Peero007

I woke up early as usual, one thing living and working in Lagos taught me was, no matter how early you woke and hit the road, you would always meet people earlier than you, but chances were you would get to work in time or on time or some minutes after time- you know these things. I said my prayers, thought about working out a bit, but waved the thought aside, yeah! That's what living in Lagos does to you, it messes up your work-life balance, by eliminating the life in the equation. The thing is some of us are so used to the life that we think it's normal. A quick shower, and as usual, by 5:05am I was ready to hit the roads, I decided to use the RX350 today, my beautiful baby, the love of my life, my sweetheart, but she wouldn't start. I wasn't even ready to bother about that. Plan B was the Taurus, it started alright, but what the fuel gauge was indicating was not encouraging. I had always warned Boye about borrowing my car and not topping it up with fuel after use. N

I stared out the window, as I sipped a cup of black coffee, damn! The coffee was good, if there was one thing my receptionist, aside being the best user of company WiFi and phone, she was good at brewing coffee. The day was bright, and I had hopes that it would be a good one. I took my seat behind my desk and checked my agenda for the day, I still had about two hours before the scheduled time for my first clients to show up. As I went through the file of the clients, my mind wandered far away, far far away to my country Nigeria. I wanted to practice medicine in Nigeria, I wanted to be there for my people, to take the hippocratic oath and save lives, but alas! healthcare was not in the government's agenda. My folks couldn't watch me allow my knowledge and skill go to waste, so I was sent back to the US Long story short, I was both a medical doctor and also a sex therapist. In no time, I discovered that sex therapy was actually lucrative, like I could charge as much as $500 pe

We had been chatting on Twitter for a while, we had a unique style of communicating: on the TL, we rarely interacted with each other, a few retweets here, some likes there, you could hardly see us comment on each other's Tweets. However, our DM was all shades of lit, that was our safe haven, the one place where we were so free that if it were possible, we could walk into each other's DMs in our birthday suits. There was this vibe between us that made it seem like we had known each other for years, we knew almost everything about each other, so much so that if anyone had seen our DM, nothing would have convinced the person that we had never met physically. We were so close that we were only a physical meeting away from dating, but neither of us wanted to rush it, we wanted to take our time. There are a lot of pretty Aunties on Twitter, but she, no, she was more than just a pretty one, from her pictures she had an alluring beauty, there was a sparkle in her enchanting eyes, her d

I grew up in Lagos, and I must say it has been an insightful experience for me. This story is hard for me 'cause I lived with a burden of guilt for a while as a result of my actions, but I'm over it, and I have accepted it all as past, and moved on. I was raised in a Christian family and knew the word of God. at the time I had no idea whether I was just being morally upright, or I was indeed a Christian. I stayed away from trouble as much as I could, and always tried to do what I felt was the right thing to do- yeah that was the way my life was. We had this family friend called "Mama Didi", and she was so close she had access to every part of our house, whether we were home or not. She had two children for a husband that abandoned his home travelled to different states and started families with different women in different parts of the country. Mama Didi didn't want to take chances with her kids, so she sent them to live and study abroad, while she stayed back

“I’m not one to talk about my personal life on social media, I love to be in control of what side of me that social media sees, especially as regards my intimate relationships….”. I looked at the lines and thought “oh well, it’s not bad for a starting line”, and then I sat back to ponder- “do I really tell the story or do I just lock the memory up in my mind’s vault?” I was going to pick the option of not spilling, and then it hit me, that someone out here could pick a thing or two from the thread. I looked at the time, and saw it was few minutes to clock-off, and if I started typing, I could be there till the next day, plus I didn’t want to miss the chance to get a free ride from a colleague, considering that I had made the awful mistake of deciding to keep my car at home and come to work by public transport. I shut down the office computer, turned the air conditioner off, picked my phone, as that was the only thing that came with me to the office that day, and stepped out o