STORY: SHADOWS (EPISODE 2)

STORY: SHADOWS (EPISODE 2)

Story   1:23:00 PM

Read EPISODE 1 HERE

By Oyinkansola Ige



"Remi?”

I looked back and saw my roommate’s brother, Lekan looking at me as I paid for food in the cafeteria. Yeah, we had a thing for each other, and it looked like it could work if we gave it a chance…

Being in Covenant University of course, opened my eyes to a lot. To the endless rules and regulations, to the new people who seemed strange to me, and to people like me who were not scared to explore new stuff. To handsome guys- some who loved my body and some who…I really did not understand what they wanted. We were already in the second semester, and despite my “issues”, I seemed to be doing pretty well in class…with a CGPA of 4.49…it’s not beans oh…who agrees with me?

“Hey Lekkie”, I replied as I looked at him from up to down. He looked incredibly handsome, but I knew he was a no go area. We hugged each other, and well, he didn’t want to let go, but I sort of pushed him…

“How’s life?” He asked as he held my hand. I felt goose bumps all over my fair skin.
Let me tell you a bit about Lekkie. Lekkie, 300 level, Banking and Finance. Tall, handsome and very intelligent too… He is the deputy leader of the word study group, and was well respected in the student body.

And I… I was a shameless…… (let’s not go there)

“Life is good” I replied as I grabbed a chair and sat, hoping he would leave. But he stayed…. I wanted him to leave _

“Seems like you don’t want to talk?” He asked as I looked at him with so much… pity.

Of course not, are you blind?

“NO, it’s not that”, I replied as I began looking everywhere. I didn’t want Sola- my roommate, to see me with her brother. She would freak out. And I didn’t want anyone knowing that…

I and Sola like I said were roommates. She enjoyed sleeping on my bed and watching movies with me. She seemed scared of sleeping alone, and insisted on sleeping on my bed with me. Of course, one thing led to the other and we began to explore….My roommates (Tola and Ifenachi) knew something was going on, but they seemed too scared to even say anything…so they simply avoided us. All they did was look at us with those…”eyes”… I was hoping the session would end fast so I could avoid them altogether… and live a sane life…If only my body would let me be.

We became like twins, always everywhere together…well, not everywhere. There was this time that a 500 level chemical engineering guy was on my case. He really liked me, and I sort of liked him, but I wasn’t too sure. It seemed mixed up. I wasn’t sure if I loved him more than I loved Sola. Sola didn’t make it any easier. She told the boy several times to back off, but the guy thought she was bluffing…

Until one day…something strange happened.

Soji (His name) was coming back from the department. We met up on the road, and as usual he wanted us to talk. We continued to talk about several stuff- classes, friends and roommates… when I decided that I wanted to withdraw from the ATM in front of the cafeteria. It seemed so crowded…I wasn’t the only one who needed money joor. After I withdrew the money, I noticed Soji wasn’t around anymore. I came out and zap…!!! He was gone. I searched for him in the easiest places possible but…he was gone.

I wondered where he went, but I went to the hostel and related my issue to Sola. Sola advised me to forget him. She told me she would take care of me (I knew what she meant) and well; we made out that night….as usual, nothing deep, just plain stuff…

After a week, I and Sola were coming back from class when we saw him. I was so excited to see him. But I noticed that as soon as he saw Sola, his facial expression changed, and he withdrew…

As we walked, I began to wonder what Sola could have told Soji.

“Babe, did you and Soji have any conversation?” I asked

“How do you mean?” she asked me with a questioning look.

“Soji…the way he looked at you…”, I stammered.

She smiled and gave me a familiar pat on my back. “Babe, forget him jare, I don’t know what you see in the guy sef” she said as we continued to walk to the hostel. Everything in me told me that she told Soji something, but….I had no proof.

So I had to forget about Soji anyway.

“Listen”, Lekan began. “I have told you, you have nothing to worry about. I have prayed about this, I know you are the kind of girl I want to be with…”

Are you sure? I am gay oh…

I looked up, and suddenly, I saw Sola. She came into the cafeteria and she looked really upset. I was so scared, I almost moved. Lekan noticed I was distracted and he looked my way and saw her. He stood up on seeing her facial reaction. I froze because I could only imagine the worst.

“Is something wrong, Sola?” Lekan asked as he ushered her to a chair beside him.

Sola smiled as she sat down. She looked at me with disdain, I knew that look…

“Yes Lekan”, she replied as she smiled wickedly at me.

“What is it?” He asked.

“I need to tell you something, but that will be later, dear”, she replied him as she looked at me again, disdainfully. I already knew she didn’t want me with her brother…I just never knew what lengths she would take to keep me away from him…

Until that day…

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STORY: SHADOWS Episode 1

STORY: SHADOWS Episode 1

Story   7:03:00 PM

By Oyinkansola Ige

My struggle with pornography began when I was three.

Mum and Dad would sit in the living room watching movies rated 18. We would sit with them, of course. But whenever it got to a particular “part”, mum would ask I and Biodun to close our eyes, and then open again after 3 minutes or less. I wondered why….and well; my curiosity got the better part of me.

One day, mum travelled, and dad was going to work late. I and Biodun were at home and we watched a movie. We saw what we were not supposed to see. Although I doubt it affected Biodun (he never talked about it), it awoke strange fires in my body.

At five, I began to imagine myself being fondled by men and even girls. I thought I was an hermaphrodite, because I seemed to have those kind of feelings for both my female friends and for guys who seemed to fit into that role.

I couldn’t talk about it. Mum believed I was a good girl, dad believed in my brains.
But i…. I believed in nothing.

Of course, guys did not seem too attracted to me, for reasons I did not understand. I tried to be nice. I tried to be a “take home to mama” kind of girl. I wanted a guy to just flirt with me, at least. But…

LIE…no way.

So in secondary school, I gave up waiting for guys and I began to… explore other options…Girls and girls. I became attached to my bunk mate, Eva. She and I began by always touching each other’s fingers, and then other delicate parts of our bodies. I enjoyed it…

But it didn’t give me the satisfaction I wanted.
It felt like I was looking for something… for someone…. I knew it was wrong, but I didn’t know why. I just knew my body was accepting it, but my soul was crying out for salvation.

Things continued with I and Eva. I met Shade, and then…. It became worse. Shade was fully into the art of lesbianism. We began in full force, and every night, we would switch off the lights of our rooms (lights out) and continue fueling our lustful desires. It was…inappropriate, rushed, unbridled lust, but I loved it…

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And yet, I felt so dissatisfied.

The funny thing was no one knew about it. I was an expressive lady. And yet I had so much locked up within me. For fear of being judged, for fear of being ridiculed and ostracized, I decided that my lesbianism, sexual tendencies would remain my little secret. Even Biodun, my sweet brother, knew nothing. He seemed to be taking life easy as he was always immersed in his books. He wanted to be a medical doctor, I….didn’t know what I wanted to be.

Oh, well. The drama began when I got into University. Attending a public university would have been hell for me, so my parents decided I should go to Covenant University.

That University was my freedom place…. And my drama place. It was there that my struggle with lust came to fore,

…. And I knew I needed help….

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STORY: (18+) My NYSC experience with a Fulani girl

STORY: (18+) My NYSC experience with a Fulani girl

Story   10:36:00 AM

A story written by Circleofwilis

I'm a corper serving at a hospital in Adamawa. I am not a doctor but I have little experience in medical practice because of my prior training as a CHEW( Community Health Worker) before I became a medical lab scientist…
Its a known problem that some medical workers are not efficient all over the country. It's even worse in the hospital I work. Sometimes I do help the doctors see patients with minor ailments in the consulting room.

I see all age range which cuts cross across males and females. I work Monday-Friday but my Mondays are usually hectic because they are the days when you get to shout and talk more. It's so difficult controlling crowd on such days.

I was in the consulting room one fateful Monday when this lady came in without knocking just to inform me that her mum was coughing!
‘For heavens sake so many people are coughing. How is this cough an emergency? Get out!’ I shouted, without looking up.
The next thing I heard was a sniff
‘Doctor my mum is coughing out blood’ she said, then I looked up and saw a tall, fair Fulani girl wearing a hijab.
This is where the story begins!

Nafisa was her name. It's difficult to describe in words how beautiful she is. It was when I took my eyes off the paper work that I agreed with the people who said Adamawa was the land of beauty.
She was a 19 year old girl who has spent the majority if not all of her life at home under strict supervision in accordance with religious Fulani practice of purdah. Nafisa is only allowed to hospital and relative houses during ceremonies. She only had a primary school education. She speaks Hausa fluently with a little of English.

The way I left the consulting room to see the mother was as if the girl commanded me to. I rushed outside to her mum coughing, blood splattered on the floor. I then left immediately to inform the medical doctors about her condition because was beyond me as a lab scientist.
Her mother was admitted into the hospital for treatment and further evaluation.


They stayed in the hospital for 8 days, 8 remarkable days of my my life.

I did all I could to ensure the mother was attended to. I provided all the necessary test needed for her. I even helped secure blood for transfusion. All these I did under Nafisa’s spell.

Some days in, Nafisa was cleaning up the dried blood stains on the mother’s body when I entered. I noticed she was finding it difficult lifting her mother to a sitting position. I then offered to help. She was standing in a tight corner between the bed and the wall, so I moved to enter the narrow space she created fr me between herself and the bed. I tried to squeeze myself in without making contact because I felt the blood could be a transmitted infection. There and then my elbow brushed something that felt so soft. My arm stood there for seconds. I felt the current down my groin, my J0ystick responded and the whole hair on my body stood erect. I was sure I had goose pimples. Nafisa shouted ‘ahuzubilahi’, that was when got back to my senses. I apologized and went on with helping her mum sit. I took my blood samples, in the process I initiated a conversation using the little Hausa I know. I asked what her name was and the name of her elder sister who was doing the running around in the hospital. With a shy face she told me her name, Nafisa and her sister's Ummi. She could not look at me in the face all through this conversation, but she kept on laughing and making jest of my Hausa.

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I left the ward imagining Nafisa without her hijab. As I was headed to the lab buried in my fantasies I heard a faint sweet voice calling me ‘dokta’ dokta’, I turned and saw Nafisa walking towards me.
I had no plan on how to go on with the mission of getting her to myself but d gods of mazi-omenuko were with me. I tried to converse with her but she was in a haste may be because she didn’t want to be seen talking to a man. She informed me her elder sister would be sleeping over so she collected my phone number without giving me hers. She then walked away.

I stayed in the corpers' lodge within the hospital. I was about taking my bath around 9 PM when my phone rang. Whenever I tried picking up, the call drops dead. This kept happening for over 20 minutes. I got pissed. With irritation I called the number. The person picked and said ‘salama lekum’. It was a lady’s voice.
‘Who is on the line?’ I asked.
She answered, ‘Nafisa ne'
'are u within the hospital?', she asked.
I said yes. She said missed her bike because of the curfew and she would have to spend the night in the hospital.
One problem was that only a loved one was allowed to stay with a patient. Unfortunately, her sister had taken the one slot available.

Naso I hit jackpot oo.

The main tori dey come soon oo..

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The True Story Of One Of Nigeria’s Most Notorious Armed Robbers, Lawrence Anini

The True Story Of One Of Nigeria’s Most Notorious Armed Robbers, Lawrence Anini

stories   5:38:00 AM

Nigeria has recorded two types of armed robbers: Lawrence Nomanyagbon Anini and others. No armed robber has ever held the entire country on ransom as Anini. In fact, his reign was so bloody that he was even discussed at the State Security Council meeting. He held the old Bendel State captive in the 1980s. Bendel is now known as Edo and Delta State. His main area of operation was Benin City to be precise. His early life Anini was born in a village about 20 miles from Benin City in present-day Edo State.He was dreadfully called ‘
The Law’ or ‘Ovbigbo’. An only son of his Evbueisi-born mother, he had two sisters. His father died when he was still a young boy. Anini was brought to Benin where he was admitted at the Oza Primary School but from a young age, he started manifesting the signs of truancy. He struggled to finish his primary school then entered the Igiedumu Secondary School. He did not spend more than three years when he dropped out of school, preferring to be an apprentice at a local mechanic workshop.
That was around 1976. He started work as a lorry driver (some say taxi driver) after his master fired him and slowly transformed into a leader of the local motor parks, controlling and commanding touts. Following the sudden overthrow of the politicians in the early 1980s and banning of politics in 1984 by the Buhari regime the highly-skilled driver (now of of criminal gangs and godfathers) discovered that armed robbery was far more lucrative and decided to form his own deadly gang which included, Monday Osunbor, Friday Ofege, Henry Ekponwan, Eweka and Alhaji zed zed or Zegezege who was never captured.They started out as car hijackers, bus robbers and bank thieves. He sealed a pact with corrupt police officers and ruled with reckless abandon. The complicity of the police is believed to have triggered Anini’s reign of terror in 1986.Highway robberies, car js, bank raids, Anini was a specialist in all aspects of pilfering with the gun. Gradually, he extended his criminal acts to other towns and cities far north and east of Benin. In early 1986, two members of his gang were tried and prosecuted against an earlier under-the-table ‘agreement’ with the police to destroy evidence against the gang members.
The incident, and Anini’s view of police betrayal, is believed to have spurred retaliatory actions by Anini. In August, 1986, a fatal bank robbery linked to Anini was reported in which a police officer and others were killed. That same month, two officers on duty were shot at a barricade while trying to stop Anini’s car. During a span of three months, he was known to have killed nine police officers. In an operation in August of 1986, the Anini team struck at First Bank, Sabongida-Ora, where they carted away N2, 000. But although the amount stolen was seen as chicken feed, they left the scene with a trail of blood. Many persons were killed. On September 6, same year, the Anini gang snatched a Peugeot 504 car from Albert Otoe, the driver of an Assistant Inspector General of Police, Christopher Omeben. In snatching the car, they killed the driver and went to hide his corpse somewhere. Three months later, the skeleton of the driver was spotted 16 kilometers away from Benin, along the Benin-Agbor highway. A day after this attack, Anini, operating in a Passat car believed to have been stolen, also effected the snatching of another Peugeot 504 car near the former FEDECO office, in Benin.
Two days after, the Anini men killed two policemen in Orhiowon Local Government Area of the state. Still in that month, three different robbery attacks, all pointing to Anini’s involvement, took place. A day after the operation, Anini, visited a village near Benin and threw wads of naira notes on the ground for free pick by market men and women. Between August and December 1986, he led a four-month reign of terror. He also reportedly wrote numerous letters to media houses using political tones of Robin Hood-like words, to describe his criminal acts. The search for Anini.
The then military President, General Ibrahim Babangida, saw the nation’s fear for the daredevil and ordered a massive manhunt for the kingpin and his fellow robbers. The police thus went after them, combing every part of Bendel State where they were reportedly operating and living However, the more they were hunted, the more intensified their activities became. Some of the locals in the area even began to tell stories of their invincibility and for a while, it felt like they were never going to be caught. At the conclusion of a meeting of the Armed Forces Ruling Council in October 1986, General Babangida turned to the Inspector-General of Police, Etim Inyang, and asked, ‘My friend, where is Anini?’
At about this time, Nigerian newspapers and journals were also publishing various reports and editorials on the ‘Anini Challenge’, the ‘Anini Saga’, the ‘Anini Factor’, ‘Lawrence Anini – the Man, the Myth’, ‘Anini, Jack the Ripper’, and ‘Lawrence Anini: A Robin Hood in Bendel’. The Guardian asked, emphatically, in one of its reports: ‘Will they ever find Anini, “The Law”?’ His arrest
The Anini terrror finally came to an end thanks to the courage of Superintendent of Police, Kayode Uanreroro. On December 3, 1986, Uanreroro caught Anini at No 26, Oyemwosa Street, opposite Iguodala Primary School, Benin City, in company with six women. Acting on a tip-off from the locals, the policeman went straight to the house where Anini was hiding and apprehended him with very little resistance. Uanreroro led a crack 10-man team to the house, knocked on the door of the room, and Anini himself, clad in underpants, opened the door.
“Where is Anini?”, the police officer quickly enquired. Dazed as he was caught off guard and having no escape route, Anini all the same tried to be smart. “Oh, Anini is under the bed in the inner room”. As he said it, he made some moves to walk past Uanreroro and his team. In the process, he shoved and head-butted the police officer but it was an exercise in futility. Uanreroro promptly reached for his gun, stepped hard on Anini’s right toes and shot at his left ankle. Anini surged forward but the policemen took hold of him and put him in a sitting position. They then pumped more bullets into his shot leg and almost severed the ankle from his entire leg. Already, anguished by the excruciating pains, the policemen asked him, “Are you Anini?” And he replied, “My brother, I won’t deceive you; I won’t tell you lie, I’m Anini.” While in the police net, Anini who had poor command of English and could only communicate in pidgin, made a wh* lot of revelations. He disclosed, for instance that Osunbor, who had been arrested earlier, was his deputy, saying that Osunbor actually shot and wounded the former police boss of the state, Akagbosu.
The daredevil robbers also revealed that some policemen assisted them in the criminal operations in Bendel State and the entire country. Anini particularly revealed that George Iyamu, who was the most senior police officer shielding the robbers, would reveal police secrets to them and then, give them logistic supports such as arms, to carry out robbery operations. Because of the numerous gunshots, Anini had one of his legs amputated in a military hospital. When his hideout was searched, police recovered assorted charms, including the one he usually wore around his waist during “operations”. All charms were disposed after his arrest.
His execution Due to amputation of his leg, Anini was confined to a wheelchair throughout his trial. He was sentenced to death by Justice James Omo-Agege and executed on March 29, 1987.

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Full Story of The Notorious Armed Robber, Shina Rambo [MUST READ]

Full Story of The Notorious Armed Robber, Shina Rambo [MUST READ]

stories   10:39:00 PM

Shina Rambo (born c. 1963) is a former bandit who terrorised South-West Nigeria in the 1990s. After serving jail-time for his crimes, he was converted by an evangelist and became a Christian evangelical pastor. Shina Rambo now Mathew Oluwanifemi was a
name that sent shivers down the spine of people who lived in the South West of Nigeria and even outside Nigeria, like Benin Republic and neighborhood, in the
1990s.
He was a hardened criminal, a terror and killer, one whom men of the security agencies will never forget in a haste.

A man mountain, towering about 6 ft 5inch, well built, dark skinned and sweltering eyes, he carried out his operations, like a movie, in the broad day light, with
sophisticated weapons, and bullet belts and explosives strapped roundabout him.
He specialized in robbing exotic cars on highways and banks. Nothing could stop him, not even security operatives, he was totally invincible. He was Shina
Rambo!



He was born in the year 1958 to a military man who was a bad egg in the service. His father was from Abeokuta in Ogun state, but his mother was a native of Sabongida–Ora in Edo state.

His father had over 18 wives, as was the norm for soldiers to impregnate virtually every woman they met where they were posted to.His father used his military influence to rob innocent citizens, and always brought huge amount of money home.
This used to entice little Shina. He recalls, “I remembered when I was about 7 years old, my father came home with a lot of money, foreign currencies, with blood on it, and they were using something like a woman’s scarf to wipe it, then I asked him, is this an animal’s blood, or human blood? But he wouldn’t answer me, they were just drinking, smoking, and
merry making.

”Shina was already indoctrinated into the underworld by his father at a tender age of 7 without him knowing it, as he would sit in front of his son, to dismantle and assemble all sorts of weapons and then polishing them in preparation for an operation.
This went on for so long till one day, little Shina, entered into his father’s room while he had stepped into the toilet, and saw a dismembered gun on the
floor.

He sat down in front of it, and bit by bit, he had assembled it effortlessly in no time at all. His father came out of the toilet, and saw his son, with a loaded gun in his hands. Shina flashed back and said, “That day my father was so disappointed, that he wanted to
kill me, he grabbed the gun from my hand and shot straight at me, but I miraculously escaped out of the room.

Then he waited for me to be less alert at night he came to my room with a machete and tried to behead me, but once again, I escaped, but the machete caught my left leg. (rolled up his trouser to show us the large scar, that made everyone sighed in
pity). It cut me so deep I thought I was never going to walk again. That day I knew I had graduated, all that was left was to pull the trigger, and I was so eager. Shina Rambo became so notorious in no time, and was hell bent on succeeding in his career as an armed robber,
that he went through any length to secure spiritual powers for fortification. To the extent of pounding over 27 live new born babies in the mortar with a pestle, cutting off about
100 human tongues and cooking them to eat, visiting the spiritual river called river of life in Ogoja, Cross Rivers State, living in an Iroko tree for days, and
sleéping in the cemetery.
He was given a spiritual wife who always followed him for any operation, she dressed like an Alhaja, people thought she was human, but she was a spirit, that was why they never saw her face. He said she was his personal driver, that she could drive from Nigeria to Cotonou, in the speed of light.

Hear him. ”I was involved in so many rituals, that I can’t start naming them now, I was so powerful, I went underground, inside trees that looked like a city, a lot of beautiful houses inside the tree, I had my own too, I went into a river called River of life in
Ogoja, where a lot of politicians and wealthy men used to come, I had several personalities, I could change my form whenever I wanted to, that’s why the police were busy killing innocent people, and thought they were killing Shina Rambo.
The 9 herbalists that gave me that power, I became stronger than them, one day I went to their shrines, and killed all of them, so that they don’t reveal my secrets. I had too many powers; my spiritual wife could drive any car in this world or out of it, no police
vehicle, or anyone for that matter, could ever chase and catch me during an operation.
She was out of this world, and when she had completed her operation, they took her away from me.

I could give anything to get powers, and the elders knew, so they also gave me anything I wanted. I once beheaded hundred men, and gave them the heads fresh, they were so happy with me that they made me invincible.
No matter the kind of bullet you shot at me, it was just like pure water on my body. I could give anything to get power, but of all the things I did to get power, the one that still breaks my heart the most, is sléeping with my mother. My father is dead now, but
my mother is still alive, and she lives with me she is 85 years old, whenever I set my eyes on her, I just start crying.
I can`t bear it. Shina Rambo was a raging terror, he was infallibly dangerous, the police dreaded him, both in Nigeria, and Benin Republic, his place of
interest for business.
He would go to police stations, in broad daylight and kill every policeman there, drive to check points and open fire on every policeman on duty, he didn’t like the police at all, and was never afraid of them, he operated in broad day light armed to the teeth
looking like Johny Rambo, in the popular Sylvester Stalone movie, “First Blood”.
He once robbed 40 exotic cars in one day and drove all of them in a convoy, from Lagos to Cotonou, unstopped. He was powerful; he was wealthy, and impenetrable. He was a tin god, apparently belched from the very arroyo hell, we all dreaded him.



He had a wife and three children, but he lost all of them in one day during a bloody police raid whilst he was away on operation.
His wife was his stabilizing factor his life changed afterwards. He says “my wife was everything to me, I was forbidden by the elders to sléep with any other woman apart from her, I could gather about 50 women around me in a hotel, and they will just be
playing with me, we would smoke, drink, and sniff cocaine, I will give them money but I will never sleép with them. I will go back home to my wife and sleép with her. That was why the police never caught me. She knew my job, she knew what I was, I never left them alone at night, I operated in the day time and go back home to my family at night.
I had everything, I was very wealthy, I once spent 50 million naira in a day. I did it a lot, there was one day that we were coming from an operation and it seemed as if my powers were going to fail me, the police and the army were almost closing in on us, so we had to drive into a crowd and threw millions of naira in the air, there was commotion, everybody
was busy picking naira notes even the police, until we escaped.
I was too rich, but anything the devil gives you never lasts, he will collect more from you, it’s only the devil that will give you Fila, (cap) and ask for Iro and Buba. (wrapper and top). I lost everything, all the money, my family; I was so powerful the police couldn’t catch
me but I lost it all.I had to surrender myself to the police, and I was arrested and jailed for 11 years.

When I was serving my jail term in Agodi prisons, Ibadan, Prophet T.O Obadare came visiting, and having been encouraged several times by the Christian brothers and sisters in the prison to give my life to Christ, he prayed for me and converted me, and changed my name to Oluwanifemi, and it was so miraculous, the next day I woke up and started
speaking in tongues. It was during the time of President Olusegun Obasanjo, that we were granted freedom.

Source: en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shina_Rambo

UNILAG Girls in Moremi Hall Are Prostitutes and Thieves- Twitter user

UNILAG Girls in Moremi Hall Are Prostitutes and Thieves- Twitter user

Story   4:41:00 PM

This guy on twitter shared his shocking encounter with a UNILAG babe, how she stole his cash and he took her to his house and got his “compensation” with hot bedroom things. Nawao!

Read what happened between him and the babe below…

From here, scroll down and read the tweets from top to bottom:

STORY: Badass Chick vs The Player (NOVEL)

STORY: Badass Chick vs The Player (NOVEL)

Story   3:06:00 PM

Hey there! This is my first published book ever which is available on Amazon and Smashwords. Whoops! So you can guess I'm pretty happy about it. I am letting go of Chapter One exclusively to my blog readers and app users so you have a sneak peek into what this 24 Chapter book contains. Please do add a review at the end of reading this. Thanks y'all.

 

INTRODUCTION

This is Alexis' fifth high school, and they've made it so very clear this time - it's her last chance. But how can she be good when she accidentally gets herself into a stupid bet involving the HOT jerk (Max), and has to make him fall for her?

                                                Chapter 1

“Oh my GAWD! Does that girl not know anything about fashion?” Cheerleader-lookalike yelled, staring at me across the lanes. She was in some shiny Porshe. Whatever, her car had nothing on my yellow Ferrari in the garage at home. It wasn’t my fault I’d been banned from driving it, as part of my punishment for getting kicked out of that last school, and was stuck with a lame Smart car.
  “I’m totally ashamed to be seen on the same road as her,” said the Blond in the passenger seat, drawing on eyeliner, so much she looked like a really bad blond Emo kid.
 When the lights turned green, Cheerleader slammed on the gas, and Blonde shoved her eyeliner into her eye. Inside, I was cracking up. Outside, I was cool and calm. But I couldn't resist flipping them off as I drove away. Come on, they totally dissed me!
I flicked my hair as I went down the road. God, girls like that were annoying. Though I kind of had to admit, I kept staring in the car mirror too, shocked. What the hell was this? I’d tied my hair into the two bunches and put on the big geeky glasses my Dad had bought me and now I looked like a nerd.   Awesome!
 The frame hid too much of my face and magnified my eyes, making me look like some creepy owl thing. But I drew the line when he showed me the fake braces that could be stuck to your teeth. I mean, come on.
  Okay, I was depressed about my new nerd look, but didn’t do anything about it. This was what my parents wanted, right? For me to keep my head down, and not get into any trouble? Well, this would totally do it. I was a geek. I’d semi-compromised by putting on some lip gloss and straightening my fringe, but it didn’t help. I just looked like a stupid wannabe.
 God, why did I have to go through this again? My parents suck.
Well, whatever. I was late for my first day at my new school. I’d picked out the most 'boringest' hoodies in the world – plain black that matched my new school shoes. I sped through a couple of stop signs, and went past the speed limit a LITTLE. (I mean, come on – 20mph? That is so stupid. So what if I pushed it to 50?) It meant I was at school in about ten minutes.
And then I saw the school for the first time.
I mean, I’ve seen the pictures, but now I actually see this place, it’s kind of shocking. Well, Photoshop is amazing. This school was typical public school; totally old. This is where I was meant to stay until graduation?
   Those losers (a.k.a. my parents) must have been kidding about this. The gates were ugly, the school fields were uncut and wild, and the buildings were crumbling. Oh God, they weren’t serious, right? I can’t live like this!
    Absentmindedly walking on, I got out my phone, ignoring the people that passed me. I was about to call my parents and demand they change my school, when I saw something that made me pause and gape. N0, three things.
 Oh my GOD!
    I must have died and ended up in the pages of an Abercrombie and Fitch catalogue.
       The HOTTEST guys in the world.
  There were three of them, all tall statuesque examples of the fine male physique. I don't think I’ve seen talent like that even in my old schools; and keep in mind that my old schools were all private academies where all the students had access to plastic surgery. This can’t be right…
   They were all well-built, tall and damn sexy.
I stared at them, and for a second, the one with green eyes glanced at me. Then he looked away, as if I were significant. I hate this reaction with my whole new look. It’s totally depressing.
  “Who are they?” I asked some random brunette girl next to me, who’d also paused to stare.
  “The hottest guys on the football team,” she said, her eyes not leaving the guys that crossed the school yard. Her mouth was wide open as well, and she looked like she was going to drool. I totally understand. I wanted to as well.
   “Max, Tom, and Carter. They’re playing the match next week.”
I snapped my phone shut. I’d changed my mind. I was staying in this school.
  “Hi,” I said, grinning at the semi-drooling girl. “My name’s Alexis. What’s yours?”
 “Olivia,” she replied, smiling back at me. “You the Alexis that’s new in my class?”
 “Yeah,” I said, smiling. “That’s me.”

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An hour or a billion later, we were in Biology. School is barely any different in private or public schools. They are both incredibly boring. I was sad to learn that during my month-long suspension, everyone in the Universe had not forgotten everything to do Science. Damn it. Just my luck.
  Thank God Olivia, or “Ollie” as I like to call her, was in mainly all my classes. I’d assessed her. She was sweet but, she had a puppy doll brown eyes with caramel hair, and a cute face. Her fashion sense left a little to be desired  from what I could tell with her outfit  but she would do as my New Best Friend. Well, here.
  “So tell me more about the three guys we saw at the school gate.” I had to know more about them; after all, I was basically here for them.
  “They’re like, the best football players in the country. And the hottest. They can’t walk through a mall without a model scout walking up to them.
“Okay, Tom. His Dad’s the guy who produces a lot of movies. He’s the one with the brunette hair, and blue eyes. You can crush on the other two, but he’s mine okay?”
I nodded, and she relaxed from her “possessive” pose.
  “Carter is the one with the brunette hair and brown eyes. He’s amazing at all sports; you know, tennis, swimming, soccer, you name it, he can do it. He’s on every single team for everything, but he’s just taken a natural liking to football.”
  “And who’s the last one?”
  “Max. He was the tallest one, with the blond hair and green. He’s like, the biggest player in the whole school. He goes through girlfriends really fast, because no one’s good enough for him, apparently.”
  We were busy finding the life-long sister in each other when the bell rang. I grabbed my notepad and a folder from my new (cramped and stupid) locker, and it was History. I was fitting in nicely and I could see what Dad meant about the whole “hiding my face” thing because I wasn’t getting the looks I got from everyone normally, apart from the expected “God, that girl’s a nerd” looks that I got, but weren’t really used to. I checked my timetable. I was in…H6. History room 6. Inventive.
  I kept my head and slid into the classroom, a couple minutes late. In my old school that would have earned a detention. However, in this school, no one even noticed. I slid down onto the only free chair (actually that’s not true, there was also another chair, but it was next to some girl with a bad perm and braces. I can’t really talk now, but you know…), and I turned around to look at my desk partner…
  And I froze.
It was one of the A&F gods. He didn’t realize I was there, and just sat staring into the space, with a gazed look I recognized; you know, when you’re pretending to pay attention to teacher when your actually drifting off into unconsciousness. I know because that’s the only look I have in lessons.
It was more than that though. I’d let myself smoosh up so close to his hard muscles, I could hear it – there was Eminem playing from somewhere…
  Oh my God. He had headphones in.
They were nothing more than little black buds in his ears, without the wires (maybe…wireless?) and were perfectly discreet. I must get me one of those. In the meantime… I reached over and plucked an ear-bud from his ear, wiped it (did no one else see that new report on headphones and earwax?), and placed it in mine. The familiar sound of Eminem yelling made me smile as I turned back to the teacher, who was still rambling on about enzymes. (I don’t even know how to spell the word.)
  “Hey.”
I turned slowly towards him, and gave him my best sexy smile (okay, main reason I stole his ear-bud; conversational starter), the smile that had gotten me every single straight guy in my old school.
  “Yeah?” I asked, twisting a couple strands of hair in my fingers.
  “Give it back,” he whispered, learning in close to me, and my vision swam. I wasn’t getting enough oxygen. His breath on my neck raised goosebumps, and I semi-shivered. This guy was so easy to manipulate.
 “Why should I?” I whispered back. Our heads were way too close now, and we were in front of the whole class, not to mention a very boring (male or female? I don't know) teacher. But what would have happened if they weren’t there? I would have probably leapt on him and ripped his clothes right off. With my teeth.
  “You’ll regret it if you don’t, Geek,” he murmured, a small smirk forming on his lips, and my heart leapt. His green eyes were so…piercing.
  “How so?” I asked, smirking back at him, feigning innocence. Even with this nerdy hair and glasses, I still had my charm. The Skills of Flirting made up more of my IQ than Science, English and Math put together. I drew his on with my eyes to eyes that were so magnified by my new geek glasses. They were helpful, after all.
  “I will…”
Before I could hear the rest of that sentence, the teacher interrupted us.
  “Since Max and the new girl seem so close,” the woman/man teacher said frostily.
   “Perhaps they should partner with each other for the History Project. I’m sure everyone will be interested in what they can produce.”
 Our gazes snapped back to each other, and I quickly turned away. The whole class was laughing, saying stuff like, “Max with the Nerd!” and “God, Max has the worst luck”. Immature Bastards. I was on a completely separate level from them.
  Keep your head down, Alexis. This is what you did wrong in your last school. Ignore it.
But it’s so damn hard.
 “Yes,” I said, my voice quiet.
  “I will partner with him.”
He raised an eyebrow at my new, quiet voice, but said nothing. He had no objections too, apparently.
After class, I was leaving when Max grabbed my hand and dragged me to some unused classroom. He pinned me to the wall, his arms on the side of my head. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to which I didn’t. There’s nothing like good, toned, muscled guy pressed up against you.
  “Geek,” he said, smirking.
  “You’re mine from now on.”
I was semi-surprised.
  “What?!” I asked, gaping.
Then he leaned down to kiss me, pressing me hard against the locker. He was good, to say the least – his lips made my whole body tingle, and electricity passed through our bodies like a real current. He made my heart thud against my chest, and for a second, the whole world stopped.
  When our lips parted, I was smiling. His guy thinks he’s so good, that he’s such a player. And he was the biggest player in the school. Until me.
  “You understand?” he asked, grinning cockily.

 “I own you. You. Are. Mine.”

“What do you like about me?” I said, tilting my head as I looked at him.

“I think you’re interesting.”
I semi-smiled again.

“Interesting is an understatement,” I said, silencing his lips with mine, and I knew I was much better than him. After all, I was much more experienced than him.
I left him, standing in the dark classroom, shocked.
He was the biggest player........until me.

 Bad Girl – 1, The Player – 0

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Diary Of an OAU Runs Girl --- (Episode 3)

Diary Of an OAU Runs Girl --- (Episode 3)

stories   7:21:00 PM

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Evening came, I went back to Parakin Estate to see Otunba and Chief Alimi. I spent the rest of the weekend with them. Another lady was invited too. When I was going on Monday morning, Chief Alimi rewarded me with N50k. Otunba gave me N2k for my transport fare. When I got home, I took my bath and off to school. When I came back from school, I gathered the money I made from my runz the past weekend, I went to Aserifa to look for a new house. I want to leave Mayfair. Money don come. I found a very cool place in Aserifa. The house is cool and good. I paid that day and moved in before the end of the week. I left Mayfair because I don’t want many people to discover what I was into. Mayfair is much of a student area and, many students might discover am into runz, so that was why I left there sharp sharp. This my new place was where I got to know Amanda. Amanda is a friend to my next door neighbor. She often visits and spends time with her. Amanda is a good talker, sometimes you may consider her mouth a “sugar mouth” because she’s a sweet talker and is able to influence people. Barely a month we got to know each other, it looked as if we had known each other for ages because of her sweet talk. Each time she’s around, she comes to knock at my door, if I am in, we talk and joke. This was where I introduced her into runz. We move together, sometimes I do take her along when visiting Otunba and Chief Alimi, and few times we had threesome with each men. Omo e dey sweet ooo. Sometimes  some of our rich aristos take us along with them to Abuja and Lagos. Otunba had once taken both of us to Petakwa (Port Harcort). I won’t forget that night easily. We had threesome, me, Otunba and Amanda, and that was my first time of having it. It was memorable while it all lasted.

All this adventures were so good until this, Chief Adie, a friend to Otunba. I first met him when Otunba took me to Lagos for his birthday. He introduced me to him as his girlfriend. Imagine Chief Adie bleeping me behind Otunba’s back. He requested my number when Otunba was not looking and, I graciously gave him. He began calling me often. When he came to Abeokuta for pressing matters, he invited to his hotel, I went and we massaged each other’s body very well. It was there he even told me that Otunba was aware that he’s bleeping me, it was even Otunba that told him to collect my number. You see all these old men, they are just bleeping us in turns anyhow. Dem no send, they take us as public toilets because we are not special to them. Their own is just to have sex with us, my own na money. He graciously rewarded me for the actions. That was how it began with me and Chief Adie till he invited me to Lagos to spend the weekend with him.

I finished from school early enough at about 3pm, it was Thursday. I got home, took my bath, arranged my clothes inside my small bag, off I went to Lagos. I got to Lagos around 7:30pm due to the go slow at Ibadan-Lagos express way. Before 20minutes, I don land hotel were Chief Adie they wait for me for the bar. He hugged me so had like a kid that has missed the mother for a long time. I sat down and started chatting. He ordered for champagne, suya, andre. Omo table come full. We come dey chop dey jollificate dey go. About 9:45pm, he said we won’t be spending the night at the hotel, but at his house in Ajah. We left the bar to his abode. We got to the house, a very beautiful place, a bungalow with good interior designs inside. We sat down on the chair and began to kiss. 2 hefty tall men with dark shades came in with a fine, tall slim girl. “don’t be scared, they are my boys” chief said to me. Of course why won’t I be scared, seeing those hefty creatures at night. I guess chief wanted a threesome that was why he requested them to go get another girl. My guess was right but the other girl is bi-sexual. I hate bi-sexual. How did I first know she might be into women too? We went upstairs with chief, by now I wasn’t afraid of threesome because I had done it couple of times. I took my shower and the other girl did the same before chief lastly took his. We retired to the bed and the action began. Chief undressed her leaving me to do mine. He smiled, I guess he is loving what he was seeing. He began tapping the pum-pum bom-bom of the girl as she laid on the bed with her back facing him. Me I no gree oo, e be like say this girl wan collect market from me dis one wey chief concentrate on her. This fit be bad market but I no go gree. Licking and sucking things, as I was handling chief’s rod with my mouth, the other girl tried to use her finger on me, she wanted to insert it into my veegee, I jumped out of the bed immediately, chief almost jump off too in fear of what was going on. I told him that I don’t want the other girl to finger or suck me and, am not a lesbian. Chief laughed, he said if that is why I jumped off as if there was a snake on the mattress. The other girl said there is nothing wrong in it, the thing makes threesome interesting. Since I started doing threesome, I don’t do lesbians or even allow them touch me. To me it’s disgusting. I returned to the bed, she never touched me, she only faced chief. But it was really fun because we enjoyed ourselves. Chief really satisfied us. For a man of 51 years, being so energetic and can handle two women at a go, Chief must have been a bad, ruff ryder when he was a youth. And I know say he go dey take alomo well.

We woke up in the morning the other day. Chief said he has some business transactions to do in Lekki. He prepared and left us but not after he asked his workers to get us food and some other things we might need to keep us company and afloat till he returns. It was fun with the other girl, we talked and got to know each other better. She said she was in LASU and studying Law. Hmm law keh, wetin this fine girl wey dey study this kind big course they find for runz business. I didn’t ask her ooo, after all mesef they into runs. Before we know wetin dey happen evening don come. Chief came back and took us out to a good suya joint in Victoria Island. After spoiling us which champagne, chicken suya and every eatables available at the joint, we went back home. We got home and the other girl started complaining of running stomach. Who no go complain, after eating all those things we ate. Thank God I don’t have a sensitive stomach so I didn’t complain about any running stomach. Chief asked some of his boys to get her drugs that will subside the running stomach. After taking the drugs, she laid on the chair in Chief’s room while me and chief began the magic. The other girl was just watching us while we were just doing it. She couldn’t hold herself, she joined us. Chief asked how she was feeling and she said she was feeling better. See as this girl just started gobbling chief’s balls. I have always heard that slim girls have high libido, with what am seeing with this chick, I think it’s the truth. After the action that night, we slept off. When I woke up the next morning, Saturday, I told chief I will love to go for shopping, na money I want. He gave me N50,000 for shopping. I don’t know what the other girl want but saw chief giving her some money. I took my bath and left both of them at the room and left to shop for some clothes. I went straight to Yaba. At least there are some boutiques one can find cheap clothes. It was unfortunate that I couldn’t finish on time. Trust us girls, we will first do window shopping before going to another cheaper shop to buy what we want. I came back to the house at about 3:14pm, the gate was just wide open, the gateman was not there. The whole house was just quiet when I walked In. I opened the house without the keys. I walked in and went straight upstairs. I shouted chief’s name and nobody answered, I called the other girl and no one answered me. “Maybe they have gone out,” I thought to myself. I entered the room and nobody was there. I dropped what I bought on the bed and turned my back, I saw blood dripping out of a big Ghana must go bag close to the T.V. I went there and met the shock of my life when I opened the sac. As I opened it, I saw broken bones, hands, legs, head and other parts of a human being. What gave me a cold feet adding to the fear I had that moment was when I looked at the body well, it was the head of the other girl with Chief. I believed the body parts are the body of the other girl. The body was still fresh from what I was seeing. I wanted to shout and scream but it seems something blocked my mouth from speaking and screaming. Immediately I picked my bag and ran out of the house. I didn’t bother to take the clothes I bought. I only took the bag I brought and moved out, still I couldn’t find anybody. I left the compound and straight to Oshodi, with the little money I had, I came back to Ife.

When I got home, the only thing I was thinking was “who sent me? How did I get to this level of my life.” How did the body of the other girl get into that bag? who killed her and why?. I think I was lucky if the person who killed the girl also had intentions of killing me too. But are you sure the security officials won’t be looking for the people residing in that house!. 

All that were what I was reminiscing, remembering before Amanda came in. I don’t even know how to explain what happened the past two days. I had wanted to take her along but changed my mind. As the girl dey talk about the show for OUI, I no send again oooo, I no dey do runs again. Na school my papa send me, no be runs. I have learnt my lessons.

Ko Ko Ko......"who is that this early momo?". I was still half asleep when I opened the door to see uniformed men from the police. Gbege...Heart in my mouth.... That was how I was arrested o as an accomplice to the death of the LASU girl. They had caught Chief and he confessed, implicating me. I am here spending 7 years in jail.

<<<<The End>>>>....

Story written by Christian Ozor

Edited by Praiz 

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Diary Of an OAU Runs Girl --- (Episode 2)

Diary Of an OAU Runs Girl --- (Episode 2)

stories   6:50:00 PM

Incase you missed episode one Read it here

After the academic session exams, we went on break. During the break, I and Lola communicated  often. She travelled to Abuja to stay with James. She asked me to come with her but I refused. What and how will I explain to my parents that am going to Abuja to do!?Runz na for school, dis one na house. Later Lola told me she won’t be coming back to OAU. She told me that James said he will be taking her abroad and they won’t be coming back till 2 years time. Na so James like this girl! Only if he knew Lola is into runz. Unless she has changed because she has a high sex urge.

        We resumed in October. Na me go be the only OAU student for my house. Barely 3 days after we resumed, I don already dey miss Lola. Hours before she travelled to Cyprus, she called me that she was about to board the plane. She was so excited. I come dey envy her, but I can’t just abandon my school just for that kind of journey. I don’t know how their (Lola and James) arrangement is but I wished them well. After that call, that was the last time I heard from Lola again. I have to devise a means of getting more money. Girls, we too like money. I like OAU guys, infact there are some few wey I dey eye but dem no get money. OAU guys are so broke. The only thing they know is to buy clothes, dress well without money in their pockets. Them go suck you dry, eat your food without giving you anything. But there are some nice rich guys who are into runz girls, yes. Most OAU rich guys with cars, they don’t maintain one babe so what do you expect chick like me to do. If I have one of them, I go still find someone to complement am.

This Friday night, I dressed up at about 10:30. This time, some big boys go don dey come out for Cameron Hotel, the biggest in Ife. When I got to the side of the hotel, girls don already line up. This was my first time of going there on my own just to get one guy to bleep hard. I was shy at first, I have to stay a little far from the bunch of girls there. Omo see cars coming to pick girls. I just want to be careful. I have heard some incidence of girls been used for rituals, I don’t want my case to be like that. Even if I want to enter any car, I will be careful of any car or person I will be with. I no want make them go cut my throat or breast take do rituals. “Hayce how far” a voice behind me said. I turned to see who was that. “How much for one night” he said. I looked at the person speaking. He was really talking to me. Looking at him, he should be in his late teens, maybe 18 or 19 years. Trust us OAU girls, we can form, even when we are looking for something, when they are giving it to us; we go dey form on top of am as if we no need the thing. I ignored him. The small boy began to abuse me, “oshiii, ashawo, idiot, ugly girl, is it because I spoke to you” he said, “you no fine sef” he said again. See me see wahala ooo, shey na by force say I go do you. I didn’t speak a word till he left. He wants to do his elder sister. His plan no work, make he go meet him mate. I decided to move a little closer to were other girls were because if I stay afar, I may go back empty handed without any man speaking to me. As I was moving closer, a guy approached me, he said he wanted to talk to me and I said “okay”. We went to one corner. “How much for a night” he asked, “N7k,” I replied. He looked at me as if am still a learner. Maybe I am . “Habaaaa is too much nah”. I kept quiet, I didn’t say anything. He was looking at me to reply but I didn’t. “Collect N1k,” he said. 

What !! me collect N1k, weyre re oo. I told him I wasn’t taking it. “let’s have a quickie” he said. “okay” I replied, at least 15minutes quickie(short time) is better than  him giving N1k for a night. “But am giving you N200 oo” he said. what ! shey my case don worst that he is pricing me N2oo for a quickie. I can’t even give one minute for that amount. I was full of anger, it was all written on my face. I couldn’t alter a word again, I just left the place because I no wan break person head. I went back home. Maybe runz is not meant for me. Yes but my runz, I don’t plan to stand on the street, but for rich potbellied men to come pick me but this one is not happening, OAU big boys no wan notice me.

For 4 consecutive  Friday nights at Cameron Hotel road, nobody noticed me. Even the ones that do, they want to give me N150 for a quickie or N500 per night. Maybe na juju from my village they do me. If it were to be Lola, mehn, she for don get guys wey go give us N10k for a night. I don’t even know how she does it.

I changed plan immediately when I noticed that some OAU guys were coming to that runz zone to pick girls for night show. I don’t want them to see me. If them see me for there come still recognize me for school, dem go dey talk “see this ashi girl wey I straf,” I no want wahala. When I was still with Lola, she once took me to A-Groove. Seeing the girls there, one may think half of their girls are into ashi. Girls come yapa, infact na there sure pass Cameron because bankers, Politicians and Ife big boys come to pick girls. That is my plan, to switch to A-Groove.

This Friday night, I took my bath, wore my G-string sexy pant and a shot mini skirt with a fine sexy top. Bra no dey my agenda, I didn’t bother to wear bra. Any man wey go see my firm two oranges pointed out of that transparent top, seeing it alone dangling in the top, he will want to have his own fair share. I matched the dressing with koi-koi oleku shoe. I got to Ede road and took a bike to OUI roundabout. As I landed in front of the gate, chai see cars, chicks both fine and ugly. E get some people wey you go see, you may even wonder if na Baba God create them, them wo-wo gan. Big mouth, big teeth, big eye, big everything. Some girls I saw there, they look like okija juju. There is one small girl I saw, she was just dangling her butt as if it was going to fall out. The way the nyansh was moving while she walked looked like locomotive engine.

 “oya we-re we-re, let’s do something” one of the girls said.  I stayed at one corner watching as cars come in turns to pick girls. There are also places and stores where guys who don’t want to go home, one can just have a quickie there. The stores have been locked but people still use the veranda for a quick one. Mehn, OUI is very lucky to have this kind of things. How I wish OAU can just allow just half of it, chaii OAU guys go dey enjoy ooo and Apex Tutor go turn to condom dumping site. As I was staring at a guy and a girl having some nice time on one flat bench at a store closed to me, one car just drove towards me and stopped in front. Right side window glass wind down. I noticed there were two guys inside the car. The guy at the right hand side in front of the car, “hey babe what’s up” he said. I walked up to him. Na this kind thing I dey like, big boys with big cars. No be any how cars but better automobile machine. “So can we have you for the night” he said again. What ! what does he mean by “we”. That means they want threesome with me  or what! “can you pay” I asked, “yes if you can satisfy us” he said. “You mean both of you?” I replied, “off course nah” he said. I have never done threesome in my life before, whether two girls and a guy or even 2 guys and me. “No I can’t do 2 guys at once” I said to him, “ahh ahh, why nah, abi you be learner” he said. I told him I wasn’t a learner but am not interested in doing two guys, “you no serious and you no want money” he said and they drove away. If it were to be me and another girl with one guy, it would be adventurous for me because I have never done it before so it would be the first, but two guys, abeg make dem no tear my kpekus, I was scared. Barely 15 minutes, another car, jeep drove towards me. I think the jeep is an Infinity with tinted glass. It stopped at my front and a man came down and walked towards me. He greeted me and said his Oga inside the car would love to see me. With that kind of clean car, it won’t be wise for me not to see that his oga inside the car. I walked towards the car to the passengers section. Glass wind down, I gazed into the car to see the Oga. I saw two beer bellied men sipping bottles of champagne, each with chicken suya. One of them was wearing the hausa agbada while the other at the extreme was wearing Niger Delta Jonathan dress. “Young beautiful lady, how are you” the one wearing agbada said with a smiling face. I told him I was fine. “ Do you mind joining us for a night in my estate” he said, “no problem sir” I said. The driver opened the front door and I hopped in, the car moved a little and they picked up another girl and we left. We didn’t negotiate, no need for that. These guys na olowo so them go settle me wella.  We got to Parakin estate, and we entered one of the houses. Parakin estate is very beautiful. That was my first time of going there. The man in agbada took me to his room in the house while the other girl followed the other man. We went into the room, there was a big refrigerator, he brought out one big champagne, brought 2 glasses, poured for himself and for me. We began talking, he told me his name is Otunba Ajayi and he’s the owner of the estate. He asked me my name and I told him, but I didn’t tell him I was from OAU. I guess he assumed I was from OUI because he picked me up there. But why is he asking me all the question. It was unusual because so many men tend to disregard runz girls, they believe is just to chop and walk away. Maybe he wants to make me a special customer, well I don’t mind. He went into the bathroom, took his bath and came out. I went into the bath room to refresh before the magic starts. After the fresh bath, we jumped to the bed. Otunba began pressing my soft oranges. It surprised me that as old as he is, he does the pre-intimacy act very well. He sucked my oranges so well as if his life depended on it. He left that spot and moved down to my ######. After working on my body with his tongue, it’s time for me to do mine. I removed his boxers; whaaat !, what am I seeing! He is a vegetable man, his manliness is so small like that of a 5 year old boy. My face changed immediately I saw this. It can’t even be up to half of my index finger on erection. When I grabbed it, my hand swallowed the whole of his thing. Well, that one is left for him, after all he will give me my money. I massaged his body and thing, he was screaming for more. I think he has never seen anyone give it to him with that his small thing very well. After that, we began the main thing. I couldn’t even feel him inside me. As he pumps, his head was just dangling around his neck as if it will fall out. After 30 minutes of that weak sex session, we heard a knock on the door. I stood up wanting to go check who was that. Otunba  said I should leave it, that he thinks it’s his friend.  He went to the door and, indeed it was his friend. They stayed at the door talking, I don’t know what they were talking about. They were just whispering into each other’s ears. Otunba returned to the bed. He told me that his friend will like to have a fair share of me. Hmmmm, that means I should go to his friend’s room and, the other girl will be coming to his room. Switching things. I have no choice but to agree. Chief had earlier told me that his friend’s name is Chief Alimi. I went into Chief Alimi’s room while the other girl went to Otunba’s room. Immediately Chief Alimi saw me walking towards the bed, he smiled, “young lady, what is your name” he asked. I told him as I sat down on the bed. He told me the other girl is fire and has a high sex drive, “I hope you can do better than her” he asked. He asked if I can satisfy her better than the other girl, I go show this man, let him try me and confirm that Jesus is Lord with my bedmatic skills. If the other girl has a great sex drive and after those rounds, this man never die, that means chief is really strong. I pity the girl, how she’s going to cope with Otunba’s small thing with her high tempo sex drive. “Don’t worry chief, I can do better” I said. He’s testing me and I will show him, only if his thing is not small like that of Otunba. I jumped on him immediately. I hope he won’t cry or have broken ribs and aching body after this show. I took off the towel he was tying on his waist and saw a surprise. Hmmm, make devil punish Otunba and, the person wey do am that thing, make devil punish them. As handsome as Otunba, he get small thing while Chief Alimi that is very ugly is blessed with long, big manliness. Chief Alimi is so ugly that  you will think he was created on the day God was creating demons and mistakenly gave him the face of an ugly demon instead of human. Big head, long neck and very skinny. But he made up the ugliness by giving him a huge manliness. The extra flesh and fat he supposed to grow on his body, he didn’t, but rather everything came to his manliness. I hope he knows how to use it. The action began and, indeed he knows how to use his machine. We worked on ourselves for about 2 hours nonstop before we became exhausted and slept off. I woke up about 6:30am, chief was still sleeping. I took my bath, came out. I woke chief up and told him I want to leave. He said I should spend the weekend with them, I turned it down. I told him that I need to go back. He said “no problem.” He stretched his left hand to the table close to the bed and took the envelope on top of the table. He dipped his hands inside the big envelop and brought out some naira notes and gave to me. He didn’t even count it. I counted the money there and it was N26,000. Discovering the amount, I changed my mind over the decision of not wanting to spend the weekend with them. I asked for his mobile number and he graciously gave to me. I told chief I was going to come in the evening. He was happy about it. I believed he was satisfied with what and how I gave it to him. I left there in excitement and went home.

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