NancyBetine

Growing up, my bestie was a guy. There were two relationships that I have had reasons to explain severally to people because the society raises eyebrows at friendship between the opposite sex. The truth is, I find it easy relating with people with no drama, crazy thinking or emotional imbalance. So flow with whom ever you find what you need in a friendship with. I recently had a discussion with my husband and we argued about the possibility of a platonic relationship with the opposite sex. Now, I don’t know if it’s from a personal experience or from people around him but sited my friendship,  and as usual, difficult to believe. This prompted me to reach out to my ex-bestie and here is our chat, 1. How did we meet? Emmanuel   We met when I transferred to the same secondary school as you…I can’t remember exactly how we became friends Me Yes, when he transferred to my school, but I noticed you before then, your previous school was close to where I lived. Going home, I wondered wh...

  Today, I had to move around Lagos to see a friend. Well, it’s not really around Lagos, but a part of Lagos. Observing the ever bustling and hustling of people, I concluded that there is really something about this place called Lagos. Everyone is busy. There is always a movement and barely any stillness. You are either busy doing something meaningful to get you some bars or doing something silly to get you the same bars, and this is why we have the hawkers, the hooligans, the white collar job people, the pick pockets, the traders, the food vendors, bus drivers, road side vendor and what ever you can think of.   Looking around, I admired the movements and getting to the market area, I admired it more. I think I love that everyone is busy and moving. I remember serving in Jos, the acclaimed bubbling place in Plateau states and observed that by 8:00AM, everywhere would always remain calm. Shops locked, few people walking on the streets in a relaxed manner and that was very stran...

  Have you ever heard about the bad luck foot? How true is it? Toju and I clicked off as friends real fast. There were things about him that made it so easy to relate with his personality. The way he spoke about business, hustle, life and his ever readiness to assist were commendable especially with no attachment.  Our friendship  was fine until a Mercy pointed something I haven’t heard of in my life. She wanted to know how we became acquainted and where the friendship was heading. Girrrlll!!! Chill, he is just a friend and we enjoy discussing life. She began to thank God🤦‍♀️ and I thought she was happy because she was interested in him, only for her to state she is avoiding him because his left foot carries bad luck. A very confusing statement  because I had no clue of how Toju’s feet are as I had to reason to check them out or what bad luck foot looks like. Mercy gave me series of stories told from generations as she explained. She also told a story  of her f...

  Coming up with a title for this was really difficult. You can give it what comes to your mind after reading. 😉 If you don’t give me what I want, the video would go viral by 6:00PM, I looked at the message in my dm, fighting for control. I was about to go live on Instagram and this is happening. ‘It’s just a mischievous troll’, I whispered to calm my nerves, but I know I had done things my followers should never hear of. I prayed it should just be a click bait from an influencer or a link to a blog. I envisioned the hashtag on twitter, followed by mocking meme. No! I need to ascertain if the message was from a verified account. A click on the senders profile leaves me empty as her twitter profile and avatar was just a dark image of tear drop? I replied with a question emoji, hoping I was being teased, but no reply.  A need to experience something crazy made me attend the never tell club owned by a group I never knew existed until Kunle invited me. My actions once inside the ...

His name is Olarinwaju. I remember the first time I saw him. I had a feeling to start up a friendly conversation leaving my professional façade. No! Just do what is required of you and let him be, a small voice whispered. I watched him leave, with a longing to have gone with my first instinct. He looked clean but worn out, he smiled genuinely but it never reached his eyes. Three weeks later, he breezed in with a look alike guy. I smiled, hoping to strike up a conversation this time, no matter how bad it goes. I tried eavesdropping on his conversation with my colleague and boom, I heard ‘I was high’. This is it, my spirit had wanted me to get to this guy, I knew something was off when I first saw him. I looked up and he was smiling at me, maybe because my eyeballs were shooting out. I know people do drugs and get high, but he is so young. Somehow, we got talking and he was able to confidently talk of how he lost important devices and document because he was high. His look alike, was his...

  Aside your home, you have little or no control over people you share your very private space with (the rest room). Of course, the female toilet is meant to be visited by ladddiiiesss only, but some how we find the guys going there. You see, I don’t trust them and how they direct their stuff. Infection is real, so I go the extra mile in protecting myself. My go to for such emergencies are, my sanitizer and tissue paper.  Happy weekend 🤣

  There was something about him that day at the party. I felt attracted to his personality and Charisma. I knew I had to make the approach and we ended up leaving together in his sleek Mercedes-Benz Maybach Exelero. The traffic was crazy, giving us enough time to talk. We exchanged contact as I alighted, with a promise to meet the next day. It was easy to fall in love with him as he had the special qualities I looked out for. Arabian cute, reserved, smart, tall, rich and loved to spend on exquisite gifts. Tunde was every girls dream and we never had reasons to doubt what we felt for each other. I love intelligent men and he never failed to impress me with his logical analysis to critical matters, both in business and entertainment. I knew I had found the one. It was one year already. Tunde popped the question during one of our  vacations at South Island, New Zealand. My second with him. I was happy and answered yes before I even processed what he was talking about. I wasn’t go...