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Read, THE ATTACHMENT 1: ATTACHED HERE, If you have already done that. Lets go !!!! The shock was hot. So intense that I couldn't speak for some seconds. My girl is smashing my HOD or what? At that moment, I forgot the sole purpose that brought me here. So he was wrecking both my grades and my girl. I thought far and wide, and tried to maintain eye contact with Emilia to know what's going on. My HOD broke the atmosphere when he said, "Young man, why are you here?". I pulled myself together and replied; "I missed your test Sir, I was attacked by.…......." The man didn't even let me to complete my well-prepared lie. He screamed and told me to get out of his office. I resisted. He almost hit my head as he threw a white-board marker out of anger. I was still partially high so I saw the marker advance through the air in slow-motion and I dodged the projectile. You can't subdue a high Comrade. I was still begging when Emilia held his arm and said; "D...

Wednesday morning, the most anticipated day in secondary school. The day of vacation. The class was noisy and tensed as everyone expected their results. Deep inside of me, I knew I didn't read and just scribbled what my brain assumed to be correct. Instead of reading, I spent my time chasing girls in their tight uniform skirts and getting flogged by officers for skipping classes. My class teacher went to the Administrative Block to get our results and school fees slip. I sat on my table, shivering in fear when I thought what would happen next. The major thought dominating my head was my Dad. The strictest man in the Universe. He does not joke around. He never smiles. When I was little, he used to beat the hell out of me for any single mistake. When I talk = Beating When I don't talk= Beating And he so hated failure. I came 5th position last term and he wasn't pleased at all. A kid with a head like mine came 1st and I didn't. He told me to come...

It was time for lectures, I said. And when I said lectures, I mean attending classes to play games and check out the hottest females around. I woke my roommate up so we could kick start the day. My roommate, Chris was the definition of a handsome and charming guy. The muscles, the fluent speaking, the charisma, the boldness and the good looks. He possessed all those virtues with more to spare. As for me, I was just popular for my high level of sarcasm and clownery. As for the looks, what God gave me is what I manage. Simply cutting a coat to my material. Chris was opportune to find a girl that matched his insatiable taste. He always wanted more and more. She was beautiful, busty and a masterpiece once it comes to Bedroom Olympics. I needed a girl to match my level of crazy. A memer, a lady with a huge level of sarcasm and a caring one. Unlike Chris, I'm an emotional person and I get attached where I'm showered with affection. With time, I stumbled upon a l...

Growing up with parental abuse is not a joke It is happening mostly in the African (Nigerian) setting. People that don't experience this would see it as being virtual. But this is a reality that the World isn't ready to face. Parental abuse remains number one emotional pain before heartbreak and the rest. African parents imply a whole lot on their children as love which would only evolve to hatred in the future. In the name of unconditional care, they would rain a child with abuses accompanied with tons of irrelevant attacks. Errands are okay, but a child can complain of sickness and get ignored or shouted at. You must work before being attended to. At the end, it would be tagged, "I WAS TRAINED THAT WAY", or " DURING MY TIME, IT WAS THIS WAY". Only 2.5% of parents know the secrets of their children. And even if they know, they would use it against you till Christ returns. Abuse comes in different ways Insults and verbal attacks. Sayi...

Read my  QUARANTINE ESCAPADE 1  right here, but if you done that already, Let's go!! I t has been a week since I got the text from Linda. I forgot about the contents of the text and life went on smoothly for me. Life was stable, at least for a while. Waking up and meeting a Wednesday, but little did I know that this would be no normal day. Trying to get up, I immediately felt a little headache and I was lying face flat on the floor, properly dressed with last night's outfit instead of waking from my bed. Confused and trying to reason if it was a hangover or perhaps I slept on the floor on purpose. But my thoughts were halted when I began to have difficulty breathing as though I had a tuber of yam in my esophagus. I remembered having some wine but I didn't know the exact quantity which I took in. A sudden feeling of inner peace dawned upon me because I knew I wasn't sick. During this pandemic period, it is preferable to be drunk than to be sick. R...

Watching TV wasn't even helping anymore. All channels were focused on the pandemic. I wasn't really scared since I haven't seen anyone with the virus, then the virus ain't real. After all, things that originate from China never last. My boredom increased when electricity ceased all of a sudden, leaving me staring at a blank television screen. Frustrated and tired, I just remained in my resting position and my thoughts roamed far and wide. I could not continue to live life in this manner, if not I would die of stress or boredom before the Corona Virus would even show up. I picked up my phone to reach out to my girlfriend. Sorry, My Ex-girlfriend. She broke up with me when she could no longer cope with my financial instability and constant need for sexual exploits. I have been trying to call her for days now but she never responds. Even tho she accidentally answers and finds out it's me, she would end the call. Pretty sad right? No need to pit...

For the PART one of this piece, Click HERE I told him that I wanted to feel him inside of me this time. It was certainly my first time having this kind of feeling and I was so in the mood for anything that came with it. Then I pulled off his trousers leaving him stark naked. He said “I love you” then he opened up my legs and... He laid down and I could feel a rod-like structure driving into me. It hurt a whole lot but I ignored. He was having much pleasure but mine was intertwined with pain. He grasped my soft flesh while panting. He noticed the pain and told me the pain would not last and I would get to enjoy it. He turned me over and made me sit on him and satisfy him. I gave him my all. I believed that it was out of love. Finally I felt a strange sense of fulfillment. My man was finally mine. He was done and fell on me and began to bite my ears seductively and released more punch-lines on how he will forever cherish this day. He went as far as saying that h...

I sat in my room all alone. The only thing that kept me company was the television in my room while thoughts roamed my mind over and over again. I would get to be independent finally. I was happy and sad at the same time. My life was about to take a new cycle and I was not emotionally ready for it. I smiled as I remembered that I had finally gotten admission into the University to study Mass Communication. The course I was to study was not the problem, I just wanted to be set loose and met new people. I've been confined all my life. To me I was in deep captivity and school was going to set me free. They were going to finally buy me a good phone and other accessories. Back in secondary school I was been mocked of not having a phone and always staying indoors. The time for me to regain my social life has finally resurfaced and I’m going to take the bull by the horns this time. My parents were very protective of me. They would never let me about of their...