Young03:



Lol iam,suprised things r happening in benin
Ugbague own,week me, old woman,doing ashawo

mimimile93:


Even the married ones are prostitutes..

Any Nigerian lady born from the 80s whether married or single is a prostitute..

I respect the ones at the brothels.. They keep it real.

Not the ones disguised as girlfriends and wives..

Young03:
PATIENTLY WAITING FOR BENIN LIST



BUT IS THAT AN ADVERTISMENT



SO U HAVE BEEN VISITING ALL THESE PLACES


REPENT

topherchris819:
His sitting room was tastefully furnished. Everything depicts style and modern. He was about my age but seem to be successful. So I asked what he does for a living.

" am a model and also a show organizer, that's how I got to know most celebs " he said. " and what do you do Mike? "

" I am jobless."

" seriously? "

" it's common to see jobless guys these days" I said. Speaking through the alcohol.

" yeah.. " he said.

He asked me if I wanted to shower so as to feel better. I told him that I was okay. So he went to his refrigerator at the dinning and brought out short bread biscuit and fruit juice. He placed it in front of me and sat beside me.

After we were done eaten, I looked at the time, it was 3pm. I told him I was about taking my leave but he insisted that I stayed a little longer and promised to drop me off. I agreed on the condition that I can only spare 30 minutes which he accepted.

He suddenly fixed his gaze on me. I felt uncomfortable with this so I moved a little away from him.

" I like your beards, it's so neatly groomed. " he said.

" thank you ". I said . Still uncomfortable.

He just smiled and continued eating his biscuit.

I felt its time for me to go, so I stood up and announced my departure . He hurriedly finished his biscuits and drove me home.

" you didn't ask for my name " he said smiling . As he dropped me in front of my house.

" am sorry . What's the name? " I said.

" Thomas " he said.

" I am Mike "

" can I have your number mike? "

I gave him my number, came down from his car and went straight to my room to sleep forgetting that I had appointment with Amaka.

Ruth woke me up with a gentle tap on my thighs. I half tuned and saw her standing beside me.

' are you still sleeping? " she asked surprised .

" oh my goodness! What is the time? " I said, stretching myself on the bed.

" it's 10pm" Ruth said, looking at the time on her phone sitting beside me.

I suddenly remembered I had a date with Amaka, I quickly reached for my phone. And saw 2 missed calls from Amaka, 10 missed calls from Sandra.

" sh!t! " I cursed under my breath.

" what's it?! "

" nothing. Just my head, it still aches slightly "

" oh, am sorry." she said, gently inspecting the injury on my head.

" am fine " I said, moving away from her.
" your friend is home. That's where mum is" she said smiling.

" who is my friend? "

" your neighbor "

" oh! He's back "

" yeah "

" when did he come back? "

" I don't know, mum told me when I arrived . "

I stood up. Went to the restroom to ease myself, then came back to the room.

" how was work today? " I asked the moment I walked in.

" stressful as usual. Have you eaten? "

" not really "

" OK. I bought some stuff for coconut rice. Hope you like it? " she said smiling.

" I like any sweet food" I replied with a grin.

" OK. I'll be right back. " she said and left.

Ruth looked so beautiful in her black leggings that reviewed every contour of her curvy hips and butt. And a tight pink round neck top that showed her narrow her waist is and her firm portable boobs standing firmly. She was looking unbelievably sexy and attractive. I suddenly felt my junior responding to it.

Ruth is no doubt a wife material as her humility and submissiveness. She is also a beautiful and attractive girl who is sensible and reasonable. She can pass for a supper model. But in all my heart still beats for Sandra even though I am currently scared of her. Sandra is also a beautiful girl, fair and Africanly endowed. She's also classy ,widely exposed, and well traveled. The kind of girl my spec can hardly talk to. Perhaps that's why I love her.

When I was sure Ruth had gone to the kitchen, I called Sandra.

" hello " I said.

" hello sweetie. Where have you been? I have been calling "

" am sorry, I was asleep. Thanks for releasing the guy ".

" it's OK. I was worried, thinking you are avoiding me. "

" no, you know you're my juwel.

She seem to smile, then said.
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" I missed you a lot Mike. How's your injury? "

" fine. It's better I guess ".

" let's see tomorrow, can we? "

" OK. "

" sweet dreams, I love you. "

" I love you more ". I said and just realized that I meant it.

I was about hanging up when Ruth walked in frowning at me with a glass of fruit juice in hand. I was shocked because I didn't know how long she might have been standing behind the door.

" who is your juwel? " she said ominously.

I fumbled with words, she seem to have lost her mind as she threw the cup of juice on me then ran into the kitchen, I immediately ran after her. She poured the rice on the fire into the sink. I tried to come closer but she flung the pot at me with some hot rice in it I turned and it landed on my back.

" Mike! Will I kill myself for you to know I care about you Mike?! " she said crying.

" am sorry, just calm down" I said still trying to plead my way out.

Ruth seem absolutely nuts. She threw everything on her reach at me, even broken plates. I moved from her way protecting myself from being hurt. That was when she ran pass me, went to mums room, hurriedly picked her bag and everything she own and was out before I got to her. I tried stop her but she spat on my face, bite me on my bandaged hand and hit my head with her bag, I was forced to let go. She immediately ran downstairs. I chased her after her.

" Mike leave me alone! This is the end. I can't share my man with anyone. Go to your rich lady friend am done!" she said amidst tears. Then started running .

I ran after her begging to consider the risk of leaving that late. But she kept crying, running and walking fast. Each time I tried to hold her she attacked me violently with her teeth, hands anything she picked from the ground. My hand was already bleeding but it didnt bother me much.

I followed her from behind to ensure she gets home safely. We boarded the same bus. I tried to pay for her bus fare but she rejected it with a drama. I followed her till she got home still begging.

" get out! " she yelled as she was entering her compound. "if I come out and meet you here I will pour you hot water. You had better leave for your own good. " she banged the gate and locked it from inside.

It was then I realized how lonely her street was. And the thought of going home alone sent the chill down my groin.

princeade86:
ask maradona,he may want to send it to messi so that he can be high on weed before our match. cocaine+weed on messi will be mad gan

you mean miss penalty 2018

muhammed50:
Another means of transportation!

cruchenutii:


lol
Lol. This is actually possible though. Maybe you time travelled to the past. Who knows?

My Sunday is fine jare. The World Cup is keeping everyone happy this period.

HoodBillionaire:
was on my way to buy bread ds morning
i dnt knw wtf is sunday meant for men
wtf
all super markets no dey gree open till 1pm
omo naso i be wan enter street turn left
i juat sight men on blue and black
doing stop and search for some boys weyvdey drive o
d ones wey dey on bike,dey waka
omo i drive strai8
forget bread dey go aous
Naija is cursed hahahaha u get luck today

Tabbaz:
you can earn a fortune if you can pull this. You may need the help of judiciary though. very true

sonsomegrigbo:
Crime begins and ends in igbo land










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