Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Tuesday, 12 February 2019

Single Girls Gist: My Best Valentine’s Day Experience,


Cover for My Best Valentine's day Experience


                                          My Best Valentine’s Day Experience,

                                           Let’s Make This One Count!


Hi dear, its Valentine’s day in two days’ time and this one, I am particularly excited about because I am switching things up a little. I am tired of waiting for a guy to whisk me to some romantic island to celebrate this day or gift me something that will leave me speechless, so this time around, I would like to make some ladies day special.

Before I get into my plans for my single ladies, let me share my Best Valentine’s day experience with you. This is not one of those posts where I hide behind the curtains of a fiction story, No. It is my experience and one that I am proud to have had and do not mind sharing with you. If my story resonates with you, please do not hesitate to say so in the comment section below.

There are rules to this post – Do not judge me, so you will not be judged (I hope that is bribe enough *lol*), listen to the points and pick out lessons from it. If you are a regular reader of my posts, you already know the need for these rules but if this is your first time reading my blog, you are about to have an interesting ride.

A little background will be apt. Love has

Tuesday, 13 February 2018

Single Girls Gist 7:

The best Valentine's day Recipe: Reduce the pressure on the brother

The Best Valentine’s Day Recipe (2):

                                           Reduce the pressure on the brothers!

 Hi dear, so yet another Valentine’s day is upon us, actually, it is tomorrow; Oh gosh, that’s too close!

Let me start by saying that this is not one of those posts where I preach to you on how Valentine’s day is more about giving to the poor and less privileged. Nah! I have lived long enough on earth to know that Saint Valentine did a honorable job with giving to and caring for the poor and we sincerely appreciate him for that. In our century, however, we have long realized that we have the remaining 353 days to give to the poor and make them feel special; so how about we take out just one day, Valentine’s day, to show the ‘special someone’ in our lives just how special they are to us. Ladies, if you feel me, hit the subscribe button, so we can rub minds more often!

Tuesday, 27 June 2017

Chronicles of Juju

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Episode 13
Saturday morning and I was all packed up for the weekend getaway with Paul. I was certainly in the worst mood yesterday, so the only thing I was sure of, was the fact that we were going to a beach house in Ilashe for the weekend.

Wednesday, 31 May 2017

Chronicles of Juju

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Episode 11
Oh gosh, what on earth was Tunji doing here? I thought to myself as I came out of my car to open the gate to my apartment to drive in. He came out of his car immediately he

Tuesday, 16 May 2017

Tuesday, 9 May 2017

Chronicles of Juju

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Episode 9
My home, my fancy clothes, my boxes, me... all check. Then in Tunji's car, headed for his place. As we approached the gate to his house, I felt all forms of twitchings in my belle

Tuesday, 11 April 2017

Chronicles of Juju

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Episode 6

The hangout certainly wasn’t normal this day. A strange coldness hung in the air of the room, it felt like we were hanging out with angels and needed to act like zombies; not saying a word, just staring at each other. We had been in this seating room for an hour, thirty-five minutes and had not said more than six sentences altogether. It was obvious some things had been said behind me. I was sure they all knew about

Tuesday, 21 March 2017

Tuesday, 7 March 2017

A Match Made in Heaven

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The intent was clear enough to her as she aimed her father’s Smith & Wesson .38 caliber revolver at squeezed once more. Splattered on the white wall of their bedroom was the bloody brain of someone she her husband