So i have been sent out again this time to the southern part of Nigeria and It’s been an interesting two months of my life. For eight weeks straight, I’ve slept in a different hotel each week. I spent time with a woman, a lady with skin like milk. Hold on, before your mind goes racing, let me clear things up. The most we did together was cuddle, but meeehn, did we cuddle like our lives depended on it!

Here’s the kicker: we had two separate rooms, but guess where we ended up every night? Yup, the same bed. It was like living a temporary married life, and trust me, I enjoyed every bit of it. Now, it could have gotten even juicier if we’d crossed certain boundaries, but I’m glad we didn’t.

The experience was thrilling in its own way. We met a lot of people, and most of them weren’t exactly happy to have us around, but they had no choice but to let us in. It was almost like being an unwanted guest for a week, rummaging through their work lives and digging up all the things they’d rather keep hidden. One guy even called us "the buggy men" at some point! But you know me, I don’t back down from any challenge. I stand firm and fight until the end, unless, of course, an even bigger fight comes along. Then, well, I face that head-on.

For weeks, I’ve woken up to the sight of a soft, smooth Skin in front of me, so soft i would swear it was the softest skin i have ever been in close contact with. Sometimes I’d run my hand across her back for a quick massage from the stress of the week, and oh my God, it was like touching pure silk. For the first time in my life, I truly admired God’s handiwork. She might not be the prettiest, but the Creator doesn’t make mistakes. He definitely took His time crafting this one, ensuring every inch was perfect before sending her down to Earth. And as tempting as it was, I’m relieved all I did was admire her. I’m sure if I’d tasted from this pot, I would’ve been hooked, unable to stop myself.

I remember the first night I offered her a massage, and she turned me down flat. "The only thing you can touch is my hair," she said. I just smiled to myself, knowing that one day, the boundary would be crossed. And it was, eventually. She was complaining about back pain one night, and she finally let me help. My dear, I took my sweet time. I savored every moment as my hands wandered over her skin. It was soft, like butter, especially when it’s that perfect balance between solid and liquid. That’s when I realized,I need to learn how to give proper massages. My future woman will never need another man’s hands on her back.

Honestly, this might be the hardest thing I’ve done so far, spending a whole eight in close proximity with a woman and not go completely crazy. Some nights, I’d be so hard that it physically hurt. It hurt so badly that I had no choice but to relieve myself just to ease the pain or try thinking about something chill to remove the bad thoughts. I think this season is going to be filled with wild adventures, and you know what? I’m here for all of it. Bring it on!Hopefully, the next trip will be just as exciting. In four months, I’ve been to five different states in the country. Paris is looking pretty tempting right now. Hopefully, that French I learned doesn’t go to waste!

They say, "What happens in the Rome stays in the Rome." But I doubt it. I feel like a piece of Rome came back with me, whether I wanted it or not. The me that went in and the me that came out are not the same person. I can feel the shift in every fiber of my being, especially in how it affects the one in my life - Oma.

I’ve been with a few people in my life intimately, but she’s only been with me. It’s wild, really, how every single thing she knows about romance and intimacy, all her experiences, come from being with me, I was her first. It’s sad because she hasn’t experienced the "crazies" I’ve had to endure, all the time i came before even starting, all the times i had to take one or two pills just to stay steady for more minutes. And the worst part is, I can’t even tell her about it. I’d have to explain where I learned it from, and trust me, I’m not the best liar. I was reminded of how bad I am at lying just the other day. She called me, casually asking if I had spoken to any girls that day. Now, hold on, let me give you the backstory.

I was at the bank all day trying to sort out some issues so I could get some cash. While there, I saw this cute "mamii," and in my head, I just knew I had to talk to her before leaving. And I did. In fact, that day, I spoke with three different ladies, but I didn’t collect any numbers. The me in me knew better. I had someone I was answering to, so I locked up. Later that night, Oma came over and casually asked if I had spoken to any girls that day. I burst into uncontrollable laughter. I had to think of the worst scenarios to calm myself down, but she noticed right away that I was hiding something. I had no choice but to tell her that I met someone at the bank, but we didn’t exchange numbers, just so she would drop the conversation.

Now, this is the part I need to get off my chest. Intimacy with Oma seems a little boring. There, I said it. I don’t even know how to put it lightly so you understand exactly what I mean. I’ve been with a few people, and almost all of them were better. When you watch movies, you see the passion, especially when two people are in love. But with my babe, it’s not like that. I know, deep down, I love her in some way, but the romance doesn’t match up. She has no clue where to even start. I’ve tried getting advice from my friends. Some would say I should watch a romance movie with her someone who doesn’t like movies at all, someone who the both of you would try to watch a movie together and she would either fast forward the whole thing or sleep off at the middle of the movie. Others said I should teach her slowly. One of my cousins even suggested molding her to my desires. But honestly, this "molding" is not the easiest task to take on with someone who has zero experience, every single part of her body is as sensitive as an electric shock, and I feel like am making things worse. With the last girl I was with, the passion was intense. Even though we didn’t like each other as much as I like Oma, the connection in bed was undeniable. The passion hit me in the gut. But with my babe? It’s just as bad as you can imagine. I can’t even tell if she’s enjoying it or if she’s in pain half the time.

We tried spending a night together recently. After two months apart, I was imagining how wild it would be. But to my disappointment, it was the most boring experience I’ve ever had. So bad, in fact, that I didn’t bother inviting her over again this weekend. Imagine being with someone, fully unclothed, and still feeling like you’re alone. Maybe it’s the two months of laying beside another woman and doing nothing, or maybe it’s just how dull it all feels with her. I even tried to stir things up the next morning, but after a few minutes of trying, I just gave up. It was hopeless. don’t pity me, its what i ordered vs what i got and there is no refund here.

Despite all this, I can’t leave her just yet because the romance isn’t there. Relationships are about more than just sex, right? So I’ll keep trying. I’m not giving up yet.

I listened to two people give a motivational speech today, and all they say is, "Keep doing what you’re doing." That’s exactly what I’m going to do, keep going until I figure this out.

But for now, I think it’s time to do some research on how to get her to my level. Cheers.