Adaora sat under the wing of their dusty balcony;staring into an old photo of her dead mother,flood of tears rolling down her cheeks,locked in her memory are wishes heaped like an anthill, if only she could turn back the hands of time;perhaps, her mother would have still be there for her, if she can strike a bargain with death; probably, her mother would still be breathing. Adaora has refused to accept the fact that her beautiful mother is dead nor would she stop blaming herself for the death of her mother. It has been 3years her mother left for a journey beyound and Adaora still feel her like she just left yesterday.

On that fateful morning, Adaora was getting ready to go to work, staring into her hand mirrow, putting final touches to her already powdered face, looking so beautiful with her light pink lip gloss and her pointed nose; her sick mother lay on the bed watching her beautiful daughter dress for work. "Adamma,what will happen if you stay with me today without going to work",she grumbled "mama,you know i would really love to stay with you,if not just that i must go and get money for your drugs and other things,remember i still need to pay Chinedu's school fees" Adaora whispered to her mother rejecting the feeling that she's abondoning the poor woman to the claws of loneliness and boredom. "Am sorry i've to leave you but i'll return before you know it" she smiled and kissed her mother on the forehead;her mother managed to smile,holding back tears building up. "Go well my daughter and may heaven continue to bless and protect you for me", she said "Amen" Adaora chorused. Ada picked up her handbag and left for work that day without knowing she would never meet her mother at home again.

It was barely 5hrs she left for work, wen she recieved a call that changed her life and left her wishing for a mother she would never have again. In her haste to leave for work,she forgot to keep her mother's drugs where she can easily reach it,her weak mother was struggling to bring down the bag hung on the wall where the drugs are kept,she slipped and hit her head on a chair and collapsed. Neighbours rushed her to a nearby hospital where she was battling between staying alive and embracing the sweetened cruel cold hands of death;the call left Adaora shivering from head to toe with giant goose pimples all over her body, she rushed to the hospital;on getting there,the condition of her mother left her weeping hysterically begging her mother to stay with her,her feeble mother managed to smile,"my dear, i promised myself not to give up untill i see you again, please donot blame yourself for whatever happened,God knows best,i wish i can fight it but am too weak to fight,the wind is so cold now that my body is freezing,the sun is so cruel that my eyes wish to be shut, i can't feel myself nor seem to conjure your image,please take good care of your siblings especially your younger brother Chinedu, i Love you so much and don't ever make the same mistake i made in marriage" she grumbled inbetween dying breath and with this last words she left her daughter screaming and sobbing her eyes out.

Since that day, Adaora's life has been in shambles, she can't stop crying, the funeral went in a swift and the remains of mother was laid to rest. She treasured every moment she spent with her mother; perhaps, if she had stayed with her mother that day,she wouldn't have slipped;probably, the could have been a recovery miracle. If she is given a golden chance to wish for anything, she would wish to have her mother back. Adaora was crying painfully, clutching her younger brother not minding that the little boy was squirming from discomfort,he is her golden responsibility and she love him with every breath left in her. The memories of her mother keep coming back to her, locked in a closet like a stone is the moments they spent together in her dusty "DIARY"

Anger boiled inside me as I remembered all that transpired during that period. I had witnessed it all and wasn’t happy to see the long faces of people as they fought to digest the New Year’s news. I felt the urge to fly right into his face and bite his nose off, sending plasmodium into his system, making his nose turn larger than it was but I was afraid for my own life. What if he caught me mid-air, the last thing I will like to feel before dying should not be the rough hands that he had used to paddle canoe in the creeks when he had no shoes on before becoming the head of the Nigerians or worse still being rendered breathless by that huge nose of his.

Yonathan took an object from his wardrobe, it looked fetish that I did not know when I jumped and held hard unto Ijebabe, burying my head into her succulent bosom. It earned me an upper cut which saw me leave my comfort from on top the lamp stand and fell down lightly on the ground. At least the ugly black man with his yellow nose did not notice as he was engrossed in whatever was in his hand. I looked at the object closely and saw it was a giant transparent leather. Leaping from where I had fallen, I landed back on the lamp stand close to Ijebabe as I watched what he was about to do.

He loosened the edge of the leather and opened it dipping his forefinger into it, scooping some brownish looking substance and raising it to his giant nose. There was a loud sucking-in from his nostril that I had to clutch tight to the lamp stand lest I be drawn into his nose. He had taken grinded tobacco leaves otherwise known as snuff. So this man still takes locally made snuff even in the government house. I was appalled but nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard a loud sneeze. The figure lying on the bed turned, stretched out some fat looking flabby hands and scratched her face.

“Yona, is that you sneezing and disturbing my peaceful dream”

She spoke out.

“Why did you taking lot of time before coming back home to the room”

I held myself from laughing at the murderous grammar I just heard. Ijebabe was already on the ground reeking with laughter. I watched her amused, this quito does have a beautiful laugh.

Ijebabe caught herself when the fat woman with a very big stomach sat on the bed and feigned anger. Though she was beautiful, her distorted face was enough to be compared with Bance, that Burkina Faso’s defender that scared the devil into believing he was the anti-christ the day he was born. The nurses had abandoned him the moment his lips came out for as they pulled on the lips, it kept expanding without the actual head coming out coupled with the fact that the white hand glove they had on had already turned black. As the body slipped out of the woman’s cuntus, the hospital was thrust into a state of pandemonium, the doctor abandoning his knowledge to study animal science, Bance being his case study.

“Where are you came from at this time of the night”

Pat spoke out, her voice venomous. I fell down from the lamp stand in a heap with laughter. Even inside her husband’s room, she cannot do English Language the favour of speaking pidgin. Yona looked at her his eyes darting here and there before answering her:

“Ehm, I was at ICC hosting the President of Ghana with his wives and other dignitaries.”

At that Pat jumped up.

“And you refused to inviting me, why are you do this kind of thing to me, eh, Yona”

She screamed. Yona appeared clueless than ever as it took him close to 10 minutes to find his voice.

“It is not that, it’s just that I wanted you to rest for some time since you last appeared in public and addressed the nation. You know how those Nigerians think when you address the nation all the time.”

That seemed to have gotten into her head as she smiled and beckoned to him:

“Pori popo baby, come into bed”

Yona smiled, a smile that seemed to add some touch of yellow to his face. I looked in between his legs and was surprised to see his member turgid, chei, so this man loves his wife well. I turned round and flew away as he climbed into her waiting arms, there was no way I was going to watch what will happen, my life still remains valuable to me.

Ijebabe was right behind me flying gracefully for she feared for her own life too, I thought she was invincible since she had beat me around for expressing my natural trait of mating.

“Yellow, you know that I am still angry that you refused or was scared to harvest that blood for me ehn, how do you intend to take care of me. I am going to make sure you don’t get mated today”

Ijebabe screamed into the wind.

“Not get mated?”

I asked myself over and over again. Does this woman want to kill me or have she forgotten the implication of carrying sper*m seed in my testicles for a long time. It’s like allowing Mazi (The Addict) or Born2fuck (Dobodobo) to go without mating for hours, suicide mission as they will mate with any insect in sight, they might even go on rampage aiming for our innocent male butts. Can’t imagine me using pampers at my age; it was best hiding during those times.

I was angry as my member had already started reacting to the call of nature. Ijebabe has flown to my front in anger and her bulging looking quito arse stared me in the face, should I make a go for it or just relax while she flew.

“Ijebabe, how about giving me a handjob, at least it will ease off this tension from my body lest I find myself chasing after those insect with giant arses.”

I pleaded with her. This got her as she turned round in the air and flew right at me her knees making contact with my balls, I fell from my flight in pain, collapsing and screaming blue murder as the pain surged through my fragile body. I still wonder why women will ask if we can carry many kilograms of flesh in our body and then give birth through a tiny hole. If only they know the pain experienced if your balls is kicked. More like a million of your bones breaking.

“I hope the knee job gave you the desired feelings”

She taunted me before flying away. I sure was going to get her for this one day I moaned as I grabbed my member and searched for my balls to make sure none had slipped into my stomach.

“Wetin you dey there dey do Yellow, abi you and ground don get something in common?”

It was Born2fuck aka Dobodobo that was speaking to me.

“Guy, na Ijebabe wan kill me o, instead of hand job, na knee job she give me o”

I replied barely above a whisper.

“You still they think say e easy to mate with all these Quitoland babes abi, na to just dey the back of their system dey hide their true identity, those female quitos go send you to early grave”

Born2fuck concluded.

“Na wetin you want make I do now, abeg, conji don build up for inside my body, you know where I go fit relieve myself”

I asked him like I did not know the answer he was going to give. Everybody knows him as the craziest quito in town that knows all the female quitos.

“Ehn, oya make we dey go Mazamaza go see person”

He replied extending his hands. I dusted my hand and put it in his and allowed him pull me up. I checked to make sure my balls were still intact before going on that journey with him, a journey I had since then always go on anytime I feel the urge to mate.

It was on one of this journey that I met White Mosquito. I smiled as I watched Ijebabe still engrossed in her dance but nearly died of heart attack when I had a playful laughter, a very familiar voice. It was White Mosquito, ever so beautiful her hand extended as the invading male quitos reached our place of abode. I blacked out as she wrapped her hands round about a thick looking alien quito.

ijebabe: Im speechless.
Yellow Moss, your fate hangs on how this story ends

Ehm... You also know where your own fate hangs na

I shook all around me as my eyes caught Ijebabe, that beautiful sensuous, overflowing with sexiness shaking the boms that the god of Mosquitoes gave to her wildly. This quito can do crazy things sometimes I said to myself as my mind wander down memory lane. I never knew she would be among the female quitos to give us away after all the preaching she had done to me that night when my hormone was raging and I was ready to offload into a Camel had I been in the desert when the feelings overwhelmed me.

I had picked up her scent as I wandered from flower to flower excavating the sweet fluids that I had intended to give to mababe that night so she could hug me. I always looked forward to that hug as it goes a long way in reducing the raging hormones and bringing about balance.

Ijebabe had been dancing under the colourful illuminations of the various flowers around, singing in a wonderful voice. The same voice that makes the humans clap over their head each time we had a choir concert in their rooms. We are always quick to jump out of harm’s way because their clapping could result in our deaths. I put up a fanciful face, puffed my deflated chest up and arranged my wings before flying towards her direction. I coughed and arranged my voice:

“Hi pretty angeliquito with a voice that turns plants into dancing twigs and other insects into ballerinas. I heard your voice and could not help in dancing into the sun with the wind brushing my face and biding me a safe trip”.

She turned, her face filled with a pleasant surprise give me the ups to push forward.

“Your face makes the sun hide in amazement and the beauty of the stars gets envious, you make the diamonds pale in the light of a burning fire”

She shook her head like she wanted to clear it before answering me.

“Sorry, who are you dabbing all those praises for”

Her eye twinkled under the effect of the purple flower she had moved under. I geared on:

“Your eyes like the dove drives away boredom from my tiny heart, your smile sends healing to my wounded soul, I could fish for the world if you just order the word”

That seemed to had gotten her attention. For she smiled revealing a perfect dentition. I was taking aback, those proboscis are enough to drill a well in a human skin but to me they were the best ever.

“What is your name, poet”

She asked, starting to get interested in me or so I thought.

“They call me Yellow because I was born when the sun sent yellow rays that destroyed our first habitat”

I replied her, using a deep husky voice which I felt was sexy.

“Wow, that’s nice, I’m Ijebabe”

Her sing-song voice vibrated in my brain. I thought I had gotten so proceeded to the next face of courting among my breed, singing a song for her.

“The very first day I saw your face
Your beauty undefined, gal I come dey craze
This love dey make me gaga if you notice
Baby, baby just give me that kiss”

I was happy with my performance as I pouted my lips forward expecting her to drop a tender grass on it to show me she had accepted the proposal. The next thing that follows is what the humans do sweating under blankets and sending crazy odours that could kill us faster than the deadliest Otapiapia.

I heard the sound before I felt the impact and before I could say anything I was high up in the sky my mouth wide open with shock. My fly was cut short by a tender rose whose bloody torn helped send me back to mother earth. I got myself and opened my eyes slowly to gaze on Ijebabe adjusting her hind legs, she had sent me flying with a kick.

She breathed slowly and opened her eyes, which had turned from looking pleasant to red and murderous. I moved back slowly as she followed me her arms flying wide in the sky as she covered my every means of escape. She flew straight at me and before I could think it I was high in the sky on a joyride I never planned for. I was screaming all through the journey as the wind blew all over my face cutting my supply of oxygen short. We flew over those ugly metal monsters that the human call cars and over heaps of dumps. Humans are truly dirty I said in my mind even at the state I was.

We flew into a window high up on a mountain or so it seems and perched on a transparent lamp stand that sent blue light into the vast room that we just entered. On the bed was a woman lying down, her eyes closed peacefully as she slept.

“You see that woman there, if you want any part of me, you have to harvest her blood for me, that is only when I will consider you as both romantic and brave”

She said holding my neck firmly. Female quitos can be aggressive while making demands I screamed in my head. How am I going to harvest blood from that woman? Plans started to form inside my head as I watched her, my wings starting to vibrate as I prepared to fly. The door opened and a man stepped into the room, putting on a black jumper and adorning a black hat. He walked to the wardrobe and took his hat off, pulled his jumper and trouser, all the while backing us. He turned round and I almost screamed as I saw his member, very big and ugly. I looked to his face and was met with a very large nose that was fairer than his face and eyes that appeared confused. I had see that face before, last year when he had read from a book announcing the removal of FUEL SUBSIDY that plunged the nation into dark times. Yes I had seen those clueless eyes before.

I was staring right into the face of Goodluck Yonathan. Haaaaaaa, no be me talk am ooooo…..





To be continued…

gluv01: I refused to comment. Just stood in the room(thread) and was staring at some new faces trying to "killjoy". Don't let me say you are ugly o, because I can honestly see that you are cute but the cuteness is not pure, derailing the thread and stuff.

At Naija babe, thank you very much for the whole bunch of explanation you gave. You took time to explain that. You can never see a sex addict who has sex with just one girl, or just once. That is why he is an "ADDICT" and that is why we are all enjoying his story.
If he is just MAzi and he has slept with just few girls or one, then who would follow him to 22 pages? On NL? This is a nice write up so keep calm and don't stress. Even our oga Seun and other super MODs visit here to enjoy and relax. I see them but keep quiet.
Thank you too aunty Tomsome, you did as well as best to explain.

And my aunty Efe, you know we are one family on this thread, please don't vex, we all love you and respect your opinion, but we can't forfeit the story. Shey we all pledged to be followers of MAzi willingly, and we're having new members daily. Why not chillax a bit, I'm a girl as well. And i'm not criticising girls, but what he is saying actually happens in camp just as Tomsome said. E nor eay for there o. No vex iya? Love u, kpele....

And to all,I can confidently say there are some people who form saint in the real wold but they are silent followers on this thread(pretence kills within). Make una leave my MAzi for me na? Enjoy the tory bikonu and leave my darling for me.

I know who he is(sex adddict) but I still enjoy the way he keeps me in suspense.[s]I don't mind if I'll be part of his next story, I'll be honored, at least my real name will appear once, then I'll have followers too[/s] Just kidding please before una blast me o

You know na, abi should I keep quite

mabebe1:
Anoda shot...cnt stop laffin
Cum 2 tink of it 'are women dat easy?

Now this is a topic for debate

gluv01:

It doesn't put them down, it only shows that some of them have got no self esteem or respect for their bodies. Meet a guy less than a week and he has sex with you. She must be a learner

That is to say I've met lots of learners

Opps!!! My bad

Passing by

dayleke: For everybody that is getting all worked up over the "Mazi makes girls look cheap" phrase,
please that is not the intention of this thread at all,just go back to his previous diary and you will understand.

Can't we all just get along?

I tire ma for some people. But that guy that brought it up should be hanged, him no fit get woman Bleep easily na my problem?

I remember someone saying that if you will Bleep a woman, you will know the moment you meet her, that is to say, they are not cheap but willing.

Oya, ladies, make una eat una head especially EFE

Ehm... You know na

FoxyBone!!! Mentor, you abandoned your story to come and read this one I've been waiting for your updates for so long a time that I had concluded on making this place my abode

I told you he was gonna beat you to your own game

Bluemosquito: lol . . I tought red and yellow are the same!

Welcome son