Kingbuhari:
tale by moonlight.... and do u bliv ?

ITS NO LIES... ACTUALLY IF YOU KNOW EXCHANGE LINE MAIN MARKET ONITSHA.. YOU'D KNOW THIS IS NO JOKE...

Kingbuhari:
50,000 what

Dollars

The picture below is currently going viral on Whatsapp with a heartbreaking story attached to it... Read for yourself


The rate of betrayal, 419 and other vices has tremendously skyrocketed.
Shine your eye!!

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sex slavery 3...

I called Jess on her cell phone to inform her of change of plans. As expected, she wasn’t happy, “I already cancelled my other plans Dave”, she began.
“Its business, Jess”, I said firmly. I sensed she was about to put up some more confrontations, complaints and threats, so I hung up on her.
My job was more important to me than Jess. She wouldn’t stay anyway if I lose this job. I couldn’t picture Jess to be the kind of girl that would keep feeding a jobless boyfriend at home. Nah! She would join any available motor na-aga aga. The last time I spoke to mum flashed through my mind. The big lady has learnt to sound more like my Dad than the mum she was. Her voice was crystal clear when she said, “Don’t mess with one Dave, this job guarantees your right to my properties, if anything goes wrong, I will cut you off”, I neither replied nor reacted to that, I’d be a fool to respond “Thank you ma”.
But I knew she was serious, it was her own way of schooling me for her conglomerate, and she had hopes and wished that maybe with hard work, I would be able be to make contacts within the government circle and make a better manager after I have succeeded her but if wishes were horses, beggars ride zoro. For now I got to hold on for as long as I could and dance to Boss’ tune.
Thirty minutes later, I was seated before my boss with a plate of fried rice and chicken and a bottle of Chamdor wine before me. I was a bit disappointed it wasn’t alcoholic, I needn’t be fully aware while I went through the night’s nightmare.
“You were late”, she finally said coolly which betrayed the feeling she was trying to hide- she was glad I made it.
“I am sorry for not making it to the office today”, I said not sure if I infused a good dose of apology in the tone.
“Forgiven, they didn’t miss you anyway, I did” she replied rather too boldly with her eyes dreamily on my face. I averted her eyes, the tension creeping into my veins then like a night crawler. I finally realized a lot of things I didn’t notice before then, she was neither wearing the powerful suit she wore in the morning nor any work cloth at all. She was wearing a dark-red colored dinner gown that hugged her laps like a skin and didn’t bother reaching out to the knees at all. Without sleeves or straps it hung loosely on her bosom exposing explicitly and provocatively, contours of fresh skin that not only looked appealing but was ripe for grabbing. Her high heels accentuated her height and I admitted inaudibly that she was beautiful with that make up, fresh breath and every other thing but she was naughty, yes she looked naughty.
We ate in silence; she occasionally either complimented the food or criticized the meat. I sat like a robot, not responding, not moving, and just eating. We finished eating and the waiter packed the plates. She handed over the bill notes to him and I noticed it was a little too much. It was already getting late, while the waiter was there counting his notes, I took a glance and noticed we were alone except for a couple at the far end of the corner and they stood to go while I looked on. After counting the notes, with a fat satisfaction on his face, “thank you”, he finally said and nodded at me politely.
“What need would an extra ten thousand solve for you? My boss asked him, and the waiter looked confused which I shared in the confusion.
“A lot of ‘em ma’am” he replied faithfully and quickly.
“We are about to have a serious business meeting here and we don’t want anyone walking in here, it’s already night anyway, can you hold your customers off for like fifteen minutes? She asked definitely sure of the answer. The waiter nodded out rightly and I could hide my shock no longer with the sweats bumps surfacing everywhere on my body but mostly on my face.
“You get your ten thousand bucks on our way out then, leave us in peace”, she shooed the guy who literally disappeared, closing the door after him. “If this is about what am thinking, then this woman is the most demented, craziest hoe………” she was on me before I could finish my disturbed thoughts.
She kissed me fervently and uncontrollably. Like a reflex, I returned the kisses, uncontrollably and fervently too.
“We have fifteen minutes Dave”, she gasped for air
“Don’t roughen my shirt”, I warned as the morning episode came to light in my mind. She chuckled, and murmured something about being able to afford a million of it as she rained kisses on the nape of my neck. She was wild and somehow, my chair was complaining with the very audible noise coming from it. She dragged me to the floor to put the chair out of misery and moaned when she touched my d**k exactly the way she did in the morning. I was sure she would react that way a million times encounter after that day.
“that’s huge Dave” she sang as she raised her already raised gown higher and I noticed for the first times with mixed feeling that she was pantless. I took her pleasurably and she quaked, vibrated and rapped. From the floor, to the table and she even supported herself on the metal chair while I slide behind. After ten minutes of unrestrained passion that hit both of us like an avalanche, we exploded simultaneously. She chuckled triumphantly and I was satisfied.
“I knew you’d be good at this when I first set my eyes on you” she said still breathless.
“This continues Dave” she continued “and remains a secret” she warned.
“I am married to Senator Johnson boy”, she sounded like I was supposed to be shocked, maybe I should be scared but I just don’t know why yet! But the scared look on her face no doubted directed my wandering mind to take the path of fear.
To be continued.
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Last time, I introduced my article on why you could be the next victim of a woman-punching husband. I am back to complete this beautiful article.
After building your self esteem to prepare you for the unforeseen future with your spouse the next thing to do is to LOOK WITHIN!
Response can rarely come without the introduction of stimulus. Stimuli define the nature of responses, so to speak, are you always unduly and unnecessarily provocative? Are you easily provoked? Remember that anger has a special way of igniting anger. Are you not submissive and not readily dedicated to your marriage to the extent that you’d love to see it work out? Your answer to these questions may be a resounding No! I have seen many ladies admit in a very disturbing sense that they are flawless. In psychology, a little something called insight is consequential for psychotherapy to take place. This means that you have to recognize your part in the discord in your family before you can fix it by first fixing yourself.
IF YOU ARE IN A DESTRUCTIVE OR ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP, LEAVE! Someone out there is in dire need of the emotional succor you can offer and is willing to appreciate and love you maximally for that. Only you have to be careful this time to choose wisely and without mistake. In our next article we will be discussing how to spot good men with no stress, when you do find that man, don’t abuse the love he offers and don’t take him for granted. Remember, he is not an angel and can still change towards you if you change towards him and vice versa.
It’s established, there are habitual women-beaters amongst men but with rapt attention and right values you can stay off their path. It’s also established you can turn your good man into a woman-beater with your stubborn attitude and nagging mannerism if he is not tolerable. So if you know that for some reason you know that some craziness is stocked in your head and you can’t get it out, make getting a tolerable man a priority and ask God to guide you. Give yourself an opportunity to be a blessing to your man, children and family.
The following are a little list of do’s and don’ts that can keep your relationship on its feet always:
• Remember your relationship in prayers, there is spirituality to everything
• Don’t get tired of using tender words of love and affection.
• Are you always busy? Make out times, always present your attention as a gift
• Don’t lie for any reason, hate lies and discourage lies.
• Don’t ever abuse your husband for any reason or confront him in public.
• Do not be the first to raise your voice.
• Don’t discuss him with your friends no matter how close except in extreme cases when you need help
• Make conscious effort to understand, no matter what the situation is, try to picture you in that shoe if you decide.
• Don’t be afraid or proud to say sorry, a little space you allow pride in your relationship can bring you pain for a decade.
• Show genuine concern and care; take care of him, that’s the only way to make his conscience fall in love with you.
• Don’t just accept him, accept everyone in his life before your point of entry including his family members, N.B If you are at loggerhead with your spouse’s family, fix it now because how matter how safe he makes you feel, you are not.
• Recognize your position as a wife, and then accept it. A man is the head of the family.
• Be cheerful and happy. Put those mood swings in check.
• Take care of his stomach, give him a treat of his life both in the dining room and bedroom (winks)
• Do your part, be vigilant but don’t be insecure, ask questions and always let him know you are watching so he’d better not think of unfaithfulness that no matter the temptation out there you still have the magic to make them all go away.
• Be sexy, be a model before him. *sorry if you tie wrapper all the time. Lol. Don’t stop seducing him, do it yourself!
P.S: Don’t endure more than you can, always speak out and seek help. Your wedding ring is your key to greater happiness and not your chain of damnation.
May God bless your family and make it peaceful.

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At approximately 50 minutes to the swearing in of Trump as the 45th president of the United States of America. The incoming president trump is currently meeting President Obama who has less than 1 hour to preside over the most powerful nation of the world.
Donald Trump Team says he wrote his inaugural speech, already in attendance for the inauguration are
George w. Bush and wife
Jimmy Carter and wife
Trump's immediate Family
Bill and Hillary Clinton
and other top dignities.
About taking place, Trump and Obama will be leaving for the Capitol for the Inauguration.

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The Nigerian musician who was very popular in the 1970s and '80s has been comfirmed dead. Our sources say he died on sunday, the 15th of January, 2017 at the age of 72 years. During his time, he put out eight albums of layered, wildly imaginative synth-funk. He halted recording in the mid-1980s when he converted to Christianity. Since then, if you mention his life in music around him, he stops the conversation dead. Before devoting himself to Jesus, Onyeabor made extended call-and-response disco-funk jams driven by the space-age sound of synthesizers and drum machines — very new tools at the time he was recording, especially in Africa. Combining these new sounds with Nigerian funk, Onyeabor made music that was exceptionally innovative and great to dance to. Some of his hit tracks were Good name, great lover, when the going is going good and so on. His old jam "When the going is smooth n good" inspired Timaya n Flavour's recent hit song "Wen Money no dey"
1970s and '80s Music lovers all over Nigeria will miss this talented musician. May his soul rest in peace!
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sex slavery2
The elevator started its movement to the down floor as I tried to dress up as fast as I could knowing it was impossible for me to go unnoticed in the state I was in. a quick replay of what happened unlocked the beating of the gong to etilogwu dance in my heart. I knew, I was in trouble but I was too messed up to allow my mind run the marathon thought of how deep the trouble could be. Faster than the elevator made it up, it came down in no time and I was ready for the confrontation that would come from inquisitive eyes and gossip side talks. More demoralizing was knowing that many people saw the boss go into the elevator with me looking as fresh as morning breeze only for me to move down few minutes later alone and looking disheveled with a huge badge of honor, boldly imprinted on my shirt by my boss’ make up. I stepped out with such a hurry and briskly made my way through the security office to where my Toyota spider 2009 model was parked. From the corners of my eyes I saw the confused look on faces as I passed by, angry, scared, aroused and unquestionably feeling used. i tried my best to ignore them and I rebuffed the frantic attempt by busy-body Agnes; the canteen attendant to stop me. After a brief moment that seemed like a decade I saw myself on the driver’s seat of my car. With the fire still raging in my groin, I inserted the key in the ignition and drove home cursing everything on my path all through the way.
A quick shower didn’t do the expected magic when I got home so I resorted to taking a nap unsure whether it was going to be brief. My rented apartment was every bit of comfort. I spent huge amount of money to rent it so I didn’t mind spending extra to make it a haven. I didn’t earn the money anyway; it was happily given to me by a business tycoon mother who wanted nothing more than to see me become a man of my own. So whatever it was I could earn, she didn’t mind supplementing it as long as I stay busy and on the job. Everything in the apartment, from the LCD screen on the wall, huge LG air condition to the floor arts were all top class. In summary, I had the peck that came with the affluent but it didn’t inflate my pride. I had only one weakness anyway; women. They could send my thought to the left when I wanted it to move to the direction of right but I never handled a woman that was my boss until then. I slept like a log of wood not because I was tired, at least so I assumed, but because a deep slumber would make my body to forget a bit.
In my slumber, I forgot everything that existed. I dreamily got worked on by angels in semi nude flaring gowns that soothed my worries with their enticing bodies. They were familiar, familiar to an extent that they were always there in my sleep and more so whenever I slept feeling the way I felt. The sticky fluid woke me up as the sweet daughters of eve catapulted me to the llimbo for umpteenth time through the archer of passion and arrow of possession. Waking up, I noticed that it wasn’t my first ejaculation but all was too familiar because it wasn’t the first time. My phone rang and I ran my hand on the bed sheet in search of it. Just then, my sleepy eyes glanced at the clock and got widened in shock. 5pm it was! My boss’ last statement when I saw her in the morning rang out in my head. I held my breath when I turned the phone to look at the screen.
“Hello Jess, “I said obviously relieved.
“Dave, what’s up with the tone”, she asked with a streak of concern in her voice.
“I’m fine just waked from sleep”, I replied still shivering inwardly’
“You didn’t go to work?” she inquired, jeez Jess could pass in any field connected to journalism, in fact she never ran out of questions.
“What are you doing?” I asked trying to divert her attention from the question. I was obviously not in the mood to answer her question, to tell the tale of my personal Waterloo.
“Nothing Dave, you are becoming a bad boy son” she said teasingly, “you not at work and you not with me”
Jess was my girlfriend of two years, dark in complexion, tall, polished, full blossom, well-rounded behind but not too beautiful. Of all her qualities, the one I could think of easily if asked is her superb craft in the bedroom, thinking about it alone puts me at par with Scooby-doo.
“Are you at home?” I asked tiredly, an attempt to distract myself.
“Yea baby” she cooed,
“Will be there in an hour” I said as I sprang up from the bed.
“Aright, drop at the pharmacy before coming Dave, I am not on pills” she said. That’s the typical Jess I know, neither ashamed nor afraid to express herself.
I dropped the phone and breezed into the bathroom for a second bath, it was quick even though I whistled while I was at it. In no time, I was done. I toweled myself dry and swiftly struggled in a pair of dirty jeans and a cream colored T shirt. A look at the mirror reassured me of what exactly the women in my life were after. I was handsome and it ran in the family blood. Fair complexioned and heavily built even though I never visited the gym except once when a childhood friend came visiting. Still lost in thought, the ring of my phone drifted me back to reality. Impatience, that's the word for Jess I thought aloud as I clicked on the receiver.
“You are supposed to be at work DAVE!” The voice on the other side thundered. Instantly everything stood still. I could sense my boss’ anger, wounded pride mingled with disappointed, with this realization, the strength of my legs almost failed me.
“Eh eemm” I stammered,
“Meet me in ten minutes at Mint restaurant or you are a dead meat” she said icily and dropped the call before I could make another sound.
The worst is yet to come…. My bemused mind informed me!
TO BE CONTINUED…
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Please ladies should read the self esteem part every morning. You can be the next big thing, say that yourself with a driven purpose (not just with a lazy mind)

self-esteem is a huge part of a successful life. Once one can build it, one can achieve anything. thank you for reading.

Picture this, in split seconds; he snaps into a man you never knew as the wall of familiarity crumble. Looking into his eyes send unrestrained fear, down your spine. He raises his arm and you know it’s going to hurt. Slap after slap came, then punch, kicking and a devilish litany of curses is being rained down on you. Your mind is too ripped apart to wonder; wonder if this was the man you loved, that made promises, promises of unending happiness, of sticking with you for better or for worse, you feel less human because the human you were have been torn apart by torture and violent attacks from the only man you felt you were safest with. You have lost, lost because you know that, this is just the beginning. I tell most sincerely, many women go through this ordeal many mornings and nights of their lives. They feel trapped by the mere feeling of that metal ring on their finger.
Domestic violence is now as common as relationship itself and is as frequent as the ladies flash their engagement rings on the social media. The black and blue faces are just too much on the social media with racy reactions coming from commentators, sometimes social media brawls ensuing on who was wrong or right. But you, my reader, must recognize the possibility of you being in that shoe so that you can make a stand either for or against it today through actions that will guarantee much desired outcome.
HOW?
I could hear this question popping up on your head from this end, but I will try my best to satisfy your curiosity.
The first step to being on the safe side is to build your self esteem. Merriam-Webstar defined Self Esteem as a feeling of satisfaction that someone has in himself or herself and his or her own abilities. Wikipedia took a step forward in their definition by saying that “self-esteem reflects a person’s overall evaluation of his or her own worth. It is a judgment of oneself as well as an attitude toward the self. Simply put, you define the mirror that reflects what people and your spouse see in you. What woman have you grown to be? One that believes that everything good she can get must come from a man. One that struggles with her under graduate education with a carefree mindset that everything ends in the house of a man. One that sees relationship with a man as a vital sign of fulfillment and therefore whines and cries when it shows the slightest sign of falling out of place. One that has lost sight of her personal life goal, succumbing to the trend of “others are getting married, what am i waiting for?” One that won’t say yes until the size of the pocket is determined. All these mindsets culminate to forming destructive relationships and in turn a resultant abuse and depression. A study conducted in South Africa reported that women who work for themselves and their families are more satisfied with their homes and spouses.
According to Branden, 1969, there are three key components of self esteem;
• Self-esteem is an essential human need that is vital for survival and normal, healthy development.
• Self-esteem arises automatically from within based on a person’s beliefs and consciousness.
• Self-esteem occurs in conjunction with a person’s thoughts, behaviors, feelings, and actions.
When your self-esteem is taken care of, naturally it becomes a grievous sacrilege for a man to lay his finger on you because of the immeasurable self-love that comes with high self-esteem. On the average, most men know better than to lay a finger on a woman that is purpose-driven, why?, confrontation. Men hate public confrontation and by intuition know that a self reliant woman knows her way around and will stop at nothing to address such dastardly act. So to say, if they have decided to stick with you, by extension they have decided to treat any misbehavior coming from you with the highest civility. To be continued on Thursday.
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Kassacevablog.com reported that a man and HIs wife (boy step mum) reportedly beat boy to death in yenagoa. The report came in from an Fb.User

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I stepped into the cool evening air and it greeted with a sense of freedom. Forgive me if you think I’m lazy but I’ve always thought my work was tedious. It’s a federal job but it’s tedious anyways. Idleness is more stressful than hard work. Sitting down is tedious, listening to idle women gossip is tedious and above all being the centre of attention cum attraction as a guy in the midst of ladies is most tedious. It was every bit of a corporate job and I felt lucky when I got the employment but with time I lost the excitement that came with noticing that I was the only guy in the block. The ladies –about twelve of them in number, easily overwhelmed me negatively with the competition for my attention. In fact I realized for the first time since my secondary school randy days that women had more sexuality to their personality when compared to men just of course, they pretend the more. I had experienced the most explicit sexual harassment in the office and could hardly think of who I had not made out with in the office. Yes it was that bad. The boss had me after a week I resumed work. She was a fat assed, extra large kind of woman with a pretty face. She behaves bossy like those spoilt little girls that were lucky to feel the silver spoon on their lips at birth and like expected had a milky ride through childhood to top notch position in her career of choice. She was stiff with me at first, getting unnecessarily angry at my reports, appraisals and even my sneezes. She even threatened me with a query two times within the first week. The other girls were always there to console me, sounding sweeter than Delilah while at it. I was not deterred at first; I had my way with women so I handled her carefully. When she saw that I was unshaken, she diverted to the role of a nice pussy cat, smiling at me when others were not looking and praised my dedication at the first general meeting to the surprise of everyone. For me, I was not surprised, okay I admit, I was a bit surprised more from realizing how low she could stoop. The girls rolled their eyes and murmured all through the duration of the meeting, wetin concern me? I be solomonic celeb! Winks. I was looking forward to more advances from her and turned cataract blindness to the screaming attention directed at me by other ladies.
Two days after the meeting, that was sooner than I expected, I coincidentally found myself alone with her in the elevator as it climbed from the bottom floor to the twenty-fifth floor. Immediately the elevator got in motion she turned spontaneously towards me and in an instant, I lost my lips in her mouth, she sucked and licked every part of my mouth recklessly, vigorously and with fervor. Her hands simultaneously rummaged every part of my body that it came across, I was immobile and too shocked to react visibly other than the non-concealable hardness of my d**k. I felt her rush, her dire need and her realization of limited time as the elevator kept moving, ignoring the madness within. She moaned like a spanked hoe when her hand felt the size of my d**k, I felt the racy movement in my veins but I stood even while the astounding events unfold back to back. In a split second, my belt was undone and my pants, down; she was a pro, I’m sure she did that a lot and I was catapulted once again to limbo when I felt her salivary tongue on my little man down there. She was hungry, not for food but for that kind of stuff and I was on a s*x drought for two months then! I didn’t revolt, I didn’t advance, I just played the role of a doodle. That was how I felt anyway.
After, a three-minute rumple that felt like forever, the elevator chimed, then opened and like a werewolf that finished experiencing the half mood she sprang up and became my boss again, she ran her hands through her body to put things in order. She took a quick glance at my confused, half exhausted handsome face, my rumpled and at the same time make-up smeared shirt, my disheveled pants with the mountain of my stiff d**k still protruding. She stepped out of the elevator simultaneously as her middle finger pushed me deeper into the elevator;
“Go back down, get home and fix yourself up, you can take the day off but be surely present here before 3pm”, her bossy voice rang and she pressed the elevator to send me back down. She winked at me before the door closed obviously aware of my confusion.

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Popular restaurant in awka mummy's pot around unizik temp site was yesterday razed down by fire emanating from gas explosion in a , nearby restaurant. Fire service battled the fire but little was saved.

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Believe it or not, Kassacevablog can authoritatively report that MMM has resumed operations today the 13th of January 2017. This resumption comes a day earlier than the previously promised 14th of January 2017.

On a statement on its site, the MMM administration has set out guidelines. One of which is, that help will be provided gradually starting from members with lower amount of money in the system. That means that the a certain Johnny who almost committed suicide because his N30,000 was frozen in December 2016 can now rejoice and shout "Happy New Year".
Even a market woman who sells tomatoes at Ose market Onitsha couldn't hide her joy as she danced away her previous frustration before MMM opened.
oya forward march to MMM site


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