Not everyone is enjoying this Valentine's day.. .

We are grateful you're part of the NIB family. As we celebrate the season of love, we hope you feel how special you are to us  ❤️ Happy Valentine's Day  from  Nikkyivyblog (NIB)

Recently, I met a Cameroonian and the first question he asked after the introduction that I am a Nigerian was, " are you from Anambra? " Lol!  I was curious and since I had some minutes to spare, I fired questions at him in my bid to get to the root of his initial question. As expected, it paved the way for a conversation about the forthcoming Nigerian presidential election.  As we navigated the delicate waters of the Nigerian politics, I realized that this my African brother was truly in tune with the intricacies of the Naija Political arena. The finesse with which he dissected the complicated and interesting history of our political modulations, the Bakassi peninsula issues and the current presidential candidates of the different political parties with verifiable facts and figures, left me fascinated and humbled. 

Her signals were blaring at me and all my receptors and hormones became fully charged so I did what any man with blood in his veins would do, only for her to freeze and almost run from me. I never expected what I heard. My dream girl confessed that she is a believer! 

It's the season of love again and this year we have a special story from a new NIB family member for this Valentine season. As you navigate this cashless, "petrol-less", electioneering Valentine season, try to relax with Dapo's real love story. Enjoy 💕 ******** Y es, she has gone down on me severally, but she won't let me sleep with her. I mean, my woman has made me commune with the angels on several occasions. She is a fast learner and thanks to my professional coaching, she is now an expert at making my heart race at uncountable beats per minute with her skilled fingers and delectable mouth. Yet, she won't let me touch nor show her how I truly feel about her and I am madly, sometimes obsessively in-love with her.

I simply must tag this the dumbest homicide of the year. So, this young lady living in Ingolstadt, Germany decided, "hey I want to pass myself off as dead and I need someone who looks like me to die in my place so my family and the world would think I am dead..." So she probably thought that we were all still living in the 1700s or a part of the world where autopsies, fingerprints or DNA tests were still fairy tales. Ignorantly or should I say, lost in her highness, she goes hunting on social media for a lookalike and oh my...the stress of going through several pictures of ladies but hey, her boyfriend joins in the search and the team takes it up as a job. They searched and screened candidates on Instagram till finally, they found her lookalike....tada!!!

Saying I was scared would be an understatement. Nikky , I was almost paralyzed by the sudden panic attack. My heart probably stopped beating briefly before picking up speed as if it had a mission of racing out of my chest. I felt as if my spirit had abandoned my physical body. My joints froze and all I could do was tremble and stare at their figures by the door.

The moment they shoved me inside, my entire body tensed. I never had the finest things in life—I've never been a bread and butter kid—but nothing prepared me for the horror of being locked up in that dark cell . It was a new kind of suffering, one that clawed at my mind and soul. Worse still, I realized the bitter truth: I was truly alone. No one was coming for me.

Growing up in an orphanage has it's perks one of which is my ability to beat down an opponent or wrestle anyone without fear. My skills were sharpened by the uncountable fights I had engaged in over the years. I even have scars to show for the few times I had lost, so Seun never saw me coming.

Without explanation, my leave was canceled. It was my first-ever request since joining the hotel, yet it was denied without reason. I was livid. My plans crumbled before my eyes, but there was no one to fight for me, no justice to be found. I swallowed my anger, wiped my tears, and dragged myself back to work. By the 23rd of December, the managers and their assistants had all conveniently taken time off, with instructions that I must ensure the smooth running of the entire food and beverage section. That meant longer hours because of the peak season, more pressure, and the annoying responsibility of ensuring that the Rich Big Babies (RBBs)—my not-so-secret nickname for the elite customers who were a pain in all the wrong places—were well taken care of. I was irritable, overworked, and barely holding my temper together when the worst of them all strolled in — Seun. I had a special kind of contempt reserved for him. While I secretly resented most of the bourgeoisie, my disgust for Seun w...

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At this point, I should paint a vivid picture of my so-called promotion. Almost every junior staff envied my new position, but that's because they were ignorant of what it entailed. If they knew the reality, they wouldn’t have. It was nothing more than a glorified title—extra responsibility with no additional benefits. Alongside my usual junior staff duties, my workload doubled. Also, in the absence of the manager and his assistant, I was left in charge of our exclusive VVIP bar—the crown jewel of the establishment.