Love Doctor
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Love Doctor
@PeterSuenos
❤️ Love Doctor Helping hearts heal, connect & grow. Relationship tips | Dating advice | Real talk about love DM for advice & collaborations.
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Just say “Hello” and gain 970 mutuals here.
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Once you and your partner starts bathing together, there’s no going back in the relationship.
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"Sharia laws will stop prostitution"
Let Sharia law stop banditry first, I will rather we keep having prostitute than keep experiencing terrorism
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Leemao. This babe has zero sex appeal.
OLAMIDE 🌸💖@Olamide0fficial
Ayra Starr looking hot in new pictures 😍🤍
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A TRUE LIFE STORY
I met this guy during one heavy rainfall in Lagos.
You know that kind of rain that floods everywhere and everybody inside the café is just angry and wet? That was the day I met Malik.
Fine boy. Calm voice. Expensive watch. The kind of man that looks like trouble but your heart will still somehow beat faster around him.
He sat opposite me like we already knew each other.
“You’ve been looking at me since,” he said.
I laughed. “Relax. I was looking at your jacket.”
He smiled. That dangerous kind of smile.
From there, everything moved fast.
Dates. Late night drives. Random cash gifts. Weekend trips. Soft life.
But one thing about Malik — nobody really knew what he did.
If you asked him, he’d just say, “I’m into logistics.”
Everybody in Nigeria knows “logistics” can mean literally anything.
Still, I ignored the signs because I liked him. Maybe too much.
Until one night.
He was in the shower and his second phone kept buzzing. I know I shouldn’t have checked, but curiosity is what kills people sometimes.
The message I saw changed everything.
“Target has been cleared. No evidence left.”
My stomach dropped instantly.
Before I could even process it, another message entered:
“What about the girl who was there?”
I swear my hands started shaking.
That was when Malik walked out of the bathroom and caught me holding the phone.
The way his face changed ehn… I can’t even explain it.
No shouting. No panic.
Just silence.
Then he asked softly, “How much did you read?”
At that moment, I knew this wasn’t ordinary yahoo or street runs. This was something darker.
I asked him straight, “Who are you?”
He sat down slowly and said, “Ada, some things are safer when you don’t know them.”
That sentence alone nearly made me cry.
I wanted to leave immediately, but fear held me down. Because the scary thing wasn’t even that he was dangerous.
It was that he still treated me gently.
He’d cook for me. Rub my feet. Send “have you eaten?” texts. Stay on video call till I slept.
Imagine being loved properly by somebody you’re also scared of.
That thing can confuse your entire brain.
I tried leaving him twice.
The second time, one black jeep followed me from work to my house. Nobody came down, but they parked there for almost one hour.
The next morning Malik texted me:
“Stop stressing yourself and come home.”
That was when I realized I was already too deep inside the relationship.
Then one early morning around 4AM, everything scattered.
I woke up to loud banging and shouting.
“POLICE! OPEN THE DOOR!”
Malik jumped out of bed immediately. I had never seen fear on his face before that day.
He threw one bag at me with cash and a passport inside.
“Use the back stairs,” he said.
I started crying. “What about you?”
He looked at me for like two seconds and said quietly,
“If I follow you now, both of us won’t escape.”
Gunshots started downstairs.
My legs were literally shaking.
Before I left, I asked him one last question.
“Did you ever actually love me?”
He looked hurt that I even asked.
Then he said,
“With everything I had.”
That was the last time I ever saw Malik.
Till today, nobody knows if he died, escaped, or changed identity.
But every year when that rainy season starts again, I still think about him sometimes.
And honestly?
That’s the scariest part.
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Which secondary school did you attend?
I’ll start:
Command Secondary School, Abakaliki.
Drop yours below and tell us one thing you’ll never forget about your school days.
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