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There was this beautiful girl in my class. I liked her so much and the feeling was mutual. We shared a lot in common and often spent time together. We were study partners too and anytime she comes to my place, she'd sometimes help me cook, iron or do the dishes. Staying hours without seeing or talking to each other stirred boredom.  I willingly shared my stuff with her and she cheerfully did the same. We were partners in crime too like Bonnie and Clyde .  To this effect, no matter how I swore to my roommate, my friends or course mates they never believed that we were just friends. They called us " Adam and Eve " because of how inseprable we were.  Truth be told, I didn't love her, I only liked her as a  friend or sister, but as I got to know her more and more, she earned a special spot in my heart.  Instead of asking her out I was busy being her friend. I became like the brother she never had, and would counsel and share my experiences with her whe...

A Shocking Story.... As I stood at the junction impatiently waiting for a Keke to board, a funny looking fellow walked up to me and waved some portions. He claimed they were medicines and knowing too well that it'd either be some aphrodisaic or local viagra , I frawned and told him that I don't understand Hausa.  Instead of leaving, the dude offered the stuff for a token. He even boasted that his herbs work well and it might even make me look for him to buy some more. His persistence was spiteful because I was running late for a meeting, Keke was not forthcoming and the tenacious babalawo was becoming a nag.  As soon as I saw a bus going to town, I jumped on it and said some profound words in Hausa to the harberlist. He was awestruck that I understood and spoke Hausa language fluently. I laughed and waved at him as the bus moved on.  Omo I was happy seeing how shocked the Babalawo guy was 🤣🤣  I SHOCK AM !  Well, when we got to U/Sarki, the bus con...

Frontline Christian Rapper and Apologist Nomad  wrote an enlightening and insightful article on the insidiousness of Sports Betting  his social media handle. The post reads;  I was heart stroke yesterday when I heard of a guy by the name  DANIEL AYUBA MARK who we  happen to live in the same city of KADUNA , who committed suicide after he allegedly lost over one million five hundred thousand naria (₦1,500,000) to sport betting . I have studied sport betting for about three years personally because of the menace I saw it was causing in the society , my mentor will always say " LEARN THE RULES BEFORE YOU PLAY THE GAME " either in business or what ever venture. So, with the high rate of betting shops springing up, curiosity made me to pick interest on sport betting and how the book makers present their odds. The betting platforms have different strategies; VIRTUAL ( kalu kalu )- where you play and get your money instantly within minutes if not seconds,...

I saw my ex and her husband at the mall with their baby today. They even wore matching outfits. 🙆 Ahswear the pikin ugly, his father's genes must be so strong. 😒 I was by the counter waiting for my fiancée to finish picking up some stuff when I saw Angelica.  Immediately Angelica saw me she started smiling and whispered something to her husband. He looked at me, smiled, and nodded.  It was conspicuous that we were happy to see each other after a very long time. The last time we had a chat was when she put to bed. I was away in New Jersey attending a Tech conference when I saw the naming ceremony pictures on her WhatsApp status and I congratulated her.  When Angelica and her husband got to the counter, I shook her husband's hand but gave a generous bear hug to his wife. It lasted for two minutes. I would have planted a kiss on her forehead but she's married now.  Awkward! 🙄 Gush... I miss her voluptuous udders. They are still galant and fluffy even afte...

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Soul. Symphony. Stitches. These were the sinews of your core, Mama. They formed the nitty gritty of your entirety. You. The mast that kept my ship sailing. I miss coming back from playing in the evenings to be welcomed by the aroma of your famous ofada stew simmering happily in the pot Grandma gifted you when you married. I still bury my head in your pillow just to get a whiff of your opulent scent; a perfect blend of flowers and musk. Oh how you laughed so beautifully as you watched us play tag with Papa! It was soothing music to my soul. The perfect Africana you were, with a brown skin that glistened proudly from daily use of 'ori' and an Afro that sat like a crown on your head. Today while you laid still in the coffin, the women of Isale Eko sang your praise as they showed off the clothes you'd sewn for them over the years. I will hold onto the memories of you sewing on your rickety sewing machine as you hummed to Fela's "Zombie" playing on the ...

It was my first time visiting this community.  I had gone there in search of a Life. Took a stroll out one evening and came by this beautiful lady, she was exceptionally beautiful, i couldn't resist staring at her for such a long while i did stare. I became interested in her, did my findings and i learnt the neighbourhood referred to her as the BEST Designer they had ever met within and outside the community Woah!  Getting to her took me days but then Luck found me and soon we became great friends.  From a crush she turned a Friend, and from a friend she became a reflection of my heart. In Seun Rhema's voice: She is my definition of real beauty, a designer endowed with great fashion sense. From an #Old movie😉😘 © Beloved Empress  📷:  Seun Rhè-má   From #OldMovie Challenge