I think my roommate is doing too much.

Every morning, this guy would wake up and start blending fruits.

Watermelon today.

Another nut tomorrow.

Leaf🍀with ginger.

Pineapple.

Groundnut.

Sometimes, he would add things I didn’t even understand.

I’d look at him and ask:

“Guy, you dey sick?”

He would laugh and say:

“You no go understand now.”

And honestly, I didn’t understand.

Because we were both NYSC corpers.

Two young guys managing life.

He was a software engineer.

I was doing digital marketing.

We were living in one spacious self-contained room that had seen better days, but if you checked our Instagram, you would think we were staying in Lekki Phase 1.

Packaging was our second language.

The funny thing is, my guy was handsome.

Tall.

Clean.

Soft-spoken.

That kind of calm guy women like because he doesn’t look like me who looked like stress.

He had one babe.

Rich fine girl.

She drives her father’s Jeep like she owns the road. Maybe that's how women drive

Anytime she came around, even our compound security man would adjust his posture.

Her perfume alone could make a broke man start planning marriage.

I used to wonder what she saw in my roommate.

Not because he wasn’t good-looking.

He was.

But the babe looked expensive.

The kind of girl that can say, “I’m hungry,” and your account balance will start fasting.

Still, she liked him.

And he liked her too.

But there was something about the way she looked at him that made me suspect this guy was giving her something money could not buy.

I just didn’t know what it was yet.

For weeks, I kept seeing him with fruits.

Morning, night. Morning, night

Sometimes before going out.

Sometimes after work.

Sometimes he would blend something, drink it, and stretch like someone who had just charged his battery.

I’d say:

“Bro, all these fruits you’re taking… you sure say you no dey treat something?”

He’d laugh.

“No be treatment. Na preparation.”

“Preparation for what?”

He’d just smile.

“Life.”

I thought he was forming.

Until one Friday night.

That day, we went out with some friends.

Nothing serious.

Small lounge with music.

My roommate didn’t even drink like that.

Half bottle of beer.

That was all. I had more than 2 and was fine.

He bought wine for his girl.

They danced, laughed.

They were in their own world.

Me, I was busy trying to look like someone whose salary had entered. I paid for almost half the bill so they don't think i'm a pest

Around midnight, I told them I was tired and left.

I got home, bathed, and laid my partially drunk head.

Only for me to hear the key move. I thought they would stay out late.

But maybe one hour later, I heard the door open.

I was half-asleep.

I heard whispering with soft laughter.

The kind of laughter that tells you two adults did not come home to discuss NYSC clearance 🤔

I turned face to the wall.

Because in a one-room apartment, wisdom is knowing when to pretend you are dead.

They started romancing like two hungry dogs dragging meat. Forgetting there was a human in the room.

It was surely the wine for her, but him, hmmmm..

They tried to be quiet.

They failed.

The room became too silent and too noisy at the same time.

She pulled the tip of the rope holding her top. He breasts were revealing. Standing like a hit burger out of the oven.

He rushed them like ripe mangoes.

He started touching her unders as he licked her body.

This boy is bad sha.

She let a soft moan out

They tried to be silent.

You know that kind of silence where nobody is shouting, but the movement is reporting you?

I closed my eyes tighter.

At first, I was irritated.

Then I became confused.

Because what I thought would end quickly did not end quickly.

Her thight were already misplaced. He placed her on the bed and started ramming into her slowly.

He was erected at full stretch.

Round one came and went.

It bathroom break (or so I thought).

I heard water running

I heard her laughing and saying:

“You’re not tired?”

My guy’s voice came low:

“Not yet.”

Omo.
I opened one eye.

Not because I wanted to look.

Tufiakwa 👀

But because I wanted to confirm if this was still the same roommate that was eating watermelon like goat every morning.

I saw only shadows and quickly closed my eye again.

His gbola was already up in record time. How is that possible?

They started again in the bathroom like they just renewed subscription.

I could hear the bathroom water disguised as background music.

"This boy Respect yourself make una no fall o"
I whispered to myself.

I now see why he washed the bathroom earlier.

She was positioned one leg in the air, i wonder how he could deliver such a difficult move… Now she bent her back for a doggy. Perfectly positioned like a pornster.

Gosh, I was beginning to regret my single pringle life.

I turned my face to the wall and begged sleep to carry me.

Sleep carried me small.

Only for me to wake up later.

I checked the time.

Almost one hour had passed.

And these people were still awake.

Still knackering themselves.

Still whispering like spiders in the dark.

At one point, the babe said something that made my spirit sit up:

“I don’t know what you’ve been doing recently, but don’t stop.”

I nearly coughed.

My roommate just laughed.

That laugh pained me.

Because suddenly, all those fruits started making sense.

This was not ordinary fruit salad.

This was detailed body work

They still collapsed to the ground and kept going.

I couldn't hold it anymore. I used pillow to cover my face and foced myself to bed

The next morning, I expected my guy to be tired.

But somehow, No.

This man woke up before me.

Washed plate.

Boiled water.

Even did push-ups.

I looked at him like a witness in court.

“Guy.”

He looked at me.

“What?”

I said:

“Be honest. Wetin you dey take?”

He smiled.

“So you don finally understand?”

I said:

“Understand wetin? I only want to know why somebody will go club, come back, do midnight construction work, still wake up early like a security man.”

He laughed for almost one minute.

Then he said:

“It’s not pills. It’s not alcohol. It’s not one roadside mixture. It’s natural Fruits with Small discipline. That’s all.”

I didn’t believe him.

Because men like hiding secrets.

So I started observing.

He had combinations for different days.

Some mornings, he drank light.

Some evenings, he drank heavier.

He wasn’t doing it randomly.

There was a pattern.

I asked him for some recipes.

He gave me small ones.

I said let me try.

Day one, I didn’t feel much.

Day two, my body felt lighter.

Day three…

Omo.

Let me not lie.

That morning, I woke up before my alarm.

And another part of me woke up before me.

Yes, my Gbola
It greeted me Good morning & answered Present

I stood there confused.

Because I had not experienced that kind of morning Wood in a long long time.

I thought it was coincidence.

The next morning again.

Same thing.

Strong. Even more Rigid

Like my body was trying to remind me that my manhood was hiding somewhere before.

That was when I went back to him.

“Guy, what is the name of this thing you’re doing?”

He said:

“6999 Aphrodisiac Program.”

I frowned.

“Program? I thought na just fruits.”

He shook his head.

“It’s not just fruits. It’s the right combinations, the timing, and knowing what your body needs.”

I asked him:

“So it works for everybody?”

He said:

“No be magic. As long as the person no gey underlying infection.

But for natural energy support, bedroom full confidence, this this na finish work if you ready to sacrifice

That one made sense.

Because honestly, this makes more sense if you have the time to make it. It's all natural and healthy

Way better than depending on mixing alcohol

Or swallowing pills that might disappoint

Then we blame village people when gbola refuses to cooperate.

“How do I start properly?”

He said:

“I’ll give you Kiingsley’s number. He’ll ask you what your main issue is and guide you on the best way to start.”

I said:

“Which main issue?”

He laughed.

“Some guys need better erection, there are recipes for that.
Some need to calm anxiety. There are delay & breathing techniques for that.

Some don't last long, there are Delay techniques for that as well as fruit combinations

There are even sex positions for different Gbola sizes

So detailed

That one humbled me.

Because I knew my own issue.

Too much stress.

Too much late night.

Too much bread and mineral.

I don't even know the best sex positions for my size

So I will message Kiingsley and start mine properly.

No alcohol dependence.

No random pill fear.

Just a clean fruit-based routine, timing, and body support.

And I won’t lie…

There is a kind of confidence that enters a man when his Gbola starts responding again.

You don’t talk too much.

You don’t brag.

You just know.

That was when I understood why my roommate was always calm.

The babe with her father’s Jeep wasn’t coming back by mistake.

She knew what she was enjoying.

And my guy knew what he was doing.

So if you’re a man and your body has been feeling tired, dull, slow, or unpredictable…

Don’t wait until pressure enters the room before you start looking for emergency solution.

Start from your body.

Start from your food.

Start from preparation.

The 6999 Aphrodisiac Program is for men who want to support natural energy, readiness, stamina confidence and bedroom performance from fruits and simple routines.

No need to depend on alcohol.

No need to gamble with random pills.

No need to wait for disgrace before you fix your system.

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