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    enjoying myself with Semo and Egusi soup, while reading. Who wan follow

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    Okay o mister thank goodness dat u kn, u v a problem, so seek for solution ok.

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    Nice story, next please

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    Epi3….She’s not ur mum? “Yea, she’s my aunt. I lost my
    mum when I was a kid, I grew
    up with my aunt”. But your mum didn’t stumble
    upon herself and got pregnant,
    I thought to myself but I knew
    better than ask. This explains the difference in
    looks and attitude. “I don’t feel belonged here”
    she said. “Here comes the baggage…” I thought to myself. “Why” I asked. “I didn’t notice
    before you told me. Infact,
    there’s no telling you’re not
    part of the family”, I lied to her again. She told me how she had a
    difficult time fitting into the
    family because she was being
    treated differently, how she
    was giving a strict upbringing
    while emon was allowed to freely socialize, how the aunt
    ensured she secured admission
    for emon at unical, against all
    odds and with a very low jamb
    score while she was left to her
    faith, and she resorted to akwa-ibom state polytechnic. “Well, you are a grown lady
    now and your destiny doesn’t
    lie in your aunt’s hand but in
    yours” I said, trying to shut her from
    whining, but succeeded in
    creating a smile in that lips
    that wore a heavy dark-red
    lipstick. “That’s so sweet”, she said,
    “you’re really nice” “And you’re just naïve”, I thought to myself. I smiled back and we
    continued from where we left
    minutes earlier. This time
    around, she was more warm,
    open and receptive. She never
    resisted any position I suggested, she moved a pitch
    higher from moaning to
    screaming. It was a bit
    embarrassing but I was more
    engrossed with the sight of her
    a.r.s.e as it bounces forth like a boomerang as I was kneeling
    on the bed and hammering
    from behind. I thank my stars I
    was not doing the missionary,
    b’cos seeing that face with a
    heavy makeup would have been a sure turn off for me, but
    that a-r-s-e was doing the
    magic. The screams were so
    loud that if I was a novice, I
    would have stopped and asked
    if I was hurting her. But I didn’t, I kept going deeper and
    deeper as the screams became
    more intense. . . Finally, we both were
    exhausted and I layed on the
    bed, thinking of no one else
    but emon. Is she expecting to
    see me at the peagent? Is she
    as expectant as I was? Is she really into me? Thinking of another woman
    while another was lying
    beside me could seem strange
    to others, but to a twisted
    mind like mine , this was just
    normal. Emon looked and acted reserved and classy. Flox, to
    me, was just too free spirited,
    I felt I didn’t score much with
    flox, I told myself that I needed
    to complete the show with
    emon before I could grade my papers for the carnival. How wrong was I! If I could turn back the hands
    of time, if I had a second
    chance to attain the calabar
    2012 xmas carnival, I would
    have extinguished the emon
    dream, this would have saved me from the catastrophe that
    ruined a nice carnival. I would
    have maintained my
    friendship with idi and still
    hold my head above my
    shoulders if I didn’t listen to that silly st-u-p—i-d voice
    inside of me, telling me that
    scoring emon will mean much
    to me. Just within hours at calabar
    and I’ve scored one, and
    maybe, just maybe, could
    make it two if I can make it to
    the peagent, I thought to
    myself. I got up from the bed, started
    to dress up as I imagined what
    the time would be. “Where are you going”, flox
    asked. “Stadium, for the peagent” I
    answered as I searched for my
    phone. “What for”, she asked. -To watch Enyimba vs kano
    pillars- “For the ms calabar show of
    course, aren’t you going?” “Isn’t it better we spend more
    time together?” She asked, “at
    least its better than watching
    n.a.k.e.d girls parade their
    shame-less bodies for a crowd
    of the highest bidder”, she added. -wow, you really had issues
    while growing up- She blabbed on about how
    those ‘w.h.o.r.e.s’ sleep around
    with the organizers of the
    event just to get the form, then
    sleep with more people to get
    shortlisted, then sleep on and on to get a 1st, 2nd or 3rd spot. “That show is nothing but a
    scripted p-o-r-n” she
    concluded. “Wow” I thought to myself,
    “why on earth do girls hate
    their fellow girls? Ok, hate
    might be a strong word, dislike
    is more like it. Anyway, I didn’t have any
    intention of watching those
    Unclad girls, I had something
    else in mind. “Come back to the bed and let’s
    make more love” she pleaded. I glanced at her for some
    seconds, she smiled. I can’t tell
    if its the fluorescent light or
    just the makeup, but her face
    looks plane weird. “Come to bed” I gentle shook my head, stood
    up and kept searching for my
    phone. I’ve spent 45mins and
    two rounds of s-e-x with her
    and she still wants me more. Is
    she s-e-x starved or just a nymph!
    I’ve heard tales of calabar girls
    before, I still don’t believe any
    of those tales could be true. I
    have screwed so many ladies
    (something I aint proud of) and I have come to the conclusion
    that all *** are same. I found the phone, and
    discovered I had 9 missed calls
    and 2 messages, my phone had
    been on silence.
    Most of the missed calls was
    from my girl friend, one from idi, then a message from him
    informing me that he made a
    ticket reservation for me at
    the centre, that I should
    contact him when I got there.
    The second text was from an unknown number, with a
    simple message which reads. .
    . “What you just did now was
    wrong, I’m disappointed”. Holy shiiiiiittt!!!!
    What I just did now? Is this a
    joke or what!
    “Did you text me now?” I
    asked flox.
    “No” she replied as she got alarmed with the look on my
    face. “What’s the problem”, she
    asked. I didn’t border answering, I
    collected her phone, checked
    her sent items, no such text,
    dialed my number to check if
    its same with the one that text
    me… Ring ring, not same. Did anyone enter the house
    while we were busy on the
    bed? Who is playing such an
    expensive game? There was only one way to
    find out. . . I dialed the number
    that sent the text. Ring, ring. . .
    Ring, ring. . . “Hello”, It was a lady’s voice in a noisy
    background. “Hello” I said back, trying to
    buy more time so I can decode
    this voice. My brain was doing a quick
    scan-and-match, I just needed
    her to say one more word so I
    can fix the voice to a face. “Don’t tell me your new girl
    friend is boring you already. . .” “Eeeeemmmmooooonnnn”. . .

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    Epi4….Screaming emon’s name and
    ending the call was all a reflex
    reaction. It startled flox as she
    stood on the bed and stared at
    me. “What’s wrong?”, she asked.
    “What happened to emon, is
    she ok? What was the text all
    about. . .” She kept on and on.
    I just sat on the bed and
    wondered how on earth she
    could find out what I just did. I
    looked up on all corners of the
    room to check if there are hidden security cameras.
    None. Could this be real? Did emon
    text me to inform me she
    knew what I just did?
    I couldn’t remember giving her
    my number, its only ibieme
    that has my number. If emon collected my number
    from his brother, then there’s a
    high posibility that she must
    have told him what I did.
    And how could she sound so
    cool after knowing what I just did with flox?
    Disappointed? Is that all she
    feels? I might be addicted to S
    £x, but I still have a soft spot
    and a conscience to go with it.
    I don’t have the right to hurt her that way, if she truly was
    But a lot of things don’t add up.
    And I decided to head down to
    the stadium and find some
    answers. “Dress up, I don’t want your
    aunt to see us like this” “But you didn’t answer any of
    my questions, what happened
    to emon?” “Nothing, I’m heading to the
    stadium. Get dressed and let’s
    go”. “I’m not going” she replied. “Then I need directions to the
    stadium” I said, rather angrily. “trek to the junction, take a
    bus to mary-slesor round
    about, then another bus going
    to 11/11, stop at millennium
    park and trek to the stadium” -wow, that’s another way of
    telling me to get lost, because I
    will literary get lost- “I don’t know all these. . .” “Then take a drop to stadium”
    she retorted. Alright, I can’t put up with this
    her current attitude. I wanted
    to sweet talk her into coming,
    but I needed a cover up story
    on my recent reaction. “Ok flox, listen, I just got an
    sms from an unknown number
    and. . .” How do I explain to her? I
    needed a lie, but I couldn’t
    think of any. She was listening
    and staring at me as I searched
    for lies in the data base stored
    in my brain, none came up. On a normal situation I would
    manufacture series of lies that
    would explain the recent
    event, but this isn’t a normal
    What if this was a set-up? What if flox was part of the
    set-up? “Enhen, what did she say in
    the text message” “She said we need to come to
    the stadium immediately” I
    replied rather nonchalantly,
    looking at her to see if it sticks.
    -it didn’t work-
    “Why? To do what? Is that why you screamed?” -You are a big a.r.s.e hole, who
    wears her make up like a
    ghost in naija movies-
    Thank God I didn’t say that out
    aloud, but I was tempted to.
    I decided to take my chances out there on the streets. After
    all, calabar is touted as the
    safest city in Nigeria. I picked
    up my wrist watch, wore a
    lighter slippers and started
    leaving the room. I noticed flox was dressing up so I stopped
    and asked if she was coming
    along. Maybe she changed her
    “*** * *** * ” she replied in her
    native language. I didn’t need an interpretation, the tone of
    her voice and the anger
    therein explains what she
    meant. I left the house, and headed for
    the stadium. I trekked to a major road and
    stopped one of the blue and
    white cabs.
    “Drop?” The driver asked.
    “Yea” “N300”
    I entered and he drove off.
    It was already 9:25pm, the
    street lights produced a golden
    light that made the street look
    more beautiful. The trees and flowers by the sidewalks
    produced nice shade, the site
    was just beautiful. We drove
    past the millennium park and
    all its light was glittering
    across the well manicured flowers. The big green-white-
    green flag at the centre of the
    park stood majestically, it was
    the biggest I’ve ever seen.
    The serene environment I was
    driving through helped to calm me a bit while I plan on what I
    was going to do next. First, I
    must speak with emon and
    find out how she knew what I
    did. The cab pulled up at the
    entrance of the stadium. There
    were few people there. I
    payed the cab driver and
    walked towards the entrance.
    “Ticket?” The civil defense guy on Navy
    blue over-all asked me with a
    “Do I need tickets to enter?”
    “Yes, this gate is an entrance
    to the vip sits. You can enter if you have your tickets, but if
    not, you can use the other gate
    over there, its free”. He
    pointed at the adjacent
    entrance where a mammoth
    crowd queued up to be searched before entrance. It
    was a discouraging site.
    “How much is the ticket, I need
    I said as I reached out for my
    wallet. “we don’t sell tickets here, you
    purchase it at the back of the
    stadium, then you enter
    through this place”.
    He said as we waved me aside
    to make way for a couple entering. They presented their
    ticket and the man ushered
    them in. No searching, no
    whisking, no questioning.
    How do I trek back to the back
    of the stadium, purchase a ticket and trek bak here to
    enter. That’s the only option I
    had, queuing up with the
    crowd I was seeing at the
    adjacent gate was not an
    option. Tickets!
    Ibieme had sent me a text
    informing me he reserved a
    ticket for me.
    I just need to call him and get my ticket. I dialed and waited.
    . . As some scenarios played
    out on my mind. . . -so u had the guts to call my
    number after what you did- Will he say more harsh things
    to me? I will soon find out. . .
    He picked the call. . .
    “Where have you been, I have
    been trying to reach you,
    where are you?” Now that’s better, I breathe a
    sigh of relief.
    “I slept off”. Now that’s more
    like it. I’m gradually regaining
    my lying skills “Where are you now”
    “I’m at the front of the gate”
    “Which of the gates”
    “The main entrance” I replied.
    “There are many entrances to
    the stadium, ask someone of gate 06, I will be waiting.
    Please be fast, I am so busy
    I hanged up, went back to the
    civil defense guy and asked of gate number 06. He directed
    me and I walked towards the
    On getting there, ibieme was
    waiting for me already, beside
    him was three security guys, two mobile police (mopol) and
    one civil defense. The civil
    defense guy was heavily built
    and could pass for a bouncer in
    a night club.
    Holy s.h.h.i.t.t! I stood still as I saw the
    security guys with ibieme. I
    was shocked and panicking as
    he motioned them towards
    me. . .

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    abeg sum body should help me wit register

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