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my dad complains I press phone too much.
ASUU strike has turned me to a professional wankerr.
my MB expires today and I'm dead broke.
I was sacked from my part-time teaching job for unknown reasons.
power supply is worst.
people are fighting personalities in d politics section. instead of them to fight corruption.
it's been Long I saw sexkills. with. d discombobulation thing.
popowa is tripping for 190.
it's almost a month since I last became first to comment.
I'm broke.I'm. broke. I'm broke and pops won't settle me since there is strike.
I hate ASUU. I HATE AASSUUU
...OK.

booked

proud of ur own stupidity

is this supposed to give me an attention or. make me buy another vaseline?

vivacious vivi: Following avidly

Thanks dear

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I woke up the next day, unlike an y other day, I woke up with my eyes wide opened, my nerves at alert. It was as if I didn’t sleep at all. ‘Oh God is this meaning of love, is this how I’ll be feeling for the rest of life’ … I asked rhetorically. I performed all my house chores as if I with so much alacrity that my people were startled and concluded I was up to something probably sinister.
Before breakfast that morning I sneaked my mum’s phone out of the house to call Funke. When she picked up, I actually found it difficult to say anything, I was just stammering, my composure failed me. Does love also turn an eloquent speaker into a stutterer? I asked myself.
When I later found my voice, I asked about her plans for the relationship and a host of other questions, for the most part of call, my Dearest Funke kept replying ;’nothing’. I didn’t allow her response deter me, as I went on and on pouring out sweet words of love and reiterating the promises I made the previous night, this time I was sure I meant if for all my utterances came from the deepest part of my heart, not just the deepest, the purest it is. At a point in time, she asked me whether I trust her, and I replied in the affirmative.
Funke advised me not to trust her, and not to put too much hope in the relationship, at that point in time I became confused, for seconds I couldn’t say anything until the call went off. It was at this point in time I realized I already exhausted the card on my mum’s phone….my confusion was thus brought to its peak!!!!


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nice one bro!!!

this ain't news bro!!!

observing

Smartie gurl: you posted like a lad......you should know what u want buddy

it's not easy for a guy to. turn down the proposal of a female.... even if he doesn't Lov her.

I tell my. gf everything except when I need support.... and that's because am d breadwinner.

op
.....u are the real meaning of a nice guy.
The boy is good!!!

it's all about entertainment!!!

good news.

so one of them is the wife?

1st

Tonia500: Welldone kip da posts cming,thumbs up

princess Tonia Thanks o...ur presence on this thread is giving a royal flavour to the story!!!

jjk24: Aaa dey wait 2 o !! Quick dey update na kodabayi ehn aa dey beg ni

I wish to update. quickly na NEPA no give me light charge my system o....Please bear with me Thanks for reading

@ babysmart... do not conclude I'm lucky yet...I promise to keep posting as much as possible Thank for following

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A wave of mixed feelings stole the moment, for the call was over fifteen minutes from an Mtn line to a Glo line, not that I was a big boy to that extent, but love...i mean that feeling that makes one irrational rationalized my spending on that night,. I dashed into the house with utmost immediacy, picked my mum’s phone and dialed Funke’s number, I did that to confirm what I heard , whether it was her tongue malfunctioning or my ears deceived me .
Alas! The begging was over; I knew there was a great task ahead. I went back inside only for my siblings to start shouting that they saw me making call for so long. I wasn’t surprised because I knew how witchy my sisters could be. I went straight to my room, sat down and took a mirror to look at myself, whether everything was happening in my dream or in my realm….a wave of happiness swept over me, the kind that was felt only when victory is attained after a protracted battle…the triumph of love.
The anxiety in me betrayed my tongue, betrayed my throat, in fact it betrayed my stomach. I was hungry but couldn’t eat, I was thirsty but couldn’t drink for I already found what was more than food at that moment, I found what was more than happiness.
I spent the remaining part of the night in soliloquy, the anxiety in me went further to betray my eyes , I couldn’t sleep, I lay awake, smiling to the darkness , unaware of every other thing save for the feeling in my heart’.
In between my anxiety of that night did I feel a drop of liquid running down my cheeks, when I tried to find the source of the liquid...i discovered it was from my eyes, tears of joy were dropping uncontrollably, I clung unto my blanket very tight and relished the greatest moment of my life!!!....

to be continued soon.

second to comment....
Please what's d topic again?

Lol. laughing in Arabic.. how old are u dear?

She's now mondi sweet or so

Smartie gurl: Nice one dear, still following

Thanks. I'll update Soon.

surely something is at hand!!!

mods take this to the front-page.. we not gonna let them ruins our future!!!

Yes!! this is what we need.I'll be at the Tafawa balewa square God's willing!!!

dearest readers,i hope these updates are long enough. please dont just read, kindly drop a comment. this story has over 4000 views with very few comments and this is a source of discouragement for me. a big thank you to all those who have dropped a comment or two

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I dialed her number again, praying silently that she would pick the call and indeed that prayer was answered. I asked why she hanged up and she replied in the customary way women do ‘nothing’.
I continued my regurgitated lines from where I stopped, with my treacherous voice cracking at regular intervals. I begged Funke as if my life depended on her love, indeed at that moment my life was meaningless without her love. She was there at the other end of the call telling me several reasons she can’t date me, among which is the fact that ‘that’s how you guys beg girls and later she will become useless to you’ –in her own words.
I went on to rebuke her claim begging her to give me just one chance, I promised not to disappoint her, in fact I made several promises on that night , and I wonder till this moment, whether I truly meant those promises or I was just ‘toasting’ as usual. At that point in time, I was almost crying, but the little manliness in me at that time manned up the situation.
When it seemed as if I was speaking to a rock that will never move no matter the situation, I decided to end the call with these words; ‘If as at now, that I’ve been begging you for over a year, despite the distance between us, you still don’t believe I truly love you. I don’t think there’s anything I can do to make you believe me and this is the last time I’ll ask you for this.bye’
After those words, a graveyard silence Invaded the call…and suddenly I heard Funke's voice ‘you have my word’ before I could confirm what I heard, another voice interrupted the call saying ‘your accopunt has been exhausted and your call terminated’

To be continued soon.

ayili: u got me cracking

am happy u were cracking..
hope u didn't break o?