NewStats: 3,264,853 , 8,184,904 topics. Date: Thursday, 12 June 2025 at 03:22 PM 4w4g2h

Wow!

What a feat. Congratulations to her.

SWEET HOUR OF PRAYER

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
That calls me from a world of care,
And bids me at my Father’s throne
Make all my wants and wishes known.
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief,
And oft escaped the tempter’s snare,
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer!

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
The joys I feel, the bliss I share,
Of those whose anxious spirits burn
With strong desires for thy return!
With such I hasten to the place
Where God my Savior shows His face,
And gladly take my station there,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
Thy wings shall my petition bear
To Him whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless.
And since He bids me seek His face,
Believe His Word and trust His grace,
I’ll cast on Him my every care,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
May I thy consolation share,
Till, from Mount Pisgah’s lofty height,
I view my home and take my flight.
This robe of flesh I’ll drop, and rise
To seize the everlasting prize,
And shout, while ing through the air,
“Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!”

THERE SHALL BE SHOWERS OF BLESSINGS
There shall be showers of blessing:
This is the promise of love;
There shall be seasons refreshing,
Sent from the Savior above.
o Refrain:
Showers of blessing,
Showers of blessing we need:
Mercy-drops round us are falling,
But for the showers we plead.

2. There shall be showers of blessing,
Precious reviving again;
Over the hills and the valleys,
Sound of abundance of rain.

3. There shall be showers of blessing;
Send them upon us, O Lord;
Grant to us now a refreshing,
Come, and now honor Thy Word.

4. There shall be showers of blessing:
Oh, that today they might fall,
Now as to God we’re confessing,
Now as on Jesus we call!

5. There shall be showers of blessing,
If we but trust and obey;
There shall be seasons refreshing,
If we let God have His way.

We really need to learn from history.

Crime does not pay.

10thTenthMan:
Control yourself. Gentlemen.

Always control your self in these situations.

Don’t easily send your self to jail. You might end up in jail leaving her the opportunity do worse.

Why fight for a woman who consciously allowed another man conquer her mind and make her spread her thighs for him to come in? Don’t do that. Naaah. It isn’t worth it. If anything, it is the woman that should be dealt with. But even that is risky and not worth it.

You aren’t the king there anymore. Move on. Quietly drive home and get her out of your house and your life.

You are absolutely on point.

Stand up, stand up for Jesus,
Ye soldiers of the cross;
Lift high his royal banner,
It must not suffer loss.
From victory unto victory
His army shall he lead,
Till every foe is vanquished,
And Christ is Lord indeed.

Stand up, stand up for Jesus,
Stand in his strength alone;
The arm of flesh will fail you,
Ye dare not trust your own.
Put on the gospel armor,
Each piece put on with prayer;
Where duty calls or danger,
Be never wanting there.

Stand up, stand up for Jesus,
The strife will not be long;
This day the noise of battle,
The next the victor's song.
To those who vanquish evil
A crown of life shall be;
They with the King of Glory
Shall reign eternally.

GodPraise:
Awesome God, awesome God,

Mighty God, God.

Awesome God, awesome God

Mighty God, mighty God.

We give You praise, we give praise,

Mighty God.

You are highly lifted up, awesome God

You are highly lifted up, mighty God.

You are highly lifted up, awesome God,

You are highly lifted up, mighty God.

Itiskdg121:
Not true @op
https://www.healthline.com/health/masturbation-side-effects
https://www.healthline.com/health/masturbation-side-effects

I believe masurbation is unnecessary.

The federal government of Nigeria should know this.

It is a shame another country is the one telling us what to do.

CasNova:

Some time ago, I wrote on why I indulged in masturbation:

https://nairaland.macsoftware.info/7875678/why-continue-indulge-masturbation/7

I hereby wish to declare that I have stopped the act.

Since January 10th, 2024, yours sincerely have ceased to masturbate.

My desire is never to go back to the act. This, I am determined to do.

Thanks for reading.

Thank God for making the right decision. Congrats.
Do all you can never to go back to it.

Minute later, Queen returned.

"Is everything alright, Honey?" she asked.

I had decided not to spill the beans. "Everything is all right," I answered and kissed her.

"Come. Come to the kitchen to see what I bought."

When we got there, Kubrat was sorting them out. Kubrat did not behave strangely again and I decided not to ask her about it.

Sharon too did not try to seduce me again. She seemed to have come to term with the reality that I was the husband of her 'Big Aunty'. I knew tand being a responsible father to your children is not easy, but I would not stop trying to be one.

The fact that I continued to have blissful relationship with my wife was an important and a desirable factor. Yes, it was a new dawn between my wife and me.

My major challenges were coming from ladies. This was as temptations kept coming my way. By wilful power, I was able to overcome them. Besides, I had the bounding duty to be committed to Queen and never to give in to any other woman.

I must overcome all odds. I hoped the affair would continue to be so sweet. I would be a dotting husband to her. No matter the challenges or problems, I was determined to love Queen till death do us apart.

So, you want to leave the man?

That is not good.

How could a black lady say she's not attracted to black men, after being married to a black man?

Oluwa e tobi

E tobi o, e tobi,

Oluwa, e tobi, e tobi o,

E tobi,

Ko seni tale fi s'akawe re o

E tobi

Ko seni tale fi s'akawe re o,

E tobi

Oluwa.

Good news.

This is like cutting the nose to spite the face.

Sagas is on course.

It was quite thoughtless to suddenly remove the subsidy.

She saw me and slowly got to her feet.

"Are you okay?" I asked, not sure of her next move.

"Yes, sir. What happened to me?"

I could see that she was back to her normal self. "You slipped, fell down and fainted."

"Oh, I didn't know. I must have made mistake in slipping."

This was all so strange. It was like I had just been part of a bizzare drama.

"Are you sure you're alright, or do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

"Oh, no, no," she quickly answered.

"I'm alright, sir. Thank you, sir."

She went to the work she was doing. I ed the pepper soup, took it and returned to the bedroom. I kept thinking about Kubrat's episode.

Could she have faked the whole thing? I thought briefly before deciding that it was not faked. It was like a bad spirit possessing her a while.

Minute later, Queen returned.

"Is everything alright, Honey?" she asked.

I had decided not to spill the beans. "Everything is all right," I answered and kissed her.

The interior hardly looked better. To make matter worse, the place smelled of something Helen found unpleasant.

  The baba welcomed them with what looked like a sly grin.

  'You're welcome, my children.' His greeting was meant to make them feel at home, but Helen would not see anything homely about him or the place.

  'Thank you, baba.' Abi was deferential. 'I've brought my friend,' She pointed at the taciturn companion. 'She needs help. I've told her a lot about you. I believe you can help her.'

  The old man turned his attention to Helen. 'My daughter, you're in the right place. Tell me what the problem is.'

  Helen, in spite of her feelings must open up on her problem and on what had brought them to the place. She briefly told him how she lost two suitors within a short time and how the two had died some months to the fixed days of wedding. The last one happened some days ago and she had become very dispirited. That was when her friend mentioned baba and his prowess in handling such a situation.

  The old man nodded his head meaningfully.

  'You have come to the right place.' His smile revealed brown teeth. 'Let me consult the oracle.' He brought a traditional 'string', made some incantations and spread the 'string' on the floor. He stared at the ground for some moments and then repeated what he just did. Then he looked up to stare at them.

  'I can see that you've got a big problem here, but nothing is too difficult for my god to do.' He stared up the roof as if he was discerning some messages.

  'My daughter.' He turned to Helen and paused briefly. 'You have a spiritual husband who is very jealous. He's the one who does not allow you to have any earthly husband.'

  Helen stared at the old man. There was confusion in her countenance. 'It's like you didn't hear me well.' She made a solemn look. 'I've not yet married. We're just planning it and...'

  'I heard you well.' His interjection had some hints of impatience. ‘And I'm talking about spiritual husband. You're married in the spirit to a very powerful man.'

Helen opened her mouth but did not say anything.

  'Tell me. Don't you sometimes dream that a man was making love to you?' He stared hard at her.

  Abi and the man looked at her expectantly for her answer.

  Countless of times, she had had such dreams. She would wake up to them and subsequently throw them at the back of her mind. To her, they were inconsequential.

  Helen nodded. 'Yes, but it's just a dream.'

  The man shook his head almost triumphantly. 'No, it's not just a dream. That was your spirit husband in action. He's the one taking those men who desired to marry you away.'

I decided to obey the second part of my mind. After I finished wearing the cloth for her, she remained unconscious.

What else should I do? I could get Bashir to help me take her down to my car so that I would take her to the hospital.

Alternatively, I could wait for Queen to return before deciding the next line of action. In any case, I should get dressed. I went back to the bedroom, forgetting about the pepper soup I had come to take.

In the bedroom, I quckly wore a jeans tros and shirt, took some money, picked my car key and went back to the kitchen.

As soon as I got to the doorway, Kubrat sneezed slightly, opened her eyes and sat up.

"What ... what happened to me?"

I stopped, looking at her curiously.

She saw me and slowly got to her feet.

"Are you okay?" I asked, not sure of her next move.

"Yes, sir. What happened to me?"

I could see that she was back to her normal self. "You slipped, fell down and fainted."

"Oh, I didn't know. I must have made mistake in slipping."

This was all so strange. It was like I had just been part of a bizzare drama.

"Are you sure you're alright, or do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

"Oh, no, no," she quickly answered.

'Yes. You should be satisfied, shouldn't you? It's not food, is it?'

  Try as much as he did, he could not get her to do what he wanted.

  They talked about other matters. She could see that he was not pleased with her refusal, but he should try to live with that, she thought.

  When it was after one, she stood up to go. He forced a grin and accompanied her to her car.

  'Thanks for the warm reception. You treated me like a queen.' She gave him a peck.

  'You're welcome.'

  He waved at her and she drove off. She ed the main road and drove towards Maryland. She could have driven straight to Ipaja road, but she wanted to do a little shopping at the shopping complex in Maryland.

  It was the same complex he had met Emma. She bought the laundry items she wanted to buy and realized that her phone was not in her bag. She ed that she had put it on the armrest of the chair she sat on in his sitting-room. She paid for the items she bought and drove back to Emma's place.

  Instead of driving inside the house, she parked by the gate and got down from the car. The security man was surprised to see her again.

  'Sorry, I forgot my phone. I've come back to pick it.' She smiled apologetically.

  'Your phone?' The question came as if he had not heard her well.

  'Yes.'

  The man was a bit reluctant to open the gate.

  'Make I go get am for you.' He scratched his head and awaited her nod.

  'No, no.' Janet would not want to bother him. 'Let me do it myself. Besides, I want to tell him something.'

  She moved the gate aside herself and went inside. Without bothering to knock, she opened the sitting room door and stepped inside. The scene she saw shocked her.

  Right there on the three-seater, Emma was on top of a lady. They were half naked and he was smooching all over her.

  'What! What's going on? Emma, what are you doing?' Her eyes were wide in surprise.

  He paused in doing what he was doing but did not say a word. He was probably too surprised to say a thing.

  'And who's this? How dare you enter without knocking!' The lady that was with him was full of onition. She glared at Janet.

  Janet looked at Emma again but he remained mute. She had no business with the lady, so she decided to ignore her. Emma and the lady still remained as they were, without bothering to cover up their semi unclothedness. Shameless lot, Janet thought. She ed she had come there to pick something.

  'Sorry, I actually came to pick my phone. I forgot it.'

  The phone was still where she had left it. She picked it up and without any ado left them to their shame.

  She went back to her car and zoomed off. Oh God! Her mind was in disarray. How could Emma behave like this? How could he bring another lady into the house? Emma had terribly disappointed her. How long had he been doing that? She had left the house just about half an hour ago; and within that short time, he had brought another girl!

  Janet reflected over her past relationships. They all seemed not to last. In fact, that was an understatement: all her previous serious relationships did not last. The longest was four months. Why? The fault was never hers. This very one for example, was it her fault that she caught them in that lascivious position?

Before she met Emma, there was Niyi who had looked so smooth and promising. Janet had thought she would end up being his wife. A call to his number one evening shattered the idea. It was a lady that had picked his call.

  'Is that Janet?' The voice was cold, to say the least.

  'Yes, please. I'll like to speak with Niyi.'

  'I saw your number stored as ‘’Janet darling’’. Thank God you called.' Now, the tone was icy. 'I was planning to call you, but now that you've called, that’s good. I’ve heard a lot about you. Listen and listen well. I want you to stop prostituting yourself with my husband.'

  'Excuse me.' Janet wasn't sure she had heard correctly.

  'You heard me! I’ll say it again. Leave my husband alone, you husband snatcher. Ashewo! Slut! Useless woman...'

  She had gone on to use the kind of expletives Janet had never heard before. Janet had cut off the line, feeling terribly embarrassed and shocked.

  Somewhere in her mind, she had imagined that Niyi would call and tell her it was all a very big joke, or an error, or something. He never did. Two days later, when he eventually called her, he said he had called to say goodbye. Just like that!

Now, this latest incident was beginning to make her get worried. Why was she so unlucky with the men she had been encountering? Why were her lovers unfaithful men? Why was it that even when she was trying to show a lot of commitment to building a lasting relationship, the other partner never cared?

As she drove home in dejection. Janet had the conviction that something must be wrong somewhere.



Abi drove down the dusty road and parked the car under a big mango tree. The whole surrounding left no one in doubt that it was a sleepy, rural area.

Abi and Helen got down from the car. Helen looked around the place disapprovingly.

  'Are you sure we're in the right place?' Helen stared at Abi, hoping she would get an expected answer.

  'Of course, we are. Come on, let's go.' Abi was certain she had not made a mistake.

  Helen followed her friend. After careful consideration, Helen had decided to follow the advice of her dear friend. They had come to the see the man Abi said could give her spiritual help.

  They went to an old house which only claim to modernization was the rusty corrugated iron sheets. The interior hardly looked better. To make matter worse, the place smelled of something Helen found unpleasant.

Kubrat!" I called her. "Kubrat!"

She did not answer. I moved to her and I could see her breathing. She must have fainted. Oh Lord, what do I do now? I imagined if Queen or anybody should enter the kitchen that very moment.

Seeing me in boxers and Kubrat on the floor, her upper part clad only in bra would give the impression that I had just sexually exploited her or was about to do so.

Who would believe that she was the one that made the seductive move? Gosh, I must do something.

Maybe I should wear the t-shirt back on her. I got the t-shirt, crouched by her side, put her in a sitting position, used my leg to wedge her at the back, and started to wear the shirt on her.

Why don't you take her? Part of my mind said.

What?

I was alarmed.

You have free access now, go ahead. You're holding her in your hand, why don't you give her what she wants? But another part of my mind said no! no!

I decided to obey the second part of my mind. After I finished wearing the cloth for her, she remained unconscious.