EDUCATION is relative am sure we all know
Saturday 11 April 2015
Friday 10 April 2015
Saturday 14 February 2015
LOVE STORY (finale)
Chapter Four
In part three, the story left off just after our week of first dates and Matthew’s return home from California, and just before
THE LOVE STORY!
Chapter Three
Three full days passed after that fateful encounter, and the little note Matthew had left for me remained tucked away inside my wallet. I certainly wasn’t following any rule on how many days to wait before calling a g
LOVE STORY!
Chapter Two
It was a Saturday that the ex and I had broken up, and by Monday morning, though I was by NO means “over” the breakup, I was feeling ever so slightly hopeful; or at least looking forward
LOVE STORY!
Chapter One
Our love story started long before Matthew and I ever actually met.
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A girl
asked a boy if she was pretty, he said "No". She asked him Wednesday 11 February 2015
Friday 6 February 2015
R18 - WHO INVENTED "THE CONDOM"?
I was just thinking about random stuff and the thought to school some of these pervy minded brothers on their favorite toy popped up, and besides I know that about 70% or more of the youth's population in Nigeria barely pay attention to the news, science, history and even inventions, they're primarily interested in music and fashion; but I don't think it's out of place to know where stuff you use basically all the time come from; so please read, learn and enjoy...
Thursday 5 February 2015
DO YOU REMEMBER THE CHIBOK GIRLS?
Dark clouds, the souls of the innocent wailing loud, Boko haram what U do s a haram, but to GOD we sound the alarm, Our pain gives U joy, U treat lives like they're toys, GOD will hear our cry, & our tears He'll dry, soon Ur enjoyment would get U suffering & U too will suffer what You've been offering...
O those poor girls that were taken; amongst whom We have doctors, teachers, nurses in the making, we may not understand the pains their parents are going through, and to say that this country's government has not tried is only true, it's been so long since they've been gone, nobody knows if this girls even still see the sun, how can a whole nation's security arm be this clueless, I just think this politicians are ruthless, else 200+ Human Beings, I mean whole Human beings were abducted,yet the primary focus even before now has been how
O those poor girls that were taken; amongst whom We have doctors, teachers, nurses in the making, we may not understand the pains their parents are going through, and to say that this country's government has not tried is only true, it's been so long since they've been gone, nobody knows if this girls even still see the sun, how can a whole nation's security arm be this clueless, I just think this politicians are ruthless, else 200+ Human Beings, I mean whole Human beings were abducted,yet the primary focus even before now has been how
Wednesday 4 February 2015
RELATIONSHIP ISH...
A Perfect relationship is possible!
PIMP My ride (Naija)
You should totally go here, it's right here in Naija & right there in Kaduna. this guys are doing a really great job...
Tuesday 3 February 2015
Somewhere in Ajegunle...
Please seek network if You have to; to watch this!
As usual, lets see what You think!
WHY ARE GUYS LIKE "THAT"?
Niggas don't like their niggas to know that they could be stupid for they girlfriends; lol!
A couple of guys (girls, guys) were seriously arguing, the girls were like "You guys are all selfish, self centered and big cheats" another chick went "totally! they're steady planning how to get one other chick" the next chick was like "yeah! plus they act all madly in love around Us but they talk sh*t when they with their boys"
A couple of guys (girls, guys) were seriously arguing, the girls were like "You guys are all selfish, self centered and big cheats" another chick went "totally! they're steady planning how to get one other chick" the next chick was like "yeah! plus they act all madly in love around Us but they talk sh*t when they with their boys"TRUE LOVE, & GENUINE EMOTIONS (this is sooo cute)
See how Her mind is working at 5.
A regular naija kid will only cry for semo, rice, cheese balls, bobo etc. or be jealous cos they're no longer the last baby...
A regular naija kid will only cry for semo, rice, cheese balls, bobo etc. or be jealous cos they're no longer the last baby...
Monday 2 February 2015
WHY ARE YOU BLEACHING? (KILODE TI'EFIN BORA)
SAY NO! to BLEACHING...
So, I noticed or let Me say We noticed, and I believe You too know this, that;
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| Did He use His hand to quench Fire? |
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| Oboi! |
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| Let's call Him the Pioneer! |
So, I noticed or let Me say We noticed, and I believe You too know this, that;
SHORT STORY! (hope it inspires You Positively)
Making peace
My mother and father are both dying, one of cancer and the other of bitterness. They got divorced when I was five, and even though I am an adult now with kids of my own, I have yet to get to the root of their separation.
I am caught between the two of them. Mum’s soft words and her longing for reconciliation. Dad’s harsh words and frightful anger. And now, Mum’s sickness.
What's Up with "Your life" and JESUS?!
As You wake up everyday do You pray?
When people ask for Your help and You know You can help what do You say?
If GOD asks You to recompense for all the good He's done for You can You Pay?
GOD is faithful but are You grateful?
Through thick and thin GOD has seen You through, but to His commandments have You been true?
As You have fun, or as You suffer pain, under the sun or in the rain, be forever thankful, regardless of an empty wallet or if You have Your bank full.
GOD is GOD!!!
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AND FINALLY - Beauty is more than Just Beauty!
Men also cry Episode 3 (finale)
“You lied to me Mike,” she started. “You told me you were on a business trip. Guess what? I called your workplace and they told me that you were on vacation.”
I folded my arms across my chest, discovering quite suddenly that I wasn’t ashamed that I’d lied to her. In fact, I was kind of glad that she had discovered the truth. I reasoned she’d come to realize that I wasn’t happy in our marriage and perhaps, would be willing to work with me on how we could resolve our situation.
“You lied to me Mike,” she started. “You told me you were on a business trip. Guess what? I called your workplace and they told me that you were on vacation.”
I folded my arms across my chest, discovering quite suddenly that I wasn’t ashamed that I’d lied to her. In fact, I was kind of glad that she had discovered the truth. I reasoned she’d come to realize that I wasn’t happy in our marriage and perhaps, would be willing to work with me on how we could resolve our situation.
THE 14 PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATES FOR THE 2015 ELECTIONS (+ THEIR PARTIES)
The candidates are:
Sunday 1 February 2015
TOP 10 Naija hottest naija Female celebs in the Music Industry..
Okay so I decided to make My own list of the hottest female music artistes in the country; now when I say hottest I don't mean in cash or fame, but just LOOKs plus this is all based on Personal Opinion and open to criticism. so leave Your comment below. sarcasm is totally allowed!!!
Saturday 31 January 2015
THINKING MARRIAGE? This might Help!
Until God has worked on a guy to bring out the king in him, don't expect him to treat you as his queen. The relationship a man has with Jesus will determine the way he will treat his own woman. God is love. It is only men that have close relationship with God that can understand what it means to love and understand a woman. Until a guy understands the intensity of the love of Jesus for the church; he cannot truly love the woman in his life. When God works on a man to bring out the king in him; he becomes self controlled and matured in understanding a woman's feeling. He is tough and gentle. He is a father not a big boy. He is caring; he brings out the best in you; not the beast in you. He becomes patient and calm. He's able to control his temperament. He is a good example to others.
Until you become a woman of grace; you can never occupy the mind of a God fearing man. There is something that Jacob saw in Rachel that made him love her. Genesis 29:15-28 Jacob decided to serve for 7years just because he wanted Rachel to be his wife. The bible says ...."those 7years was like few days to him because of the love he had for her." Jacob had to serve for another 7years (making 14years) just to get a woman to be his wife. If you want a man to do anything to have you as his wife; there must be something in you that makes you different from all the sexy ladies. There was something about Rachel that distinguished her from Leah.
Are You a Rachael or a KimKardashian?
hmmmmm! Getting interesting...
MEN ALSO CRY PART II
I stepped into the house and my phone went off.
It was the hospital closest to our home, calling to say that my wife was ready for discharge.
“She had a miscarriage last night,” the nurse said over the phone, leaving me bewildered. “But she’s fine now.”
But I was about to become more stunned, for as soon as I brought Chichi home from the hospital, she confessed to me that she had forced the miscarriage. It was her own way of punishing me for our fight.
They say men shouldn’t cry, but daily, I wept in my soul as I came to realize that I was married to an unpredictable, vicious woman. I was scared for my life but afraid to leave my marriage for fear of what she would do. Outwardly, I put on a happy face whenever Chichi and I attended social gatherings, which was becoming very far and in between, as my regrets over marrying her strengthened with every passing second. Privately, I became withdrawn, preferring to work into the late hours than go home to my wife.
My Costa-Rican boss noticed my worsening melancholy and asked me what was going on. I made excuses, saying my depression was a result of overworking. She took my reply to heart and mandated a two weeks leave with pay. Perhaps she thought she was being generous but I didn’t see her generosity as an act of kindness since it meant that I’d be cooped up with Chichi for the next fourteen days. Although Chichi was a hard working Banker and was rarely home during the day, it was the thought of being in the house when she came back from work that had me reluctant to take the two weeks leave.
So I did what any other man who didn’t want to spend time with his wife would do. I made reservations for a hotel room in Downtown Houston in Texas and informed Chichi that I was going for a work-related conference that would last two weeks. From her cheerful smile as I lied through my teeth, I thought she bought my explanation. What I didn’t know was that the bomb in her head was ticking again, waiting to explode.
In Houston, I wasn’t interested in taking in the sights, as I just wanted to reflect on a lot of things, particularly my marriage to Chichi. I deliberately turned off my phone. During those three days, I prayed a lot. I was in a dark, confused place and I wanted out of my marriage. I just didn’t know how I was going to get out of it. I finally began to understand what Solomon in the Bible had meant when he said, “A beautiful woman with no discretion is like placing a gold ring in a pig’s snout.”
On my third day in the hotel, knocks pounded suddenly on my door, and my gut immediately warned me it was Chichi. I could practically feel my heart jump into my throat. My reaction would have been laughable had I not been part of the drama that was about to unfold in my hotel room. Here I was, a grown arse man, scared to death of my wife.
I opened the door and she breezed in. Her tone, when she returned my greeting was deadly sweet, and the cold way she stared at me had me thinking that the bomb in her head was just about to detonate. Remembering that she could become extremely angry at the slightest confrontation, I attempted to be gentle with her. But she had come to do battle and no amount of diplomacy on my part would allay the blast.
I stepped into the house and my phone went off.
It was the hospital closest to our home, calling to say that my wife was ready for discharge.
“She had a miscarriage last night,” the nurse said over the phone, leaving me bewildered. “But she’s fine now.”
But I was about to become more stunned, for as soon as I brought Chichi home from the hospital, she confessed to me that she had forced the miscarriage. It was her own way of punishing me for our fight.
They say men shouldn’t cry, but daily, I wept in my soul as I came to realize that I was married to an unpredictable, vicious woman. I was scared for my life but afraid to leave my marriage for fear of what she would do. Outwardly, I put on a happy face whenever Chichi and I attended social gatherings, which was becoming very far and in between, as my regrets over marrying her strengthened with every passing second. Privately, I became withdrawn, preferring to work into the late hours than go home to my wife.
My Costa-Rican boss noticed my worsening melancholy and asked me what was going on. I made excuses, saying my depression was a result of overworking. She took my reply to heart and mandated a two weeks leave with pay. Perhaps she thought she was being generous but I didn’t see her generosity as an act of kindness since it meant that I’d be cooped up with Chichi for the next fourteen days. Although Chichi was a hard working Banker and was rarely home during the day, it was the thought of being in the house when she came back from work that had me reluctant to take the two weeks leave.
So I did what any other man who didn’t want to spend time with his wife would do. I made reservations for a hotel room in Downtown Houston in Texas and informed Chichi that I was going for a work-related conference that would last two weeks. From her cheerful smile as I lied through my teeth, I thought she bought my explanation. What I didn’t know was that the bomb in her head was ticking again, waiting to explode.
In Houston, I wasn’t interested in taking in the sights, as I just wanted to reflect on a lot of things, particularly my marriage to Chichi. I deliberately turned off my phone. During those three days, I prayed a lot. I was in a dark, confused place and I wanted out of my marriage. I just didn’t know how I was going to get out of it. I finally began to understand what Solomon in the Bible had meant when he said, “A beautiful woman with no discretion is like placing a gold ring in a pig’s snout.”
On my third day in the hotel, knocks pounded suddenly on my door, and my gut immediately warned me it was Chichi. I could practically feel my heart jump into my throat. My reaction would have been laughable had I not been part of the drama that was about to unfold in my hotel room. Here I was, a grown arse man, scared to death of my wife.
I opened the door and she breezed in. Her tone, when she returned my greeting was deadly sweet, and the cold way she stared at me had me thinking that the bomb in her head was just about to detonate. Remembering that she could become extremely angry at the slightest confrontation, I attempted to be gentle with her. But she had come to do battle and no amount of diplomacy on my part would allay the blast.
BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL!
Who says girls shouldn't be Bosses, who says they can't lead, why shouldn't they buy their own designer watches, U think cars and a Big House is something they don't need?... Babes Y'all should quit living just to get to d point of Marriage, Ur own life U cn manage, be big and make Urself wanted yeah:like Tiwa savage, a lot of y'all are gullible, and that's terrible, be high class, drive fine cars, Man go come, have fun, be with a guy dt sees You as His sun, don't be managed,be almost worshipped, don't be ravaged, live wif a Man wif whom You'll enjoy old age...
#beAstrongBlackWoman!
Now enjoy this story & Please leave a comment!
MEN ALSO CRY Episode I.
Perhaps I am a jerk for divorcing Chichi for reasons other than infidelity, but the truth is, I’d had enough in the sham that I called my marriage.
My friends said not to settle; that my decision to marry her would eventually bite me in the butt, but I’d been in such haste to have Chichi to myself that I shunned their advice. I somehow convinced myself that I could adapt to her temperament. I even arrogantly believed that I could change her. You see, there are not that many beautiful Nigerian girls in Atlanta willing to date guys like me – guys who are shy, short and rotund. Since I wasn’t a big catch in terms of physical features, to have Chichi consenting to date me, talk less of marrying me, had been a huge deal.
She was everything a man like me could ever dream of: Petite, light-skinned with long hair – not the one that carried extensions or weaves. Hers was real, the kind of hair a man wasn’t afraid to touch for fear that it came from the head of some poor Asian who had sold her thick locks of hair for the next meal. She had a sharp mind too, never lacking for topics to converse on, so it wasn’t surprising that she was well up on her way to becoming a big player at the bank where she worked. I’m no poet, but honestly, her smile was like the bright rays of the sun. And when she frowned, I sighed with fascination.
There was just something very cute about her every facial expression. She often made me wish that I was a painter so I could capture every look on her stunning face. People who saw us together frequently wondered how a beauty like her could be with a guy like me. I considered myself the luckiest of men, until her flaw came out like the murky waters under a clear sea. Hers was a vice that took the form of uncontrolled rage, lashing out at anyone and anything.
The first time I saw her throw a tantrum, it had happened in a cozy restaurant. The waiter, a white racist who couldn’t stomach the idea of two blacks eating out in a classy restaurant, had attempted to make our dinner a frustrating exercise. He was rude, but I don’t think he deserved the plate strike on his face, almost ending up with a blind eye. Chichi and I found ourselves escorted out of the restaurant by Security, as she wouldn’t stop screaming obscenities at the waiter and the restaurant’s management.
The second time I saw her lash out was some few weeks to our wedding when she had slashed my tires. We’d had an argument over the number of people we were inviting to the wedding. It was during that time that I began to encourage her to take anger management classes, but she rebuffed my advice.
Third time, she threw a fit because the wine cups we ordered for the wedding arrived late. Chichi visited the factory that made the cups and hit the manager with her heeled shoe when he couldn’t provide an answer to why the cups hadn’t arrived. She spent that night in Jail for harassment, and we had to cough out thousands to bail her out. Fortunately, the matter was settled out of court as the manager dropped the charges; unfortunately, my parents were in town when this last squabble happened and they verbalized doubts about Chichi.
For a while, marriage to Chichi was bliss until she became pregnant and suddenly,
STAY TUNED...
My friends said not to settle; that my decision to marry her would eventually bite me in the butt, but I’d been in such haste to have Chichi to myself that I shunned their advice. I somehow convinced myself that I could adapt to her temperament. I even arrogantly believed that I could change her. You see, there are not that many beautiful Nigerian girls in Atlanta willing to date guys like me – guys who are shy, short and rotund. Since I wasn’t a big catch in terms of physical features, to have Chichi consenting to date me, talk less of marrying me, had been a huge deal.
She was everything a man like me could ever dream of: Petite, light-skinned with long hair – not the one that carried extensions or weaves. Hers was real, the kind of hair a man wasn’t afraid to touch for fear that it came from the head of some poor Asian who had sold her thick locks of hair for the next meal. She had a sharp mind too, never lacking for topics to converse on, so it wasn’t surprising that she was well up on her way to becoming a big player at the bank where she worked. I’m no poet, but honestly, her smile was like the bright rays of the sun. And when she frowned, I sighed with fascination.
There was just something very cute about her every facial expression. She often made me wish that I was a painter so I could capture every look on her stunning face. People who saw us together frequently wondered how a beauty like her could be with a guy like me. I considered myself the luckiest of men, until her flaw came out like the murky waters under a clear sea. Hers was a vice that took the form of uncontrolled rage, lashing out at anyone and anything.
The first time I saw her throw a tantrum, it had happened in a cozy restaurant. The waiter, a white racist who couldn’t stomach the idea of two blacks eating out in a classy restaurant, had attempted to make our dinner a frustrating exercise. He was rude, but I don’t think he deserved the plate strike on his face, almost ending up with a blind eye. Chichi and I found ourselves escorted out of the restaurant by Security, as she wouldn’t stop screaming obscenities at the waiter and the restaurant’s management.
The second time I saw her lash out was some few weeks to our wedding when she had slashed my tires. We’d had an argument over the number of people we were inviting to the wedding. It was during that time that I began to encourage her to take anger management classes, but she rebuffed my advice.
Third time, she threw a fit because the wine cups we ordered for the wedding arrived late. Chichi visited the factory that made the cups and hit the manager with her heeled shoe when he couldn’t provide an answer to why the cups hadn’t arrived. She spent that night in Jail for harassment, and we had to cough out thousands to bail her out. Fortunately, the matter was settled out of court as the manager dropped the charges; unfortunately, my parents were in town when this last squabble happened and they verbalized doubts about Chichi.
For a while, marriage to Chichi was bliss until she became pregnant and suddenly,
STAY TUNED...
NIGERIA DECIDES! What do You think?
but what do YOU think?
Friday 30 January 2015
Igbotic-British Babe's advice to Ladies.
Although She tried with the accent, but You will not miss the IgboTHICK accent if You have the ears. but besides I think she made a lot of sense.
Hardwork Pays.... Ask Olamide (a.k.a Baddoo)
If You feel bad about where You are now, cos things seem to be static, I hope this Photo inspires You, it could be just the next step that'd take You to where You wanna be,
STAND TALL!
LIFE!
Just cos You look happy & healthy, people conclude that Your whole life's been all hearty and wealthy, but it's not like that O, everyone has a story O.For Me I don't really worry, & I am rarely in a hurry, most times even in problems I glow, and the only times I hurry, honestly I hurry slow.
A lot of people rub their past sufferings on people's faces, but that's just one of life's many faces, most people go through as much or even worse shit, but still they help other people to their feet.
Everybody know how im don suffer, there was a time it seemed life had nothing to offer, but if GOD has changed that why not just help where You can, rather than tell the story of Your life and be a wicked man.
Life is simple My people, You can make a million from today's nickel, so just chill, climb that hill, but when You reach the top, don't hesitate to pull others Up.
Just show care, and ofcos please share.
I LOVE GOD
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