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10/06/2026

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05/06/2026

It is Friday! So which story should we continue today? Dr Emenike, or Mr Etim’s incestuous wife?

29/05/2026

A few weeks passed since I was discharged from the school clinic. I was terrified to look in the direction of that window, let alone daring to see what was behind it.

Ezinne stuck around to take care of me, though it felt like a nightmare for the most of it, because she did not stop asking who Ifeanyi was….

He was a friend. I knew him before I gained admission, but he tragically lost his life.

“so what has it got to do with you fainting, and the gift box?”

“SIGH”

I am hungry.

One evening after I walked Ezinne to her uber, she needed to go to her place for some fresh change of clothes, and a breath of fresh air that did not involve taking care of me.

I stood there until they left, and then I curiously looked at the window.

It was brightly lit, but the shadow was not there.

I could not walk back inside, and so I took my first unsure shaky steps toward the building that was haunting me.

I got to his door and knocked, but I was met with silence that lingered for a couple minutes. When he eventually opened the door, my breath was heavy, and my heart was beating fast!

Tears welling, I courageously asked; Ifeanyi, how did you survive a knife to the throat?

The silence was deafening.

“was that how he died?”

We did not know he was dead, until the police identified his decomposing co**se by the lagoon, after we reported him missing. we did not bother to conduct an autopsy, because we just could not afford it at the time. Please come in”.

I hesitated, but I walked in anyway. The apartment looked empty, and echoed. A pot was boiling in the kitchen, and his radio sat on the table, with a Newspaper. The room smelled of steam, but my attention, undivided and uninterrupted in scouting a potential threat. My eyes then fell on the picture on his wall.

You, you are, you are a twin? I stammered.

“yes”.

I collapsed on the chair, and held my head.

So what are you doing? I asked, without raising my head.

“Ifeanyi told me about you, he liked you a lot. He even showed me pictures, and always talked about how he would marry you one day, and then one day, he just went to work and never returned. I recognized you when I saw you, but I was too shy to approach you, so I played pranks instead.”

You played pranks?!

“I am sorry. So who stabbed Ifeanyi”s throat?”.

We both perceived the smell of burning food, and it was the perfectly timed escape for me.

He ran to the kitchen to checkout the burning food. I waited a few minutes before walking towards the kitchen to tell him that I had to go home. I will see you again.

I walked home slowly, and took the longest shower of my life.

27/05/2026

Everyone avoided chief of internal medicine during my housemanship, and I never understood why, but perhaps it was the “ism” and the way it inhibits understanding hierarchy.

Dr Emenike took us on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. His classes bored me, because he would stretch every detail, while I just hid at the back rolling my eyes faster than a windmill.
One afternoon after ward rounds, he asked to see me in his office. I thought he must have caught me making faces in his class, and I was in for it. I whispered “f**k” under my breath and went to hang my coat and pick up my things.
I flashed back on what Prof. Oguegbu said to me during B*H class in my year one.

“miss, your face is telling on your thoughts”.

I smiled and knocked on his door.
“come in”.

Good afternoon, Doctor.

“sit down, junior colleague”.

He fiddled through papers for a couple of minutes and then looked up to offer me a bottle of water. I took it and said thank you sir.

“I am writing an article, an original research paper. I have read your work and I want you to work as my research assistant”.
What is the topic, sir?
………….

I got up to leave after we concluded and agreed on my working terms and conditions, so he requested my bank details and paid me 3 months upfront for my new role.
I barely made it to the door when he called out to me.

“Doctor, is there a bi-directional erotomania?”

I did not turn around. I just looked over my shoulder and asked him for how long he had been there.

At work, I brought my A game and barely looked at the man’s face, but outside the dense world of medicine, I was his cm sl🍦t. I understood the intricate workings of his mind, so I used sensory deprivation to milk his shaft every chance I got. He was going crazy, and barely keeping up appearances at work.

One afternoon during lunch break, I went to his office, sat on his desk and spread my legs. He tried to reach for me, but I spanked him, and told his to go wash his hands. He hurriedly did and rushed back to me. I told him to finger f🍆ck me slowly, but he must keep his eyes on me. I unbuttoned my shirt and exposed my brea🫐ts, barely covered by my lace bra. I could see his bulge grow as he did as he was told. He was going crazy in pleasure, but then I stopped him, and asked him to lick his finger. He did and I made him get up, then I sat in his position.
I brought him closer to me and asked him to teedy f**k me. He grabbed my melons, squeezed them gently and began fu🍆king the tight space in -between, he groaned as he burst his nut all over my chest. I got up and dropped my skirt, adjusted myself and reminded him that we have surgery in one hour; I then walked away.

After I scrubbed in, I noticed there were two other Doctors. For some weird reason, Dr Emenike was mean to one Doctor in particular, and I wondered why? It did not take long for me to notice it was because I was a little too comfortable and chatty with the guy during surgery.
Emenike had become possessive.

22/05/2026

One of my favorite things to do back when I lived in Calabar was visit Mr Etim’s pub. He was a talkative jolly good fellow, so I enjoyed hearty food, fresh palm wine and laughter in the cool evening breeze.
Calabar life was lonely, and what I did mostly was read for my exams. Not like I needed to do a lot of reading for jamb. It was all just formality. After-all, I had already paid for the answers to be supplied the day before exams .

One night at Mr Etim’s pub, I saw my father’s friend, Sir Smart. A pot bellied loud man. I tried to hide, but he saw me first, and called me father’s name. I answered sluggishly and walked up to him with my head bowed in a careful combination of shame and discomfort.
He pulled a chair and asked me to sit next to him and I did.
I gave monosyllabic responses to his lame attempts at a conversation while he got drunk.
I got up to leave, but he barked at me and insisted he’d drive me home. By home, I thought he meant back to my student lodge, but we went to his house instead.

His wife was pleased to see me. She paid tender attention to me, and gave me comfortable night clothes to change into, while asking after my parents.
At midnight, things got a bit awkward, after Mr smart had dozed off, and I was not sure if the floor was vibrating because of his snoring, or the Quarry company at work in their neighborhood.
Mrs Smart asked me to sit next to her, and I did. She pulled me in and put my head on her chest.

“I want you for my son”.

What do you mean, ma? I asked.

“I want you to marry my son”.

I got up from her chest, and she stood up. Leaned in to kiss my neck, then she pinched my ni***es. I tried to beat her arm off, she grabbed mine instead and asked me to follow her. We went upstairs into her son’s room. We unfortunately walked in on him ma********ng. He was startled when he saw us.
“Mummy who is she?!”

‘your wife’.

Mrs Smart let go of my hand and walked toward her son. She kissed him on the lips passionately, then reached down to touch his still erect phallus.
I rubbed my eyes to be sure the drink was not getting to me, but what I was seeing was clear.
I froze there. I could not sit or move. I thought of opening the door to leave, but madam locked the door and the key was on the dresser right next to them. She got naked and sat on her son’s deek. She skillfully rode him while covering his mouth with her palm.
He did nut inside her and she stood up and walked toward me.

“You see how I take care of my only son? He means the world to me. I walked in on him ma********ng one day, and since then, I help him get s*xual satisfaction. He doesn’t know how to talk to girls, so at his age he does not have a girlfriend”.

“Hey!”

Ma? “Did you hear everything I just said?”

I just stood there. Dumbfounded, lost, confused, disgusted, yet unable to move.

I pulled myself together to say ma, I need to go home. I have exams tomorrow.
She got dressed, and told her son to come with her to drive me back to my lodge. When we arrived she looked at me and said “you’d be crazy to tell anyone about what you saw this night. No one will believe you. I will also convince them that you have lost your senses. Be a good girl”.

I stared at the ceiling for the rest of the night, unable to sleep a wink. Or even believe what I just witnessed.

17/05/2026

A few weeks before Ezinne and I began fawking like minks, I noticed a figure in the window of a building opposite where I lived.
I never saw a face, but a shadow that seemed to be focused on my space. The lighting was dim, and it seemed to just stand there and stare.
My first instinct was not to be afraid, because I noticed it for the first time when I was putting lotion on me and getting ready for bed. Of course, I was naked. I decided to be vain, and give it a show as frequently as possible. It felt good for my ego at the time.

“Babe, I would like us to try someting different”.
Ezinne reached in her bag, and brought out a strap-on.
I chuckled. She was eager to try it out, so I asked her to wash it.
We started making out, and I wore the strap.
I positioned her toward the direction of the window with the shadow, bent her over and just fawked her so deep and hard, she reached or**sm and took a while to stop shaking.
Later that evening, she started a conversation about what happened on our first night together.

“Babe, who was it at the door? Why did you faint? You said You’d tell me later”.

I froze again, and told her that I would talk about it later. She got upset and an arguement ensued.
My heart was beating really fast and the voices in my head replaying everything that happened on that day.
I pulled myself away from my thoughts but Ezinne would not stop talking and that just drove me so nuts I did not know when I yelled out “Ifeanyi is supposed to be dead! He is dead!”.

The silence afterwards was deafening. Neither of us moved a muscle.

“Who is Ifeanyi? Why is he dead?”

My brain could not quickly compute a lie but fortunately, I was saved by a knock on the door.
My heart sank because my pattern recognition computed the code and fast. Much like morse.
The same knock that came that night.
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I trembled to the door.
I found a bouquet of flowers, a note and some wrapped item, but there was no one at the door.

I told Ezinne to unwrap the item. It was lingerie. A bra with no ni**le covering. There were 4 of it.
She read the note out loud.

“THAT WAS QUITE A SHOW, FUMNANYA. YOU HAVE GROWN, I LIKE THAT.
GOOD EVENING, NEIGHBOR.

I stumbled over to the window and with trembling hands I drew the blinds and collapsed on the floor right there. I remember screaming while Ezinne was doing her best to pull me together.
I woke up at the school clinic, and they said I passed out.

09/05/2026

I never liked the idea of a roomate, so I made sure to not nurse the idea.

Everyone could see that Ezinne liked me, except me! She took extra care when it came to things concerning me, and I thought it was just what girls did, because that is what I do.
One afternoon, she followed me back to my hostel. I ushered her in, and turned around to lock my door. In my mind, she had already settled in, but when I turned around, she pounced on me in a way that startled me, only for her to grab and kiss me passionately.
I kissed her back, confused as hell, but I thoroughly enjoyed the tenderness of her moist lips against mine. It was hard to break off, but I whispered that we needed to freshen up, so we went into the room together, took off our clothes and went to the bathroom together.

As water flowed down our bodies, we started kissing again. Passionately. I wanted it, I was into it! Which was odd, because that was my first experience, but nothing I had ever experienced before,aroused such intense pleasure and desire. We had the most intimate shower, and something in us adjusted the atmosphere to a space for lovers. The way we interacted with each other changed.
She spent the night at my place and all the things we did blew my mind! I lost control for once in my life, and just surrendered to her every touch.

She touched, kissed, sucked, and then we scissored.
Sc******ng had me in pure bliss, and I did not want it to end!
Perhaps we got so carried away that we did not think of how loud we were, until a loud knock on the door brought us back to reality.

“Who could that be at this odd hour?”
I checked my phone and it was 1:45am.

To be continued. In the meantime, do you want to guess who it was at the door?

02/05/2026

I married Chief Ododo at 21. Apparently; alliances, legacy and dynasty, runs deeper than my insatiable lust.
My father opened my door one morning and casually announced that I was getting married. In my usual manner, I burst out laughing but he kept his straight face, so I immediately knew this was not one of his many jokes. I was confused.

Chief ododo could easily identify as my father. Everything about him made me throw up in my mouth.
My father warned him not to stop my education, so his silly control gimmicks did not affect my going to school.

I had 4 friends, all guys who were always around me, but what he did not know, was that we were s*xually intimate. Of course, he married me a virgin, so he never had a reason to suspect me.
A virgin who could do other s*xual things.
Since marriage had given me the freedom to have s*x, I looked forward to my romp with the guys, every chance we got .
We had s*x until we were out of breath. Then we’d put our clothes back on like nothing happened. After all, we were just cute university students.

I was at school one afternoon when I got a call about Chief’s accident.
“Hello, are you manarịa?”

Yes.

“Chief’s last words were to call you”.

I was widowed at 23. Random teary faces I could not stand to see. Some of them wailing more than the bereaved.
I stood there in my black dress unable to shed a tear. I wore bold sunglasses to at least not attract attention to myself.
The boys came, and they were ushered in as my childhood friends. I threw myself into their arms, and cried like I was dying. They guided me away, and attention was far from us. We had the nastiest s*x of our lives yet, right on my dead husband’s side of the bed, and he was not even in the ground yet.
After all, I was just a young widow, and the adults were too busy with food, and fake tears, while looking for what to steal, every opportunity they got.

We are all sinners I guess. I won’t tell if you don’t.

There was a loud knock on the door, so I let out a loud cry! One of the boys calmly said “she needs some time”.

The voice responded: You people should make sure she does not hurt herself please.

There was deek in my p***y during this exchange.

26/04/2026

Ifeanyi and I had a wonderful time exploring each other's bodies until it was time for me to go back to school.
The day before my travel, he came around to see me, but this time, the gateman caught us.

I asked him to join us, as a way to appease him, and that was the last day anyone saw Udoka, our gateman.
Whatever happened to him remained a secret between Ifeanyi and I, and that secret died with Ifeanyi.

On my way back from school one afternoon, I boarded a bike. While discussing my destination with him, I noticed his cute brown eyes, and marks all over his face. His brown hair, and light skin.
When I sat down, I could not hold myself back from admiring every tiny detail about him. I noticed he had more of those marks.
The way he smiled when some other bikemen greeted him,and the way he rode so skillfully, but with careful attention, had me fantasizing about him. Oh my thoughts were absolutely seggshual, but I was still a virgin, who also happens to know very s*xual things.

We arrived my destination a few minutes later, and while I reached for money in my bag to pay him, he started a coversation. I ignored him, but after I paid, I simply asked if he would like to come inside.
He looked straight in my eyes and said “invite me in”.
I did.

There is a certain belief about the extreme allure of Ogbanje children. I think the bikeman had that.
He sat on the floor in my room, and I gave him water to drink. I had no business taking off my clothes, but I needed to take a shower, after the hot sun.
I stripped down to my underwear, and when I tried to reach for my towel, he crawled to where I was, and traced a figure on my thighs, and then ran his fingers from my knees to my inner thighs. I could already feel the sensation swelling between my legs, but I managed to tell him that I'm still a virgin.
He looked up and asked my permission to sniff my slit.
I sat down on my study table and spread my legs a little. He came closer and buried his face there, and just sniffed to his satisfaction.
He then shifted my lace underwear, and used the tip of his tongue to flick my bean until I was shedding tears of pure bliss.
I discovered that day that I could reach or**sm a different type of way.
He left when we were done, and I took a shower and slept.

22/04/2026

EGWU ỌGỌDỌ is a childhood play that taught us a lot about personal hygiene, grooming, maintenance and resilience.

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