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TWO DIFFERENT STORIES
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TWO DIFFERENT STORIES

Some years back, I matched with a girl on Tinder, a very mature, beautiful, and curvy Muslim girl with everything in the right places. We got talking, and she agreed to come over.

On the day she was supposed to come, she didn’t pick my calls all day. Then around 7:30 pm she finally reached out saying she was on her way. I just knew she wanted to spend the night. I was upset, but a few things made me forgive her bad move.

She arrived at my place and we went straight to the room. She was actually as beautiful and well-endowed as she looked in her pictures. So we ate and were talking when she mentioned that she’d be going back to school the following week. I asked where she was schooling, and this girl mentioned one so, so, so and so “senior high school”. I paused and tried to process what I had just heard. “High school”??? WTF! I asked for her class, and omo this girl said she was in SS2.

We sha finished our meal, then told her I was helping my junior brother with something in the sitting room and would join her later. I told her to lie down and rest. Bro I went to the sitting room and slept on the couch.

In the morning she was so mad at me, saying she came to visit me and I abandoned her in the room, and that she’d never come visit me again. (Lol no be wetin I want be that?) I told her not to be angry, that my brother and I just fell asleep right there while I was tutoring him. And she left!

If this girl hadn’t mentioned “high school,” there was no way in this world I would have been able to tell that she was underage.

Above all, na God dey help mumu.


So I got married last year to the man who sponsored my education. Have no kids yet though. Thanks to him, today I work as a government teacher in a secondary & high school. I actually just got recruited to this school where I teach Geography.

But please, I'm confused. There's this particular guy, actually a male colleague of mine. He has been working here as a Biology teacher for 6 years. Since I arrived & started work, he has been so nice to me, guiding & showing me around, buying me gifts too, and keeping me company so I don't feel alone since I'm new. We got so close after a month. I don't know, but I just really feel so comfortable & safe with him, even more than my husband. I love his company. If I'm to be honest, I feel like I can share & tell him everything.

Even my husband doesn't get me gifts like this guy does. He is such a kind & gentle man, i must comment, he truly knows how to treat a lady but something about his behavior, actually changed recently. Which leaves me confused. He switched from food gifts & started getting me underwear, bras, and perfumes. Even on 'Teachers Day' he bought me same gifts. This has actually been going on for about 2 weeks now. Please people, this keeps me wondering if it's okay that i keep collecting these gifts. Considering the fact that, I'm a married woman.

Truth is, we've been so close, and I don't know how to go about rejecting these gifts since he is actually doing it with pure intentions, with no strings attached, and he's been so nice to me ever since I got here. I plead for your advice & guidance.

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@Galaktic 04/08/2026
Beautiful
David (@Oke Tolulope David) 05/08/2026
He get why

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