‘…We did it in the garden. Oh boy… he is big and good in the sack’
Continued from last week…
“Are you going to hide in here like a hermit or are you coming out? There is this delicious looking man out there and we just had appetizers. We are thinking of the main course.” ‘Jaz, what on earth are you thinking about, I said’ “Jude came with his girlfriend but when Daniel introduced me to them, she was rude and snubbed me… Imagine Tobs!”
“You know any girl that sees you, will not want you around their man. You are sexy, beautiful and intelligent and you know it. That is a deadly combination because I have seen you use that weapon times without number. So, don’t blame the poor girl for taking an instant dislike to your person”, I said.
“See pot wey dey call kettle black, well that was a mistake on her part. I have decided to show her that I can have her man whenever and wherever I choose and please”, she said.
“Jaz, what have you done again?” My problem temporarily forgotten. ‘I asked Jude to dance with me and unfortunately for his bitchy girlfriend, the music changed to something romantic and soft. She stirred at us throughout and I made sure she saw what was happening. ‘That is probably why I didn’t notice what happened between you and your guy’, she said.
‘He’s not my guy’, I corrected her. ‘Anyway, so what happened with Jude?’ “As soon as the music changed, I held him close… used my hand to caress him and brushed my lips on his neck. In a minute, I felt his… ‘you know what’ hard against me.” I gave him the benefit of a ‘Jaz in the sexy mood’ dance and oh boy, was he ready.”
‘I maneuvered us to a corner of the room, still dancing and boldly touched his ‘Ikenna’. It was big, I think I might find out how big before the night is over.’ “How do you intend doing that?” I asked in amazement. ‘’Well, I took him back to his ‘wife’ and thanked her for allowing me dance with him even though she looked at me like vermin.
I pretended not to notice and asked Jude if he had credit on his phone ‘cause I needed to urgently send a text to my mum. He obliged. I took his phone to send a text to my phone. I thanked Jude for the dance and his ugly girlfriend for the chance.”
‘She is no match for me Tobs, and for snubbing me when I did nothing, I will teach her a lesson.’ “Jasmine!” I said. You will not kill me. Nowadays, when I go out with you, I look over my shoulders so some crazy, irate girlfriend or wife is not waiting somewhere to deal with you or me, because of my closeness to you.
Jasmine you need to slow down, I’m begging you. Jaz just scoffed at my words, shrugged her shoulders and moved towards the door. Are you coming? She asked me. Your lover boy is hovering around the door. He’s not my lover boy, I replied. How would I show my face, he’ll think am loose and that I probably do that with every guy I meet.
‘Yeah… and he’ll think the earth is square too. Tobs will you stop worrying and analyzing everything. Look, you can’t hide here all day. Can I ask you a question?’ “What?” I asked. ‘Do you find him attractive? Yes! That’s a good sign. Now come out, he’s waiting. I promise you it’s not as bad as you think.’
As I stepped out, David (I later found out that was his name) was hovering around the ladies room. ‘Finally’, he said. “I thought you were never going to come out. Look am sorry Tobs, I realize you must think I do that with every girl. I’m really… really sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” David continued to apologize profusely.
Jaz who was still behind me, whispered in my ear. ‘It’s a party… loosen up.’ I mumbled, ‘its ok’. I was as much to blame as he was. After all he did not force me to kiss him back. He extended his hand and asked for a truce. Can we start all over?
My name is David and you are Tobs, I gathered that from when Daniel yelled your name to the entire room. ‘Yeah I know’, I said with a sigh but I am not desperate. “I don’t remember him saying anything like that,” David said. No he implied it. I don’t think so. Well I do. Are you always this argumentative?
It’s just semantics, don’t take it personal. I don’t see it bothering your friend, he said referring to Jaz who by the way was back to being the center of attention. So Tobs, who is he? I beg your pardon! I replied sharply. I mean who is the asshole who broke your heart?
I was mortified. Am I that obvious? Did I do or say something that gave me away. David seemed nice enough but I was scared of my feelings for him. I remembered vividly Temi and what I had been through because of him. I looked at Jaz. Good old Jaz having the fun of her life.
Why can’t I be more like that? Having fun, no worries. Jaz says I take life too seriously and she believes men should be ‘play things’ just as they take women. Jaz would often tell me men are ‘selfish bastards’; they want to eat their cake and have it.
I remembered how Temi played me with different girls. Always lying that they were just friends, meanwhile he was banging left and right. It’s a wonder he didn’t get AIDS. Can a woman really please a man? Because it seems to me that no matter what a girl does, they always philander. Is it in the nature of man to be unfaithful? Maybe Jaz is right. Why stress myself.
‘Hello! Hello! Is Tobs in there somewhere?’ I heard David saying as I was jolted back to the present. ‘Where have you been angel?’ he asked. Don’t call me that. I replied. Look I don’t know what impression you have of me but I want to set the record straight.
“I will not get in bed with you, maybe you had that impression because of the kiss, but I really am not ready for a relationship of any sort. I just want to be left alone, ok?” As I ranted and raved, David looked at me as if I had temporarily lost my mind. Well, may be a little.
I wasn’t going to allow him think I was a cheap lay. I guess I am just tired of men looking at me as if I’m a sex object and a piece of juicy morsel with nothing upstairs. It is so annoying. ‘Hey, hey, hey hold it there Tobs. Who said anything about getting in bed?’ David interjected.
“Do you think I go about sleeping with ladies I just met? Look I have apologized for the kiss, can we get past that please?” ‘Tobs, Tobs? Excuse me Tiger’, Jaz interrupted purring at David. ‘Can I steal her for a minute, she will be right back.’ Jaz, what is it that can’t wait?
We were in the middle of a very important discussion. Jaz just dragged me to the ladies again and as soon as the door was closed behind us, she shouted with glee… “Tobs we did it in the garden… oh boy… he is big and good in the sack. I think I’ll see him again. He sure knows how to handle a woman.”
I just stirred at Jaz in amazement. This girl has lost her mind I thought. I tried to process my thoughts but at this point I was blank. Totally speechless. Jaz… I think is getting out of control or what do you guys think?
Chronicles of Jasmine
Chronicles of Jasmine
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Chronicles of Jasmine 5
‘I can’t wear that, its too sexy’
Continued from last week…
Knowing Jaz, whatever she had planned would not be boring. I give that to her. Jaz sure knows how to rock a party. 8pm on the dot, Jaz showed up as promised. Dressed in a sexy, clingy, above the knee dress with a deep cleavage, in front and back.
I took one look at Jaz and whistled in a very unladylike fashion. ‘Jaz, on the prowl’, I hooted. Are we going out like that? ‘No, we are not’, she says. You are not yet dressed. ‘Jaz, I like what I’m wearing’, I said, looking down at my simple black dress which even though was clingy, didn’t reveal too much.
“Tobs, I don’t know why you keep hiding your assets.” If you have got it, flaunt it. Haven’t you ever heard of that? She goes to my wardrobe and throws it open. ‘Where is that little number we bought when we traveled to Paris last year?’
‘No way Jaz, I didn’t pick that… you did.’ Yeah, I bought it for you and its not going to wear itself you know. She rummages amongst my things and finally comes out with it still neatly packed in the box, just the way it was handed to us. ‘Jasmine’, I said in exasperation. ‘I can’t wear that!’
‘Why?’ she asked. ‘Its too em em… sexy?’ she inquired. ‘Yeah! Well Tobs, that’s precisely why I want you to wear it.’ Now, when Jasmine is determined it’s a Herculean task resisting her. She can be very persistent and it was no different tonight.
‘Ok… Ok I will wear it’, I said. Finally giving in after we had gone back and forth for like ages. ‘You win but, the minute I don’t like what’s going on, I’m out of there… agreed?’, I said. “As if I would try anything bad”, she said. Giving me that innocent smile and look that could melt the hardest of hearts.
Jasmine had hired a limousine for the night. According to her, we deserved to be treated like princesses. ‘So, where are we going?’ I asked. “You’ll see in a short while. It’s meant to be a surprise, so I can’t tell you.” We lapsed into silence, each with our thoughts. Jaz had that secret smile she always has, when she is up to something.
After driving around a bit and taking some twist and turns in Ikeja, we finally arrived at our destination. It was a bungalow like building surrounded by a high fence.
‘Jaz, where are we and what’s going on?’ I asked. “That’s the problem with you Tobs. You ask too many questions. Learn to be spontaneous and flow with the groove. I think it’s that profession of yours.” ‘Stop cross examining me; she grumbled.’ Relax and enjoy yourself. “That is what I promised you… a good time, right? Well, here we are.”
We got out of the car and went to the side gate. It opened as if on cue and Jaz stepped in, dragging a reluctant me along. The bungalow was hidden from view by the garden. It was one of the most beautiful and well-tended gardens I had ever seen anywhere in Nigeria. ‘Jaz’, I whispered. ‘Where are we and who owns this house’, I asked. “There you go again. Tobs, be patient my friend, you will soon find out.”
A man stepped out of the ‘Mini forest’ revealing a pathway I had not seen before, and he led us to the front porch. Standing on the porch was Daniel, our friend of many years. We hadn’t seen him in ages. I screamed in delight; ‘Danny Boy!’ What are you doing here?
‘I hear someone needs some cheering up, who better to do that than Danny’, he said. I looked at my friend. She sure knew how to brighten my day. ‘So, where have you been?’ I had a million questions for him. Jaz jumped in; “Cool it Kiddo, allow us in… in good time your questions will be answered’ “Welcome to my home!”
‘Your home?’ I asked. Lets go in he said. We stepped in to see he had a private party of sort going on. “Hey everybody!” Daniel called out in his deep baritone voice. Everyone stopped talking and looked our way. ‘This is Jasmine and Tobs, my good friends from college… and guess what fella's… they are available.’ I looked at Daniel in horror.
Yeah, I was available but not desperate. He made me feel cheap and desperate. I didn’t like that. I plastered a plastic smile on my face and excused myself. Jaz and I went to the ladies. “Jaz, what was that all about? Dan didn’t have to say that. He made me look desperate and cheap.”
‘My oh my… we are touchy tonight’, Jaz said. Dan was only trying to be funny. You know him. ‘Well, I wasn’t amused’, I shot back. “Baby there is nothing desperate and cheap about you. You are successful and beauty, with brains is not cheap to come by. You my friend have an abundance of both.”
‘Why are we in here? We came to have fun and in that dress, the guys will go crazy.’ That’s the problem Jaz; I don’t want to drive any guy crazy. ‘Look Tobs, quit whining and have a good time. I thought we left Temi in that “box” at home.’ You are going to ruin your evening if you continue like this.
‘Daniel…I will tell you about later, but tonight I just want you to relax and have a good time… ok?’ I nodded my head and she said; ‘That’s my girl.’
When we got back in, I looked around and did a mental head count. There were about 25 people all together. They all looked successful and well dressed. Some of the ladies wore scandalous dresses that in my opinion… I wandered why they didn’t just come nude.
I chose a secluded spot, took a glass of wine and sat down, hoping I will just have a quiet evening unnoticed. If the truth must be told, I was tired and emotionally drained. I just wanted to go home, but I didn’t want to disappoint Jaz and Daniel, so I smiled and decided to try and have a good time. At least, for Jaz’s sake.
I looked across the room at Jaz. Good old Jaz, the cynosure of all eyes. Oh yes, Jaz loved to be the center of attention and at this point, she had claimed center stage. The guys were busy drooling over her, I didn’t blame them, I probably would have done same if I was a guy. Jaz is fun especially when she sets out to be charming and tonight was not an exception.
“So this is where you intend to spend the evening. If I promise to bring you back to your safe haven, would you dance with me” I turned around sharply and was struck dumb for a few minutes. Standing really close to me (it’s a wonder I didn’t sense his presence) was this gorgeous hunk of a man. A bit above average height, dark and extremely good looking.
I felt a tingly sensation run up my spine, which I detected as sexual attraction. I had not had that kind of feeling about any man since Temi. I just stirred at him as if he was a juicy cucumber. My God, I am horny! What has come over me, where are my manners. ‘Emm… emm’, I stammered. ‘You don’t want to dance with me?’ he asked.
‘No, I mean yes I do’, my palms were all sweaty so I pretended to look for something in my bag before he noticed they were shaking. A while later, he asked ‘Are we going to dance in this half of the century or do we wait till the next?’ ‘I am prepared to wait you know?’ he said with a smile.
My God, what is happening to me; I thought as I took his outstretched hand. As soon as we got to the dance floor the lights were dimmed and the mood in the room suddenly changed to something magical. The music was a slower tempo and he held me close to him. We danced together for like an eternity. I felt safe in his arms. He used his thumb to raise my chin so he could look into my eyes.
I was lost at that moment. He bent down slowly and kissed me. First, it was gentle but when I parted my lips he took me with a force that astounded me. I kissed him back, pressing my body against his. In this blissful moment, it was just the two of us.
When he raised his head, the music had stopped. I was horrified. What have I done? I excused myself to go again to the ladies, which had now become my safe haven. He mumbled something about the second time in 30 minutes. Anyway I couldn’t be bothered. I fled to the ladies with Jaz, close on my heels.
‘Hey girl, what’s the rush?’ Jaz I just made a fool of myself. ‘How?’ I just kissed a complete stranger. I don’t even know his name! Jaz burst into laughter. ‘Tobs you are always so dramatic. What if you kissed a stranger? Were you both not consenting adults? Its hardly the end of the world.’
Continued from last week…
Knowing Jaz, whatever she had planned would not be boring. I give that to her. Jaz sure knows how to rock a party. 8pm on the dot, Jaz showed up as promised. Dressed in a sexy, clingy, above the knee dress with a deep cleavage, in front and back.
I took one look at Jaz and whistled in a very unladylike fashion. ‘Jaz, on the prowl’, I hooted. Are we going out like that? ‘No, we are not’, she says. You are not yet dressed. ‘Jaz, I like what I’m wearing’, I said, looking down at my simple black dress which even though was clingy, didn’t reveal too much.
“Tobs, I don’t know why you keep hiding your assets.” If you have got it, flaunt it. Haven’t you ever heard of that? She goes to my wardrobe and throws it open. ‘Where is that little number we bought when we traveled to Paris last year?’
‘No way Jaz, I didn’t pick that… you did.’ Yeah, I bought it for you and its not going to wear itself you know. She rummages amongst my things and finally comes out with it still neatly packed in the box, just the way it was handed to us. ‘Jasmine’, I said in exasperation. ‘I can’t wear that!’
‘Why?’ she asked. ‘Its too em em… sexy?’ she inquired. ‘Yeah! Well Tobs, that’s precisely why I want you to wear it.’ Now, when Jasmine is determined it’s a Herculean task resisting her. She can be very persistent and it was no different tonight.
‘Ok… Ok I will wear it’, I said. Finally giving in after we had gone back and forth for like ages. ‘You win but, the minute I don’t like what’s going on, I’m out of there… agreed?’, I said. “As if I would try anything bad”, she said. Giving me that innocent smile and look that could melt the hardest of hearts.
Jasmine had hired a limousine for the night. According to her, we deserved to be treated like princesses. ‘So, where are we going?’ I asked. “You’ll see in a short while. It’s meant to be a surprise, so I can’t tell you.” We lapsed into silence, each with our thoughts. Jaz had that secret smile she always has, when she is up to something.
After driving around a bit and taking some twist and turns in Ikeja, we finally arrived at our destination. It was a bungalow like building surrounded by a high fence.
‘Jaz, where are we and what’s going on?’ I asked. “That’s the problem with you Tobs. You ask too many questions. Learn to be spontaneous and flow with the groove. I think it’s that profession of yours.” ‘Stop cross examining me; she grumbled.’ Relax and enjoy yourself. “That is what I promised you… a good time, right? Well, here we are.”
We got out of the car and went to the side gate. It opened as if on cue and Jaz stepped in, dragging a reluctant me along. The bungalow was hidden from view by the garden. It was one of the most beautiful and well-tended gardens I had ever seen anywhere in Nigeria. ‘Jaz’, I whispered. ‘Where are we and who owns this house’, I asked. “There you go again. Tobs, be patient my friend, you will soon find out.”
A man stepped out of the ‘Mini forest’ revealing a pathway I had not seen before, and he led us to the front porch. Standing on the porch was Daniel, our friend of many years. We hadn’t seen him in ages. I screamed in delight; ‘Danny Boy!’ What are you doing here?
‘I hear someone needs some cheering up, who better to do that than Danny’, he said. I looked at my friend. She sure knew how to brighten my day. ‘So, where have you been?’ I had a million questions for him. Jaz jumped in; “Cool it Kiddo, allow us in… in good time your questions will be answered’ “Welcome to my home!”
‘Your home?’ I asked. Lets go in he said. We stepped in to see he had a private party of sort going on. “Hey everybody!” Daniel called out in his deep baritone voice. Everyone stopped talking and looked our way. ‘This is Jasmine and Tobs, my good friends from college… and guess what fella's… they are available.’ I looked at Daniel in horror.
Yeah, I was available but not desperate. He made me feel cheap and desperate. I didn’t like that. I plastered a plastic smile on my face and excused myself. Jaz and I went to the ladies. “Jaz, what was that all about? Dan didn’t have to say that. He made me look desperate and cheap.”
‘My oh my… we are touchy tonight’, Jaz said. Dan was only trying to be funny. You know him. ‘Well, I wasn’t amused’, I shot back. “Baby there is nothing desperate and cheap about you. You are successful and beauty, with brains is not cheap to come by. You my friend have an abundance of both.”
‘Why are we in here? We came to have fun and in that dress, the guys will go crazy.’ That’s the problem Jaz; I don’t want to drive any guy crazy. ‘Look Tobs, quit whining and have a good time. I thought we left Temi in that “box” at home.’ You are going to ruin your evening if you continue like this.
‘Daniel…I will tell you about later, but tonight I just want you to relax and have a good time… ok?’ I nodded my head and she said; ‘That’s my girl.’
When we got back in, I looked around and did a mental head count. There were about 25 people all together. They all looked successful and well dressed. Some of the ladies wore scandalous dresses that in my opinion… I wandered why they didn’t just come nude.
I chose a secluded spot, took a glass of wine and sat down, hoping I will just have a quiet evening unnoticed. If the truth must be told, I was tired and emotionally drained. I just wanted to go home, but I didn’t want to disappoint Jaz and Daniel, so I smiled and decided to try and have a good time. At least, for Jaz’s sake.
I looked across the room at Jaz. Good old Jaz, the cynosure of all eyes. Oh yes, Jaz loved to be the center of attention and at this point, she had claimed center stage. The guys were busy drooling over her, I didn’t blame them, I probably would have done same if I was a guy. Jaz is fun especially when she sets out to be charming and tonight was not an exception.
“So this is where you intend to spend the evening. If I promise to bring you back to your safe haven, would you dance with me” I turned around sharply and was struck dumb for a few minutes. Standing really close to me (it’s a wonder I didn’t sense his presence) was this gorgeous hunk of a man. A bit above average height, dark and extremely good looking.
I felt a tingly sensation run up my spine, which I detected as sexual attraction. I had not had that kind of feeling about any man since Temi. I just stirred at him as if he was a juicy cucumber. My God, I am horny! What has come over me, where are my manners. ‘Emm… emm’, I stammered. ‘You don’t want to dance with me?’ he asked.
‘No, I mean yes I do’, my palms were all sweaty so I pretended to look for something in my bag before he noticed they were shaking. A while later, he asked ‘Are we going to dance in this half of the century or do we wait till the next?’ ‘I am prepared to wait you know?’ he said with a smile.
My God, what is happening to me; I thought as I took his outstretched hand. As soon as we got to the dance floor the lights were dimmed and the mood in the room suddenly changed to something magical. The music was a slower tempo and he held me close to him. We danced together for like an eternity. I felt safe in his arms. He used his thumb to raise my chin so he could look into my eyes.
I was lost at that moment. He bent down slowly and kissed me. First, it was gentle but when I parted my lips he took me with a force that astounded me. I kissed him back, pressing my body against his. In this blissful moment, it was just the two of us.
When he raised his head, the music had stopped. I was horrified. What have I done? I excused myself to go again to the ladies, which had now become my safe haven. He mumbled something about the second time in 30 minutes. Anyway I couldn’t be bothered. I fled to the ladies with Jaz, close on my heels.
‘Hey girl, what’s the rush?’ Jaz I just made a fool of myself. ‘How?’ I just kissed a complete stranger. I don’t even know his name! Jaz burst into laughter. ‘Tobs you are always so dramatic. What if you kissed a stranger? Were you both not consenting adults? Its hardly the end of the world.’
Monday, September 1, 2008
Chronicles of Jasmine 4
“Jaz, don’t you think it’s too early to talk about Sex!”.
When we got to my parent’s house, he turned off the engine and turned to me. “Tobs” he started… I interjected saying; “Whatever it is Temi, I don’t want to hear it and please, if you have any more bright ideas about me having a baby for you, keep them to yourself. I’m really not interested”.
I got out of the car before he could come out to open the door for me, and slammed the door. I simply walked into my house without looking back. The next morning a bunch of roses, champagne and a card arrived for me. The card simply read… “I am sorry…”
“Hey, who dey this house?” I heard Jaz, as if in a dream. I wasn’t in the mood to talk but answered never the less. Cos knowing Jaz, she was going to waltz in anyway. Yes waltz, Jaz never walked or strolled in… no, she waltzed.
I was still in my teddy bear nightwear, clutching my huge teddy to myself with my throw pillows numbering a bit over a dozen. They were all over my bed and floor. As Jaz came into my room, she took one good look at me and said; “Go get a man girl, and leave that live size teddy of yours.” It won’t keep you warm in bed and certainly, it won’t satisfy your urges.
“Jaz, don’t you think it’s too early to talk about sex. Don’t you think of anything else? There is so much more out there that is fun and interesting”; I said. “Like what?” she shot back. ‘Eh Tobs tell me?’ Anyway I didn’t come for that, how was last night? I bet it was smoking!
Must we talk now, Jaz? I have a meeting in 4 hours time and I’m yet to finish the report am working on. Well, I shall have you know there is so much more out there than work, she said, mimicking me. “Loosen up Tobs, you are not an old woman and you are certainly no dim wit”. You are one of the most beautiful and intelligent ladies I have ever met.
Is it because of your experience with Temi, you have refused to live life? It won’t wait for you, you know. Baby you have to try and get on without him; she said looking at me sadly. “Or wait a minute”; her eyes changing from the sad look she had on a moment ago, to one of intense anger.
Did he upset you again? Cos this time Tobs, I am going to have it out with him. I looked at my friend of many years and remembered why I liked Jaz. She was a caring person although for sometime now she had buried that side of her and was almost unrecognizable. I knew it had to do with Greg and I hoped I wasn’t kidding myself where Temi was concerned. Cos, looking at Jaz, I saw how easy it was to turn on men.
Men? Lets talk about them. Are they worse than women, when it comes to lies? I think both men and women can be terrible when it comes to the game of love. If a woman is in love with a man she can do anything for him. Give her entire possession if she has to, but the same woman can sell her soul to the devil, to deal with a man. Especially if she feels, she’s been unjustly treated.
Now, this does not apply to all females but most will do this. Temi and Greg should be grateful that Jaz and I do not belong in that group. Yeah, Jaz is crazy but not that crazy, thank God for that. I tell my brothers after God who created us, the next set of people men should fear is women. I tell them the “fear of women, is the beginning of wisdom”
It’s only a foolish man who would “dare” a woman. If you want to live long adhere to this advice. Even the holy book says there is nothing as bad as a woman scorned. So guys, watch your back. But what about men, I think they are just as deceitful and sometimes “wicked”. Men want to eat their cake and have it.
Oh yes, you want Nike, Amina and Nneka… what is it with you guys anyway? What are you looking for? Shouldn’t it be the inner beauty? In perching here and there, you would loose that particular female that would have complimented you. Temi and Greg were gullible and in the process lost gems (Jaz and me) that would have added value to their lives. Jaz believes that men are “useless” but I think ladies are just as bad.
I mean Funke knew Temi had a woman in his life, but did that stop her? No, like I said earlier, the brazen way women go after men especially the successful ones will make Delilah cringe in shame.
In the past, a girl will wait for a guy to approach her no matter how much she “loved” him and she would respect boundaries, especially if she knows he has someone serious in his life, but not anymore.
Infact, just as a man will keep chains of girlfriends deceiving himself, thinking the woman in his life is not aware of his antics, women now date many guys at the same time.
Do men think they are smart? Watch out for that girl with that seemingly innocent look. She’s playing the game just like you, but even better. Now, a girl takes from an “Aristo” as we call Sugar Daddies and gives to her small boy friend. She dresses well and spends cash on you but you don’t know how she gets it.
Of course there will always be an uncle or aunty somewhere “sending” money as she would always claim. Sometimes I think men get what they deserve. A friend of mine asked me sometime ago why women were so pretentious? I told him that when you meet a girl that is “perfect” then something is wrong, cos there is no such thing.
Yeah to some, Jaz might be crazy and on a suicide mission (I tell her that if any of those wives of the men she dates catches her, all hell will be let loose), but she says men are not worth the trouble. You could say she’s a cynic when it comes to men.
Tobs! Tobs! Hello, you have that vacant expression on your face again. What are you thinking about? Are you trying to cook up a story to cover up what Temi did? I would know. You know I’m a Psychologist amongst other things, so don’t freaking lie to me!
Once again, what happened with Temi? Sorry Jaz I drifted off for a moment there. It went well until we got to the point where Temi asked me to have a baby for him. What! Jaz exclaimed. So what did you say, Tobs? I hope you gave him a good telling off. What nonsense! Is he insane?
Jaz went on and on using unprintable words on Temi. Calm down Jaz, no need to get all worked up. He’s gone now, hopefully for good. It had better be Tobs. I remember what a wreck you were, when he broke your heart the first time and it breaks my heart to see you hurting.
Look Jaz, I said I am ok. I know you got my back and I’m so thankful that you are on my side. You see why I don’t take men seriously anymore. Tobs, I can’t allow any man put me through what Greg put me through. And what Temi did to you too. It’s not worth it girl. It’s really not worth it. We lapsed into silence. Two girls, who have shared the pain of loving and loosing the men they loved, almost more than life itself.
Look Tobs, I‘m not going to leave you tonight. Finish your report, but tonight I am going to spoil you. I won’t allow you sink into depression. I’m coming for you at 8pm. “So, tell your fairy godmother you won’t be coming home tonight” she said referring to my mum.
J-a-z! You have that look… what do you have in mind? Please I don’t want to be part of any crazy game. “Crazy game?” she exclaimed. Yes, I know you Jaz. The last time... you remember what you did?
“Don’t worry Tobs, I know say you no like surprise”. Jaz, you set me up with two guys! I am not a nympho. “Well, you for at least try chat with them. You sat like a dummy through out”. I ‘m not into the “groupie” thing Jaz. Now you really have to leave so I can concentrate on my report. See you at 8pm.
I took a moment to reflect on how different Jaz and I were; yet we were good friends. Jaz was a good friend but a terrible person to cross. Knowing Jaz, whatever she had planned would not be boring. I give that to her. Jaz sure knows how to rock a party.
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When we got to my parent’s house, he turned off the engine and turned to me. “Tobs” he started… I interjected saying; “Whatever it is Temi, I don’t want to hear it and please, if you have any more bright ideas about me having a baby for you, keep them to yourself. I’m really not interested”.
I got out of the car before he could come out to open the door for me, and slammed the door. I simply walked into my house without looking back. The next morning a bunch of roses, champagne and a card arrived for me. The card simply read… “I am sorry…”
“Hey, who dey this house?” I heard Jaz, as if in a dream. I wasn’t in the mood to talk but answered never the less. Cos knowing Jaz, she was going to waltz in anyway. Yes waltz, Jaz never walked or strolled in… no, she waltzed.
I was still in my teddy bear nightwear, clutching my huge teddy to myself with my throw pillows numbering a bit over a dozen. They were all over my bed and floor. As Jaz came into my room, she took one good look at me and said; “Go get a man girl, and leave that live size teddy of yours.” It won’t keep you warm in bed and certainly, it won’t satisfy your urges.
“Jaz, don’t you think it’s too early to talk about sex. Don’t you think of anything else? There is so much more out there that is fun and interesting”; I said. “Like what?” she shot back. ‘Eh Tobs tell me?’ Anyway I didn’t come for that, how was last night? I bet it was smoking!
Must we talk now, Jaz? I have a meeting in 4 hours time and I’m yet to finish the report am working on. Well, I shall have you know there is so much more out there than work, she said, mimicking me. “Loosen up Tobs, you are not an old woman and you are certainly no dim wit”. You are one of the most beautiful and intelligent ladies I have ever met.
Is it because of your experience with Temi, you have refused to live life? It won’t wait for you, you know. Baby you have to try and get on without him; she said looking at me sadly. “Or wait a minute”; her eyes changing from the sad look she had on a moment ago, to one of intense anger.
Did he upset you again? Cos this time Tobs, I am going to have it out with him. I looked at my friend of many years and remembered why I liked Jaz. She was a caring person although for sometime now she had buried that side of her and was almost unrecognizable. I knew it had to do with Greg and I hoped I wasn’t kidding myself where Temi was concerned. Cos, looking at Jaz, I saw how easy it was to turn on men.
Men? Lets talk about them. Are they worse than women, when it comes to lies? I think both men and women can be terrible when it comes to the game of love. If a woman is in love with a man she can do anything for him. Give her entire possession if she has to, but the same woman can sell her soul to the devil, to deal with a man. Especially if she feels, she’s been unjustly treated.
Now, this does not apply to all females but most will do this. Temi and Greg should be grateful that Jaz and I do not belong in that group. Yeah, Jaz is crazy but not that crazy, thank God for that. I tell my brothers after God who created us, the next set of people men should fear is women. I tell them the “fear of women, is the beginning of wisdom”
It’s only a foolish man who would “dare” a woman. If you want to live long adhere to this advice. Even the holy book says there is nothing as bad as a woman scorned. So guys, watch your back. But what about men, I think they are just as deceitful and sometimes “wicked”. Men want to eat their cake and have it.
Oh yes, you want Nike, Amina and Nneka… what is it with you guys anyway? What are you looking for? Shouldn’t it be the inner beauty? In perching here and there, you would loose that particular female that would have complimented you. Temi and Greg were gullible and in the process lost gems (Jaz and me) that would have added value to their lives. Jaz believes that men are “useless” but I think ladies are just as bad.
I mean Funke knew Temi had a woman in his life, but did that stop her? No, like I said earlier, the brazen way women go after men especially the successful ones will make Delilah cringe in shame.
In the past, a girl will wait for a guy to approach her no matter how much she “loved” him and she would respect boundaries, especially if she knows he has someone serious in his life, but not anymore.
Infact, just as a man will keep chains of girlfriends deceiving himself, thinking the woman in his life is not aware of his antics, women now date many guys at the same time.
Do men think they are smart? Watch out for that girl with that seemingly innocent look. She’s playing the game just like you, but even better. Now, a girl takes from an “Aristo” as we call Sugar Daddies and gives to her small boy friend. She dresses well and spends cash on you but you don’t know how she gets it.
Of course there will always be an uncle or aunty somewhere “sending” money as she would always claim. Sometimes I think men get what they deserve. A friend of mine asked me sometime ago why women were so pretentious? I told him that when you meet a girl that is “perfect” then something is wrong, cos there is no such thing.
Yeah to some, Jaz might be crazy and on a suicide mission (I tell her that if any of those wives of the men she dates catches her, all hell will be let loose), but she says men are not worth the trouble. You could say she’s a cynic when it comes to men.
Tobs! Tobs! Hello, you have that vacant expression on your face again. What are you thinking about? Are you trying to cook up a story to cover up what Temi did? I would know. You know I’m a Psychologist amongst other things, so don’t freaking lie to me!
Once again, what happened with Temi? Sorry Jaz I drifted off for a moment there. It went well until we got to the point where Temi asked me to have a baby for him. What! Jaz exclaimed. So what did you say, Tobs? I hope you gave him a good telling off. What nonsense! Is he insane?
Jaz went on and on using unprintable words on Temi. Calm down Jaz, no need to get all worked up. He’s gone now, hopefully for good. It had better be Tobs. I remember what a wreck you were, when he broke your heart the first time and it breaks my heart to see you hurting.
Look Jaz, I said I am ok. I know you got my back and I’m so thankful that you are on my side. You see why I don’t take men seriously anymore. Tobs, I can’t allow any man put me through what Greg put me through. And what Temi did to you too. It’s not worth it girl. It’s really not worth it. We lapsed into silence. Two girls, who have shared the pain of loving and loosing the men they loved, almost more than life itself.
Look Tobs, I‘m not going to leave you tonight. Finish your report, but tonight I am going to spoil you. I won’t allow you sink into depression. I’m coming for you at 8pm. “So, tell your fairy godmother you won’t be coming home tonight” she said referring to my mum.
J-a-z! You have that look… what do you have in mind? Please I don’t want to be part of any crazy game. “Crazy game?” she exclaimed. Yes, I know you Jaz. The last time... you remember what you did?
“Don’t worry Tobs, I know say you no like surprise”. Jaz, you set me up with two guys! I am not a nympho. “Well, you for at least try chat with them. You sat like a dummy through out”. I ‘m not into the “groupie” thing Jaz. Now you really have to leave so I can concentrate on my report. See you at 8pm.
I took a moment to reflect on how different Jaz and I were; yet we were good friends. Jaz was a good friend but a terrible person to cross. Knowing Jaz, whatever she had planned would not be boring. I give that to her. Jaz sure knows how to rock a party.
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Chronicles of Jasmine 3
JAZ! You know with friends like you, who needs enemies, I muttered to myself. I heard that she says whatever Tobs, whatever!
Anyway sha, Marcus turned and tossed all night, he couldn’t sleep. I wanted him to sweat it up a little you know when men get it on a platter, they don’t appreciate it. The next morning at about 5.30am, I was feeling h….y, so I brushed my teeth, put back my necklace of the previous night and wore my sexy ‘very transparent night wear with nothing under and just strolled into Marcus room with out knocking.
I walked up to his bed and asked him to help me remove my neck chain with some mumbo jumbo about being too tired to take it off, the previous night, oh boy was he wide awake? The little man down there was crying for attention, I acted like I didn’t see it and sat at the edge of his bed, the rest like they say was history, he could not have enough of me.
We did not have breakfast till 12 noon and even that had to be room service! Every chance we got, we utilized, Tobs it was w-o-n-d-a-ful! Really Jaz even for you this is a wee bit too far. No, no, Tobs don’t tell me that crap about April being my friend. Some one did that to me too, so what goes around comes around, wait Jaz, you were not always this cynical what happened to you?
You know what happened to me, Greg happened to me. Are you never going to let that go Jaz? It’s been, what… 7 years? 8 years? Tobs… 8years? Look Jaz I think you need professional help. Really? Why do you think I come to you?
I think am a good listener and I don’t judge you, maybe that makes you feel safe and think what you are doing is right but honestly speaking I think you are gradually loosing it, Jaz and even though you call me your conscience, most times? I don’t feel like it, I said.
Anyway I got to run, my date would be at the door any minute so shoo… Jaz, let me concentrate on my evening. GREG? We definitely need to talk about I said. Well Cinderella just make sure you are not back before 12 mid-night and most definitely piss off your fairy god mother, Jaz says referring to my mum who she feels worries too much for some one Jaz believes is way past the age of monitoring.
Thank you ‘madam’ now leave I really must get ready for this date. Hmmm Tobs, you never still tell me wetin dey happen anyway, see you tomorrow. I definitely want all the Juicy details.
As Jaz leaves, I wonder how someone so sweet could turn out so ‘twisted’ and in some cases damn right mean. Yeah mean… Jaz can be very mean. I got to run, later, much later maybe not tonight because I might be too tired but I’ll let you in about my ‘date’.
Hmmm, where do I start? Is it the fact that we were almost robbed, myself and Temi or that he spent the greater part of the evening ogling me? The evening started pretty well. He came at 8.pm on the dot. As soon as the doorbell went off I knew it had to be him.
I called out to my mum that I’ll see to the door and that she should not bother. Another thing… I still live with my parents but I am looking for a place of my own to move into. Or what do you guys think?
Jaz thinks it’s disgusting; I still live with my parents because according to her, I’m too old and disgustingly rich to live with them. Maybe she’s right but I guess I have hesitated all these years because of the traditional believe that most men see girls that live alone as those with no parental guidance.
I guess I’m still old fashioned. Accordingly to Jaz, I live in the Stone Age and should get my sorry ass out of my parent’s house. What the heck I need my own place!
Sorry for the digression, anyway Temi and I got off on a good start. Like I said… until we got to CMS where we almost got car-jacked, if not for God and Temi’s quick reflex. The police really need to step up but then who can blame them, when they are underpaid, overworked and lack motivation.
Temi took me to a nice Chinese restaurant tucked in the heart of the island. It was a new place. I had never been there before. As soon as we settled down, he took my hands and looked straight into my eyes. His eyes pleading for understanding.
He said, “Tobs, I don’t know where to start from. I realize now I was stupid and careless. Yes, I am married to Funke, but I don’t love her”. “I still miss your presence in my life, your advice, care, selflessness, love, patience… I could go on and on”.
I even find myself comparing your cooking with hers’. “Tobs please forgive me. I don’t know what came over me. One thing led to another… the next thing I know… we are getting married because she’s pregnant”.
“I know I have hurt you deeply. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?”. As Temi went on and on pleading, my mind drifted to the past, when Temi and I were so happy. I was so gullible, believing the best of everything and every one.
Temi and I had been dating for five years. I turned he’s house into a “home”. I taught him how to cook, knot a tie, go to Church etc. Before then, all his 30 something years on the planet earth… he had only been to Church twice.
He gave me an engagement ring and came to see my parents, to ask for my hand in marriage. My pictures were all over his house. One would have thought that should be enough deterrent for any girl, but no… girls shop for men especially successful ones, the way a shark goes after it’s bait.
Oh yes, I’m a lot wiser now. It’s just that ever since Temi, I have found it hard to trust any man again. Sometimes I wonder if it’s all worth it. With all the “sexcapades” going on in Banks, various institutions and anyplace you can think of. It’s all over the place. In fact, the married ones are worse.
The way girls go after men now would make Delilah cruise with shame. Out of the blues I was rudely brought back to earth when I heard Temi say “I still love you. Would you consider having a baby for me?” I looked at him as if he had gone mad. “Temi” I said, “Are you ok, or maybe I have a hearing problem?”
“Did you say something about me having a baby?” He nodded his head, kissing my hands at the same time. I immediately removed my hands and told him with all the venom I could muster; “You, my boy have gone raving mad!”. Yeah, I have forgiven you. If I did not, I won’t be able to move on. It wasn’t easy and because of you, I have lost trust in men.
I guess you could say, you contributed immensely to my being single till date, but to have the audacity to ask me to have your child is like rubbing insult to an injury. Please if you have nothing better to say, then I want to go home. I stood up, Temi quickly stood up apologizing and reminding me that I had not eaten.
I told him I had lost my appetite. He kept pleading and apologizing profusely.
I looked around and saw that I was making a scene, so I sat down but not before warning Temi, never in his life to bring up such a subject. Afterall, he walked out of our relationship, not caring how it would affect me. I was depressed for two years. It almost killed me and now that I have managed to put myself together, he wanted to mess with me again? No way!
I warned him sternly that after this dinner, he should stay the hell away from me! After the outburst, my evening was pretty much over. I could not wait to get home. In between spoonfuls, I glanced at him and noticed he really did still have the hots for me, but I was not moved. When I remembered the pain I passed through because of him and how because of what he did, he almost ruined my life. I tried not to let the bitterness of the past overwhelm me.
I had prayed that God would help me forgive what I cannot forget. Time they say is a greater healer. This certainly was the case here, or am I kidding myself? It’s been 10 years now. Things just went downhill after that. Temi wanted to take me dancing, but I wasn’t in the mood. So at about 11.pm he dropped me off.
In the car, right in front of my parent’s house, he turned off the engine and turned to me. “Tobs” he started… I interjected saying; “Whatever it is Temi, I don’t want to hear it and please, if you have any more bright ideas about me having a baby for you, keep them to yourself. I’m really not interested”.
I got out of the car before could come out to open the door for me, and slammed the door. I simply walked into my house without looking back. The next morning a bunch of roses, champagne and a card arrived for me. The card simply read… “I am sorry…”
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Anyway sha, Marcus turned and tossed all night, he couldn’t sleep. I wanted him to sweat it up a little you know when men get it on a platter, they don’t appreciate it. The next morning at about 5.30am, I was feeling h….y, so I brushed my teeth, put back my necklace of the previous night and wore my sexy ‘very transparent night wear with nothing under and just strolled into Marcus room with out knocking.
I walked up to his bed and asked him to help me remove my neck chain with some mumbo jumbo about being too tired to take it off, the previous night, oh boy was he wide awake? The little man down there was crying for attention, I acted like I didn’t see it and sat at the edge of his bed, the rest like they say was history, he could not have enough of me.
We did not have breakfast till 12 noon and even that had to be room service! Every chance we got, we utilized, Tobs it was w-o-n-d-a-ful! Really Jaz even for you this is a wee bit too far. No, no, Tobs don’t tell me that crap about April being my friend. Some one did that to me too, so what goes around comes around, wait Jaz, you were not always this cynical what happened to you?
You know what happened to me, Greg happened to me. Are you never going to let that go Jaz? It’s been, what… 7 years? 8 years? Tobs… 8years? Look Jaz I think you need professional help. Really? Why do you think I come to you?
I think am a good listener and I don’t judge you, maybe that makes you feel safe and think what you are doing is right but honestly speaking I think you are gradually loosing it, Jaz and even though you call me your conscience, most times? I don’t feel like it, I said.
Anyway I got to run, my date would be at the door any minute so shoo… Jaz, let me concentrate on my evening. GREG? We definitely need to talk about I said. Well Cinderella just make sure you are not back before 12 mid-night and most definitely piss off your fairy god mother, Jaz says referring to my mum who she feels worries too much for some one Jaz believes is way past the age of monitoring.
Thank you ‘madam’ now leave I really must get ready for this date. Hmmm Tobs, you never still tell me wetin dey happen anyway, see you tomorrow. I definitely want all the Juicy details.
As Jaz leaves, I wonder how someone so sweet could turn out so ‘twisted’ and in some cases damn right mean. Yeah mean… Jaz can be very mean. I got to run, later, much later maybe not tonight because I might be too tired but I’ll let you in about my ‘date’.
Hmmm, where do I start? Is it the fact that we were almost robbed, myself and Temi or that he spent the greater part of the evening ogling me? The evening started pretty well. He came at 8.pm on the dot. As soon as the doorbell went off I knew it had to be him.
I called out to my mum that I’ll see to the door and that she should not bother. Another thing… I still live with my parents but I am looking for a place of my own to move into. Or what do you guys think?
Jaz thinks it’s disgusting; I still live with my parents because according to her, I’m too old and disgustingly rich to live with them. Maybe she’s right but I guess I have hesitated all these years because of the traditional believe that most men see girls that live alone as those with no parental guidance.
I guess I’m still old fashioned. Accordingly to Jaz, I live in the Stone Age and should get my sorry ass out of my parent’s house. What the heck I need my own place!
Sorry for the digression, anyway Temi and I got off on a good start. Like I said… until we got to CMS where we almost got car-jacked, if not for God and Temi’s quick reflex. The police really need to step up but then who can blame them, when they are underpaid, overworked and lack motivation.
Temi took me to a nice Chinese restaurant tucked in the heart of the island. It was a new place. I had never been there before. As soon as we settled down, he took my hands and looked straight into my eyes. His eyes pleading for understanding.
He said, “Tobs, I don’t know where to start from. I realize now I was stupid and careless. Yes, I am married to Funke, but I don’t love her”. “I still miss your presence in my life, your advice, care, selflessness, love, patience… I could go on and on”.
I even find myself comparing your cooking with hers’. “Tobs please forgive me. I don’t know what came over me. One thing led to another… the next thing I know… we are getting married because she’s pregnant”.
“I know I have hurt you deeply. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?”. As Temi went on and on pleading, my mind drifted to the past, when Temi and I were so happy. I was so gullible, believing the best of everything and every one.
Temi and I had been dating for five years. I turned he’s house into a “home”. I taught him how to cook, knot a tie, go to Church etc. Before then, all his 30 something years on the planet earth… he had only been to Church twice.
He gave me an engagement ring and came to see my parents, to ask for my hand in marriage. My pictures were all over his house. One would have thought that should be enough deterrent for any girl, but no… girls shop for men especially successful ones, the way a shark goes after it’s bait.
Oh yes, I’m a lot wiser now. It’s just that ever since Temi, I have found it hard to trust any man again. Sometimes I wonder if it’s all worth it. With all the “sexcapades” going on in Banks, various institutions and anyplace you can think of. It’s all over the place. In fact, the married ones are worse.
The way girls go after men now would make Delilah cruise with shame. Out of the blues I was rudely brought back to earth when I heard Temi say “I still love you. Would you consider having a baby for me?” I looked at him as if he had gone mad. “Temi” I said, “Are you ok, or maybe I have a hearing problem?”
“Did you say something about me having a baby?” He nodded his head, kissing my hands at the same time. I immediately removed my hands and told him with all the venom I could muster; “You, my boy have gone raving mad!”. Yeah, I have forgiven you. If I did not, I won’t be able to move on. It wasn’t easy and because of you, I have lost trust in men.
I guess you could say, you contributed immensely to my being single till date, but to have the audacity to ask me to have your child is like rubbing insult to an injury. Please if you have nothing better to say, then I want to go home. I stood up, Temi quickly stood up apologizing and reminding me that I had not eaten.
I told him I had lost my appetite. He kept pleading and apologizing profusely.
I looked around and saw that I was making a scene, so I sat down but not before warning Temi, never in his life to bring up such a subject. Afterall, he walked out of our relationship, not caring how it would affect me. I was depressed for two years. It almost killed me and now that I have managed to put myself together, he wanted to mess with me again? No way!
I warned him sternly that after this dinner, he should stay the hell away from me! After the outburst, my evening was pretty much over. I could not wait to get home. In between spoonfuls, I glanced at him and noticed he really did still have the hots for me, but I was not moved. When I remembered the pain I passed through because of him and how because of what he did, he almost ruined my life. I tried not to let the bitterness of the past overwhelm me.
I had prayed that God would help me forgive what I cannot forget. Time they say is a greater healer. This certainly was the case here, or am I kidding myself? It’s been 10 years now. Things just went downhill after that. Temi wanted to take me dancing, but I wasn’t in the mood. So at about 11.pm he dropped me off.
In the car, right in front of my parent’s house, he turned off the engine and turned to me. “Tobs” he started… I interjected saying; “Whatever it is Temi, I don’t want to hear it and please, if you have any more bright ideas about me having a baby for you, keep them to yourself. I’m really not interested”.
I got out of the car before could come out to open the door for me, and slammed the door. I simply walked into my house without looking back. The next morning a bunch of roses, champagne and a card arrived for me. The card simply read… “I am sorry…”
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Chronicles of Jasmine 2
Jaz so what is this hot gist, you cant wait to tell? I asked? Girlfriend it was smoking. What was? Abuja baby, Abuja. I settled down in a rocking chair at the corner of my room white jaz flopped on the bed.
When we got to Abuja, she said I got Lyn to book us a room at Nicon with connecting doors unknown to Marcus. We were to attend an official dinner that night so I decided to embark on my campaign immediately: What campaign I asked: The campaign of winning Marcus or should I say getting him to share my bed. Jaz! I exclaimed, what? She gives me that innocent look. Anyway, while preparing for dinner I decided to walk into Marcus room in my under wear under the pretext of asking him to help me hook my chain and guess what I had on Tobs? My garter belt! I shook my head in amazement. Girlfriend as soon as Marcus saw me his jaw dropped open. I had on one of those victorian secrets underwear flirty, transparent and bearing all. You needed to have seen him. He tried not to stare because I warned him not to and it was rude to stir but baby was he drooling, I could virtually see him salivating as if I was a juicy morsel. I strolled out doing a cat walk, the same way I strolled in slowly after he was done.
At dinner I kept giving him all the come on signs, some times conflicting signals you know a girl shouldn’t just act like she is always available.
Wait oh Jaz, didn’t anybody notice what was going on, I asked? How dey wan take know now she responds na under the table runs. Jaz! I exclaimed. Do you know Tobs I sat next to Marcus and I wore one of those clingy, sexy outfit that runs a slit from the thigh down to my ankle. Atimes I robbed my foot against his or up and down his legs. There was a time I boldly put my hand between his thighs of cause I made it look like an accident. I turned side ways as if I wanted to tell him something in the ear and rubbed my breast against him, oh Tobs you should have seen him he lit up like a Christmas tree, his hands became jittery and he dropped his fork. Under the pretext of helping hi8m look for his fork I held his ‘Ikenna”.
Oh Jaz how could you! I exclaimed how could I not, the baby was begging to come out, if we weren’t in such a public place I would have given him a head! ‘A head what? I said, honestly Tobs you are too prudish for my liking must I spell it out she says, she then decided to ‘spell pronounce’ a b-l-o-w job. Don’t tell me you have never heard of that too. Your life must be really boring. Remind me to teach you what I call the rudiments of love making. Thank you madam expert I said, you are welcome. You know I am an authority in that field. Some of these wives need people like us to teach them so their husbands stop straying, you know what I mean.
Thank you for the lecture, madam lecturer. No Tobs, I am serious, most men prefer a ‘whore in bed and a lady on their arms’ Jaz! That’s enough are you going to tell me what happened with Marcus or are you going to give me a lecture on sex, I don’t doubt that it would be mind blowing but I am tired I said. Oh, thats it eh? Ok Oh, make I dey go my house before you throw me out she says. I am sorry Jaz, its just that there was this guy I ran into from my past. She walks up to me, giving me a sympathetic look. Really Tobs, am sorry, sometimes I get carried away, you should have told me to shut up, now that I look at you I see there is something bothering you. Look Jaz, I AM SORRY but I really can’t talk now.
Lets make a deal I’ll tell you about this guy from my past if you would conclude the story on you and Marcus. I still cant believe you slept with him. Wrong Tobs not slept made long, passionate love with him all weekend is more like it, but that would have to wait, you look like death warmed up, I’ll see you tomorrow, don’t bother seeing me off, I’ll let myself out, the same way I came in.
The next day Jaz showed up as promised. Tobs, Tobs are you home? I heard Jaz as if in a dream. Yeah, I said I am in my dressing room. Hello baby girl, whats up? Wow, going somewhere? Remember, the guy from my past I told you about? Yep! Am going out with him tonight, that was quick, do I hear someone saying” go slow, its too fast too soon, Jaz” she says mimicking me anytime I caution her on a date. Well Micheal does not have all the time in the world he has to go back to Abuja tomorrow morning and its just talk so don’t even go there.
So how did Abuja end? I said. I thought you were going out on a date with your old flame? Jaz says. First and foremost I am not dating Micheal and secondly I still have at least 2 hours before he comes. Hmmm and you have started preparing already. Na wa oh, this your talk wey you wan talk e serious oh, she says laughing. You wan make e think say I dey suffer since e comot, no thanks I will dress to kill tonight so e go no say na him loose. So what happened in Abuja, this is the uptenth time I am asking honestly Jaz, I no go ask again Oh! Ok ok no vex Tobs sit down make I gist you.
I carefully removed my evening gown and relaxed on the bed. Jaz was too excited to sit, she began to pace up and down. Jaz calm down, you are really beginning to get on my nerves. She then plunges into the story continuing from where she left off the night after they had dinner, Marcus was a nervous wreck, he could not make any meaningful contribution, I guess I was partly to blame but then its not as if he stopped me or moved away. He kept throwing glances my way through out dinner. As soon as it was decent enough he made excuses for both of us that we had a client to see early in the morning before our business lunch with them (they were Koreans). It was obvious they were disappointed, I think they felt we were going to show them a bit of the town but Marcus was too strung up, he would have none of that.
When we got to our rooms, I feigned tiredness and a headache, Marcus looked at me with disappointment and asked if I would like some aspirin. I told him I brought some with me, of course I locked the connecting door after taking a look at the bulge in his trousers. I knew he was not going to sleep but said good night Marcus, sleep well and eh you might want to have a cold shower! Jaz, how could you when April is your friend! Look Tobs I know you want to go all preachy on me but remember, someone did it to me too, so whats new? Is that why you must do it to someone else and your friend for that matter I said. Point of correction, April is not my friend, just a colleagues wife, she says but April sees you as her friend I said, well that’s her cup of tea. JAZ! You know with friends like you, who needs enemies, I muttered to myself. I heard that she says whatever Tobs, whatever!
Anyway sha Marcus turned and tossed all night, he couldn’t sleep. I wanted him to sweat it up a little you know when men get it on a platter, they don’t appreciate it. The next morning at about 5.30am, I was feeling h….y, so I brushed my teeth, put back my necklace of the previous night and wore my sexy ‘very transparent nighty with nothing under and just strolled into Marcus room with out knocking. I walked up to his bed and asked him to help me remove my neck chain with some mumbo jumbo about being too tired to take it off, the previous night, oh boy was he wide awake? The little man down there was crying for attention, I acted like I didn’t see it and sat at the edge of his bed, the rest like they say was history, he could not have enough of me. We did not have breakfast till 12 noon and even that had to be room service!
Every chance we got, we utilized, Tobs it was w-o-n-d-a-ful! Really Jaz even for you this is a wee bit too far. No, no, Tobs don’t tell me that crap about April being my friend. Some one did that to me too, so what goes around comes around, wait Jaz, you were not always this cynical what happened to you? You know what happened to me, Greg happened to me. Are you never going to let that go Jaz? Its been, what? 7 years? 8 years Tobs, 8years? Look Jaz I think you need professional help. Really? Why do you think I come to you? I think am a good listener and I don’t judge you, maybe that makes you feel safe and think what you are doing is right but honestly speaking I think you are gradually loosing it, Jaz and even though you call me your conscience, most times? I don’t feel like it, I said.
Anyway I got to run, my date would be at the door any minute so shoo… Jaz, let me concentrate on my evening. GREG? We definitely need to talk about I said. Well Cinderella just make sure you are not back before 12 mid-night and most definitely piss off your fairy god mother, Jaz says referring to my mum who she feels worries too much for some one Jaz believes is way past the age of monitoring.
Thank you ‘madam’ now leave I really must get ready for this date. Hmmm Tobs, you never still tell me wetin dey happen anyway, see you tomorrow. I definitely want all the Juicy details.
As Jaz leaves I wonder how someone so sweet could turn out so ‘twisted’ and in some cases damn right mean, yeah mean Jaz can be very mean. I got to run, later, much later maybe not tonight because I might be too tired but I’ll let you in about my ‘date’.
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When we got to Abuja, she said I got Lyn to book us a room at Nicon with connecting doors unknown to Marcus. We were to attend an official dinner that night so I decided to embark on my campaign immediately: What campaign I asked: The campaign of winning Marcus or should I say getting him to share my bed. Jaz! I exclaimed, what? She gives me that innocent look. Anyway, while preparing for dinner I decided to walk into Marcus room in my under wear under the pretext of asking him to help me hook my chain and guess what I had on Tobs? My garter belt! I shook my head in amazement. Girlfriend as soon as Marcus saw me his jaw dropped open. I had on one of those victorian secrets underwear flirty, transparent and bearing all. You needed to have seen him. He tried not to stare because I warned him not to and it was rude to stir but baby was he drooling, I could virtually see him salivating as if I was a juicy morsel. I strolled out doing a cat walk, the same way I strolled in slowly after he was done.
At dinner I kept giving him all the come on signs, some times conflicting signals you know a girl shouldn’t just act like she is always available.
Wait oh Jaz, didn’t anybody notice what was going on, I asked? How dey wan take know now she responds na under the table runs. Jaz! I exclaimed. Do you know Tobs I sat next to Marcus and I wore one of those clingy, sexy outfit that runs a slit from the thigh down to my ankle. Atimes I robbed my foot against his or up and down his legs. There was a time I boldly put my hand between his thighs of cause I made it look like an accident. I turned side ways as if I wanted to tell him something in the ear and rubbed my breast against him, oh Tobs you should have seen him he lit up like a Christmas tree, his hands became jittery and he dropped his fork. Under the pretext of helping hi8m look for his fork I held his ‘Ikenna”.
Oh Jaz how could you! I exclaimed how could I not, the baby was begging to come out, if we weren’t in such a public place I would have given him a head! ‘A head what? I said, honestly Tobs you are too prudish for my liking must I spell it out she says, she then decided to ‘spell pronounce’ a b-l-o-w job. Don’t tell me you have never heard of that too. Your life must be really boring. Remind me to teach you what I call the rudiments of love making. Thank you madam expert I said, you are welcome. You know I am an authority in that field. Some of these wives need people like us to teach them so their husbands stop straying, you know what I mean.
Thank you for the lecture, madam lecturer. No Tobs, I am serious, most men prefer a ‘whore in bed and a lady on their arms’ Jaz! That’s enough are you going to tell me what happened with Marcus or are you going to give me a lecture on sex, I don’t doubt that it would be mind blowing but I am tired I said. Oh, thats it eh? Ok Oh, make I dey go my house before you throw me out she says. I am sorry Jaz, its just that there was this guy I ran into from my past. She walks up to me, giving me a sympathetic look. Really Tobs, am sorry, sometimes I get carried away, you should have told me to shut up, now that I look at you I see there is something bothering you. Look Jaz, I AM SORRY but I really can’t talk now.
Lets make a deal I’ll tell you about this guy from my past if you would conclude the story on you and Marcus. I still cant believe you slept with him. Wrong Tobs not slept made long, passionate love with him all weekend is more like it, but that would have to wait, you look like death warmed up, I’ll see you tomorrow, don’t bother seeing me off, I’ll let myself out, the same way I came in.
The next day Jaz showed up as promised. Tobs, Tobs are you home? I heard Jaz as if in a dream. Yeah, I said I am in my dressing room. Hello baby girl, whats up? Wow, going somewhere? Remember, the guy from my past I told you about? Yep! Am going out with him tonight, that was quick, do I hear someone saying” go slow, its too fast too soon, Jaz” she says mimicking me anytime I caution her on a date. Well Micheal does not have all the time in the world he has to go back to Abuja tomorrow morning and its just talk so don’t even go there.
So how did Abuja end? I said. I thought you were going out on a date with your old flame? Jaz says. First and foremost I am not dating Micheal and secondly I still have at least 2 hours before he comes. Hmmm and you have started preparing already. Na wa oh, this your talk wey you wan talk e serious oh, she says laughing. You wan make e think say I dey suffer since e comot, no thanks I will dress to kill tonight so e go no say na him loose. So what happened in Abuja, this is the uptenth time I am asking honestly Jaz, I no go ask again Oh! Ok ok no vex Tobs sit down make I gist you.
I carefully removed my evening gown and relaxed on the bed. Jaz was too excited to sit, she began to pace up and down. Jaz calm down, you are really beginning to get on my nerves. She then plunges into the story continuing from where she left off the night after they had dinner, Marcus was a nervous wreck, he could not make any meaningful contribution, I guess I was partly to blame but then its not as if he stopped me or moved away. He kept throwing glances my way through out dinner. As soon as it was decent enough he made excuses for both of us that we had a client to see early in the morning before our business lunch with them (they were Koreans). It was obvious they were disappointed, I think they felt we were going to show them a bit of the town but Marcus was too strung up, he would have none of that.
When we got to our rooms, I feigned tiredness and a headache, Marcus looked at me with disappointment and asked if I would like some aspirin. I told him I brought some with me, of course I locked the connecting door after taking a look at the bulge in his trousers. I knew he was not going to sleep but said good night Marcus, sleep well and eh you might want to have a cold shower! Jaz, how could you when April is your friend! Look Tobs I know you want to go all preachy on me but remember, someone did it to me too, so whats new? Is that why you must do it to someone else and your friend for that matter I said. Point of correction, April is not my friend, just a colleagues wife, she says but April sees you as her friend I said, well that’s her cup of tea. JAZ! You know with friends like you, who needs enemies, I muttered to myself. I heard that she says whatever Tobs, whatever!
Anyway sha Marcus turned and tossed all night, he couldn’t sleep. I wanted him to sweat it up a little you know when men get it on a platter, they don’t appreciate it. The next morning at about 5.30am, I was feeling h….y, so I brushed my teeth, put back my necklace of the previous night and wore my sexy ‘very transparent nighty with nothing under and just strolled into Marcus room with out knocking. I walked up to his bed and asked him to help me remove my neck chain with some mumbo jumbo about being too tired to take it off, the previous night, oh boy was he wide awake? The little man down there was crying for attention, I acted like I didn’t see it and sat at the edge of his bed, the rest like they say was history, he could not have enough of me. We did not have breakfast till 12 noon and even that had to be room service!
Every chance we got, we utilized, Tobs it was w-o-n-d-a-ful! Really Jaz even for you this is a wee bit too far. No, no, Tobs don’t tell me that crap about April being my friend. Some one did that to me too, so what goes around comes around, wait Jaz, you were not always this cynical what happened to you? You know what happened to me, Greg happened to me. Are you never going to let that go Jaz? Its been, what? 7 years? 8 years Tobs, 8years? Look Jaz I think you need professional help. Really? Why do you think I come to you? I think am a good listener and I don’t judge you, maybe that makes you feel safe and think what you are doing is right but honestly speaking I think you are gradually loosing it, Jaz and even though you call me your conscience, most times? I don’t feel like it, I said.
Anyway I got to run, my date would be at the door any minute so shoo… Jaz, let me concentrate on my evening. GREG? We definitely need to talk about I said. Well Cinderella just make sure you are not back before 12 mid-night and most definitely piss off your fairy god mother, Jaz says referring to my mum who she feels worries too much for some one Jaz believes is way past the age of monitoring.
Thank you ‘madam’ now leave I really must get ready for this date. Hmmm Tobs, you never still tell me wetin dey happen anyway, see you tomorrow. I definitely want all the Juicy details.
As Jaz leaves I wonder how someone so sweet could turn out so ‘twisted’ and in some cases damn right mean, yeah mean Jaz can be very mean. I got to run, later, much later maybe not tonight because I might be too tired but I’ll let you in about my ‘date’.
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Chronicles of Jasmine 1
‘It’s his loss’ she says, holding her boobs and offering them to me.
Hi there,
I am Tobs, sounds strange? Not at all. I am from down South where the nation makes its dough if you know what I mean.
I didn’t want to write this down but my head is so full of Jasmines escapades. This is a way of reliving tension for me, cos if you were to have a friend like Jasmine believe me you won’t and can’t have a dull moment.
She came as usual last night to regale me with the gist of the day. She says I am her conscience but I wonder because she takes my advice only once a while. Jasmine is dark, pretty, about 5ft plus, good shape and infact with looks to die for.
If she had been a bit taller…She could be Miss Universe! I really don’t know Jasmine’s problem. I wont say she’s promiscuous neither would I call her an Angel. According to her she doesn’t know how she got into her lifestyle. She did not plan it she says. Instead she says men should be held responsible.
Jasmine came from a regular home; good education, good job in fact one could even say she’s intellectual but Jasmine has not been fortunate with men. Yesterday night was no different from her usual stories of sex, parties and catching her fun as she puts it. You are sure to find Jasmine anywhere there’s fun in Lagos. She loves to party and have a good time.
Jasmine is a partner in a firm and doing quite well if I might add. Making loads of cash she usually refers to as “moderate bucks”. That is debatable though.
Anyway, sometime last week she traveled to Abuja with her partner (Marcus) for a conference. The truth is, Jaz as I call her has a thing for her partner but he didn’t know that. In Abuja Jaz made sure her room was next to his. Jaz deceived me into going shopping with her prior to her trip, with some mumble jumbo thing about buying something for our friend Lyn in Abuja.
After picking a beautiful designer perfume for Lyn, she bought a sexy negligee and a bottle of champagne. I asked her what she was up to and she gave me that wide eyed innocent look she always gives when she’s on the prowl, I said; Jaz, what are you up to now?
She said ‘nothing’ with that South American drawl in her voice. I knew she was up to something but for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what. I had problems of my own so digging out information from Jaz, about her private life was the least of my problems. I knew she was going to tell me later anyway, but only when she is good and ready.
So that brings me to my present tale of Jasmines escapade or I should say sexcapades. Imagine Jaz seducing her partner! The worst part about this is that April, Marcus wife is her friend. I still can’t believe she did what she did. Jasmine is playing with fire but then she likes to live on the edge and life is too short to have second thoughts, when an opportunity presents itself. ‘You live it only once’… those are her words not mine.
Wait a minute, there is someone at the door. Keep a date its hot, juicy and nonsensical, this gist is crazy! Oh…it’s Jaz. What is wrong with men? She asks as she walks in. “I mean…don’t I have nice boobs?” She walks to the mirror and checks out her boobs and backside (which is in a class of its own) ‘of cos your boobs are sizeable not too small and not too big, why the question’ I inquired.
Well on the way to your house, I stopped to get us some ice cream so our gist would flow. In the super market this guy was checking me out from the back? “Jaz…Jaz, how did you know he was checking you out?” I said.
The supermarket is one of those with mirrors all round, dummy! Now stop interrupting me’, she says. ‘Anyway as I was saying…as soon as I turned around and he saw my front view, he scurried off like a rat with its tail between its legs’.
So? I interjected. ‘You are asking me so?’ “Look Jaz he may be a breast guy?. Breast guy? What is that? Honestly Tobs, I swear you invent your own vocabs. ‘Maybe he prefers big boobs’.
‘What about mine, are they small? No they are sizeable and personally I think they are great, not too small, not too big, just perfect?
“Hmnnn” she scoffs; “guys are dying for these babies here”. ‘It’s his loss’ she says, holding her boobs and offering them to me. ‘No thanks Jaz! I am no Les, I prefer men…’ I said.
She throws a pillow at me and we start a pillow fight. That is what I like about Jaz, she’s never down for long. You can’t be unhappy around her, never a dull moment.
“Well...sit down Tobs” she says. “My trip was ‘fantastically fantabulous” (and she says I have my own vocabs?...I wonder what that is).
Oh you won’t believe what happened in Abuja! Well keep a date, I’ll keep you posted.
Tobs.
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Hi there,
I am Tobs, sounds strange? Not at all. I am from down South where the nation makes its dough if you know what I mean.
I didn’t want to write this down but my head is so full of Jasmines escapades. This is a way of reliving tension for me, cos if you were to have a friend like Jasmine believe me you won’t and can’t have a dull moment.
She came as usual last night to regale me with the gist of the day. She says I am her conscience but I wonder because she takes my advice only once a while. Jasmine is dark, pretty, about 5ft plus, good shape and infact with looks to die for.
If she had been a bit taller…She could be Miss Universe! I really don’t know Jasmine’s problem. I wont say she’s promiscuous neither would I call her an Angel. According to her she doesn’t know how she got into her lifestyle. She did not plan it she says. Instead she says men should be held responsible.
Jasmine came from a regular home; good education, good job in fact one could even say she’s intellectual but Jasmine has not been fortunate with men. Yesterday night was no different from her usual stories of sex, parties and catching her fun as she puts it. You are sure to find Jasmine anywhere there’s fun in Lagos. She loves to party and have a good time.
Jasmine is a partner in a firm and doing quite well if I might add. Making loads of cash she usually refers to as “moderate bucks”. That is debatable though.
Anyway, sometime last week she traveled to Abuja with her partner (Marcus) for a conference. The truth is, Jaz as I call her has a thing for her partner but he didn’t know that. In Abuja Jaz made sure her room was next to his. Jaz deceived me into going shopping with her prior to her trip, with some mumble jumbo thing about buying something for our friend Lyn in Abuja.
After picking a beautiful designer perfume for Lyn, she bought a sexy negligee and a bottle of champagne. I asked her what she was up to and she gave me that wide eyed innocent look she always gives when she’s on the prowl, I said; Jaz, what are you up to now?
She said ‘nothing’ with that South American drawl in her voice. I knew she was up to something but for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what. I had problems of my own so digging out information from Jaz, about her private life was the least of my problems. I knew she was going to tell me later anyway, but only when she is good and ready.
So that brings me to my present tale of Jasmines escapade or I should say sexcapades. Imagine Jaz seducing her partner! The worst part about this is that April, Marcus wife is her friend. I still can’t believe she did what she did. Jasmine is playing with fire but then she likes to live on the edge and life is too short to have second thoughts, when an opportunity presents itself. ‘You live it only once’… those are her words not mine.
Wait a minute, there is someone at the door. Keep a date its hot, juicy and nonsensical, this gist is crazy! Oh…it’s Jaz. What is wrong with men? She asks as she walks in. “I mean…don’t I have nice boobs?” She walks to the mirror and checks out her boobs and backside (which is in a class of its own) ‘of cos your boobs are sizeable not too small and not too big, why the question’ I inquired.
Well on the way to your house, I stopped to get us some ice cream so our gist would flow. In the super market this guy was checking me out from the back? “Jaz…Jaz, how did you know he was checking you out?” I said.
The supermarket is one of those with mirrors all round, dummy! Now stop interrupting me’, she says. ‘Anyway as I was saying…as soon as I turned around and he saw my front view, he scurried off like a rat with its tail between its legs’.
So? I interjected. ‘You are asking me so?’ “Look Jaz he may be a breast guy?. Breast guy? What is that? Honestly Tobs, I swear you invent your own vocabs. ‘Maybe he prefers big boobs’.
‘What about mine, are they small? No they are sizeable and personally I think they are great, not too small, not too big, just perfect?
“Hmnnn” she scoffs; “guys are dying for these babies here”. ‘It’s his loss’ she says, holding her boobs and offering them to me. ‘No thanks Jaz! I am no Les, I prefer men…’ I said.
She throws a pillow at me and we start a pillow fight. That is what I like about Jaz, she’s never down for long. You can’t be unhappy around her, never a dull moment.
“Well...sit down Tobs” she says. “My trip was ‘fantastically fantabulous” (and she says I have my own vocabs?...I wonder what that is).
Oh you won’t believe what happened in Abuja! Well keep a date, I’ll keep you posted.
Tobs.
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Jaz’s Love Tips - 7 Simple Tips To Boost Your Sex Life.
There comes a time in every relationship and or marriage when the subject of sex becomes taboo. The reason can be as varied as the number of excuses. The end result is always the same... less or even worse, no sex! Here are 7 really simple tips on how you can help to turn your sex life around, for yourself and your partner.
1) Move the children’s bedroom away from yours. How many times have you heard the wife say... "not now, the kids will hear". It’s always best for the children’s rooms to be in another part of the house. At the least far enough away, so that they don't share a common wall with the parent's bedroom. Remember the old saying... the walls have ears!
2) Install a dimmer switch in the master bedroom, so you can turn down the lights a bit. A lot of couples stop having sex simply because they are overweight or concerned about their appearance so they don’t want to be seen in a bright light. So all you have to do is turn down the lights and turn up the romantic music. How easy is that?
3) If you want to be even more romantic, forget the dimmer switch and buy some scented candles. Even better!
4) Get the pet dog and cat off the bed and out of the bedroom. Sweaty naked bodies and animal hair do not make for a sexy evening in bed.
5) Start closing the bedroom door when you go to bed. Apart from the privacy factor, it also stops everyone else in the house from knowing that you are about to have sex. How many times have you heard your partner say... "don’t shut the door, everyone (the kids) will think we are doing something.!!!" And make sure that the children are taught to knock on your bedroom door before they enter.
6) If it’s ok with you, get some XXX videos for when you are in the mood... they are an excellent way of helping things along. But make sure you hide them when they are not being used, so the kids don't find them.
7) Start jumping into bed at night in just your birthday suite (naked), at the very most wear a pair of knickers. Remember when you first met your partner, bet pajamas were not even a part of your wardrobe in those days. So now its time to get naked and have some fun. The best part about these 7 simple tips is that they are easy to do... AND THEY WORK!!!
1) Move the children’s bedroom away from yours. How many times have you heard the wife say... "not now, the kids will hear". It’s always best for the children’s rooms to be in another part of the house. At the least far enough away, so that they don't share a common wall with the parent's bedroom. Remember the old saying... the walls have ears!
2) Install a dimmer switch in the master bedroom, so you can turn down the lights a bit. A lot of couples stop having sex simply because they are overweight or concerned about their appearance so they don’t want to be seen in a bright light. So all you have to do is turn down the lights and turn up the romantic music. How easy is that?
3) If you want to be even more romantic, forget the dimmer switch and buy some scented candles. Even better!
4) Get the pet dog and cat off the bed and out of the bedroom. Sweaty naked bodies and animal hair do not make for a sexy evening in bed.
5) Start closing the bedroom door when you go to bed. Apart from the privacy factor, it also stops everyone else in the house from knowing that you are about to have sex. How many times have you heard your partner say... "don’t shut the door, everyone (the kids) will think we are doing something.!!!" And make sure that the children are taught to knock on your bedroom door before they enter.
6) If it’s ok with you, get some XXX videos for when you are in the mood... they are an excellent way of helping things along. But make sure you hide them when they are not being used, so the kids don't find them.
7) Start jumping into bed at night in just your birthday suite (naked), at the very most wear a pair of knickers. Remember when you first met your partner, bet pajamas were not even a part of your wardrobe in those days. So now its time to get naked and have some fun. The best part about these 7 simple tips is that they are easy to do... AND THEY WORK!!!
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Tobs
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