FILTHY RICH+NO FAMILY  VS FILTHY POOR+FAMILY

Honestly, this is a really tough choice for me( i love family but money also, is VERY very necessary)...
    Being filthy rich is literally everybody's dream, the fleet of cars, private jets, best of designers, the mansions and luxury...phew!...you can have anything money can buy even a persons soul, attention and conscience (true!)... Money does not assure you happiness, Fine! but personally i would rather cry in my Lamborghini with a huge cup of ice cream, chocolate bars and the finest of wine than in a cubicle for a house..just saying...money does not assure good health but it provides proper treatment... But is wealth, the glamour, fame, respect and luxury attached to it worth more than having your own family?....All the wealth in the world with no family to share it with, no wife/husband, no children, no companion...No one else, just you...
    Flipping the coin now... people say poverty is a disease, it attracts sickness, bad luck and suffering... but also, people say poverty brings you closer to God( i don't agree with that statement tho, i think poverty draws you closer to crime, rituals and sin)..."A contented man is the wealthiest of all", but how do you stay contented when you have nothing, not even the basic necessities of living..just saying... The advantage tho, having a family... A family that loves and cares for you, a family that will always be there for you even when everyone else isn't...You will have true friends and not the types that stick around for the money... You will have someone to call you mum or dad, a little you.. but also, A family you can't feed and cloth properly...A family you can't give proper treatment when sick and give proper education....i really don't know!... but this is just my perspective, the way i see things... Definitely different from a whole lot of other people (eg people that say they can die for love..lol)... i just pray we'll never be caught in this mix but if you find yourself in this situation...If you had to choose between WEALTH OR FAMILY, Which would you rather pick?.....and why?.......#HONEST

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PART 3

He was close to perfection, an ideal gentleman,  my ideal fairy tale…..He did everything possible to make me happy, I fell deeper each passing day…I found myself saying and doing things I never imagined I could ( I don’t exactly believe in love and shii like that) but I think this time he really got me bad…I loved him a little too much and I let all my emotions go out of control…I was officially a sucker for love…*sigh*…Neil  got me gifts for no good reasons, he was always there whenever I needed him, even when I acted like I was fine he always saw through me…I tried my best to keep up and be there for him too, and I guess I was doing a pretty good job at it but I never felt I was doing enough no matter how hard I tried, but he never seem to complain….. As usual I had a clash of emotions, I was happy to have him but I was also scared of losing him or worse, he breaking my heart… (I have this believe that all men are cheats and liars) but no matter how much I searched for his faults I never did find anything to hold on to and that even scared me more…was this all a game?  a dare or bet he made with his friends?  am I actually the side chick? Does he just want to hit and run? These were questions I frequently asked myself, I never really could digest the possibility that he was for real….this made me really sad, I wished I could just bring myself to stop worrying and enjoy all the beautiful moments…I did a really good job covering my worries but It never really escaped my mind for a moment….We had our first official fight after 2 weeks but it didn't even last for an hour…after that we had a series of other misunderstanding but nothing major…

It was a cold Tuesday, I woke up excited (for no good reason)….something about that day felt incredibly good (like it was going to be the best ever) I knew something really big and exciting was coming my way…i got to class late (as usual) , then I was told there was some sort of lecturers conference and we were free for the day…..oh boy was I happy, “a free day! no lectures! I knew today would be great ”I said to myself, thinking of the million other  things I could do instead…Finally, my friend and I decided to hit the town, we got junks and drinks, music Cd and videos, it felt like a vacation( a very much needed vacation indeed)…we spent the whole day jesting , being all dramatic and gossiping, until around 10pm then we headed back to school….on my way I decided to make a stop since Neil’s place was close by….i tried calling to check if he was home but I got no answer…I didn't want to risk it so strolled back to get a cab to school, on my way back I saw the cutest couple ever making out in a corner then I realized how much I had missed Neil, all I could think about was the crazy thing he did with his eyes and the way he bit his lips whenever I kissed his ears and neck…Even more I remembered that day was our 2 months anniversary so I took a leap of faith and headed to his place…. I got in, greeted the guards because they knew me well (I was a regular customer here…lol)… From the gate I could hear the blast of “I love bad bitches that’s my fucking problem” coming from his speakers….shaking my head and laughing, I knocked on his door… I got no reply at first then I heard him shout “come in motherfuckers”(don’t mind my French), obviously he was expecting friends over…I entered and was welcomed by a choking smell and the stench of fermented alcohol, I coughed nonstop for about  6 seconds …..Then i walked through the passage into his room, where I saw him foolishly happy and dancing to Kendrick Lamar’s verse of the song… his room looked like a junky arena, with cigarette, vodka and other rolled up “leaves”(you know what I mean)…I stood there staring, trying to convince myself that this wasn't real, unaware that I was standing at his door, he did his popular back flip and landed right in front of me…. The most awkward moment in my life as I stared into his eye (usually, I get goose bumps doing this but instead I was in rage) unsure of what to do or say I simply stood there my heart filled with disappointment…… he stood in front of me obviously speechless and high…… he then held me firmly but this time it hurt, looked into my eyes with his breath tainted with alcohol and cigarette he said to me “this is me baby, you’ll have to take me like this because I won’t let you go… you are mine until I say otherwise” I felt a chill of fear run through me... I couldn't believe what I was hearing, I closed my eyes and counted to 10 in my head hoping all this sadness would disappear….and just when I thought it couldn't get any worse….a girl wearing nothing else but his shirt(my favorite one) walked out of his bathroom saying “boo”...... REALLY! Really! ... Neil really! HER! I found myself saying in a low voice, close to tears (she was his supposed cousin and she was super nice to me)… I felt my eyes betraying me; it was filled with tears waiting for my command to burst out… I could feel my throat tightening and burning, I couldn't speak another word or I’ll just let it all out … I had it under control in my own way, I think *sad laugh*…….i could feel my eyes putting up a fight but I could also feel all my defense falling apart as a tear rolled down my left cheek over my lips… And For the first time ever I felt true hate, not for him but me…. for being so stupid and believing every word he said to me.... but how could I have known? .......

The End???....should there be a part 4....???

PART 2

He helped me regain my balance with as much care as possible.....it felt like those movie moments when they both slowly draw so close,breathing intensely on each other(hopefully his breath doesn't stink..lol)...that magical moment, that spark that just triggers the urge to kiss *sighs deeply*..PausE.....but fact is we r Nigerians, we aint that spontaneous *bursts ur bubble*..hehe...i had fully recovered but as a drama queen that i am(thank you thank you) i had to spice it up n make it a little more dramatic...lol...So i acted imbalanced, clung tightly to him, his packs pressing against my firm breasts....i did a little limping and put on a drowsy look while breathing heavy and said in a faint and weak voice "i'm fine" then slumped slowly into his arms again(i should be an actress)....i can remember how his biceps pressed against my wanting body *pheww!* ....My acting was so convincing that the coach allowed me sit through the rest of the training...and oh yes, he played shirtless...*shines teeth*...After the practice was over i got up to head back to my hostel (limping....hehe)....i moved really slow hoping he'll sight me and may be follow me(twitter shii...lol)....After a long distance covered in slow motion, i finally got my wish *smiles sheepishly*....An awkward silence filled the air, right after he said "by the way, my name is Niel" as we walked to my hostel but i ddnt mind the silence...not at all!!... i was with The HUNK, the really HOT hunk!!!...i could see other girls staring and checking us out...i was so excited i gisted everyone that cared to listen and forced those that ddnt care to listen,  about my little fairy tale encounter...From that day, our stroll down to my hostel became constant and so did the chances of I having genuine feelings for him....*sighs*

We hung out a lot and got really close...It was fun, really fun but i had issues with the fact that literally everyone knew him, a lot of girls inclusive.....we never really had private moments even at his own place(i love attention,from someone i have feelings for tho) but it was something i was willing to overlook..or so i thought.....On this particular day, the atmosphere felt different, something about it felt more chilled, tensed and romantic...as we sat at a restaurant close to a pool (i told myself  "it's probably just the pool"), i particularly love the way he looked at me that night, with so much affection and want, an intense but slight shock ran through my body as he stroked my hair with his huge palm (btw, i'm a believer of the saying "ur palm is directly proportional to the size of ur D"...*clears throat*)...There and then he finally asked me out, officially...It felt incredibly good to be wooed by him (he would pass for a porn star any day....hehe)...The atmosphere and the mood was too perfect for us to deny each other of the long awaited kiss....i could see the want in his eyes, (it spelled a little more than just a kiss tho) as he slipped his palm over my cheek and gave me a tender kiss on the cheek, then two kisses buh this time a little closer to my lips...he moved closer putting one arm around my waist and the other brushing my long silky hair back, he looked into my eyes grabbing me tighter with his hands slightly above my waist, his grip was so firm but did not hurt a bit, his other hand laid behind my neck and all i could think of was nothing else at all but kissing him...he slowly leaned towards me, giving me a slight kiss on my lower lip then he withdrew slowly looking in my eyes like he was waiting for me to respond....Realising this, I  gave a wanting breath and before i could decide whether to just kiss him or leave it for another day....He locked his luscious lips with mine, not caring who was looking he kissed me passionately and without hesitation i kissed him back.....it was the best first kiss (from him tho..*covers face*) ever...As we withdrew finally, the only thing my entire being wanted was to say "YES" (and have more of that too...*smiles tenderly*)...Before my brain could recover from the recess my 'mouth' said and i quote "YES Niel, i'll be your girlfriend and anything else you want me to be. I love you way more than my body and mind can process"...and oh yeah, my brain got back from it's vacation and i shocked at what i just said...i sounded like a desperate woman and a love sick puppy...as i looked at him with so much awkwardness, we burst into laughter...then he said to me "Don't worry babe, i understand and i promise i'll never hurt you or let you go".........I WISH HE KEPT HIS PROMISE

You know the big buzz about dating a tall hunky basket ball player, well been there! done that!, it's all sexy and brag-full at the beginning but believe me it's not as awesome as it sounds...eventually

PART 1
     It was a less sunny afternoon than usual, i jugged out of my hostel my hair flinging everywhere and i feeling like some celebrity athlete...lol..i was already late for basket ball practice and i really was not in the mood for the coaches wahala...at about an hour late i got to the court and met no one there, i paused to check around if i was in the right place n yes i was...hehe....feeling like a boss and a punctual student i sat my ass there chilling, clueless was i that the training had been moved to the indoor court...i realized it after sometime when common sense finally hit me, literally......a PE student tapped me rudely to ask why i was there instead of in training...i clumsily got off my ass and sprinted to the indoor court...i entered unnoticed by the coach and while i was trying to avoid the tiring jugging session i was nabbed..sad..but surprisingly, she wasn't in the mood to nag...i did my laps and then joined the team in the lay-ups....
       As i got in line i saw an Everest right in front of me, blocking everything else....i looked up slowly (like in the movies) to view it's peak then it turned and spoke....errmm, okay!...a little breathless, i managed to listen and not just stare because this mountain was shirtless...pheww!...and the first words he spoke in a very sexy, husky, 'i want to devour you' voice were " i'm coming back for you " as he went on his turn for the lay-up and yes he made his shot........ A little unbalanced as the hunk ran back towards me while i was going for my turn...i knew i had to make an impression and ball like a pro, (that was probably not the best idea had i known what was coming) still thinking about that shirtless body i went on my turn, pro-style(which i would have done nicely on a normal day).... Next i remember is me flat on the floor with my head and ass hurting much...
        I opened my eyes trying to process what just happened....And there he was, right over me, leaning so closely in this very embarrassing moment was the hunk that caused this...i had the worse concussion ever as he ask for my name, confused and with mixed feelings of embarrassment, excitement, anger, shyness, regret for trying the pro thing and a whole other feeling i cannot explain...... i was just staring at those manly boobs and sexily framed packs....(sexy boys shouldn't be allowed to play shirtless anymore.... lol)....He pulled me up gently with very little effort, it felt so good (so good i even considering falling again)....this moment marked the beginning of something "Awesome" for me or so i thought...........