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Nice work. |
Obi is a politician, just like others. I will never believe that he or any Nigerian politician is a 'righteous' man. |
OH Lord, not again. |
How I wish it is true that Obi is righteous. |
This is despicable. Man must control his sex desire. |
Wickedness! Way we never have a volitile lover. |
Many of them are not unlettered. But many are actually uncultured. |
There was no need she wrote the long epistle to Biden. |
What a silly reason! Must you rob? |
The woman has every right to write that letter. However, the tone of the letter is filled with bile and bitterness. Writing that the U.S should not have congratulated the winner of the election is petty and meddlesome. I expected something better than this from her. |
From my observation, there are different categories of obedients. It is rather unfortunate that many of them belong to the garrulous and repulsive type. If Obi wins (if, at all), the horde of his supporters will lead him to authoritarianism. |
In all honesty, there should also be a bill regulating children of senior public officers from schooling abroad. |
densiks: |
I went through some of the dailies We were already stacked on the center table. ‘Breakfast is ready, sir,’ the maid came to announce. I nodded. ‘Thank you.’ Just then, Lizzy came in. In the presence of the maid, she behaved conventionally. ‘Good morning, uncle,’ she greeted. I grinned. ‘Good morning, Lizzy. How was your night?’ ‘It was wonderful,’ she replied, emphasizing the word, ‘wonderful.’ A good actress she was, I thought. A bloody actor I was, she decided. The maid left the room. I smiled and winked at her. We had our breakfast. After the breakfast, We sat in the sitting-room and got engrossed in reading the newspapers. I digested the contents as if I was studying them. Lizzy excused herself and left for her room. Later I spoke to Fransisca and my children on the phone. ‘Daddy, are you not feeling bored over there?’ Tomi, my first child asked. ‘Well, daddy is coping,’ I answered. ‘We want to come there, daddy. We want to come to Abuja.’ I grinned to myself. ‘Don’t worry, very soon, you’ll all come and know this place.’ After I had finished talking to them, I called Lizzy out of her room. ‘I’ll be going to town, but I won’t stay long,’ I said. ‘Is there anything you’ll want me to get for you?’ She smiled briefly. ‘Anything.’ ‘Okay.’ I drove myself to town and went to a shopping plaza. Now, what could I buy for Lizzy? I had not got any salary from my new job yet and was still very mindful of the way I spent money. I picked three fanciful t-shirts for her. I also went to a drug store to get some items. Within two hours, I was back in the house. I met Lizzy in the sitting-room watching television. ‘Hello, there.’ ‘Welcome,’ she replied. I made straight for my bedroom. After a minute, Lizzy stood up and went to join me there. I showed her the three designer t-shirts. ‘Many thanks,’ she said and gave me a peck. ‘I hope you like them.’ ‘Sure. They’re beautiful.’ ‘Don’t worry, by the time I start earning money, you’ll get better things.’ ‘I know.’ She examined the wears and nodded appreciatively. ‘Let me see how it looks on me.’ She changed from the shirt she was wearing to try one of the t-shirts. ‘How do I look?’ she asked, turning around. I smiled. ‘It fits you perfectly well. It’s as if it is customized. You look beautiful.’ She was delighted to hear that. ‘Thank you. What did you buy for yourself?’ I shook my head. ‘Nothing for now.’ ‘Oh, you’re a man of noble heart,’ she said and came to hug me. ‘Thank you.’ Hours later, We had our lunch. Minutes after the meal, I stood up from the sofa in the sitting-room. ‘I think I’ll take a nap.’ I went to my bedroom. Just as I suspected, she soon came to join me. I was lying on the bed but was wide awake. ‘What name do I call you when we’re together like this?’ she asked. ‘What name do you want to call me?’ ‘Can I call you A.Y?’ |
I went through some of the dailies We were already stacked on the center table. ‘Breakfast is ready, sir,’ the maid came to announce. I nodded. ‘Thank you.’ Just then, Lizzy came in. In the presence of the maid, she behaved conventionally. ‘Good morning, uncle,’ she greeted. I grinned. ‘Good morning, Lizzy. How was your night?’ ‘It was wonderful,’ she replied, emphasizing the word, ‘wonderful.’ A good actress she was, I thought. A bloody actor I was, she decided. The maid left the room. I smiled and winked at her. We had our breakfast. After the breakfast, We sat in the sitting-room and got engrossed in reading the newspapers. I digested the contents as if I was studying them. Lizzy excused herself and left for her room. Later I spoke to Fransisca and my children on the phone. ‘Daddy, are you not feeling bored over there?’ Tomi, my first child asked. ‘Well, daddy is coping,’ I answered. ‘We want to come there, daddy. We want to come to Abuja.’ I grinned to myself. ‘Don’t worry, very soon, you’ll all come and know this place.’ After I had finished talking to them, I called Lizzy out of her room. ‘I’ll be going to town, but I won’t stay long,’ I said. ‘Is there anything you’ll want me to get for you?’ She smiled briefly. ‘Anything.’ ‘Okay.’ I drove myself to town and went to a shopping plaza. Now, what could I buy for Lizzy? I had not got any salary from my new job yet and was still very mindful of the way I spent money. I picked three fanciful t-shirts for her. I also went to a drug store to get some items. Within two hours, I was back in the house. I met Lizzy in the sitting-room watching television. ‘Hello, there.’ ‘Welcome,’ she replied. I made straight for my bedroom. After a minute, Lizzy stood up and went to join me there. I showed her the three designer t-shirts. ‘Many thanks,’ she said and gave me a peck. ‘I hope you like them.’ ‘Sure. They’re beautiful.’ ‘Don’t worry, by the time I start earning money, you’ll get better things.’ ‘I know.’ She examined the wears and nodded appreciatively. ‘Let me see how it looks on me.’ She changed from the shirt she was wearing to try one of the t-shirts. ‘How do I look?’ she asked, turning around. I smiled. ‘It fits you perfectly well. It’s as if it is customized. You look beautiful.’ She was delighted to hear that. ‘Thank you. What did you buy for yourself?’ I shook my head. ‘Nothing for now.’ ‘Oh, you’re a man of noble heart,’ she said and came to hug me. ‘Thank you.’ Hours later, We had our lunch. Minutes after the meal, I stood up from the sofa in the sitting-room. ‘I think I’ll take a nap.’ I went to my bedroom. Just as I suspected, she soon came to join me. I was lying on the bed but was wide awake. ‘What name do I call you when we’re together like this?’ she asked. ‘What name do you want to call me?’ ‘Can I call you A.Y?’ |
You can't chase a man out of his father's land. |
Mr. Cardoso stated the obvious. |
The last has not been heard of Labour Party. |
This is terrible. Police brutality must stop. |
Politics is hard and not for the lily-livered. One more thing: politics goes beyond wishful thinking of some people. |
[quote author=Nonny95 post=122342407]You all can now see the desperation of APC |
What Adamu said is the grand plan for what will happen in Labor Party. Watch out. |
I am not surprised by all these. Power tussle is not a child's play. I foresee more days of trouble for the Labour Party. |
I foresee more days of trouble for the Labour Party. |
Good to hear that. Those that are calling for military take over or interim government are unpatriotic elements that want to bring this country down. The good lord will not allow them. |
I chuckled and shook my head. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said. ‘For what?’ My grin was rueful. ‘I’m sorry for touching it.’ She didn’t say anything. I lay on my back by her side. It was embarrassing, but there was a bulge between my groin. No, no, don’t go further, my mind told me. In fact, get up from that bed and tell her to leave. Do that right now! I could not. I remained on my back, my heart beat racing. I looked at her briefly and our eyes locked. There was something magnetic about that. my right hand went to the boob again. It stayed much longer, this time, and there was no protest from her. I robbed and squeezed it. my hand moved to the second boob and did the same. There was no going back now. I removed her sky blue top and the white brassiere. She allowed me to do so. The child’s play had become full adult game. Hours later, specks of light peeped through the room. It was dawn. We were naked under the bedspread, and I held her the exact way I used to hold Fransisca, my wife – Lizzy’s senior sister. Lizzy snuggled to my side. I opened my eyes and studied her. my mind was filled with guilt. How could you do this to her? What came over you? How could you be so morally lax like this? But another mind dismissed all the recriminations. It was a good opportunity and I had made the best of it. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. No one had acted under duress. She wasn’t an under-age, so it was not rape. It was a case of kiss-me-I-kiss-you. She moved gently and put her right her on my chest. I held the hand and stroked it gently. She finally opened her eyes and looked at me dreamily. A smile played on her lips and she looked blissful. ‘Good morning, baby girl,’ I greeted. ‘Good morning, big boy,’ she replied, still smiling. ‘What a naughty girl you are,’ I said under my breath. ‘What a naughty man you are,’ she replied. He sighed and closed my eyes. Her hand cuddled my chest. ‘Oh Lizzy, what have you done to me?’ ‘I should ask you that question.’ Still under the wrap of the bedspread, she climbed on me. Our lips met and We kissed deeply. I cuddled her all over again and We went on another trip to Eros land. Thereafter, she lay exhausted on my hand. We slipped into a short nap until the house maid came to knock on my bedroom door. ‘Good morning, sir,’ she greeted from outside. ‘I want to know what to prepare this morning for you, sir.’ ‘Make beverages and toast bread,’ I said instinctively. ‘Yes, sir.’ I yawned and got up from the bed. I wore my boxer short and went to the bedroom. There, I brushed my teeth and had a bath. Lizzy too awoke to have her bath. Then she left for her room to change her clothes. I wore a t-shirt and jeans and moved to the sitting-room. I went through some of the dailies We were already stacked on the center table. |
I chuckled and shook my head. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said. ‘For what?’ My grin was rueful. ‘I’m sorry for touching it.’ She didn’t say anything. I lay on my back by her side. It was embarrassing, but there was a bulge between my groin. No, no, don’t go further, my mind told me. In fact, get up from that bed and tell her to leave. Do that right now! I could not. I remained on my back, my heart beat racing. I looked at her briefly and our eyes locked. There was something magnetic about that. my right hand went to the boob again. It stayed much longer, this time, and there was no protest from her. I robbed and squeezed it. my hand moved to the second boob and did the same. There was no going back now. I removed her sky blue top and the white brassiere. She allowed me to do so. The child’s play had become full adult game. Hours later, specks of light peeped through the room. It was dawn. We were naked under the bedspread, and I held her the exact way I used to hold Fransisca, my wife – Lizzy’s senior sister. Lizzy snuggled to my side. I opened my eyes and studied her. my mind was filled with guilt. How could you do this to her? What came over you? How could you be so morally lax like this? But another mind dismissed all the recriminations. It was a good opportunity and I had made the best of it. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. No one had acted under duress. She wasn’t an under-age, so it was not rape. It was a case of kiss-me-I-kiss-you. She moved gently and put her right her on my chest. I held the hand and stroked it gently. She finally opened her eyes and looked at me dreamily. A smile played on her lips and she looked blissful. ‘Good morning, baby girl,’ I greeted. ‘Good morning, big boy,’ she replied, still smiling. ‘What a naughty girl you are,’ I said under my breath. ‘What a naughty man you are,’ she replied. He sighed and closed my eyes. Her hand cuddled my chest. ‘Oh Lizzy, what have you done to me?’ ‘I should ask you that question.’ Still under the wrap of the bedspread, she climbed on me. Our lips met and We kissed deeply. I cuddled her all over again and We went on another trip to Eros land. Thereafter, she lay exhausted on my hand. We slipped into a short nap until the house maid came to knock on my bedroom door. ‘Good morning, sir,’ she greeted from outside. ‘I want to know what to prepare this morning for you, sir.’ ‘Make beverages and toast bread,’ I said instinctively. ‘Yes, sir.’ I yawned and got up from the bed. I wore my boxer short and went to the bedroom. There, I brushed my teeth and had a bath. Lizzy too awoke to have her bath. Then she left for her room to change her clothes. I wore a t-shirt and jeans and moved to the sitting-room. I went through some of the dailies We were already stacked on the center table. |
She picked the pillow again and playfully hit me on the chest. ‘You will explain the Lizzy to your wife.’ ‘Hey, small girl, take it easy.’ ‘I’m not a small girl. I’m a lady.’ ‘Yeah, a lady that still wets her pants.’ ‘Excuse me?’ I closed my eyes again, but not completely. As she picked the pillow to hit me again, I seized her hands. We stared into each other’s eyes. ‘Now, can you see that you’re powerless? That you’re just a girl,’ I said with a kind of triumphant smile. ‘I’m not a girl,’ she muttered. She struggled futilely to free her hands. ‘Say sorry, uncle,’ I told her. ‘I won’t say it.’ ‘Okay, you’re stubborn, abi?’ I gripped her hands more. She attempted more to free the hands, but couldn’t. I pulled her more to myself. Like a mock wrestling match, she climbed on me and was on my chest. There was a smile on her face; a smile of what-if-I-did-this? It was a child’s play and I was playing along, as if I was her playmate. I suddenly released her hands. ‘I’ve won,’ she said, sitting on my belly. ‘You couldn’t have won,’ I replied. ‘Not with your feather weight.’ ‘Oh, so you call this feather weight.’ She put her full weight on my stomach and her two hands on my chest, as if indeed I was at her mercy. I gripped her by the waist and up turned her. In a jiffy, I was the one lying on her, chest to chest. She put her mouth to a side, as if trying to avoid contact with his. I released my grip on her waist, although my hand still lingered there. ‘Ouch!’ she said. ‘Sorry, does that hurt?’ I got down from her. Without waiting for an answer, I rubbed her waist. It was her turn to close the eyes. I had got down from her, but my hands still held her waist. I rubbed it again. It was obvious the game We were playing was moving from child’s play to adult game. Tentatively, my hand moved to her chest. Rather than stopping me, she continued to close her eyes. That goaded me on. my right hand first went to her left boob. It stayed on the cup of the bra, as if hesitant. Then, in a daring move, I touched it, fondled it briefly and squeezed it gently. Her eyes remained close. Then, my mind screamed at me to stop doing the nonsense I was doing. Lizzy was your sister in law, the mind screamed at me. Stop doing what you were doing. It was a taboo! My touch slackened. ‘Does that look like a girl’s own?’ she asked. I chuckled and shook my head. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said. ‘For what?’ My grin was rueful. ‘I’m sorry for touching it.’ She didn’t say anything. |
She picked the pillow again and playfully hit me on the chest. ‘You will explain the Lizzy to your wife.’ ‘Hey, small girl, take it easy.’ ‘I’m not a small girl. I’m a lady.’ ‘Yeah, a lady that still wets her pants.’ ‘Excuse me?’ I closed my eyes again, but not completely. As she picked the pillow to hit me again, I seized her hands. We stared into each other’s eyes. ‘Now, can you see that you’re powerless? That you’re just a girl,’ I said with a kind of triumphant smile. ‘I’m not a girl,’ she muttered. She struggled futilely to free her hands. ‘Say sorry, uncle,’ I told her. ‘I won’t say it.’ ‘Okay, you’re stubborn, abi?’ I gripped her hands more. She attempted more to free the hands, but couldn’t. I pulled her more to myself. Like a mock wrestling match, she climbed on me and was on my chest. There was a smile on her face; a smile of what-if-I-did-this? It was a child’s play and I was playing along, as if I was her playmate. I suddenly released her hands. ‘I’ve won,’ she said, sitting on my belly. ‘You couldn’t have won,’ I replied. ‘Not with your feather weight.’ ‘Oh, so you call this feather weight.’ She put her full weight on my stomach and her two hands on my chest, as if indeed I was at her mercy. I gripped her by the waist and up turned her. In a jiffy, I was the one lying on her, chest to chest. She put her mouth to a side, as if trying to avoid contact with his. I released my grip on her waist, although my hand still lingered there. ‘Ouch!’ she said. ‘Sorry, does that hurt?’ I got down from her. Without waiting for an answer, I rubbed her waist. It was her turn to close the eyes. I had got down from her, but my hands still held her waist. I rubbed it again. It was obvious the game We were playing was moving from child’s play to adult game. Tentatively, my hand moved to her chest. Rather than stopping me, she continued to close her eyes. That goaded me on. my right hand first went to her left boob. It stayed on the cup of the bra, as if hesitant. Then, in a daring move, I touched it, fondled it briefly and squeezed it gently. Her eyes remained close. Then, my mind screamed at me to stop doing the nonsense I was doing. Lizzy was your sister in law, the mind screamed at me. Stop doing what you were doing. It was a taboo! My touch slackened. ‘Does that look like a girl’s own?’ she asked. I chuckled and shook my head. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said. ‘For what?’ My grin was rueful. ‘I’m sorry for touching it.’ She didn’t say anything. |
Josephine and have sex with Madam Faith at her whim? How do you find that ok, but not Favor? I’m lost here. Please explain,” I answered back as gently as I could. There was a pregnant pause. Ruth arrived with our drinks and left again. The silence was deafening. The college group got up, literally staggered to the cash register and began trying to put together enough money for the check. “You’re some money short. Of course, plus my tip.” Ruth barked I told Helen to be still, that I would be right back. I got up and went over to the register. The college group was digging in their purses, pockets, opening their wallet us, looking everywhere for more money. “Look, if you don’t have the money I’m going to have to call the Police.” Ruth barked at them again. I walked up to the register and introduced myself. “Ruth, how much is their bill?” “They’re short plus my tip” she replied icily “Ruth, that’s not what I asked. How much is their total bill?” I asked again. “Their check, ‘SIR’, is N7000.00.” Ruth said dripping the words with a tone. “Fine, I’ll take care of their check plus your tip. Good enough?” I answered her with a sarcastic tone of my own. I reached in my pocket and pulled out some N1000 bills I got from Mr. Balogun. The young guys were stunned. They all asked me for my name and where could they send the money to me. I gave them a generic business card from the escort company. I wrote my name on the back, thinking to myself that I will never see them again. But, I smiled and gave the card to a nice young lady who seemed to be sober enough to drive the group safely home. They asked, while Ruth was finishing the transaction, if I owned the escort company. “Nope, I’m just the escort,” I replied smiling at them. “No fuckin way” said one of the drunken guys. Ruth put my change down on the counter. I picked up the change and walked away. I walked back to the table where Helen and I were sitting. First thing I noticed was her smiling again. Well, that’s a step in the right direction, I thought to myself. I sat down back on my side of the table. “It’s nice to see you smile again. I was worried there for a few minutes,” I said to her. Just then, Ruth showed up with our meal. She was so different now. She politely put our meals down on the table, offered ketchup, hot sauce, or more dressing for Helen’s salad. We declined them all, thanking her and she went back to one of the booths where she was rolling silverware. We began eating. I looked at Helen wondering if I was going to have to carry this conversation on my own. |