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President-General Among the Nations is the electrifying memoir of a student politician who thought he had it all — influence, allies, and unshakable confidence — until reality dawned through an election. From the ashes of his failure came a rebirth...
The implication hung heavy. He wasn’t asking—he was telling. Ann’s pulse quickened, but she didn’t argue. She had chosen this path, and she would see it through. She gave a knowing smile, her hand sliding across the gearshift before resting it on...
Omo, me wey dey help Aisha hold one of her leg make she dey collect Oga fat penis make she sabi sabi no be say I dey gas when I dey explain say Oga penis no be small thing. As Alhaji dey call me, I no even mind, I just dey watch as penis dey enter...
I look her face, na fine girl sha, but that one no concern me, I don close for the night. The girl beg me again say make I just drop her for junction. She just dey roll eyes like say she wan seduce me, the thing no even do me anything, I don already...
Needless to say, I failed woefully and hopelessly to the chagrin of my mother. It was at this point that she began to discuss my options on whether I would continue to find a way to pass JAMB or pick a new direction for my life. In my mind, I was...
A few weeks later, someone knocked on my office door. “Hello?” I said as I opened the door, but suddenly, I felt a chill down my spine. “Won’t you invite me in, Doctor?” Cynthia asked, standing at my door in a sexy...
“Esan,” Joyce whispered, her voice trembling, but he didn’t stop. Her knees wobbled and her clit pulsed. Esan’s fingers moved ruthlessly, his mouth sucking and biting at her breasts, his breath hot against her skin. Joyce’s head fell back, her hands...
Na two of us see am, na Aisha first rush carry the card begin read am. She see Oga phone number for there come ask me say whether she fit keep the phone number for her phone make she and Oga dey talk. The idea no even bad for my ear because only me...
“Where are you taking me?” I asked, my hand already creeping up his thigh. “Anywhere but my place,” Felix grunted, shifting in the driver’s seat. “My roommate is around today.” “The park, then?”...
I ran into Mr Steven, who was locking the doors to the coaching centre. We didn’t say a word to each other, I just went my way and he went on his. But little did I know that it was the start of my journey to failing JAMB for the last time. My pussy...
