It's funny sometimes how we have our plans while life is just somewhere looking at us like "See this mumu😂. "
I remember my plan of getting married to my ex immediately after her service year. We dated for 3 and a half years.
Though it was a long-distance relationship, mostly.
She was studying at Afe Babalola University.
I took responsibility for everything she needed from her second year in school.
Tuitions sometimes, rent, clothes, everything.
I wasn't complaining.
I love taking care of my woman. I don't want to give room for any other man.
After graduation, I was able to help her get her deployment to Lagos so that she can get more opportunities with her Mass Communication degree due to the high number of radio stations and media houses in Lagos.
She started her service, and a few months later, I planned to visit.
Her birthday was on May 15th.
I planned on getting to Lagos on the 10th, so I would sort all surprises out and make her last birthday as a bachelorette.
I got into Lagos on the 10th as planned.
I paid for a cake from an online vendor here.
I lodged at a hotel not so far from her place. I had to make everything perfect.
I got a few gifts and wine.
Booked a nice restaurant for dinner and paid for the reservation.
Everything was perfectly planned.
After the second day of trying to lie to her about my location
I decided to give her a surprise at her place.
I didn't plan to, but I was too lonely, I will not lie.
The Air condition in the hotel I was staying in was extremely cold😂.
It was as if I was spending my one week off work in the Atlantic.
Anyway, I got to her place
It's a one-story building; the lower part of the house is used for a factory, producing Nylons, so the main gate is almost always opened since trucks come in and go.
I went straight into the building, went upstairs, and I opened the door.
I knew she was in since the TV was playing very loud of her favorite African Magic show.
I went into her room, and she wasn't there.
So I heard the shower running (Perfect moment for a surprise visit 😁). I had to pull off my clothes so I could join her in there for a shower too.
I opened the bathroom door with my boxers, and I saw a man giving her a very hot one in the shower with my two eyes.
It was intense 😩.
That idiot guy was almost choking her in process.
I don't even get to do that to my baby 😭.
They saw me, though she stopped and was ashamed.
But the "I can explain" Nollywood line pissed me off more.
What's there to explain, what lie would get her out of that.
It was impossible to unsee what I just saw.
I had to dress up and leave.
I was heartbroken.
Canceled all reservations and things I planned.
She didn't know the hotel I was in.
I decided to go for a walk to clear my head.
I saw some sex workers, and I decided to patronize one to end the horrible day.
I got some alcohol and food.
Went back to the hotel with the girl.
It was my first time doing such.
We didn't even get to know each other or anything we got in. She went into the bathroom to shower as she will be with me overnight before I leave the next day.
When she got out of the bathroom, I went in too.
I was a bit drunk, but I knew all I was doing and all and just wanted to pass my aggression on something 😩.
We started having sex after I got out of the shower, and after some min, this girl started shaking and then stopped moving and stiff.
Her heart was still beating
I went down to the receptionist to call for help and take her to the hospital or something.
She went out and called the Police instead saying someone I took in just died in my room or so.
Three policemen came in, one touched her pulse and nodded while one was holding me
I thought I was in a bad dream, they took me into their car, as I was under arrest.
On our way to the station, they started telling me how I was stupid to take girls that have no life into the hotel.
I was crying and explaining.
They said they would let me go if I cooperate
I was told to give them some cash, and they will drop me right there, and I can take my things and leave Lagos.
That was like an escape plan.
I had 700k in my account at that time.
I transferred 600k to someone they called on the phone.
I was allowed to go
One thing left is my wallet, which contains my ID card and all.
It was at the hotel.
The only thing for me is to go back into the hotel, pick it up, and leave immediately.
The receptionist wasn't there when I got there. I went straight to the room; they've packed the girl. Got my
Wallet and started Operation run for your life.
I got downstairs, and the receptionist wasn't there, so I made my way out of the hotel. I got outside, and surprisingly Dead girl was up and running, drinking a cold beer with assorted meats.
I didn't understand what was happening.
So, in the end, they were fake Police Men planned with the girl and receptionist to dupe me while I run for my life in fear, never coming back to the area.
Well, it was a horrible day, where I learned a lot.
I was able to recover my money when the girl was arrested.
I left Lagos the next day with a broken heart and a horrible night experience.
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We used to play street football then with this street bro; we call him "Senior Man".
He's the oldest among us all, and always plays as a defender alongside me, so we get to talk a lot since we are almost always on the same team 8/10.
Rumour on the street was that he used to be
A very successful person and spent a long time in the United States.
It's a story no one was ever sure of until the day we got to the field, and we were waiting for the ball.
We were talking about life experience so I asked about his own and he shared with me.
He said he didn't have a chance to finish Uni, but he was able to secure IT Networking work with a firm at a very early stage of his life, he had a partner who was really really brilliant.
They both concluded that they should send the girl to study in the US.
I was living in Ogba one time, in one of the self-contains in a big compound with our landlord and his wives.
I was working with a start-up earning 50k a month.
My landlord was a cashew farmer.
Make I no lie, that man get bastard money.
He had 4 official wives with some friendly
Matches at times.
He rents apartments to only single Men.
He was already in his early 50s.
His second wife was this busty light-skinned young woman in her early 30s.
Her name was Bilikis.
They were one friendly family.
They took me as a family member.
But something happened.
The issue started when the landlord was celebrating his birthday.
As a bachelor that I was, they invited me to the party, but work didn't allow me to attend it.
So they packaged my food, and Bilikis came to my apartment to deliver it.
I just came back from work and was tired.
Na only God dey safe Uber drivers for this country.
It's one risky thing to get into a stranger's vehicle to take you home and another for the driver to drive a total stranger to an unknown destination.
I was doing Uber 2years ago, it was on a Saturday morning around 5 am.
I was down and had to turn on my app to see If I would get a rider.
Immediately I went out; I accepted one.
I drove there.
It was a Mother and Man in his early 30s.
They didn't look like a wealthy family, but they looked average too.
They were both putting on casual wear.
I was asked to open my car boot that they needed to put some luggage in.
One big Pot, Spoons, Box, and a sack of meat.
With some cooking material that looked like they were about to use for Owambe(Party) later in the day.
When your parent has a favourite, it has its way of messing with your head for the rest of your life if you don't find help. I just finished my sessions with my therapist and sharing a big part of my reason for going there in the first place is my last healing piece.
Being the
Only boy out of 5 children as a Nigerian should show you where I'm going with the story.
I'm the 4th as they tried to see if they were going to have a boy again for the last time.
Since they couldn't, I ended up receiving all their love while I watch my siblings crave for it.
Growing up, I had all the support I needed.
Grew up in an “okay home” so we had enough.
I was enrolled to a private school while others were in a public school.
My parents only saw my siblings as half-children who belong to other families when they grow up.
The hardest addiction I was able to get rid of was masturbation.
Then, I don't sleep until I do it.
It became part of me.
It wasn't my fault though, I tried looking for a girlfriend maybe that would help cure my sexual urge but again, I prefer older ladies to young girls.
It's what I really got used to and wasn't my fault.
Sis Dara was a Nurse, a beautiful young lady in our street back then, she was one of the top educated youths and was in her early 30s. I was around 7-8years old.
During summer break, we are always asked to go to her house
For summer lesson as she was cheaper than school summer lesson.
The first day an incident happened, we were just two who came for the lesson, it's always in her room.
Charles was sleeping off in class, but his bad habit was to put one hand in his short playing with his penis
I was in one relationship then that really taught me many lessons.
My friends fought me concerning the girl and how I didn't love her and rather say bad things about her when I'm with them.
Well, it wasn't their fault.
Vera was beautiful, and she had what I like on her chest but,
Her attitude stinks.
One funny thing is, I get to be the only one to experience the bad side of her.
She's so good to other people.
One event I can't forget is when I was hosting my two friends on the weekend.
We got in late from an outing on Friday night, so I was tired.
I pulled off my shoes without arranging them, which she hated.
Shirt on the wardrobe handles and just went straight to bed without a shower. I was utterly exhausted.
On Saturday morning, she woke me up by sprinkling water on me. I woke up to her shouting at me.