Let’s hear from you, and ladies will you rock this to any outing occasion?
A couple have showed off their amazing transformation from the moment they started dating 7 years ago, The soon-to-be groom, Samuel shared their love story.
- My Queen and I met as very young year two (2) undergraduate students in 2008. I was a tutor among a few in a group with an unwavering zeal to academically.
- Well, I never noticed her in the department until she came to our tutorial center – a dilapidated classroom block in one public primary school in Ejirin road, Ijebu-Ode, Southwest Nigeria.
- As God will have it, I was the tutor on roaster, teaching my colleagues a particular topic in the Almighty Mathematics for Economists 1.
- After getting through with solutions to a few quantitative problems, she told me (ko prime) – a slang which meant she doesn’t understand. Immediately she said so, I picked a special interest in her. God so good, She waited till the end of the tutorial session and fortunately, my tutorial coordinator (Tunji Usman) whom was meant to walk her home after the tutorial had another engagement,and was unable to. So, we ended up walking home together.- Thank God he was unable to walk her home, and thanks to him for inviting her to the tutorial.
- One thing led to another, I offered a free but personal tutorial for her in her apartment. She obliged. zn[Thank God, bless me!].We became very good friends. We visited each other at our not so close houses. In 2009, I told her there was a girl I love so much in our department but did not know how to approach her. She offered to help me talk to the girl and asked for her details, but I told her I would take care of it myself. Few weeks later, I told her she was the girl. But she laughed it off and tried to friend zone me.
- When I realized our friendship has gotten so deep and couldn’t resist the feelings I have for her, I gathered enough strength to ask her out officially. Yay! May 20th, 2009, we were in my apartment studying when I went on my knees to ask her out officially.
- She couldn’t believe it. A shiver went down from her head to toe! And when she recovered from my straight-to the point wooing, all she could respond was- “You are not serious. I don’t know what to say.” Ever since we started dating, we had several challenges, and broke up a few times, but whatever is divinely orchestrated will abide. We are the faithfulness of God! We are like a tree planted by the rivers water, which bringeth forth its fruit in its season and whatsoever we do shall prosper.
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I happily sang to the tune from my mobile phone as I walked to the bathroom. I loved my new message alert tune; P-square’s “Ifunanya”. I guess Anthony must have sent another text message. That would mark the fourth message he had sent this evening. I would read it, and possibly send him a reply, but that would be after I’d taken my bath.
I turned the shower on, water splashing on my face to remove every trace of make-up I had put on that evening to lesson. I remained in this position much longer than necessary, as my mind relayed back to me the events of the evening.
It was my first day of attending evening preparatory classes for my JAMB examination which was few months away. I was sure very few people would have gotten as much attention as I got on their first day in that lesson. My beauty made me stand out, so did my intelligence. First subject was Mathematics, and topic was Trigonometrical ratios. The teacher wrote “continued” after the topic. Mr. Remi started with an exercise.
“Who is confident enough to attempt this question” he asked. No hand was raised. I smiled. Though I was not in class when he started the topic, still, it was a topic I knew very well.
“Sir” my left hand was up. I was sure everyone had their heads tilted towards my direction. I was sure I had made an impression with my looks already. This was my opportunity to let them know I had other knowledge aside a good use of make-up.
“New student” he asked. I nodded, confirming I was new. “Come to the board”.
I got a loud round of applause when I had finished. Some boys chose to hit and knock on their desks till I sat down. I also got a handshake. His hand was large. That was my first contact with Anthony.
There was a knock. This time it was on the bathroom door. “Onyi” came a voice from the other side of the door. It was my father. “Onyi, please come out”.
“I’m not through yet” I replied. “Daddy, welcome”. I was sure he had just returned home from work.
“Please, come out. Just for a moment”. His voice as I could hear it sounded shaky. I tied my towel firmly around my body before I opened the door. The sight I beheld almost made me faint.
He threw the towel aside as he laid me on the rugged floor. I didn’t push or struggle, nor did I show any form of resistance. I promised myself I won’t make this look like any typical rape scene. I took his hands off his belt, as he struggled to take it off. He knew what I wanted to do, so he let go. He rests his lips on mine, same time my hands touched his bulge. I closed my eyes, my fingers measuring the length and width of it.
“Stop it. Please, let her go” dad begged. Tears choked his words. He had been crying, as he laid face-down on the rug. Every member of my family had been forced to take this position.
“We’ve given you everything. Please don’t do this”. None of the robbers said a word. Their fists and legs were enough to keep him quiet. I was sure dad needed urgent medical attention. He had been bleeding from his head when I opened the bathroom door.
“Take me to the room” I whispered. I knew either or my parents or possibly my elder brother, David might do something stupid. The consequence of such would be grave. Losing my virginity could not be compared to losing a family member.
“Ok” he whispered back to me. I heard mum let out a shrill cry as he carried me to the room. She must have peeped when she heard Stanley’s footsteps.
I got to know his name. Stanley. He made me scream it as he emptied the content of his lust in me.
“Class, greet.” Okpohoka’s voice filled the classroom.
I raised my head from the book I had been reading. I gasped. I quickly stood up to join the chorus, “Good morning, ma.”
“Good morning. Sit down.” Her voice sounded unique. “Is this Basic 8A?” Miss Adukwu asked.
Her lips moved. I heard her voice, not her words. She’s beautiful, I mused.
“I nó di zi kwo ali?” Isioma, my seat-mate, whispered.
“Ki hai?” I asked. Isioma gave me a queer look. Slowly, he pointed towards the teacher.
“You are Ewere, right?” Miss Adukwu asked.
“Good. A teacher told me you have a good handwriting.”
I nodded again.
“Follow me; I need assistance with some notes.
On a normal day, I would have, but not today, not now. “I’m not feeling well, ma. Stomach pain” I lied. Partly lied. I felt pain, but not in my stomach. I felt a sudden and strange hardness between my legs. I no longer wore pants, so I knew everyone would notice it if I stood up.
I almost cried. Before me was Miss Adukwu—the one I fantasized endlessly about. In my fantasies, we would sit together while I tell her about my people, and our traditions. She didn’t seem pleased when I told her that our girls are cut in their private part just before they are married off.
I was sure there was something mysteriously about Miss Adukwu, the youth corper, who was recently posted to my school: the way she invaded my thoughts and the spell her presence had cast on me. What else could cause such a sudden change in my body, I wondered. Not long after she walked out of the class, normalcy was restored between my legs.
Most ladies spend so much time and energy preparing for a wedding ceremony but very unprepared for just one condition responsible for a formidable union calledSUBMISSION.
The modern day woman has allowed sophistication as a result of sound education and several other factors to make her see herself as equal to a man hence finds it difficult to be extremely submissive and this is one of the triggering factors for a break up. Being fully submissive to your man is one of the greatest secret to longevity of any romantic affair so Lets see what the Quran and Bible has to say concerning the act of submission from the woman.
Al-Tirmidhi 3272 – “When Allah’s Messenger was asked which woman was best he replied, ‘The one who pleases (her husband) when he looks at her, obeys him when he gives a command, and does not go against his wishes regarding her person or property by doing anything of which he disapproves’.”
Ephesians 5:22-24 :Wives, submit to your husbands as to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior. Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything.
No woman has any business with marriage or any serious romantic affair with a man until she is ready to “submit,honor,respect,reverence her husband to the maximum level just as she will respect the lord.Show me a submissive woman and I will show you a peaceful and lasting union.Being submissive does not mean you should obey your man blindly or go against the commandments of GOD neither does it make you a zombie or a mindless person but it means being meek,humble and serene even when you disagree with your man as many times as possible.Believe it or not,no matter how many relationships you get involved in,you will always have issues if you don’t learn how to submit yourself to your man.
And as the man,for whatever reason you choose to marry that lady, if you are not ready to love that woman with her imperfections and without exception with behavior worthy of respect and esteem, always seeking the best for her with an attitude of loving-kindness all the days of your life please don’t propose marriage to her.
GOD commands the man to love the wife and the wife to submit to the husband. Refusal to do this is rebellion against GOD himself.By loving your wife you are honoring GOD and not doing your wife a favor and by submitting to your husband, you are demonstrating an act of obedience to GOD and not to your husband.
I hope this makes sense Then comment Below;
1 . Tell her she’s ‘BEAUTIFUL’ Not hot or Sexy.
Most guys tend to make this mistake, you compliment her by saying she is hot and sexy , wtf? You should only do that with call girls(ashewos),hoes etc.
- Hold her hand, just because you love her.
You should always hold hands with your babe most times, girls at times feel so insecure , i have experience this a lot of times. I and my girl friend took a walk down the street, some guys started whistling trying to get her attention. I held her hand.. You just have to see how she clung on. Hold hands everytime.
- Leave her voice messages to wake up to.
Don’t over do this one ooo..but it works ,Drop a voice message on her whatsapp or facebook messenger.sing her favourite song. And say you love her.do this ones in a month
- Wrestle with her, and let her win.
Girls like to be superior even when they know we are , you can initialize a pillow fight or wrestling with her and let her win[fun huh]?
- Hug her from behind.
You own her, grab her from behind. In the kitchen, while she is doing laundry.etc
- Don’t hang out with your ex when she’s not around. It kills her inside.
This one right here breaks relationship like die. Bruh, dont try it !
- If you talk to another girl,
walkover to her after you’re done
and kiss her.
Gives her the assurance you aint gonna double date or ditch her.
- Write her notes or call her just to say I love you.
- Introduce her to your friends, as your girlfriend/wife.
Bruh if you do this, her head will swell like garri. I assure you. It also gives her the assurance that she is here to stay.
- Play with her hair.
her hair is just like her skin, play with her hair, when she lies down on your laps.
- Pick her up, even when she says no.
You have a car or not Pick her up from work, or school.
- Get upset if she gets unwanted contact from someone else.
Real men will scold their spouse anytime anyday. But dont do this publicly and always, if you do, she will think you are jealous
- Make her laugh,just because you love to see her smile.
Crack jokes. Try to have a good sense of humor.
- Let her fall asleep in your arms.
If she’s mad at you, kiss her,don’t fight back.
I know of girls that can nag like hell, dont get angry if she is mad at you, move close and kiss her when she is still nagging to keep her shut/calm.
- If you care about her, tell her,or else she won’t come back.
Every girl should receive three
presents from her guy:
a teddy bear(she’ll hug it when she goes to sleep),jewelry (she’ll treasure it forever), and one of your shirts (she’ll wear it to bed).
- Treat her the same with your
friends as when you are alone.
- Look her in the eyes and give her your best smile.
She finds this hot, trust me
- Hang out with her on the weekends,because she’s important
Weekends only! Dont over do it, i have my reasons.
Amaka was a beautiful and classy christian lady who had everything going for her. A job in a top shot company with her own office and personal assistant. Her major and only flaw was her dictatorial fiance .Micheal. He was a business man and a choir master in the church they both attended. Her few friends wonder what she saw in him, he dictates what she wears, how she wears them, her friends are not good enough he always says. He finds fault with every thing she does. One fateful evening, Micheal called her and informed her of a three day crusade going on in his neighborhood. She told him she was tired maybe she would attend it tomorrow
Micheal insisted that she should get dressed and come, knowing how persistent he could be she grumpily agreed to attend the crusade that evening.
She quickly showered and got dressed. She picked her car keys and headed out. On the way her car broke down.
She checked her wrist watch and saw that the time was 7.30 pm. She came down from the car and checked the bonnet of the car but couldn’t seem to know what was wrong with it. She attempted to re _start the car several times but got frustrated and came out of the car slamming the door angrily.
She stood looking at the car. The car had chosen to break down in a remote area leading to her fiance’ s hood. There was no one around she could ask for help so she decided to take a short cut route.
She called Micheal to inform him of the unfortunate development and he advised her to take the short cut route.
She ended the call and was about to walk towards the route when she paused. She thought she heard a sound. She became scared and was about to break into a run when she heard the sound again. This time it was clearer. She stood rooted to the spot in shock unable to believe what she just heard. She mentally willed her legs to move but they refused to comply.
She saw herself moving towards the sound. Its force was greater than her strength, she wanted to flee and put it all behind her. She wanted to pretend she didn’t just hear the cry of a baby but the sound of that little helpless voice like a magnet drew her towards the little bush it was coming from.
She walked further, almost breaking into a run following the sound of the little voice. She saw something wrapped in a rags laying in a cartoon. She gently lifted the bundle into her arms. Afraid she might drop him or her.
She looked around but there was no one in sight. She gently placed the bundle on her shoulder and walked as fast as her legs could carry her to Micheal ‘ s house.
All the way there she wondered if she was doing the right thing. She knew nothing about babies, she doesn’t even know who the one she held belonged to or why the mother dumped the poor thing in the first place. A sudden dark thought popped into her head and she tried desperately to push it back to where ever it had come from. What if she was arrested and accused of murdering the mother and stealing the baby. No that’s just too dark a thought.
The gateman opened the gate for her, looking at the child sleeping soundly on her shoulder with curiosity shining in his eyes but he dared not ask. Speaking or even thinking of speaking to his boss’ s woman would be the end of his employment.
He opened the gate for her and went back to his little room. Amaka was about to search for Micheal ‘s keys in her handbag when she remembered that she had left them at home. She thought of asking the gate man if he had a spare key. Just the thought of it sent a chill down her spine. Micheal would have a fit if he knows she dallied (his word)with his help.
She brought out her phone and sent him text messages. Asking him to hurry back that she was at his place. She waited for his reply but when none came, she dialed his number, she heard it rang for some minutes before she saw number busy on the screen of her phone.
The baby whimpered and she patted it on the back. She sat down on the door steps and waited for her Fiance to come. He would know what to do.
At 9.30 pm, Micheal drove in to the compound. She kept up happily. He would do the right thing she thought. He knows the right steps to be taken in this situation.
She walks towards him but stopped short at the expression on his face as he stepped out of the car. She didn’t give him a chance. She hurriedly told him what happened.
He looked at her like she had grown four heads. He walked towards her, and she stepped back in fright. ” Take that thing back to wherever you picked it from!” She didn’t understand. She thought maybe she didn’t hear him well but he continued angrily ” Take that filthy thing in your hand back to whoever you picked it from or we are done!”
She couldn’t believe her ears. How could he be so cruel and unfeeling, she knew he never made an idle threat. She was 34, all her siblings are happily married with kids. She couldn’t afford to do anything to jeopardize her relationship with Micheal.
She was torn. She could easily race back and dump the baby where she picked him from or she could try to help the baby and then what? She owe this child nothing! She wants to be addressed as a Mrs too but what did the bible say about helping others?
Micheal walked past her almost knocking her down. He opened his door and slammed it heavily the sound woke the sleeping baby. The poor thing cried out loud. Amaka stood there uncertain what to do next. To take the baby back to the dump or try to help and risk losing Micheal?
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