Isabella was my crush for some donkey years before now. That is not so again. She is presently my girlfriend 002, at least that is what am fancying. My journey in the ministry of girlfriend and women affairs started eight years ago, at a time I was just an innocent ten years old boy. All that mattered for the boy was a well concocted meal(especially ones brought in from burials, weddings, and other food-sharing ceremony of any kind), a sound sleep, and deep sincerity to God. Being the youngest child and the only son in a family of four was an added advantage to my hobbies. Aside eating and sleeping, my third area of expertise which doubled as my best hobby was idleness. And that fetched me enough beating from my senior sisters. However, although I was always flogged by the sisters, I was pampered by my parents considering that I was yet their only male offspring: the one who would possess their inheritance. These circumstances added up to embolden my devil-may-care attitude, as I ...
The excitement of travelling in an airplane for the first time was terrific, even as we had only to settle for economy-class. My neatly packed luggage laid beside me all the time in the airport, and so was my aunt’s. I had made myself a promise of not falling victim to the macho-looking touts whom Lagos returners usually narrate do seize items from innocent newcomers. The excitement of having to scare them with confidence innundated my thoughts; I was an exemplary smart gentleman, my nacissist self kept presenting. My aunt's name is Diana; she is tall, heavily-built, and regularly assumes a devil-may-care countenance. She was a jovial companion to be with, and that betrayed her flair and exuberant youth to me. She seldomly wore a disciplined look but like a billy goat who could never hid it's identity, the scent of my aunt's past was always laid open to me by her actions. Aunt Diana is the youngest daughter of my maternal grandmother. She was in her mid thirty but her l...
The society makes it seems as if relationship is an achievement! 🤨 How? Day one would witness a girl rant about how she's finally landed in a relationship, with a purported love of her life! This followed several sex escapades which we weren't deemed important to know about. From day two to several months, it would all be blissful - late night calls(we won't still hear about those ones), video calls and “i love you texts”. After these, poems would begin to instance on the beloved-couples's social media accounts extolling the gratifying physical appearances of each other, intermixed with promissory of a no-entry-no-exit. Again, both shared each other these. For several donkey-months after , we hear nothing of our celebrity couples. Insider reports (as there would be) rumors about the hate the male and female have recently developed for each other. Infact, our model husband and wife have taken turns to drop cryptic social media messages meant to vilify each other. This...
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