Relationship Stories & Experiences

It all began two years ago when I met her. There was an instant spark, a connection that felt undeniable. We laughed, shared secrets, and quickly began to spend more time together, getting to know each other's thought on destiny and purpose. It was a blissful time filled with youthful excitement and hope.

I've known mercy for quite some time now and there is know need snicking around, we both decide to be more official and by implications we started visiting each other's homes, not longer the formal way of waiting behind after lectures but this time around she can come to my house and me to her place as well.

My first visit to her place wasn't a bad one, as her parents thought I was just a school friend and probably came to have some home lectures with her. Little did they know that something fishing is going down 🤣 trust me I was looking cool and gentle all true my stay.

Things has been going so well but not this time around, I visited and she went to the market, it was just her dad at home. Cheerfully the old man offered I stay with him while I wait for my friend. Hmm 🤔 I was left with know choice but to sit, the man was not just interesting to be with but also very funny. I could not help but become very free with him.

I know you love my daughter he questioned? at this point I knew the man it's becoming very interested in our relationship, on a first thought I wanted to lie but on the other hand I knew he had seen us more offen than expected if i claim of just being a friend. I only said nothing but the truth.

Just like every other Nigerian man his next question was who are your parents and what is your family name. The atmosphere changed immediately I answered him. I suspected something was wrong, but just couldn't pick point what the problem was. Unfortunately my friend is home and our conversation was interrupted.

I wasn't surprised to see mercy with her dad in my place the next morning. I could sense the gravity of what was coming. Somewhere wetin my spirit I knew I had not done anything wrong and besides I and mercy hasn't bounded so there is no way she could be pregnant.

My dad was already in the sitting room when they entered, I was suprise to see both parents exchange pleasantries as though they've known from somewhere. With heavy hearts, they revealed the truth we were distantly related. Not close enough to be considered immediate family, but the connection was there a thread that tied our families together in a way that made our relationship complicated and, ultimately, unacceptable.

The news wasn't a good one. All at once, the joy we had shared turned into heartache. We were faced with an impossible decision to end what had blossomed between us. It was as if the universe had conspired to tear us apart just as we were discovering the depths of our feelings. In that moment, we both understood that love sometimes comes with boundaries we cannot cross.

I’m the kind of person who usually doesn’t understand why someone would stay on a phone call for more than 30 minutes. I’ve always looked at those people who talk for an hour or even two as if they’re just jobless, unable to find something better to do. What could possibly be so important to discuss for that long, especially over the phone?

But today was different. I received a call from one of my close male friends, and it had been a while since we last spoke. To be honest, I really like this guy he had a good personality, and I know he liked me. When he called, I wasn’t sure what to expect. To my surprise, we ended up talking for a long time. The call was long, in fact, that I didn’t even realize an hour had passed until I checked the time.

What amazed me was that we still had so much to talk about. I felt a rush of happiness as my perspective on long phone calls shifted instantly. We continued chatting, and before I knew it, another hour flew by. Unfortunately, that’s when the network started to interfere. It was the only reason we had to hang up, but by then, my idea of long calls had changed.

It’s not that I hated long calls or had never experienced. It was just that seeing someone engage in lengthy conversations repeatedly felt a bit too much.

It was a busy day trying to finish this certainwork. So focused that I didn’t see the time moving extremely fast, till now I cant tell how it happened that I wasnt timing myself. But suddenly, I looked at my phone and was shocked that it was already past 12 pm.

My tummy was growling and battling with me to serve it it's first offering because I was very hungry, but I was still trying to round up the work which was almost completed before I continued with any other thing.
If you want to know how much focus I had on this task, then I should let you know that I didn't was my morning face.

When I got done, I thought about getting dressed to go buy something to eat. Just then, I heard a knock at my door. It was my friend, my nice neighbor! She had a big, beautiful plate that was showing of hot smoke.

When I took the plate from her and opened it, my eyes was greeted with the kind of aroma you only find in rare places
She had given me a plate of well cooked spaghetti and two slices of fried fish on it. The smell made me very happy as i quickly thanked her and ran to get my fork. I ate carefully not to spill anything. People can cook, forget stories.

Today, as I sat down to think, my mind kept going back to my use-to-be friend. I had been feeling really fond of her lately, and our friendship was growing stronger with each passing day. We laughed together, shared secrets, and enjoyed each other's company. It felt wonderful, and I was excited about where our friendship was heading.

But then, something unexpected happened. One day, she started talking about boundaries. She joked about how my calls were getting to be too much. At first, I thought she was just making a funny comment, but deep down, it bothered me.
I tend to take words seriously and always looking for meaning in what people say.

As a good friend, I decided to write her a long message to explain how I felt about the statement she made, I wanted her to know that everyone is different, and I just call her because she’s my friend and I care about her plainly.

When I sent the message, I was hoping for understanding. But her response surprised me. She sent me a sticker that seemed playful, almost as if she didn’t really take my well composed long writeup seriously.
I felt my stomach biting me in disappointment. Since that day, it’s been over three weeks, and I’ve kept my distance from her.

We used to talk often, but now our conversations are different. It was hard to pull though but not when someone I call a friend take me for granted.
She had apologised three times now but I am never letting us go back to the way we used to before.
How was she expecting me to feel when she made that statement.

My neighbor was pleading with a girl over the phone. It was one of the funniest calls I'd ever heard. He kept saying things like, "Please don't do this to me. I can explain." Each time ge repeated this statement got me thrown into laughter so loud that he could hear it across the wall that separated his room from mine, and I couldn't help but think he sounded ridiculous.

Suddenly, I noticed the call end abruptly, and a moment later, my neighbor came out of his room, looking a bit unwell, he was looking sick already. He walked straight up to me and started spilling the story behind the phone call. I felt guilty for having laughed so loud then.

His girlfriend wanted to break up with him, and he was trying to explain his side of things. He told me, "If a girl makes you lose your way, then she’s not good for you." That was solid advice I thought, but it was still the same man who was begging some minutes ago.

I didn't know much about their relationship or what had led to this moment. All I could do was nod and listen as he vented, wondering how someone could go from pleading on the phone to standing in front of me already trying to make his soon to be ex look like the evil one with lots of flaws.

An old time friend visited me some days ago. It was a tiring walk going to bring her from the junction.
After we happily met, walked about 2 minutes before we got to my house.

We were tired because it was a very hot afternoon. I myself, who walked the short distance to bring her in, was so tired. Now you can imagine how tired she herself was.

Just as we entered the house and she had seated and made herself comfortable, I had given her a cup of water and then a can of malt to help cool her off when all of a sudden we spotted a scorpion entering through the door. It was just as if she had invited the scorpion with her.

As if in expectance, she stood immediately and killed it with a broom, uttering some words of prayer as she ebuked the harmful creature.

Almost throughout her stay, our conversation was centered at scorpions and other similar harmful organisms. It was fun to have her around.

I once went out with a male friend in the evening, he invited me to a small sit out, we gisted and discussed about a lot of things. I considered him my friend, because I've known him for years, so I felt safe and comfortable. It was getting late, so I told him I wanted to start going home, he didn't seem comfortable with that, but then he said he wants to tell me something, that I should follow him.

He took me to a lodge there at the sit out, I asked him what it is that he can't tell me where we were seated, he said I shouldn't be afraid of him, that he just wants to have a word with me. I considered him one of my best friends, so I saw no reason to be afraid of him. He started telling me how he has feelings for me and wants to date me, I told him I'll think about it and if that was all.

This could have been discussed outside, I couldn't understand why this had to be said inside, I got up to leave, but he stopped me and made some abnormal advances towards me, I objected. But I knew it, this guy was physically fighting me, he tried to rape me, I plunged my teeth into his chest and gave him a very deep bite, he let me go and ran outside, straight home. I didn't know he was capable of that, how could he try to rape someone whom he wants to date?

I got home, and felt pains on my back, I checked and saw injury on my back, I was wounded during the struggle, the scar remains till today. For that guy, he later came around to apologize, I accepted his apology, but we can't be friends anymore, I deleted his number from my phone. It was partly my fault, I trusted him too much. That is why till today, I don't go out with people anyhow again, that incident taught me a lesson, anybody is capable of anything.

I use to hear and see people reading through the night with some kind of either coffee or a kind of energy drink, which I've not fancied for long. Sometime during the early stage in the university, I read an article that highlighted the health implications of taking coffee, caffeine-related and all those energy drinks, and I’ve abstained myself untill yesterday.

Yesterday, my friend came around and insisted that we do a night story. Well, she came along with some energy drink, and then during this night study, she gave me a bottle. I drank it, and I think I'm loving it. I think I would get it tomorrow morning, but I'm still trying to keep myself away from it.

This is just a way of somebody starting an addiction without knowing, and I do not want to be a part of it. I enjoyed the energy drink honestly, and it kept me active throughout the night, but I do not want to get addicted to any sort of drinks. I do not.

It’s been two weeks since I last made it to choir rehearsals, so today I decided no matter what, I’d be there.

On my way to church, I had no idea the day had something unexpected in store. I caught sight of a familiar face. Could it really be Joy? My heart skipped a beat as I recognized her.

Before I could fully process it, there she was, rushing over with a smile. She’d been away, and hearing she was back brought this excitement I couldn’t even describe.

We found a bench nearby and got into talking about life, her trip to port Harcourt, and all the small stuff that had happened while she stayed there. Time was flying, and honestly, I didn’t want the moment to end. But choir rehearsal was waiting, and the clock was ticking faster than normal.

Just as I was about to say goodbye, Joy insisted on grabbing me a quick snack.
When I finally reached rehearsal, I was singing from deep within. The happiness I felt was on another level entirely. That unexpected reunion added a miracle to my voice.

Saturday remains one of those days that all ladies spend their full week preparing on how to make the weekend such an amazing one. especially when you have a deal either to go out with friends or on a dinner date with your boyfriend.

But in this case there was no sign on any of those events happening, so I was already prepared for a boring weekend little did I know that my best boy is cooking up something huge for the weekend.

It was morning and there was no need waking up I mean why should I be in a haste to leave my sweet and soft bed without any important reason and besides it's Saturday I should have a good bed rest.

Just massaging myself on my bad I received a text message, it was from my best boy, with a smile on my face I unlocked my phone to check the content of the message. And it reads " get ready we're going out on a date"

You don't want to know the type of strength that I entered me all of a sudden and in the next one hour I was ready and was waiting for him.

He eventually showed up and we left for his most preferred event center where we had fun, hosting different games to another. And of course there was lot of snacks and food to eat. It was indeed an amazing time with him once again, even though I couldn't get enough of him.

Today, I had to plait my roommate’s hair, and everything would have gone smoothly if she had brought new wool. But she came with old, rough wool, which made things way harder than expected. We had to rub cream on each strand just to make it usable. After two hours, my fingers were red and sore from twisting.

What started as a simple task quickly turned frustrating when we realized, after four hours, we had barely made progress. The wool was tough, and it kept tangling, slowing us down. I was feeling so tired, but we couldn’t give up halfway.

I had no choice but to call in help. Our neighbors, who were better at plaiting, came to the rescue. They helped us rush through the rest of the hair, but even with extra hands, it was still a long process. At that point, we just wanted to finish before nightfall.

Finally, after hours of twisting, pulling, and cream-rubbing, we were done. It had taken way longer than expected, and we finished by 11 a.m. It was exhausting, but we laughed about it afterward, grateful to have gotten through it.

I thought the perfume that I bought smelled great and was sure others would notice it too. But then, a friend of mine came to visit, and everything changed.

The moment she walked in, the smell of the fragrance he wore immediately entered my nose, filled the room and instantly brought me joy.

The scent was so strong and captivating that it made mine feel a little inferior.
I could tell this because as we stepped outside, whenever he passed by, people would comment on how great he smelled. It was not like my perfume wasn't good, but his own dispersed far and stronger. I felt like people would need to hug me really closely to even notice my perfume.

I later found out that he bought his perfume for 15,000 Naira, while mine was only 8,000 Naira. Even though the prices differed, he said it wasn’t a competition. But honestly, who has 12,000 Naira to spend on perfume?

My life in the university wouldn't be complete without this keen story of mine. I was staying with two of my friends in a single room in school so where I came from we don't really have funds , so my parents tried their best to just buy little foodstuffs for me and with transport fare and send me off to school like an orphan. Due to my financial status I don't really mingle with some kinds of friends because they use me as a subject matter always to mock me , the closest to me that I can do anything for was my roommates I can literally lay my life for them.

As life went on in school, I started to develop cold 🥶 feets for a certain lady in my department she was everything a man would wish for , her dentition, colour of her eyes , height , hour glass figure literally she seemed an angel that fell off the sky. Am so timid, considering the fact I am a broke guy made it worse and I didn't want to lose her either, I went to my drawing board and mapped out a strategy to get her to know me and eventually fall in love with me. I started to sit in the first row that's where she always sits so we got close and started talking eventually.

I started seeing new changes in her and her frequent mood swings, when we usually see I make sure I get something for her most times I borrow the money to get very little stuff for her she doesn't really show appreciation, there was a particular day I got chocolates for her and she yelled in anger and said why on earth will i get her such cheap chocolates , she threw it on the ground and left.


I sent her numerous messages and she didn't reply, i even went to see her she didn't want to see me. I didn't have airtime so I took my roommate's phone and I saw his chats with her he planted the seed of discord in her, that was why she hated me so much he told her I was a broke boy and even told her detailed lies that my family is cursed and all sorts of nonsense. I had a spill over because I couldn't bear the traumatic experience it was indeed heavy as I speak they are married.

Safina always wanted to be a happy wife with a husband who would appreciate and love her and with whom they would create a happy future. She started to feel the signs of disappointment accumulating in her every day. Her parents always told her to wait for the man of her dreams, but Safina could wait no longer, especially after meeting Abdulwaheed.

The rain of bullets, however, didn’t deter Abdulwaheed from visiting the town as he was not new to the place. He was famous not for being rich or for being generous but for the difficult marital relationship he had with his first wife, Talatu, and five children. Safina didn’t mind that he was a bad husband and father to their kids, who left them alone to suffer while he enjoyed his reckless hearty life. This caught the eye of Daw Thirty Years, and she was mesmerized by the façade Abdulwaheed presented before her.

Since they came across each other, Abdulwaheed began spoiling Safina with material things, ranging from ornamental jewels to beautiful apparel and stacks of money. It was like he had the formula for laying down power where her heart was concerned. She was special, loved, and, at long last, wanted – sentiments that every lady admires most. He showered her with words of affection saying that he wanted someone like her by his side since she knew him better than Talatu.
Safina's friends warned her. They dragged her to the many times the man had failed in his responsibility as a husband and a father, how Talatu had been left to fend for their children and the house alone while Abdulwaheed roamed the streets for who knows what. However, all these Safina did not get a chance to see at all. To them, Abdulwaheed was not quite like them; even in their presence, she was misunderstood. “He has become different,” she says it. “He does exactly what I have said a man should do: he treats me like a queen. ”
And so, Safina ignored all the red flags and succumbed to Abdulwaheed’s proposal, hearsay and disapproval from relatives and friends. The wedding was the best, and Abdulwaheed did not conform to budgeting since Safina was well-dressed in the best dress. It seemed like this could be a fairy tale— at least it was till the time it was not.
However, once the excitement of the wedding wore off, the true Abdulwaheed began to reveal himself. His once kind gestures disappeared, replaced with a coldness that Safina could not understand. The gifts stopped. The money, which once flowed generously, dried up. When Safina asked about the change, Abdulwaheed would snap, blaming her for nagging or inventing problems. Within months of their marriage, Safina found herself trapped. Abdulwaheed had not only stopped providing for her, but he had also begun to mistreat her. He became cruel and demanding, expecting her to take on the responsibilities of his household without support. He would come home late, barely acknowledging her presence, and when he did, it was only to complain or make unreasonable demands. Safina’s world began to crumble. She saw firsthand the life that Talatu had endured for years—the neglect, the cruelty, the lack of support. She had been deceived by Abdulwaheed's initial charm, only to be trapped in the same misery Talatu had long suffered. The fairy tale she had imagined turned into a nightmare. Months passed, and Safina’s patience wore thin. She could no longer bear the pain and suffering Abdulwaheed had brought into her life.
The man who had once professed love for her now treated her as an afterthought, a mere inconvenience. She realized her mistake—she had fallen for a mirage, believing the sweet words and lavish gifts without seeing the truth. Finally, after much reflection, Safina made the difficult decision to leave Abdulwaheed. It wasn’t easy; there were moments of doubt and fear of the unknown. But Safina knew that staying with Abdulwaheed would only destroy her further.As she packed her things and prepared to leave, Safina reflected on the choices she had made. She had been blinded by material things, by the desire to be loved, and had ignored the signs that were so clear to everyone around her. Abdulwaheed had never changed; he had simply pretended to be someone else long enough to deceive her.Safina returned to her family, wiser and more cautious. She had learned a painful lesson—one that Talatu had known for years. True love is not bought with gifts and promises, and a person’s character is not something that can be hidden for long. What matters most in any relationship is respect, responsibility, and kindness—qualities Abdulwaheed never possessed.
In the end, she emerged stronger and more aware of the true value of love. She now knew that material things could never replace genuine care and responsibility, and that rushing into marriage with the wrong person could bring a lifetime of regret.

I visited my cousin’s house about a week now. I was excited to see him, but when I got there, I noticed something very interesting, it was a small dog.

Shaa, I’m not usually a fan of dogs. They can be loud and jumpy, and I usually prefer to stay away from them. But this little dog was different. It had curly hair all over and was so small and friendly. It shaked it's so fast when I walked in, and I couldn’t help but smile.

At first, I watched the dog from a distance, but as time passed, I got closer. I sat down, and the dog came up to me, looking up with its big, sparkling eyes. It cuddled my hand playfully, asking for some love. I started to pet it, and lol, I'll be truthful, it was adorable.

As I spent more time with my cousin and the dog, I realized something, I was starting to like dogs. Not all dogs, but this special little dog. We played together, and it made me laugh with its silly hop from here and there.

Now that I’m back home, I can’t stop thinking about that little dog. I want one for myself! But then I remember that having a dog means spending money and taking care of it. I know I would have to make sure it eats well and stays healthy.

I felt really different today. When I got to school, I wanted to smile and play, but instead, I just felt like sitting quietly in a corner.

All my friends were laughing and chatting about things. I love to talk and share stories, but today, I didn’t want to talk at all. I just wanted to listen to my music through my headphones, abi air pods.

Everyone was busy talking about shoes or funny things that happened, but I just nodded my head and smiled. Inside, I felt like I wasn't really there, like I was a balloon that lost its air.

Some of my friends came over to me and tried to talk, but I didn’t say much. I just wanted to listen to my music and relax. I didn’t know why I felt this way. I usually love talking and gossiping, but today was different.

As the day went on, I started to feel a bit better. I thought maybe it was just one of those days, and tomorrow would be fun again. It was okay to take a break today.

I was call to represent my football team in a community meeting. When the meeting started, the Chairman stood at the front, smiling and welcoming everyone. I listened carefully as people began to share their concerns and ideas. I was amazed at how cooperative everyone was about making our town a better place, I had thought that I would be meeting the village touts but no. Some spoke about improving local foot ball fields, while others discussed the need for better Agencies that could attract external relationships .

Finally, it was my turn to speak. I walked up to the front, my heart pounding. I looked out at the crowd and took another deep breath. “Hello, everyone! My name is Destiny and I’m here to share some ideas from my neighborhood.

I talked about our community set ups and how unorganized we were which needed more support, and how we could create fun events to bring people together. The crowd listened, some even nodding in agreement. As I spoke, I felt kingly inside. This was my moment to shine.

After I finished, I received applause, and I felt a big smile spread across my face, I couldn't even control it. I returned to my seat, my heart still racing, but i still felt proud as i listened as the redt made their nice contributions.

As people started to leave, many came up to me and said how much they liked my ideas.
That alone would be sufficient to make my whole week.

The music was loud, and everyone was dancing. Obi saw a girl named Ada. She was dancing and smiling, and she looked so happy!
In the spirit of the happiness, Obi decided to move closer, she might as well welcome the lonely man.

Obi wanted to dance with her and have fun together all night long.
So, he walked over to Ada and said, "Can you dance with me?" She smiled and said yes! They started to dance together. It felt really nice.

After dancing for a while, Obi joked with Ada and said, "Can you count to ten?" They both giggled, and it made them feel even closer. But inside, Obi felt a little nervous. He really liked her and wanted to tell her but worried if she would like him back.

Then, Ada looked up at him and said, "Don’t worry! Just be yourself." Obi felt better when he heard that. So instead of being scared, he said, "let’s enjoy this fun night together!"

They kept dancing and laughing, holding hands and forgetting about everything else around them. The bright lights and happy music made them feel like they were in their own special place.

And from there, something grew.
I know love is not found in clubs or its likes, but Obi found his own in that party.

Once upon time, back in those days as a young guy. My girlfriend told me she was going over to her friends place for a visit and possibly sleepover. I asked which of her friends and she told me her bestie, Richard. They've been friends for years, longer than even our relationship. I helped her pack the few clothes she needed while she ordered Uber. We chatted and talked throughout her trip to his place. Then I got busy and attended to other things. Few hours later, around 8PM, my phone rang and it was my baby.
"Hello, love, you didn't even call me to find out if I've gotten here."
I replied, "Sorry, baby, I was just about to call you."
"Okay, love. I got here over an hour ago, the traffic was crazy."
"Pele my love, how's Richard?"
"He's fine, he's here. Richard, my baby is saying hi."
"King King, I greet you brother!"
I heard Richard shout over the phone. I smiled.
"Okay baby, Richard want to prepare dinner and since I don't want to die of food poisoning, I have to monitor his kitchen duties."
"Alright love, you guys should have..."
"Big head, I thought you said you have Yoghurt in the fridge, I'm not seeing anything."
Sandra's voice interrupted my call.
"Check the freezer" I said to her.
"Baby, who's that?"
My girlfriend asked.
"Oh, it's my friend"
"Which friend?"
"Sandra, my bestie. She just came in a few minutes ago."
"You didn't tell me Sandra was coming".
"I didn't know she was coming, but she was passing through and decided to stop by so I asked her to sleepover."
My girlfriend ended the call immediately. One hour later, around past 9PM, I heard a knock on the door.
It was my girlfriend. She was back with her things.
Fear Women.

Not much happened today but since I am skilled to make out a story from nothing, let me talk about a minor incident that happened while I was on my way back from evening service.

My eyes met little girl who was holding the hand of an old man, a weak figure who appeared to struggle with his sight. The darkness was settling in around us, but the little girl held him tightly and determined.

Suddenly, I heard the old man mumbled some words that sounded like a kind statement. Even though he was speaking loudly, I couldn't understand a thing he said; his voice was muffled and unclear. But the little girl seemed to understand him perfectly. She let out a joyful laugh and replied, "Grandpa, I think you're being funny!"

When I saw the old man smile with satisfaction, I couldn't help but feel a warmth in my heart. I just loved the fact that the little child, whether she understood or not, didnt give room for the old man to feel bad or forlorn.

I'm sorry for the late story, we had a two days program.

With big relief of finally finishing my exams. I had planned to travel today to avoid waiting until Tuesday, and I was excited for a change of environment. But little did I know, my day was about to take an unexpected turn.

Out of nowhere, someone tried to snatch my side bag but I quickly grabbed hold of it, and the thief managed to tear the leather before running off. I was shaken but grateful that nothing was stolen. I quickly folded my side bag into my traveling bag and continued on my way.

When I arrived at the bus park, I paid for my ticket and boarded the bus. Exhausted from the morning's drama, I closed my eyes for a bit. But when I woke up, I was surprised to see a familiar face staring back at me (my old friend) We hadn't spoken in years, and I wasn't sure what to say.

I broke the silence by asking how she was doing, but she just replied "nevermind" and sat down. The atmosphere was awkward, but I figured there was no use dwelling on the past. We were both on this journey now, and I might as well make the most of it.

So, I decided to just enjoy the ride and not let the awkwardness get to me. Maybe this chance encounter would lead to a new beginning or a closure. Either way, I was determined to make the most of this journey and not let the past define it.