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charlsecy:A million dollar |
So you are using one case as the stem of your research and judgement |
I don’t want to call it norms,but if I don’t really feel anything greater than just sexual desire for you,you’d see it after sex |
WantsandMore:j You don’t understand the concept,if the theft allegations is true,then it’s friendship broken.. Omah lay can’t switch up to the sound because the world will accuse him of copying rema… But again,what’s life without proper bedmatics skills seff,I’m here to solve all your woes |
Post way be say if no one give am traction,na so eee go die natural death and the person go delete am… But again,what’s life without proper bedmatics skills seff,I’m here to solve all your woes |
I don’t even know where to stand here,but I know Nigerians need help,but some people tend to abuse space and help we render to them too…. But again,what’s life without proper bedmatics skills seff,I’m here to solve all your woes |
Sickness and illness is part of man’s destiny… But Nigerians politicians tends to value positions over health,man should take a break |
Nwaikpe:Words is the genesis and revelation of everything in humans life… Every great beginning is the of someone’s words |
blingxx:This is not extremist case or not,you don’t piss on people’s beliefs and not expect reaction… |
What do you expect,state that are struggling to pay minimum wage for active workers are the ones you expect to pay minimum for aged pensioners… There is no Nigerian politician in this current clime that can reverse our fortunes,the rot is just too deep… But again,what’s life without proper bedmatics skills seff,I’m here to solve all your woes |
[quote author=Nnamdipapa post=136424963]Thank you. I wonder how people think $60 is chicken change in the US and believe everyone in the US is living in heaven while everyone in Naija living in hell.[/quote There is no where in the world that 60 dollars is chicken change my bro… That’s over 3 to 4 hours at a grocery store |
RolexOfGeneva:You’re pitting analogy against reality and truth,hierarchy and class exist for a reason and as long it is not a capital offence,hierarchy and class will always save the day |
Naya25:Once read about the profession having an age limit of 35 to 40…. Wasn’t expecting what I saw tho |
We’ve lost it as a man |
bmd1010:Man is targeting the bigger fish now,PR is part and parcel of campaign goals |
Duly noted,Abi Wetin una expect me make I talk again … |
Awa Oni inaaaa,the traditional part of ikorodu ooo has no light ooo |
Ikaeniyan0:Egg went from 50 naira to 250 De rice of rica went from 400 to 1200 Soft drink from 120 to 500 All in the first 18 month of this administration… Should I keep listing?? |
Sensationalism again,the truth is that cost of basic commodities went over the roof… 400 percent increase in the price of basic commodities is something only the rich and elite can survive… Stop the sensationalism abeg |
I wanted to write bad antecedent for future winners,but remember there’s a prize money for this competitions too,that goes inside the pocket of the federation.. Let winners enjoy thier cakes jaree |
COMPAQ:El hadary played the majority of his career in Africa,enyeama had a better career,man did lit up the World Cup |
Love800:Essien has no afcon,no African best,did not have a longer career than okocha… There are better players than Okocha ooo,but not essien |
Love800:Kalou Ko,maluuu ni… There are better gk than bonou tho,enyeama,grobbelaar,even okocha has a shout … Plus Essien did not have a better career than aboutrika,okocha,Mikel, |
Nefort:Is there anyone in this present world that has no screen lock… The bank has failed to protect her customers,simple |
Your analogy is flawed tho,you met three hungry ladies rather…I’m not saying good girls exist ooo,but there are girls that won’t take their off their pants for you if you start the conversation with money.. Na million you wan give them ![]() |
To think you think an 18 year old girl is ready for marriage just because she knows your business well and trustworthy sounds cringy… Have you ever asked her about her dreams and what she wants in life first seff ![]() |
Sorry for her,but nature always has a way of wining |
She laughs, a sound that warms me. “I’ll bring my own food, just in case.” She hesitates, then steps closer, her hand brushing my arm. “Be careful, okay? Olamide… she’s not the type to let go easy.” I nod, her warning echoing my fears. “I know. I’ll handle it.” As Taiwo’s silhouette fades into the crowd, I feel hope tangled with dread. I want her, but Olamide’s shadow looms, and Adedayo’s absence is a wound still bleeding. That night, my phone lights up with another message from Olamide: “You think you can run to Taiwo and forget me? You know I’m not that easy to shake. Meet me at Lounge 55 tomorrow, 9 PM. We need to talk.” A photo follows—her in a red dress, curves daring me to say no. My pulse races. Part of me—the old me, the one who called himself “indabooski bahooze”—feels her pull. But the part that laughed with Taiwo, that saw Adedayo’s hurt, wants out. I type: “It’s over. Respect that. I’m not coming.” I block her number, my hands shaking. Sleep doesn’t come easy. My dreams are a mess of Olamide’s voice, Taiwo’s eyes, and Adedayo’s fists. When I wake, my choices weigh heavier than ever. The next evening, I’m at my herb shop, restocking shelves with moringa and ginseng jars. The small space hums with customers haggling and the generator’s drone outside. I’m explaining maca root’s benefits when the door swings open, and Olamide storms in. She’s a vision in a black jumpsuit, braids cascading, lips bold red. The shop goes quiet, all eyes on her. “We need to talk. Now,” she says, her voice carrying. I freeze, heart pounding. “Not here,” I say, keeping my tone low. “This is my business.” She crosses her arms, eyes blazing. “Oh, now you care about your business? You didn’t care when you were in my bed, did you? Or when you were chasing Taiwo behind my back?” Customers whisper, some pretending not to listen. My face burns. “Olamide, stop. Let’s go outside.” She doesn’t move. “No. You think you can cut me off? After everything? I told you, I don’t care about consequences. I want you, and I know you want me.” I take a deep breath, forcing calm. “What we did was a mistake. I betrayed Adedayo, and I’m not doing that again. I’m trying to be better—for me, for Taiwo, for everyone. Please, let this go.” Her eyes narrow, but her shoulders sag, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her face. “You think Taiwo’s better than me, don’t you? You think she’s the good girl, and I’m just… a fling?” My chest tightens. I see her hurt, a woman chasing validation in chaos. “It’s not about better or worse. You deserve someone who can give you everything, not stolen moments. That’s not me.” She stares, lips trembling, then storms out, the door slamming. The shop buzzes with murmurs, but I barely hear them. I feel like I’ve run a marathon, heart racing, resolve stronger. Weeks pass, and Taiwo and I grow closer. We meet for coffee, stroll Ikorodu’s streets, and spend an evening at a local open mic where I perform a raw song about guilt and second chances. Taiwo sits in the front row, eyes shining with pride, clapping loudest when I finish. |
FitCorper:God already did,we are both in this sir region… Girls I’m eyeing calling me sir nauseates me,but what can I do |
Muric too Dey make me laugh… Make dem traditional worshippers too demand for local court in all state |

