A few weeks ago I put up the first of several posts from Vera -the gorgeous girl who’s been the baddest chic’s baddest chic and is telling all now. Since then I’ve been continuously bugged about when the next confession is coming up. Well, here it is. My eyes are still widened by the intensity of this story,  but ah well let’s see.

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I had successfully finished University and done my national service. This was in the year 2010. I didn’t have to hustle for a job because I had an uncle who knew someone in one of the prestigious banks in the country so landing a job there was very easy. My friends were surprised as to how I landed the job when they were still struggling to even have their application letters looked at. I counted myself lucky. At the time, I did not consider the fact that it was juuust by the grace of God. I may have had the connection but if God did not allow it, it would never have happened. Upon hindsight, I really thank God for His grace.

My boss liked me the moment she had a conversation with me regarding my previous work experience. I thought to myself, what did she expect? I am a Gey Hey girl duh? Lol. We never disappoint. Everything was going fine. I was made a supervisor of my team in no time. To be honest I had not had time to mingle with those outside my department especially the guys because work load was too much and besides, my ‘seniors’ had told me plenty stories about episodes of office romance that did not end well. The advice was, ‘ stay away from the guys, they are up to no good, they kiss and tell, they try to have a relationship with you, sleep with you and then come and tell their friends in the office and laugh at you blah blah blah. With my experiences with guys in the university, I was determined not to fall victim to any of those. Read More The Innocence Of A Player! [Confessions]


When I’m talking with a girl I could like, there’re some questions I ask to break free from the condemnation of friend zone. One of them is “What’s the riskiest thing you’ve ever done?”. The main aim isn’t to tell me the truth, it’s just to have her think about it and me at the same time. Here’s why; in thinking about it, she relives the adrenaline that made the moment special. She smiles reflexively and ponders whether to say or not. After that, no matter what she decides, enough of the nostalgia has rubbed off to move me a step away from broda level 😉

Recently, I’ve come to realize that it’s quite a risky move to take. The stories girls have theeesse daayysss!! It’s dangerous to ask! Whaaaattt??!!! You want to know the riskiest or naughtiest thing she’s done? Eeii are you sure? You want to find out why ignorance is bliss? Lol, anyways there’s so much to learn from the life of a woman who’s been to the depths of deep and now looks back shaking her head. I know one.

 Vera’s been the baddest chic’s baddest chic. In her life she’s had experiences that could scar a Roman Father for life. Like, I’m talking about a confession that will Read More Confessions Of An Ex…


I confess, I purposely omitted the epilogue. I wanted to see if you’d write or squirm or rant and I am delighted about your reaction. Is this the kind of thing I’ll need forgiveness for? Lol, I hope not. Anyways, for the end bit of the story, you can either download it HERE, or click on the image below, or do the reading right here, just keep scrolling down. So really, it’s entirely your decision now. Let me know if you liked it? Here goes…I Love Her Husband (epilogue)

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We left off here... Kobe was bursting into the restaurant at the time Trixy was walking out. They stood in each other’s way for melting moments. Trixy tried hard to keep her smile, but her tear-stained face spoke volumes.

“Love you Kobe.” she kissed his cheek, the half a dozen diners felt the tension, and it told in their unnatural silence “Good bye.” Not see you later, What kind of a man are you? Or How could you do this to me…but Good bye. She didn’t add ‘for good’ but it lingered in her silence, and in how she turned and walked out the door.

[THE END? Not exactly]


Chapter 5

Kobe caught up with his wife in the parking lot, but her reflexive rigidity when he tried to touch her, to reason out his unredeemable stupidity, the sternness in her eyes, the coldness in her “leave me alone”, all culminated in rendering him speechless. Like a stooge he stood by as the Honda Civic faded into two red brake lights as it revved into the distance of the windy Saturday evening.

When he reentered the restaurant, Samaa was sitting in the same position, her hand cupping her mouth, as if holding back the wrath of God.

“What did you do to her?” Kobe asked rashly, taking the seat his wife had been in minutes before.

“What did I do to her? What have you done to her? What are you doing to me?” she looked at him like a stranger, her eyes were heavier than a looming storm. The platform she’d been standing on had been snatched from underneath her feet, and now she was falling, clueless as to how deep and messed-up this abyss would turn out to be.

She closed her eyes, craving beautiful thoughts from the seemingly distant past to somehow trade places with this dreadful present. If she could find life’s control panel, she’d press ‘Pause’ for a breather. It was all too fast too soon. So many lies so many misrepresentations, did she even want to know why? Could it possibly ease the wrenching feeling surging within?

When she reopened them, Read More I Love Her Husband -The last-show.


When there were just a few of us, I wrote a story that I liked. I wasn’t sure if everyone would feel the same about it, so I was blown away by the  response. Over 5,000 reads and downloads! I got so many calls and e-mails from everywhere (literally!) about how sensational it was that I read it over and over again to check if perhaps they were seeing something I wasn’t. There were serious offers and plans to turn it into a musical, play, full novel and a TV series. I just might go through with one, just might.

Screen Shot 2014-09-05 at 11.53.54 AMAnyways, when we got hacked last year, those posts went down. Since then, I’ve been getting requests to re-post it. The last one came last week from @ferdiefresh via Twitter. So I thought “Why not?! We’ve more than doubled since and if even Read More I Love Her Husband -by popular request.