Ajebo Writer

I drove my car to the car wash for a thorough cleaning and steaming

Adjacent to the car wash is a cozy bar where you could relax and wait.

I took the opportunity to enter the bar and unwind while I waited for the guys to finish washing my car

After a couple of minutes, the attendant called my attention, indicating that my car was ready.

As I was about entering my car, I saw a small girl carrying a tiny bucket of water and struggling to walk

It was hard to tell if she was very small in stature or still a baby

What shocked me was that she was about to cross the busy road with the bucket, while her mother stood on the other side carrying a larger bucket on her head, with a newborn strapped to her back, shouting at her to hurry up.

I smiled at the little girl as our eyes met, took the bucket from her, held her hand, and helped her cross the road.

Then I followed the mom and we walked till we got to their house just around the corner

The mom was so happy, she thanked me and prayed for me

I smiled and as I turned to leave she begged me to wait and before I could even respond or react she ran inside the house

I hope she’s not about to pay me or give me food o, I was thinking

The next thing, she came out carrying two 25-litre jerrycans and handed them to me.

“Oga, abeg help me fetch these ones too. Abeg make I quickly cook for my husband.”

I was stunned. I didn’t know how to react!

I heard a sound & turned around. Sitting outside was a young, fully grown, heavily built man, shirtless, drinking alomo & smoking w**d.

Immediately, I knew he was the husband.

In that moment, I paused and locked eyes with her for a few seconds. Then I turned around, walked back to my car, got in, and drove off.

Lagos

Ajebo Writer

©️AjeboWriter Kingdavid

I asked my husband to help me shave because I’m heavily pregnant and could barely reach, and becauseof that, I’m itchy and miserable

Next thing he went and put on a nose mask, gloves, and dark shades… dressed up like I have Ebola

I felt so insulted and embarrassed and he said I’m taking things too far that it’s not that deep.

This is the same man who, before I got pregnant, would eat and suck me down there like a thirsty dog. Now, because I’m pregnant and needs his help to shave, he’s treating me like an infection.

What’s more upsetting is that I know if the situation were reversed I would help him in a heartbeat no questions asked

Well, since my husband finds my puci disgusting to shave, I’ll punish him by letting the handsome bachelor next door do it.

Yes, I’ve seen the way he looks at me even in my condition, so I’m sure he won’t need protective gear to help me down there.

The End

Ajebo Writer

©️AjeboWriter Kingdavid

Since I was born, I had never seen so much bl00d spilled like I saw two nights after my wedding to the love of my life, my husband and bestie.

Before we got married, we were best friends.

We did everything together.

From watching the same movies, loving the same music, and even supporting the same football club.

Chelsea, of course.

In fact, at some point, people actually thought we were twins, not even a couple, because of how close we were.

We wore matching clothes, loved the same musical artistes, and even played games together.

From board games to video games, our love was inseparable and very unconditional.

I loved this quiet, gentle, and smart young man who found my drama arousing and never complained about how competitive I was.

Until two days after our wedding.

I had never seen this side of him before.

The aggression, violence, and lack of empathy.

I have always heard that marriage changed people, but I never thought I would ever experience such.

I watched my husband, and his face was different. He wasn’t smiling; he was not even looking at me as he brutal!zed me.

I had never seen so much bl00d spilled before.

He flung me like I weighed feathers, held my neck, and landed a blow right on my face.

Before I had a chance to recover from the bl0w, a ki

There was this colleague who just joined our company. Since she was new, I decided to help her settle in. Partly because I wanted her to feel comfortable, and partly because when I first joined, nobody really helped me, so I knew exactly how that felt.

After a few months, we became very close. She had my kind of humor, so we laughed a lot, joked around, gossiped about colleagues, and even complained about our bosses together.

It didn’t take long for feelings to start developing.

I began liking her more and more. The more I got to know her, the more I realized we had a lot in common. We were both single, and things seemed to be heading somewhere.

One day, I asked if she’d like for us to hang out outside work.

“Of course,” she replied. “I’d love that.”

I smiled.

“Okay. I’ll find time.”

The following weekend, she messaged me.

She said she’d never been to Lekki Conservation Centre and wanted to visit. She also wanted to go to the beach afterward.

Omo, I was happy eh, so I immediately agreed.

That day, I ordered a ride. The fare was almost the price of a GIG trip from Lagos to Abuja, but I didn’t care. Love is blind!

I got to her place, picked her up, and we headed to the conservation centre.

We had fun, took pictures, laughed, and enjoyed the experience. Afterward, I ordered another ride to a beach in Victoria Island.

I paid for the tickets, bought food and drinks, and we settled in.

A few minutes later, she received a phone call.

When she ended it, she turned to me.

“Please, one of my friends wants to join us.”

I said, “Okay, it’s fine. She’s free. The more, the merrier.”

Then she asked if I could also pay the friend’s gate fee.

I hesitated briefly but agreed.

We walked to the gate.

That’s when I discovered the friend was a guy.

I was confused but kept quiet. I paid, and he joined us. Almost immediately, he started drinking from my drink like we were guys and eating my food shamelessly. Before long, the two of them were spending more time together than she was spending with me.

At some point, I found myself alone while they strolled hand-in-hand along the beach, kicking sand, laughing, and playing near the water.

An hour later, I decided to talk to her, so I pulled her aside and tried to hold her hand.

The way she snatched her hand away, you’d think I had Ebola. Then she quickly looked around to see whether the guy had noticed.

I was more confused than she looked. Then she smiled nervously and said, “Kings… um… why are you holding my hand?”

I laughed awkwardly. “Because I missed you. I just wanted us to spend some time together.”

She said, “Miss me ke? Wait, do you think that we’re on a date? Because I’m sorry, but we’re just colleagues. I don’t want my friend to have the wrong idea.”

Omo… I was stunned.

I didn’t say anything. I just apologized for my confusion and allowed her to go back to her friend.

Later, she came again and said she wanted to ride a horse. I said she was free to do whatever she wanted.

She went and climbed the horse happily. Moments later, the guy climbed onto the horse behind her, and the two of them rode away while the trainer guided them.

When they returned, she jumped down, ran towards me, and asked me to pay.

I said, “Pay for what?”

She said the horse ride wasn’t free, and I told her I knew, but why was she telling me?

She acted confused and asked why I was talking like that. But she told me she wanted to ride a horse.

I said, “Yes, you told me. So what?”

She said she didn’t bring any money because why would she? After all, I asked her out.

I told her I didn’t ask her out; she did. So she should have brought money. After all, I’d been paying for everything since.

She laughed a sarcastic laugh, like I must be joking.

The guy smiled nervously and said it was fine, he’d pay. He went out, made some calls, and after about 30 minutes, he finally managed to pay.

After he paid, my ride that I had ordered arrived, and I got up to leave. She looked shocked and asked where I was going.

I said, “Home.”

She said, “But I didn’t even tell her we’re leaving.”

I said, “We are not leaving. I’m leaving. You can stay with your friend.”

It was then she told me that she and the guy were just meeting for the first time. They had actually met online, and this was their first physical meeting. She asked me to wait a little so we could go back together because the guy lived on the Island.

I refused and said she could stay with her date and leave whenever she was ready, but I was leaving right then.

Then she said okay, I should send her transport fare because she didn’t come with any money.

At that point, I didn’t reply. I just entered the car and left.

She sent me some very insulting messages and called me broke and stingy. So I calculated how much we spent, from the ride to Lekki and the beach, to the food, drinks, and tickets, including her date’s own. Then I split it in half and sent my account number.

To my surprise and excitement, she sent the money later that night and blocked me.

Good riddance.

Now she’s telling everybody at work that because I asked her out and she refused, I told her to pay all the money I spent on the date I took her on, and she’s forwarding my chats and her receipts to them.

Now everybody is calling me stingy and wicked, but I don’t care.

I’m just happy that at least I recovered half of my money, and walked away with my self-respect intact.

That’s all that matters to me!

The End

Ajebo Writer

©️ AjeboWriter Kingdavid

I went to a mall close to my house to get a few groceries.

While I was standing in line waiting to pay, I felt someone tap me on the shoulder.

I turned around and saw a man in his late 30s or early 40s. Almost in a whisper, he said, “Please bros, help me pay for these things. My family is hungry. We haven’t eaten since morning. I just came here by faith.”

I looked into his basket and asked, “How much is everything?”

He said, “Not much, sir. About ₦5,000.”

I told him, “Go and add more things. I’ll wait.”

The man froze.

“How much more, sir?” he asked.

I replied, “As led by the Spirit.”

From where I was standing, I saw him running around the store. Next thing, this bandit carried bag of rice, 25-litre gallon of groundnut oil, and then went and stood in front of the cartons of noodles section

Omo, I just paid for the few things I came for, almost ran outside, entered my car and zoomed off.

Small test, you fail.

Poor people and wickedness.

The End

Ajebo Writer

©️AjeboWriter Kingdavid

I’ve been married to Felix for three years and in those three years, I’ve given him three beautiful daughters.

One night, I tried to initiate segz with my husband and, as usual, he said he was tired.

I was upset because “I’m tired” had become his favorite sentence whenever I wanted us to make love.

This was the same man who couldn’t keep his hands off me when we were dating and during the early years of our marriage. Suddenly, he was always tired.

That night, I finally asked him.
“Do you even love me anymore?”

My husband sat up, looked me straight in the eye and said something that broke me.

“You’ve become too big. You’ve lost your shape and I don’t feel attracted to you or even get aroused anymore.”

I tried to explain that raising three children wasn’t easy. Between cooking, cleaning, washing and taking care of the girls, I barely had time for myself. I told him that if I had help around the house, I could focus on losing weight and taking better care of myself.

The next morning, I started making calls. I reached out to friends, family members and colleagues, asking if they knew anyone who could work as a live-in help.

A month later, Moyin arrived.
She was a beautiful Yoruba girl from Ilorin, barely 18 years old.

Moyin was hardworking, respectful and cheerful. Before long, she became part of the family. My daughters adored her and I treated her like a younger sister.

With her help, I finally had time to breathe.

I joined a gym, started taking care of myself again and eventually got a job as a secretary at a law firm.

The job was demanding. I left home early and returned late most evenings.

But I was happy. I was losing weight, rebuilding my confidence and becoming the woman I used to be.

I thought things were finally getting better.
I was wrong.

Eight months later, Moyin got pregnant for my husband.

The day I found out felt like a nightmare.
I lost control and attacked her.
I was slapping and hitting her when Felix pushed me to the ground.

Then he shouted at me.
“Do you want to kill my son?”

I froze… “Your what?”

“My son,” he said. “The scan confirmed it’s a boy.”

“A boy!” I gasped

Then he calmly informed me that his family already knew about the pregnancy. In fact, they had fixed a date for their marriage.
The only reason he hadn’t told me was because he’d been too busy.

I started laughing. Not because it was funny but because it was the only thing stopping me from screaming.

“You fixed a wedding date and forgot to tell your wife because you were busy?”

He shrugged.

Then he said the words that finally shattered whatever was left of my marriage.

“If you don’t like it, take your daughters and leave.”

Today, Moyin no longer does any housework. Felix hired another maid for that.

Moyin now sleeps in the master bedroom with my husband while I occupy another room with my daughters.

But according to my mother and my pastor, this isn’t ordinary. They say the girl used something on him and I believe so!

Moyin used juju on my poor innocent husband. She put love portion in his food and so if prayers don’t work, my mother has already suggested another faster solution.

According to her, if Moyin used power, then power must answer power.

And in her words; “The lesser power must bow.”

The End

Ajebo Writer

©️AjeboWriter Kingdavid

It rained heavily that afternoon and since I was at home, I helped my neighbours pack their clothes from the line so they wouldn’t get soaked.

When they got back later that evening, I handed over the clothes. The wife thanked me, collected everything and went inside.

A few minutes later, she came back out with her husband, looking scared

The man asked me why I packed his wife’s underwear.

At first, I thought he was joking.

I explained that I wasn’t sorting through anybody’s clothes. I simply packed everything that was outside because the rain was pouring. She and I had washed our clothes that morning and used the same line.

Before I knew it, he started shouting.

He said it was a taboo for a single man to touch or see his wife’s underwear. According to him, I should have left her bras and panties outside in the rain, packed every other item and then gone to find a woman to help with the rest.

I was too shocked to even respond.

I looked at the wife, hoping she would say something since this isn’t the first time I had done something like this, although I’d never packed her un**es betore.

Omo, this woman couldn’t even look me in the eye.

The man kept going. He said I wanted to sleep with his wife. He asked why else I would touch a married woman’s bra and panties.

At that point, neighbours had started coming outside. Even the landlord was the first to come out.

Since I moved into that compound, I had never been that embarrassed.

Me that normally mind my business.

I was so ashamed that I stopped talking completely.

The landlord eventually asked the man what could be done to settle the matter.

The man paused dramatically, looked at me, looked at the landlord and then announced that according to tradition, I had to provide one goat, one white fowl, two tubers of yam and pay ₦100,000.

I honestly thought everybody would laugh because this must be a joke or a prank.

Omo… Nobody laughed.

The landlord actually turned to me and begged me to accept it for the sake of peace.

I told them I didn’t have ₦100,000.

The man said okay because of the landlord I can pay ₦80,000.

I said even if they arrest me they won’t have 80k with me.

After another round of negotiations, they finally brought it down to ₦50,000 but the husband insisted I must still buy the goat, fowl and yams so they could perform the cleansing ritual that was required.

I was exhausted at this point. Everybody in my street and neighborhood were staring at me.

That was how I followed this man to the market, bought the goat, bought the fowl, bought the yams and transferred ₦50,000 to him.

Immediately the money entered, his entire mood changed.

He started smiling.

He started explaining.

He said it wasn’t personal. He had nothing against me. He knew I wasn’t interested in his lazy wife that couldn’t come outside to pack her own clothes.

“It’s just tradition bros. We just need to appease the gods that’s all.” he said.

I didn’t even answer him. I just walked away, entered my room and laughed eh at the whole situation.

Two weeks later, the man had a serious disagreement with the landlord

The next thing I heard was the landlord shouting that he must leave his house because he is wicked.

Apparently, after everything he collected from me, he had agreed to share the goat, chicken and money with the landlord.

The agreement was simple...
The landlord would get the goat’s head, one leg, a full lap of chicken & half of the cash

In the end, my neighbor only gave him the goat & the chicken’s head.

No money.

Nothing else.

The landlord was furious.

He kept shouting, “What will I do with goat head and fowl head? Am I a ritualist?”

Immediately, he came to my room and wanted to come inside. I refused. He pleaded and said he has something to say so we should go inside

I said whatever he had to say, he should say it outside. He nodded and said he understood then he began confessing.

He said my neighbor had approached him before confronting me. The man said he didn’t have money for Sallah and saw an opportunity.

The landlord admitted he shouldn’t have joined them, but goat meat had become expensive and he hadn’t eaten goat or chicken in a long time. To make matters worse, his wife too had been disturbing him for money.

He apologised and asked me to forgive him. He promised he would serve them quit notice.

As soon as the landlord left, the landlady quietly stepped out of my bathroom where she had been hiding all along.
Her hands were literally shaking as she put on her clothes.

For a few seconds, both of us just stood there staring at each other before bursting into nervous quiet laughter.

“Jesus, that was close,” she said.

I nodded. Very close.

She gave me a quick kiss, thanked me for the good time, and promised to send the ₦250,000 I had asked her for. Then she quietly left.

I closed my door, sat on my bed and texted my neighbour’s wife.

“You can come now. The door is open.”

The End

Ajebo Writer

© AjeboWriter Kingdavid

Stop going out with women who would never go home with you.

I met one guy at my neighbor’s house who had a very strange dating strategy. According to him, before any first date even starts, and before anybody orders food, he asks the woman one simple question:

“So after this date, are we going to fvck?”

He said about 70–80% would act shocked, get offended, insult him and leave immediately while some would stay back looking disgusted and not leave.

But according to him, that’s where the date ends because if nothing is happening after eating, he’s not spending money buying a stranger lunch or dinner

Then the 20-30% that usually say yes, once they do, he relaxes and pays for the date happily.

Omo, I was shocked at the level of audacity and insanity!

And it’s not like the guy was some billionaire or maybe very handsome. Just some very average guy both in looks and even money.

So, I asked if it was just the unattractive women that said yes…

This guys swore that both unattractive, average & even attractive ones o.

Everybody was represented in that 20–30%.

In fact, according to him, some of the most beautiful women were actually more likely to appreciate the honesty and say yes, because at least he wasn’t pretending to be looking for soul mate or wife like many men do on a first date.

He said this strategy had saved him so much money over the years.

I won’t lie, I was impressed. So, I decided to copy it too because the money I’ve spent taking Nigerian girls on dates is enough to open my own KFC or Item 7 franchise in Lekki

My neighbor was still arguing that the guy was lying.

That’s when he brought out his phone and started showing us pictures of the beautiful ones that said yes to his request… omo see baddies, premium chics, IG and TikTok baddies o not Facebook!

We were scrolling in complete silence.

Then he started showing us the other category too. The unattractive ones that also said yes…

We got to number five... and it was my girlfriend.

The End

Ajebo Writer

©️AjeboWriter Kingdavid

I took myself out to chill and unwind in one popular fancy restaurant in my area

I was almost done eating when I noticed her.

She was seated across the restaurant, alone.

Light-skinned, effortlessly beautiful, with long lashes that made her eyes look like cats own, and a classy black dress that fit her perfectly. Everything about her looked polished, from the way she carried herself to the confidence in her posture.

Then I caught her staring at me.

At first, I thought I was imagining things.
Then I almost choked on my food when I realized it was me.

I quickly turned around to check if there was something behind me she was actually looking at.

Nothing.

When I faced her again, she smiled.

I couldn’t believe my luck. Why fine girl go dey look me?
Now, I won’t lie. My confidence immediately rose by at least 200%.

I smiled back.

And just like that, a silent conversation began. For the next few minutes, neither of us looked away. In fact, she wasn’t even pretending anymore.

She looked directly at me with a smile that could make a pastor forget to announce offering and tithe

And of course, I looked back. I studied everything. The way the corners of her eyes folded whenever she smiled, the curve of her lips, the size of her brezz, even the confidence in her stare.

I was observing details like a detective working a mvrder case.

Then something happened.

A waiter walked up to her table. She said a few words to him but the entire time, her eyes never left mine. Not once.

The waiter glanced at me then looked back at her.

She nodded. Still staring at me.

The waiter smiled and started walking in my direction.

My heart immediately began beating like a drum.

The man reached my table, bent slightly, and said, “Bros, that fine aunty over there say make I ask you… if you no go come introduce yourself, or make she dey go?”

I smiled. Kept my eyes locked on hers. Then replied without even looking at him.

“Tell her say I no get money o. So make I still come?”

The waiter froze.

For a second, he looked at me as if he wasn’t sure he heard correctly.

Then he laughed. One short laugh. The kind of laughter you laugh when somebody impresses you in a way you never expected.

He shook his head in admiration and walked back to her table then bent down and whispered something into her ear.

I can only assume it was exactly what I said because the effect was immediate.

The smile disappeared from her face like accountability, humanity and integrity in our leaders

Gone! Forever!

She let out one long, angry hiss. Then she broke eye contact for the first time all evening and looked away.

I followed her gaze.

And that’s when I saw it.

Another table. Two yahoo looking guys drinking expensive drinks, plenty food and wearing big big chains and gold accessories like rappers

Their table was the only one carrying almost as much food and drinks as hers.

Her eyes settled on them almost instantly.

The hunt had resumed!

I smiled to myself, paid my bill, and headed for the exit.

As I got to the door, I glanced back one last time.

She was already smiling at her next investors.

No be me you go use sponsor that enjoyment ontop your table.

Olosho

The End

Ajebo Writer

©️ AjeboWriter Kingdavid

I used to know one guy who strongly believed men and women could never be “just friends.”

In his words: “A friendship between a man and a woman is like goat and yam… one day, the goat must eat the yam.”

Because of that mindset, he never dated girls with male besties. The moment he found out any babe he liked had a male best friend, he’d cut her off.

Back then, I felt he was too extreme… until I met Rukky, my own bestie.

When our friendship started, there was nothing romantic between us. She had a boyfriend, I had a girlfriend, and we were all cool with each other. Whenever she fought with her man, I was her shoulder to cry on. She did the same for me too.

My girlfriend would sometimes call her to report me, and Rukky would ring me afterward and warn me to treat my babe properly.

Until one day, I had a serious issue with my girlfriend and went to Rukky’s place angry and frustrated. I was ranting nonstop while she tried calming me down, but I wasn’t listening.

Then suddenly… Rukky kissed me.

I froze. Completely speechless.

She laughed and said; “Now you’ll calm down and let me talk.”

That was the first time my preeq stood for her!

I tried kissing her back, but she refused. She said she loved her boyfriend and only kissed me to calm me down. But after that day, something changed between us.

A few months later, she called me crying uncontrollably. Apparently, she caught her boyfriend cheating with one of his neighbors and didn’t want to go home that night.

My girlfriend was out of town, so I called and explained everything to her. She trusted me completely and even told me to take care of Rukky.

That night, Rukky came over crying. I held her for a long time, and comforted her. Then I took her out that night to a bar, had a few drinks and even danced to a live band.

By the time we got back, she was feeling better. I talked to her, restored her self-worth. Told her it’s his loss because any man would be lucky to have her.

Later, as we laid in bed talking. Rukky loved cuddling, so I held her while we talked and felt my preeq growing behind her yansh.

I shifted away awkwardly, she moved closer and rubbed her yansh against me. I shifted again, she moved closer again.

Finally, she turned, looked me straight in the eyes, and asked: “Why are you running?”

I laughed nervously and told her I didn’t want us crossing boundaries, especially because she was emotional.

She sat up, looked at me and told me she never forgot our first kiss… before I could process what that meant, she leaned in and kissed me again

I resisted at first. “Rukky, I have a girlfriend.”

She said she knew, but couldn’t help herself. And if I kissed her now she won’t stop me again

At that moment, all I could hear in my head was my friend’s voice: “One day, the goat will eat the yam.”

I leaned in and kissed her back. At first she was shy but when my lips left hers and went straight for her small round standing brezz and found her nipu, she went crazy…

Within minutes she pushed me on the bed and came ontop of me. She used her panties to tie both my hands above my head then slowly put my preeq inside her. It was very tight and the warmth there was really different.

She started to ride me slowly and gently while looking directly into my eyes. If I close my eyes she’ll slap me gently so I’ll open it and stare right at her.

I held her tiny waist and thrusted her furiously from below. Plus, she has a very sweet moaning voice, so the more she rode me and moaned, the harder I got and increased my thrusts.

By the time we both came, she looked at me and confessed that no man, including her boyfriend has ever handled her like I did.

After crossing the line once, it became easier to cross again. We started secretly sleeping together regularly while my girlfriend still trusted both of us completely.

One time she was ontop of me and my babe called. I tried to silence my phone but Rukky picked and put it on speaker. I had to talk to my babe while she was ontop me… it was as if fvcking me while I was speaking to my babe made her hornier

Eventually, the guilt ate me alive, so I confessed everything to my girlfriend.

She cried and asked me to choose between her and Rukky. To my own surprise…I cried too and chose Rukky.

That decision ended my relationship immediately.

That same night, I told Rukky I had broken up with my babe because I wanted us to become serious.

Immediately, her mood changed. She said I shouldn’t have done that. She confessed that she has gotten back with her ex, weeks ago and they’re very serious now.

I was shocked. “Serious how? When you’re still knacking me?”

She said she’s di