From The Blogger's Desk: It Was All Meant To Be (Final Chapter From Sorrows From The Past)

I thought maybe my visitor was a sympathizer who felt pity for me but as she stood there looking at me in disgust, I knew this was never going to be a friendly visit....As soon as she opened her mouth and mentioned her name, immediately I knew she was the cause of my present predicament.

Her husband was one of my money milking machine I had sucked so dry. He took me to almost every trip he makes in and outside the country; Abuja, Port-Harcourt, Enugu, Calabar, Dubai. He was so obsessed with me but all I wanted was the money. He even promised  taking me as his second wife before this strange illness befall on me. I guess he told his wife about it and she decided to strike me down with no mercy.

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From The Blogger's Desk: Sorrows From The Past (Part 4)

I woke up one early morning and I felt  sharp pains on my right stomach, At  first I thought it was my period but when I checked the calender it wasn't time for my monthly visitor. I tired to ignore the pains but the more I do the more I feel pains.

 As if the pain was not enough I started sweating all over me, despite my room's air-condition was o and working perfectly.Immediately I knew something was wrong with me. But what could it be?.

From The Blogger's Desk: Sorrows From The Past (Part 3)

Each time I look back and remember the pains I had pass through all because of love, I feel frustrated and angered... I promised myself never to give my heart to anything that had long tail in-between their legs. Everything I was about to do was strictly business. I had to survive, I had to make up for the lost years while trying to be the good girl.

 I joined the notorious girls on campus. Although it was difficult at first because I couldn't beat up to their standard of expensive designer clothes, shoes, bags, cars and so on.

From The Blogger's Desk: Sorrows From The Past(Contd)

Just as I was lying on my bed thinking, my roommate tapped me on my foot to tell me I have a visitor waiting for me at the door. At first I didn't want to get up because I wasn't in the mood to see anyone.

Reluctantly I stood up from my bed ready to spit venom on the person since I wasn't expecting anyone. Behold my mother was standing at my door, there I felt cold blood running inside me.

 At first I was scared of letting her in because of fears of what she might say to me. I slowly opened the door wide for her to come inside, but then my heart kept pounding harder.

From The Blogger's Desk: Sorrows From The Past

Not my story.....

 Living a life of a broke student was painful, hectic and fun at the same time. But the site of having someone who loves you sends the cool chilling breeze to my heart whenever I think of it. My years in school wasn't that smooth but he made it worth it....He was my lover man and I was his queen of Sheba. I thought love will never find me again but it did....A Love story that touches the heart continues below...

The Blogger's Desk: African Men Mentality Of Marrying A Younger Bride Just To Hurt Their Ex-Wives

I just had to discuss this topic because it's becoming too rampant among old aged African men who divorce or separates from their ex-wives only to jump into the hands of young girls old enough to be their daughter . How can a man who is in his late 50s or 60s, marry a young girl in her 20s?. I heard a man telling his wife, if I divorce you, I will marry a girl 2x younger than you...Like for real??. Yes you can marry Miss World to hurt your ex-wife but time shall tell who laughs last when Hypogonadism (male menopause) comes. Or when the banana can longer hold its balance, then her age-mates will then help you perform your duties..Hehehe

Based On True Experience: From The Blogger's Desk...Edo People And Their Culture!

I am so happy to finally publish my first topic from "A Blogger's Desk". This segment is based on my personal experience as a wife, mother, blogger and business minded person. I will also include stories and experiences from other people based on their permission.I hope to keep up with this weekly post and with your candid comments and support.

Today, I want to talk about my experience based on been married into a culture totally different from mine. I'm pure Igbo but my man is from Edo (Benin)...Funny enough I have not dated any Edo before I met him so I didn't know much about Benin culture.