DIARY OF A SCARLET WOMAN EPISODE 6 About an hour later, the boys returned with several yellow nylons filled with food, drinks and other edibles. They also got us pizza and ice cream from dominos/cold stone. We got out of the pool in excitement, hungry and ready to devour. They went upstairs, before they found us behind the house. The excitement on their faces showed they loved what they were seeing…3 gorgeous looking girls in bikinis, smoking hot and dripping water. I can only imagine the joy in their hearts. We all sat outside at the grass court to enjoy the food and drinks. They couldn’t take their eyes off us. Stanley winked at me several times as I smiled and blushed. Later in the evening, he took us to the cinemas to see a movie. I got to see the beautiful city of Lagos. The town looked lovely, nice edifices, flashy cars and a busy city. We experienced traffic jam several times before we got to Shoprite Lekki, where the cinema was situated. ...
When he was nothing but a suspended carcass,dripping with his own blood and other people’s spit, there were no worshippers around clapping their hands and singing their hymns. They were long gone. At the very end, ironically at the moment of greatest triumph, he had no followers left. That says something profoundly counterintuitive about what a successful church looks like. For if the core of the Christian message – death first, then resurrection – is so existentially full-on that nobody can possibly endure it, then a church that successfully proclaims that message is likely to be empty and not full. Which is also why, quite possibly, a successful priest ought to be hated rather than feted. For here, as elsewhere in the Christian story, success and failure are inverted. The first will be last and the last first. The rich are cast down and the poor are exulted. The true king is crowned with mockery and thorns not with gold and ermine. Christianity, properly understo...
18 Plus ( + ) . A group of 7 ladies came to our house last week. They stayed for 4 days and it was a nice experience. Being the only daughter without a sister, I kinda liked their company. We had girls talk. We talked about everything. I mostly did the laughing and the comedienne of the house. . . We got talking and we got to sex. One of the ladies said she doesn't like to talk about sex because she hates it and she was advised to borrow my earpiece for the duration of the sex talk. In our discussion, we were talking about our sex adventure. The one that said she hates sex said she can never allow her boyfriend go down on her, she even added #God_Forbid to it, 'that irritating thing, that smelling thing?'. ' Even me I can't even taste or put my tongue into it' she said with so much disgust. The other ladies jaws dropped. They tried telling her what she has been missing and how it is best to them. You know those kind talk? She refused, she said ...
Comments
Post a Comment