This lunatic is not even the owner of the story...lol and it'd been better if you read what I wrote at the beginning

Honlucas:
its so funny how nigerias take someone work.
this is my story i wrote it nd posted it on coolval .

funny nigerians

Gunboysavage:
This lunatic is not even the owner of the story...lol and it'd been better if you read what I wrote at the beginning

Bros, we know.
But what is holding the story nah?
You want people to lose interest in it before you continue?
Abeg, do the needful!

Gunboysavage:
Thanks bro .... I've been trying... its the bot....nevertheless, y'all would hear from me again within 15 hours

Let me not say "we full ground" because I don't know for others. I can only speak for myself, 'I full ground, de wait for the next bombshell of a story".

15hrs never pass suuuu
Na everyday I Dey check

E be like say the story go soon end.

Continuation........

Flash back

It was my second semester in the University. I was determined to graduate with good grades, so I always attended classes and was diligent with my studies. I didn’t have time for girls.

I was also kinda anonymous. It was 100L so all students of the Faculty of Science usually had their lectures together ‘cos we all offered same courses.

We were also many. That made some annoying students that stayed in the school hostel come to class as early as 5am to ‘book’ the front seats of the hall, especially when we had a class by 8am or 9am.

It was the beginning of second semester, so while I still remained anonymous, some other guys and ladies had already defined their identities in their respective departments and the faculty as a whole.

We already knew the handsome guys, the pretty chicks, the brains, the brawns, the jerks, the jocks, the ‘cashy’, the cashless, the cultists, the skinny, the chubby, the macho e.t.c

Virtually everyone had an identity, except of course, myself and few others like me. I was an unknown, anonymous, a ‘jew’.

There was a particular course, MTH 112, which had to do with Differentiation and Integration (Further Mathematics) which I didn’t understand previously ‘cos I had always detested mathematics. But I realized that the lecturer taking the course took it in such a way that everyone could easily understand it. He usually said he doesn’t lecture, but he teaches. I usually made it a duty to always be at the front seat when he taught so as to grasp every word coming from his mouth.

That morning, we had the class by 8am so I asked a friend who stayed in the school hostel to ‘book’ a ‘front page’ seat for me. Unknown to me, the seat was already booked by a ‘mod’ in one of the departments in the faculty.

It was 7:30am. I had already sat in the previously booked space trying to glance through my notes. A lady was sitting beside me on my left. We previously had an argument on who booked the seat first. My friend said he did first and she said her friend did first. Since it was my friend and I against her, the odds were in our favor and so I sat.

It was some minutes to 8am. The lecturer had still not arrived. I was still glancing through my notes when I realized someone was standing before me. She was asking her friend, ‘Who is this imp seating on my seat?’, eyeing me from head to toe.

I looked up and saw who it was. It was Esse. Among all the ladies in the faculty, Esse was popular and was at least among the first five when it came to beauty. She was about 5.8” tall and with what I call onshore and offshore dichotomy. Where onshore refers to the ‘frontside’ and offshore refers to the backside. This babe was just too complete. All guys were drooling over her. Everyone (excluding me of course) including some lecturers wanted to go out with Esse. I didn’t know if she was dating anyone. Here she was calling me an imp….

I looked up at her for seconds and concentrated back on my book. Since she noticed I didn’t make any statement, she began banging the desk, requesting that I get up from her seat.

You bring chair come from your papa house

I still didn’t make any statement. She was making so much noise that it drew the attention of other students.

See season film

There is this intermolecular force that attracts students to these kind of scenes. Before I knew what was happening, students were milling around trying to get a glimpse of what was going on.

Some girls thrive on such attention. She saw I was still calm. I guess that was not the reaction she wanted from me, so she grabbed my shirt.

Huh

I was already provoked with all her theatricals. But her latest action threw my patience off the edge. In rage, I stood up abruptly and raised up my hand to slap her! Immediately I heard my mum’s voice, ‘Dioxidane, please don’t!’.

I don’t know if it’s the voice I heard or something else, but I know my hand got stuck in the air. I was breathing heavily now, ‘cos I was enraged and trying to contain it.

I brought down my hand, took off her hand, packed my books and left the hall with all eyes trailing me……

Of course, such news travels like wild fire. In just those few minutes I starred in that ‘movie’, I went from being the ‘Anonymous guy’ to ‘That guy wey Esse wan beat’ or ‘That guy wey Esse jack im shirt’. Esse was already popular, so her actions acted as a catalyst in making me popular.

I also got positive ‘reviews’. Some said I was a ‘man’ since I had the ability to restrain myself.

Rumors started spreading around that I was a cultist. Some were saying I would organize guys to beat up Esse.

I don’t know if it’s what she heard about me or that she felt remorse for what she did, but I noticed she started acting friendly towards me. She smiled when she saw me, but me on the other hand, didn’t give a d--n about her.

My friend and I were talking in class one day while waiting for a lecturer when Esse came and told my friend to please excuse her that she wanted to talk to me. I told him to sit where he was, but a shy guy that he was, he couldn’t refuse the request of a pretty lady, so he got up and left.

Me: Or is this one of the seats you brought from your father’s house?

Esse: Dioxidane please…

Me: Oh, so you now know my name…

Esse: Dioxidane please don’t make this more difficult than it already is for me… I’m really sorry about what happened that day, I didn’t know what came over me…

Me: I’ve heard…

Esse: Does that mean I’m forgiven?

Me: Seriously You expect me to forgive you after embarrassing me in the presence of everyone, right? You feel just because you are bla bla bla and bla bla bla that gives you the right to do that? Lemme tell you, you are nothing compared to babes I’ve dealt with and bla bla bla…

I didn’t know where I got all the words that were coming from my mouth, but I knew I was giving her the tongue-lashing of her life. I looked into her eyes and realized that tears were already gathering in it. The tears began dropping gradually and she started sobbing. I stopped the tongue lashing….

So you no even get mind before

Me: Why are you crying now?

Esse: Still sobbing

Me: Stop this, people are beginning to notice…

I offered her my handkerchief and she used it to wipe her tears. After calming down, I asked her why she was crying and she told me no one had ever talk to her the way I did

Na you know

I told her I had nothing to lose, so I had to express my feelings, especially after what she did to me. She apologized profusely and I finally accepted.

The lecturer finally came and we sat together throughout the lectures for that day……

The next morning, I woke up rehearsing the lines I was going to use in asking Esse out. I had never rehearsed lines before, but I just had to ‘cos I had previous fidgeted when I wanted to ask her out which led to my postponing it several times. Today, this must happen!

I saw Esse in school that day and she informed me of a birthday party I was to accompany her to that evening.

Ah an, so we no go meet for our private spot today…

Evening came and I accompanied her to the birthday party. There were so many side attractions. The one that nearly caused a raucous was the devils basket.
A lady was called out and told to point any guy out. She pointed me out. She was to pick a piece of paper from the basket and carry out the instructions on the paper. Anyone who refused to comply would drop 5K.

In my mind I was praying that it should be that she would have to kiss me or give me a BJ since she was quite pretty. I was excited that it could be anyone of the two.

Esse was visibly angry, but she didn’t voice it out.

The lady read the content of the paper and it was, ‘Strip your partner na*ked!’.

** Huh Like Seriously Only stripping, no BJ’

I didn’t have up to 5K on me. I had about 3K. I noticed Esse was not happy about this. Since I didn’t have the money, and it’s not like I had a bad physic, I surrendered my myself.

I just stood like a statue. The lady began gyrating to the music while unbuttoning my shirt. She completely unbuttoned it and sensually pulled it off me. I was left with my singlet. She was still gyrating while taking it off also.

My mamba couldn’t bear such sights and teasing. It was already being activated. She took off the singlet amidst cheers from the crowd. I looked towards Esse and realized she was really infuriated now.

She began slowly unbuckling my belt. She did this slowly while caressing my already activated mamba. It was obvious that it was already rockhard. She slowly pulled down my jean trousers after which she began gyrating and rocking me.

She stopped rocking and was about reaching for my boxer shorts when I heard a scream from the crowd, ‘Stop!! I’ll pay!’. I looked backwards and saw Esse dashing towards the MC. I don’t know how much she gave him, but she immediately went outside amidst the cheers of everyone.

I picked up my clothes, wore them and went outside.

There is this influence alcohol has over someone – which could be bad at times. It gives you this power, this ‘morale’, to do something you would not do in your right senses. I don’t know if it’s the influence of the alcohol I took that night, but I didn’t seem to be fazed by what had happened. I just felt it was normal.

Of course it wasn’t normal ‘cos when I saw her outside, she was weeping silently. I asked her what was wrong, but she didn’t respond.

Some guys vomit when they take too much alcohol. I don’t. Some guys begin misbehaving when they take too much alcohol. I don’t either. What happens to me is that I get to laugh excessively, I get to possess the morale to do something I wouldn’t normally do, I get to spill out latent romantic lines that even someone who hated me would drool for and yes, my mamba too becomes vicious. I once asked a girl out when I was drunk, and she accepted. I can’t remember what I said to her, but this was someone who swore she would never go out with me – story for another day…
I began spilling out lines to Esse about how much I cared about her, about how I didn’t know what I did would hurt her, about how I wouldn’t hurt her on purpose, bla bla bla, bla bla bla… Before I knew what was happening, we began kissing. We were kissing and smooching for awhile till a heard someone say, ‘Jeez, you guys should get a room…’ In my mind, ‘good idea!’

It was already some minutes to 11pm. We couldn’t possible go back to school that day so she told her friend to get a room for us to crash. He gave her the key to one of his neighbors room who had traveled.

I had my bath first and laid on the bed while she had her bath….

Never underestimate the power of a girl’s handbag. It holds the power to make you or break you…

I was still lying down on the bed gradually drifting into sleep. Esse had spent almost 35minutes in the bathroom. I spent just 3minutes, so I wondered what she was doing in there.

I’ve had baths with girls and even though we spent more time, we were obviously doing other things. Till date I still don’t understand why ladies spend more time in the bathroom than guys. Anyways, that would be a deliberation for another time.

As I was gradually drifting into sleep, I began perceiving a fragrance I was becoming used to. This time though, it was stronger, fresher and smelled sweeter. Obviously she just applied it. #Handbagtinz…
She sat beside me at the head of the bed and began tracing imaginary lines on my face. I opened my eyes and when I saw her, I smiled. She was looking so beautiful and regal in all her glory.

She was putting on a sky blue satin short and a transparent night wear. The sight was too much to bear. My mamba had since been activated and aching for action.

She took her hands down and began massaging my mamba through my boxer shorts while still looking at me.

I brought her face down towards me, and we began kissing gently at first. Before long she began moaning as I began handling her nipples and kissing her passionately.

We were still kissing when I loosened the few strands of rope on her night top and she wriggled out of it. She wasn’t putting on any bra and her boobs were standing as proud as a peacock and her ni*pples looked enlarged and hard as a rock.

After kissing for several minutes, she pushed me back to the bed and knelt between my legs. She drew down my boxer shorts and my mamba sprung forth free.

She gasped when she saw it and before I knew what was happening, she placed my mamba in her mouth.
Chisos!!!

It felt so hot and cold at the same time. I had never felt anything like that before ‘cos that was the first time anyone gave me a BJ.

The feeling was killing! After some minutes, I knew I couldn’t hold on any longer. ‘Shhiiit, I’m cumming’, I screamed. Before she could even react I began spurting loads and loads of cum in her mouth…

I was expecting her to spit it out or something, but I realized she swallowed it all. She even s----d my mamba dry.



I had watched that ‘move’ in movies, but that was the first time I was experiencing it live.

After s-----g me dry, she came up to me and began kissing me…

Chisos!!

I was tasting my own c*um in her mouth. I had never done that previously either and I thought that was the worst that night till I heard her whisper in my ear, ‘I want you to eat me…’



I had never done that previously and even when I watched it in movies, I found it irritating.

I had not even finished contemplating if I would go through with it or not when she fell off my body and lay beside me on the bed spreading her legs.

I felt I didn’t have a choice. ‘If she could do it, I could too’, I thought. After all, what a woman can do, a man should be able to do better.

I went between her thighs and pulled down her shorts. Jeez!!! Her pu*ssy was looking so cleanly appealing and inviting.

I wasted no time in going down on her. I recalled all the moves I watched in movies and I was glad it paid off, ‘cos before long, she began moaning intensely and wiggling her a$s.

After several minutes of s-----g and licking her pussy, I inserted my finger in her. I began finger fvcking her while still s-----g. All the while her moaning intensified.
Before I knew what was happening, her wiggling and moaning increased and she arched her back while she clamped my face between her legs which made my face immobile for some seconds. Streams of juice began pouring down her legs.

She later released my head and I laid down beside her. She was spent! After a while, we began kissing and she started gently rubbing her hand up and down my mamba.

‘I don’t have condoms’, I said. ‘I’ve got some in my bag,” she replied and she got up and got condoms from her bag. #Handbagtinz

She tore up one and condomized my mamba and she s-------d me. She slowly guided my mamba in her pu*ssy and began straffing me, slowly at first.

I had only previously straffed in the missionary position. I only fantasized about straffing with a girl on me. This was another first for me.

She increased her pace and before long, we synchronized our movements.

Since this was a night of firsts, and she was willing, I decided to try out another one of my fantasies. I raised her off me and positioned her, straffing her in the doggy position.

Esse was squealing and screaming so loudly that if not from the music and noise from the party that went on till the early hours of the morning, people would have definitely heard us.

We straffed like no mans business. After several minutes of straffing in different positions, we both came simultaneously. We straffed one more time that night before we finally relaxed.

Before we slept, I told her ‘I Love You baby’ and she said, ‘Me too’……….

Let’s ponder over this guys, ladies… When a guy/girl tells his/her boy/girl friend ‘I Love You’, what should be the normal response? ‘I Love You too’, right?

But what happens when the response is ‘Me too’ or ‘Same here’?

From my experience over the years, I’ll say it’s either of the following…
Lets use the boy as saying ‘I Love You’ and the girl as responding ‘Same here’ or ‘Me too’ as a case study.

It’s either she doesn’t want someone close to know that the person on the other side of the line that she is speaking to is her boyfriend or she is not really interested in the guy or she has other guys (maga ish). I stand to be corrected though.

I told Esse ‘I Love You’ and she replied, ‘Me too’.

That night, I didn’t attach any importance to her response. After all, we just straffed made love, so my brain was still on cloud nine.

While still lying down, I still had it in my mind to ‘officially’ ask her out.

Who send me sef

The next day, we met in the evening as usual after reading. I finally mustered up the boldness to ask her out! And she agreed? I wished!!

She began telling me ‘super-stories’ about how cultists are disturbing her and how she doesn’t want to put my life in danger bla bla bla, bla bla bla…

See me see trouble o…

To think I was actually in love with this girl and she’s telling me this trash I thought it was a joke, so I decided to ask her another time.

The next day, I didn’t ask her. We just had our normal kissing/smooching/cuddling.

The next day, I asked her again. She gave me the same B.S. To say I was hurt was an understatement.

If only I knew then what I know now… Friends with benefit rocks!

I began avoiding her. She noticed and she asked me about it. I told her if I couldn’t be ‘exclusive’ with her, I’ll rather be alone…

Can you imagine!!! Iffa hear say I try am now!

After ignoring each other for a few weeks, we began seeing each other once more. She invited me to her friends place and we straffed again.

After awhile, we got closer again and I thought her mind had been made up to be with me. I decided to pop the question again. Same negative response!

The whole ignoring ish started again till we completed our exams and went on hols….

We resumed 200L and pharmacy students went to their own faculty in another campus and we moved off campus to different parts of town…

We rarely saw each other because of our hectic schedules and after a while when I met my girlfriend we totally stopped talking.

The last time I saw her was on a bike when she called me and waved about 3years ago till I saw her in camp that day………

Contd. (Back to the scene at the NYSC camp)

Prince and I just came into camp one evening. We were passing by the field, when I heard someone scream, ‘Dioxidane!!!’.

Huh? Who knows him

I didn’t recognize the voice immediately so I turned around and saw someone running towards me with bouncing boobs in her white t-shirt and white bumshorts and she jumped on me…

Chisos!!

Me: Esse! Look at you!!!

She held me so tight that I almost suffocated. She had gained weight a little bit but was still as beautiful as ever. I was lost for words. Prince just looked at us, wondering where we knew each other.

Me: Prince, met Esse, my long lost love… Esse, Prince my buddy…

They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries.
We went to my usual spot at the Mammy market, while Prince went to the volley ball court to watch the game going on.

‘Wow, so you were posted to Katsina, I never knew’, Esse said immediately we sat down.

Me: Like you cared

Esse: Why would you say that na, you know I cared about you…

Me: You try well well… Wait o, what happened, why are you serving now? I thought you would have finished serving…

Esse: My dear, it’s a long story… Don’t worry, we have enough time to gist about it… So how is this place? Is it ok?

Me: If it wasn’t, I wouldn’t be here na…

Esse: I applied for relocation, but in case it doesn’t work, lemme prepare my mind for the worst. You stay in the corpers lodge?

Me: Naa, I rented an apartment…

Esse: Thank God, I’ve gotten where I would stay before I travel…

Me: I dey collect rent o…

Esse: Laughs

We continued talking about past events, about school and other stuffs when Prince and Lola (my ‘babe’) came to meet us. I introduced Esse to Lola and it was obvious from Lola’s facial expression that she wasn’t happy with Esse’s presence.

Ladies and jealousy

Prince said Shade was at the clinic so we all went there to meet her.

Esse later saw us off to the gate while Lola remained with her friend at the clinic. She held me like we were a couple while we walked to the gate. She still wore the same fragrance after so many years and I couldn’t help but rekindle my lost feelings for her. She later went back to her hostel after exchanging numbers and promising to call me later that night.

Could it be that I still had feelings for her after so many years? I didn’t understand how I felt. It was so confusing. I thought I was totally over her.

I was now plagued with two choices regarding girls in the camp. Do I continue with Lola, or get back with Esse?
I laid down on my bed with confusing thoughts in my head as to which of them to go for, since both of them were in camp. They were still to spend more than one week in camp and there was no way I could avoid them or avoid going to camp altogether.

I had a call from Lola…

Me: Hello…

Lola: Dear, have you gotten home?

Me: Yes…

Lola: What are you doing?

Me: Lying down…

Lola: Have you eaten?

Me: Yes…

Lola: What did you eat?

Me: Spag…

Lola: This one that you are giving me one liners, are you sure you are fine?

Me: I’m fine…

Lola: Ok o… Goodnight…

Me: Goodnight…

Guys, ladies, whenever someone gives you a response like that you sense there is trouble, right? Exactly! I guess that was what Lola sensed ‘cos she called back almost immediately.

Me: Yeah?

Lola: Dioxidane, what’s happening?

Me: Where?

Lola: Since I saw you this evening, you’ve been acting weird…

Me: I’m sorry, I’ve not just been myself… Don’t worry, I’ll be fine…

Lola: Are you sure?

Me: Yeah…

Lola: Or should I come tomorrow?

Me: You want to come to town?

Lola: I’ll come if you want me to… My roommate got permission to go out today, so I’ll see if they would allow me tomorrow…

Me: Ok, no problem… Lemme know when you are out of camp so that I’ll direct you…

Lola: Alright dear… Sweetdreams…

Me: You too…

So Lola was coming over. ‘I no dey go work tomorrow be that’, I thought. I was still ‘mind-scheduling’ my activities for the next day when Esse called.

We talked at length and she talked about how much she missed me and how she remembered all we shared in the past. She asked if she could come to town the next day and I said NO!

You wan spoil package for me?

She asked if I would be coming to camp and I told her that if I was coming, I’ll let her know.

The next day, I didn’t go to work. I had to prepare for the ‘match’ at hand. Prince called and asked where we would meet before we went to camp and I gave him the gist of what transpired the previous day.

At about 9:30am, when I knew morning parade would have been over, I called Lola to know when she would be coming. Her number didn’t go through. I called several times, it still didn’t go through.
I didn’t have Shade’s number so I called Prince to ask if he’s spoken with her that day and he said he had not…

Ah an… Wetin dey happen

There was usually electricity supply in the camp, and even when it was out, you could always pay to charge your phone or other devices, so I didn’t know why her phone was switched off.

I was still thinking about what to do when Malama Aisha called me…
Me: Hello…

MA: Dioxidane, yaya ne? (How are you?)

Me: Lafiya lau…

MA: Kana ina? (Where are you?)

Me: Ina gidan (I’m at home)

MA: You didn’t go to work today?

Me: I didn’t…

MA: Are you busy now?

Me: I’m kinda busy… Hope no problem?

MA: Not really… I didn’t go to work today, I was thinking if you could come over…

Me: No probs, when I’m through with what I’m doing, I’ll come over…

MA: Ok, I’ll be expecting you…

You seriously wished! I don repent abeg!

Immediately I ended the call, Prince called and told me to open my gate. We didn’t even go in before he began gisting me about what happened….

Prince: Bros, gbege dey o…

Me: Wetin dey happen?

Prince: When you ended the call earlier, Shade called and gave me the news…

Me: Which kyn suspense be this na? What news

Prince: Na Esse and Lola o…

Me: Ehen, talk na wetin happen

Prince: They had a fight in the hostel this morning…

Me: Ukandu!! Because of wetin na

Prince: You of course, who else…

Me: Huh Which kyn talk be that one na…

Prince: You be hero o, wey girls dey fight for your head..

Me: Stop that kyn play abeg… Wait o, dem fight-fight, abi na quarrel-fight?

Prince: They said they quarreled and abused each other, no be fight be that?

Me: Na wa o…

Among the things I don’t understand about women is why they would fight over a guy. I wouldn’t fight another guy because of any woman, so I just didn’t understand why some girls did that. Love? Naa… And to think some guys still do that, when there are more girls than guys on earth? Utterly ridiculous!!

I called Lola when Prince left. Her number didn’t still go through so I decided to call Esse. She narrated what really happened.

She said she went to fetch water that morning from the tap outside the hostel. There were many other girls that came to fetch water too so they kinda formed a long queue. Lola came from nowhere and wanted to jump the queue ’cause Shade was already there at the front. Other girls disagreed with her and it kinda led to an exchange of words between them. The argument became heated and Lola began directing words at Esse. Talk led to talk and they began calling themselves names and nearly fought, before they were finally separated.
I was stunned! So these things still happened in real life. I thought it was only in Nollywood movies it happened. She asked if I went to work and I told her I was at home. She said she got permission to go out of camp and she wanted to visit me. She asked me to send my address to her and I told her not to worry about that. I told her I’ll speak directly to the bike-man when she came out…..

About two hours later, she got to my place. To say I was mesmerized would be an understatement. If it was ‘jazz’ she used, I would say it really did a number on me ’cause immediately I saw her, I was totally smitten. I know it wasn’t ‘jazz’ because the feeling I was experiencing at that moment was the same feeling I experienced when I was in school. That was before she broke my heart.

Did she really break my heart? ‘Walahi’ she did!! I remember thinking about her when I was supposed to be reading, thinking about her while eating, dreaming about her… Even in the examination hall, when I was supposed to be answering questions, I was thinking about her. It was that bad! But after her, no other girl had that power over me. I became ‘heartless’, so there was nothing to break.

But now, with us in my room gisting and reminiscing about the time we spent in the past and the things we shared, I was once again having a ‘heart’ – and it had already began melting for her. I still wonder how that happened…

Talk led to talk and we later straffed. It was not too spectacular, but it made me realize that I still loved and cared for her even after all these years.

I didn’t want to ask her out again, for fear of another rejection.

But she told me she didn’t have a boyfriend, and I really needed someone I could settle down with, someone I could get married to. I knew I didn’t love all the other girls enough to get married to them. I had less than two months to spend in service, so it was paramount to me that I had someone I could get married to.

Some days before they came out of camp, I finally asked her out. And she accepted! Yes! She finally accepted after so many years!
I was overjoyed! ‘I would marry this girl!’, I thought. I decided to stay away from the remaining girls in my life. Zainab? Strike that! Malama Aisha? Strike that! Lola? She even refused to talk to me till she left camp.

The camp finally came to an end. Lola and Shade were relocated to Ogun state. Esse’s relocation didn’t come through and she was even posted to Funtua LGA, which is very far from Katsina LGA. I made arrangements and she got reposted back to Katsina LGA and she stayed with me.

There comes a time in a man’s life when he realizes that life is not all about having fun with girls and playing around. One needs to get matured and responsible so as to be a ‘husband material’ as he looks for a ‘wife material’. It is when you are good that you attract good girls toward yourself (not in all cases though).

I determined within myself to be responsible. No more playing around. No more straffing. I was determined to be faithful and committed to my relationship with Esse. I wasn’t married to her but I treated and respected her like she was. I was determined to marry her immediately I secured a good job.

My service to the country was finally over! It was fun while it lasted. I secured a short contract with one of the telecommunication companies in Katsina, so I stayed back.

It was actually because of Esse I stayed back.

Esse and I continued staying together while she served and I worked…

You know what they say that it isn’t good for a guy and a girl who are not married to stay together? Well, I’ll say it’s very true. One of these things happen. It’s either the guy begins to get tired of the girl, or the girl begins to girl tired of the guy. And when that happens, you begin to see traits that the girl/guy exhibits that you can’t (or wouldn’t want to) manage, and since you are not married, you can easily opt out.
If you were married, and perhaps had children, you would definitely find ways to manage your spouse and make your marriage work. This is my opinion, and I stand to be corrected.

In my case, I began to notice things I was previously blind to because of the love I had for Esse. I noticed she always made sure her phone was locked whenever she dropped it. I didn’t attach too much importance to it ‘cos I respect people privacy and I don’t like anyone prying into my phone and so I didn’t do that to others.

But being a very inquisitive person, one day while she was in the bathroom, I saw her phone on the bed and I had a peek at it. Obviously she forgot to lock it because it was unlocked.

Where is the first place you check on a phone when you are on ‘detective’ mode? Messages, right? That was exactly where I checked first. No messages! All the messages were deleted, both sent and received – including the ones I sent.

Hmmm…

What is the next thing you check? Pictures, right? I checked her pictures and I didn’t find any of my pictures on her phone. I saw pictures of other guys… None of mine! When I occasionally use her pictures as my DP.

Hmmm…

I dropped the phone and kept it back the way she left it.

Red flag 1!

Another thing was the fact that Esse was dirty! It’s quite a unfortunate that most pretty, beautiful, sweet girls you see on the streets, looking so clean and posh in their attires and make-up live in very dirty apartments. I still stand to be corrected.

It’s so annoying that most times, the guys usually don’t know this because the girls usually expect them when they are visiting and they make their rooms or apartments squeaky clean. If you really want to know a girl that’s really clean, try visiting her unannounced. You just might be disappointed.
I’m not a ‘neat freak’. I’m just a person who loves living in a clean environment and I expected that since she was a lady, with all her ‘fine-girl’ things, she would be neater than I am or at least as neat as I was. Unfortunately, she was not!

Red flag 2!

Esse was a spender! Jeez!! Why would one use 4K to cook a pot of soup that would last for, at most, 3 days And we were in the north What if we stayed at PH When I stayed alone, I didn’t spend that much cooking, and I ate well.

Red Flag 3!

Is this what marriage was all about Thank God I had not proposed marriage to her yet!

I tried reasoning with her about these issues, but obviously she wouldn’t have any of it. She argued and nagged whenever I corrected her or told her what she had done was wrong, so I stopped it. I just tolerated her because I knew my time in the North was limited.

Time flew quickly and before I knew it, it was the end of the year. My contract with the company was over. Mumsy had already been bothering me to come back home. I already had my Certificate of Service. That sheet of A4 paper I spent one year of my life to achieve!

So I finally traveled out of Katsina to Lagos together with Esse… To return again? Time will tell…

THE END…

Morning guys, had to complete it because of the people waiting for it. Sorry if it makes you feel otherwise.

Ekpes2017:
Morning guys, had to complete it because of the people waiting for it. Sorry if it makes you feel otherwise.

Tnks for completing it.
I have a question. Since u traveled back to Lagos with Esse, does it mean u later married her?

Ekpes2017:
Morning guys, had to complete it because of the people waiting for it. Sorry if it makes you feel otherwise.

Don't be offended.
You be Gunboysavage?
I'm confused.

Ekpes2017:
Morning guys, had to complete it because of the people waiting for it. Sorry if it makes you feel otherwise.

Thanks man
Sort question!
How did you now end up with MA and Zee

Dollarremix:

Na mafians full that area.

u know how im dey go

Una nor go complete this story ni?
You have kept us in suspense for too long na.

olusun43:
Una nor go complete this story ni?
You have kept us in suspense for too long na.

Story don end. Go house

Candidlady:
Good afternoon OP

As much as we really want to read bout your escapades in north please note that we are also watching/observing you..

Post anything that will paint north black and this thread will be taken down


Be warned


Yours sincerely
Mod candid

u better calm down

cfree14:

Story don end. Go house

Smiles..

Dollarremix:

Na mafians full that area.

I dey text u!!