For the pear’s

2015 is probably the most eventful year of my life. A lot happened. I gained, i lost, i grew, and most importantly learned soo much personally and from people around me. I got to write a short comedy skit and it has over 50,000 views on YouTube ( i don’t mean to gloat),  I got to work with four different magazine’s, and Yawa got nominated for the AMVCA’s (African Magic Viewers Choice Awards). A lot happened and Here are the top 15 lessons i learned this year.

THE POWER OF DUA
  The only place and time i felt genuine comfort whenever i felt down was on a prayer mat while i had a heart to heart with Almighty Allah. Putting my trust and the mystery of what the future holds in his hands, has made me live life differently and helped me be a better person

FOREVER IS EQUIVALENT TO 3 MONTHS.
   whenever a person say’s forever, they might mean a week or two, a month or half a year or in some rare occasions, forever might actually mean forever.

IT’S OKAY TO PUT YOUR SELF FIRST.
  It is very okay to put your happiness first in almost everything you do.

MAN PROPOSES, GOD DISPOSES.
  Every failure is a blessing in disguise. Never question what Allah has planned for you.

DON’T WASTE 3 YEARS OF YOUR LIFE WAITING ON SOMEONE WHO AIN’T SH**T.
  
SELF LOVE IS EVERYTHING.
It all begins with loving yourself, seeing you for the beautiful masterpiece you are will take you far.

MY SOUP GAME TOO STRONG.
  Thanks to everyone who shared their recipe’s  and helped increase my wife material to 1000 yards.

IT’S “JALABIYA” NOT “JALAMIYA”

   I recently discovered I’ve been saying it all wrong my whole life. It took loosing a bet to get the pronunciation right.

YOU CAN LOVE SOMEONE BUT NOT BE IN LOVE WITH THEM
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  Until two days ago, this sentence made absolutely no sense. Then leemah took it upon herself to explain.

WE ARE NOT GOING TO BE AROUND FOREVER.
      I mean, I’ve always known this part of life, loosing someone is very inevitable in our individual journey. But i never really thought about it from this angle. Something as trivial as flu can take the person you love the most away forever, leaving you with so many unsaid words.

I CAN SUCCESSFULLY MAKE A LUMP FREE PAP
   Yeah! That’s right, i can make a lump free Kunu Tsamiya.

THE ART OF FORGIVING
    It’s actually easier than you think. Stay positive, remember how imperfect we all are, remember no one is above mistakes, turn the table’s and judge as if it were you in the particular circumstance.

JOHANNES WOJUOLA TOBI IS FOREVER MY DAY ONE.
    Lord knows how many times I’ve let him down, but he keeps pushing and encouraging me to be a better leader and  a better person at heart. P.s you remain the smartest person your age i know and you are also the biggest pain in the ass.

GETTING WITH YOUR BESTFRIEND IS A TERRIBLE IDEA.
   It’s all fun and bliss until thing’s go south and the awkwardness goes 100 and you become stranger’s with someone you considered family.

IT’S OKAY TO LOOSE
    I never really understood what it meant to loose and still be a winner at the same time. Up until this year i thought loosing was the criteria for a failure. But i was totally wrong. My Team and i got this job exactly a year ago, our delivery was rather discouraging and our client was disappointed, We went back 9 month’s later. This time, we were stronger and better, the same client took us back, gave us another opportunity and we slayed. They are looking forward to working with us in 2016.

2015 has been an amazing year for me. I’m very grateful to everyone who made this year what it is. I appreciate everyone and respect the individual roles they played. Thanks to those who supported me, believed in me, sent prayers, Trusted me, made me laugh, lied to me, and to everyone who helped share my work, thanks for helping me grow.

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Season’s greetings beautiful people.

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Kinky Fifty something (second part)

He told me what each was used for, when and how it was going to be used, and what would warrant him to use them. I watched in total amusement. My knowledge of Dom/sub is from the movie FOSG, which i thought was somewhat cool. Excitement crawled up on me as i thought of being tied up and spanked. There i was two weeks ago thinking  I’d seen and done it all. He got up and walked towards me in a slow but rather dramatic manner, he began to kiss me, then put the blindfold on, while he secured the blindfold he refused to let me touch him. Did he think he was Christian Grey? It was frustrating well because I’m used to being in control, i used to be the one wearing the boss pants. He asked that i be silent and not touch him, then he started to take my clothes off, slowly teasing me with his fingers. My excitement climaxed, adrenaline rushing through my veins, i just couldn’t wait for the next step. There i was butt naked before Frank, all i heard were foot steps, it killed me that i didn’t know where he was and what he was doing. He held my hand as he ushered me into another room, i guess it was his bedroom, with every step i took, lust filled my soul. We finally stopped walking and he instructed i get on my knees, legs spread, wrists together behind my back. He tied my hands with what felt like leather as he tightened the bindings until i could barely twist my hands.. A part of  me was more than terrified and i kept on thinking there was a possibility Frank was about to use me for some sort of sacrifice. The greater part of me wanted to stay till the end. So i went with the greater part of me that chose to stay.

He then said from that moment on i was going to refer to him as sir, talk only when i was asked and for every time i defy his instructions he’d give he five whips of the cane he showed earlier. He said a Dom’s role was to give a sub what she needed and that was exactly what he was going to do. At that point i was so wet i felt my juice slide by my thighs. I felt something soft work through my ear to my breasts then my midriff area all the way to my wet self, it tickled in a way that got me turned on. I could feels Frank’s breath on my neck as his hand’s made to loosen up the blind fold. The dim lights from the chandelier was all i had, Frank looked years younger. I wanted him and i wanted him with immediate urgency, i felt like my life depended on him tossing himself inside me.

Damn it! Frank, how long are you going to torture me for? He stood right there above me, as i fell to the floor in utmost frustration. He knelt beside me and whispered in my ears ” you broke the rule’s sweetheart”, remember what happens when you do?” His voice was smooth, like water laced with ecstasy. The cane landed on my behind, the sound echoing in my ears as i tried to understand what just happened. SWAT! And three more spanks followed suit. A brief image of my mum beating the hell out of me with her two mouthed koboko when i came last in primary 4 clouded my memory right before i got back to reality. But this pain was different, i enjoyed it, even though my back side felt like a thousand needles were pricking at once. I cried out in pleasure and mostly pain. He then gently caressed my behind before helping me back up to my kneeling position. He sounded like a total stranger when he requested i follow orders to avoid more pain. I thought it was funny that he was giving order’s, he sounded like some power crazed politician. Laughing was a bad idea as he didn’t find it funny and it seemed to upset him. But i heard him laugh with me as i felt something feathery stroke my breast, it felt soo good , i could feel my nipples rise,  then a harsh whip followed suit. I let out a loud cry as the whip landed on my breast the second time. It was probably the most painful thing my breast’s ever felt, but it was bitter sweet pain, i loved and at the same time hated it.

” i love me an obedient woman Kokoma, and you are going to be an obedient woman for daddy”  he allowed one hand rest on my head.
My wants rose from zero to hundred then vice versa in thirty seconds. How could he go all daddy on me?  I allowed a small smile escape my lips to hide my frustration. I decided to play along. Excerpts from FSOG came to my head as  His questions snapped me out of my stray thoughts “do you understand?” He said in the most authoritative way. “Yes sir” i replied with my head down.

He got down and knelt before me. I could feel him on my neck, as his warm breath moved from my ear to my neck. He complimented my fruity smell and admitted it got him more excited, excitement in his eyes like an adventurous child. His hand slowly worked  from my ear to my lip, as i made a weak attempt to suck on his finger, but it was down my neck in no time. I cursed beneath my breath. His hand gently explored my nipples, he knew i was more than ready for him. He looked up at me and ordered i looked straight into his eyes. For some reason i was shy, i was weak for him and he knew it. He’d won and he wanted to rub it in my face, i hesitated for a bit before he reminded me of the consequences of disobeying his order’s. So i slowly rose my head to meet his gaze, his eyes were brown and wide, all i wanted was to rip those stupid binds off and get on top of him. I felt his fingers tease my triangle, my eyes wide with surprise. He wasn’t about to do what i thought he was going to do, his fingers trailed off to feel my damp thighs. My vulnerability gave in to the horses riding in my belly as his finger slid between my legs and stopped. I let out a deep sigh. He complimented my perfectly waxed beneath, i responded with the usual “yes sir”. This time meaning it, the power he had over me made me tingle all over, it curled audaciously round my inside. I took a deep breath, as i shut my eyes in lust as his fingers parted my lips and it was in. His finger found my crux and pressed firmly. Again and again. My heart was about to implode, the room was spinning. My breathing seized,  nothing in the world mattered to me at that moment except the unexplainable pleasure i felt from the way he played and pressed. I couldn’t help but let a loud moan through every ounce of emotion that run through my body while he worked me until my body gave up everything I had to offer. For the second time that night, Frank kissed me. It felt so good all i could do was loose myself in the moment.
   He carefully lifted me from the floor then placed me at the edge of the 3 feet high bed, he got on top of me, biting, sucking and kissing every part of me amorously, my legs wrapped firmly around his lower waist. I wanted to dig my fingers in his back so bad, i wished the stupid binds weren’t so tight, they cut into my skin every time i tried to cut them loose. I cursed out loud then asked him to take the binds off. He gave an evil smile before landing four hot slaps on my cheeks

“You don’t tell me what to do sweetheart” his eyes were filled with rage.
then he flipped me to the edge of the bed, my head down to my waist dangling down the edge of the bed while my legs struggled to stay locked. I felt the blood rush too my head, i could have sworn i heard a snap from my back. That was when i knew it was over. Before i let out a defeated sigh as everything around me turned black.

I woke up sweating and trembling. It took a moment before i realize where i was. I was in my bedroom and it was my birthday. I was a little bit disappointed that there was no Frank and it was all a dream. But more grateful i wasn’t half dead.

Kinky fifty something

    I always prayed to God that whenever my time was up, he should be merciful enough to make it fast, probably when I was asleep or something. I knew I was going to die that night, Well my best bet was it wasn’t going to be fast and I was going to be fully aware, well  not fully aware, I believe I was almost half dead as I lay in a position I would have believed to be anatomically impossible. How did I find myself in this near death circumstance? First of all, in my signature self defence tech; I’ll blame a huge part of this on misconception and a dash of fantasy and stupidity.
It’s alright to say I’ve had my fair share of fuckboy’s, Yoruba demons and what not. At 26, I’d been with about 16 people, from church boys, geeks, extreme romantics, numb fucks, basically I’ve dated almost all body types, tribe and financial class our country Nigeria has to offer. Well excluding married men, they’ve always been a no no for me. My last relationship was the longest and most dedicated investment of my life. Todimu and I dated for about 2 years ( forgive me, I but get bored ) but that wasn’t the case with Todimu, I didn’t get bored with this one. I loved him and he did too or so I thought. I found out he’d gotten two girls pregnant , to put a ceremonial ribbon on his achievement, his brothers wife was one of them. Being the shady one in a relationship used to be my thing, and just when I decided to give being ethical a try, baby boy went on to become a sperm depositor. I cried, gained weight, went through the whole hard work of the post breakup therapy.
  It took me about six months to fully get over Mr sperm depositor. Honestly I got bored of being alone. I needed to start dating again, but I wanted to be with someone new to me, I needed a new experience. During my post breakup syndrome, I spent a lot of my spare time reading romance novels and I found I was attracted to the older characters. So I decided to Chanel my attraction towards older men. But the big problem now was that, finding me a hot, single fifty something sugar nut was a huge problem, I didn’t mind an average muffin top but I just couldn’t go all the way with those pregnant looking men. But the universe decided to favoured me on a beautiful Sunday afternoon.
   Frank was about 51. He was a divorcée with two kids. He’d just moved back to Nigeria after his divorce. He spent the better part’s of his years in Spain. And yes! He was one of the best looking guyz I’d ever been with and his Spanish was enough to get me turned on every time he spoke in the language . He was smart, witty and full of life. He was a famous chef and  owned one of the biggest restaurant’s in Abuja. I went on a lone wolf dinner at his restaurant to celebrate my promotion to head of operations manager. Did I mention I’m a banker?  Forgive my manners. Let me reintroduce myself. My name is Kokoma Ndifrike, I’m one of the most successful, manipulative, power driven bankers you’ll ever meet. I graduated top of my class at the university of Abuja. I’m presently the youngest head of operations manager in the history of my bank. I really don’t want to spend time gloating about my achievements, so Back to my near death experience. Frank and I got talking, He was so young at heart, he knew something about everything. He was such a hipster and he loved to rub his achievement in my face. He told me about how he met his ex wife, how they fell in and out of love, and all that nostalgic talk about his past. We spent so much time on the phone and we facetimed everyday. We had similar interests, Frank was my kind of person, I loved that he enjoyed being in control. We went golfing on our first date and subsequently hung out at lounges and other places we both loved. It felt nice to hangout with someone i could honestly relate to.
  It was my birthday and Frank had planned a private dinner at his house, just me, him and a table filled with all the aphrodisiac bliss you could ever imagine. Frank’s house was a massive mansion, one could tell it wasn’t one of the new money mansion’s in town. The architecture was solid and everything about that house had a touch of elegance to it. I actually saw myself living there with Frank on the long run. He’d given all his staff the weekend off so we could have the house to ourselves. For dinner we had what Frank called “his special take on sea food” he  made what was hands down the best champagne ginger cocktail I’d ever had. Dinner was divine, well apart from sitting opposite frank at his 10 seat Italian dinning  and drooling over his beautiful features as he spoke about food with nothing but passion and sincere love. I couldn’t wait to rip his clothes off And show him what being with a hot connie felt like. He took me on tour round his house. The last room we went into was his bedroom, Frank had explicit taste and everything in his room was Victorian. His walk in closet was well organized from his shoes, to his shirts, to his chefs uniform. Everything was in the right place. His cologne stand was the best part of the house, he had over 20 different types of perfumes. Name it, he had it. He unintentionally gloated about every country he’s been too and how many international celebrities he’s worked for. His stories were nice and adventurous, for a moment i was even jealous of how spontaneous he was, but truth be told I was getting bored. Why was he stalling, sigh it was up to me Make the first move. He was showing me one of his signature chef uniforms and asked if I could try it on, for some reason he was excited and he had this naughty smirk on his face as he buttoned up the uniform. We were about a feet apart, heart pounding, the tension and steam filled the room, he suddenly grabbed my butt closing the gap between us as he leaned in to kiss me. I didn’t see it coming but I was glad he made the first move. His kiss was something like a hungry teen impatient and eager to get to the next stage. For a fifty something his grip was firm enough to keep me in place. His cologne weakened my knee’s. He smelled so so good, I could have him for breakfast through dinner for the rest of my life. He whispered something in my ear, something I didn’t expect. I was surprised but at the same time excited “let’s role play” his voice was different, for some reason I thought he sounded like luscious from empire. Hell yes I wanted to role play with my kinky fifty something hipster. I immediately assumed the role of chef, I started planning on how to be the best fake, sexy chef Frank had ever seen. He took his shirt off revealing his beautifully toned body. How does a fifty something year old man look this good, he bent over  to retrieve something’s from the bottom drawer he stood before. He brought out a pair of biker gloves, a folded cane, a blind fold, and restraints…