Before anyone jumps on me, I know the word Gossipers is wrong english. Yeah it should be gossips, but I prefer gossipers – reminds me of when I first learned the art. Gossipers, rumour mongers, amebos, oyanas, BBC international, Gist MD and the rest.

in no particular defined order here's some completely random facts about me. I'll probabaly add more to this list as time goes by.......Ps; Don't take some of the stuffs here serious. 1. My Name's Hendrix Hen-d-ri-x not edris or endrix or embris or endis.

I woke up before her and as I tried to slip away quietly she said “Good morning sweet”and I decided not to reply her as I went to the bathroom to ease myself of the morning hard-ons. On getting back she was fully dressed and was ready to leave, I asked.

I woke up in his arms... I hadn't opened my eyes...I knew where i was. In his house, in his room. I could feel his arms around my waist... I didn't want this to end. I gradually opened my eyes to find him sleeping beautifully... Then my stomach rumbled..

29th of April (four days after my bday). It’s around 11pm at night, and Tina(not real name is sitting on my lap as we both watch some random show. All seems great and wonderful in love land, and out of no where, my madam looks at me, and tells me “I.

I was at home that night, thinking of how great the day was and then I remembered the envelope Mrs. Y gave me. As I turned to reach out for my trousers, my phone rang and it was Teni“ How are you handsome, So are you thinking of me? ”“ I am ” (I had.

So I was talking to someone(a friend) after reading a piece from her, and I was like "open a blog" and her response "I'd end up writing bad stuff.. It'll be like a place i just express my anger" If you don't know, “blog” is an abbreviated version of.

I’m sitting in my mum’s shop away from the busy life of Lagos (mind you, we live in the suburbs of Lagos) trying to think what next after graduation, cos this boredom is killing me like crazy. Months now since I dropped the pen after that very last exam.

My love!, today is your 44th Birthday (don’t worry, no one really reads this blog so your secret is safe) and to be honest is another day to celebrate the greatest Mom in the world. I know a lot of people say they have the great mom, but I truly believe.