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01/12/2024

Welcome to December the month of completion, may the Lord complete all that he has started in your life, May is grace bring to that pass all you ever wished for in the year 2024. May this Last Month of 2024 be remembered as the Month the Lord did that great thing you have always wished for. God bless your new month and grant you all of your heart desires. Amen.

01/12/2024

Happy Birthday to the first fruit of the family, I wish you the best of all this new age has in stock for you, may you continue to walk in the right path and may the Lord increase the works of your hands. You’re blessed and highly favored. Happy Birthday big sist and God bless your new age.

22/11/2024

Some women eeeeh.

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14/11/2024

01/10/2024

Shout out to my newest followers! Excited to have you onboard!

Blessyn Nenye Peter, Vilma Albos Sutton, Grace Garuba, Ian Tagulabong, Thang Len, Mkm Habib Khan, Alero B Jakpa, Adeline Agatha, Nomatter Nyamudzura, Ate Jia, Kooba Popp

01/10/2024

Happy New Month, welcome to October our month of great accomplishments. May the Lord be faithful to his words over your life and grant you all of your heart desires. You’re highly favored and glorified. Amen.

23/09/2024

🎉 Facebook recognized me as a top rising creator this week!

21/09/2024

My cousin got me pregnant

Chapter 2

Mr. and Mrs. Dimbo were highly esteemed in the community, praised as if they were idols. Barrister Dimbo reveled in the admiration, enjoying the VIP treatment he received at church and the special privileges at the bank. Everything seemed to work in his favor, and even when he arrived late at church services, the deacons would politely ask someone to vacate the front seat for him. While others resented this favoritism, Barrister Dimbo's substantial contributions to the church silenced their voices.

His wife, Ndaziona, boasted about her well-raised daughters. Natasha, the eldest, had secured admission to Mzuzu University, and Agnes was excelling in all subjects in Form 6 at Saint Andrews. "You can't find my daughters hovering around the streets like vendors selling fritters," Mrs. Dimbo bragged to her friends at church.

As Natasha prepared to leave for university, her parents offered words of wisdom. "Natasha, you're going to university; I trained you well all these years. What remains is just a few years for you to make it and thrive on this earth," Mrs. Dimbo said. Mr. Dimbo added, "It's not for me but for your kids, your family, I mean my grandchildren." He smiled, continuing, "I won't be with you there at Mzuzu University, no one is there to monitor you or control you. You have grown now; you know what's good and bad, but you will always be our daughter."

Before proceeding to lecture Natasha, Mr. Dimbo reminded her of the past. "During the one-party system, we were well-disciplined. We could stand at attention from the national anthem being played on the radio. Why? Because of Royalty, and we believed the Gwazi had eyes everywhere." He emphasized, "And it's true I have those eyes too; remember, I was one of the young pioneers of the Gwazi in the intelligence. So you can go, but don't think my eyes are not there."

Turning to Agnes, who was busy changing channels to watch American dancers and check out outfits, Mrs. Dimbo said, "Agnes, see your sister has made it to university; you have to follow her footsteps too." Agnes, fascinated by American artists and fashion, had videos on her phone and laptop of people giving lessons on intimacy. When Mr. Dimbo discovered these, she justified her actions as "good to learn these things before I get married; practice makes things perfect." Mr. Dimbo confiscated the devices.

Mrs. Dimbo raised her voice, "Agnes, are we together here?!" Agnes responded with a question, "Mother, what is it really that you're disturbing my peace?" Mr. and Mrs. Dimbo stared at her in silence.

Mr. Dimbo reminded everyone that Evance, his sister's son, would be staying with them soon and asked Agnes to behave herself. "Please, Agnes, be a good girl; don't give him your strange attitudes."

To be continued...

Writing by Binny.

Cc: Binny

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17/09/2024

My Cousin Got Me Pregnant

Chapter 1

He fired his rifle into the sky twice, and Gift ran away. I thought he was man enough to stay and show off his masculinity, but now I'm doubtful if he's truly a man. A man who can't stand up for challenges is weak. Mr. Dimbo is not someone to mess with; he doesn't tolerate nonsense. A lawyer from Chancellor College, he warned his two daughters, Natasha and Agnes, that they would leave his house once they had PhDs, and he would ensure that the men they married were professors.

His house is well-fenced, with CCTV cameras all over the compound, connected to his smartphone, so he can monitor everything, even from the bathroom. His daughters aren't allowed to go to the market alone; he asks Anabanda, the maid, to es**rt them. But Agnes, at 15, is too naughty, admiring her friends' stories of their boyfriends' aggressive behavior, beautiful Shokodido. Agnes has feelings, but every time she hooks up with someone, her father intervenes. Her alternative is playing with her garden, using an afro comb or rubbing it with her hand.

"Agnes, Agnes!" her mother called, but Agnes couldn't stop, almost reaching climax. "Let me just reach or**sm," she thought. Her mother opened her door, and Agnes froze, eyes wide open. "You could have knocked; this is my room and my privacy!" she yelled.

"God of Africa, what is this? Go and clean up your hands now, you fool!" her mother exclaimed. Agnes quickly ran to the bathroom and cleaned up. Her mother, Ndaziona, sat on the bed, waiting to send her on an errand. Agnes returned, looking reluctant.

"Do you want to kill yourself, my daughter?" her mother asked, feeling sorry for her youngest child. "Mum, you could have knocked; this is my privacy," Agnes replied, her lips twisted in a rude way.

"Agnes, this behavior of yours is satanic. I'll tell your father one day; this is my last warning," her mother said seriously. "Mama, I don't care; I'm tired of it all. Is dad going to marry me? I'm tired. I don't mind if you tell baba; I just don't care."

"One day I'll ask him to help me out," Agnes responded rudely. Her mother couldn't believe her ears, wondering if they were waxy or if she had had too much wine 20 minutes ago. Her firstborn daughter, Natasha, was very cool, liking prayer and going to the mountains with Prophet Abubaka. She was in her first year at Mzuzu University, studying Library Information Science. Meet Natasha, an angel to Mr. and Mrs. Dimbo.

To be continued

Writing by Binny
Cc: Binny
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09/09/2024

Cristiano Ronaldo ゚

08/09/2024

School they resume this week.

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01/04/2024

Welcome to April, Our month of new beginning, May every delay begin to work fast, May all disappointment become an appointment, May sorrows become praise, May lost hope be gain back, May the lord give you testimonies that sounds like lies this month. Amen.

30/03/2024

Congratulations bro Miracle Son, God bless your union.