Friday, 24 November 2017

My Wife a stripper- see What We Are Going Through In our 8 years of Marriage

My name is Paul Mathew. I work in a telecommunication company.My working schedule is always tight and in most cases I get so tired and   stressed. I believe so much in God. I acknowledge him as the most high. A brief story on how I got a job at the telecommunication company; I came from a  polygamous home, My father had left us when i was in a tender age, I have two siblings,we all lived with my mother at Coker street in Orile,Lagos.Mum sells vegetables. As a young guy, after secondary school, I needed money to get into the university and my mum didn't afford much.so,i started hawking,selling pure water in traffic along Agbooju, Alaba Road, I could save quite some amount of money.At a point, I decided to switch into something else, then,a brother on my street bought a new bus popularly called Danfo,I was working with him as a conductor.
                            
That brought in more money so, I processed my admission and i got into Yabatech, in the first year, I was still working as a conductor, After a while, I got hooked up with some friends in school who linked me to a big restaurant in school, I was working as an attendant,that was preferably because I didn't need to buy food or transport myself to work or school. I lived in the room provided for staffs
of the restaurant right there in the school. I struggled, added some other business to it like selling books and other writing materials in my department.

On the long run, I graduated and went For service. Life was kind of sweet there, we went clubbing and flexing. As a guy,we met a lot of babes some hijab ninja sister(eleha-muslim  babes)who i thought were decent but they proved me wrong in fact they were more indecent than the normal babes. They just hide under their long garment to deceive people. After service,through the help of God I got a direct job at the telecommunication company where i work now.
Things were rosy and very decent than the lives i lived while i grow up. On weekends,especially Fridays, I have a club where I usually go to relax, (Just take wine and I'm off).There is a lady there, mehn, this girl can smoke and drink for Africa, she is so pretty and got good,loving shape. she dances in the club, not strip but just flex with some guys there.What caught my attention was on her birthday,the party was elaborate ,enough smoking and drinking. I don't smoke but I drink and I don't drink as much as she does. One thing led to the other,we got talking one day after work on Friday, I was there (at the club)with friends, so, I was looking round for this babe just to be in her company but I didn't see her, I was disappointed but I thought to myself that i was going to check her the next day which is Saturday. I really don't know why I suddenly wanted to see her but I was disturbed. Fortunately when I got to the club the next day we bombed into each other at the entrance, she greeted shabbily and wanted to leave so I called her attention that I came to see her, she was like" see me for wetin"? I acted like the gentle man i was, I begged her to grant me few minutes and that I checked on her yesterday but didn't see her, without shame;she said"I go fuck ni jare". I was shocked,what????

I stuttered,ehm i-i-i-i, I was lost for words.she asked" wetin you wan see me for"? I summoned courage, I remember the area i grew up from (Orile), so i acted like a street guy too,so, I sat her down, then asked for her name,she said Favor and she's from Ebonyi state. Initially I didn't know exactly what i wanted to see her for, but as we got talking, the inspiration came and I told her babe shey if I beg u for something you go fit do am for me? she said i should go ahead, at that time she was calm and patient,before I asked what I wanted,I asked what her job at the club was, she said she only come around to while away time,she said she's a dancer and not a whore or stripper. I sighed! she continued that she just love being  around her friends.so, I asked "Please what if I ask you to quite quit smoking and drinking a little"? she looked at me with amazement and smiled afterwards, she said I sounded responsible, she said she's been trying to quit too but it was difficult for her and as for drinking, she said she's already reducing it.

Really, this girl is a respectful person, I observed how she relate with people, I could see beyond her bad side which was drinking and smoking and her rare character. I thought to myself, if she said she went to have sex with a guy,was that a big deal? After all if she didn't tell me, I wouldn't know, I could only assume. she made me understand that she likes sex a lot but not with different men. she was a single mother and her parents were very religious, I mean a responsible and God believing people. Her child stays with them, I wondered how she was different, I got to know she allowed herself to be influenced wrongly. I promised to marry her, she was shocked, she thought I was deceiving her. she couldn't believe that I could be real knowing that I've seen her do all sort of crazy things in the club. I just smiled and begged her to retrace her steps, that's all. To my amazement,she stopped smoking,she drinks but a little. she receded herself from the midst of her friends.

I am not bluffing or tying to hype her but she really changed beyond what I expected. That was how I met my wife.We are married for 8 years now with two beautiful kids(a boy and a girl). After I met her, I moved from a rented apartment to my house. Everything is going on fine, there are short coming,Yeah! but we treated them with mutual understanding and love. I can't think of anything less than loving my wife and kids and making them happy. My friends that were against it at first are surprise at the outcome of it. This can only be achieved with the help of God. God lives in every soul. God is capable of doing the Impossible.Please,readers,allow God to work in your life. Don't dictate for him. Let him direct you. Don't criticize anybody. Only God can judge human because we all are not perfect.

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