story this morning. Who lecture help. Am learning a lot from this story. Pls don't starve us ooo

Awwww....
Thanks do much o.
Abeg don't miss lectures o.

I will update before weekend by God's grace.

BIGGIE121:
miss shewrote, this one that you are just replying comments only, without updating, i hope you aren't trying to abandon this fantastic story??

If at all you are not trying to abandon this story, then your next post should be an update. Dont leave us hanging pls.


Happy new month

Happy new month!

Ask @pweetychyka, she is still typing the story.
No abandonment.
Just trying to sort my electricity issues.

gaza1234:
When is d next episode its quite intriguing

Hopefully before weekend. Seriously trying to sort my electricity challenge.

Duggedised12:
Now i am feel like going on part 4 of my own rant , good job OP

hahaha... go ahead jare *hugs*

FebFinest:
Had to open an account cause of your story �
Nice one writer �❤

*hugs*

BlizzydoDo:
Well done �

Thanks.
I will look for a way yo update soon. My generator has gone on annual leave.

WarriIntellect:
I miss your stories,please drop the next episode,I'm tired of suspense... One love

Apologies o...
New area.
Electricity is like gold here o.

Marpol:
Pele!

Thank you

Bollinah:
More grease to your elbow �

Thanks

Ann2012:
Happy Sunday ma'am

Thanks Sweetheart.

mendel04:
This story is so underrated, even me as a silent reader is not happy with my fellow silent readers.
Our comments and likes will go a long way in encouraging our writer. Well-done ma

*hugs*

Happy Sunday everyone...
So sorry, I have been indisposed.
Moved to a new location, still adjusting.
I will start updating soon.
Pls thank @pweetychyka, she is still typing. God bless her real good.

skubido:
Thanks for the update

*winks*

PrudySara:
Why would you allow Mr. Nosa do that to you??
He might do more next time..


Thanks for the updates Shewrites

*hugs*

Noblefirstlady:
Chai! You have given mr nonsense the boldness be that o. Next time he will take it further. I'm so loving this story, I wish I can just read everything now. Thanks shewrites.

*hugs*

jenifer007:
Super hot as usual....Thank you

*winks*

SASSY AND SLAYING: DIARY OF A SINGLE NAIJA BABE

EPISODE 12


Dear Diary,

9th February, 2016.

I got back from work about thirty minutes ago. I am cooking my dinner right now. I am so, so hungry. I wished I had bought some food at one of these eateries on my way home. It is a chore to cook when one is hungry. My work clothes are on the chair. My shoes are somewhere. I can’t really remember where I dropped them. My hand bag is on the table and I am lying on my bed writing, while my dinner cooks.

Diary, I am making melon soup with snails. I will make semolina once I am done. The combination will be heaven on earth. I can’t afford to eat indomie, eggs and plantain again this new week. Today is Monday and it’s a new week. Things gats to change. Wait o. I smell something funny. I think my soup is burning! Ye! Ah! Give me a minute or two diary. I‘ll be right back………………….

Okay, I’m back. My soup almost got burnt. It would have been a disaster if the whole thing got burnt. I can’t imagine cooking something else again. That would be the greatest punishment ever. I made a very soft and smooth semolina. I balanced on my chair and ate till I was very full. You need to see me diary, I look like a pregnant woman right now. I am thinking of taking a shower once I am done with jotting down my thoughts. I am sweating o! It’s probably as a result of the very hot food I just ate.

Let me gist you about my office. Remember I told you that I succeeded in avoiding Mr Nosa last week. Today, I ran into him at the bus-stop. I was waiting for a bus going my way. He drove past me at first, then he reversed. By the look on his face, I could tell that he was happy he saw me. He offered to take me home and I didn’t want to go anywhere with the man.

I grumbled within, searching for an excuse to make. If it was left to me, I would have told him, “No, thank you, sir”. But, he is one of my bosses. He might take it the wrong way if I refused his offer. But was it by force? I am a free Nigerian. I am supposed to be able to do as it pleases me. But as a result of the fact that I worked with Skylight Properties, there were certain things expected of me. Several unwritten rules which I must follow.

I feigned a smile, thanked him, and got into the vehicle. Mr Nosa started talking about my boss, Mrs Nkiruka, and how she had invested decades into Skylight properties. Unexpectedly, he parked behind an abandoned tractor at the roadside. He said he wanted to have a word with me and he couldn’t talk while driving.

I rolled my eyes. I didn’t believe him one bit. What has he been doing since? Hasn’t he been talking since I got into his car? Wayo man. Who send me message o? Why did I get into his car in the first place?

He placed a hand on my lap and said he has everything planned out. He said he was close to some of the company’s board of directors. He said they owe him a big favour. He would ensure that Mrs Nkiruka was transferred from the Lagos office and posted to another part of the country. Then, he would influence my double promotion as the youngest General Manager in a matter of weeks.

It all sounded too good to be true. As he spoke, his hands moved up and down, caressing my thigh. I pushed his hand away, but it came right back! What was wrong with this man? Why couldn’t he keep his hands to himself? As if that wasn’t enough, he slipped his hands into my jacket and grabbed one of my coconuts.

I was pissed. I started to complain, and then pushed his hand away again. He began to make promises. He said if I played ball, he would ensure that his plans for me go smoothly. I wasn’t in the mood to play any ball. Was it by force?

Mr Nosa said he just wanted to touch and feel me, nothing else. I eyed him and told him that I wanted everything in writing. The man agreed and in a split second, his hands were on me again! Both hands this time, under my blouse! Squeezing my coconuts! I wanted to protest again. I wanted to push him away and jump out of the car. Then I thought about the double promotion. Mr Nosa lifted my blouse and swallowed one of my coconuts, while he squashed the other! I jerked and tried to push him away.

“Relax now… I just want to touch you….” The idiot said to me. Touch who? Was this touching? Who told him that sucking my coconut was the same thing as touching it? I tried to remain still, but, the moment he mistakenly bit at my nipple, that was it for me. I pushed him away and buttoned my jacket. Then I threatened to climb out of the car.

The man began to frown, but he started the car and swerved back to main road. He dropped me at the junction close to my street and here I am o!

Me sef…. I am not serious o. At least, Mr Nosa didn’t go that far. At least, his rotten cucumber didn’t find its way into my honey pot. This was my consolation, in case his plans didn’t work out.

I need to take a shower diary. I can’t wait to get the stench of this old man off me. Ah! My poor nipple. It is so sore! My coconuts are not meat. Why did he have to chew at them for Pete’s sake? Haba!

Got to go now.

Night – night, diary.

Hugs and kisses.

MhiztaRange:
Thanks to everyone who participated in making the story a success, God bless you all

*winks*

Ann2012:
God bless you Shewrites and pweetychyka
Thanks for the update

*hugs*

pweetychyka:
Awwwwwwwn thanks
I am honored

toyhin123 and jenifer007 I am grateful for the appreciation plus its a pleasure working with shewrites so she can update regularly.

*kisses*

toyhin123:
Thank u for the wonderful update SheWrites

Thank u also for typing pweetychyka nd God bless you

*hugs*

jenifer007:
Thank you she writes for the update and @pweetychyka thank you for assisting...God bless you.

*hugs*

izaray:
Thanks for the update

*hugs*

Pls everyone, help me to thank @pweetychyka oooo.
She volunteered her precious time and data to type this story oooo.
She is still typing and hopefully till the story ends.
Pls show her some love everyone.
Thank you so much love @pweetychyka *hugs & kisses*

SASSY AND SLAYING: DIARY OF A SINGLE NAIJA BABE

EPISODE 11


Dear Diary,

7th, February 2016.

It’s Saturday. It’s supposed to be a day of relaxation for me, but, it’s being a crazy weekend. There has been light off since Thursday. I don’t know what’s wrong with PHCN o! I don tire sef. How can one be paying for something that you aren’t getting? This country sef, we need serious help.

Most of my neighbours are home this weekend, Thomas and Ivie, the only married couple in the compound, and I think I saw them preparing to go out. I think they have a wedding or naming ceremony to attend. I overheard Cassandra and Itoro talking about it this morning.

I don’t see Nasir as often as before and I am so fine with that. Seeing him still makes me feel very angry. I think I might relocate from this environment because of him. I value my well-being and sanity.
Sam, the S.U brother in my compound, he is still frolicking with his choir sister friend. I won’t be surprised if they are still sleeping together. It is no business of mine, but I hate it when people like to talk the talk and they don’t walk the walk.

Itoro and Timi seem to be cordial these days. I have witnessed less in-fighting for the past few weeks. Maybe they have been able to work out the bone of contention between themselves. I hail Itoro. I don’t know how she does it. I don’t see myself living with a man I am not married to. Someone that has not paid anything on my head.

Prince, the notorious flirt in the compound and also in the area, seems to remain at home these days too. I wonder what happened to his zillion girlfriends. I don’t see him with too many women, unlike before. Maybe he has repeated. Or maybe he is taking a break. Whichever way, good luck to him.

This week at the office, I was able to avoid running into Mr Nosa. Thank God I didn’t see him at all. I don’t want him to start asking me JAMB questions. Who get that kin time? Abeg.

When PHCN refused to restore the electricity, I decided to go the filling station to buy fuel to run my generator until PHCN returns the electricity. I wasn’t prepared for the long queue I encountered. It was as if everyone in the area were gathered in one place. I secured a place on the queue then I started to look around. I was hoping that I would get fuel before 2pm that afternoon. The soap opera I have been dying to watch all week long would be premiered on Telemundo at 2pm. I hope to get home on or before that time.

You won’t believe who I saw. I thought my eyes were playing a trick on me, but it wasn’t. I actually saw Korede Nelson! He was in his vehicle and also on a queue. He saw me first because he was already looking my way. I had no idea that I was going to run into him that soon. Unexpectedly, he got out of his jeep and started walking towards me with a silly grin on his face. What did he think he was doing? I was shocked at first, then anger brewed within me like wild fire.

This stupid guy came up to me and said that he enjoyed eating me up and devouring me non-stop. The animal said his wedding was some weeks away and he wouldn’t mind taking me to some exotic resort, so that we can catch some fun. Can you imagine the he-goat? After drugging and raping me, he still wants more. It isn’t his fault. It is his family that came to his rescue, if not, he would be sitting in some jail cell by now.

He went on spewing a lot of rubbish. One single nut got loosed somewhere in my brain and before you can count one to three, I had already given the bastard three good hot slaps on his face.

He staggered backwards and stared at me in shock. The people around us stared in awe, wondering what was going on. Trust Nigerians, they turned us to Nollywood video and they started to watch with keen interest.

I told him that the five million naira his uncle deposited into my account was still intact and I could easily give them back their useless money and reopen the rape case against him. If it was war they wanted, I was more than ready to give it to them!

His eyes became red with anger and he started to back away. I watched him return to his overpriced car and he drove off without a backward glance. If he had stayed and created a scene, I would have turned his clothing to rags and dealt with him.

I cursed him under my breath, bought the fuel I needed and returned home. Seeing Korede Nelson again just pissed me off! I wished I had dug my nails into his charcoal skin and scratched him all over. I wished I had given him tribal marks and plucked his lustful eyes out. So many nasty thoughts besieged my mind.

That same afternoon, Bro. Sam, the S.U guy in my compound choose the wrongest time to come knocking on my door. I was still venting over meeting Korede at the filling station, then Sam came strolling by. He invited me to his church and he promised that my life would never remain the same again. I got mad all over again and transferred aggression on him. Itoro and Cassandra came out of their apartments as I poured insults on Sam. I asked the brother that how Christ-like he had been, after sleeping with his choir sister friend on countless occasions. Only God knows how many times they had done the do.

Itoro and Cassandra came closer to my flat, obviously alarmed and happy at the news. I had just given them something to gist about without meaning to but I didn’t care. I wanted to pour my frustrations on someone else.

Sam was surprised. He didn’t expect my outburst and he sure didn’t know that I knew about himself and the choir sister. He mumbled something I didn’t quite hear, then he walked away. I slammed my door quickly when he left, so that Itoro and Cassandra won’t start asking irrelevant questions. I know they would want the details about Sam and the choir sister’s romp in the hay.

Not long after, I heard knocks on my door again. I opened the door and exploded, thinking that it was Sam or Itoro and Cassandra. It turned out to be Nasir Danjuma. He was one of the bachelors living in my compound. I apologized for raining insult at him. But he assured me that he knew that I wasn’t referring to him. Then he asked me for salt and maggi. I went to my kitchen, got some and closed my door after he left.

I berated myself for cursing the guy without cause. He wasn’t responsible for how I felt. Thank God he didn’t take offence. I was surprised though. He had never asked me for condiments before.

We exchanged greetings whenever we see each other, and that was all. Most times, I wondered what he did for a living. He was always indoors and he often went out. I suspected he probably worked from home. I once heard Itoro and Cassandra gossiping about him. They said he was probably into internet fraud. I don’t believe them, because they didn’t have proof.

What do I care? I am still angry. I wished I had done more than slapping Korede. I hope I never get to run into him ever again. The guy better stay far from me, the next time he sees me, or else. His family will surely carry his corpse.

God punish Korede Nelson a zillion times!

Later Diary.