This rather lenghty write up comes with a story which chronicles my rather interesting love life but before we delve into the story aspect of it I'd like to share my take on love with you......


We fall in love for different reasons, some are utterly absurd while some seem genuine enough, I might like your bosoms and that's a solid reason to trip and topple over for you, just yesterday I fell in love with a lady all coz she had great and rather massive bosoms, the way and manner in which she projected her footsteps were just out of this world, each stroke seemed precise and catlike which I adored and loved,my adoration led to love and we started dating, then I came to know that her bosoms weren't really her's and those well jutted footsteps I adored were made possible because of the stilettos she had on.

More than often we love for the wrong reasons, instead of seeking certain inherent qualities in a partner we constrain ourselves to cosmetic looks and streamlined bodies, a fact which am also guilty of.

I adore the few lot who do not give in to the looks and tools of the opposite sex, it's hard to draw a fine line between natural beauty which implies genuine and unmoderated look and edited looks, nowadays we all carry different faces that's not ours, we are shrouded in thick layers of colours which dials down our true essence, we are all frauds so to say.

I don't fall for looks that often but when I do I try to contain myself, right after the cat is out of the bag and she has no extra "make up" measures on that's when I'd go into a frayed frenzy and I'd be like "are you sure you are the same person have known all this while", if she affirms that she's the very same person then I'd tell her she's been cheating on me while calling it off right at the spot.

Its hard to fall in love with the right partner cz they seem rather elusive and constantly changing, padded butts, proded bosoms, cultured accents, steroid induced butts, these are just a few of what we contend with as guys.

Ladies should be wary of some pretty vile guys out there, when you say yes to a guy you should know you are putting yourself into a whole new emotional context, so before you reel out the words "i do" or "yes" why not just recoil a bit and say "please lemme have enough time to think about this" because in the long run you'll find out that nothing is worth rushing into. Weigh in on the cons and pros before delving into a rather sticky situation cz when you are stuck you'll need a whole lot of wriggling to get out.

There's nothing wrong with a bit of "shakara"..everything comes with a price so to say, your "yes" and "i do" should also come with a price and when I say a price i do not in anyway mean anything of monetary value but I mean the ability to delay a response. Ladies who are quick to say "yes" are always the most vulnerable cz they are seen and taken as being rather cheap. Am not saying you should ward off a guy completely by constantly saying "lemme think about it", you first hint the guy that you like him while also letting him understand the need for you to think it through.
He would be eager to know your reservations about him and in most cases such chaps put in more effort at winning you over, when such happens it becomes a win win situation for the lady.

Do not let money be your "all in all"..a swell purse is a good thing, it brings about the best the world can offer from well crafted handbags to ornamental pieces worth a fortune. Though money is synonymous with happiness but it cannot in anyway take the place of happiness so be careful before you plunge into that lavish lifestyle he offers.

Did you hear that buzzing and ear piercing sound, that's the buzz of an alarm urging you to wake up from your fairy dream. You can't possibly have all you want, life is strewn with shortcomings and unpleasantries so don't think life is a movie set were you get to write and act out your own script sometimes it just doesn't work that way.

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op why not just write a novelette.

my sister Justeenaleo this your dp.

Sadly, not many people think like this.

Its hard to paint a true picture of what love entails when you keep falling for the wrong sorts and for the wrong reasons, poke and probe a bit into the true nature of your partner, know what makes em who they are and let that tower above all other reasons cz in the long run that's what counts and not the elusive looks you seem to be obsessed with.

Am a sucker for sex so I don't undermine it in anyway, sex is more of a cosmetic reason but its an unavoidable reason as well, I'd love for my partner to understand the intricacies and schematics of a good sex but I don't let that alone tower above the inherent reason that love should stand for. Lemme put it this way, you've got a partner who is a kamasutra expert when it comes to wholesomely good sex but such partner lacks the inherent qualities to make a good home.

Love is relative, those boobs or abdominal muscles might look catchy to you but to me they are just sagging muscles firmed up with bras and loads of padding..those catchy ascent might repel you but they might the reason why am trying to court her. Set your parameters when it comes to love and be sure to set good parameters, try and create a balance between outward qualities and inherent qualities, do not just plunge and go head on into a relationship cz you feel drawn to it.

Love is certainly overated, we think highly of it when we should be modest in our thinking, the funny thing about love is that we keep thinking it comes from the heart, the heart has always been synonymous with love, the heart is an integral anatomy contained in our body with the sole function of pumping blood so I don't see the relationship it has with love..

I tend to laugh when people say "use your head not your heart" when it should be "use your head and use it well", love sets out from the brain and ends with the brain, it doesn't go beyond the confines of the brain so its natural and utterly necessary to be rational in matters concerning love after all the brain is involved, so next time you are being fed some wholesome and "A grade" bullshit about the heart being the progeny of your feelings you should be quick to stand your ground and let your brain take its place cz the head is where love should reside and not the heart.

The love bug has one or another sunk its fangs into us, your heart races and you stutter at her sight, the ease with which you carry yourself evades and you almost drool at her sight, that's the shit that happens to me when am stunned by a lady only to find out that they are not exactly what they seem to be, such is life.

Love rough so when you are jilted you still stand firm and unmoved, do not love with your head tucked in completely cz you might just lose your head.

Wonderfull write up. All I could say is veni vidi veci

Here comes my love story.......


I was just recovering from a recent and rash break up, I was pretty messed up emotionally and I needed to fill the void in me with some new found love but getting one seems rather tedious and out of reach, all the ladies I come across are charmed by my vocal prowess but repelled by my penury.
I was so broke that you could pass me off as a church rat, the sort you see In plank padded churches with little or no tithes to its name.

Love in all of its entirety hasn't always been fair to me, this was my fourth break up in six months and the hurting part of it is that they discard me for a sole reason which is my outright lack of money...it starts with these money bearing remarks "you don't get to buy me things"... "you don't take me out"..."its my birthday and all you could get me is this"..."you don't top up my wallet"... its always the same old gibbering and then it all comes to an abrupt halt..

Mine is a pathetic case worth crying over, lately through the traumas and vile intrigues of my overwhelming breakups I reached a conclusion about love "it comes with a tag price and a rather high one at that"..

Have always been the honest type when it comes to relationships, am like a clean slate devoid of stains and ladies do not in any way like an honest guy who also happens to be poor, that's when the realisation of an alternate and rather fake life popped up in my brain, since the honest me hasn't had any luck with sustaining any relationship I bet the dishonest me will be quite good in sustaining one..that's when I decided to employ a new motto which is "FAKE IT TILL YOU MAKE IT"

You should have seen her, she was well cut out in terms of her elaborate features, fairly toned skin with supple lips and the best part of it all was the milky accessories embedded in her chest, bosoms well padded eagerly craving to be sucked nd fondled at.

I walked up to her and gave my best line.... "how come you are on earth you should dwell with the stars up above"...she gave a faint smile and before she could mutter out any words I stretched out my hands and rolled out my name, I could sense how stunned she was, she shook my hand, "am Iyanu" she said...

Whenever am out hunting I try my possible best to look good, its a basic and well grounded fact that first impressions lingers on for a while so I try to give out a worthwhile first impression which is exactly what played out between Iyanu and myself...she sized me up from my well carved hair down to my shoes and I could sense that she was impressed with every bit of details.

Though am broke but I try to look good, looking good doesn't cost much all thanks to KATANGORA..with just a token you'll get the right stuffs at the right price if you know your way around the ever busy market.

Enough with the gist about how good and dapper I look and let's proceed with my new fictitious and rather interesting life.

Iyanu was a masters student from a humble background, I forgot to mention that she had streamlined body anchored on well crested shoulders, her legs were such as that of a peacock.
She walked with enough grace and panache to make the Queen Of England red with envy..

We exchanged numbers and lucky enough for me she used the same mobile phone service provider as mine which meant lower call cost but still I had to improvise a new and effective way to call her because even with the same network provider am still so so broke to afford a recharge card.

It was exactly 12:30 am on the dot, 12:30 is quite synonymous with "free call"..for me you could swap both words and it's still gonna mean the same thing..

At the first ring she didn't pick, the second was almost midway when she picked up and in a rather drooly and gagged up voice she inquired about who was at the other end of the call, I cleared my throat and gave out my name then it happened, the unexpected happened.....

Her stern voice blared out, "who the hell are you to call at this rather odd hour" I was taken aback for some minute with a rude shock and loss of what to say..."Mayowa or what do you call yourself this is an ungodly hour to call a lady", she was in a haste to bang the call but for some divine reason she held back the urge to do so.

In a calm and subtle voice I tendered an apology which to my utmost surprise she readily accepted..."I know its kinda odd to have placed a call through to you at this rather odd hour but I had a tasking day which gulped up every bit of my leisure time but an overwhelming need and urge to hear your voice led me to call at this rather odd instant"..

This is an apology line I had rehearsed and perfected over and over again, each word were carefully crafted in my brain and I doled them out with the ease that comes with breathing.

It was a good enough reason, her stern voice dialled down all of a sudden and she apologised for the crude attitude she exhibited, you should have seen the smile on my face, I was happy, I nailed it and the fact that she apologised sweetened the deal altogether.

We talked on till the beeping tone of my battery said it was enough, she was apparently charmed by the fictitious love tales and admiration I was rendering, when I told her it was about time I left I could sense the displeasure in her voice, she wasn't ready to let go which to me was a signal that I was making a headway right into the confines of her heart.

I was in bed drooling when her call came in, I strained my eyes to see the name on my altered screen, a quaint and soothing voice seeped through and I was awed by every bit of it, she almost lulled me back to sleep with her voice, so sweet was her voice that my ears held on to it.

"Good morning mayowa" this quaint and soothing voice was one unheard of by my ears, I stayed mute while trying to figure out where I had encountered such awe ridden voice but I came up blank and even more confused as to where I might have met such creature.

"Am Anabel we met on facebook" if I were to start a census of how many Anabel's I had hunted on facebook it would be a lengthy exercise with ample time to it, I had a long list of Anabel's on my facebook so it was hard narrowing it down to an exact one, not wanting to sound dismissive I festered on the possibility that I had met her acquaintance online.

The power of words they say can charm even the stone hearted, Anabel was practically pleading to meet with me, apparently my psyched up chats with her on facebook had done the trick of winning her over... "am a busy man with a tight schedule can we fix this for another day".
I was the utterly jobless type who lived on handouts and at the mercies of others and here I was faking a busy schedule.

I picked out my well starched shirt, while also picking out a blue denim to go with it, it was the perfect ensemble ever, the tone of the shirt and its blue murals complimented the hue of the jeans, within the confines of my mind I said to myself "Anabel wagba" which meant "Anabel you ain't seen nothing"..

The dread that comes with hunger held onto me, I was becoming feverish and the rumblings in my tummy could be heard a mile away, I adjusted my shirt while also wiping out the strings of salty sweat gaping through the pores of my skin, there was some leftover beans from the previous night I should have eaten before coming but the gas that comes with beans especially one left to ferment overnight wasn't one I was willing to contend with considering my rendezvous with Anabel.

The wait was becoming unbearable, my legs were starting to twitch and the sun was hitting hard on my skin, there was no way I could reach out to her, my battery was almost flat and to top it all I had no call unit on my phone but I told myself how unrare it's for ladies to keep to time that consolation alone made me wait a while.

The car eased into the parking lot with no sputter from the engine, she chose a prime location to park, the sharp pangs of hunger eluded me at an instant after sighting her, eewo, you should see her, she had this air tight body worth worshipping, I cleared my throat, adjust the sweat draped sleeves of my shirt and walked up to her...