VALENTINE BOYFRIEND That fateful Valentine evening, two young lovers sat opposite each other, whispering sweet words of love and affection in the cool and serene environment. Other lovers could be seen seated in pairs too. The air smelt of passion and emotions. Spending their evening at a beautiful restaurant like this one with each other, was the best way to celebrate a lovely Valentine's day. For two lovers who were celebrating Valentine together in a romantic atmosphere, the feeling was overwhelming. Each couldn't get enough of the other. Butterflies were having a nice time in the garden of their bellies. Looking into her eyes, and carefully placing her slender hand in his, he whispered the words, “I love you more than life itself, Dami. No other lady makes me feel the way you make me feel. Sometimes, I wonder if I can live without you. I care so much about you, Baby.” “Thank you, Simeon. I love you too” She blushed. She had a tiny and heart warming voice that sounded pleasant to the ears. She felt shy. It was her first time. Het first time of celebrating Val's day with a boyfriend. Her friends had pressured her into getting a partner to celebrate Valentine's day with. Coincidentally, her long time crush, Simeon, asked her out a few days ago. He was handsome, cool, and rich. Her friends couldn't hide their excitement when she told them about his proposal. They all asked her to accept the proposal without wasting time, as it was an opportunity that no sane girl will allow to slide. “This guy is cool, babe! He's rich too. Allow him to love you. All of us have guys who will spoil us silly on that day, except you. Wise up, girl!” One of her friends had advised. She wanted to join the league too, so she listened to them. She left the university premises that evening, to dine with her love. “Baby” He called. “Yes?” “Are you ready for it?” He pushed his food aside. “Ready for?” She rolled her eyes, feigning ignorance. He chuckled. “Oh, come on! You know what I'm talking about. You're an adult. Today's all about love. I want us to drown in the pool of our affections for each other tonight. I want to show you what my love for you looks like. Trust me, I'm gonna spoil you silly. You won't recover from tonight's pleasure.” Dami let out a shy grin. She had never slept with a man before, but she didn't mind trying today. After all, her friends were doing it too. She needed to grow up and be a woman. “So, can we move to our lodge now, my Angel? It's time to spoil you silly” He helped her up from her seat, and together they made their way to the beautifully decorated, and dimly lit room. ___________ Three months later, Dami fell ill and decided to visit the hospital. There, she discovered the most shocking news of her life. Various tests were carried out using her body fluids. She was diagnosed with Syphilis, and was confirmed HIV positive. She was also diagnosed with Herpes, a disease of the mouth that could be contracted via kissing the infected victim. “If you fail to treat this infection, you may not be able to bear children, and I want you to know that being HIV positive doesn't mean you have no hope. Do well to buy the necessary drugs, and take them regularly” The medical Doctor told her. She was shattered! ________ Valentine's day isn't a day to sell your body, Ladies! Guys, it isn't a day to sleep with that lady you're not married to! There are honorable ways to express love. Sex is not a proof of love outside marriage. Abstinence is still valid. Show love in the purest forms. Valentine's day is not restricted to lovers. You can show love to your friends, and family as well. Keep the bed undefiled.

♥ Whether it be a romantic dinner at a fancy restaurant or a simple walk in the park, every moment we spend together is pure magic!

I'm che@ting on my husband and I don't feel guilty about it. Not one bit. Maybe I should, but I don't. Let me explain. I met my husband back in my 200 level days. It was love at first sight, or so I thought. He was in 300 level, and the connection was instant. We became inseparable, dating all through my university years until he graduated. Life happened, though. After his graduation, we lost touch, but fate wasn't done with us. Four years after I graduated, we reunited on Facebook like long-lost soulmates. At the time, I was in a relationship and so was he. But our spark reignited and in no time, we both broke things off with our partners to give our love another shot. At least I did and I believed him when he said he had ended things too. The next few months were magical. We were like love struck teenagers. Our relationship was so good, so much so that he proposed, and I said yes. Fast forward two years into our marriage, and I find myself in a new relationship. I don't even know how it happened but my new love makes my heart race in ways my husband never could. I can't go a day without hearing his voice; it's like air to me. My husband is always busy at work, leaving me with plenty of time to nurture this other connection. I am not working at the moment, so my husband takes care of all my needs financially. But all the money he gives me ends up being spent on this new guy. I buy him clothes, gifts, and even food when he's hungry because he doesn't have a job. Yet, no matter what I do, he never shows any appreciation. I have never gotten a thank you from him before. One time, I bought him expensive shoes. Guess what he did? He refused to wear them and even threw them back in my face. The one that shocked me was when I took him out to eat at a fast-food restaurant while my husband was at work. After ordering food, I tried to feed him in public, you know public display of affection is one of my love languages but he sl@pped the food out of my hand—right there in public! He pointed at my bre@sts & literally grabbed them. He loves my breasts more than anything else in the world. That's how I had no choice but to open my bra & breastfeed my 1 year old son right there in the middle of the eatery. Yes, I love my son more than I could ever love anyone, even my husband. And honestly, I think my husband feels the same way about him. So, technically, it's not che@ting. 😜😜😜

There are people you have grossly overrated on social media. In real life, they are not worth 5% of what you think they are worth. There are also lots of people you have grossly underrated on social media but in real life, they are real Odogwus. Social Media covers a multitude of secrets. Never make the mistake of rating people because of the number of followers they have or the number of glamorous pictures and videos they share. In expensive restaurants, those who pay the bills hardly take pictures. Those who do not pay the bills are the ones who take all the pictures and videos because they are not sure when next they will be there. #Danloader

You found him on Facebook You checked his profile picture He is handsome He DM you You reply, all excited You all want to hook up You set a date You dress up that leggings with no underwear You're smelling good You put on a makeup, fresh breath and new weave He takes you for a launch at a fancy restaurant He takes you out for a drink and ice cream You two have a good time He rubs your hand Makes you laugh Gives you looks and smiles You stupidly fall in love It's like you've known him for some years He took you to his apartment He makes you feel comfortable and lays u on his bed Kiss you passionately U love his aggression, strength, power and you give in It feels good U know it's wrong, but it's feel good U ask for protection, he says it's too late U obey and don't disturb He says he loves you and you don't hesitate to say you love him too He hits it nice and slow After, he goes to the kitchen to get a glass of water He helps you drink it, oooh man U feel special "He must be the one" you think to yourself U get dressed He takes you to the taxi park He kisses you on the cheeks and says "I had a great time," Gives u cash U smile and say "See you tomorrow babe" He stays silent Your taxi drives away In the taxi u can't stop smiling U get home and inbox him dat u got home safe He is online, but doesn't reply It's like unlike him, so u inbox him again He doesn't respond Minutes later you can't find him on your friend list HE BLOCKED U Days, weeks and months passes by U started feeling sick, weak, loose weight n act strange with sores in ur mouth U go to clinic Get tested Minutes later Nurse walks in "I'm sorry. u're HIV positive n pregnant "HOW?" U don't understand Reality hits u U walk home Scared Confused U go to d bus stop U lay, hopeless and emotionless U see death coming nearer U look into the sky and mumble a prayer Dat's d end of u Don't be dat girl! Live well.Stop chasing material things.5 minutes pleasure can ruin ur life🤷🤷

Sometime last year, this woman that I know to a large extent was passing my restaurant with a man. She saw me, stopped and was dragging the man playfully that he should come let them eat at my place, that my food is nice. (she laughs a lot and is very free by nature) This man rebuffed her like a child saying, paraphrased “na anywhere you see you go wan enter? If you no fit hold yourself, dey go, you go meet me for house” I wish I was making this post as a video, maybe I would be able to explain with the actual demonstration and face expression on this man’s face. You would think he’s talking to a five year old. I felt embarrassed for her, and a little bad that they didn’t come to eat that day, but I shrugged it off. She on the other hand just stylishly said they will come another time, while laughing and placing her hand on his shoulder as they walked away. *** For context, she’s a single mother. Her husband died years ago, so I believe this is a new relationship as I’ve not seen her with any man till that day. I had to bring up the above 👆🏻 in order for you to understand better my experience day before yesterday’s night. So on Tuesday Night, this lady and the man walked into my restaurant. They asked what I had and I told them. Then the man asked the lady to choose for him. She chose Native soup. Next thing this man said something in Igbo (of course not knowing I’m Igbo) which is weird cos the name of my restaurant would give anyone an idea. He said “do these people know how to cook soup, let alone native soup. That who knows how it will even taste. That it’s not to decorate a place that is the issue, but for the food to have taste, not this nonsense they cook” I don’t even know what he meant by “they” or where he assumed I was from. And the way he said this, very very condescending! The woman started telling him in hush tone that he shouldn’t have said that. He should have waited to taste the food first. I ignored and simply told them the price of food plus that they will have to pay before I serve. He started ranting again. That why would he pay for something he hasn’t seen, then asking the lady if that’s how we do here. The lady gave me sign of “I should please serve and not worry” I could tell she was embarrassed and being that I know her to her house, I made an exception. I served them food. I had actually thought it was the lady who was eating so I placed it before her. They eyes he gave me eh. The lady just moved the tray to him and now said she wanted pepper soup and malt. He angrily told her to eat what he’s eating. She argued that it’s late and she doesn’t want to eat fufu at night. He then told her to starve then as he’s not buying anything else. All these transpired in Igbo. Dear God, was I boiling inside 🤦🏼‍♀️ But I kept my cool of course. I’ve had my share of very rude customers, just that I was feeling for the lady. She had no choice than to join him to eat. When it was time to pay, he started complaining about the price. How he won’t come back if I don’t give him discount (remember I made the price known from onset o) When he saw I wasn’t responding, he brought out cash. I stood up to collect it, he took it back. Said he would transfer, I called account for him, it didn’t go through. He started telling the lady to pay, she said she wasn’t with cash and didn’t bring her phone. He said he needed to use the cash and couldn’t give it to me. Omo eh… Eventually, he gave me the cash as he didn’t see any other way forward. The lady told me thank you in Igbo and that I am doing well. I responded in Igbo too and he then said “so she’s Igbo and acting like oyibo” The way he even refers to me like I’m not there is what’s funny. What brought about this post is that when they were leaving, the woman came back to apologize. Telling me I shouldn’t mind him and all he did, that it’s how he is. I then asked “why be with someone who constantly disrespects and embarrasses you, especially in public” she said it’s cos he’s trying financially. That he just paid all her children’s school fees, so the load has been lifted off of her a little. I told her it’s well as she joyfully left. Like this lady is so full of joy and laughter that I don’t feel she deserves him. But who am I to have a say. He’s probably great in many other areas I’m not seeing so I wish them well. #myrestaurauntseries #portharcourtfoodvendor #ofeakwuboss

“I ordered chicken pepper soup from Hilda Baci’s restaurant and they told me a plate is 6,000 naira. I sent the money and 1 hour later, i received this😳When they first gave it to me, i thought it was just some extra pepper to accompany the meal. It was until they told me “Thank you for patronizing” that i realized it was the whole package. My fellow Nigerians, this soup can’t even fill a mini size cup. There is no chicken in it, just little intestines and some particles which look like left overs from a dining table. To make things worse, the soup is cold. These people served me cold food in a cold weather. I have never been so shocked in my life… I closed late from work and I didn’t have the strength to cook, I wish I just bought street food” ____ Unsatisfied Client calls out Hilda Baci

Listen! If you can afford to buy a bottle of water at 3$, just go to any of those top hotels on the top floor or their restaurants. I mean any top-notch environment in the evening hours on the weekends. I am not talking about regular nightclubs. Go there and buy a bottle of water. Sit on your laptop or phone. In fact, ask them for their internet password and start browsing. Don’t forget before going there please print out your own business card. Even if you don’t have a business registered. Get a contact information card. At that particular moment of the day is where you meet lawmakers, CEOs, world leaders, etc. They go there to converse. Once you are there constantly, your face becomes familiar to them, and they think you all are in the same league. At that point, you can walk out to anyone and befriend them. When you meet them, they might be drinking whiskey, vodka or gin. Dont get distracted and join them in drinking. Maintain focus, stick to drinking your water and always remember that you went there with a budget of $5 or $10 dollars. Be bold and courageous, be neat, and go with a good proposal. You will yield fruit. Good morning

WHEN THE GAME IS OVER....WE SHALL ALL RETURN HOME. A boy was sent by his father to urgently buy him food from a restaurant. On his way going, he was in a hurry because of the urgency of the assignment. However, on his way back, he passed where his mates were playing football. He slowed down, began to watch the game, gradually slowing down until he finally stopped. He watched for a while and got carried away, he became interested, and indicated his interest in playing, he was invited. He left the food in the care of some unknown people and entered the field. He forgot the assignment completely and played his heart out. He became the man of the match, dribbled opponents, created chances, scored goals and changed the face of the entire game. When night came, the owner of the ball picked it up. It was time for everyone to go home; to go back to their parents, the game was over! It now dawned on the boy after everyone had left that he had actually been sent to buy food by his hungry father. He went to where he kept the food, it had already been eaten by goats and dogs, "but I kept this food with some guys here a moment ago." He said. He picked the plates, but was no longer happy, all the excitement of the game disappeared, the people clapping for him were all gone, the opponents he was playing against were all gone, the ball itself was gone, time was gone, those selling food were gone, he couldn't buy another! Regrets took over him, he sluggishly walked home, with tears of sorrow and regrets whilst hiding in the dark. When people saw him, they asked him why he was crying and hiding in the dark with empty plates! He had left with clean plates full of excitement, but returned with same empty plates, so dirty and stained ! When they asked him "Why he couldn't go home, he said his father will beat him". He knew the implications of a wasted time. So sad, too late. Hear this: We have a home and a Father to return to at the end of life's journey when all is said and done. Don't be distracted, don't rejoice when people are clapping for you while doing the wrong things, they won't be there when you are to give an account. Avoid Distractions, we are sent here for an assignment, the Father is waiting for us, this ball we are busy playing, when night comes, the owner will pick it, the crowd will disappear, we'll be left alone to go back and give a report to our Maker. What will you tell Him ? Think about it. WHEN THE GAME IS OVER.....WE SHALL ALL RETURN HOME.

You don't need to cook always, but just know how to cook in case of incacity😊. On Sunday morning I came out to buy detergent for my cleaning when this guy called me. I know him from the neighboring estate maka arugoro m his landlord oru before ( I have worked for their landlord before). I asked him wetin carry him come our estate this morning and he replied FOOD. That he is looking for where to buy food. I took him to nke one woman na-ere nri na our estate but unfortunately the woman no open. So I started giving him suggestions of what to eat: "why not buy bread na mineral or buns; or better still buy noodles" And he told me that wetin dey hungry him na real food and not junks. Thinking na the guy man ji ego, I told him to check Chili's fast food or Mr Biggs, that I'm sure they will open, mana He said he will look for where to buy okpa because na those fancy restaurants na-ere nri costly. So I left him to continue his quest and went inside. Now, I don't know if he knows how to cook but was too lazy to cook or he doesn't know how to cook at all....but what I want to say to everybody, especially those men that believes that cooking bu a woman thing is that COOKING IS A SKILL EVERYBODY NEEDS. When our elder sister gave birth, I was the first person to cook and bring food to the hospital maka the hospital di closer to me than Mama Ogoo. She just told me the soup to make and I delivered. In fact, I started Omugwo before Mama Ogoo....but na she dey later give Omugwo things and not me. And she didn't thought it wise to share some with me. That woman ji style di selfish but onwero. 🤣 Let's continue..... So, when I was in the world, as in, when I was still doing 'bring down the camera and I wish you are here with me' with my ex🤣, anytime she will be visiting, I usually prepare for her coming like the way John the Baptist prepared for the coming of Jesus; I dey cook and make fruit zobo. A different kind of romance. Ngwa, ka anyi wepugodi romance aside....I have never been and will never be in that guy's shoe. Imagine going from estate to estate in search of food, adi m handicap? Well, e no concern me shaa. I finished cleaning that day, brought out Ogbono soup and did small portion control of garri.😋😋 Yours Faithfully, Ben-Smile