Lifetime isn't forever
When you said you'll be with me for a lifetime, you didn't tell me your lifetime isn't forever. You made promises of forever, but didn't fulfill.
Dearest Davis, the last time I saw you, our agreement was to meet the following weekend at the airport, where my birthday gift awaits me. You said it was a surprise, and it surprised me. I was and am still more than surprise.
I can still feel the warmth of your skin on mine, the sweetness of your cute lips on my lips and sacred abode. The rhythm of your thrusts, remains fresh in my memory. I couldn't believe what my eyes saw when I met you for the last time.
Gathered together, were parts of your body, with some parts missing or ruined. The one who ended your life, is a perfect artist with years of experience, I can say.
Perfectly crafted, from your body, was an image of a fleshy, robust baby. The sight was horrible. Your death birthed rivers of tears from my eyes.
Well, we all will die, Someday. But, I guess you deserve to die. In my entire life, I've never felt so much happiness when butchering.
You were an exception. I can still hear your screams, as you begged for mercy, endlessly while I removed the skin from your balls, sliced and fried them. They were so sweet...nicest thing I've eaten this year.
And your weapon of mass destruction? I enjoyed crafting my favorite tattoo on them, with my extremely hot knife. Your screams, were so comforting to my ears that I couldn't help but record it. Every night, I plug in my earphones and listen to your wails...it makes me sleep well.
Shoving my huge iron rod into your mouth gave me pleasure. The way you gagged, made your eyes pop, it brought smiles to my face.
Ending you, in a beautiful way with my butchering skills gave me peace. What I won't forget is the way I opened your chest, used my knife to make patterns on your heart and lastly carved out the beauty of our departed baby girl, from your body. The baby girl, you don't want to have now, the one you told me to abort, the one you illegally and without my permission used force to get rid of, by drugging me.
Yes, that cute baby girl, I carved it out of your body. Now, you know the real definition of pain.
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Wednesday
I'm not a fan of Series, but i was persuaded by my friend to see "Wednesday". Though I was reluctant to watch it, but when I saw on the internet that it was kind of related to Harry Potter, which is my favorite, I picked interest in it.
Having watched Wednesday, I can boldly say I'm in love with the characters, for a reason. The plot, the suspense is worth the hype.
I love the fact that Wednesday is a weird girl, who loves only black color, doesn't hug, loves her space and totally doesn't give a fuck about what people say. I feel like there's a connection between Wednesday and I, cause I love weird. All my friends say I'm weird, though blue is my favorite color, I love black. And, I honestly love being alone.
Wednesday is actually like Harry Potter in terms of hidden secrets, supernatural intervention and well,magic. Wednesday is just like Luna in Harry Potter, strange and full of surprises.
Wednesday is a girl who doesn't get intimidated by the society. And in her quest for answers, she doesn't mind hurting anyone who she feels is suspicious. She's a fearless young lady, full of life and bent on unraveling the secrets behind the murder of a student years ago. A murder her father was accused of.
Her relationship with "thing" is beautiful. Thing is a secret informant for Wednesday, he is actually just fingers, five fingers. The first time I saw Wednesday emotional was when "thing" was badly wounded. He was stabbed by one of Wednesday's stalker, who wanted to make sure she didn't get to the root of the matter. Thing was stabbed and he died, Wednesday cried. She took him to her uncle, who used his magical power of electricity to revive him. After trying, "thing" didn't respond until weird Wednesday said "Thing, if you die, I'll kill you". I love that scene, like, how will you kill something that's dead. Well, "thing" heard and woke up.
Wednesday was so determined to find out the dark secrets of Nevermore, and to catch the murderers killing people in town. Eventually, it turned out that the monster ravaging the town was none other than Tyler.
Tyler has a crush on Wednesday since he met her, amd it's obviously for a reason.
Anyways, I can't say it all. I'm sure you'll love the series when you watch it. It's just the Season 1 now, 2 will be out next year.
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A delicious pleasure
"Hmmm"... I let out a slow moan with a huge smile, clearly unaware of my environment. I was lost in my world of fantasy with my lover, I didn't hear my roommate calling out to me after moaning like one in a sexual encounter.
"Stop daydreaming Laurel", you've been acting weird since you met your "wonderful god on Earth". You aren't the first to love, you won't be the last. So, chill.
"Precious", you won't understand how it feels to be in love until you meet the one. I mean the one who makes you feel like you are the best on Earth, prettiest and coolest. The one, who'll go any length to satisfy you, I mean, the real one who will always be ready to make things up to you, no matter the circumstances.
Charles is such a perfect gentleman, I can't forget the day we became intimate....
"You're welcome to my humble abode, Sunshine. I giggled slightly, as he used his hands to brush the hair away from my face.
"You have a nice place. It's beautiful.
"Yeah, beautiful like my cute priceless jewel. By the way, you look ravishing in this outfit, it shows your perfect curves and tempting cleavages. I can't wait to have my mouth filled, Sunshine", he said as he gently cupped my breasts, while placing soft kisses on my head. I couldn't resist the nice torture his hands were tenderly giving. I leaned in, kissed him deeply and gave his hard human a hot massage.
Somehow, we found ourselves in a huge room that looks like his bedroom. I was still taking in the beauty of this huge room, with a king sized bed when he calmly set me on my feet. I didn't realize I was in his arms. He held on to me, looking deep into my eyes with love written all over his face.
"This is my room and as you know, I live alone. So, we have the house all to ourselves. Are you ready for this, Sunshine? I gave a reassuring nod and in a second, he was all over me, kissing and nibbing.
"Lay back, Sunshine", he ordered and like a sheep being led to the slaughter, I obeyed. I walked to the edge of the bed, sat and kicked off my shoes before doing as instructed. He came close, pulled my legs apart, kissed my bellybutton, as his hands found the way to my panties. Playfully, he pulled down my pants, rubbed my tender spot, making me release soft gasp and moans as he teased my clits till I couldn't take it anymore. Like a pro, he inserted a finger into my very tight opening, going in and out in a slow rhythm,kissing my lips and whispering sweet words. I was lost. I let out a sharp "ouch", as he inserted a second finger, going faster and faster. I held on to him like my life depended on him, I could feel my legs shaking, from the delicious pleasure of his hands. I knew I reached my climax when I arched my back tightly, dipped my fingers into his back and shook uncontrollably under him. Yet, he continued to pump his fingers deep and deeper, till I begged him to stop.
Breathing heavily, he asked, "you love that, Sunshine? Want more?
"I fucking want more than more, Cupcake".
He then stood, walked briskly to the drawer, opened and picked a pack of condom. On a second thought, he dropped them, joined me on the bed, stretched my legs open, and inserted two fingers into me, making me scream in pleasure. As if that was not enough, he positioned himself well, and used his tongue alongside his fingers to pleasure me. The feeling was heavenly, I was busy wiggling my body from one side to another, moaning out his name as he worked faster on me.....
"Will you listen to me now? Laurel". Precious shouted at me angrily again, as she realized that she has been talking to the wind for the past 10 minutes.
"I'm sorry, babes. I apologized with a shy smile. I zoned out, again. It's love!
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See finish
WHEN DID THAT ONE START? A RESEARCH ON “SEE FINISH” AND ITS EXTENSIVE CONSEQUENCES
“See finish” is a word commonly used by speakers of Nigeria pidgin, to represent a situation where a person loses or has lost his/ her respect from one or more people due to prolong proximity. “See finish is a form of indirect disrespect used when people knows your deepest secrets or flaws, either as a result of loose mouth or coincidence.
An instance of “see finish” can be seen in the attitudes of younger ones, age groups, friends, colleagues or neighbors. Assuming you live in a face me and face you apartment and every blessed day, You’re always out of salt, Maggie, or matches, and known to knock on doors with a devilish smile, begging for seasoning. With time, you’ll be tagged as “beggie - beggie”, even if you’re not there to beg. Each time they sight you, they’ll start cackling and giggling like three fingers from wrong turn, with the nickname on their lips, “beggie - beggie”, that one nah see finish.
As a lady, you are always in your friend’s wardrobe, trying different clothes while Awwwning like a Zombie Baby glad at the sight of bloody brain. So, you now expect Amanda, a young lady to respect you with smiles on her face, while you bundle away bags of clothes like thief in the day. You turned your friend’s house to Boutique, my dear, Amanda will point to you and say “that’s the aunty that always do shopping in my sister’s room”. That’s another “see finish”.
Not only that, only you seven relationships in a year, Hana! When your friend’s start talk about love, you decided to school your mouth into matter weh no concern you. Now, they don call you wife of Bath and King’s Solomon’s successor, you deh vex. Why Dem no go call you names? They don see you finish, my dear. Go and sin no more.
Enh, Brother Akeem and David, your own nah to deh drink garri everywhere, like water. I no fit blame you Sha, nah wetin you get, you deh chop. You still deh struggle, but na garri your wages fit afford, I salute una, you be strong comrades, indeed. Keep grinding. You get money o, weh you fit use chop better food, but Olori Pablo and Aya Richee no go leave una mind. Always funding their bank accounts, making it chubby while you and your account con look like premature corn. Carry on with the good works. Even the garri weh You deh chop, nah beggie beggie you use collect ham from Mama Salewa olounje lati ilu gbogan. You can’t even pass the front of her shop in peace, because she go don deh shout, “no credit today o, garri sef no deh. We no get foodstuffs for shop today sef”. That one, brother, nah see finish o.
Before you start abusing that innocent fellow, remember say nah you tell ham say your Toto don wide like Pacific ocean. Before you say “ when did that one start? Recall, say nah you open your mouth wwaaa con deh run ham like tap weh no get control.
Fellow students like me, una Mama and Papa sef don see you finish because anytime they see una call like this, they go talk say nah money you need like that o, bah? Students like me……though e fit be check up call o, but they way you deh talk demand for money enh, go make them think say na money you wan beg for, but nah Every time you deh sing 🎶 Send me 2k, oh papa, send me 2k Mama, if I be blood ask for my aza, send me 2k🎶
There are numerous consequences of “see finish”, but I’ll mention few. First, you’ll loose your self respect, morals and values if you’re the “cut for me” type.
Face your book o, don’t Facebook. Anytime results are released, your friends don Sabi you as the owner of dees. No vex o when they start addressing you as Divine, Daniel, Deborah or even F. Na ṣee finish patapata, buckle up, too. You can always be predicted as a “see finish” human. To those with low self esteem, “see finish” can actually make them easily depressed.
It can also be avoided when you shut your mouth when you’re supposed to do so. It is essential to keep to your promise to avoid situations whereby your friends will use your weakness, flaws to catch cruise. Keeping your promises makes people respect you more. And, some matters are too sensitive to be discussed outside. Matters concerning your kids, wife, spouse or job should be kept to yourself and yourself alone to avoided “see finish”
Conclusively, I hope your people never see you finish Sha. Shalom!
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Struggling with School and SAPA
Since ASUU strike was called a month ago, after eight months strike, life as a student hasn't been easy. Honestly, working hard to revive the student in us, is a huge task after eight months of enjoyment, working and learning outside of school.
As a Sophomore, before the strike my classes were always around 8am to 2pm or 9am to 4pm, but now, things have been changed, my classes starts by 7am and ends 5pm, sometimes 6pm. Getting up as early as 7am sometimes, is very difficult. Why? First, during the strike for the first three months I wasn't doing anything, so I don't wake up before 7am, but when I started working, I wake up before 7am to meet up. Secondly, waking up around 6am o prepare for a 7am class after sleeping around 3am or 4am, looks like a suicide mission.
We've got to read, I have exams in December and studying overnight is the only time to read. Cause the day is Always filled up with activities. Adapting to student's life again,looks like an impossible mission when I resumed. I sat, thinking of how to plan my life within this short semester.
Even my free Fridays, is no longer free. It's lectures from Monday to Friday and it's very choking. Luckily, I was able to find that student in me again, and I'm back to my feet, struggling with school.
As if rushing lectures isn't enough, my courses are technically milking me for money. I'm sure I've spent up to 74 million this semester ( just exaggerating). Truthfully, I've spent more than scheduled this semester, all on books. I have oral presentation to make, like a drama, and that's a huge expense on me now, I have to buy or rent costumes, pay the person that's going to tutor me and others. Every week,I have to either print or buy books, it's more like a ritual now.
I'm tired of explaining to my parents, they thought I'm just spending my money anyhow, but I gotta spoil my self a bit, and for spoiling Myself, I bought ice cream and I don't think it's too much to take care of myself. Feeding and transport is another thing, this semester is meant to stress and Rob us of our money.
The Sun in my school, is wonderfully hot. It's like the sun is proudly sponsored by Hell. I mean,it's so hot, if you're light skinned in the morning, before evening the sun will turn you black. Well, we're all trying to survive this school,with all the stress.
Anyways, I pray we all succeed in this struggle of life. Today, is meant for books, I've got tests lined up for me next week. I'll try to post here, when I can.
And yes, my school is OBAFEMI AWOLOWO UNIVERSITY, ILE IFE, OSUN STATE, NIGERIA.
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Met by fate 2
Tessa dropped the ball in my court, now it's my turn to play it well. All through the week, I was busy preparing for the task ahead. We couldn't see during the week, cause we were both busy with school work. So, we decided to meet at "Hotel Royal" to feed our bodies.
Unknown to her, a surprise is awaiting. I've prepared the room to look like a bridal setting, decorated with red, a love letter and a bath tub filled with roses - thanks to the hotel management. She deserves to be pampered and that's what I'm going to do, she's my goddess, I'll willingly worship every corner of her body with my whole life.
Few minutes to our appointment, I took a mint, wore some perfume, styled my hair into her favorite style, took a pack of protection, then changed my mind. I dropped the protection and decided to ride without obstruction. I got to Hotel Royal and ordered some wine, and assorted meat, to start with. I was thinking of her fleshy clean body when a knock sounded on the door, it was Tessa.
I rushed to open the door and there she was, in all her beauty. Clad in a cute mini gown, revealing her skin, a bit. My mouth was agape while taking in her beauty, her firm boobs were gently laid in her gown, and I could see her nipples. She parted her legs, slowly like a model, revealing more of her skin, at that moment I could feel my tool of mass destruction moving in an exciting manner.
We couldn't hold it any longer, as I took her lips in mine, kissing her passionately like two long lost lovers. She returned the gesture as we crashed on the bed, kissing passionately. I didn't even remember the meat and wine on the table, all that matters now is my goddess.
We were both Stark naked now, exploring and touching. I kissed her lips, down to her necks, chest, belly button and finally down to her Honeypot. I kissed her laps and found her tender spot, in between.
My tongue delved in, licking, eating and sucking, Tessa held my head tightly, moaning and pulling the bedsheets. Without warning, I pushed two of my fingers into her, and pumped hard, ignoring her screams. With my tongue, working around and my fingers pumping, I could feel her legs shaking and her body became stiff as she released into my mouth. She's my goddess, so I sucked and licked her clean.
Tessa pushed me to the bed and took my tool of mass destruction in her mouth, licked like lollipop, her warm mouth sent me into a frenzy, I spoke in tongues unknown. I was totally lost, I couldn't form a simple sentence, with her mouth and hands, she showed me another version of heaven. Uncontrollably, I ejaculated into her mouth and she swallowed. She stood up, looked at me, smiled and went into the bathroom. I fully positioned myself on the bed with my erected tool, waiting for the main deal. I guessed Tessa went to clean her body, in preparation for the main course.
The bathroom door opened and what I saw felt like a dream. Tessa had another plan for me, while I was busy pleasing her. What I saw coming out of the bathroom, wasn't Tessa, it was truly the goddess I saw, with horns sharp as sword . A goddess of death, she was a demon. The beautiful face I knew became a demon's. Her voice sounded like a mighty thunder, as she listed my offense and declared that I deserves to die. It was a case of rape of a lady. A lady, unknown to me that belongs to the spirit world, was raped by me and killed in the process of aborting for her.
Tessa didn't think twice before striking me with her powers, choking me and ruining my tool of mass destruction. My screams couldn't be heard outside the room, and Tessa finally sucked the life out of me, then disappeared never to be seen, again.
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Met by fate 1
I've never met a lady with a captivating figure, full of good morals and a beautiful sense of humour, like Tessa, since I stepped on Campus. She's got radiant skin, enough to illuminate the night coupled with her babyish cute smile and Dimpled cheeks waiting to be caressed by the softest hands.
Her plump, rosy lips, is a center of attraction, perfect for a long lip locking. She could pass for a goddess.
I was rushing to a 9:am class that lovely day, when an angelic voice stopped me. I felt like I was enchanted when all I could do was stare at her in awe, taking in the wonderful works of the creator. I'm sure God took extra time to craftily craft her very charming figure.
"Hi", she whispered gently for the fifth time, with a smile.
"Good morning", I answered her, while displaying my set of perfect white teeth, like a Toothpaste ambassador.
We met by fate. It happened that we were going to same class for different lectures. She was actually on her way to the wrong class and I acted like a perfect gentle man by describing the way to her lecture room.
I took her number, in case she missed her way, again. I told her to call me, anytime she needs help. And that was how, we became friends, then graduated from the class of friendship to the class of Kissers, and then lovers.
Before we became lovers, we took turns in visiting each other, and I got the chance to see her fleshly, fair laps. I longed to touch and run my hands all over them, but they were like ripe pawpaws and mangoes in Mama Chidera's compound, which strangers cannot touch, talk more of plucking or eating; you can only admire from a distance. Same, with Tessa.
When she moves, my brain changes position. I was totally controlled by her body, especially her waist. All I wanted was to feel her tender skin, while my fingers works magic and makes her go insane as she whispers my name amidst gasps and moans.
Our first kiss was like a huge dream come true. She was in pain after spilling hot oil on her smooth,spotless laps while cooking. I applied first aid, but she kept crying. I blowed air with my mouth on her laps, and I felt her shudder in relief, that was a good sign! I proceeded to place warm kisses around her injury,and it calmed her.
Inwardly, I was grinning like a fool, for not only touching her but kissing her laps. She didn't fight back, rather she urged me to move on, by holding on to my neck. I continued to place kisses on her laps, working my way in and out, and finally up to her belly button.
At this stage, she was lost. Her eyes were closed and her lips parted slightly, it was an invitation to come in. I closed the gap between us and brushed my lips against hers. Her smiles kept me going as I delved into her unknown world, lost with her, in the rhythm.
Her lips were the softest thing,ever. Soft and light, like a feather. Playfully, we made our tongues dance to the sound of the soft Music, playing in the background. We shared deepest secrets and affections, with our locked lips. She tasted like strawberry, I love strawberries.
By the time we parted lips after five minutes, we were both breathless.
Our eyes spoke, it said, "we need more".
Like hungry folks, we devoured each other. Kissing, and exploring. I surrendered to her bosom, like a prodigal son, while her her Honeypot flowed like rivers of living water.
I held her close as she spasmed like a possessed witch, over and over. I kissed her good night and watched her slip into Dreamland while I penned down my unforgettable experience with her, then wrote her a poem:
"Rolling on my bed of total confusion,
The urge to profess brewed like dragon fire,
Your smile spreads chills like diffusion,
Pushing me more to the edge,
The temptations I couldn’t resist,
As your rosy lips assist,
In fulfilling my long time ambitions.
Hips keeps messing with my brain,
Skin and eyes made me insane,
Lovingly, you showed me heaven,
When our lips touched,
Lady bum I clutched.
I swear, in my prime,
All I want is this heaven".
Following evening, she sent a text that reads, "Last night was just a tip of the iceberg, I believe. Why not come over and put the icing on the cake"
It was at that moment, I knew I was in for something huge. I mean huge. Well, only a mad man will say "NO" to a goddess like her. I am ready to worship her, till my last breathe.
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The concept of virginity
Virginity, as they say is a thing of pride. It is the state of being a virgin, that is someone who has never engaged in sexual intercourse either with the same sex or opposite.
During ASUU strike, I discovered that some ladies don't understand the term "virgin or virginity", talk more of men.
I've read articles of medical experts on the issue of virginity and the misconception of some people. I've heard stories of lovers, accusing their partners of infidelity because they didn't bleed during sex. They believe all true virgins must bleed the first time of intercourse. Some, go as far as injuring their partner, unknowingly, during intercourse because they want to see them bleed, as first timers. One thing they do not understand is, not all ladies bleed.
A woman born without hymen, is not capable of bleeding during her sexual debut. The hymen can actually be torn or broken without having sexual intercourse. It is highly possible that physically demanding activities such as sports, riding a bike, putting something in vagina like tampon or finger, can stretch the hymen, before having sex.
The hymen is a thin, fleshly tissue that's located at the opening of the vagina. Many people think the hymen totally covers the opening of the vagina until it's stretched open, but that's not usually the case.
It's sad to hear that some ladies think once you have a hole in your vagina, you're no more a virgin,which makes them feel sad, evven without engaging in sex.
Most of the time, hymen naturally have a hole big enough for period blood to come out and in some cases, use tampons, comfortably. While some are born with little hymenal tissue, and in rare cases, people have hymen that covers the entire vaginal opening - they may need to see a doctor for a minor procedure to remove the extra tissue. Once the hymen is stretched, it can't grow back.
The society, gives huge regards to the issue of virginity. Some mothers do take their daughters to the hospital, weekly, to check their virginity status. Fine, mothers are just trying to protect their daughters from making wrong decisions and from becoming promiscuous. Like I said earlier, some ladies believe that they are no longer virgins because they have a hole, down there. All, because of Ignorance.
Three months ago, a teenager shared her experience with me and from what she said, I realized sex education is Paramount. This lady said:
"Sister Blessing, you won't believe what I did when I was between 12 to 14 years. I didn't understand the stuff about virginity. All I knew was when you have sex, something will break and you'll bleed, then there'll be hole. I started menstruating when I was 14 years and I assumed I pass out urine from an invisible hole. One day, I decided to look at my vagina, just curiosity. I sat in front of the mirror, checking for hole with my finger. I got worried and super scared when I saw the opening, I thought I was no longer a virgin. But,how? I couldn't take my mind off the feeling that I have a hole and I'm no longer a virgin. I couldn't talk to my mum about it. In secret, I'll steal my mum's phone and search for ways to close the hole. I was ignorant. Then, I saw some stuffs on what to do to tighten the vagina. I tried them, not knowing whether it's harmful or not. I did a lot of things trying to close something that was never opened".
I read her message over and over, trying to digest what I just read. Like, she almostd harmed herself, that's if no damage was done, in the first place, while trying to tighten what wasn't loose. She called and told me of things she put in her vagina every night, I was shocked.
I had to explain to her some things about the vagina and how to care for her body. There are some ladies, who do not know anything about Virginity.
Hear this, it's normal to have an opening in your private part where you can easily pass out urine and menstruate. Some are born with hymen that are naturally open. You can't tell if someone has had sex by the way their hymen looks or feel.
Conclusively, the definition of virginity is complicated, it's up to you to decide what you believe. But, before you engage in any sexual activity, ask yourself: Are you ready for this? Are you happy with this sexual experience you've had or decided not to have?
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Hey guys, thanks for always reading my works and the encouraging comments.
I've been unable to write anything for two days, cause of my eyes. My reading glasses isn't working, I guess it expired.😅
So, I'm trying to minimize the time I use on phone, to avoid injuring my eyes. Pending the time I'll get a new glasses.
Thank for all you do.
My parents ruined my self esteem
One event I won't forget as a child was the constant nagging of my parents when I present to them my end of term report.
I'm Mirabel, a twenty years old Engineering undergraduate.
As far as I Remember, when I was between the age of six and ten years, I had a taste of life. I couldn't speak up cause of my low self esteem.
I didn't take it as anything serious the first time it happened, I shoved it off. But with time, the words sink into me, eating me deep. I understood the meaning of the word, with time. When I finally got the meaning, I was broken.
It was like I wasn't working enough, for a child. I wasn't a genius, but I was good.
At the end of each term, I always come first, always leading the class. I think I was in the second position, once.
But, when my parents and elder siblings sees my result, they'll say I should work harder next time. I thought I was doing well,too. I was actually doing well.
After that, my happiness is always short-lived. If I play too much, next thing I'll hear is, "What's making you happy? Is it because you came first again?"
Then they'll add the next sentence that breaks me, completely, "in the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is King".
Initially, I didn't know the meaning but when I did, I felt like I should disappear.
They meant, my other classmates are dumb and brainless, while I'm just struggling to lead the class. Which means we're all birds of a feather.
My scores were okay, till now, I don't know why they love saying that word. When they say it, my body will calm down immediately and I'll sit in a corner, brooding.
That, ruined my confidence. I couldn't speak up to defend myself among my peers, always quiet. I couldn't confide in anyone, even when I was molested, I couldn't voice out.
I was dead, inwardly. As a child, I was exposed to lots of dangerous things because i couldn't tell anyone about it.
Fast forward to high school, a new environment, a new school. My grades collapsed like a storey building. I was totally ruined, I repeated a class twice and I became mates with my younger ones. It was a hard time, coping with my juniors in same class.
I would not speak in class, and my failure was busy making noise. I was always the last, or second to last, at the end of each term. Tears, became my best friend.
I totally became a "Zero". I found it difficult to read school books, but, I derived pleasure in reading novels bigger than my class textbooks. At a point I was determined to drop out of school.
I was lost, and became a topic for discussion, every morning. Reminding me of my failures, and downfall during the family prayer. My younger sister's continuous success was rubbed in my face.
My younger sister, was one of the best student in her class. For her hard work, she received numerous gifts from my parents. My father bought her her first phone, while I didn't have any. I was given gifts to fulfill all righteousness, not because I was worth it, According to them.
They did a lot of things for my sister,while I just hope and hope. She became rude, cause I was a failure.
Every morning, during devotion was always a time to cry. I sit in a corner, while I'm being reminded of my failure. If I didn't come for devotion, I'll be tagged as a lazy, sleepy failure. So, I was forced to come for devotion and listen to my failures.
I somehow struggled through high school. It took a lot of determination to revive myself and countless help from one of my teachers in school. Ben Carson's book "Gifted hands" helped me too.
I'm not yet the best, but I'm an undergraduate student in one of the most difficult school to gain admission. An Engineering student for that matter.
I think my heart is made of gold, because I don't know why I don't hold grudges against my parents for how I was treated. I could have died,then. I attempted suicide twice due to frustration.
Now, they are nice to me, maybe they finally realized their mistakes. I'm not angry with them, again. I love my peace.
And I'm still struggling with my self esteem.
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Trials of Dylan
"Quitting Isn't for winners,Dylan. I'm sure they'll look into the matter, you won't go to prison. Don't give up now" Lan said.
"Trying to cheer me won't work today, Lan. I just got kicked out of my only job, not only fired but also on my way to the court room,anytime from now".
"You know what, lan? I'm going to get wasted tonight in case the chance to get laid doesn't happen,again. So, don't interrupt my merriments. I'm off to the strippers, today might be my lucky day with Tess".
" Okay, as you wish. But remember, you ain't a fraud or looser".
"Whatever".
Ahem, actually Lan is my, uhm,what you call inner thoughts. He is my imaginary friend, therapist, mood lifter, partner and brother. I found him cold and helpless at the deepest part of my mind, after series of my suicide attempt. I was curious, so I said "Hello" and we became friends.
People think I've lost my mind, whenever I'm having a heart to heart talk with Lan. I think everyone is blind not to see such a handsome fellow. I guess, he is visible only to me. Well, I enjoy his company.
I'm 27, single, jobless and helpless. Life hasn't been very fair to me right from birth. I grew up in a foster home, never knew my mother. She died shortly after giving birth to me and my father couldn't bear to live without her. He tried his best to stay alive but he died a month after. Leaving me with few bucks in the bank.
My foster parents were nice to me. They were the nicest thing to happen to me, they treated me like their own child. Weekly, they'll take me out for Ice creams, get me different toys and picture books. They satisfied me in their own way, and I was grateful.
My parents death wasn't destined, I guessed. Maybe I was just the unfortunate one. When I was eight years old, my foster parents and I had a road accident, on our way for a family vacation. Our car tumbled into the ditch and my foster parents lost their lives immediately before the arrival of the ambulance. I was in Coma for three weeks before I regained consciousness.
I was in the hospital for over two months, recuperating. A kind couple were willing to adopt me as soon as I leave the hospital. They were cute together, and meek. They furnished my room to my taste, as if they knew about my favourites.
I was enrolled in one of the best school in town. They were not really rich, but I wasn't suffering. Bad luck decided to interrupt the happy moments again, when our house caught fire during the night.
I was out of town for a school trip for a project. My foster parents died a horrible death that night. I didn't even get the chance to say thanks to them. They were burnt beyond recognition. I was eighteen then, able to fend for myself.
Since then, I've been struggling on my own. I've been kicked out of five jobs, without a tangible excuse. At a point, I wished I had died with my mother, instead of being tested in a harsh manner by life.
Again, I've been accused of fraud and blackmail at my recent place of work. A crime I know nothing of, I was accused of transferring millions of dollars into my account, and also threatened to release the manager's illicit affairs to the internet.
I was innocent, of course, but no one believed. I've been dismissed and it's only a matter a time before I am arrested.
Well, I was surely arrested and sentenced to fifteen years imprisonment for a crime I didn't commit. Though, all evidence proved me guilty. How the money got into my account, I know not!
This, is my fifth year in prison with criminals. Lan, still visits me and tries one of his motivational speech to cheer me up. But, I'm tired of living and I've made up my mind to end things and my suffering.
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She thought I was a monster...
I sat on the cold floor, brooding my mother's untimely death. Amidst tears,I stood and headed for the bathroom to clean my face, when everything turned black.
It was my mother, beautiful as always, pulling me in for a hug. She looked so peaceful, at that moment I wanted nothing more than to be with her. There was an empty seat beside her, I was about to sit when she strictly reprimanded me, pushed me far away from her.
I woke up to the screams and attempt of well wishers, trying to revive me. I stared at everyone in a strange way, trying to figure out where I am, when it hit me that my mother is truly dead and we are mourning her.
I must have passed out, I thought. I was helped to the couch where they continued to fan me and sprinkle water on my face, while I continued crying.
Before my mother's death, she suffered unimaginable pains. Few weeks after her strange sickness, she started vomiting blood along with a brownish, foul smell. It was a real torment for her, she'll tumble over, like one possessed, roll on the floor, hit her head countless times on the wall, before vomiting the liquids.
A fateful afternoon, I watched her scream in agony, begging for death. My father and I could see, vividly the object moving all over her body. It was like a ball of fire, roaming her body, giving her sleepless nights and hurtful days. It was glowing in her body and we could see. I was shocked to my bones. After a while, the object settled in her tummy and remained calm like a sleeping infant.
This event brought memories of my birth. When I was seven years, my mother told me of her ordeal during my pregnancy. She said, she wanted to abort me, cause of the troubles I gave her. I was always giggling and laughing in the womb. It was like I was having a conversation with unseen people. My mother wasn't happy, obviously. Her pregnancy was a thing of disgrace to her, I could start talking anywhere not minding the environment. Countless times, people told my mum to get rid of me.
Well, she tried. But I would not be aborted. When I was born, the real trouble began. As an infant, whenever I am hungry or needs attention, I'll make things happen. Simple things like breaking valuable materials at home. My mother always think it was an accident, because she'll always meet me in bed, weeping.
At times, I'll set things on fire with my breathe. My mother became extremely worried and made consultations. She was told I was possessed and to get rid of me, with immediate effect. She totally believed.
When I was four, I stopped exhibiting strange behaviours and lived a normal life, as other human. My mother became strangely Ill after my tenth birthday.
All manner of treatment failed her. She was in agony. Her body was on fire. The ball of fire in her kept multiplying each day and her stomach protuded like she was pregnant.
I would never forget the sight of her body on the day she died. It was a terrible experience. She could pass for a skeleton, due to her inability to eat or drink water. Her legs miraculously became huge, overnight, she screamed and screamed, but the pain wouldn't go. She somehow got hold of a blade and used it to make various patterns on her legs. The bed was filled with terrible odour, still her legs continued to swell.
Until a day, when we heard a blast from her room. It sounded like an explosion. We were all rooted to a spot when we saw her. Her swollen legs exploded like a time bomb. It was an ugly scene. She pleaded for death over and over, but she didn't die.
Her stomach couldn't accommodate another ball of fire, so she birthed them. She clawed at her stomach, deeply like an enraged digger. She clawed till her stomach gave way, and shockingly, only her internal organs came out.
The ball of fire, always roaming her body was nowhere to be found, it mysteriously disappeared. I couldn't bear to see my mother in pain. I ran to my room, locked the door and cried, begging God to please take my mother before she suffers any more pain.
I guessed God finally answered my prayers when I saw my mother decomposing right in front of me. She was reduced to only dust. Her screams filled the whole house and my ears as she gave up. Her struggles, and high pitched screams sent chills done my spine. My world literally crumbled when she died. My father couldn't watch her, he was took heartbroken to see his beloved lover, suffer.
For three days and nights, sleep eluded me. I was just in tears, mourning my mother. When her remains was lowered into the grave, I jumped into her grave and cried. It took four grown men to pull me out. I couldn't bear to see my mother alone, in there.
Well, my mother was just unlucky to birth me. She thought I was a monster, she wasn't wrong. I was the one who put her in endless pain and agony. Watching her suffer was like balm to my sore wound. I couldn't help but smile each time, she is attacked. I am truly the monster sent from the deepest part of hell, to wreck havoc and create chaos.
Nothing gives me satisfaction than watching people struggle for breath. Terror is my first name, I breathe terror and rejoice in terror.
My mother, I made her paralyzed, filled fire in her body to roast her up, bloated her legs and made them explode,made her organs leave their place. Her blood was yummy, it was the sweetest, ever.
My name is Levil, and I'm four thousand years old. I love watching people in pain, for pleasure.
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Love me tender.
I was on the brink of Taking the final leap. Do I need to suffer the same fate as my mother? NO. I won't subject myself to any inhuman treatment. Before George finally finds a way to ruin me, I'll make things easier for him.
All I requested was a drop of love, nothing more. But, I got an Ocean of hatred and abuse. This is my third marriage in five years and I am just 30 years old.
My mother died as a result of heart attack few years back when my father won't stop using his fists on her. Countless times, he'll knock her over the wall till she passes out and sends her to the hospital. She died when they were having an argument over the broken TV set. In the course of the argument, my mother suffered an attack and died in the process.
I married my first husband at 25. I thought he was the one for me but, at every given opportunity, he turns me into a training bag. I endured for two years after loosing three pregnancies.
At 27 I met Liam at a party organized by my company. He was a sweet, cute bubbling dish of happiness. He has a cool personality, you'll think he won't harm a fly. His problem was jealousy, he accused me of infidelity and waywardness. He punched me in the face once and I ended up loosing two of my side teeth. The court dissolved our marriage and I was free.
I was totally determined not to get married again,after my last ordeal. But, a year after I met George. I told him my experiences with my previous marriage. He felt pity for me and I saw him shed a tear for me. I was moved, this type of a man won't harm a woman. He decided not to venture into any relationship with me. We became friends and was the nicest man I ever met.
Two years after our friendship, he popped the big question. I wasn't expecting it, we were just friends but I couldn't reject his offer. He was a nice man but a terrible demon. We got married and hell was loosed upon me.
Without reason, he'll rain showers of slaps and beatings on me. Anytime he's moody, he'll use his fists on me, to relieve tension. As if that wasn't enough, he'll rape me till I go into a coma.
There was a night he came home drunk, he broke the wine bottle on my head. With the blood gushing out of my head, he flipped me on the bed, raped me like a whore, and inserted a flower vase in between my legs. I screaming in pain and passed out.
I woke up the next day, feeling very weak and sore. There was blood all over the floor - my blood. I sobbed softly, struggled to drag myself to the bathroom and had a warm shower before cleaning the house. I later sat on a bowl of warm water to heal my wounds. I couldn't take it anymore, I wanted to meet my mother, and get lost in her warm embrace.
I won't let George get the satisfaction of killing me, himself. I went into the kitchen, ordered a sumptuous meal of Fried rice, salad and turkey along with a chilled Yoghurt. I took my order and added a pinch of the rat poison. I took my last meal and heaved a deep sigh of relief, waiting for my potion to work wonders.
Few minutes after, I could feel the work of my hands, manifesting. I closed my eyes tightly,and stopped struggling. While the painful smile on my face remained stagnant, forever.
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Dance of death.
"Ahh, Stop please, stop! Don't hurt my baby, please, No, no, please, not my baby", I screamed and woke up in tears, sweating like one running a race.
It was a dream, but I could still hear my baby screaming in pain. I couldn't help, all I could do was cry and plead for God's mercies. My baby is still in his seventh month, developing in my womb. His screams from my womb, creeps me. Who will I explain my plight to, that will understand? How can I tell my family that my unborn baby screams in pains, every night since the death of his father.
Life has become terrible since the death of Alfred, my beloved. His death, was termed to be a spiritual attack. Maami visited some prophets before his death, concerning his sickness, they all said it was a spiritual attack from his family. We prayed and fasted, still he died a horrible death.
It all started with a scratch after he came home from work. "Mine", he said with a flirting grin, will you please have a look at my willy? It stings a bit. I flashed my brightest smile and replied with a No. "Do you seriously want to put a twin in my womb, after this one"? I said amidst laughter. Still, I walked up to him and placed warm kisses on his forehead, lips, chest and gave willy a long, warm lick. I looked up at him and found him smiling sheepishly. You silly brat, ha ha, I laughed.
"Honestly babe, my willy hurts. Please check it out".
Fine, if that's what you want. I rubbed my hands round willy while squeezing it a bit. "Ouch, mine, he groaned he pain, that's it. The part that hurt".
Are you for real? I enquired.
Yes, babe.
Okay. I moved closer and saw that it was bit reddish. Hmm, mine, we'll go to the hospital tomorrow morning, I concluded.
"Alright mummy. But, we can still make the couch squeak, bodies wet and tired with a little exercise". He said and giggled like a child.
I know you're always ready for that. I trust you
That day, we made love like newlyweds hungry for sex. Like his whole life depended on it, he put me in several positions while we defiled every corner of the house. With his tongue, he made me speak in tongues unknown. It was an unforgettable afternoon for us.
Little did I know that it'll be the last. We went to the hospital the next day, test results showed nothing was wrong but my husband was in great pain. They gave him some pain relieve drugs, but it didn't help matters. He'll scratch his Willy till it bleeds. We went to hospital again, nothing was detected. I informed Maami, she in turn promised to pray for us. She prayed for us and it was revealed to her hat it was an attack. She went to her prophets to pray, she was told same thing.
It was hardly a week after my husband's illness, when he Suddenly screamed from his sleep and became silent, forever.
I was devastated. I nearly ran mad, none of his family members showed up even after his death. I was heartbroken and worried for my unborn baby.
Two months after the death of my husband, my baby started having attacks. He'll scream and scream till he gets tired. Maami tried to help,but the help was something I couldn't accept. It was the dance of death.
Maami consulted fetish priests this time around. The only solution to my problem is for a member to sacrifice himself or herself for my unborn baby and I.
Maami willingly offered herself, I pleaded with her not to do so. But, she went ahead and slept at the priest's shrine for seven days, as instructed. If Maami was pure inwardly, on the seventh day, she'll be required to dance all night to the invisible drums of doom. The seventh day came, the drums of doom produced terrible, scary, ugly sounds, irritating to the ears.
Maami danced and danced to the horrible sounds while I wept endlessly as I watched Maami struggling to dance in pain. After rigorous 28 hours of dancing, Maami collapsed and a foul smelling liquid seeped out of her body. The priest quickly collected the liquid before it Finally disappeared. I was made to drink the liquid.
I ran to Maami, but she was no more. Only me, I lost my husband and Maami. At that moment, I was ready to die.
But, No. Death is not mine. I can finally live my life in peace. Yes. What more do I need? I killed "Mine" and "Maami". And made my husband's family run. My fake baby's screams were lies. I was never pregnant. It was all planned. Nothing gives me peace than seeing people languish in pain. Well, Maami was just unfortunate this time around to die. And yeah, the priest was fake, if he wasn't, he would have revealed my secret. The Peace that filled my heart, while watching Maami scream and wail was like icing on my cake.
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Death of PD
PD, is my favourite character from this series "Mehek" on Zee world. Mehek is a romance series and I enjoy watching it a lot cause of the beautiful twist and the plot.
I don't love Watching series,but Mehek captured my heart. I can't do without watching it in a day. Recently, the Khanna's and Sharma's family have been facing a huge problem of terrorism. Unknown to Mehek and her family, her husband, Shaurya khanna, was kidnapped by terrorist and an imposter became Shaurya khanna, with the aid of a mask.
The Khanna's family is just unfortunate to fall into the hands of terrorist. Their main aim was the home minister. They tried to bomb the location for the independence ceremonies,but thanks to Mehek, no one died.
First, they kidnapped Shaurya khanna, next they kidnapped innocent Neeve. Neeve, discovered that the supposed Shaurya khanna was an imposter and terrorist. To keep their secret, the slit Neeeve's throat, thereby making him dumb. Still, he tried to warn Mehek of the danger but he was taken away. The imposter said he'll take Neeve to Singapore for treatment. They sent the imposter with Neeve to Singapore, but they didn't go there. They took Neeve to where the real Shaurya khanna was kept. They decorated the place to look like an expensive hospital to fool others. Mehek did a video call to see Neeve, she didn't realize that they were not in Singapore but, still around her.
Back to PD, she was the oldest member of the Sharma's family. Mehek's grandmother. She had a little problem with her health,so Mehek came to take her to the doctor. It was around the temple, after seeing the doctor, they decided to pray at the temple.
While praying, PD told Mehek to get the holy thread so they can tie to the tree. After Mehek left, PD saw Shaurya and she was wondering when Shaurya came back from Singapore without informing Mehek. She kept watching and saw Shaurya removing the mask. She was shocked to see the face behind the mask. She realized that someone was pretending to be Shaurya, she saw Armaan's face, the imposter. He saw her too, but PD ran. The imposter told his gangs to chase after her and bring her, PD couldn't run fast, she was caught.
The Imposter brutally murdered PD near the temple. I was devastated. I couldn't believe what I just saw, PD died. I didn't even realize when I started crying. Mehek cried a lot, she was PD's favourite. The pain I felt in my heart was unbearable. You'll think I'm related to her or that it was real. The way I was crying, you won't believe it's just a movie.
Everyone loved PD, she was a jovial, and selfless grandma. Even Shaurya khanna, wept when he was told of PD's death by the imposter. He remembered how he told PD that he'll marry her. PD was beautiful. When the other members of the family heard of her death, they were beyond shocked. I pitied Mehek, the most. It would have been better if PD died a peaceful death, not murdered.
For the first time, I really felt the pains of people affected by terrorist. Husbands, wives, families, children killed by terrorist. Terrorism is bad. It only brings pain and countless heartbreaks. To all who have lost a loved one to death, I sympathize with you.
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Enslaved in Freedom
Oh, my poor girl! It's so unfortunate to be without parents at such a tender age. Don't worry, dear one, I'll take care of you. Your parents were particularly kind to me and my husband when we were in trouble, few years back. He paid off our debts, while your mother fed us cakes and bread. Such nice parents you've got, my dear. Uhm, I'm sure you don't really know me, do you?
Staring in awe at the repulsive middle aged woman standing in my living room, along with her ridiculous husband, I couldn't help but wonder how my parents became friends with this ugly, stinking pair. Well, not my problem, my parents are gone now. So, they'll let me be, I thought. I wasn't paying attention to all their rants and fake tears, until I heard something about "taking care of me". I can't imagine living with this disgusting pair in this house. To avoid unnecessary comfort hug, I flashed a big, fake smile and replied, yes, Aunty Murk and Uncle Merk, I know you, vividly. You've been here a couple of times, playing chess with my parents.
Oh, oh, what a memory you have, sweet child, that's wonderful. I'm sure you are leading your class with such a memory like that, she said in her high pitched voice while laughing and caressing my face with her scrawny palms. Ewww, it felt like lizard limbs.
Do not worry, Uncle Merk said. You won't be alone, we've decided to take you in our custody and we have the courts order for that. If you stay alone, your health will suffer. You'll come and live with us, down the street. At that moment, my face literally screamed "What the fuck". I turned my face to look at aunty Murk, she flashed a terrible grin, fit enough to make a toddler cry. She kept making silly gestures with her hair and horrible red lips. Who the hell, gave her red lipsticks?
Ahem, I cleared my throat and smiled. Thanks Uncle and Aunty, but I believe I can survive on my own. I'm 16, I can do things by myself and I don't need anyone to babysit me. Your house Is just down the street, you can come and check on me anytime you wish. Save yourself the trouble of catering for me.
We have orders, child. You do not have any other choice, concluded Aunty Murk.
Next thing, I screamed in a loud voice and said " I do not want to live with you filthy folks, You're only after my parents property, I won't let you get..."
Total darkness enveloped me, I couldn't feel my body, I couldn't complete my statement. Aunty Murk struck me with her solid shoes, it hit me right in the face and I blacked out.
I woke up hours later, in the attic. Chained to the walls, with my mouth shut with tape. I couldn't move nor scream. I was locked in for days, without food and water. I was dying, it's either I agree to stay, allow them to steal my parents properties, or die. I didn't want to die, at least not this way....I badly wanted my parents and started crying. Wishing, it was all a bad dream. If I die here in the attic, no one will know, no family members. It has always been my parents and I. Until Merk and Murk stepped in, as friends.
Five years later, I became a baby making machine. My place was and is still the attic with three bedsheets as bed. Murk and Merk, sold my parents properties and squandered the money. I became their slave, worked myself to death, to earn a meal. I was beaten with whips, laced with blades. The wounds on my body never healed. First two years, was hell on Earth. Without reason, they'll dip my legs in hot water and watch me scream in pains, till I pass out, while they laugh hysterically like possessed witch. Tormenting me, is their only form of entertainment.
When all my money was spent on alcohol and travels, they decided to use me. They brought old, dirty bastards to have sex with me right in the attic for a fee. They in turn, will use me as they like, for I am their slave. They'll put things like bottles, bigger than bottles, at times and drive it deep into me until they're satisfied. Some will use needles on my body, for their pleasure, dip things into my Anus, while I wail. One time, a man used scissors on me. He was brutal, he clipped one of my nipples and sucked at it. Uncle and Aunty, cared less.
The day they were almost exposed was when I fainted thrice. I was rushed to the hospital. They lied that I was kidnapped and dropped on their property. My face was damaged, no one could recognize me. I was too weak to say a word, only my tears fell.
They took me back home, since no one claimed me as their family. As if that was not enough, I returned home to my worst nightmare. The men were sitting at home, waiting for me to come home. Immediately I stepped from the car, I was bundled away by five men, they were not patient enough to take me in. They had sex with me, right in the yard, all at once. It was at that moment I regret not choosing death. I became with child, but that didn't stop the men from coming. They had sex with me, till I gave birth. My baby was taken and sold.
I gave birth to triplet once, it was good business for Merk and Murk, they sold them at a huge price. I never fed my babies, talk less of holding them. In five years, at the age of 21 I've given birth to 9 children. Children I never fed.
I don't know what the future has in store for me. But, I'm sure it's more of torment and unbearable pains. For, I am a slave, in a free country.
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My home Is a prison
Bella Is my name and I'm 20 years. I live with my parents, I have three siblings. And this, is my story:
"Dad, my sister Ann is sick. She is in the hospital, can I go and spend some days with her? Just to help her with some chores pending the time she'll recuperate.
You are going nowhere. But, dad she's not....I SAID YOU ARE GOING NOWHERE. I HAVE SPOKEN, he replied with a thunderous voice before I could finish my statement. In fear, I ran to the safest corner of my room and cried till I couldn't.
I only wanted to help my sick sister, but he won't let me go anywhere near her, even when she wasn't sick. This is the first child of the family and I don't know why my dad despises her so much. He once said, Ann is not my child, I have disowned her. The reason for this huge hatred, is unknown,even to my helpless mother.
We all know my father for one thing, and that's his refusal to every permission. We cannot do anything without his permission. I remember vividly in high school, I went for an impromptu competition. I called my Father and informed him about my movement, we were actually going to another town for the competition. My school received the information late and we had to travel to the town that same day. My father refused, blatantly. My teachers begged, my mum pleaded with him but he was adamant. They explained to him that it was impromptu.
He somehow agreed to let me go. Deep in my heart, I knew this wasn't going well. I came back the following night, I greeted him,he refused to acknowledge my presence. In short, he later scolded me that next time I disobey his orders, he won't listen to anything that concerns me. I was scared, I don't want to be disowned by him and make my mother carry extra burden.
Since then, I had to obey his instructions, because he once threatened to disown me when I disobeyed him again.
Whenever I asked for permission, and he refused to grant my request, I'll go the safest corner of my room, weep, write a sad poem and sleep. I asked for permission to learn a work, after sitting home for more than four months, he refused and I wrote this poem below, in pain....
A young adult,
Voiceless with a voice,
Do I have the chance to speak up?
Absolutely, Yes!
I say as I’m instructed,
To speak up,
I need to ask for permission,
On what to say and how to say.
A voice to call mine is devoid,
When will I get a voice of mine?
When will I be lucky to express myself?
When will I be free to voice out my pains?
When? When?
When will the time to get a voice of mine, come?
My father won't let us visit any relatives. Though, my siblings sometimes disobeys him and go out with their friends. But, I don't have the courage to do so. I became so used to the four corners of my room. Now, going out irritates me, I actually feel scared to go out. There are days I'll be indoor without stepping outside the gate, apart from going to church.
There's going to be a program for youths in my church in the town my sister, Ann stays. I was happy I'll get to see my sister again after a long time. I started informing my father of my intentions to attend the program, he didn't give me any response. I called my sister,too and informed her. I am supposed to go tomorrow morning. Only for my father to tell me yesterday, I'm not going anyway. Ah, I was broken. This is a church program for God's sake, not a party. As usual, in his fearful voice that sends chills down my spine,he said "I have spoken". Without a reason, he said I can't go to church.
I went to bed, angry and sad in tears. I was so frustrated last night. I cried and cried, this frustration is too much. I feel choked, alone and unloved. My home is not a home. It's actually a prison for me. If I dress up and my father sees me, he'll ask where I'm going. I can't even dress well at home, without being questioned. I don't have friends, I'm lonely.
Now, I have made up my mind to run away from home tomorrow morning. I'll steal some money from home and run, I will never come back. I don't care if I die!
***
Hmm, life can be funny. This story is just fiction. But, can there be any home like this? That feels like prison? Or hell?
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Leftovers of my heart
Yeah, I'm back into the business of discussing relationships. Today's focus is on heartbreak. Personally, I feel if you must end things with your partner, you should do it in a reasonable and understandable way. Instead of dumping your partner like a bundle of trash, sit with them and reason together. Let them know why you need to end things.
I strongly believe that when you and your partner sits and discuss about your break up, it'll leave less pain and scar on you. I know it's not easy to just talk about breaking up. In some cases, to avoid broken homes in future, people end things with their lover. Which I think it's right to do.
I saw a story on the internet today, it's about a lady who is heartbroken. She said her boyfriend travelled abroad without her knowing about it. It was when she called he just told her that he's no more in the country and that she should move on. The lady said she was devastated, she couldn't believe what she just heard. She said she's feeling hot, cold and hungry at the same time. She said she is not okay. I felt for her a lot. I was like what will it cost the boyfriend to tell her he's leaving the country. He plans to enjoy his life in another country while he leaves behind a broken heart, in pains, which might never heal.
Another one I saw was about a lady that gave a huge amount of money to her fiance to support his work. He was working on a contract and he needed money to finance it. This innocent lady helped, but unknown to her, he was looking for money to wed another lady in another state. After giving her lover the money, he travelled for business, according to her. She started calling his numbers when she didn't hear from him. Contacted his friends, they didn't know about his whereabouts. It was later, she saw pictures of her supposed lover on the Internet with another lady, during the traditional ceremony. Broken, is an understatement. Let me say she's ruined, already. I'm sure she won't know where to start from, she must feel so helpless and hopeless now.
Ladies and Gentlemen, instead of breaking up with your partner in a terrible way that will leave them devasted, let them know why you want to end things with them. Let them see reasons why you don't think things can work well again. Heartbreak isn't a good thing. The heart is not to be toyed with. Here is a poem I wrote on heartbreak:
LEFTOVERS OF MY HEART.
When you left, you took a chunk of me,
Not minding the havoc you’ve wrecked,
You disappeared into the night,
Like you invaded my heart.
Stealthily as an elf,
You arrived and displayed how to fall,
My perspective about love was changed,
To realms unimaginable you drove me.
Your magic of endearment,
Charming and calm sweet words,
Sent me into an uncontrollable frenzy,
I wished for nothing more than to exchange vows and blood,
Again, you showed me the ways of the world,
When finally you renounced me without a bye,
Dumped without warnings,
While deep in the ocean of love.
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Grieving the undead
The realization of leaving early,
Yielded horripilation like hail,
Smiling and laughing hard bitterly,
I succumbed to the cool hands of ale.
Just a little time,
And with my beloved I’ll be joined,
Even in my prime,
To that beautiful abode I’m invited.
What do I do?
While I grieve, I’ll cleave to my maker,
I’ll weave my pains into smiles,
Roll my sleeves and heave a sigh.
Without doubt, life is full of ups and downs, it's just our sole duty to make sure life's circumstances doesn't weigh us down. Instead of brooding over the past and lamenting on our travails, we should face our fears and boldly raise our heads high up, to show the world we are strong.
Grieving the undead isn't a nice thing. Just imagine how terrible it will be to grieve someone's that's dead. It can either be you're grieving a friend that's still alive, parents, siblings, a loved one or even yourself.
It's not a good experience. It's a feeling that develops from the heart. A feeling of hatred towards yourself, a loved one, parents and the whole world at large. It's a sign of depressing.
When you start grieving yourself cause of a failed work, crushed ambitions, broken family or marriage, depression sets in. It's like widely opening the doors of your heart and soul to welcoming me and accommodate depression and oppression.
The result? It's horrible. Depressed human tend to commit suicide or harm themselves. They'll be like, "what's the essence of living when I'm useless?" They start welcoming bad ideas, like harming themselves or another person.
Not only that, Depression only doesn't mean grieving the undead. It can be a situation whereby a loved one is on the dying bed, like a cancer patient. A cancer patient, with a limited time can be grieved. Loved ones who can't control their feelings anymore, can grieve their dying family.
Grieving the undead is a deep feeling of unspeakable, inexpressible, pains and sorrow.It’s painful, complicated, overwhelming and handled so differently by each individual.
Grieving the undead can be a situation of A close friend suffering dramatic effects from a brain injury, or your child fighting addiction, there is an emotional process behind the feelings of loss for the person you know and love, and the person they have become, because of their disease or disorder.
It is also known as anticipatory grief, which is the normal mourning that happens when a patient and his/her family is expecting death.
It is important for those Grieving the undead to seek help and comfort from others, to avoid sudden breakdown or sickness.
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Egg custard
Hello everyone, it's your chef-in-making😅 again. I'm here with another cool recipe you can make without breaking banks just in 45 minutes.
This recipe was passed down to me from my mum. Well, she was a Home Economics student back in College. So, I learned a lot of recipe from her, even the act of baking cakes before I finally enrolled at a cake studio as an apprentice.
What I particularly love about This recipe is the fact that it's mouth watering. Merely looking at it, can make you drool. I'm serious. The procedure is just 10 minutes and you're ready to steam. Everyone can eat this little desert, but if you are allergic to eggs, I'm not sure it's for you, so it won't put you in seven different positions.😁
Yeah, let's get down to business. This simple recipe is what I call Egg custard. As I said earlier, you don't need to rob banks before you can prepare it. The ingredients that gave me the result you can see below is:
1 Medium sized egg
1 sachet of Dano Milk
2 teaspoons of sugar
Vegetable oil.
You see, simple thing. All this won't even coat you #200.
We have things to use, the next thing to do is Break your egg in a clean bowl and whisk well for two minutes. In place of Dano milk, you can use any other milk you can get. And the quantity depends on your own taste.
After whisking your egg, add your milk and sugar, then mix well again. Mix for like 5 minutes and we are good to go.
The method we'll use is steaming method. Place a pot of water on fire and get a clean container like Captain Cook's ice cream little bowl. Just make sure it's a plastic container.
Add some oil to you plastic container and rub well, all over. The importance of this oil is for our egg custard to come out clean after it's ready. Without the oil and a plastic container, your egg custard will break into different pieces. And, I'm sure you don't want that to happen. So, oil your plastic container well, not too much.
Pour your egg, sugar and milk mixture into the container. Remember, we have pot of water on fire, don't wait for the water to boil.....it's not necessary. Now, place your container filled with Our mixture in the pot. Cover the pot and let it cook.
To know your desert is ready, you'll see that it's no more liquid. It's just like cooking your normal egg. The cooking can take up to 30 to 45 minutes depending on the level of your fire.
When it's ready, it will be solid and at the same time soft. Just like cheese, exactly. Oh my, my, I so much love this recipe.
Let it cool and turn your egg custard into a plate, simple! There you are with your freshly steamed egg custard, without breaking the bank.
You can try it out, and I'll love to hear from you guys back. I want to see the result of your practical- if you decide to try it out. You'll love it.
Now, your egg custard is ready.
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Childhood Dreams
Little did I know, that life isn't a bed of roses. As a child, I always wanted beautiful, beautiful things. I thought without working hard, I'll get whatever I desire. My father do travel every weekend then, and whenever he calls I'll tell him repeatedly to buy Rug, toys and lots of things while coming. And when he didn't buy those things I wanted, I'll be angry but won't show it. Within me, I'm pissed at father for not buying anything for my brother and I.
I didn't know father didn't have enough then,to buy things for us. A family of six, living in a two bedroom apartment. I didn't understand the ways of the world,then. All I wanted was my own satisfaction.
When my father started building his own house, I remember telling my father that we must have a swimming pool, though I don't know how to swim. My father said okay, we will have swimming pool and I was glad. I'm sure my father will be like " where will a common family like ours get a swimming pool,can we even afford it? We didn't even have water in our house then, we used to fetch water from a house in our street then, before Finally digging a well.
Meanwhile, when we moved to our new house, it was far beyond my expectations. It was a two bedroom apartment,again. At least we have our privacy and won't have to pay house rent, again. It was not a big house and I was disappointed. My father could only afford to complete two bedroom flat, so that we can move in. Some years later, we completed the other flat and we've moved there.
As a child, my imaginations were damn wild. Though my father didn't have much, he enrolled my brother and I in a private school near our home. All I wanted then, was to take school bus like others,though our house is just five minutes walk to the school. I cared less. I just wanted to live a life of ease.
Fast forward to now, a young adult. I was thinking about all this some days ago and realized my parents sacrificed a lot for us just to be happy. But, I didn't realize that as a child. Especially during Christmas, they must get new clothes for us, four children. Even if they won't have a new cloth to wear for Christmas. Parents are the best.
My dreams started with imagining things that won't happen to me as a middle class child. All my childhood, I thought of living a luxurious life like other rich kids and I almost got astray. I started behaving like some spoilt brat I knew,I thought it's a cool way to behave. I wanted to do everything they were doing. When my mum noticed the drastic change in my attitude, you know African Mothers nah....she beat hell out of my body since I've refused to yield to corrections.😅
The beatings resets my whole system. As a child, I wanted a lot of things my parents couldn't afford and I'll start crying if they don't get it for me. My tears won't change anything Sha, they still won't buy it. Today, I asked myself a question I don't really have an answer to. Was I really selfish as a child? Or was I just a child, without knowledge of the world?
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Teachers are Heroes.
To be candid, teaching profession is a tedious one. It requires total commitment, determination and faithfulness. To be a teacher, you must be committed to your students. It's important to give them necessary and due attention. Teachers just don't leave their below average student alone to fail. Rather, they will commit themselves into shaping that student into a better one, both in studies and morally.
If teachers ain't determined to help their student's lives, they won't be committed. Students will low marks will continue to have low marks and the leading ones will continue to lead. Their determination to help their students like their children pushes them to remain committed.
When teachers only work to earn more money and get a respectable post, students will be affected. A teacher who doesn't care about the well being of his or her students isn't faithful to the profession. It's normal and okay to want to earn more money. But, when the priority of a teacher is more important than the value he or she is expected to impact into the students, such a teacher is not faithful. A teacher who isn't faithful won't be determined nor committed to his or her job.
Presently, I understand the fact that teaching work isn't a child's play. Last week, I started working in a private school and I can conveniently say that teaching job is damn stressful. Especial when you have some students who ain't rich, academically. I teach a primary class and four of my students can't read.
I had to stop their break period to teach them, personally. I started from scratch, with the alphabet then two letters word and three. We've been here since last week. Two of them have problems recognizing the letter "L, M, N". I was initially fed up,but I told myself that I must help them.
Honestly, it's been a rough journey, I can't see the improvement yet. But, I'm hoping the improvement will be soon. The break period which is supposed to be my rest period and their play time has turned to extra lesson time.
To all brave teachers out there, I respect you. I salute you courageous act and determination to make the world a beautiful place through your teachings. You guys are the real heroes, and without you, our society will be filled with illiterates and criminals. Thanks for the morals and values instilled in us. We really appreciate you all. To those disrespecting teachers in one way or another, do well to turn a new leaf. They are our real parents.
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Dyslexia ( Like stars on Earth)
Taare Zameen par (Like stars on Earth) is a popular indian movie by Aamir Khan. Personally, I've watched this movie more than four times, if I'm not mistaken. And each time, I gain more insight on the issue "Dyslexia", I cry too, when watching.
This movie is about a little boy of eight, Ishaan. He was sent away to a boarding school because of his frequent failures. He had problems with academics and according to his father, Ishaan is a mischievous, disobedient, rebellious boy who jokes with his education. He failed third grade twice and he bunked school once. After failing repeatedly and confusing one letter for another many times, the school told his parent that they can't handle him.
Right in the middle of the term, Ishaan was sent to a boarding school by his angry father. He cried and begged a lot, he even promised to change but his father was determined to change him in a harsh way, whereas all he needed was love and care. His mother tried to teach him at home, buy her efforts was futile.
Ishaan, couldn't distinguish letters, but he was an excellent painter. His failure to read and write didn't affect his brilliant talent. Meanwhile, his father made a huge mistake when he was sent to boarding school. He cried endlessly and received scoldings from teachers. He was still unable to read and write. He could not even make a tie, successfully.
Thanks to God for sending Ram, the new art teacher into his life. Without Ram's Intervention, Ishaan would have been ruined forever. He was already a depressed, sad child with little or no care and love. He was totally down, he could not even relate with others, he was dead inside, already.
Before he was sent to the boarding school, he used to have wild and awesome imaginations but the moment he came to boarding school, everything stopped. His dream, his future and life was killed without his father giving a damn. Ishaan even stopped painting. Imagine, he stopped doing his favourite thing. When Ram came to visit his parent, his father didn't believe his son's got a problem. He fully believed that Ishaan was just mischievous and lazy to read. His father was a bit harsh.
Dyslexia is a common learning difficulty that mainly causes problems with reading, writing and spelling.
It's a specific learning difficulty, which means it causes problems with certain abilities used for learning, such as reading and writing.
Unlike a learning disability, intelligence isn't affected.
Kids like Ishaan needs special care and total attention. They need to be taught a bit slower than others before the grab things well. Thanks to Ram, he helped Ishaan and made sure he brought smiles back to his face. He took extra time to teach him the Alphabet, and how to make words using the alphabet. He knew how to read and write perfectly after he was trained well by Ram. He started painting again,too and won the painting competition organized by the school. His painting was mind-blowing.
One thing that always makes me cry whenever I watch this movie is the plight of this innocent boy. I felt his pain, cause I was once in his shoes. I was affected by something related to this. He was just a boy, who needed care but was shoved into a boarding school when he should be near his parents. One of his paintings which shows how he is being separated from his family on each page, made me cry. Poor guy was already feeling neglected and alone. Who knows what would have become of him if Ram didn't show up in his school?
Maybe die from depression or might even attempt suicide. Who knows! He was already down to the last percentage. He couldn't talk nor confide in anyone. He was broken!
Well, my advice is if you are a teacher or a coach,and you notice any of your students lagging behind, do well to have a little time to teach him some things, so he won't be depressed like Ishaan.
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A flying dog?
Yesterday, I came back really late from work. Currently,I do three shifts. I started teaching at a nearby private school on Monday just as a summer teacher, and sometimes I go to the salon where I'm training to be a stylist and lastly, cake studio. Yes, I'm a baker and I'm undergoing my upgrading class. So,three jobs.
At my school, we close everyday by 1pm and my dog is always at the gate ready to welcome me. My plans were to go to the cake studio and help my boss with some bakings, then come back home before 4pm. Alas! I left the place around 5:22pm and arrived at home by some minutes to 6pm, hungry and tired. I didn't even bother to eat before leaving the house around 9am yesterday.
But, while leaving yesterday morning, I didn't tell my dog that I'll be late. My cute little dog was busy waiting foe at the gate to come back, I'm sure he was already worried because later, my mum told me that he frequently went to gate to see if I'm home.
When I eventually arrived home, I saw my dog lying down staring at the gate, waiting for me. I was wowed. Before I could open the gate, he was already making happy noises. Welcoming me in his own beautiful way. What amazed me yesterday was the fact that he was flying in mid air. He was busy jumping up and down, while I tried effortlessly to pay him, he was happy. Like three times, he jumped really up without his legs touching the ground. I was like, "Oreo, when did you develop wings to fly?"😅 He heard me and tried it again, he was flying in mid air, that was when I knew my dog was really glad to see me.
I couldn't help but get down and scoop him into my hands, while landing kisses on his albino face. He wouldn't let me go, he was just jumping and jumping. And licking my body.
This morning, I told him I'll be late again but not like yesterday. I went to decorate the already baked cake today. Oh boy! It was damn stressful. Kneading fondant over and over again is a beautiful big and tiring task. I thought we'll be done by 2pm today, I was wrong yet again. I arrived home around 6:20pm. As usual, my mum said Oreo got tired of sitting at the gate, waiting for me.
Still, though he was tired, I met him sitting and wagging his tail already, by the gate. He missed me yet, again. And in return, I hugged him for waiting so long for me.
A dog's love is unending. That's why I love them. They won't get tired of you, even when you are not in mood for them.
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Hey guys, I won't be able to post anything today. I'm extremely exhausted. After closing for summer class today, I went straight to my boss's place to bake. Without eating all day, and now, I'm in church. My eyes hurt. I'll just rest for tonight and write again, tomorrow.
Thanks to those who upvotes my post, I appreciate your kind gesture.
Love isn't scam
COULD THIS BE LOVE?
YOUR VOICE,is a chilled Yoghurt
It calms my nerves,
To my soul, it's an icing on cake,
It melts every anger,
It spreads happiness on my face,
Like butter on bread.
What do I do?
When the chills flurries through my body,
When all that comes to mind is to snuggle,
Like a Ragdoll cat.
When all I want is lip locking,
And let them do the talking.
Could this really be love?
When I caress the image on my wall,
And blush a million times,
While walking the length and breadth
Of my house during FaceTime.
Could this really be love?
When all I desire is to be yours only,
Kya karoon haaye? ( What do I do?)
Kuch kuch Hota hai.( Oh, something strange is happening)
Love is a beautiful thing, when you are with the right one. I'm sure you might have heard of this phrase "Love is scam". Yeah, to those betrayed and dumped, love is a big scam. To those cheated on, abused by their lovers, love nah big scam.
Also, to those cherished, adored, cared for and loved wholeheartedly,love is a beautiful thing.
People, especially teenagers do mistake love for infatuation and at the end, say love is scam. Before approaching that lady, be sure you are not attracted to her because of her looks only, make sure it's pure love and not infatuation.
When people mistake infatuation for love, after some months or weeks, they tend to show attitudes that might not like. Infatuation tends to happen quickly and involves a strong attraction,but Love is a deeper experience of knowing someone fully and caring about them in a special way.
Infatuation doesn't last long,unlike love. When you love, you trusts your lover completely, accept them for who they are, accepts imperfections and is not selfish. Infatuation on the other hand doesn't last long,no trust, all about sex, no commitment, and do not accept imperfections.
When you date someone you are infatuated with, it might end on tears. Why? Cause it's not love. And maybe after weeks of going out together, you may start to feel like your partner isn't really that beautiful or smart. Then the thoughts of getting another partner sets in, which leads to cheating or break ups.
Instead of shaping your man or woman into that person they want, they'll start complaining and comparing.
But, if it's true love, the goal will be to turn my woman or man into the person they want, they'll embrace the fact that there partner is not perfect and help them become better.
When there's true love, everything becomes so perfect like in the movies. The attention and care will be priceless. Be sure it's not lust,or infatuation before approaching that lady, so you won't say love nah scam, at the end.
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Teenage pregnancy
Yesterday, I talked about "knowing your partner". Starting a family and teenage pregnancy is the focus today. To start a family, there must be a wife or wives, and Husband, obviously. Man and woman legally married, comes together to recreate, that's a family.
Recall, before you gladly say "yes" to him, know your genotypes. This is where teenage pregnancy comes in. When a Lady under the age of twenty (20) gets pregnant, either legally as a married woman or not, it's known as "Teenage pregnancy".
Commonly between the ages of 14-19 (fourteen - nineteen). And in some cases, can include girls as young as 10 years old.
Pregnancy,of course, is as a result of sexual activity. Mind you, I'm not against getting pregnant at a young age and I'm not also in support. This article is not to criticize,it's a free world. I'm just worried about you girls. Why?
Most teenagers just have sex endlessly after successfully getting a boyfriend, take pictures and enjoy life to the fullest without a care about their lover's Genotype. What if your boyfriend is AS and you,AS? And you mistakenly get pregnant with the determination to keep your baby. Eii, that's a problem nah, don't you know?
Teens engage in sexual activities just like the way they gulp down a glass of water after a tiring work out session. I believe that getting pregnant as a teen isn't a mistake, it's intentional. Because, if it's not what you really wanted as a teen, why will you continue to have unprotected sex with your partner, while he deposits ropes after ropes of semen into you, even at the detriment of your own health. Eh?
Apart from pregnancy, ain't you scared of sexually transmitted diseases? Must you have sex compulsorily,as a teenager? If it's a must, do it with protection,please.
Moreover, a pregnant teen should be proud of herself. Yes! Or, were you expecting a gold - filled mansion after receiving loads of sperm? Perhaps, A bowl of Ice cream? Come on girl, it's not a mistake. You know your safe period,yet you decided to have unprotected sex while ovulating, ahhh you obviously know the result.
The only account on which teenage pregnancy can be a mistake is Rape. To all rape victims out there with a child or children, sending you lots of love and warm hugs 🌹🥰💞. I'm super proud of you for keeping that baby, for that huge sacrifice. To those who couldn't muster the courage to keep their babies, I can't feel your pains, but I wish you well. Remain strong.
Babes, all I've been saying is this...if your aim is to get pregnant for your lover as a teen, please and please,do well to know his genotype before you become a mother. Do not make your child or children suffer cause of your selfish behaviour. Please!
But, if you feel your pregnancy is still a mistake, after giving birth go back to school. Go back to school and be the best version of yourself. Don't let motherhood ruin your dreams, you're still young,go back to school and study,hard. Having a child, shouldn't be the end of your life and ambition.
I know it's not easy to be a mother, but do not turn yourself into an impromptu housewife at a tender age. You won't be killed if you decide to go back to school.
Lastly, It's important to know if you and your partner are compatible. Don't go and get pregnant for someone that will later make your kids suffer o. Before you ask for Ice cream and Catfish, fried rice and salad, pepper soup and chilled Yoghurt, Ask for Genotype.
Shalom!
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Know your partner: The sickle cell saga
Almost everyone in the world is in one or two romantic relationship. You know, some double date, so two romantic relationship. An important factor to consider when delving into a romantic relationship is Genotype. Know your partner, this should be the first agenda to avoid stories that touch the heart and sickle cell saga.
Relationship is not war, it is normal to have fun and explore. But, before you get carried away, it is necessary to know your partner, it's for the future, not now. Some ladies are so greedy to the extent of overlooking the compulsory thing to do. All they want is Ice cream and Shawarma, and flex. They just want to be known as a rich dude's girlfriend or fiancée , neglecting the consequences of their action.
What you need to do, is very easy. It can be over a dinner date, or an outing. "Babe, do you mind filling me in on your Genotype and blood group? I'm AA and 'O' positive. What's yours? Or, it can be like this... "Sweetie, if you really want to be the father or mother of our unborn healthy babies, I need to know if we are compatible,for the sake of our babies, what's your Genotype, love?
It is very simple, like A B C, no arguments involved. It's not a crime if your Genotype isn't favourable, you didn't create yourself. If you are about to walk down the aisle, to be one forever with your partner, and you ain't aware of what your Genotype and blood group is, you are making a huge mistake. It's disastrous.
Imagine for a minute, giving birth to sick babies,and spending almost every weekend at the hospital cause of your reckless attitude..sad. I'm sure you don't want that.
Genotype is the description of the pair of alleles in our DNA. There are five different types of blood genotype. They are AA,AS, AC,SS, SC. The first two pairs (AA & AS) are normal. AC is rare and the latter two (SS & SC) are irregular and anomalous, Commonly causing sickle cell disease. Sickle cell occurs when an individual's blood cells are shaped in a deformed and abnormal manner, blocking blood flow,causing pain and damage to vital organs.
Before taking the bold step of saying "I, do" be sure your Genotype is compatible with your partner.
Generally, AA is best for different blood genotype. AA, can marry AA, AS, SS, AC. AS, can not marry AS, SS, AC,. SS is not compatible with SS, same with AC. The best blood genotype for SS and AC is AA. Below, is the different genotype and their compatibility.
AA + AA = AA, AA, AA, AA (excellent)
AA + AS = AA, AS, AA, AS, (Good)
AA + SS = AS, AS, AS, AS, (Fair)
AA + AC = AA, AA, AA, AC. (Good)
AS + AS = AA, AS, AS, SS, (Very Bad)
AS + SS = AS, SS, SS, SS, (Very Bad)
AS + AC = AA, AC, AS,SS. (Bad; Advice needed)
SS + SS = SS, SS, SS, SS, (Very Bad)
AC + SS = AS, AS, SS, SS, (Very Bad)
AC + AC = AA, AC, AC, SS. ( Bad; Advice needed)
Dear young lady and gentle man, if you truly love your partner as you claim,ask for their genotype. And, if you are both compatible, congratulations, if otherwise, this is the time to truly express your love. I know it's not easy to leave the love of your life, but letting go when you ain't compatible is the best form of love.
Loving your Loving your partner is also loving your unborn babies. You need to let go of your love, so your kids won't suffer countless Sickle cell attacks.
Conclusively, make sure you don't end up with a partner that will later put your babies at risk. Open your mouth, and ask for the genotype of the one you love. You won't die! Ask. Save yourself, save your future and stop putting kids in intolerable pains, while you give the hospital your life savings. Go to the hospital and know your Genotype and blood group, it's a life saver.
Shalom!
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I made my hair (Determination)
Today, I decided to care for my hair. Wash day.
I woke up this morning,after doing some chores, I loosed my one month old plait. Then washed my hair before making it.
Firstly, I'm a naturalist. I keep my natural hair with proper treatment. For my hair, I use Ayurvedic herb, leave in conditioner, Hairnny's growth oil, shampoo, dudu osun,and Anti dandruff conditioner. Though, I've exhausted most of my hair food😅, I was able to manage today.
After loosing my hair, I tried combing but it was damn dry. I just combed the tip and starting washing it.
As a naturalist, it's important to keep in mind not to force a comb through a dry hair. It'll damage the hair and may leave wounds. Instead of working your comb through a dry hair, spray some water, using a spray bottle. Spray some water on your hair and work your hands through it first, before using your comb. It'll ease the dryness and make it easy to comb.
Since I wanted to washy hair, I decided not to spray with water. So, after combing the tip, I didn't mess with the root and scalp, I poured a bowl of lukewarm water and rinsed first.
Done with that, I applied my left over shampoo and worked my hands thoroughly through my hair. I made sure I never used my fingernails to scrub my scalps, you don't do that, it's dangerous for your scalp. When washing your hair, do not scratch your scalp with your nails, it may probably create a wound on your scalp.
Next, I used my Dudu osun on my hair. Yes, it's very good for the hair. I washed my hair till the water became completely clean.
Furthermore, I applied my leave in conditioner. I massaged it well, into my hair. It is at this moment I can comfortably comb my hair. Remember, I was unable to comb it well. Now that you've applied your leave in, it'll soften your hair, making it easy to comb. Before you comb, detangle with your hands first and then you are safe to comb. At this moment, I felt like I shouldn't stop combing, cause my hair was so soft easy to comb.
I washed off the leave in conditioner, then applied my anti dandruff conditioner. After I applied it, I let it settle in my hair for five minutes,then I rinsed of. Finally rinsed my hair with lukewarm water, properly.
I couldn't use the Ayurvedic herb today,since I left it in school. So, I just towel dry my hair after the final rinse. Then, I applied Hairnny's growth oil into my hair and scalp and massaged for five minutes. God, massaging is damn good for your hair, you should try it. It calms the nerves, alot.
Yeah, done with wash day, I started thinking of what to do with my hair. Actually, I was supposed to plait my hair again, to stretch naturally. The stretch is necessary, cause my hair Shrank a lot today,looked like I had a low cut on. I wasn't bothered about the shrinkage, it's a sign of a healthy natural hair. So, don't get worked up each time your natural hair shrinks, it means it's healthy.
I was too tired to go to the salon and make my hair,so I decided to try something new.
And, for the first time in my life, I never thought I could do it, but today, I sat in front of a mirror and made my own hair. Yes! I was excited. The cuttings were a bit, somehow, and the hair isn't really neat, but I'm proud of myself. I used to think I can't make my hair myself,it's impossible. But,guess what, it became possible. And how?
I was determined. Determination is all you need to survive. I was kind of discouraged when I made like four twist and it wasn't near. But, my mum told me to finish it first and see if it's okay or not.
I made up my mind and continued with my hair, I didn't even spend up to two hours before completing my hair and I was like , wow, you really did it babe! So, all it takes is an ounce of determination, a little bit of faith in yourself. Don't let what others say get to you, else it might affect you.
Lastly, I'm actually a stylist, still an apprentice. Like I said earlier, though it wasn't neat, since I couldn't see my own head, I'm still very happy and proud of myself. There's always a first time for everything,they say! I believe next time, will be better than this.
Do not forget, in all you do, be determined and focused. Have a beautiful night dears. Shalom!
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A death sentence
I was innocent.
It was not my plan to murder my wife-to-be. It was an accident, yet, I received the death sentence.
Two years ago, I met Desola at a mall. She was looking for a particular chocolate when I met her. I helped her and we started talking. I helped her to her car and we ended up exchanging numbers.
By the end of that day, I knew about 60% about her. She's a graduate, and a practicing Surgeon at a popular Hospital. She has a personal car and house. A millions in her account. She was also a business woman with a huge Store in town. She deals in different clothing apparels, shoes and bags of different brands. So, that's mainly her source of Income. A rich, humble and contented young lady. As at that time, her boyfriend just ended things with her.
As a responsible young man, I decided to he friends with her first before. To be honest I really enjoyed every moment spent with her. We'll go out together to expensive restaurant, spa and the Cinema house. It was a beautiful moment,though, she settled most of the bills. She refused to let me handle it, cause I was not really okay.
I studied accounting in the University,but I've been jobless since I graduated. When I met Desola, I was working in a small company as an assistant manager. It was a construction company. The pay wasn't much,but it settled some of my bills.
As a result of that, Desola made sure I don't spend unnecessarily. She even started giving me monthly allowance. Sometimes, it will be 200k or 500k. Just for me to enjoy. She'll buy expensive clothes and shoes for me, to make me look presentable.
After a year, through Desola, I got a job as an accountant in a big Bank. The pay was mouth watering. I moved out of my little apartment to a three bedroom flat.
Soon, I bought my own house and I made plans to propose to my beautiful, faithful queen. The day I made my intentions known to marry her, was the most interesting day. It was at a Cinema house, watching a romance movie, I had planned it all with the manager. Everyone except my Queen knew about my plans. In the most romantic way, with a Song "can't help falling in love", by Elvis playing solemnly at the background, I professed my love to her. And, she accepted.
The night that changed my life forever will never be forgotten. My Queen came to spend the weekend at my place and as usual, we had fun and slept. Around 2am, I tried to move from my sleeping position after hearing some muffled screams and struggle. I realized I could not move my hands, not open my eyes. Thieves came into my house, took my Queen and covered her head with something. I somehow managed to free myself and attacked one of the robbers.
Sadly, in an attempt to hit one of the robbers,my beloved was struck by. The huge flower vase I threw hit her badly on the head. She fell immediately and hit her head on the glass table. She couldn't reach the hospital before she died.
The robbers escaped, every traces of them disappeared. No one believed my story and I became the prime suspect. I was accused of killing my wife just for her money and properties. No one could defend me and right in my early thirties, I was given a death sentence. But, I was innocent. At least I'll be with my sweetheart,again.
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