@jaybutty110806 Very painful, i remember when people comfortably travel to lagos or North by night bus, if you encounter difficulties the villagers will help you, now its no longer the same all destroyed by APC , God will judge them
@jaybutty110806@yabaleftonline If you are fed up with the marriage leave and don't stain yourself by cheating, no matter what men and women can never be the samenwhen it comes to cheating
A guy forgot his phone at the eatery, one of the sales girl picked the phone, rushed out to give back the phone to him but the man already zoomed off.
Almost immediately the wife called and the sales girl picked up, immediately the woman heard the girls voice , she began bombarding her with questions, "who are you", "why are you with my husbands phone".
Apparently madam thought that girl is oga's side chic. It took almost everyone at the eatery and a video call to convince her otherwise.
Married women learn to be trusting your husbands , everything no be cheating
Women are like food, you won't drink garri when you can afford salad, Even the conductor, if he gets money will like to go for better women, if he see money
All these men complaining that Nigerian women don't date broke men, these men that live in the slum, the bus conductors, who are the women marrying them and giving birth to children for them every eke market day.
Women dey, it's you that is looking for Nkechi glass skin, with Maggi nyash while looking down on the ones that actually like you while calling them desperate.
@jaybutty110806 Men are hunters, we prefer the women we chased , its likeba trophy, that's why some start misbehaving when they see money because they are just managing the woman in their life even though she struggled with him. If those conductors level up today they will want a new woman
Mine I drank akpuruachia at eight or nine years old, I usually see my dad and mom drinking this colored liquid I thought was wine, normally when they open wine they usually share for us too, but this one they refused to give me and my siblings, each time they drink it, they will expand their mouth and shine their teeth like they were enjoying it, anytime I see it I will be vexing for them, so one day, my mom was sleeping so I stole some and drank this liquid, nwata rie awo oju anu, come and see how the hot burned down my throat, tatata and my nose from inhaling it. I had to spit the rest out, and kept wondering what kind of wine that is, few minutes later my mom called me and I went to answer her, the hot was smelling all over me, that's how Patricia of blessed memories asked if I drank hot, I denied it. She called our nanny to come and smell me, to confirm her suspicion. That's how I entered gbese. My mom asked our nanny to go and find cane for her, as a child I was kinda stubborn and disrespectful towards our nanny, that's how she got the longest and fattest cane for me, up to five stick. The kind of flogging my mom gave me that day. If I run under the dinning , she will bend and drag me out, if I run behind the cabinet , my mom will drag me out and continue with her flogging. I was screaming and calling for help, our neighbors came and was knocking on the door begging her to leave me, this woman refused. The only thing I was hearing was " Tawai, iñuru akpuru achia ( how dare you drink hot), Tawai , onye gwara gi ( who asked you to). After that day I never touched anything hot, schnapps, squadron, spirits, I avoid them like plagues