Actress Beverly Naya was shocked to receive a 'romantic' direct message (DM) from a 'married' man who propositioned her for marriage. Not even hiding his marital status or the identity of his supposed first wife, he boldly professed his love and insinuated that his first wife will be ok with a co-wife, as he knows how to 'handle her decisions'. Read the messages after the cut...



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FIRST SIGNS OF MADNESS

My name is Psalm. Yes, awkward right? But that’s the name my mamma called me when I was born. My Dad had wanted to call me Job, but my mamma would not have it.

“Have you seen any man called Job that wasn’t a carpenter or a bricklayer” she had fired at my dad. “All the people wey dey answer Job na so so suffer suffer!” Mamma certainly hadn’t heard of Steve Jobs (well, after he moved out of the garage). Plus my oldman had suffered much, having lived from hand to mouth since he lost his job thirty years ago, yet his name wasn’t Job. So there was more to suffering than being called an ordinary name.

“Let’s call him David” my momma had suggested. “It is simple and short. And remember he killed Goliath.”

“David? The man who stole another man’s wife? I can’t call my son David. All the people wey dey answer David too like woman!”


Mamma had thought of it and the lives of a few people bearing David in my neighbourhood had been enough to convince her. In fact two days before I was named, two married men had fought over a woman on the street, and they were both called David.

After much dilly dallying, they called me Psalm. Popsy wasn’t so excited about the name; David and Psalm were like Bobrisky and bleaching – One and the same. But in the end he accepted it. So that was how I got my name, one would think after all the hair-splitting deliberations that gave birth to my name, my name would at least bring me luck. Far from it. I don suffer pass nyash. Yes. I have been peed on, shit on, sat on and what not…

Yesterday was the day kasala burst for my head. I was on my way to an interview. Since 5 years wey I graduate, bros, I never see real job. But that yesterday, something told me that was the end of my job search. My girlfriend had linked me to a friend that had friend who was the GM in a manufacturing company. When I contacted the so called GM, he picked the phone and answered me like a vampire had given him a Mouth Gig.

“Who be rat? He spat out.

“It’s me Psalm. A friend of Sarah, who is a friend to Akpan, your good friend. He said you are the GM of Green food Industries.”

I could hear him chuckling on the other end.

“Werin you wan make I ju for you?” he replied. I was already getting pissed.

“I want to submit my CV to your company. I was told you could help me get a job”

“Bring am tomorrow, I go help you give the GM”

“Are you not the GM?

“Bro e be like say you never ready. I be the Gateman, your friend no tell your friend to tell your friend to tell you?

My jaw dropped. But I had no choice; I tidied my white shirt and dusted my CV. I must get that job the next day…

As early as 8 AM the next day, I set out. My gf had made a delicious afang soup the other night. I quickly heated four wraps of fufu, devoured it and left feeling like a bouncer. It had rained the other night and the bad roads were still muddy. I did my best to avoid reckless drivers from splashing dirty water on me. My best, as usual, was not enough.

A man in a black prado Jeep zoomed past, emptying a pot hole of muddy water on me. I did what any other frustrated man would do.

I boarded a bike and chased after him. Who knows, he could settle me with something tangible. The okadaman was a skillful rider but the prado guy had no chill. After five minutes, I spotted his car parked right in front of my babe’s apartment. Fear catch me like politician wey receive alert from Dasuki. I paid off the bike man and cautiously peeped into my girlfriend’s one room apartment. What I saw shocked me.

The story continues in the next sequel “PRADO GUY” watch out for it. It’s gonna blow your mind… That is if there is anything left of it. Comment below, tell me what you think will happen next.


READ DIARY OF A MADMAN: THE PRADO GUY PRADOGUY

The man don talk him mind sha,

Him and his wife wan trend small

SMH
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All bec of 5min Cum shot

Proof Beverly or Adonbiliv.
Uncancel those lines inked with red or Adonbiliv.

Gush. What is all these. Married man... smh


Check my signature for cheap internet data plan

And then?
Is it a new thing?
Do you tell us the ones u agree to?

Nonsense,

These foolish actresses always make public their chats when an unknown married man texts them or tries to woo them.

Is she claiming saint?

These are the same ladies/actresses that bug married men, pastors and comedians to date them promising them Shangri-La in bed. They even go as far as sending them their nudes.

A case in mind is Freda Francis and Stephanie Otobo.

This gal again

Si on

Wrong thread, Sorry.

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this washed up actress is indeed a fool
I mean how can you post your private chat on social media for everyone to see who does that

it's no news that men marry more than one wife I'm sure it's because this man isnt really wealthy to your Taste that's why u r ignoring abi rejecting him

When did it become a crime to ask for someone hand in marriage again?

This gal again.... She should team up with Tboss 4 Private Jets peeps not Uber drivers

Ladies now preferred married men

IDGAF

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Re open Lautech


Beautiful actresses
Love her role in wedding party

Kolo mental husband man

Yawa go dey

See gwobe

Beverly wld be like

our actresses only marry divorce men or been married as a second wife

The man sounds like he's been working on this for a while tho..with some positive response from her.

I like the way he writes. Queen 1 and 2
Oniranu

I love my women sultry like beverly...abundant sex appeal

It is none of our business. Stop shoving useless news down our throat

There is nothing wrong with you being a second wife.

Whatever thou soweth
Thou reapeth.



Minding my business

This man get big eye sha...


Don't miss out on the "VOGUE" affair. Check my signature.

We are africans,grab d opportunity of not being genevive and rita dominic