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dauddy97:
I was in boarding school right from my JSS 1 to SSS 3. I was used as a cow during my time in JSS 1 to 2. The suffering ended when i was badged the headboy in JSS 3. Then, the seniors now sees me as an high class guy. Since then, I was always have my water fetched, Wash my plates, Carry by bad to class and most time, I have juniors to wash my clothes for me. My enjoyment stated in JSS 3.


But, what I can never forget while in school was that, I FORKED my babe every night since I got to SS 3.
Just imagine, I was given Hostel/Food prefect in SS3. I have many advantages in the hostel then. remember, I don't fork anyhow, I forked only my girlfriend every night till I passed out. [b]I was in boarding school right from my JSS 1 to SSS 3. I was used as a cow during my time in JSS 1 to 2. The suffering ended when i was badged the headboy in JSS 3. Then, the seniors now sees me as an high class guy. Since then, I was always have my water fetched, Wash my plates, Carry by bad to class and most time, I have juniors to wash my clothes for me. My enjoyment stated in JSS 3.


But, what I can never forget while in school was that, I [b]FORKED[\b] my babe every night since I got to SS 3.
Just imagine, I was given Hostel/Food prefect in SS3. I have many advantages in the hostel then. remember, I don't fork anyhow, I forked only my girlfriend every night till I passed out. [/b]I was in boarding school right from my JSS 1 to SSS 3. I was used as a cow during my time in JSS 1 to 2. The suffering ended when i was badged the headboy in JSS 3. Then, the seniors now sees me as an high class guy. Since then, I was always have my water fetched, Wash my plates, Carry by bad to class and most time, I have juniors to wash my clothes for me. My enjoyment stated in JSS 3.


But, what I can never forget while in school was that, I [b]FORKED[\b] my babe every night since I got to SS 3.
Just imagine, I was given Hostel/Food prefect in SS3. I have many advantages in the hostel then. remember, I don't fork anyhow, I forked only my girlfriend every night till I passed out.

How old df were you!?

DammyInforms:
Unfortunately, I never attended a boarding school. I wish I had though.

ehya, maybe your kids will.

Apple1992:
The best experience I can vividly remember, was fingering our senior prefect for girls, in the school orchard one evening. then I was in Jss3 you can imagine the privilege and the opportunity the girl give me.

wtf!? You were in js3 I didn't even know there was something called bj till I got to SS2, and even then, I still hadn't gotten kissed.

What It Was Like

We had three different wears, pink for Mondays to Fridays (guys wore green), white for Saturdays and cream on blue for Sundays. We really didn't do 'labour', the most we did was wash our wears and cleaned our rooms, the nannies took care of the rest. We could go to the kitchen anytime for a snack, soft drink or fruit whenever we wanted. Prefects had their own bathrooms (I was the headgirl), every other person had to share with two more people. We were only eight per room, four bunks in a room large enough to hold twenty and space still large enough for a small game of football. We had air conditioners and smoke detectors installed in our rooms, 24/7 light, a big plasma TV in each of the common rooms complete with dstv subscription (we watched mostly trace).

Everyday we threw away food because there was always more than enough, Sunday afternoon was especially everyone's favorite meal day - fried rice, chicken and salad- and Oliver Twistisms were encourage, you could always ask for more. Saturdays were our recreation day, normally we were mandated to work out at the gym for 30 minutes three times a week excluding Saturdays. We do whatever we wanted on these days, watch TV, play a sport (basketball, table tennis, judo, football, swimming, board games etcetera)

On Sundays we attended the redeem parish that used our school hall. The members were always extra nice and the pastor's wife treated us to cake every Sunday, they kept giving us freebies. Which reminds me, we hardly used our pocket money because there was just no need, everything we needed (and wanted) was always provided.

The Normal Average Boarding School Life

On the contrary, my sister Sam had a totally different experience, she attended a Federal Government College, do I even need to put in details? The first time we went to see her, we went very early in the morning, apparently too early, because I got the shock (and look) of my life when we drove by the boys hostel and several hundreds of boys were taking their bath- outside! All naked!. When it was time for their breakfast, you just needed to see the crowd of humans running towards the dinning hall, the ground was literally shaking. Sam was always complaining , today her money had been stolen, tomorrow her pinafore white is missing, her locker was broken into and looted clean, she had to go to class without taking her bath because she couldn't get water. Soon Mama cut her hair and adding to her new bony look, she looked like a glorified skeleton.

The Irony Of It All

While my sister stayed three good years in FGC boarding school (and then, the only reason she left was because there was no one in the house again and Mama was feeling lonely), I stayed only a term and half in mine. I got seriously home sick, my parents never came to see me during any of the visiting days and I started spending most of my nights crying more than I was studying.

They tried to make it a home away from home but the truth is, it wasn't. We don't have a pool at home, you will be crucified if you go to the refrigerator and take any thing you like, all my classmates watched was either football or trace TV but I was brought up in cartoons and Africa magic yoruba, fried rice is restricted to like once in 4 months, there was so much annoying chores and the only time I got fruits was when it enters my Mama's head that she is getting too fat. Most of all, I missed my sisters.

This is my boarding school experience. Your turn now, let me know yours, did you go to a boarding school, how was it like for you, what are some of your most memorable experiences /moments?


https://meetmitchell./2017/03/01/did-you-go-to-a-boarding-school/

Your girlfriend is commitmentphobic. Read up about it.

Senipapa:
lmao,,,,,, anxious waiting for the airtime.

drop your number na, and your preferred network.

14teenK:
Me: I don panel beat demon comot for that gal pussy...

Another savage comment!

Senipapa:
wow so 30 secs men really exist, cos all niggas are always like I bang the girl sote ... .. ........ ...

oh puh lease. Dude was done even before I noticed he was in. I thought maybe it was the urge, like he's been celibate for a really long while. We've been good friends for close to 2 years and I've never really seen him associate with girls. I broke out of celibacy for him, quite convinced he was the 'one'. Anyways, because of loyalty (and I thought I was in love), I let it slide without saying nil. The next time we got together, it was the same story, this time even shorter than the last. "Dude you must be kidding me".

Nevertheless, that's not the reason I called the relationship off. I found out he was cheating on me. No lemme rephrase that, he was cheating with me. Apparently, I was girlfriend number 3. In a whole, the relationship lasted three days and a week.

Two months later and he's calling and texting, saying sorry, asking if we can meet. I wasn't born yesterday, dude just wants to see if he'll get lucky. Sorry but I don't do thirty seconds men, if you can't go all night, keep your sweet words to yourself. Afterall, they did say the word "MAN" is really an acronym for 'MORNING, AFTERNOON, NIGHT'.


Sorry for the long post. I'll send you airtime.

Topestbilly:
.... I will simply say

lmao. Savagery!

LAFO:
Get ready for an loose p****.

The guy can like to f***

He fit kill person.

omg, lmao. Our exes are the opposite.

Stumbled upon this in instagram. Personally I'm indifferent to this dude (or should I say gal?). Anyways the party is free entry for all. I'm a bit curious though as to what is going to happen there, ass banging I guess, smh. Please whoever that intends to go should pm me for my phone number so you'll fill me in with details about it later.
Closing note: about Bobrisky, are you team yay, nay or betray? People actually made a fanpage, dislike page etc for this dude, sorry gal. (photos below)

I finished my paper today and walked back to the hostel with my neighbor/ course mate – this lecturers have got no chill at all, it’s like they have a personal agenda against students having a 5.0 gp – that was my problem.

We arrived at the hostel to meet a sour mood. The caretaker had come around earlier to seal the rooms of people with outstanding rents. One girl, a really good friend of mine, was just crying inconsolably, she didn’t have anywhere to go, I opened my room and told her she could stay with me till her bills clear over. After we finally succeeded in getting her to stop crying and actually cheer up a bit, we started chit-chatting and exchanging life stories. Her’s got my mouth hanging open.

Some People Have Real Problems

We see them everyday in our streets, on the major roads, in our different institutions, casual hangouts. We talk with them, say “good morning”, laugh and exchange jokes. But don’t believe every smile on every face, they conceal a lot.



If I were asked to list my problems, I’d mention making my blog well known, getting a new laptop and going shopping for more books. But everyday and everywhere around me, people hit rock bottom and some never get back up.

Rock Bottom is when you literally have got no roof over your head, that you now sleep under a bridge at night and during the day, the streets and road corners become your home. It is when you stare at your long list of outstanding bills and inside of you you know you won’t be able to clear any of it because the last money you have is just two hundred naira and not even a kobo more. It is when you get dragged to jail for debts you can’t pay. It is when you have no option but to withdraw your children from school and send them out to various streets with trays of food items on their head. It’s the girl who has stripped herself of every pride and respect to give her body in exchange for a meal. It’s the patient on a hospital bed depending on life support, it’s the desperate beggar risking his life on the very busy roads, begging for just water to drink. Rock bottom is when you get so depressed and weighed down that the thought of taking your own life becomes your only solace.

That’s why we should be thankful everyday, because no matter how hard we have it, someone else has it worse and someone else also has it worst. We may be up today, but life is fleeting, so at anytime we could be the ones hitting rock bottom. Did I just hear you say “God forbid!”?

I keep thinking of my neighbor and her story, and my heart bleeds. I’ve had my own share of challenging times, when I was actually willing to ‘curse God and die’, to be so down it seemed nothing would ever be able to pull me back up. I’ve had my own share of those types of times, and realistically speaking, I know they just may not be the last even though we don’t wish for things like that.

I always try to tell myself as I will tell everyone reading this now, it is well.

It is well, it will get better, things always do. You are not alone, this is not your very end yet, this is just a temporary road block in life because this is life and we’ll always have hurdles. Things may seem impossible now, but they will get better. Don’t give up just yet, please hang on out here and in there, if it means fighting, fight till your last breath. As far as you keep trying, then surely one day, you will rise up. It is well.

I’m no expert at giving consolatory words but I hope these little words of mine help to make you feel better. Do have a beautiful day. And remember, Mitchy cares.

https://meetmitchell./2017/02/23/for-the-people-who-have-hit-rock-bottom/

This has to be one of the funniest posts I've read all day. I still don't understand why God had to kill so much, I agree with the commenter that said he should have had a foresight of the future, the people that keep arguing he is God and so therefore should not be questioned blah blah blah only sound dumb to me, the one about we being joysticks is just plain hilarious I'm still rotfl. I don't understand religion, it comes with too many controversies and every time I ask questions, I keep getting the same looks like I need deliverance and the same "you shouldn't question everything" reply. I don't believe there is a God, but I don't carry it on my head either if he exists or not. I gave up on that long time ago and just settled for being an agnostic. I don't believe in Christians or Muslims or Atheists, I believe in good people and bad people and that sometimes, good people do bad things and bad people do good things.

InsanePsycho:
Yes.

I live in a country where people believe there is a man in the sky who cares and loves them and will send them to hell for not loving him back.

Such kind of stupidity can only be a miracle

hahaha. You are too hilarious. *no offense meant to religion*

Outofsync:
There is fashionable slimness and poverty-induced slimness.

The fact that she became profoundly fattened after just a month indicates poverty.

rotfl. Or maybe she was just suffering from an ailment. But thin to fat in just a month... Hmmm, it's certainly more than just only food.

Outofsync:


Poverty na bastard sha!

lmao. Did they tell you she was very slim because she was poor?

Good sense of hearing is one of the things I was blessed with, and I always use this gift to my fullest advantage. This past Sunday, I was lying down in my room, trying to cram for my papers on Tuesday but the noise coming from the room adjacent to mine just wouldn't let my brain do it's job properly. Whatever the topic of discussion was must have been really interesting since I was hearing a lot of laughter and raised voices and 'eeeheeens!?', so I dropped my books and started listening.

They were talking about the church they attended that Tuesday, about how the pastor called out a woman and told her about the charms in her shop, then a well known lecturer and accurately described his office and asked him to run, not walk o, but to run outside and buy olive oil for anointing and last but not least, he even prophesied to one one of the guys in our hostel, told him the things he had always secretly wished for, and asked him to stop drinking excessively or else he'll be a drunkard for the rest of his life.

I always hear stories of people receiving prophecies and miracles, especially the time when TB. Joshua of SCOAN was making the news headlines daily and was on almost everybody's lips, Papa disconnected the free-to-air so we wouldn't watch it, there were a lot of controversies surrounding that man.

To cut a long story short, I've never really believed them, somehow, I just cannot be convinced. I guess it's one of those 'until it happens to you' things because 'seeing is believing' they say. Jesus may have turned water into wine and raised the dead and healed lepers, but these prophets of nowadays, no one can tell sha. None of my family members or close relatives have had an express miracle, I've never been privileged to witness the blind see or the lame walk or the dumb speak. One time a pastor told my parents that 'God' said they would have a male child in exactly a year's time. It's been 7 years now.

The thing is, everyday I hear about miracles and pastors giving prophecies, there was one time the gist was now that people were going into earthly coma and Jesus would take them round and give them a tour of both heaven and hell. People get delivered of evil spirits, even Jim Iyke of all people was said to have experienced it, but none of it ever comes my way. I'm never there, I never see it for myself, I never know the supposed beneficiary on a personal level. Do miracles really happen, or it's all just one big sham?

#copied

The thing about living with someone is that one way or the other whether you like it or not, you end up influencing each other.

I was never self conscious about my outer looks until BB and I became roomies. This gal loooves fashion and makeup. The first thing she does in the morning is search her face in the mirror and she would never step out except she has makeup on. There was one time I hid all of her makeup and she refused to leave the house the whole day so she missed her lectures. I never really bought into any of it because I thought it superficial, but before long, even I started turning into a Barbie wannabe. I guess I still am till now but it's all in moderation so don't panic for me. Lol.

Anyways, to the main gist, one of the things I did with BB was fixing fake nails. Before this story happened, I had always envied girls with fancy long nails.I had never done it before, neither had she, we both were not brought up that way but it was one of our secret fantasies and now we were on our own in school, hell yeah - opportunity!

We sashayed to the market together and got the necessary stuffs: nail file, scissors, glue and of course, the fake nails! There were so many different designs and colors to choose from, truly art is beautiful. They were all so attractive and CHEAP! It was just N70 for a packet. Tell me again, why do bad things come easy?

We made our purchase and went back home to do the much anticipated deed. It wasn't hard to do, we just used common sense and followed initiatives. Soon, we were done and I was all smiley and feeling fulfilled and was all like


But the thing started showing us shege right from that very evening up until the next morning when I ended up taking it all off. First we couldn't swallow eba with our fingers! So we had to eat eba with a fork, is that even legal? It was grossly ridiculous and unsatisfying in the least to say. Grasping items was near impossible, to add to the punishment, PHCN did their job very well and had been helping us holding the light so everybody had to go downstairs to the reservoir to fetch water. It was in lifting the heavy drum and carrying it up the stairs that my nails starting bending and chipping off and pulling out completely. I still had laundry to do and my fingers hurt like hell. I wanted the nails OUT immediately!


We didn't have dissolver, I didn't have the patience to go look for one, so I started pulling the nails off right there and then in my room. I was lucky to have had the sense not to use too much glue.

Since then I had only ever fixed my nails once again, and that time, I got the ones that looked like they were really my natural nails, the same color and length.

I see these girls and slay queens and all rocking fb and instagram with long nicely done nails and I can't help but ask, how do they eat eba Like seriously, someone should fill me in, how do you do your laundry with those long nails, how do you wash plates, lift objects!? However you do it, please endeavour to share because me I tried it once and I learnt my lesson, long nails ain't my thing.

#copied

airminem:
Thats right sis, spill it OUT! Keep getting stronger. Criticism is nourishment, people have to believe it

thanks honey. And your name is really funny- airminem - smart. Lol.

I made a post on nairaland, of which I won't paste a link because I am still very much embarrassed and sour about the whole thing. Well some people liked it, and others didn't, and there was a lot of criticism on everything, from the post itself to it's contents and the way I write in general. I ended up really embarrassed, hurt and sad and depressed all at the same time. And when I finally had the courage to talk about it, I burst into tears.

I couldn't believe it, people hated my write up, I've always got positive comments, I even get fan mails and one time, I got 4k cash support from a reader (I had no idea you could get cash support from people, it's really wonderful), but for the first time, people not only disagreed, but hated my writeup. I wondered what was going through their minds, what they thought of me, that I am dumb? That I am stupid? That I am a low minded ignorant creature? Each thought felt like a stab straight in the heart.

I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me, I wanted to pack all of my things and run away for good. My first instinct was to delete my profile there, then come here and delete my blog. Thank heavens I'm anonymous, I could just easily disappear like I never existed. But I didn't, I hesitated, and I am really glad I ended up not going ahead with that decision. It would have been disastrous and I would have had a hard time forgiving myself for such a rash decision.

I don't know how people deal with criticism. Seriously, how do you deal with that stuff!?!? Have you ever made a post and saw people's reactions and then just hated yourself and lost every confidence you have? Have you ever said something and suddenly you became public enemy number 1? How did you survive it? Criticism, it hurts, it breaks, it kills. It ain't funny.

But my friends made me see another side to it. That -


1. I am a very good writer, and just because I get one wrong, doesn't change that fact.

2. Because people don't share my opinion on something, doesn't always mean I'm wrong. And if I am, I should just learn from it and be thankful for the lesson

3. Criticism is something I should start getting used to because it's a sign I'm going places. People will love my write ups and ideas, but it doesn't mean everybody will or should. One man's meat is another man's poison.


I love writing, it's bread and butter for my soul. Some people won't like my style or see things from my perspective, but it doesn't mean I should give up. When people commend my work, I say "thank you" and put even more effort to make it better, and when people give a thumbs down, I may say "thank you" too, try to look into their complains and correct myself in a situation where I really am wrong.

No more crying because of criticism for me, I'm thankful for the experience, I believe it's made me wiser and stronger. Writing about it has made it hurt less even though it's still really embarrassing. Lol.

#copied

TheSlyone2:
And Benny have spoken... Gbam!!!

I fore one can't even marry a talkative. I prefer them reasonably outspoken. Not some garrulous creatures... It bores men out.

After meeting his family, what happens in an event where he break up with you, stuffsabouttara, aren't you at the loosing end?

Benny, I always feel your point jare. Very objective

And at this point, I withdraw honorably after losing. Hope we are good.

TheSlyone2:
Yea benny..

But most of her points can't guarantee consistency in relationships talk more of marriage.

it doesn't work for you doesn't mean it won't work for others.

coolestofall:
Y typical? No one wants what everyone else is getting. B typical n just b d typical fuckmate, b ur unique self n b cherished. Ur choice.

as much as we like to call ourselves unique and different and all, the brutal truth is we are still all the same. We all have two eyes and two ears. We are born, grow up and we all die. We have similar personalities, we have things in common with other people. You are not wholly different, you always share something with someone else, be it a name, your taste, house or even your look. Because a lot of people have the same thing doesn't mean it has lost it value.

Benita27:
How on earth will you know if he's into you or not, when the both of you are busy deceiving one another?.

smh

Benita27:
Exactly!.

Firstly: a girl isn't suppose to go see a guy's family when it has nothing to do with marriage, you'll end up meeting all the parents of your exes...all shade of wrong.

Secondly: you don't deliberately leave your wears or whatever in his house for any reason, go back home with your stuffs...it places some value on you that you don't know. if he wants to cheat, your wears won't stop him from doing so.

Thirdly: there's no point in being a talkative just to impress him, talk when you could and contribute to subjects you're interested in.

When a lady does these things just for a ring, she's "overcompensating" which isn't meant to be.

Firstly, the point of going to see the parents is of course to tell them you plan on getting married.

Secondly, the leaving stuffs thing is not to stop him from cheating. Don't take it too seriously, it's the same reason you'll wear his tops, it's one of those things that happen when you are in a serious relationship, you'll always have a couple of your stuffs consuming space at his place.

Thirdly, when I say be a talkative, I don't mean talk 24/7. Just don't be a conceding girl. Talking is just one of those typical things.

Finally, Relationships work differently for different people. My list tagged typical. Maybe it comes off as being as too (I don't know the term to put here), but it's always worked for me. When you are dating someone who you really love and reciprocates your feelings, when you are dating someone you really know, when you are dating not just any guy, but a guy who is also your best friend and has seen you through your best and worst, the relationship comes off quite different I guess. You are already so used to his place it feels like your own house, he's your personal living diary so you can't help but keep piling him with details both necessary and unnecessary and he's just not going to let his friends know you guys are now an official couple, where you are both adults and qualified within your rights to start a family, you'll let your parents know too.

TheSlyone2:
her points are mainly valid with "friends with benefits" Strictly business kinda thing, no strings attached...

Most Nigerian gurls who are loose do that anyway

what exactly is your idea of a serious relationship?

Benita27:
You're not in the house until you're his wife.

He could simply put your stuffs on one end of his wardrobe when you've left, marking territory indeed!. Just be yourself.

if he does that, then he's not into you. Moral lesson, date the guy that's into you.

TheSlyone2:
What do I stand to gain by hating on you... Absolutely nothing.

I'm fond of making constructive criticism. I don't see how that in any way amount to hating on you.

See, Dear, you should be open to criticism expecially if it a constructive one. That will help to shape and broaden your scope

Okay o. Thanks for the constructive criticism.

Benita27:
All these doesn't guarantee he'll propose, in fact, girls who don't break their heads over guys get the ring.

Keeping personal stuffs in a guy's house all in the name of "marking your territory" is wrong.

No guy is going to propose to a girl who acts all indifferent.

Keeping my stuff in his house to mark my territory is typical, plus it's cute. If it's wrong or right is left to my boyfriend to decide and so far, I've not met any guy who's dating a girl he really and genuinely loves and has a problem with her keeping stuffs in his place. The point is to tell people there's a lady in the house now.

TheSlyone2:
The only valid and applicable point from your list is the Submission thingy.

Others are just there to make the post longer as usual

I've got an official hater. I feel proud.

pwettiejay:
What if after doing all these and he still cheats? Break his head shey? Nice write up tho

lmao. Thanks. If my boyfriend cheats on me, I'll sell his car and use the money to travel out of the country.