Today I saw something while going through my Instagram feed. Daily post reported that a huge sum of money went missing from JAMB office.

Even more surprising was how the money went missing. A snake carted the money away! A snake people. Ha Nigeria!

I was still trying to get over that post when I saw this on twitter. Some people eeh.

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If you read the part one in my last post,

You can read the part two here

https://girlinnaija./2018/02/05/what-silly-things-have-you-done-in-the-name-of-love-or-infatuation-part-2/

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I remember when I was in SS3. All my mates kept having one boy or the other call to ask them out every now and then. My own was different. It wasn't as if I wasn't good looking or anything, It was inability to be seen. I was always doing one thing or the other to keep me so busy.

Fast forward to a month before waec, a friend of mine I met on 2go wanted to introduce me to his cousin in uniport. I was elated. Eeeh! A girl like me, University boyfriend? It was too good to be true.

I accepted sharp sharp. To my classmates I was Queen. They came to me for a session of advice or two. After waec, when results came out, I didn't make all my papers. It pained me eeh,but I registered for GCE and I calmed down.

Then it was time to write the exams, I had a paper to write and I spent so much time reading. My university boyfriend called. He wanted to see me. I was elated. The day he called I was preparing to write a physics paper in two days... He told me to visit him in uniport the next day. I had never been to uniport prior to that and something in me was telling me not to go but I mumuishly ignored it.

The next day I was on my way to port Harcourt. A place i had never been in all my life.

I got to the park, lo and behold who did I see?

To be continued in my next post.

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Still together?

Marcelo290:


I can't remember doing anything exceedingly stupid for Love.

Oh...in my high school days, I walk my gf home everyday before embarking on another long journey back to my own abode. To give a hint on the distance, our school and their house was in the GRA, while I live far away in the Central Area. Those days who wan give you transport money? I was always feeling a boss sef as I fly my shirts with big trousers parading the area and basking in the euphoria of Love. Not forgetting the Cain and punishments I received on her behalf. The babe was worth it Shaa

I can imagine how that must have felt.

kcjazzy:
Once gave my girlfriend my only android blackberry for borrow and she dumped but refused to return it

Why? What happened?

Blakjewelry:
Like killing myself

I remember when I was in SS3. All my mates kept having one boy or the other call to ask them out every now and then. My own was different. It wasn't as if I wasn't good looking or anything, It was inability to be seen. I was always doing one thing or the other to keep me so busy.

Fast forward to a month before waec, a friend of mine I met on 2go wanted to introduce me to his cousin in uniport. I was elated. Eeeh! A girl like me, University boyfriend? It was too good to be true.

I accepted sharp sharp. To my classmates I was Queen. They came to me for a session of advice or two. After waec, when results came out, I didn't make all my papers. It pained me eeh,but I registered for GCE and I calmed down.

Then it was time to write the exams, I had a paper to write and I spent so much time reading. My university boyfriend called. He wanted to see me. I was elated. The day he called I was preparing to write a physics paper in two days... He told me to visit him in uniport the next day. I had never been to uniport prior to that and something in me was telling me not to go but I mumuishly ignored it.

The next day I was on my way to port Harcourt. A place i had never been in all my life.

I got to the park, lo and behold who did I see?

To be continued in my next post.

Update: Read Part Two here

https://girlinnaija./2018/02/05/what-silly-things-have-you-done-in-the-name-of-love-or-infatuation-part-2/

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I used to hawk with my mother here in Lagos. She sold puff puff and sometimes items from Okirika. I always remember her calling me in the evenings, after I must have returned from school and dropped my bags. We would walk the streets of Makoko, shouting with our voices on high pitch.

I felt proud, you know. Proud that I could do something with my mother. Something that gave me joy in the purest of forms. It didn’t bother me that sometimes we sold only a thousand five in a day and that those days were our happiest.

Have You Read This? THIS

It didn’t bother me that my clothes were torn in most parts and even more so my mother’s.
To me, I was doing something. My mother was happy. I was happy.

When I got into senior secondary school I began to lose interest in our hawking parade. My friends would see me and I would turn the other side, afraid to look into their eyes. When in school, I would evade questions and laugh them off.

My mother told me to stop going with her. I guess she felt my lack of interest.

I didn’t care. I wanted to have some of the things my friends had.. I didn’t want the torn clothes anymore.

My self esteem began to drop, little by little until there was none left.. It took five years to build it back. Sometimes I ask myself what changed.

The only answer I get is that I stopped letting those things bother me. I accepted positivity. Things are not where I want them to be yet, but in no time they will.. And when they do I will always remember I and my mother in our high pitched voices, calling on the young and old, men, women and children to have a taste of our precious puff puff, so we could put food on our table.
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This is my story.
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What is yours? How has experiences in your life turned you into a better person. Care to share?

#GirlInNaija

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As seen on Twitter.

My friend is devastated right now & totally confused.He gave me permission to post his story. He caught his fiancee with his best man. (best friend)

They’ve been dating for over 5yrs & got engaged last year and the wedding is suppose to happen in 3weeks. He love this babe so much, he’s done stuff for her, he treated her like a Queen and respect her.. most times wen she comes around to his place.

His friends are around after work.. He introduced her to one of them who is his best friend years ago and not best man but I guess they went behind his back and took the introduction to another level.. although he said he was suspecting the closeness.

But he thought he was just paranoid and didn’t think a thing like that could happen between them..cos he trust both of them.. but for years they’ve been doing stuff behind his back..They all hang out, eat together and gist but nothing prepared him for this.

He traveled few days ago and was suppose to come back Thursday..but 4 days ago, another friend called him to inform him that something is not right with his bride to be and his best man that he is only telling him cos he feels it’s d right thing to do.

My friend thought dis guy who told him stuff was just one of those bad Belle people who don’t want u to settle down..he kept thinking about it but didn’t tell anyone.So yesterday he decided to leave Abuja for Lagos but didn’t tell anyone he had changed his plan.

He cancelled his travel from Thursday and moved it to yesterday..he arrived Lagos and went home straight but in mind he was praying that everything he heard was not true..he got home (his fiancee stays with him) and used his key.

He went straight to the bedroom and when he opened the door, he said he almost fainted.. everything was true.. she was in bed with his best man and he said he didn’t know what to do but that if he had reacted,he would have attacked his friend because he betrayed him.

So he said he just turned back and closed the door and left the house for them .. he went to his mom’s house but don’t know what and how to tell her what he saw .. How do u tell u mom u saw ur bride to be in bed with your best man 3weeks to ur wedding?

Everything is done and ready .. invitation cards sent out, hall booked.. and the funniest thing she’s been calling and texting that it’s a mistake and she’s sorry but he should not cancel the wedding cause people will shame her and insult her

She even got her mom to call him to talk to him but she didn’t tell her mom d reason y he’s angry with her, she just told her mom that they had a fight and he’s not talking to her.. my friend said he doesn’t know how and if to tell his fiancee’s mom what he saw.

He’s confused and doesn’t know what to do, if to cancel d wedding or tell his mom or his fiancee’s mom what really happened but according to him he can’t trust her again or his best man and can’t have d wedding with her and he has told her already

But how will he tell his family and her family about his decision to cancel the wedding..visitors coming for d wedding, how will he inform them.. he needs to know the right way to handle this situation.

Via Jenniieey

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I’ve heard of situations where the guy cheats on the girl and she stays and keeps everything as it is like nothing happened. Most girls claim it is a though world out there and there is no assurance it wouldn’t happen to you if you leave to go into another relationship.

Their popular quote “It rains everywhere”
So would you? Would you stay , knowing that someday, it might happen again. What if he is one whose habits do not change after saying they will . What would you do then?

#GIN

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I used to hawk with my mother here in Lagos. She sold puff puff and sometimes items from Okirika. I always remember her calling me in the evenings, after I must have returned from school and dropped my bags. We would walk the streets of Makoko, shouting with our voices on high pitch.

I felt proud, you know. Proud that I could do something with my mother. Something that gave me joy in the purest of forms. It didn’t bother me that sometimes we sold only a thousand five in a day and that those days were our happiest.

Have You Read This? THIS

It didn’t bother me that my clothes were torn in most parts and even more so my mother’s.
To me, I was doing something. My mother was happy. I was happy.

When I got into senior secondary school I began to lose interest in our hawking parade. My friends would see me and I would turn the other side, afraid to look into their eyes. When in school, I would evade questions and laugh them off.

My mother told me to stop going with her. I guess she felt my lack of interest.

I didn’t care. I wanted to have some of the things my friends had.. I didn’t want the torn clothes anymore.

My self esteem began to drop, little by little until there was none left.. It took five years to build it back. Sometimes I ask myself what changed.

The only answer I get is that I stopped letting those things bother me. I accepted positivity. Things are not where I want them to be yet, but in no time they will.. And when they do I will always remember I and my mother in our high pitched voices, calling on the young and old, men, women and children to have a taste of our precious puff puff, so we could put food on our table.
.
This is my story.
.
What is yours? How has experiences in your life turned you into a better person. Care to share?

#GirlInNaija

www.girlinnaija.

I used to hawk with my mother here in Lagos. She sold puff puff and sometimes items from Okirika. I always remember her calling me in the evenings, after I must have returned from school and dropped my bags. We would walk the streets of Makoko, shouting with our voices on high pitch.

I felt proud, you know. Proud that I could do something with my mother. Something that gave me joy in the purest of forms. It didn’t bother me that sometimes we sold only a thousand five in a day and that those days were our happiest.


It didn’t bother me that my clothes were torn in most parts and even more so my mother’s.
To me, I was doing something. My mother was happy. I was happy.

When I got into senior secondary school I began to lose interest in our hawking parade. My friends would see me and I would turn the other side, afraid to look into their eyes. When in school, I would evade questions and laugh them off.

My mother told me to stop going with her. I guess she felt my lack of interest.

I didn’t care. I wanted to have some of the things my friends had.. I didn’t want the torn clothes anymore.

My self esteem began to drop, little by little until there was none left.. It took five years to build it back. Sometimes I ask myself what changed.

The only answer I get is that I stopped letting those things bother me. I accepted positivity. Things are not where I want them to be yet, but in no time they will.. And when they do I will always remember I and my mother in our high pitched voices, calling on the young and old, men, women and children to have a taste of our precious puff puff, so we could put food on our table.
.
This is my story.
.
What is yours? How has experiences in your life turned you into a better person. Care to share?

#GirlInNaija

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