Kingdavid C. Ofunne

My neighbour’s 7 year old daughter comes to my house almost every weekend to finish my snacks but I enjoy the company Once she comes, she commands that I put Moana or Frozen for her on the Tv & I obey then she sits on my couch (doesn’t say a word) watches tv until she leaves…

@umudaniel1 I no send ur disbelief o

@AjeboWriter If you had said iPhone 12 or 13 nau I would have believed but 17, nahhh

Normal people are not up to 10 in Lagos! Ever since the increase in the price of fuel, I decided to help out in my own way by carrying people for free whenever I’m going to work or coming back, instead of driving alone. Last year, I bought & kept a cane in my dashboard because of Lagosians, cos normal people in Lagos are few. I won’t lie, the cane has helped me. I’ve disciplined a few mad people disguised as drivers and corrected some agberos I prefer cane to koboko or whip. I find it more effective because koboko requires some skill to handle properly, but cane — even a baby can inflict serious pain So yesterday morning, I picked up passengers as usual at the crowded bus stop. One student in front, three ladies at the back — all going my way. The student asked, “How much, sir?” I told her not to worry, that it was free. They all thanked me, and I smiled. I was driving peacefully, playing nursery rhymes on Bluetooth. Yes, judge me. After listening to it non-stop because of my baby, I now know Cocomelon songs by heart. I can sing Baby Shark and all Miss Rachel songs Honestly, I find it therapeutic. My wife and friends laugh at me, but me and “Johny Johny, Yes papa” have built something special. Next thing one of the ladies at the back said, “Ahh ahn, uncle, why are you listening to nursery rhymes? Are you a baby?” I smiled. “It’s my baby’s favorite. I enjoy listening to it.” She said, “No, it’s not good. Change it. I have nice Christian playlist. You should be playing gospel songs, not all these… demonic things that make children addicted.” The student looked at me, I looked at her and quickly faced front. I was shocked at the audacity. She repeated it again. “Connect my phone. You will like my songs.” Another girl at the back even asked her, “Are you okay?” She ignored her and tapped me again. “Uncle, connect my phone.” I ignored her for the third time. Next thing she hissed and left me alone. Omo. Maybe it’s the song because normally, I’ll park and tell her to Geddifok but I just kept smiling and drove quietly Usually, I drive to the last bus stop and take a U-turn to my office since it’s not too far, but today I had a meeting and couldn’t risk going all the way. So I stopped a short distance before the bus stop and pleaded with them to take keke or bike to the bus stop, which wouldn’t cost more than 200, as I had to make a quick turn. They were very grateful. From where I picked them, it would have cost them like 600 naira I was about to drive off when I realized one of the ladies hadn’t come down. It was the aunty who asked me to change my music. I said, “Madam, please come down because I’m turning here.” She said no, she cannot, that I should have told them I wouldn’t get to the bus stop so they would have entered bus, because it’ll be harder for her to see one from here. I said, “Madam, are you okay? Just enter keke or bike because I can’t go further than this.” She said she doesn’t enter bike and I should take her back to where I picked her from because how do I expect her to see bus. That was when I knew — this is not a normal case. Without saying a word, I just picked my cane from the dashboard and gave her two lashes on her head… She was completely shocked. She screamed, jumped out of the car, and started shouting, “Ole! Ole! Ole!” Next thing, I saw agberos gathering like Avengers and running towards my car. As she saw them, she escalated it further, shouting, “Kidnapper! Kidnapper!” I even heard one of them ask, “aunty which one nah, thief abi kidnapper?” I didn’t wait to find out. I quickly shut my door and sped off. As I entered my office compound, my heart was still doing gbim gbim gbim, then I heard a ringtone. I turned and saw an iPhone 17 on the seat. The winch had left her phone behind. I just smiled. What God cannot do does not exist! Ajebo Writer

Some people are not built for lies or cheating… But they won’t rest. I was on a video call with my girlfriend when I noticed something. The room was different. “Babe… whose room is this?” She paused. Then she said, “What do you mean? It’s mine.” I said, “Your room is yellow. This one is white.” She said, “Oh… my dad repainted.” I looked again. “This is not paint. This is a different room entirely.” She sighed. “Okay fine. I’m sorry, I wanted to surprise you but you and noticing everything. We moved sha.” I said, “Moved ke? From your own house?” She laughed sheepishly again. “Na wa o. Someone cannot even prank you. Well, not moved-moved. My dad renovated. I just say moved because everything is new.” Now I’m confused. “Your father? Retired teacher? Renovated the whole house? Where did he get the money from?” She said what kind of talk is that? “I’m sorry, but your father is a retired teacher, and your mom doesn’t do anything. You’re the first child. Your younger brothers and sisters are still in school. So, who renovated the house for him?” She said one uncle from UK came and didn’t like the house, so he helped. Convenient uncle. As I was still processing the story… I heard a door open. Then a man’s voice called her name. Clear. Loud. Inside the room. Call ended immediately. I called back. Phone off. For hours. Later she called back… But I didn’t pick. Because my phone was with my main babe. She brought it to me and said, “Baby, stop putting your phone on silence. See, your mechanic is calling you.” I collected the phone quickly and thanked her. I answered after she walked back to the kitchen. The useless girl started apologizing on the call. “Sorry, my phone died.” I said, “Your phone died? You said you were charging all night.” She paused. Then laughed. “Actually… my mum came in.” I just hissed and cut the call. Because which kind talk be this? Your mother entered… and you switched off your phone for hours? The same mother that knows me very well as your boyfriend and even likes me? Please. My main babe now came in and looked at me. “Everything okay?” I said, “Don’t mind that useless mechanic. Always lying.” She nodded and served my food. This one sef na another mumu. I’m telling you my mechanic is lying and you can’t even ask about what or show concern. You just put rice and chicken for table… as if rice and chicken will solve everything I just hissed and switched off my phone Peacefully. Because at that point… We were both doing the same thing. Difference is… She’s still learning. Me, I’m already a professional. You can’t play a player. Ajebo Writer

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@AjeboWriter The king himself

I have never been embarrassed the way I was yesterday There’s this troublesome neighbor in our compound. This woman has fought every single tenant… except me. Until yesterday morning. For no reason—other than the fact that I mistakenly locked her outside. Meanwhile, our compound rule clearly states: if you’re going out, take your key and lock the gate. Simple. I stepped out to use the POS vendor outside. When I came back in, I locked the gate, not knowing Madam was outside buying something from the aboki across… without her key. I was hearing faint shouts, but I ignored it. I thought it was normal compound noise. Next thing, as I dressed up to go out again—BAM! She attacked me with Insults! At first, I tried to apologize. But the more I apologized, the angrier she got. Omo, nobody has monopoly of madness. Immediately I changed it for her and we started exchanging words, back to back. I almost slapped her—no jokes—but my neighbors rushed in and held me. I cursed her eh, and I have bad mouth. By the time I was done, she was crying. Satisfied, I went out to play basketball at my friend’s place Fast forward to later that afternoon… I left my friend’s place and entered a bus home. Me, once I’m in a commercial bus, my AirPods are glued to my ears and I’ll just put my head down, enjoy my music and close my eyes. The bus had gone far when the conductor started collecting money. The guy beside me tapped me. I removed one AirPod. “Conductor dey ask for money,” he said. I nodded, dipped my hand into my pocket. and felt breeze. Nothing. No wallet. My soul left my body immediately. I checked again. Nothing. Checked my Bag… Just my basketball shorts and jersey. I looked at the guy, “Bros, I can’t find my wallet. Did you see it?” Omo the look he gave me eh. He just hissed and faced his front I turned to my other side, it was an old woman that looked like she can’t speak or understand English… I was about to check under the seats when it hit me… I had left my wallet in my friend’s room so it wouldn’t get stolen when I was playing basketball. Okay, no problem. I’ll try transfer. Hopefully they’ll accept. I brought out my phone… At that exact moment, my phone battery died! I forgot to charge it because we’re in Band A and we always have light. I just knew my village people planned and executed their witchcraft well. Conductor looked at me, “Egbon, your money na, Kilosele!!!” I said, “Wait, I dey come…” I looked at the guy beside me again. Intentionally he looked away and squeezed his face like someone that licked lime I bowed my head and started praying: “God abeg, just this last time help me… I’ll go to church on Sunday. I’ll even stop knacking my babe until marriage. Pls God…” Before I could finish, someone tapped me. I looked up and it was my neighbor. The same one I fought in the morning. Omo, joy hit me instantly. I almost kissed her. She asked if I was okay. I almost cried telling her no. Instead, I quietly explained everything to her, whispering so nobody would hear. She smiled and said, “It’s fine…don’t worry.” I relaxed. Next thing— She turned and shouted: “Alaye! Leave me alone! Na every day your money dey miss! Conductor, hold this beggar o! I don see am for many bus stops, na so him money dey always loss!” Omo… Shame surrounded me like a shield The conductor and the entire bus attacked me. I didn’t know what to do, I just sat there unmoving. The driver was screaming that they should take my phone o! My iPhone 16… because of 700 naira! Next thing, this same winch reached into her bag, brought out 1000 naira… and paid for me then collected her change Everybody shock, even me. Then she turned to me, and whispered, “Hope you’ve learned your lesson.“ I just looked at her with tears in my eyes. She smiled and faced front. Women, you can’t help but fear and love them! Ajebo Writer

@ebele_catherine Cane pain pass cord 😁

@AjeboWriter 😭😂😂wipe her cord next time

@HRSVie @1scope_g The matter shock me speechless

@1scope_g @AjeboWriter It's funny you are blocking accounts not for the content of the write-up but for the length. Wonderful.

@ReecTio_ng I go lie for you?😁

😂😂😂 It's a lie…its not possible 😂

@rokibat487611 God fearing ones dey 😁😅🤣

@AjeboWriter Witch wey dey listen to gospel songs 😂😂😂

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My husband doesn’t like me breastfeeding in public. If we’re at home and our baby starts crying while we have guests, I go inside to feed him. Even in the hospital when our baby was born, while I was breastfeeding, he would politely tell anyone around to excuse me that I want to breastfeed At first, it was kind of funny. Even the doctors and nurses laughed about it. I thought it was just him being protective. But now, it’s exhausting, embarrassing, and honestly, frustrating. Just simple outing to a restaurant, if my baby starts crying, he tells me to go to the restroom to feed him In church, other mothers will go to the back to breastfeed but my husband will tell me to go to the car! Even if we’re with my parents or siblings, he will insist I cover up completely so nobody can see my brezz. I stopped going out with him because of this embarrassment One day we entered a commercial bus to go and visit his parents because our car got spoilt and was at the mechanic We were stuck in traffic so my baby woke up and started crying I tried to breastfeed… and the look my husband gave me eh… he said I should “manage, we’ll soon reach.” I jejely put my brezz back inside my bra I was uncomfortable, but he warned me not to embarrass myself. He said the baby would be fine if he didn’t suck for a few more minutes. So I started singing and rocking him… but my baby is a foodie. The more I sang, the louder he cried The whole bus started murmuring Next thing one old woman screamed at me that why am I suffering this poor baby, cant I see he wants brezz I ignored her. Another woman added, “Abi madam, you kidnap this baby? Why mother go dey refuse to breastfeed her own baby!” As soon as she said that everybody started looking at me funny Next thing the driver stopped and said I should breastfeed the baby My husband said no, that we will soon reach where we’re going to and they don’t have any right to force me to breastfeed his baby The driver said if we don’t breastfeed the baby, they will burn us alive there and then! Other passengers started cursing us, some brought out their phones to record us Out of fear, I jejely opened my top and started breastfeeding my baby That’s how the driver started the bus and moved. When we got to my in-laws’ house, I reported my husband to his parents and they scolded him. Since then, my husband has been cold. He ignores my greetings, refuses to eat my food, and says I “embarrassed” him. He keeps insisting I should have “stood my ground.” I’m tired of feeling ashamed for doing something as natural as feeding my baby… please, are there other mothers dealing with this too? Ajebo Writer

My neighbor is an entrepreneur. Every year, she starts something new. She has sold hair, makeup, female clothing, shoes and most recently, she started making chinchin. One day, she came to me and begged me to help market her chinchin to my colleagues. I told her I would. She asked how many of us there were at my office. “About 15,” I said. She got excited and begged me to talk to all of them. I tried, but my colleagues felt her price was too high. They preferred the cheaper egg rolls and buns they usually bought at our office café. Out of compassion, I started buying two containers from her every month. I didn’t miss a single month for five months just to support her One evening, I got home earlier than usual. I was in my room, pressing my phone and flirting with girls online when I heard her voice outside. She was talking to another neighbor, a close friend of hers. The friend asked how her business was going. She said it was slow. The friend then asked if she had been marketing to people in the compound, saying we all had money and would buy from her. She laughed sarcastically. “Which money? This my broke neighbors.” The friend said, “But I thought Kingdavid and his colleagues have been buying from you.” She laughed again, “That stingy guy! Na him even worse pass. Out of 15 staff, na only two dey buy, and e no dey ever pass two. All of them stingy like am.” They both laughed. “Where he even dey work sef?” the friend asked. “I no know o, and I no even care. Maybe one broke law firm because na only English he sabi speak.” Two weeks later, at the end of the month, she came again to supply me my usual two containers. This time, I told her to give me 30 containers, that my office was organizing a party and I had convinced them to serve chinchin. She screamed and hugged me tightly. For the next few days, she went all in, working tirelessly from morning till night, measuring, frying, packaging—doing everything she could to get my order ready on time. Two weeks later, I finally moved out to my new place. Quietly. I had been packing in bits for days, early mornings and late nights, so no one noticed. By the time she realized, I was already gone. Since then, she has been using different numbers to call, text, beg and even insult me. But the moment I hear her voice, I block it and settle down to enjoy my chinchin gallantly with chilled coke. Ungrateful bish!

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How my long-term relationship ended unprovoked! I once asked my longtime girlfriend to attend a colleague’s birthday party with me. She’s not the outing type, always focused on her hair and bag business she runs online. But I convinced her, told her she might meet potential customers since my female colleagues would be there. That was how she agreed. A few hours into the party, one yahoo guy pulled up on a power bike. The sound alone scattered the music—everyone paused to look because it was an outdoor event. The guy parked like James Bond. Took off his helmet, wore dark shades, stepped down in a sleek black expensive leather jacket. Omo… I can’t lie, I just disliked him instantly—for no reason. Out of all the girls there, it was my babe I caught him talking to when I stepped away to grab small chops for us. I rushed back. She tried to introduce us, but the guy clearly wasn’t interested in me—everything I asked him, he answeredher as though she’s the one asking. I had to hold her hand and pull her away. A few days later, I checked her phone… and saw they were chatting. I was furious. I raised my voice and told her to delete his number immediately. She said it was just business—that he wanted to buy the most expensive hair and bags she had, for his girlfriend. Nothing more. She even asked me, “Did you see anything bad in the chats?” Truth is… the chats were clean. But I was still upset. I kept wondering—how did they even exchange contacts? I didn’t leave her side for long. Anyway, she stood her ground. Said I was the one who convinced her to come out, and nothing would ever happen between her and a yahoo guy. Not long after, he ordered hair worth 750k and bags worth 300k—two really expensive ones. When she asked for his address to waybill the items, he told her to send hers instead—said he’d come pick them up himself. She sent her address. Then he sent it back to her house… as the delivery destination. He bought everything for her. Meanwhile, since she started the business, I have never bought anything from her to support her but I usually pray for her and escort her to the market. Anyway, after that purchase, things changed. I stopped seeing my babe as often as before. My calls went unanswered and she took forever to reply my chats The next time I saw my babe… was on her friend’s WhatsApp status. South Africa. With him. That’s how a yahoo boy used hair and bags to collect my 11-year relationship. Fear Women

How to spot a red flag! I knew something was off the moment she made that joke. Not because it was funny… but because I knew what it was. “You like brown sha,” she said, laughing. “It’s like it’s your favorite color.” I smiled. But in my head, I paused. See, I’m a creature of habit. Once I like something, I stick to it. Same barber for 3 years. Same style. Same everything—as long as it works, I don’t change it. So yes, I buy my brown boxers in sets. Clean, fresh, identical. For my peace of mind I stick to my pattern But clearly… madam had been observing. What she didn’t know was that this whole thing started weeks earlier. I met her at the mall one random weekend. Vibe was instant. She didn’t stress or give me drama at all and I loved that about her. That same day, we linked up at my place—nothing serious planned, just Netflix and chill. Few hours later, she looked at me and said she was horny. One thing led to another… and I started workings. From couch to rug… rug to bed until we ended up on my bed That night? Madnezz That was the first of many. She came back the next day. And the next. And the next. Before I knew it, we had a full situationship going—no labels, just friends with benefits and vibes. Then my birthday came. She showed up with gifts—nice ones too. Boxers. White, black, blue. I appreciated it. Then she dropped the joke. “You like brown sha…” I didn’t argue. I didn’t explain. I just stood up, walked into my room, opened my drawer… and came back with all 12 brown boxers. I laid them neatly on the bed. Silence. Then she burst out laughing. “Omo! I thought you were repeating one o!” I stared at her, smiling… Then she added—still laughing— “I even told my friends sef… I said this guy dey wear one boxer, the same brown one every time. But I didn’t mind because…” She paused, grinning. “…you sabi. Your thing dey do wonders” That was it. The fact that she had already gossiped me to her friends… without asking me first or hearing from me. I just smiled and stayed calm… But in my head, I was done. By the time she left that day, I had ended it. Blocked her everywhere. For me, that was a bigger red flag than knacking her the first day we met and continuing without putting a label on it. Because if you can gossip about me like that over boxers… you’re not a good person What else will you say about me without confirming the truth.

The shameful events in Ozoro have no place in modern society. For young men to take delight in violating women is unacceptable… This isn’t getting the kind of attention and outrage it deserves!!! Shame on us as a society for allowing and tolerating this!

The guy was already half naked on top of her, holding her neck and trying to force his preeq inside her torn skirt I didn’t think twice. I grabbed a rock nearby and swung with everything I had. It connected. He jumped up instantly and bolted into the darkness, clutching his head, leaving me there with her. The lady quickly got up from the ground We froze, standing face to face, just staring at each other. She started shaking violently, crying so hard it felt like her soul was breaking. I didn’t move. I couldn’t speak. Shock had me frozen… and then, without warning, tears started streaming down my face like a faucet I couldn’t turn off. I put my hands on my head and cried like a baby Then, I reached out and hugged my girlfriend, I held her so tight, crying for almost walking away from her attempted rape and maybe murder because I nearly chickened out and not rush in at first instinct "What are you doing here?" I heard myself ask her between sobs as I hugged her "I wanted to surprise you and come join you guys, suddenly the cab driver attacked me and tried to rape me." She said while she held onto me so tight I couldn't even breathe properly. My phone rang and it was the bolt driver...I quickly held her and together we walked to where he parked and went home. I quit clubbing that night I watched the Ozoro Grape festival that happened in Delta state where people’s fathers, brothers, sons and uncle were attacking and assaulting women!!! What sort of society are we living in now? Tomorrow, it could be your sister, girlfriend or daughter… I can’t even imagine sharing the same air with these animals. Who are you? Jesus pls come already, I am tired!

Friday nights with the boys are always wild. And honestly, I do everything I can to keep my girlfriend far away from that side of my life. She doesn’t need to see it. It’s the same cycle almost every weekend—booze, loud music, getting high, more booze, reckless dancing… and then even more booze. The crazy part? A few hours in, I already hate it. I don’t even understand the appeal—drinking, smoking, dancing till you either pass out or completely burn out. It feels empty. But somehow, when the next weekend rolls around… I’m right back there again with the boys. I hated just sitting there, intoxicated, barely coherent—half conscious—waiting for dawn so I could drag my drunk self back home. This weekend, I told myself I wouldn’t overdo it on the alcohol. I kept it light, barely partied… until this strange homesickness crept in. All I wanted was the comfort of my house—my big bed. It was 2 a.m., and there was no way I was waiting till dawn like usual. With just a slight buzz in my system, I gathered the courage and decided to leave early. My guys weren’t too happy about it. They tried to convince me to stay, but when they saw I wasn’t budging, they finally let me go. To be fair, they were all pretty high too. If they were sober, I know them—they’d never have let me leave on my own at that kind of hour. Again, they were horny due to the mixture we were having all night and there were some very curvy semi-nude babes all around, so despite their love for me, brezz and yansh will always win over peneez But me? I’m loyal to my babe. I chose to leave, head home to my quiet space, and not mess things up with the one person that actually matters. I walked quite a distance to meet the only Bolt driver who agreed to pick me up—he refused to come close to the club, said the area had a reputation and he wasn’t taking chances. As I got closer to the spot he told me to wait, the night suddenly felt different. Quieter. Too quiet. Then I heard it—shuffling… low voices… coming from the bushes nearby. Initially I was spooked and increased my pace, but then again I thought it was a couple from the club trying to have a quickie So I stopped and listened harder… and that’s when it hit me—it wasn’t just noise. It was a struggle. I strained my ears. A man. A woman. Their voices low, tense, wrong. My first instinct was to mind my business and run as flight mode kicked in but something held me back. It’s 2 a.m. This could be a setup. A trap. My mind kept screaming at me to move, to get out while I still could. As I made to move, a scream erupted, definitely female, it was quick, and then it stopped as if her mouth was being covered I almost shit my pants The noise continued I was immobilized with fear, I wanted to run but then I heard it again "Help, someone please help me!" Leave now, run for your life...My mind kept willing me to flee the scene and not look back After all, what will a responsible and decent girl be doing outside by this time of the night, but then again, I'm also outside and I'm responsible and decent Maybe it was the alcohol, I don’t even know but something in me just snapped into action. I stepped into the path and came face to face with them, a man and a lady

My brother wants to marry a single mother of two. Not one o… Two! And I’m sorry, but over my dead body will I pretend to support that. I would rather he remains single for the rest of his life than ruin it by marrying a plus-two. This my brother, a responsible man in his mid-thirties, educated, stable and from a good home. Yet somehow, two years ago, he met this woman—and now they’re talking about marriage. At first, I didn’t take it seriously. I assumed he just wanted to chop and clean mouth like most smart men do. You know, taste what has already almost expired and move on… But not my brother. This woman has two children from two different men. Two different “mistakes.” And now she wants to make my brother the final chapter of her past decisions. God forbid. Since they started dating, she’s been performing. Over-performing for us. She goes to the market with her own money. Cooks for the whole house. Washes our clothes. Buys things for my mother and I. She even remembers our birthdays like it’s her full-time job, shows up the night before with gifts, cleans the house, helps plan parties and stay behind to clean up. All of this just so we will “accept” her. The desperation stinks! What’s worse is that it’s working. My mother, my own mother is starting to soften. She says we should give her a chance. That she’s a “good woman.” But I know better. I can see through the act. She had her first child at seventeen. Then the second one, years later. My brother says she made mistakes. That the men took advantage of her. That life isn’t black and white. But I know something is wrong. This is not ordinary. My brother has been jazzed. I’m convinced of it. Because which normal man in his right senses will leave young, beautiful girls and choose a single mother of two? I’ve told him repeatedly that I can find him someone better. A decent girl, even a virgin, if he wants. Not someone society has already used and dumped. Every time I bring it up, he gets angry. He cuts the call. Like I’m the enemy. Recently, I borrowed his phone to transfer data. That’s when I knew it was serious. I saw he was checking for wedding rings, outfits, decorations and all that. This girl is too local, she even saved his number as my Angle, she can’t even spell Angel and she wants to marry my brother! I swear I don’t know what he sees in her. If I complain, my mother who is supposed to support me will say, but I married as a single mother too, to a divorcee. But this is different. I’m a woman. He’s my brother. I’m trying to protect him. So, please tell me… what can I do to make sure this wedding never happens?

My brother wants to marry a single mother of two. Not one o… Two! And I’m sorry, but over my dead body will I pretend to support that. I would rather he remains single for the rest of his life than ruin it by marrying a plus-two. This my brother, a responsible man in his mid-thirties, educated, stable and from a good home. Yet somehow, two years ago, he met this woman—and now they’re talking about marriage. At first, I didn’t take it seriously. I assumed he just wanted to chop and clean mouth like most smart men do. You know, taste what has already almost expired and move on… But not my brother. This woman has two children from two different men. Two different “mistakes.” And now she wants to make my brother the final chapter of her past decisions. God forbid. Since they started dating, she’s been performing. Over-performing for us. She goes to the market with her own money. Cooks for the whole house. Washes our clothes. Buys things for my mother and I. She even remembers our birthdays like it’s her full-time job, shows up the night before with gifts, cleans the house, helps plan parties and stay behind to clean up. All of this just so we will “accept” her. The desperation stinks! What’s worse is that it’s working. My mother, my own mother is starting to soften. She says we should give her a chance. That she’s a “good woman.” But I know better. I can see through the act. She had her first child at seventeen. Then the second one, years later. My brother says she made mistakes. That the men took advantage of her. That life isn’t black and white. But I know something is wrong. This is not ordinary. My brother has been jazzed. I’m convinced of it. Because which normal man in his right senses will leave young, beautiful girls and choose a single mother of two? I’ve told him repeatedly that I can find him someone better. A decent girl, even a virgin, if he wants. Not someone society has already used and dumped. Every time I bring it up, he gets angry. He cuts the call. Like I’m the enemy. Recently, I borrowed his phone to transfer data. That’s when I knew it was serious. I saw he was checking for wedding rings, outfits, decorations and all that. This girl is too local, she even saved his number as my Angle, she can’t even spell Angel and she wants to marry my brother! I swear I don’t know what he sees in her. If I complain, my mother who is supposed to support me will say, but I married as a single mother too, to a divorcee. But this is different. I’m a woman. He’s my brother. I’m trying to protect him. So, please tell me… what can I do to make sure this wedding never happens?