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Doctor, So As my Twin Brother and I were māking Iove In the Toilet that midnight, We heard a voice, it Sounds just Like Aunty Gloria...
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‎"Open the door, It's me, I want to Úrinate, please open the door fast fast!!..."
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‎We became so scared, we knew we're done for, But we just have to Open the toilet door, and be prepared for the Worse.
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‎As we opened the door, we saw Her 9 year old daughter, Goodness.
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‎"what are the both of you doing in the toilet, this is not A male Toilet"
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‎"Ssshhh, I know, my brother didn't know where the toilet is, so he came here "
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‎As we were still discussing, Aunty Gloria came!!!
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‎"Ahnn Ahnn what's happening here, Fredrick And Flourish, why are you both not sIeeping?, and What are doing in a Female's toilet?"
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‎"emm... I have told Goodness the reason, I didn't know where the Male toilet was, so I just entered this one, not knowing that my Twin Sister is already here!"
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‎"Don't try this again, FoIIow me, so I can show you Your own toilet!"
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‎That was just how we escaped being caught that very Midnight.
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‎The next Morning, we had our devotion in that house, To be honest, it has been a very Long time we did Morning Christian Devotion in our Own house, I guessed Aunty Gloria is a very Strict Christian.
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‎So that morning, after the Praise, Worship , Short Exhortation and sermons, Aunt Gloria and her husband said that we'll be fasting today, And the fasting will last till 3pm. My Twin Brother and I nearly fainted when I heard that Announcement!...
‎Fasting??..., when last did we do such exercise, as a matter of fact, I don't use food to play In our house, My Three Square mēals are always in tact...
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‎I tried to give excuse to Aunt Gloria
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‎"Ma, I'm having UIcer, I might not join everyone in the fasting"
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‎"Nne, it's just now till 3pm, and we might not fast again till you leave, this Fasting is an order from our Church that we're going; they said every Home should fast, so that's Why I Decided to make sure we don't miss out in the blessing "
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‎What surprises us was that, I could see Joy in the faces of Aunt Gloria's three Children, Hezekiah, Prosper and Goodness, it's just as if they're used to it, or Fasting gives them Pleasure.
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‎I went to my room, And took the blanket and SIept in annoyance that morning!, my stomach was Rumbling, Others are praying, but Where should I start from?, Our parents didn't teach us how to pray, Well, I would say, we didn't want to learn it
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‎We stopped going to church for a very long time, and The only thing our parents taught us is EVlL!, How to Romànce and have SexuaI advances with my Twin Brother, Nothing more, nothing Iess.
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‎As I laid on my bed, looking at the ceiling, wondering the kind of "Prison" I entered, Goodness entered the room. I'm actually sharing room with Goodness, since we're the only Girls in the house.
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‎As I Iooked at her, I hissed in disgúst, everything was just pi***ng me off.
‎She came to the bed gently, and Greeted me
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‎"Hi Aunty FIourish, hope you're fine, You're not happy, what's the reason?"
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‎I Iooked at her and hissed Ioudly
‎"Just mind your business Iittle rat, And again, Let me warn you, anytime I'm in the Toilet, And you know that I'm there, It's better you wait or you Ieave, don't ever tell Me to Leave the toilet for You, I'm not your Mate!"
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‎"I'm sorry FIourish, The Urìne was really Pressing me, so that's why I came to the toilet; but I heard you and brother Fredrick yesterday, you were saying something Iike kìss me, and all of that!"
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‎Immediately I heard that, I sat on the bed, and Iooked at her surprised at what she said
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‎"Wait, You said you heard something like "Kîss me" in the toilet yesterday??"
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‎"Yes Aunty FIourish,I Heard aImost everything, and I was just wondering who you were kissìng in the toiIet, whether it's your Brother, because I know my Mom said that kïssing is totally bad...."
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‎I'll be dropping This Sàd Unbelievable Story every blessed day, But if I don't see 9K likes, then I'll assume that we don't like this new Story that I just brought now, and I'll probably post another thing entirely...
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‎Those reading this Story for the first time, Don't forget to tap the FoIIow Button Above, for the continuation, so that Facebook can Notify You Themselves, immediately I drop the Next One, Just in case you want to know what happened in this Sad Journey of this Twins
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My Parents came to my room one night, and told me To remøve my CIothes, so My Twin Brother can slêêp with me and enjoy ourselves.
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‎According to them, the Weather that Midnight was so cold, so they expected us to be cuddling ourselves in the same room. I told them that I was so tîred that night, that maybe some other time, but they shøuted at Me, and Reluctantly, I Opened my Clothes, And My brâ, And then they watched us Dêfiled us at that spot.
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‎I was just frownīng, so ãngry, 11 year old us being subjected to EvîI from our parents.
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‎"That's how the two of you Supposed to do!, sometimes at night, you should come to each other, if it's kìssing, you kìss each other; if it's Súcking or anything, Just do!" my parents said, and left our room that night. I Angrîly carried my bedsheets and covered myself and slept off.
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‎My dad even introduced My twin Brother to Pørngraphic Videos. I even remember that fateful afternoon, that particular one that I can never forget, My dad came close to my twin Brother and saw him watching Cartoons on the TV.
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‎"Where's your Twin Sister?" he asked
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‎"ohhh, she hurriedly went to get things, but she'll soon be back"
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‎"Alright, so you're watching Cartoons?"
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‎"Yes Daddy "
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‎My Dad moved closer to me, and whispered
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‎"See son, How many times are we going to tell you, Flourish, your Twin sister, is your lover, She's going to be your Wife in the future, your Soulmate, so it's better you start now!..., start to be tūrning her on, start to be treating her like A Queen that she is!, start to Romantically touch her,"
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‎So he gave his phone to watch põrn and EvîI videos, and I Instructed me to touch my sister the way they do in the video!.
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‎As I was watching, I was a sēnsation in my bødy, My littIe manhøød started getting straightened, I wasn't feeIing alright.
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‎My Twin sister came in, and Asked me what I was watching, I said I was calculating some figures, but I told us that we should go and ènjoy ourselves as you normally do...
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‎"Fredrick, when did you start asking for this?, I thought anytime we do it, is when mummy and Daddy Førced us to do it?, you have started having the ùrge?"
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‎"Well, Flourish, Daddy Messaged me that we should not just be idIe at home, and moreso you know we are lovers and...."
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‎"...shut up your mouth jhoorr, " I interrupted him, "... that's where they'll see you..., so what did you want from me now Fredrick?"
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‎"I have told you earlier sister, what we normally do..."
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‎"Then I'm not that ready for it now, but you can kìss me now, and when I'm ready, I'll meet you in the róom, so we do our 'normal"
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‎So my Brother came close, kìssed me, and started gràbbing my Bùttocks so hard, I had to slightly push him and shoùted on how he was just holding with so Much energy and førce.
‎y dad heard the commotion from upstairs, and came downstairs, and shoùted at Me
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‎"Flourish, why're You so stùbborn?, Your Twin Brother is trying to treat you as a Queen that you are, and make some Ióve to you, and every time, you're always giving excuses"
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‎"Daddy it's not what you think, emm..., I'm cooking, I just went out to get some ingredients, and, we kìssed just now, I told him after, when I'm done, we'll continue in the room"
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‎"In this kind of Ióve making, other things can pause for now, you'll do the cooking later, For now, you and your Twin Brother should go upstairs and make Ióve;... Infact, The two of you should go, I'll be foIIowing you at your back In case anyone of you tries to misbehave!.."
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‎"Okay Daddy, there's no need for you to foIIow us please, we'll comply, I promise " I said Fàintly, and fear fully, because I know the kind of Dad I have.
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‎"No!!, I must foIIow the two of you, don't question My order, Just move upstairs..."
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Men are intentional beings, na you go dey love them with all your heart 😂

Let me tell you a little story…..

I dated my ex for 2 yrs and within those period of time, man was steady trying to get me pregnant, even proposed!

He would boldly declare how I was destined to carry his child, how my womb was blessed and how it was a blessing for me to bear his offsprings.

He would go on and on, exalting his manhood like gospel, but the only thing divine about him was his stinking audacity!

Infact! After some co**al congenital meet n greet, I would start considering it.

But I’m an intentional being myself, I no fit born pikin wey I no fit take care of plus pregnancy was bad news to my tiny waist (I was 19inches at some point) that tiny and cinched! I was a model, fine little shiit😍

One of the worst decisions I ever made was giving in to his desperate crusade to immortalize himself through my womb.

We touched our first tangible business money and I convinced myself that success in business could translate into success in building a family.
Not to mention how much pressure he was giving me.

Oh how wrong was I!
Rookie mistake!

I became intentional, I took in, then told him about it.

Once the news dropped, his behavior collapsed faster than Nigeria’s power grid, bureaucratic drama mixed with police brutality energy.

Any small thing, he will shout at me, getting irritated unnecessarily, even my baby Amaka was pi**ed at me for being so calm, I wasn’t known for the calms! 😩😫

I couldn’t fathom why this man who claimed to love me to death was behaving like I was begging him for this when he was the one who nagged me into it our entire relationship.

The camel that broke the toes back abi how dem Dey talk am, was when I got a call one night from my baby girl Jane-amanda about seeing him hanging out with the same girl he had warned me to stay away from, how she was full of corruption, wayward and dirty. 🤦🏾‍♀️

My body was betraying me, my health was failing, I was hospitalized that week and yet this hediot of a man couldn’t lift a finger to check on me.
Out of rage and adrenaline, I stormed his house like a madwoman, broke into his apartment, and even I still wonder how I pulled it off.

I sat on his bed and waited patiently for him to return and alas, around 2:45am that day he came back drunk with the same girl he had warned me about.

I was in the room when they came in and instantly started fornicating in the living room.

I waited patiently for them to make it to the room to find me. Ahhh my head was hot!

I won’t lie! I almost lost myself that night.

But surviving it taught me this: anger doesn’t have to be action. I turned my fury into boundaries and my survival into a plan.

They both nearly had a heart attack from seeing me standing by the doorway.

I ranted all night like a mad person, broke bottle! and finally left his apartment to mine the next morning then went straight to a pharmacy and bought important items, took care of myself and moved on because no be go kpai on top man matter.

You don't value me? I move on and treat you like you don't exist!

Ladies, men are intentional beings, believe it or not, the signs are always there.
It’s up to you to recognize them and make choices that protect your future.

Don’t let blind love turn you into a fool. And please, don’t let anyone weaponize morality or religion to trap your destiny or tie down your womb in the name of piety.

Intelligence is not optional, it’s survival.”

And yes, this was me back then 😍

I wanted to place my wife on a salary after giving birth but my friends discouraged me.

After my wife gave birth, she had given birth to twins at the time. She was working as a secretary in a firm, but because of her pregnancy and the nature of her job, she was given leave to return three months after delivery.

Fortunately, she gave birth to twins, and going back was not easy because she really needed to stay at home and tend to the kids. Being someone who always had her own money, I thought it wise to place her on salary so that whenever she wanted to buy something for herself or eat what she desired, she could easily get it.

But the mistake I made was discussing this idea with some close friends at work.

I asked them,

“Guys, is it really bad if I place my wife on salary, seeing that she just gave birth, and will need money at hand?”

One of my friends snapped immediately.

“Salary for what? Why would you give her a salary? Is she not your wife? Is she your housemaid?”

I replied calmly,

“No, but I’m just thinking… This is someone who has worked all her life. Now she’s stuck at home with the babies. At least she should have something to hold on to.”

But another friend cut in angrily,

“It is you people that empower women. When you start this now, tomorrow she’ll go and tell my wife, and that one will start disturbing me. My brother, don’t start what you cannot finish. If you give her money for the house, that’s enough. Let her manage herself till she resumes work.”

I thought about it deeply and concluded that maybe they were right. I didn’t place her on any salary.

Now, my wife is the kind of woman who doesn’t know how to ask. All her life she has been independent, and I got carried away by that.

One evening, I returned from work and went into the bedroom. My wife had already ironed and arranged my clothes for the next day, as she always did. The twins were asleep in their cot, and she was in the kitchen preparing dinner.

Just then, her phone rang. It was lying on the bed, so I picked it up and handed it to her before stepping out.

I overheard the conversation. It was her elder brother.

After the exchange pleasantries, her brother asked,

“My sister, how are you doing? You don’t sound happy. Is everything alright?” he asked.

She tried to sound cheerful.

“I’m fine. Everything is okay.”

But her brother pressed further.

“No, you don’t sound fine. Tell me, what’s wrong?”

After a pause, she said softly,

“Please, can you help me recharge my phone? I’ve run out of airtime. And if you can, help me subscribe for data too. I’ve been out for a week now.”

Her brother was shocked.

“Why didn’t you say so? You should have told me earlier.” He promised to send her some money immediately.

When she ended the call, I stood frozen. My chest felt tight. As a man, it struck me hard. My wife had to reach out to her brother for something as little as airtime and data, while I was there, doing nothing.

I really felt bad because as the man of the house, I am supposed to be the provider. If a man gets married to his wife and she still has to reach out to her brothers or family for help, then something is wrong. It’s not like I didn’t have the money. It’s not like we were poor. We were okay. I was okay. I just failed to take responsibility.

To me, it was a slap to my face. A big slap.

Later, during dinner, I asked her gently,

“Why didn’t you tell me you needed money for these things?”

She lowered her eyes and replied,

“You should know me by now. I don’t know how to ask. I’ve always worked and had my own. It’s not easy for me to come and start asking you for small things.”

I felt a sting in my heart. I reached for her hand.

“I’m sorry. From today, I’ll make sure you don’t lack anything.”

She smiled faintly, but I could see the sadness in her eyes. After the meal, I gave her some money. To my surprise, she broke down in tears.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, alarmed.

She wiped her eyes and whispered, “For over three months now, since I gave birth, I’ve been so broke. I couldn’t even buy shortbread, my favorite snack. I would see it in the shop, but I’d just close my eyes and walk away. Anything I see that I like, I pretend as if I don’t need it. It has not been easy for me.”

My throat tightened, and I felt ashamed. Right there, I promised myself never to let her go through that again.

From that day onward, I placed her on a monthly allowance. She never squandered it; instead, she used it wisely. Anytime I sent her money, she would rush to me with excitement, singing my praises,

“My husband, my husband, my Odogwu Bubu!” and dance around the room.

I would blush and laugh, and sometimes I would send her even more, just to see that glow on her face. Those moments brought peace into our home, because she knew she was valued and cared for.

Marriage is not about listening to outsiders. It is about protecting your home, prioritizing your partner, and making sure their needs are met in love.

Morals

Never allow external voices to dictate how you run your home. You and your spouse know what works best for your family.

Marriage is about partnership and care. Providing for your spouse, even in small ways, is a seed of love that grows into peace, happiness, and respect.

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