Man Sues Wife Over Ugly Children, Judge Orders Wife To Pay $120,000

A man, Jian Feng reportedly suedhis wife for giving birth to what he called an “incredibly ugly” girl.“I married my wife out of love, but as soon as we had our first daughter, we began having marital issues. Our daughter was incredibly ugly, to the point where it horrified me.”Initially Jian accused his wife of infidelity because he knew he could never be the father of an unattractive child. However, DNAtests proved that the child was indeed his. Feng’s wife then came clean and admitted she had about $100,000 worth of cosmetic surgery done in South Korea before they met.Feng sued his wife on grounds of false pretenses, for not telling him the truth about the plastic surgery, and duping him into believing that she was beautiful. A judge agreed with Feng’s argument and ordered his wife topay $120,000.

My First Time In A Cinema...... True story

Whenever I do something for the first time, I like to restrict my company to me, myself and I to minimise the chances of awkward moments.

I asked one of friends for cinema tips and she told me I would be needing at least N5000 if I wanted to have a good time.

This happened way back in 2011 and 5K was definitely going to drain my monthly feeding allowance.
I thought of letting the idea slide until those hard-working Alaba boys compress recent premiered movies into their 100 naira DVD.

"Give me a breakdown of this 5K?" I asked my friend enthusiastically.
"I know say you na bike madam but please keep 2.K for cab. 1.5K for your movie ticket. 1K for popcorn and coke."
That was when I vexed.
"So if I don't eat popcorn and drink coke, the movie would not be sweet eh? I thought popcorn is 50-100 Naira?"
She opined that popcorn was necessary if I didn't want to feel left out as I intended going alone.
"Whether you like it or not, you are supposed to chew a few grains every five minutes interval during the movie because everybody would be doing that."

I drew up a new budget but I still couldn't squeeze out that 5k to give myself a treat at the end of the month.
When my BBM contact posted a pm of movie tickets in Silverbird Uyo selling for as low as N100, I went crazy.
The rumours were unbelievable but true.
God bless Governor Akpabio.
This was coming at a time my Uyo based aunt invited me over for holidays. Talk about killing two birds with one stone.

But trust humans and their greedy nature.
When I got to Uyo, I procrastinated in hanging out to the cinema until that N100 began to feel like one huge sum of money.
"Na wa o. Why can't Governor Akpabio slash the money from N100 to N50?" I asked my cousin.
"Haba Naijasinglegirl, don't you have conscience?" A look of disappointment had registered on her face .
"Okay. How much is popcorn? I'm sure its N30 if a movie ticket is N100."
"Its still N500 please."
"Na wa o. So this 419 popcorn is everywhere abi? Coke nko?" I asked.
"N250."
"Rubbish!"

When my holiday was 3 days due, I didn't need anyone to remind me why I visited to Uyo.

* * *

Half way to the cinema, the N700 cab I took developed a fault and the driver had to brake somewhere to fix it. Fortunately, he parked his vehicle beside a corn/pear vendor.
I alighted and bought two roasted corns and pears.
I had was chewing my corn quietly when I sighted a small supermarket across the road. I wrapped the remaining pear/corn for my nephew and crossed over.
When I got there, I found macro sized wraps of popcorn by the counter.
Suddenly, an idea struck me. I was going to take the N100 promo to a whole new level. If this cinema people thought they could eat my money and run, they were in for a shocker!
"How much is your popcorn?"
"N100 for one nylon."
I strolled over to the refrigerator.
"Do you have coke?"
"Just the canned coke."
"Give me Lacasera then."
The seller didn't have N100 change so I told her to add two sachets of caprisonne.
My plans were to find a neat,used paper bag with silverbird logo at the cinema and empty my cheap popcorn inside so everyone will think I bought it there.

When I arrived the cinema, the entire premises was cramped. The awoof bug had caught Uyo. I heard people came in from neighbouring states to enjoy the cheapest movie rates in the world. Some were even sitting on the carpet.
Some had shattered my hopes by stamping their dirty foot on the used popcorn paper packs so my plans were no longer feasible.

I got my N100 ticket for one Adam Sandler's comedy.
As I made to step into the hall, one of the attendants stopped me.
"May I see what's inside your bag."
"Why do you have to search me?" I began to para.
I looked around and noticed others entering other halls were not spared.
He explained that's the new company policy so no one goes in with any item that is not sold at silverbird. According to him, the price slash had led to an abuse of the arena as someone was caught eating from a foodflask of goat meat some days back and now there was a big rat they've been trying to kill in the cinema without success.

That was when my silly roasted corn decided to smell!
The attendant forcefully unzipped my half open bag and brought out my nonsense items one by one starting with the pear.
I just wanted the ground to swallow me. How was I going to start explaining izzz nottt myyy roasted cornnn eh? Abi the Lacsera that is meant only for traffic? Abi the mama ronke popcorn in my bag or is it the cheap caprisonne?

The guy was shocked. He put all my items into a basket and told me he would hand them back when I was done with the movie. If only he knew I dashed him all of it in my mind.

I couldn't concentrate on my movie. Adam Sandler was suddenly unfunny and annoying. All I thought of was how I was going to subtly dodge the attendant on my way out.
As soon as the movie ended, I blended in with crowd going out but the busybody attendant was still able to pick me out.
"Brother, you've forgotten your corn and pear oh" He said, while he handed me the Lacasera and other items in the full glare of all those hot boys and hot girls.
I collected it shamefully and avoided everyone eyes. My only consolation was no familiar face was present to witness that sort of embarrassment.

Delayed Tins (+18)

She called that she was downstairs, Ireally wanted to believe but the fact is she had cancelled parole at the last minute several times atleast 7 times. Did I really want her to come? Yes, absolutely. Was I sure she was downstairs, Maybe and maybe not butI seriously wanted her to come.The truth is I played my cards right, I was a gentleman, I was helpful at the points where I should be, its justthat it seems like she isn’t ready yet. By ready yet, I mean to come over, I had already been to her place like 3 times, spent time with her friends, made out a few times but notas much as we both wanted.I rushed to the balcony of my house and looked below, I saw a car at the front of my gate with a light skin lady in front beside the driver. I dressed up and went downstairs. I ushered her upstairs, we went straight for the bedroom.She claimed to be tired and dove straight into bed after removing her sandals, she was a beauty to behold, petite with boobs larger than her body. My goodness, this evening just got more interesting. We laid side by side on the bed looking at the ceiling, talking and enjoying the warm reminiscent of her room mates, describing the ones with boyfriends issues. A little back story, her friend hooked us up, she claimed she gave the best blowjob in town.In my usual randy way, I tried to hook up with her but she claimed bornagain, my initial knowledge of her is that she was a runz girl. I tried to relate with her on that level and I was dealt a huge blow, she insulted me like mad, so I apologised and stepped back. There is nothing that aa few weeks of quiet can’t resolve.A few months down the line, we were back talking and began our loving you things.lolI had visited and things were on track just that we never ever got her to coming over because she knew we would have sex, I kept my calm. This would explain my not so enthusiastic feeling about her sayingshe was downstairs.Being with her here is actually more fun than I expected, the gist got funnier and the atmosphere got moresensual, I moved closer to her, she faced me and our lips found each other in a slow, wet kiss. It felt better than those ones we had while we were in her house. Our tongues continued to explore each other’s mouths in what I can only define as incredible.She wore a light transparent flimsy shirt, my hands softly rubbed her face, held face closer to mine, before going down into her chest, those boobs were waiting for my hands, I ran my hands slowly all over them. I unbuttoned the shirts while my tongue was still in her mouth.My hand began probing inside her bra to bring out the goodies, she didn’t interrupt me, it felt like everything is fine as long as she had my lips to kiss.My lips moved from her lips to her earlobes, sucking and licking them intermittently, the tip of my tongue trailing down her body to her chest, Ipulled down her bra, a huge mound of her boobs was revealed, I sucked round her areola before slapping my tongue back and forth over her nipples.As my tongue continued sucking and licking, the nipples began to harden, she began to moan, pulling my body deeper into her body, I pulled down the bra on the other side of her boobs, and moved my mouth to the other nipple. Softly and gently licking the tip of the nipple, like the dog licks water. The faster I licked, the more moans increased, as her moans increased, her body began to move , urging me to continue sucking more. She dragged my head off her chest brought it back to her face, kissing me like her life depended on it.She took her tongue on licking spree,licking my eyes, my forehead, my teeth, I allowed my already bulging erection to rub gently against her inner thighs. She positioned my body better in between her thighs, pushedmy face further into her chest, my mouth got a hold of one nipple, sucked and licked as much as I could.The feeling was getting me more excited, her moans dint stop, she locked me in between her thighs. she crossed her legs over me, making sure I stayed put where I was, sucking the nipples like its my job, I enjoyed the job thoroughly.At intervals when the sensation getsinto her brain, she would lift her head up from the bed, kiss my forehead. She untangled her legs, I got off her and laid down, that was when the jolly ride began.She got unto and asked for my condom, I brought out one from my bedside drawer, she put it by the side, she climbed ontop of me and put my hands over themselves and tuckedthem underneath my head, secret code for don’t get involved in this.I waited patiently, as she removed allher attires leaving only her panties on, she started by kissing my forehead, to my nose, to my lips for quite a while. She proceeded downwards, I started to get excited because I knew she would finally get to my dick, and then I can judge if she was as great as she acclaimed to be.Before she got to my John Thomas, she made a bit of a detour to my nipples, the way she used the flat part of her tongue and tip of her tongue made me see stars, It added an incredible percentage to my already turned on state.She unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled it down to my knees along side my boxer, freeing the monster. Expertly, manoeuvring her hands, she grabbed my dick, stroked it back and forth, squeezed it and stroked it upward, my pre-come oozed out of the tip, she sucked it off and swallowed it.Goodness me!!!! I was wowed by her performance and she hadn’t even started, she kissed and licked the tip of my dick. She rubbed the tip of her tongue over the pee hole of my dick and slowly sucked my dick down her throat. Unknowingly, with my hands underneath my head, a wide smile appeared on my face.She began to to burp up and down the dick, sucking it with pleasure, spitting at it, grabbing the dick, stroking it first, my hips were turning and jerking of their own accord, it was unprecedented. All i wanted to do right now is hold her head, and thrust my dick further intoher mouth, let it get down there. I held up my end of the bargain, she sucked me and sucked me, I was blownaway by her skills, my ball bags weren’t left out, careful detailing with the tip of the tongue, she was an expert in the use of the tip of the tongue.After the torment with her mouth, she moved her panty to the side, made my dick flat against my belly, she began to rub her pussy lips against my hard dick, I watched her do this while marvelling at the ernomous size of the boobs that shook as the moved back and forth on my dick. I was sweet, my prayers were answered when she pulled out one of my arms from me and attachedto one of her boobs.I was a happy man, I removed the second and grabbed her ass, and pressed it deeper as she slid back andforth on my dick, her hands were on my chest for balance as her waist rolled over my turgid dick, her moans became louder, I could feel my dick wetter than normal, she grabbed the condom, tore it open and put it on, and glided her pussy into my dick, riding me, the pussy was exactly how i needed it to be, free and tight at the same time.She began to ride harder and harder, my hands still strategically placed, one on her boobs, the other on her ass, pulling her deeper into my dick. One of her hands was by the other side of her waist while one was in thehair, the feeling and the ecstacy wasbeyond what I could comprehend, the feeling overshadowed whatever was going around my surrounding. I shot my cum deep into the condom but continued to fuck her, her intensity became higher, she was fucking me to free up her pussy, she continued to go wilder and wilder until she cum, with sweat soaked face, she kissed me wet, I thoroughly enjoyed every bit of it.She climbed down off of me and disappeared into the bathroom, I wasn’t sure if to tell her friend that she was right about her friend or just let it slide. Whichever way, my night was surely well spent, it was worth all the wait.

Buhari vs Jonathan: Beyond the Election, by Charles Soludo

I need to preface this article with a few clarifications. I have taken a long sabbatical leave from partisan politics, and it is real fun watching the drama from the balcony.  Having had my own share of public service (I do not need a job from government), I now devote my time and energy in pursuit of other passions, especially abroad.

A few days ago, I read an article in Thisday entitled “Where is Charles Soludo?”, and my answer is that I am still there, only that I have been too busy with extensive international travels to participate in or comment on our national politics and economy. But I occasionally follow events at home. Since the survival and prosperity of Nigeria are at stake, the least some of us (albeit, non-partisan) must do is to engage in public debate. As the elections approach, I owe a duty to share some of my concerns.

In September 2010, I wrote a piece entitled “2011 Elections: Let the Real Debate Begin” and published by Thisday. I understand the Federal Executive Council discussed it, and the Minister of Information rained personal attacks on me during the press briefing. I noted more than six newspaper editorials in support of the issues we raised.

Beside other issues we raised, our main thesis was that the macro economy was dangerously adrift, with little self-insurance mechanisms (and a prediction that if oil prices fell below $40, many state governments would not be able to pay salaries). I gave a subtle hint at easy money and exchange rate depreciations because I did not want to panic the market with a strong statement. Sadly, on the eve of the next elections, literally everything we hinted at has happened.  Part of my motivation for this article is that five years after, the real debate is still not happening.

The presidential election next month will be won by either Buhari or Jonathan. For either, it is likely to be a pyrrhic victory. None of them will be able to deliver on the fantastic promises being made on the economy, and if oil prices remain below $60, I see very difficult months ahead, with possible heady collisions with labour, civil society, and indeed the citizenry. To be sure, the presidential election will not be decided by the quality of ‘issues’ or promises canvassed by the candidates.

The debates won’t also change much (except if there is a major gaffe by either candidate like Tofa did in the debate with Abiola). My take is that more than 95% of the likely voters have pretty much made up their minds based largely on other considerations. A few of us remain undecided.

During my brief visit to Nigeria, I watched some of the campaign rallies on television. The tragedy of the current electioneering campaigns is that both parties are missing the golden opportunity to sensitize the citizenry about the enormous challenges ahead and hence mobilize them for the inevitable sacrifices they would be called upon to make soon. Each is promising an El-Dorado.

Let me admit that the two main parties talk around the major development challenges—corruption, insecurity, economy (unemployment/poverty, power, infrastructure, etc) health, education, etc. However, it is my considered view that none of them has any credible agenda to deal with the issues, especially within the context of the evolving global economy and Nigeria’s broken public finance.

The UK Conservative Party’s manifesto for the last election proudly announced that all its programmes were fully costed and were therefore implementable. Neither APC nor PDP can make a similar claim.  A plan without the dollar or Naira signs to it is nothing but a wish-list. They are not telling us how much each of their promises will cost and where they will get the money. None talks about the broken or near bankrupt public finance and the strategy to fix it.
Goodluck-Jonathan-new
In response to the question of where the money will come from, I heard one of the politicians say that the problem of Nigeria was not money but the management of resources. This is half-truth. The problem is both. No matter how efficient a father (with a monthly salary of N50,000) is at managing the family resources, I cannot see how he could deliver on a promise to buy a brand new Peugeot 406 for each of his three children in a year.

Even with all the loopholes and waste closed, with increased efficiency per dollar spent, there is still a binding budget constraint. To deliver an efficient national transport infrastructure alone will still cost tens of billions of dollars per annum even by corruption-free, cost-effective means.  Did I hear that APC promises a welfare system that will pay between N5,000 and N10,000 per month to the poorest 25 million Nigerians?  Just this programme alone will cost between N1.5 and N3 trillion per annum.

Add to this the cost of free primary education plus free meal (to be funded by the federal budget or would it force non-APC state governments to implement the same?), plus some millions of public housing, etc. I have tried to cost some of the promises by both the APC and the PDP, given alternative scenarios for public finance and the numbers don’t add up.  Nigerians would be glad to know how both parties would fund their programmes.

Do they intend to accentuate the huge public debt, or raise taxes on the soon to-be-beleaguered private businesses, or massively devalue the naira to rake in baskets of naira from the dwindling oil revenue, or embark on huge fiscal retrenchment with the sack of labour and abandonment of projects, and which areas of waste do they intend to close and how much do they estimate to rake in from them, etc?

I remember that Chief Obafemi Awolowo was asked similar questions in 1978 and 1979 about his promises of free education and free medical services. Even as a teenager, I was impressed by how he reeled out  figures about the amounts he would save from various ‘waste’ including the tea/coffee served in government offices. The point is that at least he did his homework and had his numbers and I give credit to his team.

Some 36 years later, the quality of political debate and discourse seems to border on the pedestrian. From the quality of its team, I did not expect much from the current government, but I must confess that I expected APC as a party aspiring to take over from PDP to come up with a knock-out punch. Evidently, from what we have read from the various versions of its manifesto as well as the depth of promises being made, it does not seem that it has a better offer.

Let me digress a bit to refresh our memory on where we are, and thus provide the context in which to evaluate the promises being made to us. Recall that the key word of the 2015 budget is ‘austerity’.  Austerity? This is just within a few months of the fall in oil prices. History repeats itself in a very cruel way, as this was exactly what happened under the Shehu Shagari administration.

Under the Shagari government, oil price reached its highest in 1980/81. During the same period, Nigeria ratcheted up its consumption and all tiers of government were in competition as to which would out-borrow the other. Huge public debt was the consequence. When oil prices crashed in early 1982, the National Assembly then passed the Economic Stabilization (Austerity Measures) Act in one day— going through the first, second, and third readings the same day.

The austerity measures included the rationing of ‘essential commodities’ and most states owed salary arrears. Corruption was said to be pervasive, and as Sani Abacha said in that famous coup speech, ‘unemployment has reached unacceptable proportions and our hospitals have become mere consulting clinics’.

General Muhammadu Buhari/Tunde Idiagbon regime made the fight against corruption and restoration of discipline the cardinal point of their administration which lasted for 20 months. I am not sure they had a credible plan to get the economy out of the doldrums (although it must be admitted that poverty incidence in Nigeria as of 1985 when they left office was a just46%— according to the Federal Office of Statistics).

We have come full circle. If the experience under Shagari could be excused as an unexpected shock, what Nigeria is going through now is a consequence of our deliberate wrong choices.  We have always known that the unprecedented oil boom (in both price and quantity—despite oil theft) of the last six years is temporary but the government chose to treat it as a permanent shock. The parallels with the Shagari regime are troubling.

First, at the time of oil boom, Nigeria again went on a consumption spree such that the budgets of the last five years can best be described as ‘consumption budgets’, with new borrowing by the federal government exceeding the actual expenditure on critical infrastructure. Second, not one penny was added to the stock of foreign reserves at a period Nigeria earned hundreds of billions from oil.

For comparisons, President Obasanjo met about $5 billion in foreign reserves, and the average monthly oil price for the 72 months he was in office was $38, and yet he left $43 billion in foreign reserves after paying $12 billion to write-off Nigeria’s external debt. In the last five years, the average monthly oil price has been over $100, and the quantity also higher but our foreign reserves have been declining and exchange rate depreciating.

I note that when I assumed office as Governor of CBN, the stock of foreign reserves was $10 billion. The average monthly oil price during my 60 months in office was $59, but foreign reserve reached the all-time peak of $62 billion (and despite paying $12 billion for external debt, and losing over $15 billion during the unprecedented global financial and economic crisis) I left behind $45 billion.

Recall also that our exchange rate continuously appreciated during this period and was at N117 to the dollar before the global crisis and we deliberately allowed it to depreciate in order to preserve our reserves.  My calculation is that if the economy was better managed, our foreign reserves should have been between $102 –$118 billion and exchange rate around N112 before the fall in oil prices. As of now, the reserves should be around $90 billion and exchange rate no higher than N125 per dollar.

Third, the rate of public debt accumulation at a time of unprecedented boom had no parallel in the world.  While the Obasanjo administration bought and enlarged the policy space for Nigeria, the current government has sold and constricted it.  What debt relief did for Nigeria was to liberate Nigerian policymakers from the intrusive conditionalities of the creditors and thereby truly allowing Nigeria independence in its public policy.

How have we used the independence?  Through our own choices, we have yet again tied the hands of future policymakers. This time, the debt is not necessarily to foreign creditor institutions/governments which are organized under the Paris club but largely to private agents which is even more volatile. We call it domestic debt. But if one carefully unpacks the bond portfolio, what percentage of it is held by foreign private agents? And I understand the Government had removed the speed bumps we kept to slow the speed of capital flight, and someone is sweating to explain the gyrations in foreign reserves. I am just smiling!

In sum, the mismanagement of our economy has brought us once more to the brink. Government officials rely on the artificial construct of debt to GDP ratio to tell us we can borrow as much as we want.  That is nonsense, especially for an economy with a mono but highly volatile source of revenue and forex earnings. The chicken will soon come home to roost.

Today, the combined domestic and external debt of the Federal Government is in excess of $40 billion. Add to this the fact that abandoned capital projects littered all over the country amount to over $50 billion.  No word yet on other huge contingent liabilities.  If oil prices continue to fall, I bet that Nigeria will soon have a heavy debt burden even with low debt to GDP ratio.

Furthermore, given the current and capital account regime, it is evident that Nigeria does not have enough foreign reserves to adequately cover for imports plus short term liabilities.  In essence, we are approaching the classic of what the Shagari government faced, and no wonder the hasty introduction of ‘austerity measures’ again.

Fourth, poverty incidence and unemployment are also simultaneously at all-time high levels. According to the NBS, poverty incidence grew to 69%  in 2010 and projected to be 71% in 2011, with unemployment at 24%.  This is the worst record in Nigeria’s history, and the paradox is that this happened during the unprecedented oil boom.

*Jonathan and Buhari

One theme I picked up listening to the campaign rallies as well as to some of the propagandists is the confusion about measuring government “performance”. Most people seem to confuse ‘inputs’, or ‘processes’ with output. Earlier this month, I had a dinner with a group of friends (14 of us) and we were chit-chatting about Nigeria. One of us, an associate of President Jonathan veered off to repeat a propaganda mantra that Jonathan had outperformed his predecessors.

He also reminded us that Jonathan re-based the GDP and that Nigeria is now the biggest economy in Africa; etc.  It was fun listening to the response by others. In sum, the group agreed that the President had ‘outperformed’ his predecessors except that it is in reverse order.

First, my friend was educated that re-basing the GDP is no achievement: it is a routine statistical exercise, and depending on the base year that you choose, you get a different GDP figure.  Re-basing the GDP has nothing to do with government policy. Besides, as naira-dollar exchange rate continues to depreciate, the GDP in current dollars will also shrink considerably soon.

We were reminded of Jonathan’s agricultural ‘revolution’. But someone cut in and noted that for all the propaganda, the growth rate of the agricultural sector in the last five years still remains far below the performance under Obasanjo. One of us reminded him that no other president had presided over the slaughter of about 15,000 people by insurgents in a peacetime; no other president earned up to 50% of the amount of resources the current government earned from oil and yet with very little outcomes; no other president had the rate of borrowing; none had significant forex earnings and yet did not add one penny to foreign reserves but losing international reserves at a time of boom; no other president had a depreciating exchange rate at a time of export boom; at no time in Nigeria’s history has poverty reached 71% (even under Abacha, it was 67 -70%); and under no other president did unemployment reach 24%. Surely, these are unprecedented records and he surely ‘outperformed’ his predecessors!  What a satire!

One of those present took the satire to some level by comparing Jonathan to the ‘performance’ of the former Governor of Anambra, Peter Obi.  He noted that while Obi gloated about ‘savings’, there is no signature project to remember his regime except that his regime took the first position among all states in Nigeria in the democratization of poverty—- mass impoverishment of the people of Anambra. According to the National Bureau of Statistics, poverty rose under his watch in Anambra from 20% in 2004 (lowest in Nigeria then) to 68% in 2010 (a 238% deterioration!).

Our friend likened it to a father who had no idea of what to do with his resources and was celebrating his fat bank account while his children were dying of kwashiorkor.  He pointed out that since it is the likes of Peter Obi who are the advisers to Jonathan on how to manage the economy (thereby confusing micromanagement which you do as a trader with macro governance) it is little wonder that poverty is fast becoming another name for Nigeria. It was a very hilarious evening.

My advice to President Jonathan and his handlers is to stop wasting their time trying to campaign on his job record. Those who have decided to vote for him will not do so because he has taken Nigeria to the moon. His record on the economy is a clear ‘F’ grade. As one reviews the laundry list of micro interventions the government calls its achievements, one wonders whether such list is all that the government could deliver with an unprecedented oil boom and an unprecedented public debt accumulation.

I can clearly see why reasonable people are worried.  Everywhere else in the world, government performance on the economy is measured by some outcome variables such as: income (GDP growth rate), stability of prices (inflation and exchange rate), unemployment rate, poverty rate, etc. On all these scores, this government has performed worse than its immediate predecessor— Obasanjo regime. If we appropriately adjust for oil income and debt, then this government is the worst in our history on the economy. All statistics are from the National Bureau of Statistics.

Despite presiding over the biggest oil boom in our history, it has not added one percentage point to the growth rate of GDP compared to the Obasanjo regime especially the 2003- 07 period.  Obasanjo met GDP growth rate at 2% but averaged 7% within 2003- 07. The current government has been stuck at 6% despite an unprecedented oil boom.  Income (GDP) growth has actually performed worse, and poverty escalated.

This is the only government in our history where rapidly increasing government expenditure was associated with increasing poverty. The director general of NBS stated in his written press conference address in 2011 that about 112 million Nigerians were living in poverty. Is this the record to defend?  Obama had a tough time in his re-election in 2012 because unemployment reached 8%. Here, unemployment is at a record 24% and poverty at an all-time 71% but people are prancing around, gloating about ‘performance’.

As I write, the Naira exchange rate to the dollar is $210 at the parallel market. What a historic performance! Please save your breathe and save us the embarrassment. The President promised Nigeria nothing in the last election and we did not get value for money. He should this time around present us with his plan for the future, and focus on how he would redeem himself in the second term—if he wins!

Sadly the government’s economic team is very weak, dominated by self-interested and self-conflicted group of traders and businessmen, and so-called economic team meetings have been nothing but showbiz time. The very people government exists to regulate have seized the levers of government as policymakers and most government institutions have largely been “privatized” to them.

Mention any major government department or agency and someone will tell you whom it has been ‘allocated’ to, and the person subsequently nominates his minion to occupy the seat.  What do you then expect? The economy seems to be on auto pilot, with confusion as to who is in charge, and government largely as a constraint. There are no big ideas, and it is difficult to see where economic policy is headed to.

My thesis is that the Nigerian economy, if properly managed, should have been growing at an annual rate of about 12% given the oil boom, and poverty and unemployment should have fallen dramatically over the last five years. This is topic for another day.

So far, the Government’s response to the self-inflicted crisis is, at best, laughable. They blame external shocks as if we did not expect them and say nothing about the terrible policy choices they made. The National Assembly had described the 2015 budget as unrealistic. The fiscal adjustments proposed in the 2015 budget simply play to the gallery and just to pander to our emotions.

For a $540 billion economy, the so-called luxury tax amounts to zero per cent of GDP.  If the current trend continues, private businesses will come under a heavy crunch soon. Having put economics on its head during the boom time, the Government now proposes to increase taxes during a prospective downturn and impose austerity measures. Unbelievable!

Fortuitously, just as he succeeded Shagari when Nigeria faced similar situations, Buhari is once more seeking to lead Nigeria. But times have changed, and Nigeria is largely different. First, this is a democracy and dealing with corruption must happen within the ambit of the rule of law and due process. Getting things done in a democracy requires complicated bargaining, especially where the legislature, labour, the media, and civil society have become strong and entrenched.

Second, the size, structure and institutions of the economy have fundamentally altered. The market economy, especially the capital market and foreign exchange market, impose binding constraints and discipline on any regime.   Third, dealing with most of the other issues— insecurity, unemployment/poverty, infrastructure, health, education, etc, require increased, smarter, and more efficient spending. Increased spending when the economy is on the reverse gear?

If oil prices remain between 40- 60 dollars over the next two years, the current policy regime guarantees that foreign reserves will continue the precipitous depletion with the attendant exchange rate depreciation, as well as a probable unsustainable escalation in debt accumulation, fiscal retrenchment or taxing the private sector with vengeance. The scenario does not look pretty.

The poor choices made by the current government have mortgaged the future, and the next government would have little room to manoeuvre and would inevitably undertake drastic but painful structural adjustments. Nigerians loathe the term ‘structural adjustment’. With falling real wages and depreciating currency, I can see any belated attempt  by the government to deal with the bloated public sector pitching it against a feisty labour.  I worry about regime stability in the coming months, and I do not envy the next team.

The seeming crisis is not destiny; it is self-imposed. However, we must see it as an opportunity to be seized to fundamentally restructure Nigeria’s political economy, including its fiscal federalism and mineral rights. The current system guarantees cycles of consumption loop and I cannot see sustainable long term prosperity without major systemic overhaul. The proposals at the national conference merely tinker at the margins.

In totality, the outcome of the national conference is to do more of the same, with minor amendments on the system of sharing and consumption rather than a fundamental overhaul of the system for productivity and prosperity. President Jonathan promises to implement the report of the national conference if he wins. I commend him for at least offering ‘something’, albeit, marginal in my view. I have not heard anything from the APC or Buhari regarding the national conference report or what kind of federalism they envisage for Nigeria.

In Nigeria’s recent history, two examples under the military and civilian governments demonstrate that where the political will exists, Nigeria has the capacity to overcome severe challenges.  The first was under President Babangida. Not many Nigerians appreciate that given the near bankrupt state of Nigeria’s finances and requirements for debt resolution under the Paris Club, the country had little choice but to undertake the painful structural adjustment programme (SAP).

I want to state for the record that the foundation for the current market economy we operate in Nigeria was laid by that regime (liberalization of markets including market determined exchange rate, private sector-led economy including licensing of private banks and insurance, de-regulation, privatization of public enterprises under TCPC, etc). Just abolishing the import licensing regime was a fundamental policy revolution. Despite the criticisms, these policy thrusts have remained the pillars of our deepening market economy, and the economy recovered from almost negative growth rate to average 5.5% during the regime and poverty incidence at 42% in 1992.

Under our democratic experience, President Obasanjo inherited a bankrupt economy (with the lost decade of the 1990’s GDP growth rate of 2.2% and hence zero per capita income growth for the decade). His regime consolidated and deepened the market economy structures (consolidation of the banking system which is powering the emergence of a new but truly private sector-led economy and simultaneously led to a new awareness and boom in the capital market;

telecommunications revolution; new pension regime; debt relief which won for Nigeria policy independence from the World Bank and Paris Club; deepening of de-regulation and  privatization including the unbundling of NEPA under PHCN for privatization; agricultural revolution that saw yearly growth rate of over 6% and remains unsurpassed ever since;

sound monetary and fiscal policy and growing foreign reserves that gave confidence to investors; establishment of the Africa Finance Corporation which is leading infrastructure finance in Africa; backward integration policy that saw the establishment and growth of Dangote cement and others; established ICPC and EFCC to fight corruption, etc).

The economy roared to average yearly growth of 7% between 2003 and 2007 (although average monthly oil price under his regime was $38), and poverty dropped from estimated 70% in1999 to 54% in 2004.   Obasanjo was his own coordinating minister of the economy and chairman of the economic management team— which he chaired for 90 minutes every week. I met with him daily.  In other words, he did not outsource economic management.

We expected that the next government after Obasanjo would take the economy to the next level.  So far, we have had two great slogans: the 7-point agenda and currently, the transformation agenda. They remain empty slogans without content or direction.

Let me suggest that the fundamental challenge for the next government on the economy can be framed around the goal of creating twelve million jobs over the next four years to have a dent on unemployment and poverty. The challenge is to craft a development agenda to deliver this within the context of broken public finance, and an economy in which painful structural adjustments will be inevitable if current trends in oil prices continue. Most other programmes on corruption, security, power, infrastructure, etc, are expected to be instruments to achieve this objective.

So far, neither the APC nor the PDP has a credible programme for employment and poverty reduction. The APC promises to create 20,000 jobs per state in the first year, totalling a mere 720,000 jobs.  This sounds like a quota system and for a country where the new entrants into the labour market per annum exceed two million.

If it was intended as a joke, APC must please get serious.  On the other hand, President Jonathan targets two million jobs per annum but his strategy for doing so is a Job Board— another committee of sort.  Sorry, Mr. President, a Job Board is not a strategy. The principal job Nigerians hired you to do for them is to create jobs for them too. You cannot outsource that job, Sir.  Creating 3 million jobs per annum under the unfolding crisis would task our creativity and audacity to the limits.

I heard one politician argue that once we fix power, private sector would create jobs. Not necessarily! Well, this government claims to have added 1,700MW to the national grid and yet unemployment soars. Ask Greece, Spain, etc with power and infrastructure and yet with high unemployment. Structural dislocations play a key role. For example, currently in Nigeria, it is estimated that more than 60% of graduates of our educational system are unemployable.

You can understand why many of us are amused when the government celebrates that it has established twelve more glorified secondary schools as universities. I thought they would have told us how many Nigerian universities made it in the league of the best 200 universities in the world. That would have been an achievement.  Surely, creating millions of jobs in this economy would, among other things, require ‘new money’ and extraordinary system of coordination among the three tiers of government plus the private sector.

Unfortunately, from what I read, the CBN is largely likely to be asleep at this time the country needs the most revolutionary finance. This is a topic for another day. Only the President can lead this effort. Moreover, we are waiting for the two parties/candidates to spell out HOW they will create jobs, whether it is the 20,000 jobs per state by APC or 2 million per annum by President Jonathan.  Let us know how you arrived at the figures. Whichever of the two that is declared winner will have his job cut out for him, and I expect him to declare a national emergency on job creation.

Surprisingly, none of the parties/candidates has any grand vision about African economic integration, led by Nigeria. There is no programme on how to make the naira the de facto currency of ECOWAS or the international financial centre that can attract more than $100 billion per annum.

Where is the strategy for orchestrating the revolutionary finance to power the economy during this downturn? For President Jonathan, I find it shocking that the most important initiative of his government to secure the future of the economy by Nigeria refusing to sign the ruinous Economic Partnership Agreement (EPA) with the European Union is not even being mentioned.  President Obasanjo saved Nigeria from the potential ruin of an ECOWAS single currency while to his credit Jonathan safeguarded our industrial sector/economy by refusing to sign the EPA. Or does the government not understand the import of that?  It will be interesting to know the APC’s strategy for exploiting strategic alliances within Africa, China, and the world for Nigeria’s prosperity.

If Buhari wins, he will ride on the populist wind for “change”.  Most people I have spoken to who have decided to vote for Buhari do not necessarily know the specifics of what he would offer or how Nigeria would be different under him. I asked my driver, Usman, whom he would vote for President.

He responded: “If they no rig the election, na Buhari everybody go vote for”. I asked him why, and his next response sums it: “The man dey honest. In short, people just want to see another face for that villa”.  But if he wins, the honeymoon will be brief and the pressure will be immense to magically deliver a ‘new Nigeria’ with no corruption, no boko haram or insecurity, jobs for everyone, no poverty, infrastructure and power in abundance, etc.

As a first point, Buhari and his team must realize that they do not yet have a coherent, credible agenda that is consistent with the fundamentals of the economy currently. The APC manifesto contains some good principles and wish-lists, but as a blue print for Nigeria’s security and prosperity, it is largely hollow. The numbers do not add up. Thus, his first job is to present a credible development agenda to Nigerians.

The second key challenge for Buhari and his team will be to transit and transform from a group of what I largely refer to as aggrieved people’s congregation to build a true political party with a soul from the patchwork of political associations. It is surely easier to oppose than to govern.  This should not worry us much. After all, even the PDP which has been in power for 16 years is still an assembly of people held together by what I refer to as dining table politics.

I am not sure how many members can tell you what their party stands for or its mission and vision for Nigeria. The third but more difficult agenda is cobbling together a truly ‘progressive team’ that will begin to pick the pieces.  The lesson of history is that the best leaders have been the ones who went beyond their narrow provincial enclaves to recruit talents and mobilize capacities for national transformation.

In Nigeria’s history, the two presidents who made the most fundamental transformation of the economy, Babangida and Obasanjo, were exceptional in the quality of the teams they put together. I therefore pray that Buhari will be magnanimous in victory – if he wins—to put together a ‘team Nigeria’ for the rescue mission.

If Jonathan wins, then God must have been magnanimous to give him a second chance to redeem himself. Most people I know who support Jonathan do so either out of self-interest or fear of the unknown.  As a friend summed it: the devil you know is better than the angel you do not know.  One person assured me that we would see a ‘different Jonathan’ if he wins as he has been rattled by the harsh judgment of history on his presidency so far.  I just pray that he is right.  In that case, I would just draw the President’s attention to two issues:

First, beside the coterie of clowns who literally make a living with the sing-song of transformation agenda, President Jonathan must know that it remains an empty slogan. His greatest challenge is how to save himself from the stranglehold of his largely provincial palace jesters who tell him he has done better than God, and seek out ‘enemies’ and friends who can help him write his name in history. Propaganda won’t do it.

Second, Jonathan must claw back his powers as President of Nigeria. He largely outsourced them, and must now roll his sleeves for a new beginning. I take liberty to tell you this brutal truth: if you are not re-elected, there is little to remember your regime after the next few years.

On 7th January 2004, I made a special presentation to an expanded economic management team to set agenda for the new year (as chief economic adviser). The focus of my presentation was for us to identify seven iroko trees that would be the flagship markers for the administration as well as how to finance them. I use the same framework to evaluate your administration.

What I say to you, Mr. President, is that your record of performance so far is like a farmland filled with grasses. Yes, they are many but there is no tree, let alone any iroko tree, that stands out.  Think about this. The beginning of wisdom for every President in his second term is to admit that he is racing against time to cement his legacy. So far, your report card is not looking great.  You need a team of big and bold thinkers, as well as with excellent execution capacity.  So far, it is not working!

Under the executive presidential system, Nigerians elected you to manage their economy. You cannot outsource that job. Our constitution envisages a federal coordination of the economy, and that function is performed by the National Economic Council (NEC) with Vice-President as chairman. Indeed, the constitution and other laws of Nigeria envisage the office of the VP as the coordinator on the economy.

All major economic institutions of the federal government are, by law, chaired by the Vice-President including the national planning (see functions of the national planning commission as coordinator of federal government economic and development programmes), debt management office, National Council on Privatization, etc. As chairman of National Planning (with Ministers of Finance, Agriculture, CBN governor, etc as members), the VP oversees the federal planning and coordination.

Then the Constitution mandates the VP as representative of the federal government to chair the NEC, with only CBN governor and state governors as members—to coordinate national economy between federal and states. No minister is a member of NEC. Many people do not understand the logic of the design of our constitution and the role of the VP.  Of course, the buck stops on the desk of Mr. President. Only the President and VP have our mandate to govern us.

Every other person is an adviser/assistant. I bet that you will only appreciate this article AFTER you leave office. Now that you are in power, truth will only hurt!  Be assured that those of us who are prepared to die for Nigeria will never spare you or anyone else this bitter truth.

Nigeria must survive and prosper beyond Buhari or Jonathan!

Chukwuma Charles Soludo, CFR, was  former CBN Governor.

Muna Obiekwe is NOT dead

Who the heck started this?! Tweets continue after the cut please.

I just found out now that Nollywood actor Mike Ezuruonye also posted about Muna's alleged death. Empress posted it too but quickly deleted it seconds later but not before I screen grabbed it.

Married Woman Caught Red-handed Doing IT with 2 Men at the Same Time in her Husband’s House (WATCH)

This Lukaya woman, district of Uganda was busted red-handed by her husband(the angry man in the video wearing cap) cheating with 2 men at the same time.

Well, it was all a co-incidence because the husband never knew his wife's hidden secrets and ungodly acts. He was feeling so weak at work one day and decided to return home in the afternoon just to eat and catch some rest. But, it turned out to be a big nightmare and a big trauma.

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Uncle Frank (+18)

We had just finished learning French, a subject that I have never liked, and were lounging around the classroom telling separate tales when the Vice Principal of academics, Uncle Wale walked in with ayouth coppa.I had been listening to Sabina tell me about how a boy in the other SS3 class has been asking her out and sending her love letters… but immediately the VP walked in with thecoppaI lost all interest in her stupid fairytale and gawked at the young NYSC dude with my mouth agape. He was themost beautiful boy I had ever seen in real life, maybe even more pretty than the ones on TV. My heart beat faster as he walked in, with a swagger that oozed confidence. It felt like the whole world froze around meimmediately he stopped just beside the VP and glanced around the class with his gaze catching mine for a split second.His spectacles sat well on his cute nose and his pretty eyes pierced through them. His tall, well built frame looked imposing beside the short and round Uncle Wale. I was still appreciating the wonderful work of creation that was the youthcoppawhen Sabina nudged me repeatedly until I snapped out of my reverie.She was whispering to me that thecoppawas cute, and I looked at her like I didn’t have any interest in him at all. I frowned and let out a small hiss. Uncle Wale had spotted me interacting with Sabina and asked me to stand up. Standing to my feet, I noticed the weakness in my knees and the slight moistness between my thighs.In my daydreaming, I had wet myself a little. I hoped to God that it wasn’t showingat the back of my skirt. Uncle Wale was asking me why I was not paying attention, but I lied to him that I had been. My shaky voice betrayed me, I stole a glance at thecoppaand the realisation that his awesome gaze was being focused on me gave me goosebumps.I felt one arm with the other hand there they were, rising off my skin. Uncle Wale asked me what the name of thecoppawas but I couldn’t tell him. I felt so ashamed. Uncle Wale stared at me without talking, so did thecoppaand everyone else. Uncle Wale then asked the class without his eye leavingme what the name of thecoppawas and they all replied in unison…“Uncle Frank!”I looked at Uncle Frank when they screamedhis name and noticed a half-smile on his lips.Gosh, he was so damn beautiful, I wanted tojump at him and use him right there in the class.Uncle Wale told us that thecoppawas going to be teaching us Further Maths for the period he would be with us. There were murmurs in the class as few of the studentsdid not like Further Maths. The teacher whotaught it was also our Mathematics teacherand we collectively hated him. I didn’t reallylike Further Maths but for the sake that Uncle Frank would be teaching it, I imaginedthat I would discover a part of me that likedthe subject.A few weeks passed and I somehow managedto get close enough to Uncle Frank that he told me to call him just Frank whenever we were together. And that became often, as Ialways had a difficult problem in FM I wanted him to help me out with. I wasn’t the only student who did this, and I tried not to make it appear suspicious that I always wanted to be around him. I liked Frank a lot.When ever I got as close to him as smelling his cologne, my heart always beat faster than usual. I liked the sound of his voice andthe way he smiled all the time. He always dressed smart, and the geeky look his glasses gave him was too damn sexy for me. When I went home from school every day I relived the moments I shared with him over and over again. the more I thought of him, the more my body stirred and my pussy got wet.I touched myself and imagined it was him touching me and whispering sweet nothings in my ear with his sexy voice. This kept happening more often to a point that I couldn’t take it anymore. I was just about to turn 17 but I had a burning sexual desire that I needed to quench. I wasn’t a virgin but only I and two other people knew about that. The idiot who did it was miles away from me and my friend Sabina whom I’d told in confidence, hoping she hadn’t leaked it toanother person. I guessed Uncle Frank would be in his mid twenties, and might consider himself too old for me, but I was determined to have him fuck me.I managed to find out where he lived and decided to pay him a visit one late Friday afternoon after school. I had hurriedly rushed home and changed into a cute dress Ihad, applied a little make up on my face withmy mom’s kit and went to his place. I made sure to go with the assignment he gave us the previous day so it wouldn’t seem like I’d gone there for what I was actually going there for.Uncle Frank opened his front door for me after I’d knocked twice and was genuinely surprised to see me. He was in singlet and shorts and the sight of his huge biceps mademy loins tingle and the butterflies in my stomach acted like they were on some hard drug. Gosh, I wanted those hands holding me down while he pounded me. I told him I needed his help with the assignment and he hesitated for a little bit before allowing me to enter his apartment. His single bedroom apartment looked so comfortable. He had been watching a movie when I walked in but put off the TV so we could concentrate on my assignment.He dragged another chair to the study tableas I sat and opened my textbook. The whole time my heart just kept pounding in my chest. I stammered a little when he asked me a question. My eyes kept ogling his strong arms even when he’d put a tshirt on.His sweet cologne filled my nostrils and made me sexually uneasy.His soft voice was tingling in my ears. I wanted him so bad, I wasn’t even seeing thefigures. My world was just spinning around and around me, until I interrupted him and told him I needed to use the rest room. He showed me where it was and I went in thereand closed the door behind me. I breathed in deeply until I regained my senses. I was beginning to wonder what I was doing.Why did I even come to his place? What if he didn’t like me the way I liked him? What if he has acoppagirlfriend that he’s being faithful to? I asked myself all these until I heard him call me from outside the rest room to ask me if  I was okay. I told him yes,flushed a WC I hadn’t used and rinsed my hands. I stepped out of the room to see him standing by the door way to the sitting room looking worried. He looked so damn inviting in the tshirt and shorts, hands folded and feet crossed and wondering whatwas going on with me.I didn’t know what got into me but I walked up to him and leaned forward to kiss him on the lips. I didn’t care what he did after that, just as long as he let me kiss those soft lips of his. My tongue found his, and he responded. He held my waist with his hands as we shared that passionate moment, thensuddenly he pushed me away. As I’d feared, he didn’t want me as much as I’d wanted him. He apologized numerous times after we’d disengaged, and told me how what we were doing was wrong. I didn’t say anything, as shame washed over me. I couldn’t even look him in the face. I just walked to where I kept my books and quietlypacked them up and turned to leave. I murmured my own form of apology and made to leave but Uncle Frank held my arm before I left and told me…“Vanessa, you’re a very pretty lady and I like you a lot, even since the first day I saw you stand in the class, I knew there was something about you. But you have to understand that this cannot work. Don’t be angry at me, okay?”I nodded my head and left.My weekend was fucked. I couldn’t do anything, all I thought about was Uncle Frank and those words he told me. I could hardly eat. My heart was just heavy all through. Even in church, I kept trying to spot any dude in glasses that looked like Uncle Frank. But they were all ugly and hideous. None was as pretty as him. Even Joseph, the guy in the choir who I’d admiredfor a while became an ogre to me. I slept and dreamt of him. I wanted to be with him. I wanted him inside of me. That Sunday night, I masturbated myself to sleep, anticipating our Further Maths class on Monday morning by 11:45.On Monday morning, I couldn’t wait till 11:45. I was restless, I occasionally went tothe staff room to peep in on him and check what he was doing. He had been marking notes all morning. When the time got to 11:30 he was getting ready to come to our class. I managed to follow him unnoticed as he left the staff room and made his way to the staff restroom to ease himself.The devil that was inside me combined with my obsession for him convinced me to follow him into the restroom, and I did. Just as he entered and made to close the door behind him I rushed in and hurriedly closed the doorand bolted it. And just before Uncle Frank could protest I jumped on him and removed his glasses, throwing it into the sink as I voraciously kissed him all over his face. I didn’t care about rumpling his shirt or my uniform, I didn’t care for anything at all.Uncle Frank had been unwilling at first but later his hands began to roam around my body and soon he found my waiting pussy which had drenched my panties. I gasped when he dipped a finger into me. I looked into his eyes and saw confusion and uncertainty. I smiled and told him I wasn’t avirgin. The look on his face was priceless and I enjoyed it, then suddenly I dropped down and put my hand into his already unzipped fly to drag out his erect penis. It seemed the urine that he had come into the restroom to urinate had found its way back into his bladder as his urges had taken over.I quickly put his dick into my mouth before he changed his mind, and once his hard dick was inside my warm mouth I knew my mission was accomplished.I wasn’t very good at sucking dicks as I’d done it just once before but I managed to make him move his hips and groan deeply as I sucked hard on his massive erection. I couldn’t even take half the length of it in my mouth. He was quite huge. When he began to grunt as if he was about to cum I stopped abruptly and stood up to face me.We shared a moment of silence as time ticked on around us and then he understood,he brought me close to him and raised up my skirt, he grabbed my big soft ass and squeezed hard, my pussy was overflowing. I saw desire in those pretty eyes, the kind of lust that had made men do crazy things without caring for the outcome of their actions.  He quickly turned me around and bent me over, I rested my hands on the sink as he pushed my small panty to one side and gently urged his turgid penis into my vagina.I hadn’t had sex since I got disvirgined and nothing had gone into me since then so I held his arm and urged him gently inside me. I never knew my pussy could accommodate that monster dick of his, but the feeling was intense and awesome. A tear came to my eye as I enjoyed the pain that came withthe pleasure of being penetrated again, andbefore long all I could feel was ecstasy as Uncle Frank held my hips and pounded me from behind…inside the staff rest room.I tried my best not to make the sort of noise that would attract ‘intruders’ but thepleasure was becoming too much for me to handle. Uncle Frank went faster and faster, harder and deeper until he couldn’t stop himself from grunting like a rhino humping his mate. I felt my heart almost explode at the joy that this feeling broughtme. My knees weakened, my cum gushed from my pussy and made it even easier from Uncle Frank to pound me harder. I didn’t want this to end. I wanted to straddle him right here in the restroom if I could.Uncle Frank’s speed increased as he pounded me furiously until I let out a small shout, and then his seed shot right inside me until I felt it in my womb. I would gladly have his baby if he wanted me to. I let him thrust his dick slowly until his climax passed, then I reached for the roll of tissuepaper and gave it to him. He cleaned up the cum that had dripped and flowed down my thighs and made sure I was dry before cleaning himself up and zipping up. I wore my soiled panties and rearranged my skirt till it looked like nothing had happened. Then I helped him with his glasses and tucked his shirt back in till he again looked the smart Uncle Frank all the girls in the school admired. I smiled at him even if he didn’t smile back, obviously ashamed after his orgasm and the fact that he cummed inside me, then I gave him a kiss on his lips and stealthily managed to walk back to the class without being spotted.I was all smiles when Uncle Frank came into the class for his subject, 12 minutes late. He tried his best not to look at me, even when I raised my hand to answer his questions he hesitated before pointing at me to answer. I knew he was just being shy about what had happened and I knew he would get over it soon…maybe after our next session. I smiled at that thought, and anticipated it.  I was so happy for the rest of that day. Finally, I had gotten my heart’s desire. My sweet Uncle Frank.

Original writer prefers to remain anonymous

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