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tonysunkan:
Carry on

UltimateSpice:
Rosalinda grinned and muttered, "Yeah, right." She stretched for a moment, bending her body back and forth and twisting her arms behind her in some pretzel fashion that showed off her amazing flexibility and simultaneously thrust her naked bosom outwards.

Catching my stare, Rosalinda smirked for a moment. Then she got dressed quickly and then gave me a short peck on the lips. "I'll call you."

And then she was gone.

Rosalinda rarely stayed with me overnight. We had a great sexual chemistry, but we both knew I was just her booty call. I was like the old, comfortable blanket she could always snuggle up to. Then again, the sex was fantastic and I had nothing to complain about.

Still, it would be nice for her to appreciate me a little more.

I lounged around my bed for another few minutes, then finally got up and went to take a shower before going to sleep.

FRIDAY

BZZT! BZZT! BZZT! SLAP!

My hand rested on the nightstand, two inches from the alarm clock I'd just attempted to crush. The morning noise of a busy Manhattan morning wafted in through the walls while I tried to shut my eyes and ears against an invasive weekday.

BZZT! BZZT! BZZT!

The hell? Why was it still buzzing? Then I noticed that the noise was coming from INSIDE my nightstand. Bleary-eyed, I yanked open the drawer and found my cell phone, which was vibrating against the wood in silent mode. I'd turned it down when Rosalinda had come over last night.

BZZT! BZZT! BZZT!

After a few blinks, I managed to read the caller ID. It was my mom. And it was 7 o'clock in the morning. I didn't want to pick it up at this early hour.

Still, she was my mom. My one and only parent. I never knew who my dad was. He'd been gone long before I was born and my mom never spoke of him. She'd taught me to tie my shoelaces and help me with my homework and generally take care of me my entire life. The least I could do was answer the phone when she called me. So I hit the TALK button and gingerly pressed the receiver to my head.

"Yeah..."

"Tade!" she exclaimed. Well, it was a little more like 'Jonnatan'... my mom's accent wasn't very good with 'th' sounds. Then she blurted a harsh phrase in native language, telling me to wake up.

"I'm up, I'm up."

"Tade, I have to tell you I'm sorry. I should have told you the truth a long time ago."




Diary of a Playguy:
https://okadabooks.com/book/about/diary-of-a-playguy/43624

fourboys:
the one that doesn't spray naira How far?

fourboys:
the one that doesn't spray naira How far?

ToyinOlorunsola:
In recent times, agitations have become rife in Nigeria. Whether real or perceived, agitations continue to thrive in our sphere.
I humbly want to suggest the following on how to go about our agitations.
1. Let us eschew bitterness and rancour. Whatever is the agitation - from the desire for social justice to correcting anomalies of marginilization - we can always employ decency, decorum and legitimate means of agitating.
2. Let us stop hate speeches. For God's sake spewing hate speeches, no matter how aggrieved we feel, will not get us anywhere. That will only spread strife.
3. Let us avoid violence. Some talk about war as if it is a child's play. Please, say no to violence.
In Africa, citizens should be building bridges that will bring about unity, progress, growth and development. Certainly, we should not be blowing up the few fragile bridges!
Our society will be better when we do things conscientiously. Thank you.