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*Ignores cobwebs* Hi people, its been ages and i have missed you guys. I now live in Nigeria and am trying to find my  balance. I have actually been looking for something to blog about for a long time but i couldn't find anything interesting, i wanted to talk about my experience here in Nigeria, and how i find a lot of people awfully rude but because some people have done that, i decided not to do it. But something happened recently. I heard a story of this couple that have been married for over ten years, and all of a sudden, the husband started acting funny, beating the wife to pulp and stuff. I gathered that, the guy is just plain jealous of the wife's success and he is intimidated by it. Why on earth would a man be intimidated by his wife's success? I don't get it, its really beyond my comprehension.  If your wife's income is more than yours, then find something else to do, something productive instead of beating and blaming the poor woman for your misfortune. I don't know how true this story is, but am sure some men are like that. After years of marriage, the wife will now turn to a stranger, they no longer eat or do anything at home, they beat the wife if she happens to be making more money, they blame the wife for hindering their success/progress. I think this men are just ridiculous and need a powerful man of God to deliver them.


To men: If your wife is making a lot of money than you, would you be intimidated?

WOULD YOU?

Sup sup! How are we doing? I hope we are all doing fine? I am. I am so excited, i am going to Nigeria for some time and i will be leaving soon. Sorry i haven't really been active here, its cos i have been dead busy. I have been running around for the preparation of my trip. Anyways there's something i have been willing to chat about but due to some reasons i decided to shut up.But recently i have been seeing alot of things that wanna make me express myself on this issue. Oya lemme ask you lovelies, would you allow your daughter to date at 13?Ok 16? The other day i was going home, i sat at the bus stop patiently waiting for my bus when i was this girl and her boyfriend, i swear she can't be older than 16, they were technically forcing tongues in each other's throat, you guys need to see my facial expression, it was like.....    I thought to myself shouldn't she be at home? because it was around past 8pm. There were times i have seen teenage girls  hanging out and cuddling boys at ungodly hours.Is this because we are in the 21st century? I remember when i was 16, God knows i wasn't allowed all these. My mum was so strict about any issue concerning boys. Who born my maga to be talking and flirting with boys not to mention having boyfriend... But..but i had my first boyfriend when i was 15 and my mum didn't know about it and the relationship didn't even last for a month because i was so scared my mum would find out and i was kinda scared of the guy too because he was about 18. I didn't have my next one till i was 20. What age would you allow your daughter to start a relationship? As for me, when she's 23 .. OK 19. loll. Let me know what you think people.

I HATED PRIMARY SCHOOL JARE!

I met this talented and hilarious writer sometime last year on a website called naijastories.His story was the first story i came  across and it got me rolling on the floor.  I find his stories amusing, this guy is just too funny. Here's the story. Enjoy!

Primary school they say is the level in ones academic life, where the primary foundation of knowledge is laid. Most of the time it’s also been said to dictate intellectual success. I should be ashamed of myself for saying this, but I loathed primary school ‘hoha’! with every breadth in me. Part of the motivation for that being the undue and irrelevant pressure my teachers put on me to ‘know book’. Fine; they were simply doing their jobs as teachers, but what was the point of flogging me when I failed a sum? Though it was a good measure to get pupils to sit up and put in more effort, which might have worked for some, all it did was wane my enthusiasm for school.

My five years in primary school was less than mundane. I had no clue why I was actually in school, and I guess most pupils my age felt exactly the same way. As far as I was concerned, we just went to school because other children went to school, and other children went to school because other children went to school. Or like Terry G would say, “we go school just to go catch our groove”. Even though I was no more than six years old, I knew exactly where I wanted to be. My only compulsion as a child then was to be anywhere but school, and whenever we broke off for holidays, I was like an untamed beast. Perhaps if I had had ‘really good’ teachers who knew how to properly teach children, maybe I would have seen school in a different light. But I had some of the most ‘useless’ teachers (sorry to say) that you could ever imagine.
I may sound disrespectful or irrational, but I’m just being honest. Hell; what did I know?

I was no more than ten years old, but I knew a good teacher from a rubbish one. And I’ll tell you how you know the really good ones, because some fifteen odd years later, as I write this, I can still remember their names. There were only two of them in my five years of primary school. Shame. Uncle Alex in primary three, and Uncle Peter in primary five, and I would recognize them if they walked past me today.

Just before beginnig primary three however, I broke my leg over a Cynthia Rothrock movie (where the hell is that lady sef? She just vanished into thin air). That was one karate kick ass lady. I remember this very very vividly. I had just concluded watching one of her movies, when I decided to ‘do as I saw’. I threw a kick in the air, lost my balance and was on the floor very quickly, and a loud popping sound followed. That was the sound of my left lower leg bone snapping in two, and it was the best thing that ever happened in my life at the time. Yay! I couldn’t believe my luck. Come and see victory. For the whole of the first and second term, I was at home while the others went to school. See groove. I got the best royal treatment ever from my parents. By royal treatment, I mean I got just about anything I wanted. Toy guns, cakes, ‘buns’, ‘kpof kpof’, ‘guguru’, new Cynthia Rothrock movies (believe that), loads of other toys, etcetera.

I became the envy of my siblings very fast. But it wasn’t all smiles when I had to see the bone mender every Saturday. It usually took about six people to restrain me whenever this old woman treated me. I would thrash around and scream the life off my little lungs as she applied whatever on my broken leg and then wound and twisted it like say we quarrel. How a qualified doctor could recommend this form of alternative medicine for a little boy like me was beyond my comprehension. In fact I cursed that doctor tire! And my twin would always tease “next time don’t play karate you hear?” Mcheeww!

Anyway I got the biggest surprise one day when Uncle Alex paid me a visit. My mum had broadcasted the ‘news’ to my class and this man was humane enough to follow her home to see his naughty pupil. It did and still does mean a lot to me and I just can’t thank him enough for simply caring. It was a good experience sha; breaking my leg I mean. Hehehe.

The leg healed anyway, after some six months and I went back to school. Very sad. Mcheeww!

MSCHEWWW!!!!

Looked for a good title for this post but i just couldn't find any. I am so pissed off right now. I mean what's up with this silly and unruly kids rioting? The families of the man that was shot want peace so why the heck are you disrupting the peace of others? People's lives have to be on hold for what? I just think this people are just thieves and opportunist, breaking into shops and stealing there stuff mscheww.  The picture of this silly black cow was posted on facebook; she had tights on her head covering her face, and making away with two packs of supermalt ole oshi mscheww. The annoying part of it is that i live outside London and the people ( i believe the oyinbo kids ) in my area have broken into this man's grocery store to steal his things. The incident happened in London so it's none of our biznezz for crying out loud. I just pray this is over by Wednesday because i have places to be! I Just heard that the Nandos in my area have been looted too ( Mehn free chicken and corn on the cob)lol.

POWER BEHIND MEDIA.

Y'ello  lovelies. How are we doing? This weekend was our youth anniversary and the theme was S'OLD OUT- Empowered by the spirit.  We started on Thursday and everyone had a perfect day in the presence of God. We opened with aerobics, football and BBQ and  Friday was out of this world. We had a guest speaker who talked to us  about the power behind media. I know most of us, if not all of us are aware of this Illuminati  stuff and the subliminal messages in worldly songs. All the stuff this man said was shocking. Even Disney channel isn't safe anymore. The reason why i decided to share this with you lovelies is that i want you all to be  conscious of what you watch and listen to. We watched a video about this man-apparently he's the founder of MTV, he was interviewed and what he said about this popular channel was shocking and disturbing. I didn't know it was going to be that powerful, i would have brought my camera with me to  video-tape the whole thing and post it here for you  guys. Please people i beg you, be mindful of what you watch and listen to. Mothers please be careful about the programs your children watch. The devil is bent on  getting us, we must not give him any chance what so ever to get us. I pray the grace of the lord will continue to guide us in all we do. Do not say ' oh this isn't real.'believe me it is. It is well.

NAWA.

Hi my people *waves and winks* I was going  through some things online and i came across this funny story and  i just had to share with you lovelies.

Enjoy  and crack ur ribs.

A 29-year-old self-styled Man of God has been nabbed by the Adenta District Police Command for allegedly inserting his fingers into the private parts of five women under the pretext of praying for them.

Prophet Richard Addo, who claims to be a member of Word Miracle Church at Nungua, a suburb of Accra, was arrested after one of the women boldly reported the incident to the police.

As at press time yesterday, the five complainants had given their statements to the Adenta police about the alleged acts of Prophet Richard Addo.

According to information available to DAILY GUIDE, Prophet Addo also charged the women various amounts of money ranging from GH¢150 to GH¢200 and as well tried to ravage their bodies.

According to one of the victims (named with-held), she met the man of God in November 2010 on the street where he told her that he had had a vision in which a baby was walking behind her and crying.

“I then confessed to him that I have had an abortion before and he said that he will help me pray to break that bondage.

“We then made an appointment to meet at my hostel for prayers. Later, he asked me to give him GH¢150 to purchase olive oil for the deliverance prayers while the remaining balance will also be used as seed money for prayer request.”

According to her, during a subsequent prayer session, Prophet Richard Addo asked her to strip naked in a hotel room while he used the olive oil to rub her whole body, following which he inserted the olive oil into her vagina.

Another victim also narrated that Prophet Richard Addo after meeting her, said it had been revealed to him that she was barren.

“He made me to pay GH¢200 for olive oil and the rest to be used as prayer request fees.”

She maintained that Prophet Richard Addo inserted four of his fingers into her private parts while praying for her.

Confirming the story to DAILY GUIDE, Adenta District Police Commander, DSP Stephen Kofi Ahiatafu, said the victims reported to the police on Monday February 14, 2011 about what they allegedly went through at the hands of the self-styled pastor.

He said one of the victims reported first to the station that the said man of God took her laptop, an amount of GH¢150 and fingered her as well under the pretext of praying for her.

DSP Ahiatafu said in all, five women, some of whom were married and others students, had lodged complaints against the pastor.

“After collecting money from them, Prophet Richard Addo then takes them to a hotel room, rubs olive oil on their bodies, and inserts his fingers into their private parts as well,” the commander said.

He appealed to other women who might have fallen victim to his acts to report at the station.

When the self-styled man of God was asked to demonstrate how he did it, he said he inserted his four fingers into the women’s vaginas with the help of the olive oil.

No be small thing hehehe.

SOME PARENTS SHA...

A pair of twin boys had to be rescued by firefighters after becoming trapped on a window grid in Yulin, southern China's Guangxi Province. The two young boys climbed out of the window onto the grid after being left home alone while their parents went to work.


My take on this case is that i really feel sorry for these kids for having careless parents. I don't understand why they should leave  these kids on their own. One of them could have stayed to look after the kids, they are still babies  for crying out loud!. Children are big irresponsibility, they shouldn't have had them when they knew they wouldn't be able to look after them. Mscheww, work in deed.