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omoredia:
This is the same white people that they said took black people as slaves. Big lie. The white man came to save black people from other black people

What can I say,you saved people by taking thier valuables right??

50k is not enough for road transportation,na Babylon you Dey come from….




But again,what’s life without proper bedmatics skills seff,I’m here to solve all your woes

Dunkjames5:
Is there a best way to approach it sir?

Ghost,tell her directly…
Nothing will make it less painful to her

Dunkjames5:
Good day nairalanders!

I thought I loved my girlfriend, I even showed her where I live with my mom and my brother.

With her nice character I was already thinking about the future with her, this girl does not bill me she is always ready to spend on me, but something happened.

We had sex! And her love for me has increased from 50 to 100% I don’t know how it happened

But my feelings has vanished all of a sudden
But I don’t want to break her heart by telling her I don’t love her again
She once introduced me to her mom
We both work in thesame place
I don’t know how to break up without breaking her heart because she is a very good girl.

You finally met the one that matches everything you’ve been looking for,but attraction has found it way out of the equation…
It’s so sad,but life is always like that,she will be fine,you’d have your own little regret too somedays,but you have to move on…

Attraction is key

Samantha125:
Firstly, you said you don't want her giving out her number regardless of who the person is, so she's not supposed to have anyone else's contact details except for yours... Then secondly, you said her high libido is your greatest insecurity.

Clearly you're the problem here, free that woman from that prison you call a marriage... Is she your wife or your slave that you want to control her every movement? It's not her fault that you're insecured due to your low libido.

Are South Africans this terrible

ZeemsPropeties:
The world would survive. Capitalism is based on payment for value. You would find that no job would be a person deemed without value yet no job pays you what you truly deserve. As long as a person as value to give, no matter the system run, they would survive. Although, it is not possible for everyone to be self employed (some people will prefer to be employed as self employment as its own issues), if such a situation ever arises, life will go on.

This is economics on paper,the world has never run on the majority been employers and never will the world run like that…

A balanced economy needs people feeding on scraps,people relying on people and people taking orders from superiors

You want to clone banks or multinationals,and If everyone becomes employers,how will the world survive

helinues:
If it's not Sahara reporters, Razor gazette, then it must be Fij. The yeye media we have in Nigeria

At least,fact check before calling out the reportage

Maybe you don’t live in Nigerian or you are yet to hear about the gross irregularities at the cemetery,plus most Africans find it hard to let go…
Make I Dey see my mama tomb,make I Dey clean am myself







But again,what’s life without proper bedmatics skills seff,I’m here to solve all your woes

Happy birthday to your mother in law

lacasera14:
What exactly is in a wig that makes it sell so expensive?

Insecurities and crazy demands,that’s just it..,



But again,what’s life without proper bedmatics skills seff,I’m here to solve all your woes

Buy natural herbs abeg

helinues:
Annoyingly, the government are aware of their activities but doing nothing about it

The Ikorudu cult menace is getting out of the hand

You’ve not even been to ikorodu before and you think you have a say concerning issues over there…
The height of cultist menace in ikorodu was 2010 to 2017,tho bad boys still exist, but it’s way more peaceful because of the presence of local vigilantes called Onyabo…so don’t speak foul of ikorodu bro….







But again,what’s life without proper bedmatics skills seff,I’m here to solve all your woes

Skit, why will you leave a woman for twenty years



But again,what’s life without proper bedmatics skills seff,I’m here to solve all your woes

meobizy:
Seun’s bot banned me for a comment I made two days ago.

The hundreds of likes, gone.

Disrespect don too much for this platform.

Likes wey no Dey bring money….

I no get forty words o

Focus on your studies ooo,don’t let the love of kpekus lead you astray

There’s no peace in the world man,true peace resides no where…
As long as there’s no equality in the world,peace will never be here

Edoreborn:
i tire oo,,you can't give what you don't have..oya ponuzo na

I’m not saying he’s a fake juju man or original,but berating him because he can’t disappear is childish…

Juju Dey get preparation ooo,no be say go just sit down someone begin expect juju to work ooo

christejames:
Thanks bro for this thread...


It shows the dearth of our reading culture as a nation. The literature section was one of the sections that made me active on Nairaland, following mind blowing stories from great writers like Royver and the likes (Everybody is a Genius... My best story on Nairaland) . These guys made me improve in both reading and writing especially online. Through their online stories and the nosedive of the literature section on Nairaland I have found solace in other international online literature apps like Wattpad and Webnovel... Webnovel is my best so far, everyday, I read great and mind blowing International stories that will make you think of how one could come up with such ideas, the power of literature.


Seun, please do something about the literature section, be pushing interesting stories to the
homepage like it's used to before.

Can send me link to this your best story on Nairaland pls,plus there’s one story by one M.B alee,I’d both my legs and arms to read that story again…
Can’t remember the title now

ReliableTailor:
Okay o. They should observe the Isese peacefully. That's all I have to say.

Has it ever been bloody or non-peaceful Oga tailor….

You are talking about a religion that has promoted peace the most,Christianity had crusade,Islam had jihad,isese actually crossed the Atlantic without no single bloodshed

Africans and inconsequentialities,Instead of embracing true African federalism,banning the use of passport to travel around and getting general currency,na map dem Dey fight for

The morning sun creeps through my curtains, casting gold streaks across my Ikorodu apartment. I’m slumped on my bed, staring at my cracked phone screen, Taiwo’s last text glowing like a beacon: “Had fun tonight. Let’s talk tomorrow?” Her words spark something warm in me, but the weight of my mistakes—Adedayo’s slammed door, Olamide’s clingy texts—sits heavy, like overcooked stew in my stomach. I run a hand over my fade, my mind a jumble of guilt and hope.
My small apartment, usually alive with incense and candlelight, feels like it’s closing in. The faded Wizkid poster and the photo of me and Adedayo from our poly days in Abeokuta—grinning over Star bottles—stab at my chest. “Boboyii, na man you be,” he used to say, his arm around me like a brother. Now, I’ve lost that, betrayed him for nights with Olamide that left me empty. And Taiwo? She’s different—her smile, her dreams, the way she sees something good in me. I want to be that guy for her, not the “indabooski bahooze” who thought he was God’s gift to women.
My phone buzzes—a voice note from Olamide. My thumb hesitates, a knot twisting in my gut. I press play, and her voice cuts through, thick with that Yoruba accent. “Quadri, are you really serious about being done with me? You think you fit just cut me off? After everything? I know you felt something at your shop , omo iya Alagbo. Meet me tonight, or I go tell Adedayo say e never finish.” Her laugh sends a shiver down my spine.
I delete the message, my jaw tight. Olamide’s a storm, and I was foolish to think she’d let go easy. I type a final text: “Olamide, it’s over. No more games, no more meetups. I’m sorry for my part, but we’re done. Respect that.” I send it, block her number again, and feel a weight lift, like I’ve cut a chain I didn’t know was there.

By noon, I’m at my herb shop, the air thick with moringa and ginseng. Customers haggle, the generator hums outside, and I’m packing a stamina blend for a regular when my phone buzzes. It’s Taiwo, replying to my text about meeting up. “Cafe 23, 6 PM? I’m free.” My heart skips. I need to tell her everything—how I feel, how I’m done with my old ways, how I want her.
At Cafe 23, the clink of mugs and roasted coffee scent ground me. Taiwo walks in, her white sundress hugging her curves, her braids loose, framing her face. Her smile is hesitant, like she’s bracing for something. “You look serious, Quadri,” she says, sliding into the chair across from me. “Wetin dey?”
I take a deep breath. “Taiwo, I’ve messed up plenty. With Adedayo, with Olamide, with a lot of things. But you—you make me want to be better. I ended things with Olamide for good, told her it’s over. I came clean to Adedayo, and he hates me now, but I had to do it. I’m done with that life, Taiwo. I want something real, and I want it with you.”
Her eyes widen, searching mine. “Quadri, you hurt people. Adedayo, Olamide… I’ve been hurt before too, you know. My last guy, he used me, left me feeling like nothing. I’m scared to trust you.”
I nod, my throat tight. “I know. I don’t deserve your trust yet, but I’m asking for a chance to earn it. No games, no lies. Just me, trying to be the man you deserve.”
She’s quiet, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee mug. Then she smiles, soft but real. “Okay, Quadri. Let’s try. But slow, yeah? And you better mean it.”
I grin, relief washing over me. “I mean it, Taiwo. I no go mess this up.”

That evening, I’m at my shop, restocking shelves, when the door swings open. Olamide storms in again,a vision in a red jumpsuit, her braids cascading, her lips bold as ever. The customers go quiet, their eyes darting like they’re watching a Nollywood drama.
“Quadri, we need to talk,” she says, her voice loud, dripping with defiance.
I feel my face heat up. “Olamide, not here,not again ,” I say, keeping my voice low. “This is my business.”
She steps closer, arms crossed. “Oh, now you care about your business? You didn’t care when you were in my bed, abi? Or when you dey chase Taiwo behind my back?”
The whispers start, customers pretending to browse. My chest tightens. “Olamide, please. Let’s go outside.”
She doesn’t move. “No. You think you can block me and walk away? I told you, I don’t care about consequences. I want you, Quadri.”
I take a deep breath, forcing calm. “Olamide, what we did was a mistake. I betrayed Adedayo, and I’m not doing that again. I’m with Taiwo now, trying to build something real. You deserve better than stolen nights. Let this go.”
Her eyes flash with anger, but then they soften, a flicker of hurt showing through. “You think Taiwo’s better than me, abi? The good girl who’ll fix you?”
I shake my head. “It’s not about better or worse. You’re more than this, Olamide. You don’t need me to feel wanted.”
She stares, her lips trembling, then turns and storms out, the door slamming. The shop buzzes with murmurs, but I feel like I’ve won a battle. I’m done with her storm.

The next day, I ride an okada to Adedayo’s place, my stomach in knots. His flat, with its blue gate and mango tree, feels like enemy territory. I knock, bracing for silence. The door opens, and there he is, his face hard, his six-pack tight under a shirt. He doesn’t invite me in.
“Wetin you want, Quadri?” he says, his voice cold.
I swallow hard. “Adedayo, I know I hurt you. I betrayed you with Olamide, and I’ll carry that guilt forever. I’m not asking for forgiveness, just a chance to say I’m sorry. I ended things with her. I’m trying to be better, for me, for Taiwo, for everyone.”
He stares, his jaw tight. “You were my brother, Quadri. My brother. And you do this? For a girl?” His voice cracks, showing the hurt beneath.
“I know,” I say, my voice low. “I was selfish, stupid. I don’t expect you to trust me again, but I’m trying to change. I hope you’ll see it one day.”
He shakes his head, but his eyes soften, just a bit. “I need time, Quadri. Don’t call, don’t text. Just… leave me alone.” He shuts the door, softer this time, and I walk away, feeling the weight but also a strange peace. I’ve owned my mess.

Months pass, and Taiwo and I build something real. We meet at bukas, share pepper soup, laugh about NEPA cuts and my terrible jollof rice attempts. She pushes me to keep writing music, and I perform at open mics, my songs raw with hope and regret. My herb shop grows, and I start mentoring young guys in Ikorodu, teaching them to hustle right.
Olamide fades away. I hear she’s dating some big-shot in Lagos, and I wish her well. Adedayo doesn’t call, but one evening at a bar, our eyes meet across the room. He nods, just a small one, and I nod back. It’s not forgiveness, but it’s a start.
One night, Taiwo and I sit by the Lagos Lagoon, the water sparkling under the stars. Her hand’s in mine, her jasmine perfume mixing with the breeze. “You’re doing good, Quadri,” she says, her voice soft. “I’m proud of you.”
I smile, my heart full. “Na you dey push me, Taiwo. I no go mess this up.”
She laughs, leaning against me, and for the first time, I feel like I’m where I belong. Not the president of bedmatics, not omo iya Alagbo—just Quadri, a man building something that lasts, with the woman who makes me want to be better.

THE END

Sex with no dramas actually do exist, but Goodluck to him tho

Nice one,but most operators uses more than one machines tho

Ordinary rip now,I need to add 40 more words to it m.

Because you need to get married to see the truth about marriage…







But again,what’s life without proper bedmatics skills seff,I’m here to solve all your woes

I had to rewatch a lot of movies for this purpose,but despite the language barrier,the script and storyline was clear as day…..







But again,what’s life without proper bedmatics skills seff,I’m here to solve all your woes

When the country still had a bit of sanity….




But again,what’s life without proper bedmatics skills seff,I’m here to solve all your woes