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sex slavery 10 (last episode)

After one month of ecstasy that came from the implicating information gathered, having confirmed that sexual sessions actually took place almost every eve of working days through the pleasurable ahs and uhhs sounds the mics picked up as well as conversations that strongly depicted that the intimate moments were explicit. I returned to retrieve my trophy. I came in on a Friday night as usual more confident than I was the first time. I followed the routine, retrieved the cameras, tucked them away neatly and tiptoed excitedly and as silently as I could. As I turned the corner to take the next fleet of stairs down, a very bright light was flashed at me and I was stunned to the marrow. I was caught and it was the end of the road for me or so I thought but the preceding actions amused and amazed me. Sule threw down the torchlight he was holding and took flight. I dashed to the opposite direction and evaporated myself from the vicinity as fast as I could. The thought of “game-over” trailed my already fatigued mind as I found my way back to my bunk.
After taking a loaf of bread and some milk, I got close to my working table and meticulously went through the recorded videos. I was pleased, happy and aroused. My boss’ sexual tactics was striking, so I concluded and helplessly agreed with my senses that she was a pretty woman. Everything was almost ready that was if my game was not already over.
The event of the next morning saddened me greatly on one hand, but on the hand other made me heave a deep sigh of relieve. I had patiently sat to listen to the receiver that picked up conversations from the office for awhile before Sule came in to report that my ghost was haunting the office. My boss didn’t take it lightly with him. She accused him of being a drunkard leading to the negligence of his duty. She told him that his incessant drinking was driving him to hallucinations to the extent of meeting up with her on a bright Monday morning to make a mockery of himself. I had a hunch that she was reacting more from fear than any other thing. To cut a long story short, she sacked him with immediate effect. I knew the economic constraints of Sule and his large nuclear family, so I felt bad for him but was glad she didn’t take him seriously.
On a very bright Wednesday morning, I called Senator Johnson and before he could hear me out, he registered his annoyance of being called by anonymous persons. I said two things to get him calmed down and attentive.
“Your wife is cheating”
‘I have proof”
He went quietude for six seconds then threatened to kill me if I was lying or trying to break his family. I was calm all through, sipping at my coffee while relieving every moment of my attack. I asked him to send his email over after he dropped the call but warned him not to raise alarm until I led him into her chamber of atrocities while her ceremony of atrocity would be going on. He thanked me but reminded me of his threat to which I promised him he would thank me later.
His message came in and I sent the first video to the email address in my inbox. I broke the sim and from then hence we communicated through email which I usually accessed at public browsing centers; it was a safety measure for me.
Senator Johnson was devastated and sad; at least he portrayed that through his messages. Over the next three weeks, I sent him videos and reservations made for two in his wife’s name. The frustrations was catching up on him, to aggravate it, I made a seemingly impossible request of a deposit of hundred million to Joey’s account to prevent me from going to the media. A week later, I called the bank’s customer care, gave Joey’s security details and they confirmed the money was there. I was surprised and excited at the same time. Obviously the senator had pull some strings to make sure the deposit was not reported, what was at risk was definitely too enormous, what could he do? He was the expert in money laundry.
On that faithful wet evening, I called Senator Johnson on the phone. It was the second call and apparently the last. I had told him that his wife had booked a room for two at Rocky Hotels and Spa at 9pm. I wished him good luck.
“Do me a favor”, he said resignedly
“What” I replied in my disguised voice
“Tell me who you are” He asked.
“Your wife’s dead lover” I answered truthfully.
“Then I am sure, you are in hell because we will meet you soon” he moaned
“There is enough space for everybody here” I replied and used the red button.

I woke up the next morning feeling sad but fulfilled. Every feeling of guilt was always dispersed at the thought of Joey in the grave. I dressed for a quick run and stepped out. On my way back, I picked up the national daily, which I didn’t do often but I direly needed a peep at the world out there.
Home, I took a quick shower. A glance at the front page and there it sat; the gory multiple murder scenes at Rocky Hotels and Spa involving a serving Senator of the republic, his wife and her bodyguard. The leading political party to which the dead senator belonged strongly condemned the murder of the senator and his family and blamed the opposition party for the killing as the death of the senator would shake the structure of their party. They condoled with the family and promised to get to the root of the matter.
I shook my head. Every incident whether good or bad could be used to for a dirty political advantage. I particularly marveled at the media. My enemies were gone. I was in a hurry for a homecoming to my beautiful girlfriend Jess and my Mum.
I transferred the hundred million to my account and did what I did best, wait. After two months, I walked into the bank to make the withdrawal of the hundred million but was invited to the manager’s office before I could make an excuse to disappear; the DSS accosted and arrested me for money laundry, court trial preceded. A fresh case was raised when my death certificate surfaced. I was given opportunity to reunite with my mum and Jess and they continued to appear in court and provided support until I was sentenced for fifteen years. But I was happy; Jess was pregnant and was happy more than anything that her baby had a father.
The storm was over. Every dark figure that lurked in the shadow had been taken care of. I had only one thing left; hope for the future; hope for the bright life after fifteen years in the federal correctional facility.
That was my fate; a high libido-prone fate.
But I had from my freedom from sex slavery.
The End.


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sex slavery 9

I hadn’t eaten for days. The rain came and pebbled me in and out of cold, I made my way through the thick forest for a good number of days that I lost count. Finally, I found myself amongst people of a very humble background, as unique as they appeared it was easy to blend in. I had the money on me so I tried as fast as possible to blend in; I dyed my hair, tanned my skin and jugged routinely hence I lost some pound. When the guy in the mirror seemed more and more like a stranger before my eyes, satisfied, I planned to attend my own burial.
The ceremony had more painful emotion than I envisaged, I was buried alongside Joey at the public cemetery. I wondered why my mum didn’t take me to my hometown, two reasons came to my mind, first; I was burnt beyond recognition, secondly; she was a society woman and wouldn’t bother herself with the customs of our people and the so called elders. Everyone appeared in black, plain and pensive. I felt loved truly, and guilty. They didn’t deserve the emotional trauma, especially my mum who was then a shadow of herself as she allowed herself to go into the clouds of hysteria. Jess was there physically but was lost emotionally, she appeared traumatized and that particular look laced my heart with the cocktail of pity and love. No one would believe her if she told them someone was after me before I died. I assumed that would have troubled her the more, she just mopped, teary eyes and all about her were tired, troubled and tainted. Finally, the devil was there, indifferent and accomplished. There was little familiarization, the minister was in a hurry to go. My mum read her eulogy to her beloved son. Which I could not hear from where I was, but I saw that she cried midway. Mum rarely cried even when my dad left, she was a strong woman and I concluded it was a really hard time for her. I watched all these from the mountain top that stood beside and cast its shadows over the burial ground. A heavy rain came before the burial could finish and everyone left in a hurry, leaving me alone to watch the rain wash down the remaining sand into my grave and Joey’s.
I fed miserably in the preceding months, patiently waiting for the dust to clear before I would strike. With anonymous calls to our clients, I was able to learn that a new sheriff perhaps more handsome had replaced me. I did the math and all my intuition told me that the bait was about to catch a fish. My boss’ unquenchable desires would not allow her to close her thighs. I waited still, allowing the romance that might be going on to linger in my head. There was only one way to find out.
Friday nights were for Sule, our company’s gateman, “rump extravaganza” because his wife only visits on such nights. It was for him, a night of releasing the sexual tension accumulated though the week. It was the only chance I had to carry out my plans. So I schemed to take the first step on such night. I had bought the equipments and like a passenger at the railway station, I waited for the train of opportunity.
The evening was damp, it had rained heavily earlier and I loved that because it would make Sule, weary and in dire need of copulation. I heaved myself over the fence from the left side of the compound and greeted the ground with a gentle thud. I had imagined the compound over and over again in my mind exactly the way I had experienced it when I was alive and I was convinced I could pull it off except for a loophole I foresaw, the door to the back was broken and I prayed fervently it was not fixed yet. I deducted that it would bureaucratically take the office five months to fix the door as it needed a major repair, I prayed I was right and luckily I was.
Unsurprisingly, my access card was still working, so I majestically tiptoed to the office and found myself in my boss’ office; I planted the mic-chips and the cameras in concealed locations. They were high-tech and cost a lot of money but worth every penny. I left unnoticed the way I came.
After one month of ecstasy that came from the implicating information gathered, having confirmed that sexual sessions actually took place almost every eve of working days through the pleasurable ahs and uhhs sounds the mics picked up as well as conversations that strongly depicted that the intimate moments were explicit. I returned to retrieve my trophy. I came in on a Friday night as usual more confident than I was the first time. I followed the routine, retrieved the cameras, tucked them away neatly and tiptoed excitedly and as silently as I could. As I turned the corner to take the next fleet of stairs down, a very bright light was flashed at me and I was stunned to the marrow. I was caught and it was the end of the road for me or so I thought.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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sex slavery 8 by Pseudo Love

Blinded by rage and energized by sheer pain, I swung into action. From all indications, my boss wanted me either naked on her bed or dead in the mortuary, either way she’d be pleased. She killed my friend just to prove a freaking point. A little throbbing of fear was in the bottom of my stomach and it motivated me. At that instant, every voice that was a thought in my head was screaming “Run!”

I pulled my phone and called Jess. She was the next target and a soft one at that. It would be devastating for me if anything happened to Jess. She was still my loving girlfriend in spite my shortcomings. I held my breath and prayed she picked her call. She picked at first ring, what a surprise! Jess had the very annoying habit of rejecting call during her tantrums usually caused by our frequent face-off but that day was different. She was in the spirit. I felt her shake at the sound of my voice. My instructions were simply and straight. She was an intelligent girl who had a good sense so she knew I was never as serious as I sounded on the phone.

“Jess!” I whispered when she picked, afraid even of the wall.

“It’s important that you know this, I love you. Secondly, you have to go away, to village or anywhere far from here just go to a place you have not been for a long time. Someone is after me, that person is powerful and wants me to do something awful and is enjoying killing my friends just to get me to do that bad stuff. I am not going to do it but I want you to run. Faster than your leg can carry you” I caught my breath and continued.

“Behind that cupboard beside your bed, I hid a Union Bank ATM card, it’s unused but activated. The pin is 3737. The money in the account will be enough to sustain you for as long as the current situation linger especially if you avoid those expensive make up stores and boutique” my lips curved into a weak smile in spite myself and my bag full of worries.

“We won’t talk for awhile but don’t believe everything you hear.” By the time I finished she was sobbing.

“Don’t leave me Dave”, she gasped.

Despite that I said a quick goodbye and hung up the phone.

I left my door ajar and ran into my car; I was acting faster than I was thinking. I wasn’t worried about my mum she knew how to take care of herself but tipped her off with a text that warned her to be careful. By the time I left I had already brought Joey down from where they hung him and I laid him peacefully on my bed. He looked like he was sleeping and I cried again. I drove furiously to a mortuary I had heard so much about. It harbored the corpses of criminals, cultists and unidentified accident victims. The mortician must have lost count because they kept piling up and I figured he wouldn’t miss a missing corpse or bother to raise alarm. I was too scared to be scared, I simply stole a corpse that closely fitted my description. I dumped him in my car trunk and drove back as madly as I came.

I had contemplated a lot of things from going to the police to talking to my mum about my horrifying encounter with my boss; committing murder because of sex awakened me to her capabilities and possibilities as well if the sexcapade continued. Every critical thought envisioned me on the losing end except one; faking my death and moving in and with the shadows until I could strike ruthlessly and unexpectedly. That was exactly what I was doing. I got home, deposited the corpse beside Joey after dressing him up with the clothes I wore that day. I “pimped” him up with my gold chain, ring and necklace. I said my final good bye to Joey, I lighted the candle close to the kitchen and leaked my kitchen gas after I sprayed petrol everywhere, parked my car close enough for it to get burnt. I knew the gas would soon find the naked light and together with the petrol they’d create a “helluva” inferno. I ran as fast as my leg could carry me. I wanted the house and the dead bodies to burn so much that the forensic would found nothing even though I knew no forensic was coming; no one would even try to investigate. They would simply take the bait and bury me sorrowfully. An increased feeling of freedom was stepping in when I heard the loud explosion and it dawned on me that I became a wanderer that instant. I prayed, cried and felt the rest of mind that left me since after the elevator encounter. In the morning, the world would know that Dave was dead. I mourned heartrendingly for those that will mourn for me especially my mum and Jess. I turned to catch the final glimpse of the flames that kept burning like hell on earth. I covered my head with the hood and entered the forest leaving everything behind. They say “the fun is in the planning” I was going into the shadows to plan for a come-back. I smiled to myself when it sank that I just pulled a stunt that I had seen countless times in the movies, the feeling was already exhilarating.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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Haahaa!why now?why stop here?

MY DEAR... WE WILL GET THERE.... TIME IS NOT FRIENDLY.

tHREE MORE EPISODES TO GO

Hello beautiful people.... I was handling a contract and tied me down. now am free, this is......

sex slavery 7 by PSEUDO LOVE

The speeding sound of the engine broadcasted my anger as I sped through the highway. With no little realization of what it means to be angry, i matched the throttle down to its limit. I swerved to miss two headlong hits and finally matched the break as the car slowed to catch its breath and so did I. I wasn't mad at Jess, obviously she had every right to be mad at me. I cheated, all men do and that wasn't my first time but i was beginning to think it was going to be the last. I vowed never to touch that witch intimately again and for what its worth to fight with all vehemence being bullied into sex slavery. I calmed down and was soberly considering ways to rationally put the madness to an end when an SMS alert came into my phone. it startled me at first and I hurriedly picked my phone up to read the message as my mind trailed back to Jess. "It must be her I thought" how wrong i was because the message read " hopefully, my first surprise package met you well, so i must ask, how cozy was it? lmao. well a cozier surprise package is on its way. i wasn't joking when i said that i get what i want. you are going to ride me like a b*tch time after time until i say enough." I didn't wait to finish reading the text. I flew the phone through the window as fresh anger boiled in my spine and upon realization i alighted from the car in a jiffy and searched for the phone frantically and luckily i found it. my sweat drained shirt hug my skin and i didn't care. Time check 10.11pm. I stood on the deserted road and speed dialed Joey, we needed to push a reprisal attack and i had no better partner in crime in mind. unfortunately the line didn't push through so i tried the second option of meeting him in person.
Thirty minutes later, i was in front of his abode with no sign of a living thing at home. that was odd but my mind was too weak to speculate. i drove home slowly with a surprising calmness that amazed me. I drove onto my usual spot and alighted clumsily. As I made my way to the house, rosy feelings and dreams of my soft mattress were evident in my tired eyes. what a day! i thought.
i unlocked the door and turned the knob. then i noticed how unkempt my sitting room was. obviously there was a struggle. I ran to my room where most of my valuable were and stopped dead on my track. hanging on my ceiling fan was Joey with his tongue stuck out and his handsome face, white while his eyes were half closed. He was dead.
i cried and through the blur of my tear i saw what was written on the wall.
"How do you like this surprise package Dave?do the needful".
I could hear the resonating echo of the anger in my bruised mind say.
"you damn right about doing the needful b*tch"
to be continued cheers.

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Upper Iweka is a popular location in Anambra State. This is because it serves as a meeting point of travelers in and around the state as it harbors almost all motor parks in Onitsha. It mostly serves as a departure point from Onitsha to any part of the country. Travelers are usually scared of this unavoidable place because of their personal experiences as well as tales of travails they must have heard about the place. Indeed, the beginning of wisdom is the fear of Upper Iweka. No wonder the legendary Pericoma, the musician released the hit track "ihe na-eme na upper iweka" meaning "things happen in Upper Iweka". Previous and current governments of the state never fail to partner with security agencies especially the military to rid the location of hoodlums, thugs, illegal tax collectors, "agboro" boys etc that perpetrate crimes and create fear among travelers. yet that mission is yet to be fully completed. The follwoing are the seven things that still happen at Upper Iweka which you need to know if you are going there as a traveler especially for the first time.

Pick-pocket is real in upper Iweka. The rate is alarming and you never know when it happens. there is a myth that they use jazz but whatever the case, do not wear loose jeans or leave anything valuable in your back pocket. Almost touch your pockets from time to time to make sure all your belongings are still in tact and hold your handbags firmly.

Do not appear or give yourself away by looking like a JJC "Johnny Just Come". These guys are "natural psychologists" that can tell if you are a stranger just by looking at your disposition, so appear firm and sure. Observe critically before asking for directions. It might interest you to know that ritualists are also predators at upper iweka.
Do not fall for their ploy, avoid crowded areas. Getting the crowd together is the greatest jackpot of these hoodlums. They can disguise as magicians or even stage a make-belief fight among themselves just to draw crowd and stealthily dispose them of their valuables. Next time you see the crowd gathering, keep moving.
Always, I repeat always go for company transport especially ones located at the outskirt of Upper Iweka towards Asaba, Owerrri Road or Oguta road. The price of wandering like a lost sheep with your bag while appearing like a traveler at upper Iweka is being bullied or forced into a bus you have no intention of boarding. Those "Agboro" boys will drag your bags giving you no room to ask questions or even make inquiries before forcing you into a public bus. Blunt refusal might treat some beating from them.
:-XGhost passengers are real in upper Iweka. what do i mean? you might board a bus on the assumption that only one or two more passengers are left when in fact, you are the first real passenger. These "Ghost" passengers are usually old men and women who are paid to occupy seats and attract customers. As more passengers are coming in, you see them excusing themselves without coming back. That's why it is advisable to go for trusted names.
:oDo not ever fight in Upper Iweka: No matter how strong you think you are, please don't try this because you stand the chance of being robbed by the mob in the process of separating the fight and most importantly do not fight any "agboro" in upper iweka. These "agboro" men are like a clan. when you fight one person, all of them will descend on you. Except you have the strength of a thousand men, this is one location i am sure making use of your heels is a sure bet.
Always keep your car glasses whined up and your phones out of reach whenever you are at upper iweka. These hoodlums have the speed of light, they can snatch your phone from your hand and disappear before your eyes. so keep the phones out of sight.

Thank you for taking your time to read this. I hope it added value to your life. Upper Iweka is a relatively a safe place now compared to what it used to be. Very careless ones are the only victims, so play safe.

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"When the power of love, will overcome the love of power; the world will know peace." - Jimi Hendrix.
"There can be no deep disappointment where there is not deep love." - Martin Luther King.
"I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love." - Mother Teresa.
"Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet." - Plato.

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sex slavery 6

The time dragged by like an old sailor on a stroll. Everyone in the office was too aware of the mounted tension as an unusual silence hung on the walls of the office. I was too angry to be afraid. “Damn the b*tch” I cursed time after time hesitant to admit the fact that things would never be the same in the office again. She never showed her face again and everyone avoided her office like a plague. The curious, prying looks were unmistakable. Obviously they heard the bang on the table followed by the way I stomped out of her office. They expected an outburst, query and even a sack letter but none was forthcoming, only a deadly, icy silence and angry faces. When the day finally came to an end, I was the first the first to leave, my eyes flaming, back aching and stomach churning from hunger. Impulsively, I navigated my way through the busy highway and headed towards Jess’ house at the outskirt of the city. It was an action motivated more by hunger than a want of intimacy. “Hopefully” I thought, “Jess won’t ask many question about my mood. How I wish she would give me food and a bed to escape my misery”. I pulled in front of her two bedroom flat bungalow and noticed that her neighborhood is strangely quiet. I shrugged it off and took the flight up the four-level staircase two at a time. I unlocked her door with my spare key and let myself in and impatiently waited for my eyesight to adjust fully to the dark sitting room. My tired ears heard the sniffling and it dawned on me that she was crying. “Why?” I asked audibly in my head as I dropped my briefcase and proceeded to where she sat on the sofa, hugging her legs. Her unrestrained hiccups stressed further she had been crying for hours. I reached for her while my fatigue muscles reminded me that I was in no mood to comfort anyone.
“Don’t lay your filthy hands on me!” she barked at me, simultaneously shifting her position from the sofa to a smaller one beside it.
My confusion was so sudden that my mouth flew open. I made an attempt to talk but not a sound was heard
“Goddamnit” I cursed finally, feeling the drowning effect of the day’s pressure. Her pink singlet that she wore without bra was soaked with tears, accentuating the roundness of her breast. That which would have ignited an erotic fire that would have burned all night didn’t evoke a muscle flinch then.
“What’s the problem?” I started towards her persistently and she shifted position again. I stood there transfixed as her sobs increased.
“Leave my house you swine!” she thundered hysterically springing up like a wounded lion and pointing at the door. I stood with eyes narrowed; the blood boiled unbearably with a furious rush in my veins. I clenched my fist to announce the flood of anger.
“I thought you were man enough but to find out you were f**cking your boss is the biggest joke of my life” she cried bathing her eyelids ceaselessly. The outburst caught me unawares as it dawned on me. Such an avalanche almost took my breath away while I frantically made attempts to solve the puzzle in my head. My surprised expression surprised Betty as she look at my blood drained face searchingly. I had a fall out with my boss earlier in the morning and she didn’t wait to throw the first punch. I was so enraged that I kicked the door open and I stomped out. Betty recoiled in fear at the sound of the door that exiled the quietness of the evening.
“She has pictures and video Dave!” she shouted after me but I was in the car already, driving out like a mad dog on the trail of an assailant. It was a beginning with no certain end.
To be continued.
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Disappointment in relationships can be  traumatising. When i went for clinical posting somewhere in Anambra, i encountered a woman who became "mentally challenged" because she was heartbroken when a man he trusted so much disappointed her. You never can tell how deep you could go in the hole of depression when your heart is smashed  just because you trusted so much to love. Here are three ways you can pull yourself out of the mess of heartbreak before its too late!
1. Adjust the spotlight: The reason why you still feel rotten and depressed is because you are still in love but probably angry. Love dims the dark side and places the spotlight on the positive sides of your partner. "Love is blind" they say. If you allow this to remain, you'd stay  heartbroken for long. Here's the trick, you can actually angle your thoughts to more positive realities of life. You can start by assessing the relationship from a new light. Discover the flaws of the lost relationship, see things for what they are and encourage yourself to move on by blocking every thought that will lead you back to the past.
2. Stay out of the way: probably you might have confronted your partner to put things straight but got fat attitude in return, that's okay. You must have expected that but let your expectation lead you to the acceptance of what happened. Then, stay out of the way by eliminating anything that would remind you of that which has ceased to be, like social media(block his or her account if you must, sometimes they put up romantic pictures of their new catch just to tease you and you can't handle that yet), personal picture collections of you together and even places that shout adorable moments shared. There will come a time when you will feel at peace with everything. Then you can go back living your sweet life the way its meant to be.

3. Open your door and windows, they are the passage way for sunlight: bouts of depression and heartbreak are usually characterised by avoiding contact with people. You shut the world out and drain alone. You cry for weeks and stay on bed day and night. Now, how do you expect the  beautiful sunlight to find you when you recoil in darkness. Open the door and windows. You need your friends now more than ever. Hang out with them, do things that interest you. At first you might feel like you are being pushed but with little time, you will blend in the vibe. Avoid those disheartening thoughts and stay on the happy lane!
N:B Time heals all things even heartbreak and remember someone is dying to have what someone else has failed to appreciate. Remain positive, forgiveness is the first ever step to healing heartbreak!

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Most relationships are like tomorrow, you never know how its going to turn out. This is one of the tricks of the complexity of human personality. It is better you put in your best, pray hard and fulfill your role and when it doesn't turn out well, you should be bold enough to let go without guilt. Heartbreak is always painful especially when you are more in love than your partner, you go through the pain of their  insensitivity, inconsideration and lack of affection. You do all the work in the relationship alone and yet end up at the worst end of it. The point am trying to make is that you should react more to actions than words in your relationships. Below are reasons why:
1. Words are intelligent, behaviour is personality! Words are informed intelligence, they don't necessarily convey the true nature of people that speak them. So don't let those words sweep you off your feet yet. Be patient enough to watch the behaviour. Chronic cheaters in a relationship are always the smartest, they know just what to say. What do you really think when they say someone is a player. Such a person is a master of words. Quote me anywhere.

2. When you love someone, react  more to what they show through their behaviour than what they say. Be caring enough to reach their unexpressed concerns and fears. Even needs are sometimes unspoken.  When these are unexpressed, it means your partner has given you two options; either you react to them or ignore them. Inability to express these concerns means he or she has chosen to bear it alone but would love and appreciate you more if you are sensitive enough to break the barriers of their heart and reach their yearning even without their voicing it out.

3. Most ladies say no when they mean yes and yes when they mean no. They expect a hug and they say go away and a cuddle when they are angry with you. Does that ring a bell? Simply put reacting more to her behaviour than words makes her love you more.

I will leave you with a quote i stumbled on while reading a book i borrowed from a darling friend.
"Don't fall for the wrong people because they just know the right things to say".

If this post added a little meaning to your relationship take time to comment!
Cheers!

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S*x slavery 5
The alarm blare jolted me out of bed. My eye were very heavy in revolt. I managed to slip into unease sleep around 3am after a night of very worrying thoughts.  I rushed into the bathroom, turned on the shower and allowed the water to drown every remaining trace of sleep in me. In no time, i was out of the bathroom and proceeded to my huge wardrobe. My friends had always made jest of how big it was, some even said i stocked clothes like ladies but that was the least of my worries. I loved clean clothes and my dry cleaner visited once a week. Large stock of clothes kept me fresh all week besides i was the only civil worker amongst them. It didn't matter what they wore to work in their respective work places. I envied them in that respect and wondered whether there was any aspect of my work they envied.

I retrieved a grey suit and a cream coloured shit with matching tie from the row. I already imagined how they'd look on me so i dressed up without the mirror. I retrieved my car keys from the table and left my apartment. I drove to the office edgy. My nerves were still jumping like children on the playground. I turned the car into the office premises just in time to see the woman of my woes go through the front door. I locked my car, crossed the road and retired into a nearby restaurant to treat myself to a very hot breakfast and hope it calmed my nerves. I finished my meal at exactly 7:30am ready to face my fear.

Locating my desk on the office floor was something i could do with eyes closed. A comfortable desk with large drawers to contain the unlimited files under my care and  executive chair with arms support just after the east
window. The large office hall was air conditioned but the window gave me a perfect cover to idle away or get distracted.
When the elevator opened, i was hearing ' good morning sweetness, welcome handsome, you look gorgeous today" and a large doze of smiles everywhere. Before then, i would have planted kisses on cheeks, foreheads or any other body part that i appealed to me and welcome the chuckles that came after those but that morning the mood was not just there but dead.
Silently i tiptoed towards my table weary that the mere sound of my movement might announce my presence in the more furnished office of my boss just a door away. I dropped my briefcase on the glass table and just when i ass touched the soft material of my chair, the door opened and the boss emerged. "Its thoughtful of you to step in early today" she said with just a glance at me.
"Good morning ma" i replied.
"See me once your desk is cleared" she went back into her office without a second glance.
"The boss is smitten with you" Betty -one of my colleagues said with a teasing smile planted on her face while she approached my table whining her waist seductively. I knew she had some mischief up her sleeves so i gave her a dismissive look and she backed out.
I closed the door after me immediately i stepped into her office.
"Bolt it" she said with that unmistakable voice of authority. I did and she continued her work without glancing up.
After a-five-minute wait that lasted for ages, she looked up and for the first time, she smiled.
"You know that i am attracted to you and i must say that i get what i want, anywhere, anytime and anyhow i want it. Forgive me but am used to being spoilt that way"
Those words sank like titanic into my skull and my stomach churned up. I loved making out; fine but i had pride issues.
"I am not going to be subject to your manipulations and for your information our little friendship is over" The  words came out between clenched teeth and i couldn't believe i stomped out of her office after banging on her glass table.
Her little daring laughter trailed me as i walked out fuming.
In my heart, i knew the battle line was drawn.

To be continued!


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Governor Rochas Okorocha of Imo State yesterday lashed back at his Anambra State counterpart, Willie Obiano, calling him "militant, aggressive and clueless".
Gov. Okorocha said Obiano would have done better as a militant.
The brawl was in retaliation of the statement made by Gov. Obiano saying that Gov. Okorocha was not “an example of what a leader should not be”.
The Imo governor said Obiano had confirmed the impression that he was “an aggressive governor who is bereft of any …idea”.
Below is the statement released by his Chief Press Secretary, Sam Onwuemeodo,: “…Okorocha has read with regret the media attack on his person by the clueless Governor of Anambra State, Chief Willie Obiano, over a harmless statement he made at the All Progresives Congress (APC) stakeholders’ meeting in Owerri, that three governors in the Southeast would soon join APC.
“That statement did not call for an insult or any foul language. Two responsible governors in the zone – the Enugu and Ebonyi states’ governors – were quoted to have reacted to Governor Okorocha’s claim; as decent men, they made their points without attacking the Imo governor.
“But Governor Obiano of Anambra State spoke to justify or authenticate the impression about him that he is an aggressive governor, who should have done better as a militant than as a governor.
“While reacting to Governor Okorocha’s innocuous claim, Governor Obiano said the Imo governor ‘is an example of what a leader should not be’. That type of motor park language was unexpected from a governor of a state, especially one who answers His Excellency, even when the Anambra governor did not explain what he meant by that. In what ways was Governor Okorocha not an example of what a leader should be?
“Governor Okorocha’s claim was a healthy one, expected to provoke sound debates, which is the beauty of democracy. Governors with ideas and the right exposure gave their polite reactions, but the one without ideas took to insults. Only men with nothing to offer in terms of ideas take delight in insulting others. Men of ideas do not insult others.
“Leadership is about ideas and service. Luckily enough, Obiano has been governor for almost four years while Okorocha has also been governor for five years. Let Obiano publish his achievements in Anambra State, even with high internally generated revenue (IGR), and let Governor Okorocha also publish his achievements in Imo. Then, we take off from there.
“As governor, Owelle Okorocha came up with ideas and popular policies, such as free education at all levels, which has been working well in Imo; Community Government Councils (CGC), Urban renewal programme, Ikuola Nkwu, Imo Air, massive road networks, building of universities, infrastructural revolution, and so many others.
“Let Governor Obiano mention at least one programme his government in Anambra State is known for, almost four years as governor.
“We may, at this point, challenge journalists from the Southeast to embark on project tours of Imo and Anambra and make their findings known to the public.
“Obiano, no doubt, has taken Anambra State several kilometres backward, while in Imo, Okorocha has raised the bar of leadership or governance. To say the least, comparing Okorocha with Obiano is like comparing Messi of Barcelona FC with the left wing player of Mberi Secondary School in Mbaitoli Local Government Area of Imo State.”

Opinion poll: do you think Imo state can be compared to Anambra state under the current administrations?

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Some people are naturally nocturnal; the communion between them and night is unbreakable, while others find themselves stuck out late at night due to unforeseen circumstances. Situations occasionally arise when we must travel at night or even find ourselves still on the road at night no matter how much we try to avoid it. What’s wrong with traveling at night? Experts say that risk to life jump from 20% to 60% at night. We are most vulnerable at night because regrettably, the Nigeria security agencies are less on guard at night where the reverse should be the case. So to add more realistic meaning to the saying, “security is everyone’s responsibility” do these seven things if for any reason you are to travel at night or find yourself traveling at night.
• Remove any law enforcement paraphernalia from eye’s view: Those that put up police, military etc emblem on their cars are more likely to be shot as first reaction from robbers when they meet such people at night. Reason is that you are most likely to have a weapon on you so they would not like to take chances. While these emblems give you free pass on police check points during the day, they put you at great risk at night.
• Do not move about with big cash at night: This puts you at risk not just with the robbers but also with rogue security operatives. Very many of them might not overcome the temptation of making away with your money and might not mind silencing you to make that happen. Always have spare cash with you from 5k to 20k because it’s also dangerous to be accosted empty handed at night by robbers.
• Avoid unfamiliar routes: Always stick to routes that are familiar to you. Most roads are dangerous at night but traveling through the road you are familiar with gives you edge in the face of danger. If you must take an unfamiliar route trail on a safe distance beyond a heavy duty truck. They pull through any road block by robbers on the highway.
• Always have a spare stocked in your vehicle: Apart from ensuring periodic maintenance of your vehicle, you should also and always have a spare of tyre, timing belt etc and be sure to know how to change these things. You don’t want to be disappointed by your car in a deserted place at night, which would look ugly.
• Do not over dress at night: when you over-dress and show off expensive shoes, clothes, neck chains and rings, you make yourself not just a soft target for robbery but also for kidnapping. Always dress moderately, leave your valuables like phones, tabs and laptops at home, go light.
• Do not over-drink if it’s going to be a night journey: we all know that parties are hottest at night but trust me, you are safer on the road at night when you have full concentration, attention and consciousness. You don’t just avoid unnecessary accidents; you will also handle dangerous situations better and get home to your loved ones in one piece. The unknown we should be afraid of in night journey is the assumption that the road is “free”. You are safer believing that no road is free.
• Have a security response code on a speed dial: Most people have lost so much faith in security agencies that they become less mindful of security response numbers of their location. The truth is, you are better off dialing those numbers than not trying at all. You never can tell what avenue God would use to save.
Generally, it is advised that you desist from being a night crawler, but if you must, take safety precautions, be wise and remember your loved ones.

source: http://www.naijagong.com/2017/01/take-these-seven-precuations-when.html

Dear Sir/Ma,


Pursuant to Section 231(2) of the 1999 Constitution of the Federal Republic of Nigeria, the Acting Chief Justice of Nigeria has invited the Nigerian Bar Association, NBA to nominate suitably qualified legal practitioners to apply for appointment as Justice of the Supreme Court of Nigeria.


Interested legal practitioners are hereby required to send their hard copy profile to the following address:

Nigerian Bar Association
NBA House, 8th Floor,
Office of the President,
Plot 1101 Mohammadu Buhari Way,
Central Business District,
Abuja, FCT.


Lawyers can also send their profile by email to: info@nigerianbar.org.ng and info1@nigerianbar.org.ng

The deadline for the submission of profile shall be on 3rd February, 2017 at 5pm prompt.

Please take note that this notice is urgent and important and the deadline shall not be extended.

Dated this 30th Day of January, 2017.



ABUBARKAR BALARABE MAHMOUD, SAN
PRESIDENT, NIGERIAN BAR ASSOCIATION



NIGERIAN BAR ASSOCIATION (NBA)
NATIONAL SECRETARIAT:

NBA House,

Plot 1101 Mohammadu Buhari Way,

Central Business District,

Abuja, FCT

Nigeria.
info@nigerianbar.org.ng
Tel:234-07098211663
www.nigerianbar.org.ng
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Sex slavery 4


I drove home with mixed feelings, wandering thoughts and aching body. I could still perceive her scent faintly in the misty air of the night. I yearned for the cool evening air so I did away with my car’s air conditioner and wind down the rear glasses instead. The night was generous as it allowed the cool evening breeze to steal its way through my nostrils into my lungs. “I am married to Senator Johnson boy” kept echoing in my mind causing numbness on my fingers held the steering feebly. The quietness of the night gave me respite to some extent but it didn’t put the reign on my thoughts. “Who is Senator Johnson?” I kept asking myself rhetorically and audibly. The car screeched on my hands as I involuntarily stepped down on the brakes. I caught the shadow of the lone dog that darted across the road on the other side inside the bush when the car abruptly halted having heeded the command of the brakes. I rested my head on the steering briefly in a bid to gather my wits. I got home finally in one piece and took a quick shower just in time to do what I have in mind since I was indirectly introduced to Senator Johnson. I sat comfortably on the sofa consciously barring every thought of the “sexcapade” that took place earlier that evening.
I plugged in the Airtel modem to the USB port and impatiently waited for the system to connect to the internet, using Google search engine, I typed Senator Johnson Kalu. In less than 7 seconds, Google was ready with answers to my question. He was a veteran military officer turned politician with most of his accolades bestowed on him as a result of his active participation in fighting terrorism and successful peace keeping missions. He lost his right eye in the line of duty when there was a heated battle in Libya where he was deployed by Nigeria as a key officer on peace keeping mission. He was so ruthless on the battlefield that his colleagues nicknamed him:”black mamba”. He lost his first family in the hands of hired assassins, who mercilessly murdered his family comprising of his wife and three children (all male) in cold blood. He walked in during the attack, grievously wounded, he broke their necks one after the other with his bare hands after he surrounded them with his men and made them to surrender. He joined politics hoping to escape his loneliness but fell in love instead with a lady who turned out to be my boss. He loved her mightily and ever since had worshipped her in everything. Surprisingly he admitted to the press and the public on numerous occasions that he loved her above every of his ambitions. “With her”, he said “I want to find peace and make everything right again”. When I was done going through his profile, I slowly shut the laptop with dismay mingled with shock and a heavy dose of fear. I picked up my phone and speed dialed 7, instantly his voice came alive as if he was expecting my call. That was Joey; my “frenemy”- the only guy that could make me laugh while pissing me off at the same time.

“Guy, how far”, he said nonchalantly with a hint of sleepiness in his voice.
“There is fire on the mountain, Guy”, I replied rather dramatically while noticing my shaky voice
His own voice became more alive when my voice reached him through the phone.
“wetin happen” he hurriedly asked with every trace of concern.
“I just laid my boss”, I answered horrified but at peace with his Pidgin English which was a major source of concern to me before now.
“That one na double score nah, you no pop Champagne?” he asked obviously elated.
“That’s the wife of Senator Johnson” I chipped in.
“whaaat!” he shouted to notify me we are now on the same page of shock.
“You heard me Dog” I said, resigned and tired.
“ I wan sleep guy, this matter na yawa wey don gas, make I sleep, tomorrow I go reason you, lock your door ooo and also the burglar proof, make you use double key if possible, me I don dey shake for you ooo” he advised and hurriedly used the red button.
Joey was never afraid, not ever since I knew him but judging from his voice he was more scared than I was, maybe because he knew Senator Johnson more than I knew him. With more than enough reason to be afraid glaring at my face, I knew that sleep had also made me an enemy that night. To be continued….

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We all know that ponzi schemes are wide umbrellas shielding Nigerians from the scorching heat of recession. Participation in ponzi schemes is like the last leap of faith with a faint hope of survival as things go from Worse to worst. The saying that “Every business is a risk” is a readily given reply to anyone dissuading “ponzi schemes faithful” from participating in ponzi schemes. “Constituted Authorities” have warned, "re-warned" and are still warning Nigerians to stir clear of ponzi schemes but they are yet to shout above the hammering voice of the Nigerian Economy, so the journey continues.

Not a day passes without someone calling me up to introduce a new ponzi scheme, so I thought if we can’t do without them, we can at least forecast ones that can relatively last.

WHEN YOU NOTICE THESE THREE SIGNS IN A PONZI SCHEME, FLEE BECAUSE IT WON’T LAST!!!

· YOU NEED TO REFER PEOPLE TO SPEED UP YOUR PAYMENT: Referring people to the scheme is a means of sustaining the scheme but when it becomes a criterion for you to get paid, my guy stop at the next bus stop, simple! This is because everyone needs money but not everyone is a marketer. Convincing people after a very “wonderful” display by MMM is no longer beans


· WHEN THE WEBSITE IS NOT ALWAYS AND READILY AVAILABLE: If a ponzi scheme operates a website that falls within this category, its highly unreliable and susceptible to closure any moment without hints. Imagine the heart attack you experience when you intend to log in after investing a huge sum and gets “error 504” as response not just once but most times when you make an attempt at logging in. Stay healthy, avoid heart attack, and stay away from such ponzi schemes.


· WHEN IT’S EASY TO CHEAT THE SYSTEM: When you notice you can cheat the system of a ponzi scheme, remember “hunger brings inspiration” and Nigerians are not dummies, thousands must have discovered that before you. When everybody is a cheat in a system, the system will soon give way. Examples; notice in giver’s forum, you could get paid referral bonuses for your down-lines even when they don’t redeem their pledge, now that’s porous because sharp guys like me can create” black hat” or “ghost” accounts and get rich without trying Lol. In other ponzi schemes, you can get millions of naira from just referring people after pledging just 20k; such schemes won’t stand for long. It’s true that a ponzi scheme is supposed to give you unrealistic surplus, this trait alone guarantees it won’t last forever but if the surplus becomes unbelievably unrealistic it would crash even faster.


In this season of “ponzi mania”, be wise and play safe. Cheers!

source: http://www.naijagong.com/2017/01/red-flag-avoid-ponzi-scheme-when-you.html

Kingbuhari:
the way Nigeria immigration officers like dollars, I doubt they will allow such money to pass through them unaccounted for

Not when they get good enough share of it... If they don't share the cake on the spot, i doubt they will smell it when accounting starts.

Kingbuhari:
if they pledge $50,000 as reward , which mean nearly $500,000 is involve here.... is it possible for him to pass tru mm airport without declaring such amount

Not every law is binding in Nigeria once you've got cash and connection