The Authorpreneur

"Fight for your marriage..." The greatest con ever! Marriage is not a boxing ring Wedding ring isn't boxing gloves 🥊 You don't have to fight for your marriage. If you have to fight for your marriage Then you are in the wrong ring. Marriage isn't meant to be endured but enjoyed If you aren't enjoying your marriage If you can't even remember why you got married Why you screamed and laughed like a hynea when he proposed If your regrets are more than your blessings And your nightmare more than your sweetdreams It's time to reevaluate and change corner If he makes your eyes wetter than your vagina You are in the wrong ring Stop accepting minimum wage as premium quality Do better before you say "I do!" It's 2020, the beginning of a new decade...have sense. Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne

Every disappointment is a blessing to the hustler It began with a side remark or a taunting statement. Hmmm, we go rich too o. We go get boyfriend wey get money too o. "Or we go snatch am..." They will giggle. "One day God go bless us like some people o, even if we no deserve am." My neighbors will taunt. Dragging the words like a drunk. Their words dropping flat like a child running and falling on slippery tiles. They weren't even hiding the sarcasm and envy. The devilish witches and gossips. Sometimes it was so obvious, without even looking I could feel their hot eyes and sneer on my back. Ngozi, Adesua and Tola. But what did I even do? I simply went to ShopRite and got bread and beverages. Also my boyfriend used Ocar to take me to Domino's pizza where we bought pizza, everything not even up to #5,000. Yet I live in the same self contain house with this single mothers and married women. Ngozi was the only single one, ...

Delilah's Curve Genesis Today I watched him from my bedroom window, long arms, strong legs, a smile that brought warmth to my soul, running with the grace of a God while my eyes ran all over his manly features, a real man in a boy's body. He was playing with his friends, oblivious to the eyes stalking and following his every movement with laser sharp gaze. I was even scared to blink, for fear of missing a second of the God I had come to start worshipping with my lust ever since I saw him naked, stark naked in the pool at night when everyone had gone to bed and I couldn't sleep. There he was, with an erection so hard he could break an egg with it. It was one of those nights my husband, Pascal, was nowhere to be found, I called and as usual he was out clubbing with his friends and lover, leaving me all alone to watch Telemundo and Zee world then off to bed, wet, creamy, dripping and lonely. I decided to go take a swim in the pool and kill the insatiable urg...

They asked me if I've ever seen a star before Not the ones that sing on TV or acts in movies But the one that shoots through the cosmic and sits on the constellation Lighting the night and dark clouds with sparks and illumination Yes I said, I have been to the stars and I have pictures. Prove it they cried. So I brought out an old photo of you and I. Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne

I never believed in miracles. Then I met you.

Relationships are businesses! Plain and simple!!! To have a mature and productive relationship you can understand, you need to have a sound business mind. Else...your relationship is damned from the get-go. If you don't understand your relationship, you are being cheated already. Just like businesses, a relationship sole goal is conversion. Most ladies want to convert their boyfriend's to husbands. Some guys want to convert the woman they love to wife. Other girls just want to convert the pot belly, rich looking zaddy to sugar daddy. The handsome stranger wants to convert the beautiful damsel to fuck mate. The call girl wants to convert the guy that loves patronizing call girls to customer. Yahoo boys want to convert the oyibo to maga. Everybody wants something that caters to their interest. Sexual or financial! In the end, either it's sex, money, both or companionship. We are all in the business of conversion, one way or the other So whe...

At the bus-stop she stood majestically, under the stars as the moonlight and traffic light fought for her attention. Eyes the color of emerald, able to freeze a man's heart and pause even giants strides. More powerful than Medusa's gaze, hers breathed life. You can't lie to those eyes, they speak louder than truth. Brown hair on brown skin, perfect blend of passion and lust, I can already imagine pulling those silk like strands singing down her back as I push harder into her, skin to skin, dancing to the rhythm and melody of her long brown braid sitting at the tip of her bottom. My eyes travel up and down her long narrow bare legs, spread wide as she takes a stance at Iife, daring all to come and conquer while I stare from the safety of my car. Hips, sweet, curvy and smooth like ancient pottery. I imagine my hands on the smoothness and softness of those well rounded depth, the size my hardness and bulge aspires to and can't reach yet. Sweet Jesus, she has ...