FACEBOOK BABY

This Jeff of a guy Hope he is not playing games on u

Gud just fell into his trap, ur head was warning u all these while, but ur stupid hrt wont yield...

Hmmm love dey make u kolo abi no worry ur eye go soon clear

And u call that love

Bravo

Madam just be careful...

D deed is done... Wat is left is its product wich is d facebook baby Caro u re a dunce

Keep d episodes rolling

i jst dey pity 4 u ooh...ur heart brk go shock pass arsenal winning UCL

This one is infactuation First day meeting with jeff you have allowed him into your promise Issa_alright

This one is infactuation First day meeting with jeff you have allowed him into your promise land Issa_alright

bootyilicious as.... soft spot..... gate of paradise..... abyss of joy.... temple of pleasure..... Weldone MA....

I'm highly impressed with your keen interest in the story "FACEBOOK BABY." The story has not began yet.Still warm up...Keep following the updates.

EPISODE SIX?☝️ ***THE PROMISE*** The next day, he surprised me. He knelt before me with a promissory ring, then he became poetic in his expression of love, "Babe, you mean the world to me, Please would you be my girlfriend, Caroline? I want to take you on the odyssey of love. I want you to love me, for I have identified you as the only person I could ever love on this earth. My heart is knitted to yours. I need you now and forever. Allow me to build my world around you. You are my heart and my soul, my rose of Sharon, keeper of my heart, I will lay in your verdant bed of love forever." I will never leave you. I have etched your love in the abode of my heart with the last pigment that flows through my veins. If indeed a thunder should strike me for a lie, I'll subject myself, a clean slate devoid of lies for these words I speak are truth. Nothing but the truth in a stainless gown. Carol, you are the edges of my soul and the light thrown in my way to cast away the shadows of darkness before my feet....." I could feel the effects of the sweet words of love Jeff was pouring on me. I used to think love was an imaginary element of fiction found in the world of Romeo and Juliet. I blushed and sucked my thumb like a child. I stared into Jeff's eyes like my life rested in his eyes. "Carol, just say yes and I will marry you even if my parents disagree." For once, I love you more than my parents whose blood run through me. Your love has become the power that fuels my existence..." Jeff romantically continued wooing me. His flirtatious words were really working magic on me. He continued his poetic rhetoric "..., if I have to be disrespectful to my elders just to prove my love for you, call me a disobedient child whose life is limited as the bible said. I giggled. “…..Your beauty is indescribable, like an angel descending into paradise. "Carol my love , I can't speak of ever loving anyone aside you. You are the love of my life and life of my love..." Jeffery gazed into my eyes and hissed lovely words into my ears. The whole scene looked like a fairy tale to me. I asked him, are you serious about this? " Without any hesitation, He said," yes, yes! Yes! I have never been more serious in my entire life than this morning. I'm damned serious, Caroline. I responded, “ever since I saw your picture on Facebook, I have never been the same. I fell deeply in love with you , the measurement of which cannot be quantified. Without hesitation, I said, "Yes, I want you to be my boyfriend. I love you so much, Jeffery. Keep me in your heart, I'm yours.” We hugged as if there was no tomorrow. Nobody could describe my state of joy. I felt I was the happiest girl on earth at the moment because I met the most handsome and caring guy on earth. Jeff had indeed shot cupid's arrow deep into my heart, the effect of which saw limitless joy cascading through my body and soul. We left the Paradise Ocean Resort the next day. Jeff drove me to the lorry station in his air conditioned Jeep. In the car he gave me a phone number. I was excited. Jeffery wasn't like Koomson whom I was beginning to develop affection for. That man seemed ambivalent about establishing a relationship with me and because of his indecisiveness, I assumed he just wanted us to be platonic friends or friends with benefits. Well, now, here comes the real man. God in his own wisdom knew why certain people cross our paths at certain stages of our life's journey. Some came to propel us to greater heights, others to teach us life's lessons. Jeff said he would alight me at the lorry station and promised to know my house the coming week. He said he would have wished to take me home but had an important 'Rendez-vous'(meeting) to honour thus the need to alight me at the lorry station. He gave me Chc 5000. I was amazed. That amount for just a day or two with him. "Thank you so much, Jeff." "Welcome dear, "he said casually. Deep down my heart, I was quite disappointed. I thought he will sent me home directly so that he would know my place and wouldn't need any direction anytime he felt like paying me a visit. Besides, I was really enjoying the comfort of his posh car - the air conditioning, the foamy seat and the romantic song bubbling out from the radio. It was titled "Romantic" by Koredo Bello Hm hm hm hm hm Yeah yeah yeah yeah From the first time that I set my eyes on you Baby I was stuck on you Omo me I call for you Make my body call for you, all for you Went back and set my dream to search for you Looking like a dream come true' ‘Cause you make my dream come true Baby I'll stand by you with you ***** Time to show you off? Oya show them, show them, show them,? show them, show them? Make all of them know That my baby so romantic? Oya baby make we show them show them, show them,?? show them, show them Make all of them know? That my baby so romantic oh Ooh she romantic oh, romantic, so romantic oh (yeah).....? *** I felt like staying with Jeff forever. I have fallen head over heal in love with him. Now I don't care what anyone would think about me. I could even declare my love for him if a gun was put on my head. He's my "Mr. Romantic."

EPISODE SEVEN?✌ *** MOMENT OF TRUTH *** When I reached home that evening, I tried calling Jeff on the MTN number he gave me to thank him and reassured him of my undying love for him. The voice automated machine said, "Sorry, you have dialled the wrong number. "Why? Why would Jeff give me a wrong number? No. Maybe he made a mistake when he was giving the number to me in his car. I dialled the number again. The voice Automated machine said, 'sorry, you have dialled the wrong number. I tried to reverse the figures at the end of the phone number and dialled again but still, it couldn't go through. It was then that I realised the phone number didn't reach the normal ten digits. One digit was omitted one. Oh, my God, why didn't I identify this error earlier? Then I remembered I was enjoying the love song in the car so much they I couldn't really have checked the number properly. I quickly logged into my Facebook account in a bid to see him and retrieve the last digit from him. I saw him online and was excited. My-one-and-only Prince Charming. How I missed you. Quickly I sent him a "hi." and waited for him to spread me with another poetry of love. "Hmmm, my dear Reader, He ignored me. I sent another " Hi" and another and another but he ignored them. I called him using Facebook messenger but he didn't pick my call. Confusion descended on me like heavy clouds. Why was he avoiding me like a plague? He just proposed love to me some few hours ago? Surely, this was odd. Something was wrong somewhere. As if it was a joke or he was playing pranks on me, I realised I could not see his status again. He had blocked me. Out of frustration, I screamed. My rate of my heartbeat increased, as if angry at the deception. My hands were shaking uncontrollably and my vision blurred for a few minutes. I felt weak all of a sudden and my head began to burn inside as if its content wanted to explode to obliterate my memory of him. Pain seeped into my body and my soul. Rivers of tears pour down from my eyes and I began to drool unconsciousness. Life seemed not to have any purpose for me. It pained my heart that Jeffery used and jilted me, hiding under the smokescreen of love. My father used to warn me against social media guys but I never believed him, forgetting he was much older and experienced than me. I remembered my mother's admonition, "if something is too good to be true, trust me, it's fake." A week later, I decided to logged into my Facebook account again and tried reconnecting with him but alas, he was no longer on Facebook!!! He had vaporised into thin air. Painfully, I decided to forget about him and repair the altercation between my ex-boyfriend Komsoon and me but he refused to extend his hand of friendship to me. Unknown to me, he had been told I was dating a Yahoo boy. He said without any equivocation , "ever since you start following that yahoo boy, you have changed and you don't know I even existed so go back to him. You are no longer my girlfriend" I had the greatest shock of my life the following month. Guess what? I lost my period !!! My heart went down like the Titanic ship which sank into the cold waters of the Atlantic Ocean after hitting an iceberg. "Am I pregnant? I tested myself using a test strip. The result sent a blankets of fear all over me eventhough I knew what the result would be even before I did the test. Off course, my suspicion was right. I knew there was fire on my mountain.I was still in school. How could I combine pregnancy with studies? My dad would kill me should he became aware of my reckless lifestyle which resulted in this unwanted pregnancy. I became so desperate and disoriented, searching for Jeffery on other social media platforms like Instagram, twitter, Linkin, snap chat, all with the hope of finding him. But I never did. It seemed he never existed. He has gone back into non-existence. Abortions came to my mind but I was afraid I might die in the process. I remembered Mercy, my cousin, who went about frolicking with boys until they put her in the family way. Out of shame, she used unorthodox means to get rid of the pregnancy. Sadly, she died in the process. Instead of sorrow, she was cursed by her parents. I decided to keep my unborn child and face the consequences of my action, even the rebuke from my parents and the school’s authority. Another thought came to my mind. It was a wicked one. I could easily frame Mr.Koomson for my pregnancy. Everybody in the school would believe me because they knew I was very close to him. He was the school’s Administrator (Secretary) Some students were even suspecting, rather wrongly, that we were dating. I could capitalise on that perception and shift the pregnancy to him. Then a voice spoke to me," why would you frame an innocent man to bear the consequences of your own reckless lifestyle? He might curse you and your future may be worse than your present precarious predicament. The truth will eventually come out, anyway. Please don't do that." I decided to rescind my wicked scheme and bear the consequen ces of my actions alone. Every night, I cried. Even river Volta could take its source from my tears. They were simply limitless.

Mr Romantic abi? Don't dream too much

e Shock You Abi?

You see naw Eni awifun olorun oba je kogbo eda ti ko ba a gboran ko letar si iya do

Oh no.... I pity u

You neva see smtin, this is jst mornin, congrants baby mama.

Keep 'em coming

@LadyG u na de update me 4 dis 1 o.. I love Ghanian stories a lot, they can do no wrong

But to be honest, that jeff guy was too romantic, even bobrisky would have fallen 4 d guy

Eeyah pele oh

Baby boy @ele1 sorry, i see say someone mentioned ur name dts y i didn't o.

Love this, next please

Enjoy dear

**sips wine** @LadyG ur bby boy forgives u, go and sin no more :b

EPISODE EIGHT ?✌☝️ ***EXPOSURE AND ESCAPE ** The following month, I went back to school. I tried as much as possible to hide the pregnancy from my friends but soon, they got to know. Akuvi my best friend asked me what happened. I recounted the events that led to the pregnancy to her. She said I was foolish to open my thighs to a guy I knew nothing about, much less not to use any form of protection. What was more, I couldn't even trace his hometown, though he said he came from Kejetia, Kumasi which I believed was a lie. It was just part of his carefully orchestrated plans In the third month, rumours began circulating that I was impregnated by a 419 guy whom I met on Facebook. Quite a few of my colleagues also alleged it was Koomson because I was very close to him. Of course, nothing stays hidden under the earth forever . The school's authority got wind of the incident and invited me for questioning. The date was scheduled. I knew exactly what they wanted to ask me and the punish that would be meted on me. I decided to take my fate into my own hands. The night preceding the invitation to the school’s Disciplinary Committee, I packed my few belongings in the school and ran away under the thick cover of darkness, without even telling my closest friend and confidant Akuvi. I went home. My parents were very furious with me for behaving like an idiot when I finally confessed the truth to them. They said if they were to behave like me while in high school, they wouldn't have provided me with the comfortable home environment I was enjoying. My father being a conservative and highly religious man in the Church of Pentecost, disowned me and sent me out of his house to go and look for the father of my bastard child. Sadly, he was nowhere to be found. He had fully disappeared into thin air, without leaving a trace, after accomplishing his mission with me, leaving me in the wilderness of bitterness and confusion. Koomson decided to be a little bit benevolent to me. She asked a certain rich woman who was barren for ten years if she could help me. She agreed to take care of me and my unborn child. She allowed me to stay with her until I gave birth to a bouncing baby boy. I am sure you KNOW the name I gave to my baby boy.Yes, you are right - YEBOAH JEFFREY JNR. I decided to give the child to Madam Cecelia, the rich barren woman and come back to school to continue my education so that in future I would be able to cater for my child. At that point I realised Love has two faces. Good and bad, beautiful and ugly. When love turned into an obses sion, logical reason became a last resort.The same emotion that came with joy and excitement, also carry in its bag a fair share of tension, depression, trauma, anxiety and even death. Jeff was my first true love but the cut it inflicted on my heart and soul was very deep. After that experience, I knew that pleasures of love lasts but a moment but Pains of love lasts could last for a lifetime. I was determined to leave that bitter experience in the gabbage of history and move forward. Yes, I must move forward. Maybe our paths would cross again.

EPISODE NINE?✌✌ **JEFFERY'S HIDDEN STORY *** [Jeffery POV] ~5 years later~ I knew by now you are wondering where exactly I have gone to. Well, let me put you out of your curiosity. My real name is Kwabena Mensah Clifford but on Facebook and other social media networks, I operated under the fake name Jeffery kwesi Yeboah. I was a social media predator, using that medium to prey on young naïve girls who are seeking for friendship and love online. It began a few years ago when my one- and - only girlfriend left me for a rich old man. I tried all that was humanly possible to convince her that my present circumstance was just temporary and cannot be a deciding factor for my future success. I begged her not to break my heart but all my efforts proved futile . She left me on the stone of disappointment and ran into the arms of Mr. Benson to enjoy the goodies of life under the umbrella of riches. I cried day and night and even attempted to commit suicide. I never knew a girl with whom I share my body and soul would turn round and back- stabbed me. I doubted if there was anything called true love again in this materialistic world where girls based their love for men on certain conditions. I thought true love was supposed to be condition-less but alas. I was wrong (or so I thought) By God's grace, I became quite successful when I completed school and became a sound Engineer. I told myself that since it was the riches that ladies want from a guy, I would have a stable relationship now. I began dating again but as usual, one lady after another broke my heart. They used me to achieve their end and after that they dumped me like rubbish. I sponsored some of them to the training colleges, others to the university but after their graduation, they rejected me. It was at that point I began hating women. I became gynophobic. I told myself I would use social media to exact my vengeance on ladies. It didn't matter whether they were innocent or not. To me, all women are the same. They had a common ancestry. From that point on, I preyed on young girls and ladies on social media using my impeccable looks and riches as a bait. My plan worked to perfection and I was even amazed at the results. After all, every lady like a nice looking rich guy. Just ask ladies of nowadays the type of guys they want to date. You are more likely to hear," I want a rich, handsome and famous guy." You will hardly hear things like, " I need a guy who will genuinely care for me regardless of his job, I need a God-fearing man. I need a guy that can understand me the way I am." As I said earlier, my plan worked “Cent pour Cent” (100%).The mission objective was to break the hearts of at least 100 ladies in a year on Facebook. With my good looks and rich status, I dated and broke the hearts of many ladies on Facebook. I remembered some of my victims; Emma, Portia, Edwina, Jennifer, Mary, Janet, Maureen, Jane, Marion, Genevieve, Esther, May-queen, Stella, Natasha, Rose, Rosina, Juan, Josina, Joanita, Juliette, Lucy, Angela, Agatha, Abigail, Laura, Martha, Kezia, Priscilla, Sophia, Bridget, Freda, Margaret, Nora, Linda, Belinda, Nina, Sika, Aisha, Olivia, Sylvia Isabella, Charlotte, Amelia, Belinda Meaghan, Keily, Yara, Christie , Novah, Ensley, Camila, Emilia, Victoria, Adelina, Quinn, Madeline, Arianna, Alexa, Delilah. ...." Just to mention a few. Meeting Caroline Dogah was very significant to me. She was the 100th victim I met on Facebook and she was the only girl that I saw my heart quite sensitive to in this battle of social media deceit. I nearly rescinded my plans when I met her but I changed my mind when a guy whom he called Koomson chatted with her on phone the day we met. He even sent her a love message. I pretended I have not seen it but that was the changing moment. I decided to go on with my plan, fully convinced that all girls were indeed the same. They have a common Great Grandmother called Eve who deceived my great grandfather Adam- a fool, a mugu. If man is not a "mugu"( fool) why would a fully grown man of 45 years old allow the "sweetness" between the thighs of an 18 year old lady cause him to go to Jail after losing an asset he toiled to get for 20 years to her.I day I heard that news I was fully convinced ladies are wicked. I remembered sending Caroline a friendly request on Friday, a few weeks to Easter but for a strange reason decided to cancel it. Later I changed my mind and resent the friendly request. She confirmed it and we became friends. We met later and had fun at Paradise Ocean Resort where I wooed her filli filli with sugar coated words I rehearsed well from a love poem book I bought. I still remembered some of the sweet words I used to woo Caroline. The lines were etched in my brain permanently. ."......my heart is knitted to yours. I need you now and forever. Allow me to build my world around you .Surely you are my heart and my soul, my rose of Sharon, keeper of my heart, I will lay in your verdant bed of love forever. I will never leave you. I have etched your love in the abode of my heart with the last pigment that flows through my veins. If indeed a thunder should strike me for a lie, I will subject myself, a clean slate devoid of lies for these words I speak are truth. .....Nothing but the truth in stainless gown. Caro, you are the edges of my soul and the light thrown at my gaze to cast away the shadow before my feet. ....I love you more than my parents whose blood run through my veins. Your love has become the power that fuels my existence. ..." And she fell for it. Ladies never cease to amaze me. It actually worked. These were well rehearsed words from a love poem book I bought. The problem with ladies nowadays was, when you tell them what they need to hear, they hate you but when you tell them what they want to hear, they love you and will even give you their heart. She might have been suffering now due to my deceit. I don't care. After all, my mission was accomplished. After Caroline , I slept with other materialistic girls, numbering over 149. Among them were Ava,Mila,Ella,Aria, Scarlett, Luna, Chloe,Penelope Layla,Riley,Zoey,Eleanor,Hannah Lillian,Addison,Aubrey,Ellie,Natalie Zoe,Leah,Hazel,Violet,Aurora Audrey,Bella,Claire,Skylar,Paisley Everly,Anna,Samantha,Maya Naomi,Aaliyah,Elena,Sarah,Ariana Allison,Gabriella,Alice,Madelyn Cora,Eva,Hailey,Gianna,Valentina Isla,Eliana. But I have changed now.I remem bered Socrates’ Quote “to find yourself, think for yourself and Victor Emil Frank who said between stimulus and response, there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and freedom. These Quotes became my life principles and I decided to make effective use of my freedom. I decided to use my freedom wisely and also resolved to quit preying on innocent girls. I saw the need to apologize to the girls I have exploited should our paths crossed again. Somehow, it still pained me I broke Caroline's heart. She was quite different from the rest of the girls I have used and dumped. I could see it from the way she reacted to the GH¢5000 I gave her. It was clear her intention wasn't about the money. It was about love. Clearly, she was not materialistic. I hope to meet her one day in this life. By then, time would have heal her wounds, the ones I inflicted on her delicate heart. I will tell Caroline, "I'm sorry I treated you the way I did. It was due to the hatred and bitterness I harboured against women for toying with my heart. I hope you have a place in your heart to forgive me. I knew you have the milk of human kindness flowing through your veins which will be the basis for your forgiveness no matter how difficult it is. After all," to err is human, to forgive is divine."

@Fb-danieledem attention needed here

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Diz jeff is a real heart breaker oh Imagine is dos 149 girls swear for im head...

Anyhow sha caro don born jeff jnr Bt am sure forgiveness must be far from her mind

Caroline shebi you have seen what Mr Romantic have done to you Ndo take heart

I don't blame you jeff just keep on breaking girls hearts i support you..En de sweet like sugar

Why You No Make Am 150

Jeff or whatever u called ursef Caro will neva reject u o, afterall ur love still INTOXICATE her, so try nd look 4 her. my personal person Indabosky @ele1 abeg show.

Ok

After so much hurt, you think is easy to forgive and let go just like that. Next please

[b]***clears throat***[/b] Mensah abi jeff, You slept with over 100 girls, you these debonair, yoruba demon, legendary fvckboy, well i dnt really blame you cuz as you said "girls love u when u tel them wat they WANT to hear nt wat they NEED to hear", but its 2 much naa, what happened to you was because you mistook another persons woman for your own, most ladies indeed love money but ur heavenly made woman would love you arbitarily.. but id love to see you beg on all fours when you finally meet caro cuz karma is the wife of time and God doest create somebody he cannot catch.. I so much love these story.. Ghanians stories are always superb.. Kudos to you Agama Francis, you re doing well.. @LadyG dis story de do me totori o

The gods would not forgive this 'heart's breaker'

What are u gonna do now cus u r now a fada

Na bomb dey ur head all these girls sef no dey hear word.....149 but guy u sef try ooo u no get hiv

EPISODE TEN ?? THE SHOCK!! ***Jeffery's POV*** ~Kotoka International Airport~ "Ladies and Gentlemen, all passengers going to London should come to the front desk for registration and check in, “the announcement from the intercom interrupted my flashback. I moved towards the registration centre. The opportunity to travel abroad happened one day when a message popped up on my phone's notifi cation panel. It was an email. I decided to check it out and then realization dawned on me. My white girlfriend had given me an invitation to pay her a visit in London. She was lucky I quit my hatred for women before meeting her. She would have become my 250th victim. I was very happy. Soon I will be in London. I planned how I will frolick with her, the sex, the tour to river Thames, cutting across southern England and notable buildings like the tower of London, Queens house Westminster Abbey not forgetting other tourist sites like Trafalgar square, Covent Garden, the tower of London Sherlock Holmes Museum. I have read about them in a book and watched them on BBC channel. I would soon see them in reality with my own eyes.Soon, I would be airborne; a ten-hour Journey across the vast land to a foreign land to meet my white girlfriend, Melania. My parents saw me off at the airport. I checked in at Emirates and fill a form . My passport was stamped and a boarding pass was given to me. I passed through Immigration and customs and waved goodbye to my Parents. I boarded the plane looked for my seat number 459. It was a window seat over the winged part of the Plane . I sat down for five minutes as the rest of the passengers boarded the plane. A well-dressed lady moved towards me. When she got closer to me, She gazed at me with curious eyes and I also gazed at her with the same curiosity. Familiarity registered on my eyes. My heart thumped sporadically and my breathing became intermittent. I almost jumped out of my skin. Suddenly, Beads of sweat found their ways through my pores, unto my skin and I could feel cold shivers down my spine. My heart kept hammering furiously against my ribcage. My knees became weak and I was breathless. My knuckles shivered and my limbs felt paralysed. Collapsing seemed eminent. I was seeing the imaginary floor of the plane opened its mouth and about to swallow me. I shouted, “CAROLINE!!!!” She just looked at me wordlessly and sat in the seat beside me -seat number 460. I was nervous. How could I explain myself to her? I tried to talk but no word came out from my mouth. She was carrying a small boy on her lap. He was about 5 years old. I looked at the baby curiously. There was no doubt he resembled me from head to toe. Suddenly, realisation dawned on me that the baby was mine, the product of our sensual encounter at Paradise Beach Resort about five years ago. Still, Caroline didn't utter a word. I was very restless. I wished I could disappear from the plane or at least ex-change seats. It was not to be. My guilty conscience held me captive. Suddenly, Caro turned and gazed at me saying, "I'm sure by now you have realised the world is such a small place. You thought you run away from me and our paths will never ever cross again. Well, you have been taught a bitter lesson, Jeffery "...that is if that is your real name." "Mummy, mummy, is this uncle? “The small boy asked, Looking at me with gleeful eyes. Caroline smiled and said, "No, Jeffery Junior, this is daddy." "Meet your son, "Jeffery, "our Facebook baby" she said. I nervously shook the little boy’s hand. The boy was smiling at me Happy to meet the father. My hands shook uncontrollably. I could not bring myself together to carry my child .Finally, I found myself and said, "I'm sorry I treated you the way I did, Caroline. It was due to the hatred and bitterness I harboured against women for toying with my heart. I hope you have a place in your heart to forgive me. I knew you have the milk of human kindness flowing through your veins. Please forgive me." “Jeffery, I forgave you five years ago but I could not forget the excruciating pain and psycho logical trauma I passed through." She said with a forlorn face. There was an uneasy silence bet ween us until the huge metallic flying cylindrical object landed at the airport. As soon as the plane landed at Newcastle International Airport. I stood up to leave but Caroline grabbed me by my hands and said, "Not so fast, Mister, Slow down your pace, let's talk about our Facebook baby." "Wait, let's pass through the immigration, then we can sit down and talk," I said rather sadly. She seemed to be convinced with my suggestion. My plan was to find a way and escape when we were going through the checks at the various immigration points but I seemed to run out of luck. By the time, I passed through the rigorous process of immigration, she had also finished with hers. I was contemplating what to tell my white girlfriend Melania croft who would obviously be waiting for me with so much anxiety. It wasn't long before people began coming to meet their love ones. I turned my eyes and there she was, my white girl friend - Melania. She was happy to see me. We hugged heartily but she soon realised I wasn't as excited as I would have been. Then she began asking questions. Caroline was also there with our baby. Melania: hei, Babe, what is wrong? You don't look happy. Me: Nothing really. Caro: Tell her the truth. I remained silent. That was a mistake .Caroline began talking to Melania. Caro: Hello young lady, don't trust this boy. He's a social media predator. Have you seen this baby? It’s for him. He used Facebook to lure me and when we finally met, he impregnated me and vaporise into thin air until fate brought us together today in the plane. Me: I don't know you have a son for me, Caroline. Caro: . How will you know of him ,since you blocked me on Facebook after tasting the pleasures of my flesh? Well, you know now Melania (obviously angry and disappointed) Clifford, is this true? Oh, my God, you are such a fake guy. I thought you are decent. Don't follow me, why you are Africans always fake like this. Can't you have a little honour? It's over, I don't wanna see you again and don't call my line, again, Fraudster! Caroline was shocked I was called Clifford, She said “So your real name is Clifford. My God, you are simply wicked. You told me you are called Jeffery.” Me: I am just trying ......." Caro and Melania (at once) SHUT UP! Melania: Go back to your country, fraudster. Melania left in anger as I watched her, shame registering on my face. Caro: You brought this upon yourself. Now, nemesis had caught up with you. I put my head in my hands. All my plans of spending several months in London frolicking with Melania had been dashed because I accidentally met Caroline again. "God, why this time?" I asked her how she ended up in the plane. She told me after I blocked her out of my life, a certain women called Cecilia took care of her child while she continued her secondary education until she completed her school. She sponsored her to the university to pursue B.A Degree in Land economy. She graduated with a first class and got a scholarship to further her education in London. It was therefore the pursuit of oversea education that eventually brought us together again. Caroline eventually graduated from the London University with a MPhil in Land Economy.She was given the opportunity to work in London's Land Economy Department but she decided to come back to Ghana. I was sued at the Department of Child Welfare. It was decided that I should take up my responsibility as the father of my baby but I gave an excuse that I was not working currently. I promised to take care of Jeffery Junior when I got a stable work. Since Department of Child Welfare had no enforceable powers, I was left off the hook. I left happily.

You can't run forever

@Henrymary @ele1 @ladyG @fb-danieledem @Emreks @lawman Come and see this one oo Happy Children's day buddies!

EPISODE ELEVEN ??☝️ **TRAVEL AND MARRIAGE *** --Two years later-- [ Clifford's Point of view] After managing to outsmart the Department of Social Welfare, I wanted to travel outside Ghana. One of my friends who now live in Nigeria told me it was easier to work and make more money there. So I made up my mind to travel to Nigeria. There was another reason why I wanted to moved to Nigeria. I wanted to avoid Caroline and her son. I didn't want to have anything to do with her and that bastard child of hers-The facebook baby we have produced by mistake. I didn't know how Nigerians make their money but I knew Nigerians are smarter and more entrepre neuricallly -minded than Ghanaians and ....and ...their ladies...are HEAD-TURNERS. God might have designed them with a special clay , the likes of Omotola Omotola Jalade Ekeinde, Genevieve Nnaji,Mercy Johnson,Ini Edo,Tonto Dikeh and even the old ones like Mama G (Patience Ozokwor). The list is endless. "Naa,I wan get an igbo chic, now" Whatever the case may be, I intended to make my own money in Nigeria. I left my homeland Ghana and went to Nigeria. Ghana and Nigeria are just brothers from time imme morial. I stayed in River State and worked hard to accumulate a lot of money doing any job that came my way apart from my sound engineering work. Too much work broke me down and I ended up in a hospital. The nurses at Crystal Galaxy Hospital were very lovely people. One in particular made it her responsibility to take care of me. With time she captured my heart. Her name was Nneka. I said it, "Niger babes dey bi." Nneka was a very lovely lady. Her smile was so infectious that she'd light up everyone around her with it. I don't know the extent to which I could describe her unique beauty because no word artist could use words to perfectly paint a picture of her. She had such an alluring beauty making me to believe that some things could be perfectly made-like her. A lot of things made her beautiful but her strongest point of attrac tion is her eyes. They were unimaginably attractive. I felt magnetized by her charming eyes, as if they were gleaming the statue of liberty. Her eyes sparkled in the Golden sun. Every outfit would no doubt loved to embrace her body, because she would make it look more gorgeous. She was a beautiful icon of a lady. Everyday, I found a new amazing dimensions of her. Her ultimate philosophy was to live, love and laugh unconditionally. Afterall,life itself is free. Her life seemed like a fairy tale, but in reality,she was a goddess of beauty. She had a slender waist, whistling down from her bust, as smoothly as the water cascading from a waterfall.The bends of her hips was so voluptuous that you feel as if it has been carefully carved out by the creator. Her bosom was remarkably full. Her glistening fair skin ,infused with a hint of cream ,correlated with her perfect figure and ethnic origin; Igbo. There is no denying the fact that her physique was more than enough to give heart ache to any of the pasers by,as it surely cause my heart to skip uncontrollably. Her charmy features made it difficult for me to look away.Tough for a mortal to not feel something , something greater than an instant infatuation. Nneka was flawlessly made. I knew at once I was attracted to her. Looking through her eyes,I knew she was also attracted to me. This was a feeling I has never experience before. I spent hours thinking about her. I would call her in the evenings just to hear her voice. It wasn't long before our feelings ran very deep and marriage became eminent. ~Wedding ~ *Divine Church of Christ* The church was full to capacity and everyone was impatiently waiting for the arrival of my bride, Nneka Anokwuru. I was already in the church waiting. The officiating Pastor was in one of his best moods and happily singing along with the congregation.  Among the congregation were relatives , friends and well wishers of both Nneka and mine. Finally she arrived at the Church, dressed elegantly.The congregation cheered as she arrived with her  father.  A man gesticulated to her it was time to walk down the lane. The orchestra started playing their famous melodious songs.... Song by Bruno Mars Marry You It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do? Hey baby, I think ? I wanna marry you ? Is it the look in your eyes, or is it this dancing juice ? Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you… ******** Don't say no no no no no Just say yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah And we'll go go go go go....... The flower girl and boy, lined  the path with pink rose petals, followed by the ring bearer for the wedding.She carried the wedding rings on a large white satin pillow and held the pillow as if it was the most sacred thing.  Nneka hummed along silently to the song as she walked through the guests. Her father who was waiting for her at a point  escorted her down the aisle,  which seemed far way than she  expected it to be. The guests kept  their attention on her, taking pictures of her. The music flew slowly in the background. When they reached the end of the aisle, her father hugged her saying, "I'm proud of you.  Pastor peter mounted the floral raised Dias. He began his sermon " Dear beloved, we are gathered here today to serve as witnesses in the marriage union between these  wonderful couples. Then he began his sermon." Let's remember that Marriage is a time  where two people share their love  before God and before men. ~Time for vows~   We stood before the pastor ,  sandwiched by our best man and bridesmaid . "Now between the two of you, is there any reason why you should not be joined together in Holy matrimony?"asked the pastor. We both answered, "No.  Nneka was overwhelmed with joy when she stared at the huge crowd.She was a famous nurse indeed. Before we exchanged the vows, Pastor Peter casually said ," if anyone objects to the marriage,  let him or her speak now or  forever hold his or her peace."  We were nervous when the pastor  said that." There was an uneasy silence. For a moment I imagined Caroline popping up at the church with our Facebook baby and causing a pandemonium saying , "Pastor, this man is a Casanova and a heart breaker. He impregnated me and ran away. This is his son. He can't marry Nneka or I will......" "If there is no objection from anyone, then let's continue with the vows, " pastor Peter's voice cut through my chain of thought and brought me out of my reverie. We exchanged the vows and signed the legal marriage documents. We took pictures with our friends and well wishers. Then we had a huge refreshment. It was stupendous. After the refreshment we went on our honeymoon or is it SEXmoon? #agamahfrancis #facebookbaby

Sexmoon ke na love in the moon

But Mr Jeff is too much naw

Hmmm naija girls dey scam like mad oh...wat if Nneka is a friend to Caro nd all diz is her plan

Nex episode pls...i need some shocker

Mr writer, i must admit you have your ways with words, like your mouth too sweet, i don de copy sum of ur love text 4 paper so i go use later 4 sum babes but i must warn u, 9ja babes no b like Ghanian babes whey u go chop and run. We get more than 1000 gods, if dem carry ya matter go Benin or Ijebu, Amadioha, Sango and Sopono go fine ya black .ass and deal with u, u could have stayed in Ghana with your facebook bby @LadyG @senatordaniel @royalgold over here

@ele1 e wan come try Naija babes, guy me dey tell u say ya own don finish b dat nd dnt 4got say anytin u do na seed wey u plant nd u must reap am o.

Clifford u too much..u neva finish the one you create you still one create another baby @Henrymary wetin we go call the baby wey Nneka go born Abi na sexmoon baby

As in this guy no get sense o

@LadyG wetin go hapen if u encounter a guy like dis jeff?

Ok naw Jeff na naija you dey oo, let your hard corret oo 1

FACEBOOK BABY EPISODE TWELVE ??✌ ? NOTE: **************■************ FROM NOW ON, THE NAME "CLIFFORD" WILL BE USED MOST OFTEN INSTEAD OF "JEFF" SINCE CLIFFORD WAS HIS REAL NAME BEFORE HE LIED TO CAROLINE. HIS FACEBOOK BABY HOWEVER MAINTAINED THE NAME "JEFF JUNIOR OR JJ. ? *************■************* *** MAKING FAMILIES *** {Third Person's POV} Honeymoon is always the sweetest part of marriage. After the marriage and the honeymoon, Clifford and Nneka settled to make a home. Clifford became rich by dint of hard work. Not only was he rich but became a famous millionaire in Nigeria. Clifford established one of the biggest Universities in Nigeria called Meridian University. It specialised in sound engineering and other media courses. He travelled in and outside Africa. God blessed him with three lovely daughters. Deep within him, he wished Nneka had given him a son. It must be noted that Clifford's first born was Jeffery Junior( JJ). Jeffery Junior was the child Clifford had with Caroline during their loveship at Paradise Beach Resort when he called himself JEFF. It was rather unfortunate that Clifford didn't consider Jeffery Junior as one of his children. Ever since he was taken to the Department of Social Welfare, he had not set his eyes on him until he got married to Nneka. Even after marriage, he had not set his eyes on him or went looking for him. He had not also told his wife that he had an older child, a male with another woman called Caroline, before meeting her. ~10 years later~ To Nneka, her daughter Valentina was Clifford's first child. She was 10 years , Kyla was 8 years and Samantha was 6 years. Since he was rich and prosperous, he sent his children to a rich school- Galaxy International School. ( GIS) Caroline had also progressed in her career as a land Economist. She was assigned to the Nigerian branch of the land economy. So Caroline also relocated to Nigeria just a year after Clifford's exodus. Off course, she was not aware of Clifford's relocation to Nigeria. It has been 15 years since her encounter with Jeff( Clifford). Her bitter experience with 'Jeff' had hardened her heart towards men. To her, all men are the same. She didn't want to become vulnerable to any man again. So she had deve loped a wall around her heart and not ready to mingle or date any man. She also enrolled her child in one of the famous international schools in Nigeria called Greenoak Internatio nal School (GIS) Greenoak International School  (GIS) is a private primary and  secondary school located in Port Harcourt, Rivers State. The school caters for children of all nationa lities from 5 to 16 years of age.The school offers an International Education system, consisting of International Primary Curriculum (IPC), along with American and British curriculum programs. From infancy, Caroline always admonished her son to be wary of Social Media, especially Facebook. She herself could not remember the last time she had been to Facebook. That was roughly more than 15 years. Over the years, her heart began to soften with regards to men. There was one lawyer who kept pestering her. She had not given him any indication that she was interested in him but she knew she was considering him in her heart. One of Caroline's Colleagues Felicia who had never seen her friend with any male friend before asked her, "have you ever being in love before?" The Question pushed her down the memory lane. A memory lane of about 15 years when he first met 'Jeff' on Facebook. That night she was restless. She knew Clifford may have gotten married and moved on with his life. It had been 15 years now. Based on that conjecturing, she asked herself why she should be trapped in the prison of her own past if other people had moved on in life. Upon a sober reflection, she deci ded to pay the lawyer a surprise visit. She called the lawyer and he gave her a vivid direction to his house. Entering her car, she moved towards the lawyer's neighbour hood. *** Though she was aware Lawyers belonged to the elite class, Caroline was very surprised at his Residence in Ikeja GRA.Located in the suburbs of Lagos, this upper-class neighborhood has some lovely homes that require some serious cash. When she got closer to his Estate, she  noticed the well-laid out houses with their well painted walls and Iron massive gates.Even the smell was different from the other environments , typical of most Nigerian communities which were often piled with rubbish and filth. Everyone in Lawyer Okafor's community was better dressed. It was not surprising because it was one of the elites' or high class communities in Nigeria ,a town which offers a panoramic view to its upper class dwellers. As she approached Okafor's residence, she  noticed the well-painted buildings decorated with potted plants and designed burglar proofing with walls which had been spiked and electrified to keep away intruders and thieves. It was quite ironical that majority of Nigerians were wallowing in abject poverty where very few enjoy so much riches. She watched the numbers on the well laid out houses until my eyes landed on house number 0025. She pressed the door bell and waited. A CCTV was fixed on her for about 5 seconds. She saw a blue ray of light flashed through her whole body and an automated voice said, SCANNED COMPLETE.! Then she heard a CLICK and the gate opened by itself. She stepped into a large compound, surrounded by magnificent storey buildings that bore the mark of unique designs one only see in CNN, BBC or DW-TV News. There was a large garden surround ing the building. A fresh cut lawn with beautiful plants and flowers and an overwhelming smell of mint, gave the place an unparalleled ambience. The path led her to another smaller gate. On the small gate was the  inscription "WELCOME TO LAWYER OKAFOR'S VILLA!!!" boldly emblazoned on It. As soon as she reached the gate, it opened. She followed the path to a magnificent building. In summary, Jackson's residence was Paradise on Earth. It had a facial recognition software technology. After seeing her face, the door of the buiding opened and there he was, Lawyer Okafor ! He said, "welcome to My villa. Forget about the rigorous security checks.  "You know security is very important to us, Lawyers. We have a lot of enemies due to the nature of our work." She sat on his super soft couch and gazed at the chandeliers mounted on the ceiling. "I am surprise you have decided to pay me a visit today, Lawyer Okafor told her." "Well, it's just a harmless visit. I was just a little bored at home and decided to pay a courtesy call," she said. "Hmmm, if this is a dream, please don't wake me up," the lawyer said and they both laughed. Caroline tried to hide her astonish ment but it was apparently written all over her face. She never knew the Lawyer Okafor had a sense of humour and that rich. After her first visit, she relaxed for about three weeks before deci ding to pay the lawyer another visit. It looked as if Lawyer Okafor's security system had a breach that day. Caroline had no difficulty entering the lawyer's house. Her decision to visit the lawyer unannounced was to tell him she wanted to give him a chance in her life. She was about to knock on his door when she heard some scuffling followed by pleasurable moaning "Umm,ahhh,babe, give it to me, give it to me, I love it. Yea !yea!! yea!!! You are so sweet, Honey!!!!" Her heart sunk. She peeped through a tiny space in the window and was shocked to see the Lawyer banging a lady !!! This time around, she was not really surprised. She had grown to accept the fact that men would always be men regardless of their social status. She turned back and left. In her desire to test the sincerity of the lawyer, she called him on a mobile phone and asked about his whereabout. The lawyer lied, "I have travelled out of the country." Smiling to herself, she put the phone down and said, "I don't think Lawyer Okafor is the right man for me. He had failed a test on sincerity." With that little bit of exposure which validated her earlier conviction that all men are the same, the wall she built around her heart suddenly resurfaced. *** Clifford was getting very satisfied with his achievements so far in Nigeria but sometimes, the conse quences of our past actions catch up with us in the future. Clifford suddenly came home at an odd time only to realised a strange car that didn't belong to him or his wife packed in his house. He knew at once there was a stranger in his house. He tiptoed through the back door into his secret room. There, he picked his revolver gun and advanced towards his bedroom. With anger, he flung his door suddenly open only to realise another man on top of his wife Nneka! and his wife was enjoying every bit of the man's lovemaking and " rocking style." His eyes widened with shock. He pointed his gun on the man and was about to pull the trigger when Valentina entered the room. The strange man managed to make use of that situation and bolted off. Clifford left immediately in anger. The following week, the couples were headed towards the Divorce Court. Soon it was a done deal. Nneka and Clifford were divorced after ten years of marriage. #agamahfrancis #facebookbaby

Mr Clifford, u are heartless... Don't worry, Karma is still very much alive.

I Just De Take One Eye De Look This Guy, "e Go Soon Shock Am"

Aah guy u will nt sow mango nd reap pawpaw, that's imposible naa, bt 2 honest some women ar heartless, hw can Nneka bring a man 2 their matrimonal home 2 ve sexx with her ? My woman u did nt get it at all. My dear @ele1 i wanted 2 answer u bt nemesis is at work. @emmy01 @henrymary.

Karma is working Payback time

**clears throat** as my father used to say, this ground we stand on na de do partial, u cnt plant maize and harvest beans.. One of my friend's uncle recently discover say he isnt the father of 3 of his 5 kids after 17 years of marraige, na d matter dem stil de settle.. Jeff, cliff or wetin dem de kal u, my mind tels me, d 3 kids u got with nneka mite nt b yours, u mite hav been training another man's kid, but make we de see sha.. U and carol go soon meet , @LadyG ur broda man is here

@Ele1 wat u said na tru.. those 3 girls might nt be his

And junior jeff would fall in love with valentina

I hear u dear @ele1.

Payback time

This is just the beginning, who know you may even divorce up to 150 times. @LadyG I de your back as your ADC, so a man like this would not come toast you.

I said it dat dis guy us really senseless

Hmmmm Next

EPISODE THIRTEEN ??✌☝️ ** NO FACEBOKING *** ~ Six years later ~ [JEFFERY JUNIOR'S POV] I am Jeffery Junior aka J.J. Honestly I didn't know my father. I have not seen him before and my mother always feel uncomfortable any time I asked her these questions ;" Who is my father?" "Where is he?" Can I see his picture? I kept asking her these questions for the past ten years. One day the school head teacher asked me to tell my father to come and see him. I came home to tell my mum what the head teacher had said. My mum went to the school to see the head teacher but he insisted on seeing my father. I was there when the head teacher asked her if my father was dead. She said "No." Then he asked, "where is he?" She answered, "I don't know." Since that incident, my mother had never been herself. I reasoned whatever my father might have done to her was serious. There was another thing that made my mother uncomfortable; the mention of the word "Facebook" On my 18th birthday, my mother wished me a happy birthday. I have been asking her for a phone for the past three years but she always said I was too young to possess a mobile phone. On my 18th birthday, she gave me a present. It was mobile phone with a strict warning, I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU ON FACEBOOK!" "Why ?" I asked. " Social Media is very harmful to young people. It makes them vulnerable to a whole lot of harm including child predators, so I don't want to see you on that platform. " "But why Facebook in particular," I asked. "It had harm me before, so I don't want you to have that nasty experience,"said she. "Ok. Mum," I said, rather reluctantly. Now that I'm now 23 years old, I felt I was matured enough to decide for myself. I was in level 400, Meridian Univer sity offering a Sound Engineering Course. Meridian University is media centred. It focused on courses like Broadcast Journalism, Acting, Sound Engineering, Video Editing,film making, story/script writing, Reporting, Talk show,Media Law, Human Resource management, animation,motion, still picture designing, Cinemato graphy etc. In school, I secretly created a Face book account but I never had the chance to utilise it. It was vacation time.Home was boring. In order to kill my boredom I decided to play my favourite computer game of football called "DREAM LEAGUE"on my IPad. Being a fan of Barcelona, I choose la Liga league, then select team ' FC Barcelona.' Anytime I played this game, I was always defeated either by 3-0,5-0, or sometimes even 7-0. My best score ever was 2-1. I decided to play against Real Madrid , been the toughest Contender of FC Barcelona. The El classico began and I moved the control buttons with ease either playing long pass,pass,chip or hard shot. I seemed to have gathered a lot of experience in the game and by half time , It was a draw game. The game resumed as usual. Within five minutes,Lukà Modric, Real Madrid's central midfielder made a sweeping pass to Benzene who dribbled Gérard Piqué and scored a goal.⚽️ I stepped up my game after that goal and put Real Madrid's defense under pressure with their goal keeper, Thebault Courtois, making a lot of superb saves. Five minutes to time, Busquet(Barça) made a miraculous central pass to Luis Suarez who quickly passed to Lionel Messi at the far Right Wing. Messi dribbled the two defenders Sergio Ramos and Marcelo and scored a terrific goal. ⚽️.It was Magical. In the 89th minute,Bale nearly scored but missed the goalpost by half an inch.The score remained 1-1 after end of the official time. We began extra time and it became a midfield battle! Two minute to end of Extra time , Ter stegen of Barça also made a miraculous save diverting Benzema's shot a corner. The corner was played but was intercepted by Piqué who chipped the ball back in and Real Madrid was caught on the counter -attack. Messi run like a supersonic plane , dribbled four players through the mid -field before been clipped down by Sergio Ramos just at the edge of the penalty box.It was a foul and Ramos was yellow carded. Free -kick.I decided to use Luiz Suarez to take the free kick but later changed it to Messi. Messi took the Free kick.The ball rose beautifully in the air, flied on top of the wall and edged pass Courtois who dived to the left to intercept the ball. GOAL!!!.⚽️⚽️ The scoreline was now was 2-1 against Real Madrid. I was very excited. Then when the ball was kicked from the central spot by Real Madrid but time was up.For the first time , I beat Real Madrid. I ran with excitement round the room. Then my mum dressed up. Obviously, she was going out. She had been seeing a certain lawyer lately but they seemed to quit. Intentionally, I asked her, " Mum, are you going out?" She smiled and said, "Yes,Jeff. Junior,I'm going out." "Ok, mum ,have fun." I will and you too. Enjoy your Vac but make sure no..........." "FACEBOOKING" I completed the sentence for her. We all laughed and she walked towards her car. As soon as my mother left the house , I logged into my Facebook account. I saw a lot of friendly request and I confirmed them. I was surprised to see chains of friendly requests. Two girls in particular captured my attention. Valentina and Kyla. Valentina was even online. The moment I confirm her friendly request she sent me a "Hi." My mother's admonishment about social media especially facebook. echoed in my mind " Social Media is very harmful to young people. It make them vulnerable to a while lot of harm including child predators, so I don't want to see you in that platform.It had harm me before, I don't want you to have that nasty experience." With that in mind I logged out of my account without responding to her "Hi." Going back to my game Dream League, I decided to play against VALLENCIA FC. Clicking the " select " and "play" button, I began my virtual football match: FC BARCELONA VRS VALLENCIA FC. Marcelo slide and blocked the striker from playing a shot, there was a long pass to Luiz Suarez..He dribbled the central defender but he was very belligerent. He was fouled near the edge of the 18 yard box. The referee whistled for a free kick. Lionel Messi was ready to play the free kick. Everyone knew it was a done deal. "Wheeeeiii , the referee whistled. Messi played the free kicked. It was beautiful to see how the ball rose into the air like an eagle and curled, moving towards the left pole. The goalie dived towards the direction of the ball to intercept it. He was short by an inch. It was obvious. Goal? Wait a minute..The goalie did something super human. He stretched himself more than he could and caught the curled ball in mid- air in a super-man style. Messi was stunned. He held his head. It was a goal kick.... ****** As if luck was on my side, my mother Caroline returned ,Packed a few of her belongings and told me she was travelling to Ghana. She said she was going for an essential family meeting for a WHOLE WEEK!!! I lifted my hands in the air and sang Don Moen's Gospel Song "THANK YOU LORD" Bible says it's a good thing to give thanks to the Lord, amen? I come before You today? And there's just one thing that I want to say? Thank You Lord Thank You Lord?? For all You've given to me ?? For all the blessings that I cannot see? Thank You Lord? Thank You Lord? With a greatful heart?? With a song of praise With an outstreched arm I will bless Your name? Thank You Lord?? I just wanna thank You Lord Thank You Lord I just wanna thank You Lord Thank You Lord? #agamahfrancis #facebook #baby

EPISODE FOURTEEN ??✌✌ ONE WEEK OF FREEDOM Day #1 I avoided Facebook and concentrated on my video games and watching TV. After that I bathed , ate and slept. Day #2 Same routine. Nothing too special about the second day since my mum left. Day # 3 On the third day, I was playing my Dream League as usual when my phone beeped. I saw the Facebook icon on my notification pane. A voice within me said, "avoid the notification message." Another one said, You need to access this message. You have been missing a lot on Facebook." I was confused. I don't know which one to listen to. I remembered one of Jay shetty's motivational videos. He told a story and the tale went like this: "An old Cherokee told his grandson, “My son, there is a battle between two wolves inside us all. One is Evil. It is anger, jealousy, greed, resentment, inferiority, lies, and ego. The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, humility, kindness, empathy, and truth.” The boy thought about it, and asked, “Grandfather, which wolf wins?” The old man quietly replied, “The one you feed.” -Author Unknown He then went on to explain it.... "In quiet moments, you may have felt it—that tugging feeling in the pit of your stomach or in your chest when something is not right. How many times have you known  something about a person or situation, but ignored it only to have your suspicions confirmed? You may look outside yourself for answers, thinking that accessing your inner wisdom engenders mistrust, fear, and doubt, especially when there is no evidence to back it up. But you were gifted with this inner “knowingness” and by building a relationship of trust with this voice, it can lead to an empowered life filled with desirous outcomes. Start to pay attention, and you will slowly begin to hear the different voices or “wolves” within you, and the choice will become yours as to which one you will feed." That was a powerful advise. Right? I decided to ignore the notification. When moving my hands, it accidentally swipe across the screen and the screen was unlocked opening the notification icon by default. It was a picture of Valentina. Her n*ked picture. I gasped for breath, having been overwhelmed by her sheer beauty. A pulchritude par excellence. For a moment I thought an angel had invaded my phone. I blinked my eyes to see if I'm in a dreamland or heaven, because I knew that was the only place angels live. "WOW!!!" I was staring in awe at the photograph before my very eyes. No doubt,Valentina had the most beautiful boobs with just the right sized ni*ples I'd ever seen. They were perfectly round with the right amount of sag to make them look so desirable. I gazed at her slit . It was clean shaven and tantalizing. I began to think of how it would feel to go into that temple of pleasure and have a feel of her " Prayer services. " The desire to "taste" Valentina grew so strong in me. Quickly I forgot my game and logged into my Facebook account proper. Valentina was online. It looked as if she was always online. I sent her a "hi" There was no turning back. We began chatting. Valentina: hi Cutie. Me: hi Beautie Valentina: I sent you a hi two days ago but you didn't respond. Why? Me: I was busy. Valentina: busy twerking her? Me: meaning? Valentina:hahaha. Never mind. Don't tell me you are a newbie. You looked to glassy to be a novice. Me: Hmmm. Appearance can be deceptive. Valentina:Yea, Yea, Have you seen my nude? Me: Yea. Valentina: How do you see it? Me: You look sexy. Valentina: Yea. Me: How old are you ? Valentina: between 15 and 17. Me: 16? Valentina: I won't tell you. Me: Yoo. I heard. Valentina: I dreamt of making love to you. Me: (taken aback by Valentina's words) Is that So? But you don't know me. Valentina: Hahaha. Signs of Naïvity Me: Hmmm. Valentina: You have seen my profile already. I'm the first child of Mr. Mensah Clifford. The Chancellor of Meridian University. Me: (amazed) You are really the daughter of a big man. I'm a student in your father's University. Valentina: Like seriously? Me: Yea. Valentina: You look so hot. Can I be your......" Me: Girlfriend? Valentina:(stunned) Why did you finish the question for me? Me: Just wanna prove to you I can also be smart. Valentina: Well. Whatever. So what is your answer. Me: Let's take it one at a time. Valentina: Hmmmm. Ghanaian guys, you are not aggressive kuuuraaa. That's why I like Nigerian men. You meet. You bang each other.You go. After all, it is just for enjoyment. No commitment. Me: That's true but decency and self respect is expedient. Valentina: Bullsiiittt!!!! Ibi decency we go chop, Mak u shine your eyes ooo, bobo. Me: ok.If you say so. Valentina: How old are you? Me: Twenty. Valentina: You are older than me but don't see me like a pikin oooo. I can surprise you. Me: In which way ? Valentina: Every way. Give me your direction. I wan see you for real Me: Just come to Obio Akpor. Alight at the Local Government Area Secretariat, Rumuodumaya, Rivers State. Follow the street adjacent the Local Government Secretariat and look for house number 00075. Valentina: Ok.See you soon, dearie. I can't wait to welcome the daughter of the Great Chancellor of Meridian University, into my humble abode. #agamahfrancis #facebook #baby

Hahaha Jeff she is your sister but that is the work 0f your father

This episode was just all abt foothball game... Which isn't cool at all

Jeff, u see what ur disobedience is gonna cause? U gonna bang ur sister now.

Hmmmm d facebook dat u were told to avoid would na let u to bang yah sister... Anyway u re jeff junior... ur papa pikin na im u be

I just pray ur mum comes bk on time make she stop d water from passing d garri

@LadyG @Ele1 @Ugonnadeyoungestwriter @Emreks come nd see

Chisos!! Incest

Jeff junior abeg help me destroy her toto She deserves it *Not My Handwriting,Just Passing*

You're going to fall for your half sister.

Hmmm Valentina nd Jeff, pls dnt allow history 2 repeat itself o, if nt it will b very bad o.

My dear @emmy01 they will neva see me o. @henrymary i sight o, bt wic one b ur name henry or mary, no vex o.

**sigh** Jesus wept!

@henrymary *waves leg*

Una no go kill me with laf here o, @fb-danieledem wic one b she/male ? My broda man @ele1 hmmm wic one b d waving of legs kwanu?

@Ele1 leg dat i wee soon break @ladyg na long story how d mary join d henry just leav am like dat

EPISODE 15 ??? * THE OTHER GIRL * Day # 3 Continues ~3 Hours Later ~ My high expectation for Valentina softened when she didn't turn up . I was beginning to think she was just toying with me. Suddenly my phone rang. I gazed at the screen. It was her. I picked the call and asked her" what took you so long?" Have you arrived? To my astonishment, she said " No " She had not arrived. She told me her mother suddenly called her and wanted to send her on an errand so she could not make it that day. She promised calling me as soon as she was done with the errand. I was highly disappointed, I turned back to continue playing my video game. I was about to click the " play button " when my phone beep again. I glanced at the notification panel. It was Kyla. Kyla seemed more formal and not really friendly as Valentina. I click on the notification panel and read her message. She said,"let's chat " on Facebook. Quickly the link attached to her message took me to Facebook. She sent me a picture. A decent but lovely one. Kyla : Hi JJ Me : Hi, Kyla. Kyla : Thank you for accepting my friendly request. Me : You're Welcome Kyla : you are so handsome. Me: Thanks for the compliment. Kyla : Your profile on Facebook doesn't say much about you. I want to know you more. Me :Why? Kyla : Isn't it obvious to You, I like you. Me : I see. Where are you now? Kyla : In town.I came to do some thing in town. Me : Where exactly? Kyla :Obio Akpor. Local Government Area Secretariat, Rumuodumaya, Rivers State. Me : what?!! I'm in that area. Follow the street and look for House Number 0075. Kyla : Are you serious. Me : Yes. Very serious. Kyla : Ok. I'm coming Me: I will be waiting. **** ~ Ten Minutes later ~ I made my room nice and arranged the bed, throwing the old bedsheet away, replacing it with a new one . I spray some perfumes on the bed and styled the edges with a bouquet of flower. "C-R-R-r-r-r-r," The gate bell buzzed. I was highly expectant. Probably, it would be Kyla. Gleefully, I walked to the gate and opened it. It was Kyla. She smiled at me. She looked very simple in her Mini skirt and sleeveless blouse. "Hello! My facebook friend , you're welcome." She giggled and said, "Thank you" I ushered her into the living room. "Please Make yourself comfor table" I said, and like a caring friend , I served her with all that would make her feel at home like Malt, biscuit, and cake. "Please set the ball rolling" I said with all confidence. After you confirm my friendly request on Facebook I became curious and wanted to find out if indeed you are the real owner of that cute face you used for your Displayed Picture. She began to sip her malta Guin ness while looking into a photo album. I cleared the table soon after she had satisfied herself with the drink. "I must confess you look more handsome than your photograph," she said. I turned on the TV for Kyla. " Let's watch this TV programme, I said. "Which TV programme?" She asked. "Date Rush" I said, It's a programme that seek to connect young single men and women looking for love. It's like a match-maker kind of thing. "Wow, I never imagine there is any TV programme like that. Which channel is that? " she asked. "TV3"a TV channel in Ghana," I said. We watched the programme for about twenty minutes. Kyla loved it. She said, "It's really interesting." "Yea,It's fantastic," I said. Kyla suddenly turned and watched me."Don't you have beer in the refrigerator?" She asked. I was surprised a lady of her calibre was demanding beer. I said, "No , I don't but I can get one for you." " Ok. Do that for me,"She said succinctly. I dashed across the road and got Kyla two bottles of beer. Her face lightened up the moment she saw the beer. I realised she kept staring at me in a way that suggest she desired me in a romantic way. I needn't wait for long to conjecture the scenario. She said, "can we have some "fun" after the drink?" "Well, yeah, emm, which kind of fun are you talking about, " I said, pretending not to know what she was taking about. She looked at me quite surprised at my utterances and said, "you don't look like an unintelligent person. I'm sure you understood me.I need a quickie." "After another round of drink, she was boozed. "Excuse me, Kyla, I want to have a bath," I said to her. I entered my bedroom to undress and take my bath. Kyla suddenly materialised in the bedroom n*ked.  She had taken off her skimpy mini skirt and blouse. "Let's go and have the bath together, after that you will give me a 'quikie.' Said Kyla. "The two of us?" I asked , feeling quite uncomfortable. "Yes, why not,are you shy of me?" "No, " I said. "C'mon, Don't act the Roman Father here, " she held my right hand and we moved to the bathhouse together. #agamahfrancis #facebook #baby

EPISODE 16 ???? CIRCLES OF ROMANCE ****? READER'S DISCRETION IS ADVISED. THIS EPISODE IS QUITE SENSUAL. ****? After bathing, we walked back into the bedroom . I couldn't help but gape at her thick gorgeous feminine body. We kissed passionately as if our lives depended on it. I was ignited with a hot unbridled passion and lust. Kyla's eyes glowed like a hunting cat’s in that dimly lit room, and her mouth was as red as a berry. We plunged onto the soft surface of my rosy bed ,closed-together as if any small space between us will separate us from our moment of pleasure. Soon the quickie metamorphosized into something else... We crossed from the physical world into the world of ecstasy, pleasure and laughter. Time stood still. My heart was beating faster than my thought. I felt I was en route to heaven. “You can come "in" now,” she said, kissing me tenderly. I found myself catching fire in the watery warmth of her flesh. We made love, the pungent scent of our bodies’ juices mingling with the perfumed bouncing bed as the moon gazed at us in consternation, its light pouring on us like golden rain. Exhaustion became the final arbiter that broke the ecstatic bond. Back to the physical world,she dressed up quickly and I saw her off. "It's late babe, stay over," I said "Now, I need to go home. I brought my own car so driving home won't be a problem. It's just ............" She gazed at her golden watch. "....9.00 P.m. I should be home by 9.40 P.m. "Ok. If you insist," I said "By the way, you never gave me any background information about yourself apart from the one on facebook ,"I reminded her. She smiled and said, "Never mind. Next time." Soon I heard the sound of her vehicle in the background. She's gone. Day # 4 When Kyla left , the sweet short moment we shared remained etched in my mind. I couldn't focus on anything. I turned to Motor race but it was wasteful. I decided to play super Mario. I select my player and the level. Then clicked on The " PLAY BUTTON." A shrill buzz of my mobile phone interrupted my game. It was as if the "play button" on the game was synchronized with the caller's time. I glanced at the phone screen. It was not a familiar number but I picked the call. "Hello ! JJ" "Hello,whom am I speaking with, please?" A very soft melodious voice echoed from the other side of the wireless line. "Valentina" "Oh, come on , Babe, you nearly deceived me with your melodious voice. May I know the good tidings you have for me this afternoon ?" I inquired. "It's a real promise" " I can't wait to hear it, dear" "Are you ready to hear it ?" She teased. "Ever ready, dear!" I exclaimed. "Sing for me before I tell you, "Valentina said. "Oh,My dear. Not now.When I see you vis-a- vis , I will sing for you. "Are you serious with that ?" "Yes, "I replied. "Ok, I would be your guest in an hour's time. " "Really? Oh, come on, isn't that going to be wonderful, dear? I can't just wait to see you in my humble abode." I said and ended the phone, full of smiles. I was very much delighted after that piece of conversation. "Is Valentina surely coming into my abode for sure ?" I kept asking myself," a little bit sceptical because she promised to turn up on Monday but later made an excuse her mother had sent her on an errand. Well. I could only wait and see. "What would be my reaction when I see her? Should I carry her on my laps?" I laughed at that thought. Suddenly the memory of Kyla was relegated to the background , replaced by the fantasies of Valentina. I took a gentle walk in and around the whole house making double sure everything was perfectly arranged to suit the desire of Valentina. I also checked meticu lously for evidence of Kyla's presence. *** The gate bell buzzed "C-r-r-r." My heart missed a beat. Probably, it would be Valentina . Gleefully, I dashed towards the gate and opened it. Lo and behold, there stood Valentina , beaming with smiles and looking sexy in her thight jeans that accentuated her curves and topless blouse. "Hello! My sweetheart, you're welcome" I said kissing her on the cheek. She replied with a smile revealing a set of neatly arranged sparkling white teeth, and what added to her beauty was the deep dimples on her cheeks as she smiled ."Thank you "she said. I ushered her into the living room. "Please Make yourself comfor table" I said. I served her with soft drinks,Potato and corn chips, crisps, saltines and meat snacks. ."...I'm sorry I couldn't make it on Monday." She apologized. "It's ok." I said "I miss you so much." She said. "Me too." I said. I was so excited to see Valentina. She was actually my original plan. Skyla was an afterthought or a subsidiary plan. Valentina fit into my definition of a perfect lady. Curvy figure, round breast, set lips and amorous eyes. Being in her company was never a dull moment. She brought me drinks. It was quite unusual especially in our part of the world for a woman to buy drinks for a man. As if to endorse our union, the clouds began gathering and the rain began. The sky seemed to be crying heavily as if one of its sons is dead and was enroute to the burial ground. We felt like perfect couples amidst the showers of rain. My mother's absence from the house gave us limitless freedom and joy. As if we were children, we went out and began jumping up and down in the rain, dancing in circles. I carried Valentina in my arms and moved from the rain into my room. Both of us were soaked to the skin by the rain. With the two of us closely knitted, an intense passionate heat coursed through our bodies in order to drive away the coldness which had encamped us. Our bodies communicated with so much sensation and telepathy that we become very conscious of the signals our bodies were giving us, to be filled with love and emotion. Then suddenly, Valentina said, "can I kiss you?" Though I wasn't surprise at her request , the sincerity with which she said it really amazed me. I said, "Yes, Go on" She planted a kiss on my cheeks. Then it became more and more passionate. My sensation was awoken from sleep, revitalised by Valentina's expertised romantic kiss. I could see the flames of love burning incessantly in her eyes. My adrenaline automatically surged up. " Please,can you lock the door?"she said more of a command than a polite request. Valentina's attention has been momentarily diverted towards the door. I locked the door and drew the curtains shut. Now I knew there was no turning point. The love game has just began. It was clearly emblazoned on our faces. We sat and chatted for some time. Our hands met. The fingers intertwined and teasing each other in responsive caresses. Time had gone by and the only words we spoke were signs and facial expressions. I touched her waist and felt her pulse quickened. Her beautiful eyes had been communicating sensual messages to me. Without words, I stood up and while holding her hands, she rose with me. We stood together very close and gaze with a longing in our respective eyes. Together we moved closer. My hands softly touched her right cheek. Her eyes closed as her face turned in my hands. My left hand brushed through her hair and carresed her earlobes and neck. I felt her tremble. Her eyes grew softer and deeper, sparking with rays of love. As if with some unstoppable forces,our faces moved closer. Cheeks touched cheeks and I felt my moustache cautiously touching her cheeks. In a moment that seemed like eternity, our lips touched and began to move as one. Her lips were naturally soft and moist as they melted into mine. My hands moved and touched her back and I felt her gasp. Her knees weaken with intensity of my angelic kisses. I awoken her sensations in full gear. My hands moved away to her back and found her Zip. I opened her dress gently to the edge of her buttocks. The dress fell under Valentina's feet like a pack of rug. Valentina stepped out of her dresses. She unbuttoned my dress too and threw both shirt and trousers away. My blood boiled with passion "Valentina,"Your smile warmed my heart and your beautiful eyes pierced deep into my heart making me fall deeper and deeper in love with you. Your love is killing me softly. " " Me too, my heart is burning with love, " Valentina began, locking her tongue in my mouth. Valentina toyed with the hairs on my chest. As if hypnotized, I stood watching for a while before begin ning to toy with Valentina's well- proportioned figure. I lifted her up to level my head. We tickled each others sensitive areas , tossed and rolled on the rosy bed. We left this world of pain to the world of pleasure and paradise. The room suddenly transformed into the garden of Eden. Suddenly, the room was lit with a blue candlelight and the ground was adorned with soft rosy flowers. Time seemed to stop to witness the solemn display of love at its Zenith, so young, so tender, so romantic. Naïvity was simply out of the context. Somewhere along the way I had an intuition that I was treading on dangerous grounds but for once in my lifetime I decided to trust my clouded emotion rather than his highly discernible intelligence and intuition. Still I was not much of myself. I said, "Valentina,I don't want us to get into trouble for just ten minutes of pleasure. Let's stop it." Oh, JJ, don't spoil this beautiful romantic moment with fear of the unknown. I finally access "her" riding her up and down like an aggressive stallion. The lovematics was over whelming. Our chemistry was naturally in tune bringing series and series of pleasure and great ecstasy, leaving Valentina gasping for breath as she kept moaning uncontrollably, "Oh, eh,ei, ah!, C'mon babe. I love it." After several bouts of lovemaking , exhaustion crept in and we fell asleep on the bed n*ked. The room which had been transformed during our Swivation suddenly re-transfor med from a paranormal status to its normal appearance, the rosies, candles and blue lights suddenly obliterated from view. I couldn't believe Valentina passed the night over at my place. Day #5 On the 5th day, I went on a stroll and found myself in a forest. I suddenly have an intuition someone was stalking me. I turned round only to see an angry man pointing a gun at me. Valentina and Kyla were with him. He angrily asked me, "are you the one banging my daughters.?" "Kneel down there, you womanizer!" Get ready to die.!!! He pointed his gun on me and was ready to pull the trigger. My jaws quaked with fear and I drooled involuntarily. He pressed the trigger, "BANG!!" I gathered some courage and shouted, "M-Mummmmmm!!!!!!!" "Yes, what is It, JJ?" I woke up suddenly only to see my mother sitting by the edge of the bed. It was all one BIG DREAM. "It's ok. My baby.I'm sure you have a terrible nightmare." I looked at my mum blankly, hardly believing it was all a dream starting from my mother's travel down to where I shouted when the gun was put on me. Nevertheless, I asked Her, "mum ,are you planning of travelling?" My mum answered, "Yes" I planned travelling to Ghana next week. By the way, how do you know about it because I never told you." "Well, I saw it in my dream." I said. What else have you seen in your dream? She asked me. "A lot, mum." "Tell me all that you saw." "Ok.Mum" I began narrating my dream to my mum. " In my dream you told me you are travelling to Ghana and that you will spend one week there . You also advised me to be careful with the use of Facebook." I told my mum how I managed to obey his instruction for two days before going on Facebook where I met two beautiful girls online. I told her how the girls came to the house and we had ....s.e.x. Eventually, I told her how I met a man in the forest who attempted to murder me before I woke up. My mother looked worried but managed to tell me "son, don't worry, It shall be well. #agamahfrancis #facebook #baby

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Haha sebi that is how your father started. NEXT

Thank GOD it all a dream sha 0

Thank God it was all a dream..i thought you were killed

U will start banging ur fathers daughters

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**clears throat** Grateful it was a dream o, but im still predicting those ladies might not not be your kids cliff/jeff, lets see though .. @henrymary abeg o, na the legs u wan break i go use preach d gospel lolz.. @ladyg tat "MARY" whey de 4 @henrymary name na him bae, no two ways abt it

Episode 15 reminded me of when i was in 200level how i prepared my room for 6 hours cuz i was expecting a lady, only 4 her to tel me she couldnt make it, i told her she would never make it in life and tat was begining and end of everytin lolz

From dream to reality very soon. @Ele1 6 good hours? If na me, e for no end like that oh, I for go kidnap her sharply, and I'm sure you must have bought what you couldn't have eat or drink in a month.

@Ele1 na u dash me babe nah.... abeg make una leave my name i go explain wen d tym is right

Bt diz dream too long Now u will be able to avoid facebook

EPISODE 17 ???✌ FACEBOOK LADIES: JUICY CANDY ~Six months later ~ Jeff junior was growing into an extremely handsome young guy, a trait he inherited from his father Clifford, the super " Playboy" Of course,JJ's Cute features didn't escape the attention of the young ladies. As much as possible, Jeff Junior tried to avoid social Media, be it WhatsApp, Twitter, Linkin, Viber, Snapchat, Instagram and more specifically FACEBOOK. He was playing his Dream League as usual when his phone beeped. He saw the Facebook icon on his notification pane. A voice within him said, "avoid the notification message." Another one said, "You need to access this message. You have been missing a lot on Facebook." He was in a dilemma. Eventually, he decided to listen to the voice of his desires. He had forgotten his mother's severe warning against facebook and his own dream six months ago. JJ decided to log into his facebook account. A friendly request popped up and asked him to "confirm" and he confirmed it. He stared in awe at the photo graphs before his very eyes. Then another friendly request popped up. Quickly, he confirmed the second friendly request too. JJ was enjoying his interaction with the girls on Facebook. Soon he had other friendly requests from girls. That day marked a turning point in his life. He began spending more and more time on Facebook. He reflected on the beautiful girls he encountered on facebook. The girl with a screen name Juicy Candy has beautiful boobs with just the right sized ni*ples. The desire to "taste" Juicy Candy grew so strong in JJ and after several chats on Facebook, he invited her out. There destination was "La Campagne Tropicana beach. Many at times ,you see artist portraying the beach with their paintings, or by singing about its magnificence and its splendor but all these could not be equiparated with the real beauty that the beach really holds. Juicy Candy came round at the scheduled time in her car. She was dressed in mini- skirt with no visible panty line drawn at her big back. JJ conjectured she was wearing an under wear popularly called "Thongs." They are typically worn for the purpose of avoiding a panty line in tight pants, dresses, or skirts. Her very short mini skirt and bare back top with fine hairs smoothly lying on her skin turned so many heads and caused series of eye rolls. Her lips were adorned with pink colour. It looked like she was bra-less, betrayed by the dots made by her nipples which were hard pressed against her tight topless blouse. Her plump tights were tantalising and muscles packed but crafted in the shape of feminism. Her lady's bag match the colour of her high -heeled shoes and mini- skirt. "Welcome, sweetheart!" JJ said. Thank you,my handsome buddy, Juicy Candy responded. She looked at him sexily and asked, "what kind of friendship do you really want from me?" Be truthful." "I want friends with benefits," he said. JJ knew ladies want to be friends with benefits for exactly the same reasons men do: They don't want a romantic entanglement. They like sex but value independence. They value some other part of their lives, such as career, over romance. "Oh, I see," she said succinctly and hugged him. Soon they headed towards the beach. A place that JJ enjoyed going to was the beach. He saw it as a place of relaxation because it was normally quiet and peaceful there. To look around you and see the beauty of mother nature at its finest is simply magnificent, perhaps awe-inspiring.Majority of people see beaches as their favorite vacation destinations. Not only for the beauty and relaxa tion but for the sheer entertain ment.  Sometimes, one go to the beach to get away from all my troubles that are bothering him or her. To feel the grainy sand all under your toes. To sit there under the sun feeling the warmth of it beating down on your skin. To know that if you get too hot that you only have to walk about ten feet down until you get into the brisk cool ocean, and feel instant relief from the blistering sun. Also to lay on a float in the ocean and just feel the ocean as you are a part of it. Not only to feel but to hear the waves is the ultimate relaxation. The beach is not only known as a place to relax ,but as a place of beauty. JJ's preference was to relax and just soaking up the environment around him. It's so amazing to watch the palm trees flow freely and sway in the happy breezes of the sea. La Campagne Tropicana beach in Nigeria is quite popular for its combination of adventure, sweet solitude and breathtaking views. JJ and Juicy Candy went to "La Campagne Tropicana beach resort, Lekki Lagos."It provides them with an amazing view, tropical surroundings,peace and quiet, and a wholesome cultural experience. In fact, the experience began as soon as they set out and make the drive down to the soft, golden sands of the beach, being welcome by a great view where one could have a feel of the Atlantic ocean. In addition to its natural benefits, the Tourist Beach offered modern facilities to complement the overall experience. JJ was very happy to take his girl friend to that magnificent beach. They could feel the sand surround ing their feet and sun rays hitting their body. They went to the resort and ate Granola Bars,Yogurt and Roasted Chickpeas. In a small changing room, Candy changed into a bikini. The sea waves crashed incessantly onto the shore. There were seagulls flying above, looking for their next prey, dolphins jumping out of the ocean water as far as the eye can see. The volleyball nets strung tight as a harp. The hammocks swaying loosely in the nice ocean breeze and the drinks flowing made the aura of the beach quite indescri bable. People at the beach always find something fun to do. It may be; playing water sports in the ocean, playing volleyball or frisbee on the shore, or just plain relaxing and being lazy by laying in a hammock with a drink in your hand. JJ and his girlfriend found another type of "fun" in a summer hut. They decided to play the game men and women love to play when they are in love. Juicy Candy shifted her thong to one side. The writing on the thong " KISS IT, LIKE YOU, MEAN IT" seemed to convey the mutual feeling they share. Soon he kissed "it" , like "it" and mean "it" by exploring her feminine world of pleasure, in the bigger environment of the beach which offers innumerable pleasures, though not as sweet to man as the one found between the thigh of a woman. After their romantic adventure in the confines of the summer hut, they happily ran towards the blue sea. JJ, the Facebook baby carried her lover and together, they plunged into the sea, happily splashing the water on each other admist joy and laughter. It was getting to dusk. Time to go home. They left, fully happy they had been able to make the day at the beach a happy moment where they sealed their love with sex. #agamahfrancis #facebook #baby #story

EPISODE 18???✌? FACEBOOK LADIES: QUEENZY ~ One week later~ It was one boring afternoon. Caroline had travelled to Jos. JJ didn't want to play his normal game. Facebooking was becoming his new hobby. As soon as he logged into his facebook account, he saw another beautiful lady and they chatted. Out of the blue moon, the lady suggested seeing JJ in person. She said her name was Queenzy. She lauded JJ calling him "hot." Since JJ was feeling bored he gave her the direction to His house. Soon the gate bell buzzed "C-r-r-r-r. His heart missed a beat. Probably, it would be Queenzy. Gleefully, he dashed towards the gate and opened it. Lo and behold, there stood Queenzy , beaming with smiles. Queenzy wasn't as exciting as Juicy Candy but they got romantically attracted to each other and made love in an hour bliss ,filled with so much ecstasy, leaving Queenzy gasping for breath in her uncontrolled mood. After several bouts of lovemaking , exhaustion crept in and they fell asleep on the bed n*ked. The room re-transformed from a paranormal status to its normal appearance, the rosies, candles and blue lights suddenly obliterated from view. Queenzy couldn't wake up early the next day. ~The next day ~ " Chi-chi-chirriiiiiiip, Chi-chi-chirriiiiiiip," the song bird herald the coming of a new day. JJ was highly aware of the possibility of his mother returning from her journ...." "KOR!!, KOR!!!KOR!!! came an incessant knocking on his door. His heart missed. His intuition was right. He gazed at Queenzy. She was still sleeping soundly. "Queenzy !!! Wake up. It's dawn. He called her. The knock was becoming inces sant. "KOR ! , KOR !!! KOR!!!!" Queenzy woke up with a start. The strong arms of sunshine had parted his curtains and allowed a long ray of light into the room, dispelling the few traces of darkness still lurking there. " JJ !!......JJ.....What ...are ....." "I'm coming,mum," he responded. Queenzy looked dazzled but quickly took in the scenario. She dressed quickly and entered the topmost part of the wardrobe ,hiding behind some clothes. Finally, JJ opened the door. "You are welcome, mum" he said. She ignored his greeting and scanned through the room looking highly suspicious at her son. She suspected something fishy had gone on in her absence. "JJ, Which game are you up to? What kept you so long in opening the door?" She asked. He looked at her blankly, trying hard not to betray himself. She continued, "I noticed nowadays you seemed withdrawn from me. You are always indoor or on your phone. You don't play your normal football game again. JJ, I hope you are not doing what I'm suspecting you of" "What is that, mum?" he asked. She answered , "facebooking. You are showing signs of "Facebook depression." So tell me the truth. What exactly are you doing behind my back? He remained quiet. She couldn't find anything. After staring at him disapprovinly for two minutes, his mother moved towards the door and was about to leave his room when her eyes spot something on the floor. It was Queenzy's brassier. She was shocked. Picking it from the ground, she asked JJ, "whose bra is this?" JJ looked at the brassier in astonishment. Queenzy had forgotten to wear her brassier. "Ah,errrmmm, it's for me," JJ replied, having seen no logical explanation. Caroline's face split into a smile and then she asked, " Since when did men start wearing brassiers?" "Or are you now a gay?" "GOD FORBID, MUM!!!!" Then explain how a brassier crept into your room, or you are developing women's breast ? "Hahahahaha" "STOP LAUGHING AND ANSWER ME !!!" his mother commanded him. An idea occurred to JJ and he said, "mum,I bought it for my friend." "Friend or girlfriend?" Her mum retorted sarcastically. Once again, JJ was quiet. Caroline searched the whole room looking for a lady. She found none. Then she moved towards the wardrobe and was about to open it when she received a call. It was urgent. "JJ, You are still a boy. Don't toy with love. Love is a bitter- sweet thing. It can burn you so be careful son, I say be careful, Caroline warned her son. She added ,"DON'T BE LIKE YOUR FATHER" and left JJ's room. Queenzy came out of the wardrobe, took the brassier, jumped through the window into the backyard and left. For about three weeks,It was all rosy and pleasantries for the two girls and JJ. The romantic activities continued unabated. What happen next. WATCH ouOUT .. EPISODE 19 loading..●●●•••

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JJ you have to be careful so that you will End up like your father. m

Hmmmmm next

Hmmmm thank ur God that it was jst a dream o. Agamah Agamah !!!

Dnt be like your father... koni gbo

Time is coming when he will be caught red handed by his mum Next biko

Like father like son, it runs in d blood joor.

JJ amu go sharp like e papa own Agamah. @ele1 i lie ?

**clear throat** You see this life... Blood is thicker than water, destiny can be delayed not denied, he is working really hard to beat his father record of 146 ladies or so, but nna mehn dis is Nigeria o, some punani get pepper inside o

@ladyg na be d amu gan gan de make d tin sweet o na d styles and d milk(spe*m) whey him deposit, u no fit compare peak milk to jago.. And dis jeff jr go surpass him papa as i de see am

@emmy01 @royalgold @atermarial @ugonnadeyoungestwriter and d rest, new episode here sha

@emmy01 lolz.. Na lesson learnt sha, but God get special way of doing things o, wat if she cum die inside my room lolz

She mistskenly said dont be like your father and that didn't ring a bell

JJ watch out..cos u are heading to your doom

Hmm, it's in the blood. @Ele1 nothing do you

EPISODE 20 ???? SPILL OUT FROM THE DIARY I was tidying my mother's room one day when I came across her old diary. Out of curiosity, I glanced through and was surprise to see my name in her diary in a year that I didn't exist. I became more curious. Had my mother planned to name me " Jeff" long before I was born? I flipped the pages of the diary and saw a small autobiography. It read " Jeff brought so much pain into my life. He abandoned me after our sweet moment. I regretted the day I met him on Facebook." I put the pieces together and realise the "Jeff" in the diary must have been my father. My mum met him on Facebook. That's why she hated Facebook so much. She named me "Jeffrey Junior" in order to keep my father's memory. She must have loved him so much. I realised I was a Facebook Baby the product of their brief relationship. I grew more curious. How did my father look like? There was something about Creamy Mama's ex-husband's photograph that fascinated me. Everyday, I will look at his photograph and wondered how come I resembled him that much. Something else happened that reinforced my conviction about the man I kept seeing in the photograph. My phone had developed a problem and I asked my mum if I can use her phone. She was hesitant at first but eventually gave the phone to me with a strict warning not to go to Facebook. I took the phone and did the research I wanted to do. I could have returned the phone to her but something told me to try and log into her Facebook account and checked her own Facebook history. Why did she fear Facebook that much. I did a lot of trys and errors but couldn't get her password. Something in me keep telling me I was related to the man in the photo. I then remembered it was the same man I saw in my dream who wanted to shot me. Something told me to use my name "Jeff" as her password. I tried it and it worked. I logged into her Facebook account and browse through her chat history 23 years ago and BAM! I saw the " Jeff " mentioned by my mother in her diary. I matched it with the photograph of Creamy Mama's ex-husband. BINGO!!!!! It matched. Jeff is the same as Clifford. The puzzle made sense to me now. Jeff was Clifford's screen name on Facebook. He hide under it to deceive girls. Eventually, he married Creamy Mama, gave birth to juicy Candy and Queenzy. Yes, Creamy Mama was Nneka, Juicy Candy was Valentina and Queenzy was Kyla. Then I realized I committed a grave taboo by sleeping with my Father's Ex-wife and two of my half sisters because of Facebook. Despite this discovery, I pretended and asked my mum about my father once again. As if she knew I knew something about my father, she began narrating her past story with my Father to me. {CAROLINE'S POV} I know the time had come for me to tell Jeffery Junior, the Circumstan ces surrounding his birth and the truth about his father. I told him How I met his father on Facebook 23 years ago and he deceived me then that his name was Jeffery Yeboah. I also told him how we met at Paradise Beach resort where I got pregnant and eventually gave birth to him. I said, " Your father disappeared into thin air when I was pregnant with you. It was five years later that we met again in a plane when I was travelling to London. He was also traveling then to meet Melania his white girlfriend. I took him to Social Welfare but he managed to inveigle them and escape. I don't know where he is now, son." My son was moved to tears. He said, "I think I know where he is" "How could you know?" I asked highly surprised. Then he dropped a bombshell. I met his Ex - wife!!! "What!!?" How? He confessed to me how he met his half sisters and his father's ex wife a.k.a creamy mama on Facebook. Out of shock I asked how he knew that creamy mama's ex-husband was his father. He said he resem bled him and showed me a picture he stoled from creamy mama's album. When I gazed at the photograph, I was stunned. Surely the man in the picture was Jeff...Sorry....Clifford Mensah, my son's father. He even said his father Clifford was the Chancellor of Meridian University. My son had found his father after 23 years.

EPISODE 19 ???✌✌ MY SUGAR MUMMY [ JJ's POV] On friday morning, I was Face booking as usual when I met a woman. She will be around 40 years old. I sent her a friendly request and she accepted it. All I was interested in was to see her and have some casual fun. I heard the sugar mummies take good care of their lovers. The young ladies were becoming boring and too demanding. Let me try the "bigger, more experienced and mature fishes." So it was a rare opportunity for me when I finally met My sugar mummy. She told me her real name but said she preferred to be called " Creamy-Mama or "C- mama." Creamy-Mama told me to follow her into her car. In her car, she kept toying with my laps at interval whenever we discussed something funny. We had series of discussion. Through our chat I got to know she was married for 10 years and divorced for 6 years. I didn't asked her the cause of her divorce. On the way, she passed through the shopping mall and bought me lot of clothes and other redundancies I honestly didn't really need. “Chaiii, I don turn playboy abi" We arrived at her house around 7.30 P.m. I was watching TV in her sitting room when I heard Creamy Mama's voice telling me, "ohhh God!!!. I'm feeling hot. J-boy I need to take my bath urgently." She went into the bathhouse. The sound of the water splashing kept giving me an "internal pressure." Few minutes later, she called me to bring her her towel. I was amazed but said , "Ok, C-mama, I’m coming right away." I got to the entrance of the wash room and knocked. “Come in” she replied. I was shy. I had never seen the nakedness of a fully mature lady like my mother's size before. Gathering courage, I entered the washroom while holding her towel. I froze there for more than five minutes. My dear reader. Nawaooo. When I finally woke from my confusion, C-mama was bathing me like a 4 year old boy. After that she held my hand and took me into the bedroom. She sat on her bed with a white towel around her bosom running to her thigh and another white towel on her head. Creamy - Mama looked sexier after the bath. The upper part of her bosom heavily weighed on her towel. She told me to sit beside her on the bed. I kept gazing her smooth complexion, spotless thigh and her protruding bosom. The water drops on her skin enhanced her pulchritude. She applied some pommade on her face while I looked on. The more I glanced at her, the more my sexcitement intensified. Each time I raised my eyes to look at her, I would noticed her staring at me also. "Dear, don't be shy of me. I'm not your mother." She said, "My back is aching seriously. Come and help me with a massage! She gave me a hot ointment and lied flat on her chest with her back facing the ceiling underneath her towel. I massaged her back until she reached the apogee of excitement. I offered a little sexual prayer " "Lord, let me fill this sexy vessel with the abundance of my love." She fed me like a baby sucking her mother's breast. I did exactly that. Her breast seemed to become a feeding bottle in my mouth. At that point, I knew there was no turning back. I was lost in ecstacy and we paired like two blue - tooth devices. For the first time , I had a feel of a woman old enough to give birth to me, I woman I found on Facebook. After that night we had other hot buzzling sex parked nights in her chamber. One day ,She showed me her ex-husband and her children. I recognized her children imme diately. Juicy Candy and Queenzy. I also realised these names were mere screen or username names. Out of curiosity, I asked her of their real names. The names she mentioned to me sent me back to the dream I had some six months ago. I realised the names of the girls in my dream were the same as the names she mentioned to me. I also realised I was sleeping with mother and daughters. Surely, that is a taboo. I decided to break my relationship with Creamy Mama. My mother warned me, "DON'T BE LIKE YOUR FATHER." I stole a photograph of Creamy- Mama's ex-husband from her album. Then I left. That was the end of my relationship with Creamy Mama.

Jeff jnr,u are joking with your life despite your mum warming

Twalle for you Jj, atleast you surpasses your father in bleeping mother and daughters who are also your step mother and half sisters. @LadyG, @Ele1, @henrymary, @fb-Danieledem, @ugonnavictor, @iPhemloid,@timson, @Lawman-2 @kingvictor @aterwilliammarial and ALL others please make una show oh, let see how we go settle this matter. E don Happen

JJ just pray that Creamy Mama and her kids doesn't get pregnant for you

JJ you ar talkin lobish even after ur mother's warning, pack one side joor, u go chop meat wey pass u, my dear @emmy01 leave dat bad pikin 2 settle e sef abeg.

**clears throat** A wise man once said "CONFESS YOUR CONFUSION SO THAT YOUR CONDITION CAN COME TO CONCLUSION" ..If caroline had opened to her son a long time ago, this taboo wouldnt have happened, then again if this taboo didnt happen, how would JJ hav met his dad? .. You see this life ehn, odikwa mysterious.. @emmy01 my oga, i wave leg for u *sips wine*

EPISODE 22 ????✌ {CAROLINE POV} ACCIDENT I was driving towards my workplace Something seriously was eating up my son. I knew him. I can sense it. I have a hunch there was danger looming ahead. Trouble clouds were gathering. I decided to turn the car around and go back home to be sure everything was alright. I stopped the car 30 metres the house , walked and entered the house. There was no sign of life. I hastened my pace, entered the main hall and diverted to JJ's chamber. I knocked on his door but there was no response. I knocked his door again but still there was no response. My heart missed a bit. I went round to peep through the window. I saw my son...he was lying sprawled on the ground, motionless. I was frightened. My adrenalin level rose. I rushed back to the room , took a hammer and broke the door. He was foaming. Whitish fluids were coming out of his mouth. I knew what it was. Rat poison. There was a piece of paper by his "motionless" body. I took it and read what he wrote on it. WHAT!!! SON!!! HOW can you commit this great abomination. Something in me told me to leave him there and go but I'm his mother . No matter what he did, I could never abandoned him. I felt his pulse. It was very weak. I dialled the Ghana Ambulance service short code 193 but later decided to use my car. Time is of essence here. I may still safe him. Quickly I carried him in my arms and placed him in my car. Turning on the ignition, I speed off with one aim; to save my son. I stepped on the accelerator and increased the speed. About 250m/PH. I reached a sharp curve. In driving school, I learnt Braking on a curve may cause one to skid. It is advisable to reduce speed before entering the curve, and slowly lighten the pressure on the brake until you reach the apex point (where the car is closest to the inside of the curve line). At the apex or exit point, you apply light acceleration to pull the car out of the curve. I disregarded this driving lesson and negotiated it without decelerating. The car turned on one side, the two right tyres raising in the air. I shifted myself to the raised area to regain the car's equilibrium. Suddenly I saw an oncoming vehicle just a few inches  from the curve point of the road. It stray into my lane. I tried to move to the other lane but the steering wheel had locked. I applied my brakes but the brake  did not respond.I need to manoeuvre the car out of line of the oncoming vehicle but I lost Control of the steering wheel. HEAD-ON COLLISION was imminent. The other driver's car skidded on the road, Tires SCREECHING Hard. "TSSRRRRIIIIIIIIII." I saw about three people in the car. The oncoming vehicle, a Nissan Patrol smashed into my Land Rover. The two metals locked horns and there was a deafening sound of clashing metals " CLANNNGGG, CLIIINNNG,CLONGGG" Upon the collision, my two cars somersaulted so many times on the road, as if the world was going round. My body hit the dashboard of the car incessantly amidst  my cry for help and screams. My forehead collided with the wind screen and my bones, muscles and joints felt like they were been crushed beyond recognition. The noise of the metals been smacked over the asphalt was so deafening it pierced through my ears. The deflated air bag pushed  me right back into the seat , aided by my seatbelt. After the car rolled over several  times, it came to a sudden halt,  landing on its roof. I could see  everything faintly in an upside  down position. My vision continued to blur, synchronised with the high  level of excruciating pain I felt all over my body.  My vision kept flashing from pitch darkness to blinding white light.  I couldn't see clearly.Everything was blurred. I turned round to see my son. He was pinned to the corner of the backseat. I tried to raise my hand but it was impossible. The pain inside my arm was highly excruciating. It felt as if Thousand nails had been driven into my arm. Jesus might have suffered when nails was driven into his palm with a hammer. I cried painfully, " Jesus, help me, I'm your daughter. Deliver me from the chain of death. In the distance I heard the sound  of a siren. Blood was oozing out of my nose and almost every part  of my body.  I tried to scream  but my faint voice didn't have  such energy . My vision became very blur and I blackout.

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Naw it has Happen but killin your self is not th e d way out. 6

Don't even know what to say d

JJ what have you done? Do you think that taking your life will solve anything?

@fb-danieledem dis is when Fela's song "na double wahala for dead body" wil play in d background, our elders use to say "fly whey na hear word de follow dead body enter grave" .. Nonetheless, i hope they both survive this tragedy @ladyg ya face scarce abeg show @emmy01 @thecomely @royalgold et al.

@Ele1 thanks for the iv i never know dis story exist let me start reading from genesis

See what ur disobedience have cuased? I believe they collided wt Jeff's Father nd his daughters. Could all be a dream though

JJ did not just commit suicide, but attempt murder to his mother. This is example of a consequence of a generational sin

All diz boils down to disobedience and not keeping amu in place

Jeff jnr nd his mum together with clifford nd dawtas plus nneka must survive to ask for forgiveness from oneanother

☆ FINAL☆ EPISODE 23 <Third Person POV> THE WORK OF KARMA I'm sure you want to know the occupants of the other car. The other car belonged to Clifford. When he discovered two of his three daughters have being impregnated by a certain "JJ" he was very furious. Angrily, he searched for his .357 magum gun Found it and pushed his daughters into the car saying, "come and show me the motherf*cker who did this to you and I will shoot his brain out. Upon entering the car he sped of. So as Clifford was coming to kill his son( he didn't know his son was responsible for impersonating his daughters) Caroline was also rushing to the hospital to safe Clifford's son's life . As fate will have It, the two groups collided in the curve area of the road. All of them sustain serious degrees of injuries. Within minutes, the flashing red and blue lights of the ambulance surrounded the place. It came with aggressive speed , the kind of sheer driving audacity that let everyone know the siren doesn't make a polite request. Every head turned to follow the red and blue streak, curious about what had happened. The screeching tires and keening wail of the siren, madly barrelled through the streets in the hope of saving their lives. The five of them( Caroline, Clifford, JJ, Valentina, Kyla) were put into the ambulance. Soon they reached the hospital. The paramedics quickly parked the truck in front of the hospital and took them out. Nurses rushed towards the ambu lance. They were carried onto stretchers and hurried through the double doors. The accident was broadcast on TV. Caroline's father Andrews and mother Yayra saw the news of their daughter's accident. Quickly, they entered a car and headed towards Nigeria. Soon they entered Nigeria and located the hospital that was determining the fate of their daughter. "Doctor, how is my daughter?" Andrews asked. "We are doing our best to help them" Doctor Olusegun Sunday told her parents briefly and left. The two parents kept walking up and down the veranda , their eyes desperately looking for anyone to walk out of the emergency room. They saw the hospital chapel. They walked over to the altar and knelt, unsure of where to start. Mr. Andrews felt his voice shivering but Soon he was praying for his daughter, "Lord, don't take her away from us, please." They walked back to the waiting area with the hopes of hearing something good when the doctor came out. His eyes drippled with raw fear. The door swang open. They both looked at the doctor walking out of the room.Their heart skipped a hundred beats as he walked towards them. Andrews gulped as the doctor got nearer to them. Something about his sleek black eyes made him uncomfortable. He had a quick look at all of them , and maintained his equipoise. He wasn't bothered by the parents ' frightened eyes. He took a long gaze at the white sheet pinned to his note pad. Expectation delayed is a vexation to the heart. Andrews was unable to wait for him to give out the information so he asked , "How is she, Doctor?" The doctor looked at him , a gentle smile lurking on his lips,"We have managed to stabilise your daughter's condition but she suffered a serious injury to the head and arm and will take many months to heal. "What about her son,JJ?" Mr. Andrews asked. "We have done an abdominal lavage for the young man. He's quite Alright. Be thankful they were brought here in the nick of time,a few more seconds delay and he would have died. Andrews closed his eyes, cries of relief soothed his nerves like the peaceful waves of the Mediterranean Sea. It wasn't only Caroline's Parents who came to the hospital. Clifford's Parents also came. Mr Isaac Mensah his wife Martha Ninson (her family name) came to see their son Clifford. They were told he sustained severe leg injuries and was in a critical condition but his daughters were in a stable condition.

EPILOGUE After being in the hospital for three months, Clifford was released. His legs were badly damaged in the accident so the two legs were cut off and he was using crutches. There is a saying, Forgiveness is something you do for yourself, and not to others. Clifford apologized to Caroline and their "Facebook baby" Jeffrey Junior Mensah. He promised to bequeath 70 % of his properties to him. He did a DNA test for his three daughters Kyla,Valentina and Samantha. The results proved Kyla and Valentina were Clifford's daughters but Samantha was not. Kyla and Valentina lost their pregnancy in the accident. Though it was a painful experience, they thanked God for taking away those abominations from them. Nneka a.k.a creamy mama later got to know Jerry Junior was her Ex-husband's son. She decided to terminate her pregnancy but she ran into complications and died. During her burial ceremony, family and friends could not just control themselves as many of them broke down in tears as her casket was lowered into their grave. Clifford Mensah was later diagnosed with HIV/AIDS. He was now on Antiretroviral Drugs. He knew his death was just a matter of months. Jeffery Junior inherited his Father and became the Chancellor of Meridian University College. He married Claudette, a London-based Nigerian clinical Psycho logist. His half sister Valentina became a famous TV presenter while Kyla became a lawyer. Samantha eventually got into contact with her real father. She was aspiring to become a neurosurgeon. God blessed Madam Cecelia, the rich barren woman who took care of Caroline's Child Jeffery Junior. She eventually found remedy to her Barenness and gave birth to twins-a boy and a girl. Carol's Parents were at peace with their daughter now. Caroline became the minister of Land and Natural resources. She got married to a Rich Nollywood film Producer Karl Chukwu Sunday. She gave birth to two other children a boy called Jason and a girl called Vanilla. Despite her success, there was one great lesson that Caroline would never forget; her FACEBOOK BABY. ☆~THE END~☆

AUTHOR'S NOTES ON SOCIAL MEDIA One of the inventions that come with the Digital or information age is the Social media; Facebook, Twitter, Whassup, Viber, Instagram, Snapchat, linkin. The main dangers of social media we think of first that teens tend to face are Sexting, predators, cyberbullying. Off course, these activities are very damaging. Teenagers consistently press boundaries and take risks, some with serious consequences. But it often starts with the more subtle, everyday dangerous things kids do online like the ones below. Things teens do on social media that can be harmful. ⚠️ 1. Exposing of privacy. Most Teenagers aren’t thinking beyond the attention they receive today. They simply took selfies and post it online. Some of this selfies are taken in bedrooms, bathrooms, wild parties, kitchens or while kissing their boyfriends or dancing provocatively. Research has shown taking a ‘selfie’ increase people’s social sensitivity and reduce their self-esteem. Teens do not realise that these pictures can cause them a job in the near future when employers want to do a background check on their past online activities. This pictures can also be manipulated or use against them by someone who doesn’t like them. 2. Creating a False Image or Identity.? When online on social media, it is very easy to create a False Image or Identity of ourselves in order to feel superior to others. It becomes an avenue for teens to show off or make their lives look more exciting than others. This nurtures a False Identify and subtle ways of lying. When we lie, our true sense of identity and belonging are weakened. Those are two of the most important things teenagers are developing. Focusing on creating fantasy instead of embracing their true selves stunts their growth to maturity. 3. Sexualization and posting of nudity.? Social media praise nudity and obscenity. Girls who exhibit their sexuality on this platforms have many likes.Teenagers, especially girls, want to seek attention and social media provides them with that outlet to exhibit their newly discovered sexuality since it has a wider audience for both.Sometimes they take pictures of their own nudity and post online just to capture attention. 4. Endagering their lifes to make Viral Videos.? Teens engage in extreme activities in order to be the next Internet sensation. Too often, that results in teens engaging in physically dangerous or humiliating behavior. Some risk injury or death and none are prepared for the consequences of their actions. 5. Cyberbullying? Youth engage in humiliating or publicly shaming others. Sadly, this is not just a teen problem. It’s an “all of us” problem. Every time someone does something embarrassing or lacks integrity, someone records it and posts online. As soon as these videos are online, we descend like piranhas on the perpetrator teasing and making hateful comments. Strangers’ responses to a simple mistake or lapse in moral judgment can quickly ruin a life. ***** The Dangers of Social Media ⚠️ Imagine being invited to a place to interact with people you don't know. Will you feel safe? Most of us use social media in one form or another. While there is nothing inherently wrong with that, social-media use can expose children to dangers as explained below. Sexting? It is the act of transmitting and/or receiving sexually suggestive text messages and/or photographs between cell phones equipped with text messaging. Teens are exposed to obscene forms of nudity when on social media. This can affect their attitude towards sex. They formed negative sexual behaviours like group sex, cyber- sex etc. Exposure to Predators? Teens must also bear in mind that social media is full with people with criminal tendencies. More notable among them are paedophiles, fraudsters. These criminals can prey on young people. Cyberbullying? Another increasing phenomenon associated with social media use is cyberbullying. People behave like piranhas when a video or post of someone reveals their lack of accountability. They make hurtful comments that not only shame the person involve but also ruin his or her self esteem. Addiction? Continuous use of social media leads to addiction. People cannot do without social media just as they can't be happy without their mobile phones though they are aware of its inherent dangers. Depression ? The increase use of social media leads to depression. People don't feel happy or enjoy life outside their virtual world. This negatively impact your mental health and emotional wellbeing. Furthermore, research on the dangers of social media shows that its use is associated with various other issues. For example,Using social media can increase  stress levels,sleep issues and reduce sleep quality.Research originally referred to this phenomenon as ‘Facebook depression’, due to the initial focus on Facebook as a social network, but the negative impact of social media extends, to varying degrees, to other social-media sites, such as Instagram and Twitter. Using social media can get in the way of important obligations, such as schoolwork, Jobs. Why people keep using social media There are several reasons why people keep using social media even though it affects them in a negative way. These reasons are, in many ways, similar to the reasons that cause people to engage in other types of detrimental behaviors over time. Some people continue to use social media simply because they’re unaware of its harmful influence, or because they don’t care enough about its dangers in order to change their behavior. However, many people continue to use social media over time, because even though they know it’s bad for them, they’re psychologically predisposed to keep doing it. For example, one study found that people keep using Facebook despite the fact that it makes them feel bad, because they keep expecting it to make them feel better, even though it almost never does. Another study found that those who are addicted to social media experience a time distortion bias, where they feel that tasks that prevent them from checking social media are longer than they actually are. Furthermore, other studies examined the fear of missing out(FOMO), which is associated with increased use of social networks, including in contexts where this use is especially problematic, such as while studying or driving. People with a stronger need to ‘belong’ tend to experience a stronger fear of missing out, and they also tend to use social networks more frequently than others, and experience more stress when they feel that they are unpopular on their favorite social networks. Overall, there are many reasons why people continue to use social media excessively, even when this use is associated with a negative impact on their mental health. How to tell if social media is affecting you negatively? Sometimes, it can be difficult for you to notice that social media is making you depressed or that you’re addicted to social media. Preoccupation- have you regularly found that you can’t think of anything else but the moment that you will be able to use social media again? Tolerance- have you regularly felt dissatisfied because you wanted to spend more time on social media?Withdrawal- have you often felt bad when you could not use social media? Persistence- have you tried to spend less time on social media, but failed? Displacement- have you regularly neglected other activities (e.g. hobbies, sport) because you wanted to use social media? Problem- have you regularly had arguments with others because of your use of social media? Deception- have you regularly lied to your family, friends, or partner about the amount of time you spend on social media? Escape- have you often used social media to escape from negative feelings?Conflict- have you had serious conflicts with your family, friends, or partner because of your use of social media? The more issues you’ve experienced due to your social-media use, and the more severe these issues are, the more negatively your social-media use is affecting you. Furthermore, other factors could also serve as indicators of problematic social-media use. For example, if you feel heavily emotionally invested in social media, or if you feel anxious or depressed more than usual when using social media, that’s an indication that your social-media use is affecting you in a negative manner. Finally, remember that even if using social media doesn’t cause you to experience overt negative outcomes, you should still ask yourself whether using it is making you feel better, and whether you feel that it’s a productive and positive way to spend your time. If the answer to those questions is ‘no’, then you could likely benefit from reducing the amount of time you spend on social media. How to avoid the dangers of social media? If you realize that your use of social media is affecting you in a negative way, there are two main things that you can do: A.You can reduce your use of social media. B.You can start using social media in a more positive way. Reduce your use of social media✔ In general, the less you use social media, the less you will suffer from its negative impact. This reduced usage refers not only to the time which you spend browsing social media, but also to other factors, such as the number of platforms that you use, the situations in which you use social media, and the type of information that you share. There are various things that you can do in order to reduce your use of social media. The simplest thing to do is to simply decide to use social media less frequently, or to stop using it entirely. Sometimes, this happens naturally, and many people end up feeling social-media fatigue over time, which causes them to take a break from social media on their own. However, this isn’t always easy to accomplish in practice, due to the psychological mechanisms that we saw earlier, which might cause you to continue using social media, even when you know that it’s bad for you. As such, you will generally benefit from setting concrete goals for yourself, when it comes to reducing your social-media use. For example, you might decide to limit your use of social media to only two platforms, or you might decide to remove all social media apps from your phone, so you can only access social media from your home computer. You can also use software that limits your use of social media to only a set amount of time per day, or which locks you out of social media during certain periods of time when you need to concentrate on other things, such as sleep or schoolwork. An important thing to remember is that, in many cases, problematic use of social-media occurs due toour force of habit, which might cause you to check up on your social-media accounts simply because you’re so used to doing it, rather than because you really want to. Breaking your habit, by using the techniques that we saw above, can help you solve this problem, and successfully reduce your problematic use of social media. Focus on using social media in a positive way✔ Despite the fact that social media is associated with many issues, it’s important to keep in mind that using social media won’t necessarily influence you in a negative way. Rather, as long as you’re using social media in a manner that is both moderate and positive, it probably won’t have a significant negative impact on your health and wellbeing. Furthermore, there are also some potential benefits to using social media, such as the opportunity to form and strengthen connections with other people. As such, the use of social networks can be beneficial when it leads to positive social interactions and to increased social support, and can sometimes actually help reduce feelings of loneliness. Accordingly, in addition to reducing your use of social media, another thing that you can do in order to reduce the potentially negative impact of social media is to focus on using it in a positive way. For example, instead of using social-media sites in order to passively consume information, you can try to use them in a more active manner, which involves communicating with people that you care about or discussing hobbies that interest you. Overall, the main way to avoid the negative influence that social media has on you is to reduce the amount of time and effort that you spend on social media, which you can accomplish by setting concrete goals for yourself and using various tools. Furthermore, you can also focus on using social media in a more positive way, such as by using it to communicate with people in a way that actually makes you feel better. In general, social media is usually dangerous only if you overuse it, if you use it in a problematic manner, or if you’re emotionally vulnerable in the first place. By limiting your use of social media, and by using it in a positive way, you can avoid experiencing the negative effects associated with social media, and might even end up benefiting from it. In conclusion , Social media can be useful in establishing healthy friendship and communication but Teenagers need to be aware of the dangers associated with it and establish firm boundaries to regulate how they use it.

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What a story with great lessons

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Well done writer... Love ur work

SuperB!! Thanks for d great lesson bro. This is how a good story should end... mm

Thanks for this wonderful piece @fran6 sighted

social media...don't even knw if it's a blessing or a doom in dis present day... may God deliver us...tnks 4 d story

Facebook boy @fran6 u nail it, bravo.

Hmn. He don happen

Wow i really enjoyed it thanks for ur message mr poster how hav learn some fucking lesson of life

Marvelous piece, filled with lessons that will later be a blessing to us.. Cheers to our Ghanian write, already reading your new story FORBIDDEN LOVE

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