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Humans of Lagos "You are a male, above the age of 35, not married, not financially stable. You know there's a big problem, a very big one when you made love to a girl and you are scared that she _might_ be pregnant. You are scared of the responsibilities this may birth, and it dawns on you that you are incapable of meeting this responsibility should it arise. This is my neurotic apprehension." © FERT, 2017

As a prophet, while praying for you last night, I received a revelation about you. I saw a big light, whiter than the snow, and then saw angels descending and ascending. Then I heard a voice that sounded like that of a roaring Lion, it echoed like a trumpet blew from  an empty hall. I knelt for I was terrified at the sound of what I heard, and the whiteness of the light took away my breathe. So a man, whose face appears as of a baby touched my shoulder with his tender palm. He smiled at me, "Fear not." He said unto me. Then he told me about you that you are still using last year toothbrush in this year 2017. Is it a lie? © FERT, 2017

Humans of Lagos "As a self taught web designer, I referred a lady that complained of being horny and doesn't want to have sex to check a website for remedy to her predicament. She couldn't believe my utterance, but I was so sure that she would find solutions on the Internet. In this age, solutions to our daily challenges are readily available within our reach. However, we get carried away with social media that we have limited the capability of the world wide web. I studied accountancy,  but when my love for the ICT grew so much, I learnt more stuff via the Internet.  Now I am sharing this knowledge with her. Now like me, she knows how to cope with being horny. Through the Internet, self-help lessons are within reach." © FERT, 2016

Humans of Lagos "So I've now confirmed the wise saying that you shouldn't wait for people validation of you. I have this man,  who by design happens to be my boss at work. I took my work to him to vet, but he ended up destroying my confidence. He did not do a constructive criticism of my work, but sold to me few of his poorly articulated prose which he expected me to glorify. Just because he's a boss. I gave him a free copy of my book,  yet he did not read it. He's comfortable with reading the works of celebrity writers than I who he considered to be a nobody. I questioned my ability, I wondered if I'm actually made for what I believe in, I was depressed and thought of shifting my focus. However,  my saving grace came when he received a link from one of his celebrity writers asking him to read the piece in the link. My boss loved the article, he talked so much about it and shared it with us his junior staff members. And this article is my own write u...

Humans of Lagos "I'm on my way to the funeral party of my neighbour's mother. She died at a tender age, after undergoing excruciating pain of a terminal illness for many months. May her soul rest in piece. I paused eating since last night since I know that today is the funeral ceremony. The culture here is that it's always funfare during funerals. My neighbor is owing me sum amount of money and I know that she will never be able pay back, because she has exhausted all her money on her now deceased mother sickness. Well, I'll grace the ceremony, stretch the elasticity of my stomach and eat as much food I can consume at the funeral party to compensate for my monetary loss. I need to balance things." © FERT, 2016

Humans of Lagos. "I'm a man of principle. I plan my life, rolling out my visions and missions to bring them into life. During my undergraduate days, I targeted the grade I wish to finish with and I accomplished it. First class no doubt! I secured a great job in the midst of scarcity because I set my bar high. However, I lost my vision into the job. Too demanding a job with no happiness to show for it. My best is not always enough for my employer, and I now question how I did it in the university. Where has my determination gone? How do I become this neurotic? Perhaps, someday, I'll be bold enough to resign from the job and then follow my dream, which I need to remember what it was to begin with." © FERT, 2016

Human of Lagos "When she appeared in the living room that evening, I took her to the other room. In this room I have my bed. She sat on the edge of the bed, as I got unclad showcasing my round and protruding belly before her. I moved towards her as I'm used to, grabbing her neck with my hands and then thrusting my tongue into her mouth. We kissed longingly, as I gently laid her on the bed. She held on to my third leg pulling and stroking it upward like a solid cucumber. Undressing her was erotical and like a good shepherd, she led me to her erogenous spots. Willingly she spread her legs and then pulled my head to her Bermuda's triangle. My lips sucked at her V. My tongue searched inward for her G-spot while my fingers caressed her nipples. She moaned longingly. She took my P in her mouth with the tip of my shaft gratefully throbbing in the warmth of her tongue. My balls bounced in her soft tendered fingers as she stroked them, giving me quavering delight. My eyes l...