Monday, November 12, 2007
Passion's Story, Part IV
"Joke, are you listening to me? Sola is not pregnant! At least not by me..."
"What do you mean she is not pregnant, I spoke with her
We were laid up in bed legs wrapped around each other.
Wait? How did I move from burning bed to having sex with my husband? Well let me gist you now?
So, after the whole yelling match downstairs, I went to my bedroom and began throwing all of his stuff into bags. I was determined to throw him out. He came upstairs when he heard all the banging and started begging me and taking his stuff out of the bags. By now I am crying and hysterical. He grabs me and flings me on the bed. We wrestled for a while and then we ended up kissing and well...Since this isn't my erotica blog I leave the rest to your imagination.
Yes, I am all for women's rights but I love my husband and I love my marriage and furthermore he is a good lay. You know what I mean ladies! Nigerian men and their maneuvering techniques. Afterwards I realize what I have done and am angry again. But this time we begin talking.
"Joke, you remember after our last child was born, you said you didn't want any more children. I told you that I didn't want you to tie your tubes. Well I got a vasectomy. So if Sola is pregnant it isn't by me."
"Look, you don't have to lie to me, how could you get a vasectomy and I didn't know?"
"Joke! I am not lying. I am not the only man that Sola sleeps with! Ask the husbands of your other friends. She is the "mistress" of many men."
"But her husband..."
"That wasn't Sola's husband! That man brought Sola to the U.S.! She has been lying to you people oh! That man is one big time chief in Nigeria. Those children are Sola's granted. But that man was not her husband. He has returned to his three wives."
As we continue to play and later my husband falls asleep. I am wondering if I have just been conned. Something about this story doesn't sit well with me so I began investigating it myself.
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Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Passion's Story Part III
I froze at that comment.
You are pregnant? What do you mean you are pregnant? Who is the father?
She just stared at me from her fallen state and then she smiled. "Your husband"
I had two thoughts waring in my mind. Should I beat her until she looses the baby or should I just let her suffer. Does she think my husband will leave me for her. I am passion? I write people's stories this kind of wahala and foolishness does not happen to me!
She crawled her way off the floor and managed to find a seat amid the shoves from the other women. Yetunde could not even contain herself.
"Asewo and husband snatcher. You could not fuck him enough and leave you had to go and ge yourself pregnant eh? Do you think that Joke's husband will leave her for you? Foolish girl. Woh! Joke is very nice oh! Ka ni pe it was me...hm! I would have beaten the living daylights out of your body. What kind rubbish baby is this..."
I had to calm her down and tell the ladies it was time to leave before they beat her round two. As we were leaving I said "If I ever see you near my family or my husband you are dead"
As I drove home, my phone was ringing none stop. It was my wayward husband. I didn't reply. I got home and sat in the driveway for a while. I had to calm my nerves or I would end up murdering him. How dare he lie in my bed every night and tell me he loves me and then be sleeping with that prostitute. Eh? Nonsense!
When I walked in the door he was right there waiting
"Where have you been? I have been worried! You did not tell me you would be with the girls tonight..." He was yelling but I could tell he was nervous
"Where have you been?" I asked
"I have been at home"
"Really? You didn't by any chance go out with Sola? You didn't by any chance stop by her house and let her fuck you?"
"Joke, is it me you are addressing like this?
"Of course. Who else. You are about to have a baby with that goat and I should be addressing you a different way?"
"What are you talking about? Sola isn't pregnant!"
"Right! and I am not Joke! She is pregnant with your child and you have been sleeping with her. I just came from there."
"I will not deny we have been messing around, but she is not pregnant! And look at you talking like you don't do your own, when you go to Nigeria or any other one of your trips."
" I will tell you now, If you so much as think of seeing that rat again, you will suffer...Don't think that this is over oh! You will regret the day you cheated on me, Joke!!!!"
" Joke, do not address me in this manner! I am your husband..."
"SINCE WHEN? SINCE WHEN HAVE YOU BEEN MY HUSBAND! HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN? THE HUSBANDS DUTY WHICH YOU GLADLY SHARE WITH OTHER WOMEN AND DENY ME? OKOBO Oshi!!!"
"Eh! Me? Okobo! Joke! YOU WILL GET A DIRTY SLAP IF YOU DO NOT DESIST FROM THESE UNNECESSARY INSULTS"
"SLAP ME! JUST TRY AND SLAP ME AND THEN YOU WILL FIND OUT HOW GOOD JOKE IS! JUST TRY AND SLAP ME! ODE OSHI! YOU THINK BECAUSE YOU ARE A MAN YOU CAN JUST WALK IN HERE WITH YOUR PENIS SWINGING LEFT AND RIGHT AND JUST STICK IT ANYWHERE YOU LIKE? EH? YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN JUST DO WHATEVER AND HAVE BABIES ACROSS THE WAY AND I JOKE! WILL PUT UP WITH YOU? YOU ARE HIGHLY MISTAKEN!!!"
" I AM THE MAN OF TH HOUSE...'
"SINCE WHEN? YOU BARELY COME HOME BECAUSE YOU ARE THAT HARLOTS HOUSE AND NOW ALL OF A SUDDEN YOU ARE THE MAN OF THE HOUSE! LET ME WARN YOU RIGHT NOW! IF YOU SO MUCH AS BRING THAT WOMAN NEAR MY CHILDREN I WILL CUT YOUR SWINGING PENIS OFF! DON'T SLEEP WITH YOUR EYES CLOSED OH!"
"SOLA ISN'T PREGNANT! SHE LIED AND YES I HAVE BEEN SLEEPING WITH HER...
"WHAT ABOUT HER OWN FAMILY! YOU COULDN'T FIND SOME LITTLE GIRL TO PUT YOUR PLEASURE ON AND CALL MISTRESS. YOU HAD TO RUIN ANOTHER MAN'S FAMILY. WHAT ABOUT HER OWN CHILDREN!"
"Listen Joke, you are obviously upset let us sit down and talk....
"TALK? THERE IS NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT. YOU LISTEN TO ME YOU BIG TIME WHORE! IF AND WHEN YOU ARE READY TO LEAVE, THE DOOR IS WIDE OPEN. BUT IF YOU MESS AROUND WITH ANY OF MY FRIENDS AGAIN! WOH! THE KIND OF MASACARE THAT WILL OCCUR IS NOT EVEN MENTIONABLE. AND LET ME JUST WARN YOU NOW! IF YOU LEAVE ME, PASSION!, YOU WILL SEE! YOUR LIFE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN. HOW DARE YOU CHEAT ON ME! AFTER ALL OF YOUR NONESENCE THAT I HAVE PUT UP WITH. JUST KNOW THAT THE BURNING BED IS NOT JUST A MOVIE, IT IS A TRUE STORY OH!"
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Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Passion's Story Part II
She was just standing there looking scared.
Yetunde, one of my friends from SACPII said "Are you going to slap her or should I?"
"Don't worry Yetty, I will slap her myself"
"Slap me for what?"
Lola responded "for being a husband snatcher! ASEWO oshi!"
She backed into the house and the yelling begin. Orisi risi insults! ranging from husband snatcher to okobo to adoko to asewo. Even some insults I have never heard were rained on her that night. The she made the mistake of telling me that the reason I can't keep my husband is because I am frigid. Me! Passion!!!!
Okay have you read my other blog, you would know that I am not frigid. Emi?
Before she could say Solomon Grundy, I had bitch slapped the stupid girl across the face. Next thing you know we are rolling around fighting. She pulled my breast and ripped my VS bra, omo, I just dazed her and kept slapping her and punching her. Then she started yelling "not my stomach please, not the baby". I guess I didn't hear her until Lola had pulled me off of her body.
She was crying and holding her stomach, and saying "not the baby, please?"
"What baby?" I was so out of breathe from the show down I could barely get the words out
"I am pregnant"
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Saturday, September 22, 2007
Passion's Story
Yes my fans, it has been a while since you have heard from me
I have been dealing with my own drama. The last few years have been hard but these last two months have been the hardest.
Well... I plan to post about the trials of my life, I have so many that everyday will be a new post.
My name is Joke.
Not to be confused with joke as most americans upon seeing it seem to feel they should call me. I am no joke. And I have spent my whole 35 years proving that. My best friend is about to marry my husband. What should I do? That is right friends, Passion is Joke Bami-------.
It started off funny, you know when you get hit with this information that your bestfriend who you have known since grade school is fucking your husband. You think. Impossible!!! And then you laugh it off as something impossible. Well people it is possible. And since my name is "No" Joke! I have but one word combined to solidify my emotions "BITCH SLAP!!!" I mean two words. but hey it is one action.
Let me get to the meaty gritty of the matter.
Four months ago. I was at dinner with my friends who we call "Sex and the City Phase II" We went to the same college in Nigeria (OAU) same high school in Nigeria (ISI) same primary school in Nigeria (Staff school, ibadan). We have the same type of husband " rich, medical doctor (or lawyer), respected etc). The same type of parents (rich and very well to do). We basically are four girls tha grew up together. Our parents have been friends since before we could bat an eye. We married well, moved to the states with our husbands, established ourselves in the community. Everyone recognizes us as the happening mama's .We each have boys (I have two and one girl) and well we are ready to keep being young.
I mean two months ago I was in Paris with Sola shopping tha stupid ho!!!
Anyway, I have a business on the side. I import Italian wears for women in Nigeria. And over here in the states, I am a specialist! At what you might ask? at living in my upscale apartment and being a happening mama.
Okay I digress. So four months ago the SACPII women were eating and then my phone rings. It is one of my many spies that is calling. Okay let me back it up. Lately my husband has been acting funny. He doesn't come home on time and he gives all these foolish excuses. I also noticed that my friend Sola seems a little distracted around me of late. But I never put two and two together to make one. I always thought it was two different things. So i was eating with my ladies and my phone rings. I had set Mariam, one of my little girls that was learning the trade of being "amazing like me" to watch my husband's dealings. Anyway, he was parked in front of my friend Sola's house. Eh? I said " where did you say he was parked?" like joke like joke oh! or better in yoruba bi ere bi ere ni mo pe oh!
Mariam said she was sitting in the car in front of the house. Well it made sense to me. My birthday was coming up so maybe they were planning to celebrate it at her house. Afterall, that made sense. I told Mariam to go home and jus forget the whole thing. I was happy.
Two months later my foolish behind flew this stupid lady with me to Paris for some rest and relaxation and some big party that one of my childhood friends Chief was having. Cheif is another problem. She is rightfully a husband snatcher. No many of her own she has four kids by four different men in Nigeria. All her children know thier fathers. And well lets just say she gets money and riches just to keep her big mouth shut. She never wanted to marry any of these men just live in luxury. So she was throwing a 35 year birthday party and I flew this stupid girl with me to Paris. We had fun, but whenever her phone rang she would quickly answer and run to the bathroom and shut the door. Finally I asked her "haba, Sola why are you doing your husband like this oh?"
She got really scared look on her face, I should have guessed that she was scared because she thought I had cornered her cheating but, but no, I thought she was scared because I had caught her cheating on her husband. She began to cry and apologise. I said "don't apologise to me, your husband is in America and you are here in Paris pretending to be with me when you are cheating on your husband. My husband is faithful and he trusts me that I am faithful to. You better stop sleeping around. You have a good marriage and good children. What more can a woman ask for? eh? Do you want to end up like Chief who has four different men plotting to kill her and is afraid to go to Nigeria? has four different children and has to surround herself with luxury so she doesn't realize she is really an expensive prostitute? eh?" See me oh! Joke giving advice to the imbecile. She just sat there and listend and said she would change. Sola's husband on return to America packed up the kids and moved them to Nigeria to be closer to his ailing mother. She decided to stay behind and help sort out what she said was "family matters like selling the house etc" I knew she was staying behind to be sleeping with her sugar daddy.
Anyway, so, three nights ago, I was at home and my husband hadn't come home. I called his cell phone no answer. I went to his job, he wasn't there. Finally I decided to call my friend Sola to just vent about my husband's disappereance. I called her house phone and there was no answer. I called her cell phone and my husband picked up!.
I didn't know it at the time tha it was my husband. I said, can I speak to Sola, and he said, who is this? There is a way your mind tells you that something is wrong before your heart lets you agree on the reality of what is wronge. I asked who is this? he had the audacity to say his name. I hung up! My own husband! in bed with my friend. I quickly jumped in my car and drove to her house and waited. The foolish girl shows up at her door with my foolish husband and she kisses him goodbye then he drives away and she goes back into the house. I call the other sex and city women and we begin our attack on this stupid girl.
The first thing you have to remember is that I am Passion. I am not some little girl that some man can come and be messing with. Did you ready Passion's story Part I? If you didn't you need to go back and read it because tha will break down where I am coming from. I know men are not that great of creatures, unable to keep thier pants zipped up. I mean I use my body and my cunning to get what I want, so for some small man that I made a big man to come and be treating me like shit, eh! Never! But I cannot be mad at only him now, sebi my little stupid friend is the one uselessing herself!
Haba!
I got my forces together and we went knocking on her door. She answered and looked worried.
"Joke, did you call me? I see a missed call on my phone, is everything okay?"
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Saturday, June 16, 2007
Baby Steps II
My husband and I are happily married.
At least that is what everyone else thinks. We go to Nigerian functions dressed alike and dressed to kill. Everyone that sees us thinks we are the perfect couple. We throw large parties and attend with big cars and a big flare. Every and any reason to be seen we are there. People know us as "Bimbo and Tosin"** but we are not really happy. Not all that glitters is gold. One of my girlfriends told me that she would love to have my relationship. I mean I give marital advice etc. But my marriage is hanging by a thread.
Help me oh
We were young when we walked down the aisle. I was a high school graduate and he was a college graduate. Five years age gap and yet we were in love. Bimbo paid my tuition and I went to college and got a nursing degree. Then I started working for him to go through medical school. We later filed papers for all our siblings and parents to come to the U.S. We own a big house near D.C. We have no children. That is the main reason our marriage is breaking down.
We were so busy with careers and getting established we didn't make babies. Bimbo and I have been to so many baby showers and have become the godparents of so many nieces and nephews but we don't have any of our own. Why? I am afraid to get pregnant again.
Our first pregnancy lasted four months. I was pregnant and things were great and then we went for a check up and the Dr. said that I wasn't pregnant but growing a tumor. It was a shock. My stomach was getting big and the test had said it was a pregnancy and now this. I had the operation and life moved on. We tried to get pregnant again, this time we were successful. We were having twin girls. Unfortunately on December 5 2003, I was in a car accident where a big trailer collided with the car in front of the one I was driving. Before I could break, my car rammed into the car in front of me causing me to suffocate. The next thing I remember, I am waking up to my husband crying. I ask him what happened, he couldn't speak. The doctor tells us that one of the babies is dead and the other one is dying, they have to induce labor. I gave birth to one dead baby and two days later the other one died.
We decided to not try for a few more years and work on getting through the emotional tragedy as best we could. But our relationship was strained. My husband had an affair and well, we began counselling. I stopped trusting him and let's just say that my lack of trust is what is killing our marriage. Did I mention his mother never liked me? Every pregnancy I have had since the stillborns, have been miscarriages. Someone said his mother is eating my baby's because she is a witch. That is still left to be seen. But I know that someday, if it is God's will I will have a baby. Meanwhile my husband and I continue to have sex for procreation purposes only after which he retires to his own bedroom, and I cry alone in mine. What a miserable life. What should I do?
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Baby Steps I
I am dying....
What a way to start a letter right? I am dying! Wow! I have finally confirmed it today and the fight is over. Sitting in that chair in the Dr.s office, listening to them tell it,
"You have six months left, if at all...we can try and ease the transition, the pain..." I zoned out everything else. I am 28 years old and I am dying of breast cancer. What kind of legacy have I left behind? What will happen to my baby, what will happen to by husband? What will this world be without me? Will my death matter at all? These are all the questions that plague my mind and I sit here in my bed propped up with a million pillows, thousands of flowers surrounding me in my 1.2 million dollar home. All of these and more don't matter. I am going to die.
I remember growing up in a very dysfunctional household. My father was never there for most of my childhood. My first memory of him was being thrown in the air and feeling like I would crash on the ground, being caught again. Even though my parents marriage was shaky, my father and mother dotted on me, the only girl and last born. My two older brothers also spoiled me with affection. From the outside things seemed good but on the inside things were rough. My father was a rage-aholic. And being in Nigeria, people don't usually diagnose disorders. He beat on my mother for no reason. We could be having a wonderful family meal and because my mother didn't pass the rice or soup on time, he could go from laughing to slapping her in a minute. Some nights I would crawl into my brothers bed and we would all just huddle there until the noise and screams from my parents room would die down. The next morning, daddy would be gone and mommy would be left explaining the "urgent" business that took him away. We all pretended like the bruises, cuts and emergency room visits were just "accidents".
My mother died August 12, 1990 a day before my eleventh birthday. My father was at home and in a foul mood. I remember it like it happened just yesterday. Mommy was going to throw me a birthday party. Daddy came home and said there would be no party. That night the noise at first was my mom crying and saying "please don't, not tonight, the children will hear...please" then it got quiet, I was awakened by my mother screaming for help. My siblings and I ran out to the hall and saw my father dragging my mother down the hall. "you think you can deny me?" he kept yelling over and over again. "I will show you I am a man" and with that he started punching and kicking her. She was screaming at us children to go to our rooms. I think she was ashamed or scared he would hurt us. My older brother intervened, or at least attempted to. My father then attacked him. He looked crazy. I didn't recognize him and for the first time I was scared for my life. He grabbed my brother by the neck with both hands, lifted him up and began to choke him. My mother lost her mind then. She jumped on my fathers back and began to scream, scratch and punch. She was pounding so hard on him to let my brother go. My other brother "Olu" jumped in and then my father dropped my brother grabbed my mother and smashed her head into the wall.
I will never forget that sound.
It was like when you pop a bag full of water. Not necessarily a splash but...hmmmm a crack gurgling sort of sound. My mother crumbled with her eyes wide open looking dead at me, and we all just got quiet. My father started to shake my mother, trying to wake her up and then he was crying. He turned to my brother and said "look what you did, you killed your mother!"
I don't remember how the rest of the story played out but my uncle from Texas came and got us children. He was unmarried and well, he loved his sister. We grew up in Texas and my uncle was the father I never had. We loved him and when he got married in 2000 we loved his new wife as well. I later found out the reason he had never married was because he was impotent, so we are the children he never had.
I got married in 2002 to the love of my life. We had met when I was in high school and continued our relationship well into college and at the age of 23, I married the love of my life. Starting out wasn't easy. My hubby the dreamer had big dreams of establishing his own company and he went about doing just that. By 2005 we had made it big and were featured in many magazines. He was named in the top 50 successful Black men in Ebony one year. I was a homemaker and a social worker. I got a degree in Social work to help other children that are in abusive homes find good homes. I had plans to go to law school and be a Child Advocate, however, that will not be the case.
A year ago I found out I had breast cancer. I routine check up showed a small lump growing in my breast. The doctors removed it and I went through Chemotherapy. I was good to go. Then a month ago I went back and the doctor said the words "it has come back". We began treatment and found it has spread into my chest cavity. My lungs etc now had cancer. I have never smoked, I don't drink, I am healthy eater and exercise (including yoga) twice a day. I hiked in Europe, I go backpacking and tenting in Wyoming. My husband and I run in marathons. I flew to NY and ran in the Breast Cancer walk that they had. And now I have 6 months to go...
And as I lay here, eating sherbet and looking at my little girl sleeping, all I can think about is my mother and how very soon, I will see her...was my life really worth it? Did her sacrifice pay? will she be happy when she sees me?
I told my husband yesterday, to make sure he finds the right mother for our daughter. Someone who will be willing to lay down their life for her. He said "no one can ever replace you" Hmmm! Wait till I am an angel and catch him fucking another woman in my bed! Why am I cracking jokes this is serious. Oh well...Baby Steps right? Every day is a Baby Step to the end...So, Passion, Keep entertaining us with your stories jare...
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Tuesday, May 22, 2007
What is it?
I don't know what it is about Soji that first drew me to him. But I do know that he has become the reason that my life is what it is. I am not going to put the full blame on him afterall it takes two to tango, but then again, I am in love. And I know love makes you do strange things.
You know how you move in the same circle of friends for a while and then friendship just leads to relationship. I have known Soji since I was 5. He moved in right next door to me with his family in Staten Island. Anyone that knows Staten Island knows that it is saturated with Nigerians. Soji and I were friends. Through all the grades we were always in the same class. When I went to High School, Soji would go with me. He later moved to Texas in tenth grade with his family. Not before we snuck into his parents bed and had sex. I wanted to stop being a virgin and he wanted to have sex.
Soji and I had a few unprotected encounters and by tenth grade when his family was moving, we were sex buddies. Unfortunately, I found out I was pregnant around this time. My parents were devasted, I wasn't allowed to have an abortion but was quickly sent to my Aunty in Virginia. I had my precious daughter and was shipped back without her to my parents in NY. The next few years were a blurr. I was in high school making excellent grades and my daughter was in Virginia with my mother's sister. We only saw each other on vacations and even then I was referred to as "Aunty Bunmi". Can you imagine? My Aunty was called mommy. It was weird because the baby looked so much like Soji.
The next time we would meet, Soji came to NY for a party with some friends. We bumped into each other at a club. He didn't recognize me because he hadn't seen me in so long. But I recognized him because I saw his face everytime I got a chance to see my daughter. I was already in my Junior year of College. He was with his guys and I walked over asked him if he was Soji. He said yeah, and then I told him who I was. He was so happy to see me he grabbed and hugged me tight. Soji had grown into a very fine looking man and I was not a bad catch either. We started drinking and talking and one thing led to another. I ended up with my legs behind my head in his hotel room.
Foolish me!
THe whole time Soji was in town, the whole two weeks, I would leave class and meet up with him. We had great sex! It was the best I had had in a long while. And unlike when we were kids he actually knew what he was doing. He made me feel alive. After he left we promised to keep in touch. At first I didn't mind so much that I was his holiday lay but since I had his child, I was beginning to regret not telling him. Soji called me a few times and that was that. AFter about four months of missing my period, I decided to check again and boom, I was pregnant.
I didn't know what to do. I tried to keep it hidden and didn't want to abort. I didn't want to tell Soji because it would almost be like entrapment. I didn't know how to get myself out of the mess and I was scared if I had an abortion I wouldn't ever be able to have kids agian. Part of that whole scare tactic that NIgerian parents use.
Anyway, after the eighth month, I got kicked out of the dorm and rented an apartment. i told my parents it was becauase I was drinking. My mother came to visit saw my stomach, called my father and then the dissappointment started again. I had my second daughter at the age of 20. She was born April 8. I will never forget because when I gave birth to her, both my parents were in the hospital. They actualy supported me through labor and delivery and my daughter commmenced living with my parents. I was called Aunty Bunmi again and she called my parents mommy and daddy. She had Soji's hair and face but her eyes and temperment were all mine
Fastforward, I have two girls who call different people Daddy and Mommy by the same guy. Third year of Medical School. I bump into Soji again. This time he is with his girlfriend. He was so happy to see me and introduced me to her. He said they were in town visiting her parents. We did the usual call me sometime. Two days later, Soji and I meet up for dinner. His girl had flown back early to catch work on Monday. I don't know why Soji stayed all I know is I had sex with him again. I think I am addicted and don't know what to do. He stayed for two days and returned to Houston. This time I was sure to be on birth control. This time no more accidents. I told myself.
Soji and I kept up our friends with benefits relationship. Once his girlfriend was out of town and I flew to Houston and we fucked all over thier apartment. I was the other woman. And his baby's mama. Of course with all the sex, I had no time for school and had to retake my third year of medical school. I graduated and got a job at a hospital in Texas. Great! Now we saw each other on a regular basis. He soon broke it off with the girl and we began a relationship. I realize that I have been in love with him in some form my whole life.
We are getting married September 1, 2007. Should I tell him he has two daughters? What should I do?
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Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Softly Softly
Dear Passion:
I hate your blog. All it does is expose what is wrong with our culture. Why can't you write some happy stories about people whose lives have changed and have been positively affected by marriage and relationships. You use the blog world as a way to proclaim your negativity. I mean, are you even real? Are your stories really real? I doubt it. Take for instance the story of the lady with AIDS. There is no way that story is real. Then why would you post it if not to continue to tout your hatred for the institution of marriage. What have you personally against marriage and relationships that makes you a judge and allows you to point out flaws in every one's life. Personally, I have read your stories and find them disturbing and uncalled for. If you have nothing positive to say, then why blog? I have read your personal blog as well, and find it disgusting with your sexual exploits posted all over the web. I only hope that God can forgive you and I am praying for divine intervention on your behalf. Your sexual perversion and stories of cheating on your husband in your other blog are just the reason why you decide to continue to exploit broken homes and disturbed marriages. You need to do "therapy" on your own home and marriage and fix your own problems before you start preaching to the rest of the Nigerian community. These stories a gross misrepresentation of our culture, beliefs and values and I am going to start a blog based on petitioning to bring your blog down. You represent everything that is wrong with this country and the liberties it grants its citizens. Why couldn't you blog about something positive? Eh?
A fellow Nigerian who cares
About the preservation of culture
Dear fellow Nigerian who cares...:
Thank you for that extended email. Let me start off by saying that the beauty of the United States is the freedom of speech. Unlike Nigeria, where people like you get to rule and govern other people's language and dialogue. Monitoring the way information is passed and what information is passed, this government allows for freedom of speech. You have an option to come here and read the stories or just be on your merry way. Other's read and put their own comments. What then is your business whether it is real or fake. Unfortunately, because you find yourself perhaps dissatisfied in your mindless, meaningless life, you choose to pick on little old me. I am also surprised that you have such strong emotions as hate towards my blog. It is an inanimate self expression. You have issues of resentment and smallness of the mind that need to be addressed with a therapist. I feel more pity for you than I do for those that send me their stories. That is what they are honey! Stories! True or not, it is not up to me to decide. I post the emails I recieve and that is that.
I don't know how you found my "other blog" but it is private. Those who have been there know that the stories are mere insights into fantasies that I have. I have an option to share those fantasies or keep them hidden. I choose to share but to a select group of people.
Whether the stories are true or not, they are stories. And if you choose not to read then don't but don't use your small-narrow mindedness and confuse that with standing up for a cause. Honey, You have to much time on your hands to start a blog petitioning for me to be pulled off the web. I wish you all the best and better yet, I hope you come back and read some more. Hopefully, it will help you become more object and see the idiocy of your ways.
Passion
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