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Ajebo Writer, Ikeja, Lagos (2026)

01/06/2026

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

30/05/2026

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

29/05/2026

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

27/05/2026

⚠️ Warning: Don’t read this alone at night.

I was at home chilling in my couch, watching Netflix, enjoying my cold bottle of beer, and yesterday leftover pizza from the fridge.

Then Julius called; “Guy, dress up. We dey go club.”

I told him no immediately. I wasn’t in the mood for that. But Julius has always been stubborn. Once he wants something, he won’t rest.

An hour later, he was banging on my gate like police.

“Guy abeg na. One drink and we’re back.”

Reluctantly, I followed him.

Funny thing is… the night actually became sweet.

The club was packed. Music shaking the walls. Lights flashing everywhere. Girls dancing. Drinks flowing. At some point Julius looked at me and burst out laughing.

“See this hypocrite. Na you dey enjoy pass everybody.”

And honestly? He was right.

I had danced with so many girls that night I lost count. One light-skinned girl with portable brezz and big yansh practically stayed around me the whole time. I finally decided to collect her number.

That was when I checked my pocket.
Empty! I started sweating inside the very cold club

My brand new iPhone 16.

I checked my other pocket. Nothing.
Table? Nothing. Bar counter? Nothing.
Bathroom? Nothing

The big yansh girl noticed my panic and asked softly, “What happened?”

“My phone is gone!” I screamed. I was about searching her and all the girls I danced with when Julius immediately said,
“Call the line.”

The girl quickly replied,
“With this noise? You won’t hear it ring.”

I looked at her dangerously and she kept quiet.

In that moment, she wasn't even as beautiful as I thought she was. Infact, she looked like a thief. I started checking her body to see where she could hide a phone especially her brezz because she was almost naked.

Aunty smiled seductively, thinking I was checking her out. I swear, I almost spat at her!

"It's ringing!" Julius said excitedly. I quickly rushed to his side and he put it on speaker

Then someone answered.

The person coughed twice. Then laughed. Not a normal laugh. A low… giggle… annoying kind of laugh.

“Hello? Who be this?” Julius barked.

The person didn’t reply. Just kept giggling softly into the phone.

I collected the phone from him.
“Guy listen, return my phone now and I swear I won’t do anything.”

Silence. Then laughter again.
At that point, anger entered my body.

We started insulting the person. Threatening them. Cursing them. The person didn't hang up, just stayed on the call giggling and laughing like a mad person.

We scanned the club for possible suspects, but the background was quiet that means the thief had left already the club

We took the phone to the bathroom, and called again.

The thief answered again, coughed twice and giggled.

We begged, insulted, threatened, swore… the person didn’t say a word. Just giggled!

I used one of the bouncer's phone, he was a friend too… Same thing.

I even used the girl's phone and the mad person continued toying with me

I started shouting; "You will kpai tonight, I'll find you and make your life mizerable, you bascard. That phone will kpai you, I will find you and end you, an!mal." The person just kept giggling and laughing harder.

It didn’t sound human anymore so I gave up and stopped calling

As I turned I saw Julius collecting the girl's number and she was giggling like nothing happened while he smiled like an idiot.

I suddenly hated both of them, and regretted following him out. This was his fault maybe he planned all of this to steal my new iPhone. Maybe the girl was working with him.

I went over and asked him to give me his Nokia torchlight phone because he had two phones.

The girl held his neck romantically and he kissed her. “You dey kiss olosho?”
I asked and she hissed at me.

I got home by 3am from the club. Everywhere was dark. Too dark. I switched on the parlour light, drank water straight from the bottle, and sat on my bed trying to calm down.

I decided to call my line again with Julius small torchlight phone, and insult the life out of the thief again one last time

I jumped out of the bed as the phone rang and almost screamed as I held my breath and shook with fear and panic.

The ringtone was coming from Inside my house.

I listened with making a sound… it was coming from my bathroom.

My bathroom door was slightly open.

And the light inside was off.

I stood up from the bed with shaking legs and started walking toward the bathroom.

The closer I got, the louder the ringtone became but this time nobody answered.

Then suddenly…

The ringing stopped.

With my chest beating very fast and hard, and my hands shaking, I opened the door and what I saw shocked me!

I saw Aki n Pawpaw playing Call of Duty (COD) with my iPhone and giggling. Then they turned and looked at me and said Happy Children’s Day, Ajebo Writer!

Una go read rubbish today.

The End

Ajebo Writer

©️AjeboWriter Kingdavid

24/05/2026

My girlfriend has always complained that I never wear boxers or briefs under my clothes.

Whether it’s Jeans, chinos, corporate trousers or even shorts… Nothing.

According to her, people can always see my preeq line because, well, I’m too endowed

And to be fair she’s not even lying

But I’ve been like this since my high school days. I just hate wearing boxers because it makes me sweat and uncomfortable. I like allowing ‘my guy’ to breathe.

One day, I decided to surprise her.

I showed up at her place unannounced late at night. She was very happy to see me.

We had a really good time together that night. Ate food, watched movies, laughed, and knacked wetin no good.

Next morning after bathing I was dressing up to leave when I bent down beside her bed to look for my charger…

That was when I saw it.

A grey boxer!

I picked it up calmly and looked at her; “Whose boxers is this”

The fear I saw in this girl’s eyes ehn

For one second she froze completely before she quickly recovered

“Oh that one” she said fast fast “it’s Veronica’s boyfriend’s own. They came here yesterday and begged to use my room. Imagine they even fvcked on my bed. Very uzeless people”

I didn’t say anything. I just kept looking at her quietly, and that ilence started worrying her immediately

“Babe, you think I’m lying?” she said, already shaking. “Come on now, it’s me. Don’t you trust me? Oya wait, let me call her.”

She grabbed her phone dramatically and put it on loudspeaker.

Immediately her friend picked up, my girlfriend started acting angry.

“Vero! See, I’m not happy with you at all. How many times have I warned you not to sleep with your boyfriend on my bed. Now he forgot his boxers here and it’s causing problems for me. My guy is here and we’re on speaker. Tell him it’s Tobi’s boxers”

She stretched the phone toward me proudly like someone presenting evidence in court.

Her friend immediately started apologizing; “Ahhh I’m so embarrassed. Kings, please forgive us oh. It’s Tobi’s boxers. We forgot it there yesterday. Please don’t misunderstand her.”

I just nodded slowly and said okay

My girlfriend ended the call, still pretending to be angry. Then she turned to me with tears already forming in her eyes.

“So you actually think I’m cheating on you?” she said, pouting. “That’s unfair. Very unfair. You don’t trust me at all.”

Before I could even respond, she started crying and stormed into the sitting room while raising her voice slightly.

“If you don’t trust me then why are we even dating?!” She continued sobbing

I picked my trousers and was about to wear it and go outside to apologize when it suddenly hit me…

The boxers is actually mine!

That was the surprise I came with the previous night. I wanted to show her that I’ve changed and I’m even wearing brand new boxers

I had removed them myself…

And forgotten!

The End

Ajebo Writer

©️AjeboWriter Kingdavid

23/05/2026

In a taxi…

I’m rocking my newly plaited hair, thanks to my wife.

I smile & greets the lady beside me as I enter but she completely ignores me like I am invisible. Instead, the guy sitting to her left responds

I shrug. After all, this is Lagos & everyone is always angry or frustrated

A few minutes later, I feel a light tap on my arm

“Excuse me sir, good afternoon. I don’t mean to bother you. My name is Sister Beatrice. Please, I’d like to discuss something important with u.”

I turned and took a closer look at her

She wore a very long black skirt & an oversized white top. Her hair was covered with a large plain scarf. She wore no jewellery or makeup

Yep. Definitely Deeper Life, I said in my mind

I wanted to ignore her and pay her back for earlier, but I decided to be the bigger person

“Good afternoon. I’m Kingdavid,” I said with a friendly smile

“I didn’t want to say anything at first, sir, but my spirit wouldn’t let me rest. I have this very strong urge to talk to you. I hope you won’t feel offended,” she said

“Feel free,” I replied

“Are you a Christian? Because even your name is biblical, so I want to believe you’re a Christian.”

“I am.”

“Do you go to church?”

“I do.”

“God bless you, sir. Do you read the Bible?”

“From time to time.”

“Then why are you disobeying and dishonouring God?”

The sudden switch shocked me

“I beg your pardon?” I replied after recovering from the shock

“Why are you grieving the Holy Spirit?” she asked again

The guy sitting beside her coughed, but I knew he was suppressing laughter and not really coughing

“Aunty, I’m confused. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Your hair. You’re a man, but you’re carrying hair like a woman and even wearing earrings. This isn’t scriptural. My Bible tells me that men should not put on women’s things and vice versa. It is sinful and evil.”

The driver and the two passengers in front turned to look at me, all smiling sheepishly

She continued

“You said you’re a Christian, you go to church, and you study the Bible. Let me guess… Christ Embassy?”

“My church has nothing to do with my hair. And if I were to guess your church, I’d say Deeper Life, right?”

“Yes, and I’m very proud of my church and our doctrine because we will never lead you astray or send your soul to hell.”

I was speechless

“See sir, I’ll show you God’s judgement and plan for those who disobey His Word from the Scriptures…”

“There’s nothing you’ll say or read to me from the Bible that I’m sure you don’t even understand yourself, because your behaviour and attitude alone, especially when I entered, clearly show you know nothing about God or His plans,” I said to her

“I’m sorry sir, forgive me, but even the Bible says, ‘Be thou not unequally yoked with unbelievers.’”

“Wow.”

I was speechless again

She continued, “It’s because of the love I have for your soul that I decided to talk to you. Let me show you what the Scriptures say concerning men dressing like women.”

She searched through her handbag for her Bible and just then, the car hit a speed bump

All the contents of her bag spilled over my legs and those of the other passenger

Three different di**os and vi*****rs landed on my lap and the lap of the other guy

“Jesus! Wetin be this?!” the guy screamed

The driver and the passengers in front turned quickly. I saw the driver’s eyes widen in shock and horror

“See preeq ooo! Jesus! See different man preeq! Na human parts dealer and ritualist we carry o!” the driver shouted

“Driver, calm down. It’s not real, it’s just segz toys. Please face front and keep your eyes on the road, I use God name beg you,” I said

“You sure say no be real peniz be that? Because that one look like Calabar man own o!”

“Na fake peniz. This one na original segz toy. I never see this size before o. Abeg Sister, who be your plug?” one of the girls in front asked, but the lady ignored her completely and sat frozen, white as snow

I helped her pick up the different colours and sizes of the vi*****rs and di**os with my handkerchief and dropped them back inside her bag because she remained still and speechless

Then I threw the handkerchief out through the window after using style to smell it.
It was smelling yansh yansh

“Driver, please I’ll stop here, sir,” she whispered, her hands shaking as she tried to get money from her bag to pay

I tapped her hand lightly and told her not to bother, that I would pay. Then I stepped down so she could get out of the car

“God bless you sir,” she said quietly and humbly

“Have a very amazing and wonderful night, Sister,” I said with a wink before entering the taxi again with a smile on my face

We move

Lagos

Ajebo Writer

©️ AjeboWriter Kingdavid

21/05/2026

My wife and her sister were going to the market that morning, so I stepped out to open the gate for them while carrying our baby. As they were driving out, I noticed my neighbour’s teenage daughter sitting outside with a plate of rice, eating quietly.

After they left, I put my son down, and he ran off to join the other kids playing outside. I closed the gate and turned back when I heard her greet me.

“Good morning, sir.”

“Good morning. How are you?”

“I’m fine, sir.”

I looked at her plate and said, “You’re enjoying yourself.”

She laughed. “Come and join me, sir.”

“Thank you.”

“I can bring a spoon or another plate for you.”

“That’s very kind of you, but I’ve already eaten.”

As I carried my son, she asked, “So what did you eat, sir?”

“Oh, I just drank tea.”

She paused and looked at me. “Is that food?”

I laughed and shook my head as I carried my son inside.

I bathed him, cleaned him up, and not long after, he started crying because he wanted to go back outside. So I brought him out again, and luckily, the kids were still there. The girl was there too.

“You’re back, sir,” she said.

“Yes, he wants to play.”

“I’m surprised he didn’t cry when his mum and aunty left.”

“That’s because he saw the other kids. He wanted to stay and play.”

She smiled. “Where did they go?”

“To the market.”

“Why didn’t they take him?”

I laughed. “Take this one? Once he’s outside, otilo. He won’t let them shop again.”

“Wow… so you can take care of a baby alone?”

“Why not?”

“And you even bathed him?”

“Of course. I bathe him, clean him, and even feed him.”

She looked at me with admiration. “Your type is rare, sir.”

I smiled. “Thank you. That’s a sweet compliment.”

“You’re sweet too, sir.”

I paused for a second and looked at her. She was smiling while looking down. Before I could say anything else, my wife honked at the gate—they were back.

I opened the gate, and we all went inside.

Two weeks later, my wife, our baby, and her sister travelled. After seeing them off and closing the gate, I went back inside. A few minutes later, I heard a knock.

It was the girl.

“Please sir, I want to charge my phone.”

“Okay, give it to me.”

She hesitated. “The phone is somehow… I’m the only one who can make it charge.”

I looked at her for a second, then said, “Alright, come in.”

She came inside, plugged in the phone, and stood there.

“It looks like your family travelled,” she said.

“Yes.”

“So you’re alone?”

“Yes.”

“What will you eat?”

“There’s food in the fridge.”

“What if you finish it?”

“I’ll cook another one.”

She looked surprised. “You can cook?”

“Yes.”

“Men don’t usually cook. I can cook for you if you want.”

I shook my head. “Don’t worry.”

She looked at me for a moment, then asked quietly, “Don’t you like me?”

I frowned slightly. “Go home.”

She turned and started walking to the door, then stopped and said without turning back, “You know I can come at night if you want. My mum went to stay with her boyfriend. I’m alone too.”

I stood there, shocked. Angry, but not even at her at first. Just… tired.

“What kind of mothers do we have today?” I muttered under my breath.

Then I looked at her again, and the anger shifted. I just felt bad for her.

“How old are you?” I asked.

“I’m a big girl. I’m 18.”

I shook my head slowly.

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?”

“Boys my age are too small for me. I prefer older, mature men like you… men who can take care of a woman.”

I just stood there looking at her for a few seconds. There was nothing funny about it. No jokes, no anger anymore. Just silence.

Tears almost dropped from my eyes. The kind of things young girls are exposed to, the kind of homes they come from.

Then I opened my door and said calmly: “Come by 11. I’ll leave my door open, so don’t knock. Just enter and...” I put my hands in my wallet; “Buy condom. Keep the change.”

She smiled a wicked and seductive smile and hurried out.

Parents really need to do better.

God help us men.

Ajebo Writer

©️AjeboWriter Kingdavid

20/05/2026

ChatGPT saved my life

One of my babes texted me and said she’s pregnant.

How? Cos I know my pullout game is strong.

My pull out game is so strong that none of my 6 girlfriends have ever gotten pregnant.

So when this new babe I just met told me she was pregnant, Omo, for the first time my preeq no stand for a whole day.

Preg what??

Babe I just started dating you two months ago, how can you be pregnant?

And I didn’t even love her at all.
She just get yansh but upstairs? Zero.

Zero communication skills.
Zero cooking skills.
Zero intellect.

The only thing she sabi na doggy.

How can I have a baby with someone like that?

I lost weight and cut off from all my other babes. The stupeed girl thought I was being loyal… she didn’t know I was just depressed.

One day, she came to visit me when I was looking for solution online. That day my battery was very low from online researches. I took her phone, went to ChatGPT and typed:

“Tell me how to cope with the sudden news of a baby.”

ChatGPT responded:

“I’m happy you’re no longer trying to make your boyfriend believe the baby is his when you know your married lover is the father. Telling the truth is the right thing to do. You should be honest with both parties, and three of you should work together and co-parent to raise your baby.”

My heart stopped

I read it again.

Then again.

Then I looked at her phone again and checked her history on ChatGPT.

Omo.

I saw the truth. From when she found out to how she asked ChatGPT to come up with the right message to trick me. I even saw the exact message she sent to me the night she informed me she was pregnant.

I didn’t shout. I didn’t fight. I just typed one final thing to ChatGPT:

“How do I punish my cheating, lying, w!cked and adulterous girlfriend trying to pin another man’s baby on me?”

ChatGPT said:

“Keep malice with her. Not the loud type. The kind where you don’t explain. You don’t eat her food. You don’t sleep at home. Just be Frank with her, and show her you’re the King of malice.”

That’s how ChatGPT saved my life.

The End

Ajebo Writer

AjeboWriter Kingdavid

17/05/2026

I bought a new fridge and gave my electrician the old one.

Baba rejected it. He said I should not worry because he already has a fridge.

Funny enough, this is the same fridge he kept advising me not to replace because “e still good.”

Meanwhile, every month I was calling him to come fix one thing or another because the fridge was either shocking me, not cooling properly, or even bringing out smoke.

Yet every time I complained, his usual response was always “Oga, this fridge still dey very sound” or “na small gas issue, nothing do am.”

So finally I bought a new fridge and said since this old one is still “perfect,” let me bless him with it.

Now he is angry and telling people around the neighborhood that I only give damaged things to people.

Meanwhile, I’ve dashed this guy my neighbour’s old but strong wire he was using to hang his clothes outside after he moved out of the compound.

Even my old TV remote control, before I upgraded to a flat screen, I also gave it to him. And they were still working perfectly when I dashed him.

Now he’s saying he won’t talk to me again or work for me.

Me, King of malice. Me that can keep malice for Africa. Me that has kept malice with an ex for one year!

This is modern day gaslighting but we shall overcome!

Ajebo Writer

©️ AjeboWriter Kingdavid

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