Chronicle Of Blog Visitor Narratives.

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NARRATIVE NUMBER ONE
CRUSHING ON YOUR CO-WORKER

Aunty stella, let me go straight to the point of my story. 

There is this colleague of mine that I like soo much, intelligent, God fearing and focused. We have been friends for over 2 years now and I haven’t known any girl with him. I am certain he likes me*he has told me to my face before*. He is such a shy guy which can be very annoying.  There are soo many times he has made passes indirectly, like kissing me at the back of my palm, complimenting my outfit/my stature. 

There was a time we got chatting on BBM so I asked who his girlfriend is, he said, me *he mentioned my name*, I was like *me ke*, when did you ask me out. He now smiled and was like I was just not observant, and that when he gets a clearer picture he will tell me who the person is and stylishly changed the topic.

My questions are… am I being jumpy, or am just wishing he ask me out.  I feel if a guy wants a lady he will go for her and not waste time at all, which one is when he has a clearer picture. Please I need advice from guys in the house, do you guys take your time before you decide if you want to ask a lady out? How do I make him come out? 

I do not understand this slow motion abeg. I am soo head over heels for him. Cussing is allowed for those who had never wished someone ask them out before. lolz

Hmmm being heads over heels abi heels over heads is allowed but honey,dating a colleague is like buying a dane gun and waiting to blow your ass off when you still need it.

If anything goes wrong you get to see him everyday in a poisoned atmosphere.carry your itchy ''meow'' somewhere else and forget dating him....

No pun inteneded at ''itchy meow'' ..LOL

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NARRATIVE NUMBER TWO

OVERCOMING KLPETOMANIA – A TRUE LIFE STORY

Kleptomania is the inability to refrain from the urge to steal items and is done for reasons other than personal use or financial gain.

This is more of a spiritual than mental disorder for me. I grew up in an okay family. Dad and mum weren’t exactly the richest out there, but they provided us with everything we truly needed. Good education, fine clothes, a strict catholic up bring. 

I like to see myself as the ‘black sheep’. As the only one not allowed to go to boarding school, I spent my after lesson hours playing in neighbor’s house. The first time I ever took something that didn’t belong to me was when I was 7years. I was in that particular neighbor’s house and the crispy Ten and Five Naira notes suddenly became irresistible. After a good lunch, I stole and kept in my pockets. 

Not that I didn’t realize I would get caught, because I was in the house alone with my neighbor’s then six year old daughter, whom of course her mum trusted.

I went home feeling rich, until my neighbor showed up at mine I was summoned by my mum to return it and apologize and promise never to repeat the act. 

This went on for years, I started to steal from my mum’s shop, friends, aunties, siblings. The list is long and endless. Truth is, in my heart of hearts, I feel like the only people I didn’t steal from in my PAST, I didn’t love them.

I say PAST, because by God’s Grace, I have overcome this nasty habit.

Everyone I came in contact with lost something. (Financial or material). Please note that this wasn’t because I lack / lacked. 

This habit just grew too hard on me. Along the line, I lost my moral values and forgot about God.

Every time I see something I fancy, i take, I hide. Then when I notice the owner is looking for it, I start to feel guilty. I move on, then the cycle continues. 

Years after years, I became a pro! My heart hardened. I didn’t care what people thought, I didn’t know God that much, and so it was easy to forgive myself,

I write this because, now I am grown and I learnt the hard way. I stole from a friend, I lost her friendship, which is usually the immediate after effect. 

But this was the turning point for me. The other people took a simple apology and moved on, maybe believing I would change or just not getting concerned with my life. I forgave myself almost immediately, picked up my pieces and continued.

Apparently, she went about asking my other ‘friends’ if I had ever stolen from them before, they affirmed, then also showed my pictures and narrated my embarrassing habit to all that know me and cared to know.

I kept getting calls from friends, exes, potential boyfriends, secondary school friends etc… I kept apologizing to everyone who is / was affiliated to me forever bringing my mess to their faces.

I remembered when my mum used to say ‘olojukokoro, cut your coat according to your cloth etc.’ I really don’t know when it got out of hand.

Some may think I’m ungrateful, some may think I deserve to die. But I am happy at my turn around. I learnt the hard way because it took me losing all that I previously had (integrity, some true friends, trust, money etc.) to realize that I needed to get rid of this nasty habit.

This happened in November, still quite fresh, but my turn around was during the cross over service. I told God to help me. I dared him to give me my dream job while I dropped the habit.

He has indeed been faithful. I started work in January.

The urge comes, trust me. I maintained a spiritual journal where I penned down whenever the urge came and I resisted. I pray to God daily. Psalm 51 is my daily recitation.

I distract myself too, I think of how I always wanted a BRIGHT future for my kids/ I still do.

I don’t have a boyfriend, I think of how he may know my past and run away!! The world is too small. Even if he would find out, at least, it would be from me. I really don’t want to jeopardize that so I HAD TO STOP.

When I remember my past, and the people that were a part of that past, the victims of my bad habit, the outcome, I resist the urge more.

I sincerely apologize to everyone I have hurt, either by stealing from them, or by just knowing I steal. Like a broken glass, the scars would still be there.

The memories hurt, they won’t go anytime soon. But time heals all, His Grace is sufficient for me.

That was my PAST. I am so excited for what God has in store for my future.

To the person that brought about this CHANGE, can you please stop calling more people to tell them about me and my past? My siblings, my friends that didn’t know and my family members? This cross is HEAVY and STALE.

Just in case there are people going through this, please STOP. Don’t learn the hard way.

Wow I am so happy for you and you really need to stay strong because this habit is not so easy to break...I pray God continues to give you the grace you need to fight off this monster.

To the ex BFF making calls all over to disgrace her,abeg you e don do...God has used you to play a role in her life,please move on..who knows what your cupboard of skeletons harbour?
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