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A Mother's Plight

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LECTURES 43
Votes 9
Parties 3
Durée 11m

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The sufferings an average Nigerian mother goes through every blessed day to see to it that her family, more especially are children are doing fine is something that can never be over emphasised.
It's worse in some situations or most cases, when the father who's meant to be the man of the house is nothing to write home about.
This story is inspired partly by my own experiences as a son and what I've seen in some other families and then some other part, fictional.Tous Droits Réservés

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Hard Man , écrit par adetayo_first

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Visible Essence, écrit par chekasia

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Beautiful Ruins, écrit par seraphic_sophie

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Hard Man

Although no one knew it, Desire was struggling. It was highly unbelievable because as a top worker in one of Lagos' most exclusive and influential night clubs, she was making close to twenty thousand naira per night. All her other friends were living large, and building houses, so why couldn't she? Her father had died five years ago, leaving them drowning in a sea of debt. Her mother was sick, and couldn't do anything, so from an early age Desire had had to wear the mantle of responsibility. A twenty six million naira debt was on her neck, and for five years, Desire had consistently been paying it off; while simultaneously keeping a roof over her mother's head, and saving up money for school. Salvation came at last; but in form of the hardest, most handsome man she had ever laid eyes upon? General Babalola Halal. He was offering five million Naira for a whole month of exclusive sex. Pure, undiluted gratification. It was her job, and this offer was coming on a platter of gold. Even more tempting was the fact that it was the exact amount needed to be free of her father's debt. Completely. But he was hard, and demanding, and excruciatingly virile. Accepting this posed a risk far greater than millions. The stark reality of losing everything she stood for, and gaining nothing in return because a man like this never gave anything of himself. He was rich, five million Naira meant nothing to him. But she knew what she was getting into, she knew how addictive his touch was, and how hard it was to stay sane around him. Could she do this? Was losing her sanity a price she was willing to pay?