Adonis- Mayor kings

Name: Mayowa Ilesanmi
Dob: Oct 24
zodiac: Scorpio
State of origin: Ekiti

The first time I laid eyes on him, I thought to myself that he was super hawt and cute. When his eyes met mine, he said, “Hey, you are really cute.” Then, with his eyes still fixed on me, he addressed the room in his deep, sexy voice, asking, “Hey isn't she cute?" I remember feeling embarrassed at first, but then my embarrassment turned into pleasure. You know that feeling you get when a hot dude compliments you? Lol! Well, you can't blame a sister for getting all giddy after being noticed and complimented by Adonis. Yes, that was my opinion of him. He had the looks to melt any girl’s heart, a body to die for and confidence to go with it.

 I later learned that Adonis was really Mayowa Ilesanmi, a guy in my department. Fondly called Mayor Kings, Mayowa is charismatic and commands respect. When he walks into a room, everyone stares and when he speaks, people listen. A lot of peeps mistake his confidence for pride. Some look at his well sculptured body and think he must be on steroids. However, I know it is the result of his hard work. Oh yeah, I know this because Mayor Kings and I ended up being very good friends.

His favourite quote is, “Work is victory". This has been his guiding principle and it has helped earn him not only his much envied body, but also, modelling gigs. With works for Fayrouz, Nigerian Breweries Bronchure, Drake Clothings, Lucozade Boost, Airtel, Mcdowells No 1 Whiskey, Miguel Torres "Gran Coronas" Spanish red wine.

Mayowa is indeed victorious

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So peeps, work hard to achieve whatever your hearts desire, and I promise you that victory is certain.

Talents and Aspirations

While searching for files to delete on my phone, I stumbled upon a video an ex colleague sent to me. This video is indeed very lovely and I could watch it over and over again. I wish I knew where she got the video   from, so that I could paste the link here

Watching this video, I realized how talented most of us are. There's a talent in every human being. We only need to explore within ourselves and find out what ours is. Once we realize what ours is, we should then strive towards nurturing it and pushing ourselves further. This young man who could paint, pushed himself further by painting upside down and accomplishing the task within a certain time frame.

I've found my passion and talent. Have you found yours?

Mary's diary (Part 2)

I couldn’t believe my eyes. James didn’t strike me as a liar let alone a thief and a killer. I stared at the picture hoping to find something,  anything at all that would prove James' innocence and then I noticed a scar on his right hand as he pointed the gun at my father.

 James had a big scar on his right hand. A scar that couldn’t go unnoticed. I remember asking him how he got the scar and he said he had tried separating two guys from fighting while he was in secondary school and got himself stabbed in the process. I was now convinced that it was indeed James who had murdered my family. I tried calling the police but on a second thought I disconnected the call. The police are not reliable I thought to myself. They could sweep everything under the carpet or could even grant him bail. I knew I had to avenge my parents’ death. It was going to be blood for blood.

 I wanted to go straight to his house and strangle him but I knew that a well-planned murder would be  better. I went online to find out the best way to commit murder without being caught. Some articles were indeed ridiculous. I couldn't stop myself from laughing. Obviously some people think murder is a child's play.

 Few minutes later my phone rang; it was James, he called to find out if I got home safely. After he said goodnight, I realized that though I wanted vengeance but deep down I loved him dearly.

  

     The next day was Saturday so I decided to pay him a visit. I only wanted him to believe everything was alright between us, well at least that was what I told myself. A part of me wanted to see him because I missed him so much. I'd grown to love James. My body yearned to be with him every second. He was indeed the best thing that happened to me. I got to his house at about 3pm but he wasn’t in. I tried reaching him on the phone but it was switched off. Could he have found out that I knew who he was? Nah, there was no way he could have known. I went home feeling very sad. I waited for his call patiently throughout that day but it never came. I went to bed without speaking to him. This was indeed strange for James’s voice used to be the first and the last thing I hear before going to bed.

       It was now 10 a.m on Sunday and I hadn’t heard from him so I decided to pay him a visit.

I rang the doorbell thrice yet there was no answer. so I turned to go and then the door opened. “Would call u back sweetheart” I heard him say to someone on the phone and then he turned to me “hello how may I help u?” James was indeed crazy I thought to myself he was not only a thief and a murderer but a psychopath with multiple personality disorder. First he addresses someone as his sweetheart in my presence and now he’s pretending to not know me. “ na Femi be that?” I heard someone behind him ask “no na one babe” and then the door opened a little wider. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Right in front of me were two people that looked alike. I couldn’t even tell which one was James. It was obvious that they were identical twins

Mary's diary (Part 1)

I was only sixteen years old when i became an orphan. I had just gotten home from boarding school and wanted to surprise my parents so i crept through the back door. Just then i heard my dad say " i don't know what you are talking about". Two shots sent my mum and my kid brother down. "where is the money?" the same voice said and this time around dad pleaded saying he didn't have any money with him. I stood there horrified and tried reaching the police but the call wouldn't just connect. As a kid i loved watching crime series. Thanks to my brother who introduced me to it. My favourite was "Matlock" and i remembered watching an episode where a kid watched his whole family killed. He hid in his wardrobe and took pictures of the murderer. These pictures were used in convicting the murderer so i also took my phone and took pictures of this man and his gang. Dad's death wasn't as quick as mum and my brother. He was butchered bit by bit until there was no piece left. i gave the police the pictures i took and they promised to use all the resources they had to get the gang

Few days later i noticed a black suitcase stashed under my bed, in it contained a lot of money. "This must be the money they were asking dad about" i thought to myself. I wonder why he didn't give them. with this money i took care of my bills since i had no family to turn to. Thank goodness this wasn't America, else i would have been taken to a foster home.

Months passed and yet no one came for the money neither was an arrest made. I didn't hear from the police. It was like nothing happened. No one cared to find out how well I was handling my family's death, no one cared to know how I fed, no one cared at all. It's indeed a cruel life. Several times I tried to take my life but I just couldn't do it. I knew I had to face the truth; I was never going to see my family again and those murderer's were never going to be arrested

Life as an undergraduate wasn't easy, i was now in my 300 level and had ran out of cash. exam was in four days and i still hadn't paid my fees. The only option i had was to follow Kemi to the party. she had promised to introduce me to chief who was going to give me money as long as i made him happy. Chief wasn't what i expected. He was on old man with a pot belly. He was also ugly. He promised giving me sixty thousand Naira which was more than enough because i needed only forty five thousand Naira to pay my fees but was it enough to lose my virginity?

I couldn’t imagine hugging chief let alone sleeping with him or losing my womanhood for just sixty thousand Naira. I was still deliberating on what to do when I noticed I was crying. I needed to be alone so I went outside. Just then I heard a voice from behind "Hey why are u crying? “I turned around to face a tall dark handsome guy. He had the face of a god. I told him I was in need of money and told him why I had come to the party. I was surprised at myself because I wasn’t the type who talked or chatted with strangers. The only thing he said was “follow me” I wondered where he wanted to take me to but I’d rather be with James as I later found out his name was than to be with chief. I followed James and when we got to an ATM, he withdrew sixty thousand Naira and gave it to me.

That was the beginning of our love affair. James was a man every girl would pray for. He was caring and honest. While we dated, he promised to give me a gift if I graduated with a first class or a second class upper. As soon as I was given my notification of result, I called him to tell him I had graduated with a second class upper. He was so thrilled and asked me to see him the next day. I’d never forget the look in his eyes as he presented the keys to the car he had bought for me and on one knee he knelt and asked me to marry him.

I got home that night feeling fulfilled. I had lost my whole family while I was still in secondary school and here I was a graduate. For several years, I never had the courage to look at the envelope that contained the pictures of those murderers. Each time I looked at the envelope, I felt so much rage because they were walking free while my parents were in the grave. Suddenly I felt the urge to see the faces of the people who wouldn’t let my family witness my wedding day... a woman's happiest day. As I opened the envelope I couldn’t help myself from shivering. Right in my hand was James’s picture

A birthday gift from Emem Etuk aka Cando

My birthday was exactly a week ago and my amiable colleague made me a video

Coming soon...Mary's diary

I've been writing stories and poems for several years. One of my favourite is "Mary's Diary" It was supposed to be in three parts but I stopped at the second part.
I can remember that day vividly even though it happened some years ago. I posted the story on facebook and waited patiently for people's comment. I was amazed I must say at the comments I received. Even my friends who were great critics had nothing to criticize about.
.... And then I received a message from a girl who said she loved the story. She hadn't left a comment but instead decided to send me a message directly. She told me she had copied the story and posted too.
I was angry, very angry and ofcourse I told her how wrong it was to steal people's work. This was plagiarism!!!!. I found out we both had a mutual friend so she was able to see my Note when my friend commented on it.
The most annoying part was that we both bear the same name and so that work could pass as hers since it's titled "Mary's diary". This was a girl I didn't even know. Well if she had stolen both the first and second part of my work I wasn't going to give her the joy of stealing the third and concluding part so I never wrote the third part.

Well..it happened several years ago, so now I'm ready to write the concluding story.

Ride with me

Writing could b fun yet very tasking. One has to be mentally and emotionally stable inorder to get an amazing piece.

When I started this blog, the whole idea was to write and post new stories at least once a week, but I just stumbled on some of the stories I wrote some years back. Jeez I missed those years when there were no boyfriends, no heart breaks, no boss, absolutely nothing to worry about.

I was always in a clear state of mind, So writing was a lil much easier. Try writing a happy ending story with a broken heart and then you'd understand. Try writing a poem celebrating the birth of a new born when u just lost a loved one.

I've decided to post some of these stories. I hope you enjoy every bit. *muah*

About me

My name is Mary Ezenweani, Some of my friends call me Mayree while the others call me Dainty.
I've a crush on Christiano Ronaldo and Ian Somerhalder
I love listening to Faze sing. His voice has a way of penetrating deep into my soul. I also love listening to Frank Edwards, he has a way of bringing the listener close to God. I love R kelly too..to me he's a living legend

When I'm not listening to music, I read or sleep..lol yea I love sleeping.
Sleep is one of the best thing God created. My favourite author is Agatha Christie..I hope to be like her someday