Azumah Prosper Anaba

10/05/2026

*TELL ME IF I LIE?*😂😂

The female nature is naturally attracted to power 😂.
That’s why it’s normal to find girls harboring feelings for people in positions such as teachers, pastors, bosses, and senior men.

You’ll hear:
“I’m attracted to my lecturer in a strange way and I don’t know what to do.”
“I’m attracted to my pastor and I can’t explain it.”

These are silent stuff many people don’t talk about because morality quickly enters the group chat 😂.
But the feelings are real.

Female attraction is often upward.
Women are naturally drawn to strength, confidence, leadership, wisdom, security, and influence.

Male attraction on the other hand is often downward 😭😂.
Men are usually attracted to softness, beauty, peace, femininity, and vulnerability.

That’s why relationships like Ned Nwoko and Regina Daniels don’t even shock people again 😂.

So as a guy, if discipline and value disappear from your life, your woman is more likely to admire somebody she sees as “above” you 😭.

And ladies, now you understand why a man can leave a woman who has everything for somebody everybody is still trying to understand 😂.

One gender is looking upward for strength.
The other is looking downward for peace.

Human beings are just moving mysteriously on this earth 😭😂.

But not every attraction is love or a sign from God.
Some feelings are only meant to be controlled before they produce testimonies nobody can share publicly 😂.

*I LIE?* 😂

31/01/2026

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30/11/2025

26/11/2025

Kindness can be shown in very simple acts
A smile, A check up, a gift......

Be Kind Today

24/11/2025

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US President, Donald J. Trump has secured 285 Congress votes out of a total of 383 votes in support of Military intervention in Nigeria |

We wish Nigeria All the best 🙏

21/11/2025

You can’t do everything it takes to win, but do your best to win.
You can’t fail a test that’s still in progress, so as long as you’re breathing, you’re not a failure.

Keep pushing. The game’s not over till it’s over.

11/11/2025

SCREWED

EPISODE 2 — Church and Choices

Sunday morning felt strange. The noise from Saturday had faded, replaced by soft hymns playing from someone’s speaker down the corridor. I woke up early, still unsure what the week ahead would look like.

As a fresher, I was still living under Daddy and Mummy’s advice: “Find a good church and keep your head straight.” So I dressed neatly, ironed shirt, polished shoes, trying to look like someone who had life figured out.

Kbee turned over in his bed and groaned. “Ei, church boy, where are you heading this early?”
“Church,” I said, tying my shoelace. “Any idea where I can find one?”
He pointed toward the middle floor. “Check Linda’s door. She’s an Osofo Maame. She’ll show you the way.”

I knocked, and Linda opened the door with that calm smile again. “Prosper, good morning. Ready for church?”
“Yes,” I said. “Kbee said I should see you.”
She nodded. “Good. Come with me then.”

We walked out together, the sun soft and forgiving. The campus felt new again — quiet, alive, and open. On the way, she talked about the church, the people, and her faith. I mostly listened, watching how she spoke with purpose but never tried to sound holy.

Inside the chapel, I sat beside her, trying to focus on the sermon, but my mind wandered. It wasn’t the preacher’s fault — I was just thinking about how much had changed in such a short time. Two days ago, I was still at home, pretending I was ready for this life. Now, I was sitting beside a girl I’d just met, trying to understand who I wanted to be.

During worship, I remembered my girlfriend back home. We hadn’t exactly ended things — I had just told her I wanted to “focus.” But I knew what that really meant. I wanted a break from everything. From the calls, the expectations, the guilt of pretending I could balance love and life.

After service, Linda turned to me. “You’ll like it here. Just stay focused. Don’t follow the noise.”
I smiled. “I’ll try.”

When we got back to the hostel, Kbee was waitin

10/11/2025

SCREWED

EPISODE 1 — Back Where It Began

I arrived on campus Friday evening. The wind was blowing hard, and the sky looked heavy with rain. I stood near the gate with my bag, feeling the first cold drops hit my skin. The guy from my hometown who was supposed to pick me up wasn’t answering his calls. I tried him three times. Nothing.

It was getting dark, and I didn’t know where to go.

Then a guy walked past, stopped, and turned back.
“You need a place to stay?” he asked.
I nodded.
“I’m Kbee. Ground floor, Room 12. You can crash with me tonight.”

I followed him to his room. It was plain—two beds, a table, and a small window facing the courtyard. He pointed to the empty bed.
“That one’s free. My last roommate left last month.”
I dropped my bag. Just like that, I had a place to sleep.

The next morning, Kbee laid it out for me.
“Guys are on the ground and third floor. First and second floors are for ladies. Don’t get caught upstairs unless you want trouble.”

We went to the common room later that day. A guy named Tobi was slouched on one of the couches. He looked at me, then at Kbee.
“New roomie?”
“Yeah,” Kbee said.
Tobi shrugged. “Just keep it quiet. We don’t need more drama.”

I saw two girls coming down the stairs—Araba and Linda, both in Kbee’s class. Araba walked like she knew everyone was watching. Linda followed quietly, her eyes taking everything in.
Kbee nodded toward them. “Araba’s tough. Linda’s calm. Don’t get it twisted.”

Araba glanced at me, her expression unreadable. Linda offered a slight smile before looking away.

The rest of the day, I stayed close to Kbee. I watched how people moved, who talked to who, who stayed alone. The hostel was loud—music, arguments, laughter all mixing together.

That night, I lay in bed listening to the sounds of the building. Footsteps from above, muffled voices, a door slamming somewhere down the hall. This was it now. This room, this roommate, this new life.

I turned toward the wall.
Find your way, or get screwed.
T

10/11/2025

And I haven't read a book from her yet 🤔