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She thought love had found her...
she thought it was going to last for ever..
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Men are very foolish. No wonder the creator made them the stronger sex because if women are physically stronger than men, then women would use men as their slaves. Well, not all women though, but women like me.

Men are like oranges, you just have to squeeze them before they give up their juice, although, there are some that are quite hard like grapes; and that’s where I apply my spiritual connection in order to get their juice.

I am eternally grateful to my mum who gave me not only her beauty but also taught me the necessary skills used in manipulating men. After my mum got impregnated and dumped by a man she loved, she swore to treat all men alike. And that’s why she transferred her hatred for men to me; and am loving it.

The rule is simple; use what you have to get what you want. I grew up in the big city so I only rolled with top class men. If I wanted to hook a designer; I would go to fashion shows. If I wanted to hook a contractor; I would go to contract awarding agencies. If I wanted an artist; I would go to organized shows and industry nights etc. and all I needed to do was to sit down with a bottle of champagne and they would start crawling to me; their doom.

My major source of income was Jacob who is a top executive in one oil mining firm and has all the money I could ever ask for. At first, he gave me all I wanted, but when I discovered how wealthy he was I used spiritual charms to lock heart to mine, making him willing to do anything I asked him; even if it meant him killing himself for me.
When I got bored of him, I ordered him to travel abroad and till date he still sends me money whenever I want.

Next was Jonas. Jacob was easy, but Chief Jonas wasn’t. when I went to lock him spiritually, after I had failed to lure him physically, my spiritualist told me that Chief Jonas belonged to a cult whose god was quite strong and that if I wanted to conquer him I would have to follow him to calabar where he would take me before the presence of the god of the god of Chief Jonas.

After we did that; I was told to get his sperm which was easy to get as I let him cum inside me and later collected his Fluid by standing on a container.

After a few more sacrifices I was able to subdue his god and I made sure I sucked his money dry. He later committed suicide.

But my latest encounter kind of frightened me because after I met Nzeogwu; a politician who I subdued with only my beauty I came in close contact with death. I met Nzeogwu in a night club and after he tasted me, he completely lusted after me. I didn’t need to use any charm because he completely lusted after me probably because of my beauty and charisma.

Nzeogwu was so engrossed in me that he totally....
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Forget about the packaging; nobody is perfect. We all have defects, yes, we all have wolves under our sheep clothing.

I had run out of provision so I went to the super-market to get some. As I picked up a tin of Ovaltine, I noticed that the lady at the counter was exchanging words with a female customer.
“Am sorry, but I have to check your bag; it’s our Policy”.
“What do you mean by that!? Are you trying to say that I stole from your silly super-market? What an insult” The customer replied.

I kept doing what I was doing but my attention was drawn to them again when the security man took the bag from the lady and brought out a Brazilian hair from the bag.
“Thief, thief… I know say you be thief. Thief…” the Lady on the counter screamed as it was obvious that she was bent on humiliating the lady. I walked towards them and noticed how beautiful the lady was and couldn’t help but speak
“Common, you don’t expect me to believe that such a pretty lady like this will come here just to steal. Maybe it mistakenly fell in there. How much is the Brazilian hair? Add it to my bill” that was how I saved Angela from humiliation.

I quickly took the lady out as the lady at the counter was trying to create a negative scene, so I put her in my car and we zoomed off.
“I don’t know how that thin entered into my bag. I think the lady selling at the counter played a trick on me”. She said as we left there. “It’s alright; at least we got you out of trouble”. I replied. “Thank you very much, am Angela” she said as we introduced our self.
As I looked at her, I instantly fell in love. Why would they even think that this damsel is a thief? “Am Chukwuma” I replied. That was the beginning of a friendship that became even more intimate as the weeks went by. The only thing on my mind now was to marry Angela. She is intelligent, industrious, kind and above all beautiful beyond comprehension.
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Believe it or not, when it comes to work I am very serious. Well, almost as serious as I am when am Being Intimate. I was among the 5 delegates sent to south Africa on a business trip and it was just a 3 day meeting so we had a return ticket for the third day.

On arriving in South Africa, I was very pleased, not just because it is a nice place to be, but also because they have very pretty girls and I swore to myself to have an adventure with them on this short visit.

Now the sad part is that we went with our bully-boss. My boss is a “she”, a no nonsense type for that matter. You know the wrestler big show? Yes that’s how big she is. I don’t want to use the word fat because if she reads this she might strangle me.

It was day 2 and we just finished with the conference so I went downstairs to chill at the bar. I ordered a bottle of Carlin black label and watched the South Africans party hard. It’s a mixed country of course, and in that bar, everybody just wants to have fun. I noticed a lonely lady at the extreme and after buying her a drink, she ended up Unclad in my hotel room. Let’s leave that story for another day.

I was shocked when by 2am in the morning my boss came knocking on my door putting on what I think she thought was sexy. “ehhmm Bonnyface…….are you through with the documents I gave you?” WTF? This crazy woman is asking me about office work by 2am in the morning in an unofficial tone! “No, yes ma….i will give it to you first thing in the morning”. But she had other plans and was practically forcing her way in when she saw the lady lying in my room Unclad. “make sure you bring those documents to my table first thing in the morning!” she said obviously angered at what she saw.

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They tied the blind folded thieves that were about to be executed. Then I was signaled to come and pray for them before the firing squad would execute them. I walked to the first man and said “in your final hour of life, I beg you my friend to accept God so that as you leave this temporal world, you would live eternally with the father in heaven”. He raised his head, looked at me, hissed and bowed his head. I prayed for him and moved to the second man.

After I finished praying for them, I moved aside, still not able to look then I heard 6 gun shots; 2 bullets for each man. I tried to hide the tears forming in my eyes but the memory kept flooding in. less than a year ago I was sentenced to death like these men. That I am alive today is because God has plans for me.

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As an orphan I had always been a street boy who lived the ghetto life to the fullest. I think it started one night when we snatched a woman’s bag and after sharing the money, kunle our leader took the blackberry phone and began to use. After a few weeks the woman was able to trace and apprehend Kunle. He started taking the police to our homes and hide out so most of us that were not caught fled the town and that was how I relocated to Ibadan.

I was used to the hard street life, so it was not hard for me to find and blend into another group only that these people were more hardened than my previous group. In my first robbery with them, I was given an axe and told to stay outside. After about 30 minutes, a man ran out of the building shouting “thief! Thief!” and I didn’t hesitate to land the weight of the axe on his head.
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They tied the blind folded thieves that were about to be executed. Then I was signaled to come and pray for them before the firing squad would execute them. I walked to the first man and said “in your final hour of life, I beg you my friend to accept God so that as you leave this temporal world, you would live eternally with the father in heaven”. He raised his head, looked at me, hissed and bowed his head. I prayed for him and moved to the second man.

After I finished praying for them, I moved aside, still not able to look then I heard 6 gun shots; 2 bullets for each man. I tried to hide the tears forming in my eyes but the memory kept flooding in. less than a year ago I was sentenced to death like these men. That I am alive today is because God has plans for me.

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As an orphan I had always been a street boy who lived the ghetto life to the fullest. I think it started one night when we snatched a woman’s bag and after sharing the money, kunle our leader took the blackberry phone and began to use. After a few weeks the woman was able to trace and apprehend Kunle. He started taking the police to our homes and hide out so most of us that were not caught fled the town and that was how I relocated to Ibadan.

I was used to the hard street life, so it was not hard for me to find and blend into another group only that these people were more hardened than my previous group. In my first robbery with them, I was given an axe and told to stay outside. After about 30 minutes, a man ran out of the building shouting “thief! Thief!” and I didn’t hesitate to land the weight of the axe on his head.

After the operation I was fully welcomed into the brotherhood as they were....
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I have never been lucky; rather I have always been a victim of misconception. Destiny played a trick on me and I don’t know how to fight it. Am sorry I can’t tell you my name cos’ am a wanted man and currently on the run and I don’t know if am doing the right thing by writing you as the police might re-launch their search for me after reading this because I am wanted for murder!.

I have never understood the concept of love, so it baffles me what people do all because of love. Stella was my best friend. We were so close that you would think we were lovers.

A few months back, Stella met a guy whose name is Collins and was very much in love with him. Because of him my relationship with my best friend; Stella suffered as she was always with him. I was surprised when she came to my house late one night, tears in her eyes, saying she broke up with Collins.

That was the first time I ever saw her crying and it hurt me. I held her close in my arms and comforted her, telling her not to cry. As I did that, one thing led to another and we began to kiss. I felt she was emotionally down so I tried to stop her but her will and strength was far greater than mine and we eventually made love that night and that marked the beginning of our relationship as I promised not to let any man hurt her again!.

Although I had always wanted to fall in love, I never knew it would be with Stella. The felling was beautiful.

May 30th was her birthday, so I took her clubbing. We were having a nice time until one guy came to our table and held Stella by the hand.
“So this is the guy you dumped me for right?” he said.
“Yes, and he is far better than you cheating scum”. Stella replied.
As I tried to contain my anger as they conversed, I discovered that the guy was Collins; he ex-boyfriend who made her cry into my arms that night.
“Now that’s enough, leave this table” I told him now standing up and ready for action. He gave me a bad boy smile and left immediately.
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Life has not always been like this. There was a time we had enough money even to build our own house; but due to inadequate plan for the future, and the restructuring of Harry’s work place which led to him now being jobless, life was now very terrible.

We were living on the little savings that Harry my husband had in his account and also from the help of our family members. Things took an ugly turn when early one morning, our landlord came demanding for his rent which was long overdue. “I have given you more than enough time! Nobody will let you live in his house for over 5months without payment. Just see as you dey suffer this fine woman ehn”. He said pointing at me. “If by the end of this week you don’t have my money, I will come with the local touts and evacuate you from here’ our Landlord concluded.

My husband didn’t utter a word as he was overwhelmed with shame. Harry is the shy type, but not when a few bottles of alcohol had gone down his throat. “Am going for the interview I told you about, use the money under the pillow to prepare something” Harry said.

I couldn’t take any more of this. When Harry had a job he made sure I got all I wanted and even more .Even is mother was tormenting me,calling me a barren woman, he stood by my side even till this moment. Now it’s my turn to help him, I won’t let him carry this cross alone.

Immediately he left, I went to my Landlords place as he had been disturbing me to sleep with him since we started owing him. He said if I allow him.....
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The first time I saw her, I thought she was a model. She’s; tall, quite bodied, elegant an hips like Minaj.no man born

of a woman will see her without taking a second sharp look at her again.

I had gone to withdraw money in a nearby ATM and discovered it wasn’t paying so as I made to leave when I felt a soft

flesh hold me by the arm, looked into my eyes like she was Nneka the pretty serpent and with a voice that sounded like a

sweet melody she said; “please I tried to withdraw and its ‘not paying, and I don’t have any money on me, could you drop

me off?” who can say no to a request from a damsel like this? If she had requested for my car keys I would have gladly

given it to her because I was feeling enchanted!

She wore a red jacket on a white bum shot and filled it in with a black and white Nike shoe; she was dressed to kill.

“ok, come in” I told her.

After I dropped her off, we exchanged contacts and within a week we had already met twice. The week that followed was

even great as she spent the weekend in my place. When my friend saw her, they went haywire. Some even asked if they

could have a piece of her, but I wasn’t willing to share.

But there is something that greatly bothers me about her. She receives dozens of calls even hour. At first, I acted as

though I did not care after all, the relationship was not that serious, but as we got closer and my feelings for her

multiplied, I could not help but show my anger after our last meeting, we didn’t see for over 2weeks, she didn’t call,

didn’t pick my calls and when she finally did; gave some clumsy excuse about going for an excursion.

I began to hate myself because I was going crazy about her. Less than a month.....
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The normal story you might be used to is the one where a female student cries out for help as she is been disturbed by her lecturer. LIES!! NEVER!! I mean never trust these girls, because they are all demons.

I am a PHD holder and lecture in two tertiary universities and the other is a part time job anyway. I am married with 6 kids and I love my wife.

In my dealings with students I never communicate directly with them as I use their course rep or class representative. Thus, I don’t encourage students to come to my office for any reason but these campus girls will never stop knocking on my door. Fat, slim, short, tall, dark, far…….all of them!

Am not a saint, so I won’t claim not to have had one or two dealings with a few of them, but the ones I did were the ones that were practically begging me to. There was a time a girl who looked so innocent and I could swear she was a virgin, came into my office, jammed the door, took off all her clothes within seconds and threatened to cause a scene if I didn’t sleep with her and give her an “A” in a course she didn’t write.

Another one was the case were......
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When I look at my life now, and the life I had imagined for myself, all I see is contrast. When I gained admission into the university
my target was to come out with nothing less than a first class degree.

Reality first set in when just 3 months after my first lecture in school we went on a one week warning strike which escalated to a full strike when we packed all our bags and went home as if we were on a break.

I told myself that I would use the strike period to read ahead so I bought all the books needed and started reading them at home. After sometime, as human as I am I started getting bored so I visited my friend Chris who lived across the street. The visit became frequent and we became very close pals.

At first I was reluctant, but I joined him in going to clubs which was not bad at the time but it escalated to smoking and visiting LovePeddler homes. After a few weeks of hanging out with him I called myself to order and went back to my books but like a magnet, I went back to the reckless and extravagant life style.

After months of living a reckless life the strike was finally called off so we went back to our different schools but the life I had lived during the strike had greatly influenced me so I continued it in school. Those that knew me before were very surprised at my extreme change of character.

I made new friends because the old ones were boring and only cared about reading and praying. As I enjoyed my new life; I became a happening guy in campus.

I no longer had time for my studies as I was busy clubbing, chasing skirts, smoking and anything that was contrary to normal societal norms.

Again, in my third year in school ASUU came again with another strike and I was happy to go home and hook up with Chris again. When I got home, I discovered that Chris had gotten worse than he was the last time we were together. He was now a.......
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10 years after his death, his memory was still fresh in my mind. I just finished attending to his grave and putting some

fresh flowers as it was exactly 10years since he was brutally murdered in broad day light by Cross and die. Chinemere my

step brother caught up with me in the cemetery. “You won it, but cross and die is back in town” he said still breathing

hard from running, and he was right, it was hard to believe that the man who murdered my brother was back in the same

town just after 10 years.

“I saw him coming back in a Nissan car about 20minutes ago” chinemerem continued. My eyes were red, my head racing and

the flood of tears came back afresh as I remembered how he murdered my only brother.

Some years ago Amanda was the most beautiful girl in our community. She was what you call a ripe fruit as every man

wanted her but she was in love with only one man….Gozie, my elder brother.

Cross felt humiliated. Every one feared him as he was well built and the type of man you don’t want to mess with. Ever

since he beat up Udenze, the strongest wrestler in our village and beyond, everybody prayed not to step on his toes.

Problem began when he proposed to Amanda and she bluntly turned him down. “I don’t like you, you are arrogant and

besides, I am in love with Dozie and intend marrying him’ Amanda told Cross not knowing how deep her words hurt him

One Sunday evening I was coming from the farm when I saw people gathered in our compound. Dozie lay on a mat receiving

treatment as he was brutally injured. They said Dozie had gone out with Amanda when Cross and his gang beat him up like this......
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I have never understood the concept of love. Even while growing up I always wondered how love felt. I used to watch the movies how people fought for love and I always

said a silent prayer for me to fall in love someday. I wish I never said that prayer.

Now that am grown and full of life, that wicked feeling called love found it's way into my heart. One would expect me to embrace it but Love only showed me its wicked side.

I fell in love with Kunle since my first year in school. Sometimes I don't know exactly why I love him. Maybe its because he ΐs very handsome and brilliant, or maybe

because he never gave a damn about me. I was shy to tell him how I felt; but I always gave him the signs yet he never took me seriously.

I never stopped loving him. Even during the break I would hide my number and ring his cell just so I could hear his masculine voice. In our third year, fate brought us

together when we both had a missing script and searched for it together. We became friends immediately and the pleasure was all mine.

We talked on phone frequently and I fell even more in love with him. But Kunle never looked at me with a loving eye. He only saw me as a "friend" and even as we got

closer he only told me that I was his "closest friend". So much thanks to love.....
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