Team Snoop??? My Experience, My Story!
This is NOT my Team Snoop story please,I am Team NO SNOOP,cant deal iwth ISH like this at all at all.....
''Hi Stella, I just felt I should share with fellow bvns. Thanks.
I’ve always wanted to send in my story, but typing no go let me.
I knew it would be long, I can’t type long on my phone abeg.
So, today at work, I had no internet network on my computer, I decided to visit Microsoft words.
I did it like a pro. Whenever I look back all I can do is smile. I learnt my lessons. I discovered so much.
Choi ! I can even pass for a detective.
I was in this very serious relationship in my University days. I loved *Charles* so much and he loved me too. Apart from being in love, he was my bestie- I rarely kept friends so this was the friend I could gist with, gossip with, joke with, we could complete each other’s sentences, jokes, bla bla bla.
I spent most weekends and holidays in his place right from my year 2 or 3, after my final year’s exams, I practically became the live in lover.
In those 3 or 4 years the relationship lasted, I learnt so much.
Charles loved sex. I used to tease him that if he’s filling in a form and he’s asked his hobby he should write sex. As time went on I used to tell him I could never vouch for him concerning sex with any woman. Did I also tell you he was a porn addict? Hmmm…
How can someone whose manhood is normally fully loaded be taking Viagra on top? Abeg who him wan kill? Plus how can one want to f*ck for more than an hour, at least and would be rearing to go again for another round in a night?
Women especially the wives, question for you all? Pls, do you withstand this in long term relationships am not talking about a one night stand?
Now how did the snooping begin?
There were traces of cheating- his phone would ring and he won’t pick when I’m around, even at odd hours. Forgotten items of women (whether intentionally or not). Stain of menses on the bed sheet, soups in the freezer which I knew he would never on his own cook, sleeping out even when I’m around and especially on my period… so many signs.
Next he locked his phone, changed all his social media passwords he had given me access to, though I rarely checked, i decided to snoop. I was interested in who he was seeing, how serious were they? What did she look like? Etc
I began to snoop.
I didn’t go all out like I see some women do, be struggling with man over phone, I took my time and he never suspected I was snooping. Secondly, I didn’t bring down the roof with the little I saw at the initial stage, I kept my cool and snooped deeper.
How did I get the passwords- it took time but I was patient. I brought out all skills I could, for instance, he’d come back home and I’d bring up a very sweet gist that would make him relaxed then I’ll be using side eyes to check. Or I’ll be gisting and dishing his food and be checking from above his head. Or ill position myself in bed and ask him to call someone concerning something and I will be looking.
There were times I’d open up the webcam of his laptop and keep it close to him just to see if I can record him punching in his password. I tried many things.
One fine day I got his phone password.
Now to be a correct snoop, like I imagined I was, you don’t scream over the first thing you discover. You have to keep snooping to know more else your channels are closed, probably forever.
With that I knew who called him, who he called, how many minutes they spoke, which hotel was booked, all the girls he toasted, all who toasted him, all he slept with, those he lied to on why they couldn’t visit him at home, those he broke up with- most of whom after gbenshing it was over for him, I saw text messages, I saw whatsapp messages, facebook messages, sex chats, the girls he laid through facebook, nude pictures, (I sent some to my phone) the ones that were praising his penis and the reactions of the things they smoked, the prophetess he was gbenshing who was always seeing vision that she knew he was from a royal home that’s why he never took her home (see fake prophetess and fake vision… and he’d affirm) .
I knew when an affair started and when it ended. I knew The married women (2) he had fucked, (longer-throat wife and sex starved wife); when he told me he was going for a course in Lagos but was lodged in the same town we lived for three days him and his fellow womanizing friend with their facebook catches…I knew. there’s absolutely nothing he did that was on phone or social media that I wasn’t aware of. Apart from phone, I snooped on his condoms and the viagras.
The ones he kept in his car. He never knew I knew about them. I knew when they were used, when they got finished and when there were new ones to replace finished ones. I knew where he hid his marijuana. I KNEW EVERYTHING!!!
Whenever I looked at him, I pitied him. (Pls, are men enslaved to sex like this?)
In all of these, he still showed me love. Was very thoughtful, supported my dreams, bought me the latest stuff, he was my friend, we would joke and laugh at issues or people or whenever we were in a gathering, we would just give each other that knowing look when you see someone you’ve gossiped about. We’d laugh, we’d argue, we’d plan together… (yeah, I loved those parts. I loved our friendship).
He always referred to me as his wife. I played the wife role, family knew me, mine knew him, people were just waiting for our wedding announcement. I was the contractor of the house he built whenever he was at work. Did I tell you guys he is a widower. Married early. Has 2 kids. I was always going to visit them at their maternal grandmas place (he had introduced me to them as his fiancée and they were cool) and would take them out.
I was most times in charge of helping them shop for their clothes, and school stuff and used to do the school runs like going to pay for fees and others. And did I beg him to bring back his kids to live with him permanently- he no gree. He said what happens when I’m not around and he goes to work? I’ll say but your mum can look after them. Then we’ll argue and I kept telling him he just wanted to be free and do as he pleases.
So what happened to my snooping? IT KILLED MY LOVE FOR HIM S3XUALLY.
I detested his touch. I ONLY LOVED HIM AS A FRIEND.
I couldn’t understand how a man would love s3x sooooo much. Do men love sex this much? How can a man finish fucking me for close to an hour or more(he would want to release but will hold back for about four to five times before finally releasing after close to an hour or more) then he goes out again, and when he comes back you snoop and know he has fucked someone. Sometimes I managed to ride him till he comes and would not allow him hold back, as he will be screaming that I should stop so he wont come. I hated his kind of s3x.
Thankfully he never asked for anal or any weird stuff, dude just wants to f3ck toto like a porn star. Abeg I cannot come and die for this thing plus, with his already good size, he would still take Vi**gra ontop. Tufiakwa!!!
I longed for him to go to work so I can have 2 good weeks to myself. Once he is back, my toto go suffer, and his harem of girls will be standing by to service him.
Few times I told him calmly what he had done, who he f*cked, where, when, he denied. Started ranting and raving. I was very calm. Then he became sober. But he felt someone told me as he never believed I fiddled with his phone after all I didn’t have his password and I have never struggled with the phone with him. I remember one particular calm confrontation I had with him. I told him facts. He rushed to check his phone but I had deleted that particular message. So he kept wondering my source. I was just messing with his head.
At a point I stopped snooping. But there were already images in my head. I had to be drunk before I could freely allow him touch me.
Fellow bvns, I know say una too like amebo. Lol.
If you want to snoop, think twice. Snooping made me discover much. It also killed the love I had for a friend. I left the relationship 3 years back. I left because I couldn’t stand him touch me anymore. All I could see was images of other girls with him… He still calls.
Btw, I had another serious relationship, I never cared about his phone. There wasn’t even much to raise my suspicions. But, I had vowed to myself not to snoop.
So, does snooping help? Can you withstand the discoveries? So many questions I could ask. The choice is yours.
Snooping can be good when you can prevent something. Its also good so as not to be kept in the dark. But there are things you could find out that will kill a once peaceful relationship. Know your man. If you suspect he is waka-waaka protect yourself, insist on it.
Are there good men out there who respect themselves and do not carry this fuck fuck thing on their head??? Yes there are!
Maybe, just maybe, my book On Becoming Team Snoop should be next. So I can give elaborate details. Lol!''