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Weapons Formed Against Me 3

Ifenkili   Should I, should I not? The fried rice I ordered tasted like cost accounting, but I savored it with joy and gladness because finally, it was happening—I was on a date in one of the costliest restaurants in Port Harcourt, with a very handsome man. Even though his multi-colored jacket reminded me of Egusi soup, it fit him perfectly, and I adored his shoes, his wristwatch, and the way he smiled and laughed in New Time Roman. A week later, he insisted on gifting me a new iPhone and took my phone number. However, he ghosted me afterward—no calls, no messages, not even to ask if the phone was working perfectly, the kind of excuses men give just to hear the voice of the woman they're attracted to. Mhm-mhm. Nothing. I had his number too, but pride and some shame prevented me from dialing it. "If the mountain cannot come to Mohamed, let Uncle Moha go to the mountain nau," Aleruchi suggested when I confided in him about the situation. "D
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Weapons Formed Against Me 2

                               𝐓𝐰𝐨        𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰-𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰-𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 The next time someone would suggest that I become a chief bridesmaid for anyone ehn, 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑎 𝑐𝒉𝑖, the beating I would give that person...I would flatten that person to the ground and sit on his or her chest as my grandmother did to her 𝑛𝑤𝑢𝑛𝑦𝑒𝑑𝑖 last Christmas. Death would be too good for that person. Tell me why I just lost my newly acquired iPhone 13 Pro Max to a man I thought was one of the groom’s men but later realized he wasn’t. The dude happened to wear the same blue senator suit as the other guys, got himself busy lifting things and running errands like every other groom’s man while his eyes and mind ran to and fro like the biblical devil who presented himself in a meeting meant for just the sons of God, a meeting he wasn’t invited.  The craziest thing was I couldn’t figure out if it was while I was running around like a headless chicken, trying to please the annoying br

Weapons Formed Against Me

Looking for a husband in Port Harcourt is not for the faint-hearted ni.  When people said that nearly every man in Lagos is mad, hmm... them never meet Port Harcourt men o.   Those one's na principalities and powers. And if you come dey unlucky come jam the church bros among them... Ah, my sister, sister. Na weapons fashioned against you be that o.  Anyway. Na me go find trouble. No. I mustn't blame myself. It was my village people who wouldn't allow me to drink water and drop cup because I was thirty and yet to drag a man down to the village to pay my bride price.  The last time I attended our family meeting, I couldn't count the many times I was reminded of my single pringlehood. Every little pim I uttered earned me a side-eye from my mother whom I knew would have asked me to hide under the bed if she could because Ukamaka and Erimma, my much younger cousins were coming for the meeting and they were all married with kids.  I deliberately chose to be part o

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“What has come into you?” You. “Answer me! Why are you doing this?” Does he really want to hear what I have to say? I peeled off my shoes, kicked them aside, and went ahead to remove my earrings. “Everyone here knows you have been frolicking about unabashedly. You have decided to trade your shame for what?” He got me confused there…what exactly was he angry about? The fight? The dance? The frolicking with the other men? Or all of them? I dropped the earrings on the table and went for the front zipper of my jumpsuit. With my back on him, I started taking off my clothes from the shoulders. “Look at me, damn it. Muyiwa, look at me when I am talking to you.” And I did. With my jumpsuit down to my waist, my breasts freed from the bra that previously caged them, I turned to face him - ready to give him a piece of my mind. It was a mistake. A terrible, sweet one. “Goddamn it.” He drew me to himself, crushing his mouth to mine in a kiss that tasted of alcohol and bitter frustration

Marriage, sex, toys 2

  Hi, It's been a while since I posted here. I have been busy writing my latest romance novel Paradise , Thank goodness it's finally out in bookstores now. In my last post, I introduced us to sexual aids that help in enhancing sex in marriages and by extension, strengthen marital unions.  One of these sexual aids, which I wrote extensively about is sex toys, which according to Jenn Sinrich, amps sexual experience for married couples even more. In this post, I am going to list some of the best toys for married couples, if you and your partner are considering purchasing one or two (or more) to enjoy in the bedroom and enhance your sexual experience and intimacy, You may add these ones in your list. 1. The Magic Wand.   If you are into adult toys or planning to invest in one, this here is a must-have. It comes in different colors and sizes. Some come in a pocket-size that you can throw in your bag and have a quick one in restrooms or the cinema. (Don't be caught, though, Lol)

Marriage, Sex and Toys.

A woman once asked me, what do you think about couples using sex toys? She said her husband wanted it but she feels it’s sinful and wrong for Christian couples to incorporate that in their sexual lives. My first response to her was that it’s alright to feel that way, especially when sexual enjoyment aids are not what is openly discussed in Christian marriage classes (I have not attended one for some time now so I may not be accurate with this.) Aside from few marriage teachers that chip in the use of massage oils and emphasizes couples investing so much in sexy lingeries, sexual aids are still something most marriage sex teachers shy away from or even frowns at. So, it’s okay for Christian couples to have conflicting reactions towards sexual aids. And permit me to say here that when couples (Like the concerned woman who asked the question) have different reactions towards a particular sexual aid- sex toys, in this case, it will be wrong for one partner to force, manipulate,

Low Libido Prospartrum

Hi, friends.  It's been a while. My lazy ass got a better part of me. But I am hear now, not to leave again. I promise, on my honor. So, today I will finally be writing about an issue that I've been wanting to write about for a long while now. I like sex-a lot. Close your mouth before flies enter (Lol) Back to my story... Sex was a new wonderland I was so excited to explore after marriage. For my husband and I, it was an adventure and we'd happily embarked on it with all vigor. Discovering secrets. Drinking pleasurable waters. Floating on ecstatic clouds. Breaking rules and boundaries. Creating our unique wild, nasty, fantasies and fulfilling them... Yes, I like it a lot (with the right guy) Now you can imagine the alarm that kicked my gut when I slid into what I want to term 'Sexual dryness' (I think it has a medical term) after the birth of my second child. I couldn't work my emotion up for my husband, couldn't crave for the D the way I used to