Everyman has a home and the beauty of it is to come back and meet it in one piece. Home is a safe heaven and seeing a roof over ones head is enough blessing.
My home is a blessing. I grew up as a child of grace knowing God is a big deal and ability to fear the goodness of God goes along way to speak about my personality as an individual. God is good and when you see what he has done in your life and the lives of others around you, you will marvel and praise his name everyday of your life.
My story of safety started when I was about going to see dad. I was hit by a friend and this gave me a deep scar on my face and I know I need to carry this badge and explain to as many people as possible about what has happened to my face. Currently dad is late but trying to look pass the days when he was present I really enjoyed his company and all he has thought me to become a better person. After his death I got to understand that he was a man of ultimate values and responsibilities. From a Nigeria point of view "e no easy to be a man". This phrase has made me strong and to value what's inside of my self as a child with too many wisdom and my abilities only need to be tapped in other to have enough space to vent my feelings and my intellect to the world to see. After classes I went for break and realized all my friends were not willing to speak out what they had passed through in the hands of their fathers. This was contrary to how I was raised and realized as a child we all have feelings and thoughts and our thinking processes goes a long way to show we are all humans roaming the world with our various smiles and hurt. My friends ones told me how their dad doesn't give them food stuffs and provisions to take to school. At first on hearing this I thought to myself how careless some parents could be about the lives of their kids knowing that this could lead them to steal from their friends which I am no exception to this. I felt like crying on hearing this things from my three best friends who were so much enthusiastic about the future and what it brings but since there dads were acting strange they were of the opinion to surprise their parents by being great.
Any man who grew up in my type of setting will have to understand that parents come first in everything we do. Being our role models and those who made us learn numbers and languages from childhood before schools and classes came into the picture. Excited to learn a new language as a child was a big deal and learning to seat, crawl and move our legs as a child is one feeling I have grown to understand why valuing one's parents is a special thing.
My parents thought me why safety first is the most important thing in the life of any child. I was taught to protect my siblings being the first child. Raising them as though my dad was not alive. This doesn't mean I was fully responsible for their upkeep and welfare but acting as a protector when dad was not there. Being the first child in a traditional African setting means huge responsibility has been placed on your shoulder and you must be ready to take up the job at all cost. Dad trusted me with his children he often said "what if I am no more what will you do differently"? I thought to myself how I am not lazy and how I will be able to match up alot of kids especially my peer groups and seniors in the Real world despite not knowing what the future holds. I have been an optimistic child and I preach it in any where I find myself most especially around those who have more time and experience than me.
My second box of safety first started when I was told to use the first aid box. This was new to me but I was proud of the way I handled it when called upon to practicalize what I've learnt on a dying child who had a cut on his leg and blood was gushing out profusely. I immediately ran to my nearest first aid box to help save the boys life. Now I am proud of myself to have saved this boys life as he is grown now to become a professional doctor who always values people's life before his.
My level of experience is second to non and I'm confident in my skills and what I can do. My world has been peaceful and has all the goodies of a better life in it. Being a muslim in Nigeria you are taught about how to fear your maker, Allah. When ever I am tempted I think about Allah and his blessings and punishment in the year after and with just this feeling I remember all of his mercies in my life.
The story is about a young man who was forsaken by his country, state and tradition African setting. The elders failed him and his culture hasn't done enough to support his dreams. He has travelled but no sense of fulfillment and passion in what he does so he resulted to taking drugs and sleeping with women as an escape route for his predicament. He never found who to marry as marriage was only a fiery tale as those who came around him only needed the little capital he had and not his personality.
Stella Richard married Rene Kingston in the place of her sister Sophia due to some reasons. But from the beginning, she knows that her marriage was just a time-limit contract and once the time was up she had to go. For RK, this marriage was just a burden but for her, it was a gift from God. Because RK was the man who she had loved all her Youth... So, in the meantime of her marriage, Stella did her best so that this marriage may work out. But on the day she found she was pregnant, her husband gives her the divorce paper and said... "I don't want this child. Don't forget to abort." These words come out of his mouth, like a bomb for Stella, and changed her life... She signed her name on the divorce paper and left the house... Because she doesn't want to be with such a cold-hearted man... Five years later... RK bought the company In which Stella worked. But Stella did her best not to have anything to do with him... Because she had a child and she didn't want him to find out about him... But one day When Stella picked up her son from school he saw her... RK, "How dare you had a child with another man?" Stella, "I don't think it has anything to do with you." RK was about to say more when his gaze fell on the child beside her... His face looked as same as when he was young...
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
Scarlett was left betrayed and broken beyond repair when her best friend Megan set her up with the male escort who stole her virginity...Or at least, that's what she thought he was. There was something odd about the strong and strikingly beautiful man that she spent a night with. Despite the pure hatred she felt for him, the deals he ended up offering wasn't one she could refuse. Scarlett always thought she'd marry her soulmate but turns out, that won't be the case for her. But could her mysterious husband make his way through her broken heart and fix it? It's hard to imagine but love has funny ways to manifest in places where it's least expected....