ONWA (breath catching, fingertips grazing his jawline): I read your text about tonight. Tell me properly—what’s the blueprint?" ORIAKU (lips brushing her ear, hands anchoring her hips): Every bite you took today— The eggs and meats, The broccoli kissing your inflammation, The fish flooding your blood with want—That was my love letter. Tonight isn’t seggs. It’s resurrection. Your body’s been craving the storm we brew when your cortisol drops…and your pulse chases mine. ONWA (shuddering): How do you want me, Asa? ORIAKU (voice molten, palms sliding up her spine ): Alive. Liquid. Screaming with sound. I’ve spent hours plotting how to peel you open—not with hands, my man. With patience. That avocado you ate at noon? It’s thrumming in your veins now, slicking your chest for me. I didn’t just meal-prep your plate— I engineered your er*ction, your sweat, the way you’ll sob my name when your cortisol crashes and your climax soars. ONWA (gasping, nails digging): Babym—why are we still dressed? ORIAKU (biting her lip, alluring): Wait. Let the anticipation build. Every second your gut churns those probiotics, your desire ferments darker. I want you starving. I want your microbiome screaming for my tongue. Celebrating your balanced blood sugar, I want to feel every thrust in my bones. This isn’t a plea— It’s biology perfected. ORIAKU (whimpering): Onwa— I'm all yours. Have my body. ONWA (growling, gripping her hair): Listen. When I finally start driving you? It’ll be a sacrament. Your collagen-rich skin against mine. My magnesium-fueled muscles clenching. Your hormones—high, steady, savage—will make you addicted to how I rupture you. You’ll come harder because you ate right. And fed me ready. ORIAKU (arching, desperate): Take me inside. I can't wait anymore. ONWA (smirking, stepping back): Come. Fast. Let the sprint spike your nitric oxide. I’ll be there…slow…precise…ready to vitalize every cell you fueled for this. For the protein you fed me will make me levitate your body tonight. This is beyond a conversation— This is a revelation, A dialogue where nutrition isn’t just science—it’s a foreplay groom that rewrites our DNA. (Silence. Then the crash of keys, a slammed door, the universe holding its breath, shut down is assured). #shakabulous weekend

An evening voice call between Nkem And Ifeoma about za oza room performance around February and May] NKEM: Hello Ify! My personal personnnnn. How far! IFEOMA: NK, you no try oh. Your line has been switched off. I'm fine jire. NKEM: No vex my person. There's this thing I want to tell you about mazi. Are you there alone? IFEOMA: Wait, let me go inside my shop. [Lowering her voice while walking into her shop] NKEM: Seriously eh, I have been having this issue I can't hide anymore. Help me biko. I don't get wet, anytime mazi wants to penetrate I'm usually not in the mood. I don't know why my village people have chosen to remember me again. What can I do Nne? [With a sober voice] IFEOMA: Okay, there was this thing I read during #Shakabulous Weekend by Dr E. Posted online. So I'd want you to try it and I believe you'd get results. But practice them ohhh.. Here it is; In Dr E's voice: Mama Sadé, you are not broken—Your hormones are just been hijacked. Your problem is not your village people, It's just your biology getting mis-aligned. Do these to reclaim your health; →Take long walks daily to reduce the level of stress hormones. →Sleep better. Go to bed 1 hour before bed time. →Make magnesium Glycinate your friend (400-800mg) →Prioritize natural herbs with adaptogens and zinc. →Eat a lot of eggs, pair it with veggies, fish like salmon, okra, meat, use healthy oils like coconut oil. →Avoid seed oils, sugar, refined starches and processed carbs, pastas like noodles, spaghetti →Engage in Sun bath to capture vitamin D3 precursors from the sun →Empower your gut flora with sauckeraut, bone broth, kefir, intermittent fasting. →Hydrate, Hydrate, Hydrate but don't turn frog Biko. NKEM: Ify, are sureeee!!! but it's just food na.How will common food solve these...Have I not been eating? IFEOMA: No oh, [Speaking in Parable] come down from that car you want to enter so. It doesn't have a destination. Trust me, many people have testified to these. NKEM: Okay, I'd just give it try because I have swallowed drugs upon drugs, applied things and things on my cuntus but to no avail. Once again, thank you so much. my saving grace, there's no friend like you. This is why I like you so much except for your bad character sometimes [feeling happy]. I'd will give you feedback dear. God bless you so much for me. Fast-Forward to May NKEM: [ Opening her conversations with songs of joy] Iffyyyyyyyyy, My God will bless you, heyyyyy...Do you know? Hmmm. [ felling happy and laughing out loud nearly forgetting herself] IFEOMA: Nk the Nk, my one and only NK, really??? You don't mean it! Please tell me more!....Biko Biko Biko, spill it all. I can't wait. NKEM: Hmmm...You can't believe this. As we speak, I'm feeling horny. I'm even rushing back home to mazi. Guest what? All thanks to that Dr E. Advice you gave to me. Yesterday, I gave it to mazi woto-woto. You need to see me vibrating. Come and see how I was dripping like never before....I handle mazim like never before. I gave him from back, monkey style, eagle style, cowgirl and reversed cowgirl, Full package....Omo, he was so shocked and satisfied. IFEOMA: Uhhhhuuuhuuuumm....My baby girl is back to base [Celebrating NKEM her friend] NKEM: Tonight with him for part 2 will be sacred. It's not going to be shaky It will be a shakabolic worship A night to remember. Nne, thank you once again. I now understand the reward that comes with wellness. It's neither ya ya ya nor cho Cho Cho. It is workings pro max. IFEOMA was thrown out of the call because her battery was low and empty.

The Truth About Your Body. Let’s talk Your body is not a taboo—not a shame, not a filter. But why twist your face like rotten eggs smell, When I speak shaka-and-bulous truths? Listen. Why gag the truth when silence kills? Biology without pictures is watered Biography— A text lacking lens, sparks and steeze of conveyance. Cringing at the attached conjuring photo, Then calling it suggestive— Forgetting its the motor, That gives it a finish touch - "Expressive". This is the major reason the girl child d1es slowly because s*x education is not taught even in hospitals. They are rarely groomed with these in schools now because they feel there's nothing there. Girls drown in silence, when their bodies become a mystery— But instead of teaching them to understand their bodies, you make it look like s1n— You shame their fire, call their questions “wild”? Then, when they set loose to explore, you call it untamed— what a world! You deliberately choose not to tell them that urge isn’t evil—it’s power in motion, that can be transmuted. Yet you leave them blind, raw, and stripped of their armor. You ignore showing them "cycles" aren’t curses—it’s science! Withholding their very arms of wisdom, shooting them with whispers of guilt. Your nonchalance brews infections during their childhood while it blooms till adulthood where infertility takes root— Digging deeper into their very core, And then you jump from one pastor to another calling it "spiritual lock." A harvest of pain you could’ve disarmed her. You flinch when I name your hips, your blood, your bones in prints— The fine blueprint of your existence. Shying away from every discussion about understanding how sexuality works and then when the body is on reverse mode— You beg doctors to fix your out-of-place body chemistry… Is this not Crazy? Hypocrisy? Let’s call it a BROKEN MENTALITY. You’re here to learn—to heal, grow, survive. Not every post’s for you, but someone’s alive_ Because when you hit “share,” You lit up a spark in the dark of another. Stop feeling off, because of a post that doesn't connect to you. Own your body. Own your story. Silence dies when you weaponize the truth’s flame. That female in your circle needs this. Your timeline’s a lifeline. If you scroll past? That’s cold. Someone’s daughter, Someone's wife, Someone's mother, Someone's aunt, Someone's sister, Clutches this post like gold. Share it loud. Let the algorithm scream, so that someone’s healing will start with you. This is not Sexual Rebellion— This is Conceptual Reclamation of your Flesh, Fire and Fate. Your biology is a masterpiece, not a debate. #Shakabulous Weekend

[Scene: Ifeoma’s cluttered with empty noodles, The scent of reheated groundnut oil lingers, while having a conversation with Chikodili] Chikodili (throwing words from the side): Ifeoma, you look like a ghost that forgot her own grave. When last did you eat something…alive? Ifeoma (stares at her cold pasta, pushes it away): Alive? This is food. Quick. Cheap. What else matters? Chikodili (leans forward, voice honeyed but edged): Your brain’s rotting, sister. Seed oils, noodles, this…dust you call pasta. You used to handle Emeka very well. Now you complain of every touch. Ifeoma (slams her fist, rattling the table): And you? You’re suddenly a saint? I see your lifestyle—nights out, “errands” that last till dawn. You think I don’t hear whispers? Chikodili (smirks, deshelling slower): Whispers? Or jealousy? Ifeoma (voice cracks): Jealous of what? Rotating inside your man’s mic (pen*s) like a stuck DVD? Chikodili (soft, dangerous): You think it’s about him? (leans closer) It’s about stamina & survival. You choke on noodles—almost fainting at every penetration while I…negotiate it with healthy foods. But you’re too busy drowning in guilt to see the game. Ifeoma (whispers): What game? Chikodili (stands, wiping her hands): The one where you either eat rubbish…and let it k1ll you. (pauses at the door) Friday. My place. Wear red. Ifeoma: Why? Chikodili (over her shoulder, grinning): To learn how to swallow more than pride. [She exits. Ifeoma stares at the cold pasta, then hurls it against the wall. The sauce drips like a warning.] Tag a friend before Chikodili’s Shakabulous Friday lesson leaks. Share now. Also get set for our first of its kind GUT HARMONY BOOTCAMP.j

The End! Good night gist lovers. Tonight, let your bones hum— Not the heat, but the echo. The quiet where gods eavesdrop. Let your skin savor touch that worships, not just grips. Being Shakabulous isn’t a storm— It’s a forge. A spark. An Antidote. While you sleep, Cuddle your lover, holding her tight under the duvet. Leave some skin uncovered As you turn off the light. Pen's down✍️

Let tonight be divine, i hope you have been feeding right? For Odogwu, let thy meal be; —6 boiled eggs, —Fish with onions, —Avocado, —Tiger nuts soaked in coconut milk. And for you Sadé, —Eat okra soup filled with goat meat. —Touch down with Greek yoghurt and sauerkraut. Your gut will sing. And your hormones balanced. Then watch your p*ssy? Oiled like a new engine. Egg protein + zinc will inflate your stamina. Magnesium + potassium will strengthen your grip. The way you'd last? Will not be just talent. It'll be stabilized blood glucose + healthy fats working overtime in your blood vessels. You wonder how food wets the ground of being #shakabulous! Darling, that's the beginning! You can’t hit hard if you eat like a peasant. What you need is not another power supplement, Just real food and your vibes are set! Your libido ripens in the liver. Your performance is on your plate before the play. Your orgasm doesn't start from the bed—it's from what you're fed. As you read this, pause! Lustfully look into his eyes, Calmly whisper "babe" like a spell, And watch Odogwu's waist catch fire as he tunes the frequency to the next level. Let nothing stop you, it's time to explore like never before. Unleash the feast under your skin. And play the ancestral jazz together.

Ladies, menopause isn’t a curse—it’s a chapter. Start writing it on your terms, now. Hot flashes? Night sweats? They’re not inevitabilities—they’re invitations. Invitations to prep your body like the temple it is. To your skin, nourish it. To your muscles, move them. Not for vanity—for ownership. Walk daily. Lift weights. Dance naked. Own what’s yours. Processed food? It’s not fuel—it’s sabotage. Eat like your future self is begging you for strength. Engage in fresh vegetables. More proteins. More healthy fats. Simple and relentless. Avoid Sedentary life - It’s a trap. Linked to so many diseases. Your joints rust without motion. Your mood dims without sweat. Stretch like your sanity depends on it. Menopause isn’t "the end"— it’s your body demanding respect. So respect it first. Swap dread for action. Swap fear for curiosity. Your 50s, 60s, 70s can be fierce. But only if you fight today for the energy, clarity, and fire to claim them. Start small. Start now. —Walk 20 minutes. —Swap soda for . —Sleep like it’s your job. Your body still belongs to YOU. Menopause just sharpens the stakes. So prepare for menopause and stop feeling attacked when it comes knocking. Even when you've crossed your flower windows, You can still be #shakabulous. Step up and stop acting like a ghost.

YOUR DIET KILLED YOUR ERECTION—HERE’S HOW TO RESURRECT IT 1. Your weak d1ck isn’t “genetics”—it’s energy drink, beer, and seed oils suffocating your blood flow. 2. Every fast-food meal hammers another nail into your testosterone’s coffin. 3. Your arteries? Clogged highways causing stiffness. 4. Seed oils = d1ck poison. Processed carbs = libido crasher. Energy drinks = hormone homicide. 5. Your gut’s a toxic wasteland—and your d1ck is starving for zinc, nitric oxide, and real nutrients. 6. You’re not “stressed”—you’re malnourished, inflamed, and drowning in estrogenic plastics. 7. Reboot with meats, eggs, and Avocado—or keep microwaving your manhood. 8. Your ancestors ate living foods. You’re eating food your great grandmother can't recognise. Do better. 9. Erectile Dysfunction isn’t your fate—it’s your fork’s failure. Eat right. I hope by now you can stop blaming your village people for not being Shakabulous.

Embrace Your Flame— Today is the time to write the rules of connection Don't let anyone shame your fire. Own it- it's nature's therapy. Shared intimacy mends hearts. Deepens bonds. Awakens purpose. A playful touch? A daring spark? Yes. This is soul medicine Elevate your energy. Rewrite your story: -Caress- it ignites currents. -Bite- it triggers new cells. -Whisper- it unlocks galaxies. -Sp@nk- it shakes off shadows. -Squeeze- it revives rhythm. Every pulse, every breath, every shiver- This is how love's ink stays fresh. This isn't indulgence- it's biology's wisdom. You're designed to connect, create, and thrive. Your body's language is the ultimate love story - speak it boldly because it's #shakabulous weekend.

Mama kunle listen to me! Your bwest isn’t a sanitized lab—it’s a living ecosystem. Stop scrubbing your n1pples like crime scenes every time Bobo needs to eat. Those invisible traces on your skin? That’s not dirt—it’s nature’s vaccine. Your body grows microscopic warriors in every crease— Let them march into your baby’s belly. Every wipe steals antibodies meant to armor Bobo against fevers, coughs, unseen storms. Your milk isn’t just food—it’s a living elixir brewed with GPS tracking for pathogens. This isn’t “dirty”—this is biology outsmarting science since the dawn of time. Your ancestors didn’t sterilize—they trusted flesh wisdom that raised survivors. You’re not feeding a baby—you’re programming an immune system with k1sses. Let your skin teach his gut how to conquer worlds. Put down the wipes. Pick up your power. The healthiest meals are served straight from the source. #Shakabulous weekend

Dear Odogwu, Your sperm is not ice cream — It is a living substance that outlives your heartbeat Your testis isn’t just a sperm bag — It is the factory printing tomorrow’s leaders Your sperm quality isn’t about fertility alone — It is the mirror shouting secrets about your health Your seed isn’t a casual spark— It’s the blueprint of generations Every beer, smoke, or sleepless night, Stamp scars on your legacy’s fabric You’re not just a man, you’re a living archive— Protect what’s written in your blood by eating right Your body isn’t a landfill — It’s the temple where gods brew miracles The world needs warriors, not weak echoes— What history will your DNA shout? Legends aren’t born — They’re engineered from your sperm traveling on a planet called "Womb". #shakabulous weekend

Erectile dysfunction isn’t always age. It’s not always “just stress.” A lot of men are losing their power because of what they swallow daily— Pills for blood pressure. Pills for diabetes. And the food that caused the problem in the first place? Still on the plate. The truth is? You can’t medicate your way out of a lifestyle that’s killing you. Fake food, Seed oil, Soda, Sugar— All silent thieves of circulation, hormones, and confidence. And those pills? They manage the symptoms… While slowly robbing you of what makes you a man. Choking blood flow to your John Thomas. I'm not telling you to stop your drugs abruptly but there's a healthy path to follow It doesn’t have to be this way. Clean up the plate. Rethink the pill. Reclaim your health. Your diçk isn't gone. It's just being buried under the wrong fuel. Your manhood deserves better. Fully. Boldly. Naturally This is the time to break the bedroom silence and reclaim your fire before it extinguishes #shakabulous weekend starts NOW.