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After about three hours of transit in heart of Lagos, I arrived my Uncle’s residence at Yaba. It was the first time I would visit him since his return from Ghana where he served as Defense adviser to Nigeria’s high commission in Ghana. As expected, evidence of foreign connection was present, as two big ambassadorial jeeps were parked in his garage alongside a couple of other flashy cars. The exterior of the building couldn’t betray the fact that it belonged to someone not unconnected with politics.

I was in interrogated by his armed guards after which they ushered me in. My uncle had visitors , I therefore had to wait in the visitors room pending his visitors departure. ‘Money good o’ was the only song playing in my mind all through my stay. I spent the night at His place because it was too late to depart for Ikorodu on the same day. As I was about leaving the next morning, My uncle offered me ‘transport fare’ and even offered that his guards dropped me at the bus-stop to which I objected, I am not the type to reject a free ride on a normal day, but the anxiousness to count my ‘transport fare’ didn’t permit me to accept the ride.

As soon as I was out of sight, I counted the money and I wasn’t disappointed, ‘7k wasn’t bad afterall’ I concluded. I really do not understand whether I had no needs at that point in time, or I was deluded with love to the extent of not having anything to do with money other than airtime. I purchased 2000 naira worth of airtime, solely for the sake of Funke.

I was overwhelmed by the fact that I had more than enough airtime to call my love, as such I dialed her line and the ‘madness’ started. I was unmindful of passers-by since I was on the road not just that, as I was making the call, I walked past the bus-stop, where I ought to get transport. The call went on, until she complained of having a low battery, even at that, I was reluctant to drop the call. Before dropping, I told her I had a surprise for her, one I neither planned nor contemplated, but as soon as the words came out, it became mandatory that I fulfill my promise.

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come o! where is she making the money? I've never seen any adverts on her blog

sister to be candid that guy has made his intentions known to you in a mild way though. The only thing he wants is sex all the laughter 'freeness',jokes, company et all is because he wants sex.as for being special 90%.of guys will say d Same thing to even a slave girl as long as they want sex.
please I don't want a situation where you'll create a topic saying 'he left me after sex '

RUN MY SISTER RUN!
abeg make I stop here I need sleep

simmit: Mr Wazak! I have been enjoying ur story for weeks now. I must say you are a quintessential writer......But there is a slight issue i have with this particular post. You cannot post an affidavit through the internet. You can only post a scanned copy of it and of course, you will still have the original copy....or maybe you meant to say post office...

I didn't post any affidavit. I lied to my mum since I went out for something else.thanks for reading

[quote author=ese79][/quote]bro power supply is epileptic. infact worst. I'm really sorry!

Lynpetra you try oh! chai... I can imagine d smell of this place...

psucc: University of strike. Fage, ASUU State.

do. u know me somewhere or what? Lol... no mind d Fagge guy

I know my school will be the last to call off this strike!

ha-ha.... family love indeed... e be like say u no know say na 'cousins ' worst pass...
'if it smells like a fish,it tastes like a fish,then It's certainly a fish '- Mazi Omenuko

1. Mandela was opposed to persecuting civilians even though he found the ANC military wing. All attacks targeted at civilians by the ANC military wing was never supported by Mandela.
2. Mandela forgave the whites, this was despite the fact that south Africans were demoralized, dehumanized, discriminated and exploited by the whites. when apartheid finally came to an end it was Mandela who allayed the fears of white settlers who were once culprits!
3. Mandela was incarcerated for 27 years, within those 27 years he was offered conditional freedom 6 times and he rejected 6 times. just for the sake of truth.
4.Mandela had the opportunity to be a leader for life like Ghaddafi and Mugabe but he chose to handover willingly despite the fact that he was seen as a Hero.
are u still there?

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Fortunately, my head was still active at that moment and it took me few seconds to create another lie. I simply told her I had posted the affidavit to the organization via the internet. How I was I able to reason out such a lie is beyond me till date, because even the omnipotent witchcraft of my sisters was unable to decipher it. A silencer it was.

Later that night, I retired to my bed very early due to stress of that day which was already telling on me. I wanted to call Funke that I was already home, but a part of me restrained me from doing so, that since she didn’t call to inquire whether I got home safely or not, she also didn’t deserve to know. As I laid on my bed to rest, my mind flashed back to the events of that day, Funke’s face kept replaying in my head causing me to smile.

When I woke up the next day however the first thing that came to my mind was Funke, the few moments I spent with her the previous day was stuck to my memory like the chameleon’s faeces. I called her with the little airtime I had left on my cell and explained to her that I was broke and may not be able to call her.I was still feeling the effects of the previous day's adventure, i laid on my bed playing some of my recorded phone conversation with Funke,and pretended to be asleep. I eavesdropped the argument between my mum and my sisters, my sisters had insisted that they wake me to perform my chores while my mum objected, according to her i was still recovering from my outing of the previous day. 'Lucky me' i thought, but when it was time for food, i automatically jumped out of the bed to answer nature's call
(or is eating not natural?)

Later during the day, my Dad informed me that I’d be going on an errand for him to deliver some documents to my uncle who lived at Yaba. I was delighted by the announcement, it wasn’t as if I was obedient to the extent of running errands enthusiastically, but such an errand was one to wet my dry pockets. I expertly concealed my joy and grumbled in its stead to make it seem as if I was unwilling to go, how funny, an errand I was ready to kill for !!!

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his Maami wasn't released due to fears of piracy I got to know this true Mainframe's official marketer who is my neighbour. I've gotten original behind the scenes pics of this movie and I tell I, I hate nollywood movies but this is a piece I can't resist.

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Austeenx: I've got my Samsung and my vaseline. I don't need love.

bro! and etisalat BIS is now working on android.... I mean What's love?

pDude: I am just trolling

I for say! what of ur adamawa girls them?

pDude: When an innocent Igbo girl cavorts with a yoruba afrojuju musician, what do you expect?

haba!!! I respect u pass like this na

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I was still wallowing in a mixture of anger and sadness when a dagger stabbed my mind. The dagger of reality made me realize I had a tougher journey ahead on that particular day. the fact that I was left with just 120 naira, whereas my transport fare back home was a whooping 350 naira on a normal day. The thought of this reality rendered me thoughtless, did I say thoughtless? Oh yeah, I was actually thinking, but in a thoughtless manner.

As my mind drifted away from part of emotion, to that of reality, seeking for solutions to the self-inflicted situation I found myself, the physical part of my body which lacked the ability to reason set itself on the arduous task of implementing the solution provided by my mind, that was ho yours truly started trekking even with the emptiness of my stomach from Funke’s street to wherever I could walk no longer.
And on I trekked through the ever-busy mobolaji-bank Anthony way, to the bridge linking Maryland and Ojota, at a point in time when walking seemed inefficient, I jogged, when jogging became too demanding, I returned back to walking. In the middle of this arduous adventure, I my heart also m became hungry, but unlike my stomach which was longing for edibles, my heart was longing for Funke. The food for my heart was within reach and I dialed her number. My heart was really a simple and less demanding, for it was satisfied immediately Funke’s voice was translated to it. The by-product of the call was a big smile on my face...perhaps Fela was referring to me when he sang ‘suffering and smiling’

I found myself in Ojota after about 45 minutes of trekking, totally worn out and exhausted. I stood transfixed as I let my mind dictate the next course of my adventure. I was to reserve the money in me for the last part of my journey, as such boarding a bus in Ojota was an option but paying was an impossibility.

It should be said that I was not and am not a criminal, but all is actually fair in love and war. Therefore, as I finally jumped on a rusty molue bus, I made up my mind, that come what may, a dime shall not be paid by me as transport. I could have been taken for the fearful type who panics at almost everything which is not far from the truth, from the weed-destroyed voice of the conductor, to the rugged step on breaks by drivers, I was a fearer. Boarding a molue was a decision I made for many reasons, among which are the fact that they are usually overcrowded due to cheaper price. As such it was the perfect breeding ground for my plan, I joined the ‘standing’ commuters as we journeyed in the sardine-tight molue.
Halfway through the journey, the conductor had requested for my fare and I courageously asked him amidst a fake frown accompanied by a false tone of anger “e melo lofe gbowo?” (how many times do you want to collect my transport fare). Probably cowed by my stern look, he bought my falsehood albeit submissively as he replied “ma binu” (I’m sorry). Need I say that during the course of the little melodrama between myself and the conductor, my heart almost jumped out of its place? It doubled its beating and I was almost afraid lest the conductor hears it... Thank God no man can see the heart of another.

I almost felt guilty for playing pranks on the conductor, but methinks desperate situations require desperate measures. And so as I alighted from the molue when we got to ikorodu garage, I waved the conductor goodbye with a big grin! If only he understood. The last phase of my outing was almost the best save for the protest by the worms in my stomach demanding their entitlements which I had deprived them of all day. I paid my fare this time around as every honorable man would do.
I arrived home at around 5 pm totally famished and as usual my food was waiting for me. After eating I was almost thankful for a completed mission when my asked ‘ wasak where is the affidavit you went for? ‘, Affidavit ke

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çompāţįbįlįţy, ƒįdęlįţy, pāţįęŋçę āŗę ţђę şpįçę oƒ ęvęŗy ŗęlāţįoŋşђįp

nero2face: All diz HAUSA soldiers are de brain behind all diz attacks...they deserve to die...

ų mųşţ bę dųll! çommoŋ! plęāşę ķįŋdly looķ ƒoŗ ā doçţoŗ ţo gęţ ų ā dog'ş bŗāįŋ... įţ şђoųld be.mųçђ moŗę ųşęƒųl

Barrister U.M Shuayb of bayero university kano.... 10 pages won't be enough to talk about him!

STC sha incase it gets to front-page

@ Nashville I'm not saying the situation should be applauded but Seriously I'd blame her more, the guy didn't change overnight, he must have been that way before marriage. the family can change nothing, they will talk and d guy will pretend as if he would change....
Please to all the ladies, never marry a boy, marry a man someone with moral standards and not just swagger.
@ op I still advice u to be patient, ur patience would tame him sooner or later... have u read the story of the Ethiopian woman?

zainharb: Apology nt accepted bt I still dy follow

Please consider me o

so all she does these days is take pictures?

greatgod2012: I see some comments here very disturbing, (apologies). Someone is being severally cheated on and beaten up and she is being advised to do everything the man wants for him, later he will come to his senses. Can this types of advice be given to a man if it is the woman that is cheating and inconsiderate?
Personally, i dont think i can love anybody who cheat on me and beat me up, my own please.

I can say without any fear of contradiction that 70%of married men are unfaithful. if she were unmarried I could have given her a different advice, herself testified that he was a party man before marriage, so she obviously saw it coming but I guess she turned a blind eyes towards the light.

ASUU president was well prepared for the interview. I just don't like the way he hardly smiles always frowning!

watching it live!

watching it live!! ! be back with updates soon

Fabulousuzo: dough i'm not married, but why not try the ill treatment. Don't nag him, let him do anything he likes, when he comes back from work, dish out he's food, don't act as if your hurtin, anything he wants, give it to him. When he sees your cold towards him, he'll turn a new leaf. Thank God you have a child to keep you company, try to be livly without him, the more you show him that he's free to do anyhow, i belive he'll come to his senses. & don't 4get to protect yourself when he wants to have X with you. Pls don't 4get prayer works, its going to take time but it works. May the Lord strengten you!

op Please take this advice.... I c it as. the best!

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