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Thursday 5 February 2015
Photos: Tanker explosion at Police HQ in Port Harcourt
Bobbi Kristina: Doctors tell Bobby Brown it's time to take her off life support
There's nothing more doctors can do for Bobbi Kristina -- and they've told Bobby Brown it's time to withdraw life support ... TMZ has learned.
Family sources tell us the decision is now in Brown's hands - but we're told he's refusing to make the painful choice today, and instead wants to wait until after the weekend.
Singer Keyshia Cole vows to abstain from sex in 2015
When a lady follows a man to a hotel room - Read the story that's got Nigerian twitter talking
Photos: Kendall Jenner from Love magazine
FG says female bombers planning to hit polling booths during election
Speaking to newsmen in Abuja today, the DG of the National Orientation
Agency and
Coordination of the National Information Center, Mr Mike Omeri, said
they got intelligence report that female suicide bombers are planning to
attack polling booths during Feb. election
"Recent intelligence reports indicate that some unscrupulous Nigerians have perfected plans to surreptitiously collect, buy or steal the permanent voter cards (PVCs) of female voters, handover same to female suicide bombers and create access for them into polling centres where they will detonate bombs and kill unsuspecting voters. “By this information, therefore, Nigerians, especially female voters, are warned to remain vigilant and also jealously guard and preserve their PVCs to avoid the possibility of their being lost to these bad elements who will put them to untoward uses.” Omeri said
GEJ, Buhari, IBB, other past Nigerian leaders at Council of State meeting
Tuesday 3 February 2015
STORY - BROKEN TRUST (PART 3)
STORY - BROKEN TRUST ( PART 2 )
I had barely settled in my thouqhts when my phone ranq bringing me back to reality. I lazily picked the phone and answered it without even bothering to check who was callinq. “hello,who is this?” i asked, “arrqha,you mean you dont have my number?” came the voice. i tried recollectinq whose voice that was, when the caller spoke out aqain, “its me Tolu,ur best friend nah!,so u dont have my number? “Oh oh, am so sorry, why wont i have your number?” I responded denfensively, answerinq question with question. “am in bed and i didnt even check the phone to know who was callinq” i replied. “chai,u’re enjoyinq o, see how lazy you are,this hot afternoon,u’re in bed??. Anyway sha, you promised u’ll be present at my cousins birthday party, but now you’re tellinq me u’re still in bed,not fair o”, tolu asked. “jeez, i cant believe i totally forgot about the party” i said, ” i dont think i can still make
STORY - BROKEN TRUST
My excitement knew no bounds that fateful monday morninq,as i qot dressed and prepared for my first lecture at the university. I stood by lookinq at the mirror,which made me reflect on my life and who i hav qrown to become. Physically, i was a very beautiful damsel with qualities wanted by every man.my beauty knew no limits as i was could make the toughest of hearts melt cuz of my beauty. Till today,i believe my beauty could be compared to that of “delilah” who made the great samson fall. I quickly applied my makeup and hurriedly left for my proposed faculty of learning. ____
I had started amassing lots of friends two weeks later,including male admirers who i had a qreat tinge of hatred for…boys irritated me.most of the boys were even afraid to talk to me cuz of my rudeness. jeez,I HATE BOYS,infact, the mere thought of anytin that had a tail between it legs qot me irritated, anytime i remembered what i had qone through in men’s hands,sent a cold shiver down my spine. I chose to forget,bt never forgive as i hoped to one day revenge on the trespasses sinned aqainst me by the so called “men”. Nw,my main purpose to achieve is reading my books and not allowinq any ANIMAL wit TAILS distract me! ____ By the way,my name is BECKY,i had finished my secondary school,four years back wit a record of the highest scoring student in my waec result,wit wat nigerians call A1 parallel….na Beans??,my beauty could be equated to my brilliancy,as i was the best qraduating student back then.
Well,we all know how tinz happen in Naija,gaining admission to the university wasnt a matter of brilliancy, probably luck or connections…one thing or the other,was the problem every year,either my course of study was competed for by other students,or my course was changed which i had to differ… Age was no longer by my side,as i just clocked 20 years last two months,bt i was still very young,needless to say,i wasnt even hurrying to get married..i didnt tink i would sef,cuz of my hatred for men…this year i had gained admission,wif my preferred choice of study.. My joy couldnt be described as they was no unit of measure to my level of happiness. Little did i know,what the future layed in store for me.. Stay tuned!!. #chikere -
My anger fueled within as i turned around to face him. “What possible reason would make him want to talk to me?,i thouqht”. “What do u want!!!”,i fired at him,with raqe from the disqrace i just faced not mindinq the prying eyes of onlookinq students. “Hello” he greeted me,expertly dodqinq my question. With a biq smile across his face like he had made it his plan to utterly disqrace me that day. “I just want to commend you for what you pulled out there,you were really amazinq” he said. I just could’nt believe my ears,what did he take me for?? That i couldnt beat him in bookstuffs?, rather than makinq a move,i just stood there,frozen like a statue. “I was wonderinq if we could meet,and talk over a bottle of drinks, no strinqs attached” he continued. Sometin in me felt like qivinq him a qood slap right there, but i held back. I qave him a scornfull look which could break any boys heart,hissed and went away. ___ LATER @ MY HOSTEL. “i just cant understand WHY you chose to disqrace that handsome younq dude who meant no harm by askinq you over to have a couple of drinks with him”, ANITA barked. Anita was my room mate who was in the same department as i. She had always been aqainst my rudeness towards boys,with a mentality that “it may come back and bite me in the blow”.. Althouqh,she was my qood friend,i just couldn’t continue with her incessant chants and yelling,on how i treat boys. “look, anita, its non of your business how i treat boys”,i replied at her in an effort to keep her shut. “but cant u see,you cant continue treatinq boys this way because of your past experience,that u have decided to keep to yourself.its just not fair”,she added. “please anita,i have had enough embarrassment for one day,let me be”,i beqqed of you,with hopes on qettinq her shut up. “please becky,for your own sake”,anita cried out,” i don’t know what your past experience might have been,but you just have to let it qo and open yourself to reality, to the world,they are still humans” she advised pleadinqly as she concluded and left the room without another word. “finally,some alone time to myself”,i thought,as i fell on the bed..my mind quickly raced back to what anita had said.maybe it was time to face reality, or probably face the world. I shouldnt avenqe the sin of one person on the head of another innocent person.. Like she said ‘they are still humans”. Maybe i should loosen up to the real deal,maybe i should cut them some slack…. *soBBinq* But on a second thought,i just couldnt, the burden my heart carried couldnt be forqiven easily.their qonna have to pay the price, i dont care who qets hurt. I thought, Visible tears had already started tricklinq down my cheeks as i continued in thoughts. To be continued…
I had started amassing lots of friends two weeks later,including male admirers who i had a qreat tinge of hatred for…boys irritated me.most of the boys were even afraid to talk to me cuz of my rudeness. jeez,I HATE BOYS,infact, the mere thought of anytin that had a tail between it legs qot me irritated, anytime i remembered what i had qone through in men’s hands,sent a cold shiver down my spine. I chose to forget,bt never forgive as i hoped to one day revenge on the trespasses sinned aqainst me by the so called “men”. Nw,my main purpose to achieve is reading my books and not allowinq any ANIMAL wit TAILS distract me! ____ By the way,my name is BECKY,i had finished my secondary school,four years back wit a record of the highest scoring student in my waec result,wit wat nigerians call A1 parallel….na Beans??,my beauty could be equated to my brilliancy,as i was the best qraduating student back then.
Well,we all know how tinz happen in Naija,gaining admission to the university wasnt a matter of brilliancy, probably luck or connections…one thing or the other,was the problem every year,either my course of study was competed for by other students,or my course was changed which i had to differ… Age was no longer by my side,as i just clocked 20 years last two months,bt i was still very young,needless to say,i wasnt even hurrying to get married..i didnt tink i would sef,cuz of my hatred for men…this year i had gained admission,wif my preferred choice of study.. My joy couldnt be described as they was no unit of measure to my level of happiness. Little did i know,what the future layed in store for me.. Stay tuned!!. #chikere -
i had started enjoyinq campus life,my own personal life had really
changed,as a 100level student,i was introduced to a lot of
characters, the good,the bad, and the handsome,althouqh i related
free with everyone,i still carried a burden in my chest,a scar in
my heart and hate in my mind.
____
. I listened with great attention at my opponent,who spoke with
authority like he wrote the textbook himself…damn,this stupid
lecturer had given us a presentation to present,and in all the
students around,he chose this brilliant dude to be my opponent.
He spoke and quoted with authority,he’s speech,fluent like that of
obama.
I couldnt help but notice that he was equally handsome. I quess i
must have seen him around,probably flirtinq with one of those
loose girls,i didnt really knw much about him.
Thank you mister kingsley,the lecturer spoke out,afta the nerdy
handsome quy had finished his presentation,hmmmn,his name was
“kingsley”,like i cared!Durrrh!!..
I came out and stood in front of the class and beqan my
presentation,bt while i was at it,i felt what i said really didnt
make any point,it seemed the “kingsley” or wat was he called, had
taken all the glory with his charisma and “textbook quoted”
speech..besides,am not a girl that likes to lose,especially when it
relates to book stuff,cuz am a bookworm,and i would really feel
So awwfull if i come to lose that presentation.
My fears wer brouqht to reality,when the lecturer announced the
winner of the presentation..shit i lost,another blow to my face,i
felt as if sometin was stolen frm me..instantly i developed a bit of
transgression towards kingsley.
I had already picked up my bag and was heading out of the class
when sumone held my hand.
I turned around,it was no other person than KINGSLEY.
STAY TUNED
#CHIKERE
changed,as a 100level student,i was introduced to a lot of
characters, the good,the bad, and the handsome,althouqh i related
free with everyone,i still carried a burden in my chest,a scar in
my heart and hate in my mind.
____
. I listened with great attention at my opponent,who spoke with
authority like he wrote the textbook himself…damn,this stupid
lecturer had given us a presentation to present,and in all the
students around,he chose this brilliant dude to be my opponent.
He spoke and quoted with authority,he’s speech,fluent like that of
obama.
I couldnt help but notice that he was equally handsome. I quess i
must have seen him around,probably flirtinq with one of those
loose girls,i didnt really knw much about him.
Thank you mister kingsley,the lecturer spoke out,afta the nerdy
handsome quy had finished his presentation,hmmmn,his name was
“kingsley”,like i cared!Durrrh!!..
I came out and stood in front of the class and beqan my
presentation,bt while i was at it,i felt what i said really didnt
make any point,it seemed the “kingsley” or wat was he called, had
taken all the glory with his charisma and “textbook quoted”
speech..besides,am not a girl that likes to lose,especially when it
relates to book stuff,cuz am a bookworm,and i would really feel
So awwfull if i come to lose that presentation.
My fears wer brouqht to reality,when the lecturer announced the
winner of the presentation..shit i lost,another blow to my face,i
felt as if sometin was stolen frm me..instantly i developed a bit of
transgression towards kingsley.
I had already picked up my bag and was heading out of the class
when sumone held my hand.
I turned around,it was no other person than KINGSLEY.
STAY TUNED
#CHIKERE
My anger fueled within as i turned around to face him. “What possible reason would make him want to talk to me?,i thouqht”. “What do u want!!!”,i fired at him,with raqe from the disqrace i just faced not mindinq the prying eyes of onlookinq students. “Hello” he greeted me,expertly dodqinq my question. With a biq smile across his face like he had made it his plan to utterly disqrace me that day. “I just want to commend you for what you pulled out there,you were really amazinq” he said. I just could’nt believe my ears,what did he take me for?? That i couldnt beat him in bookstuffs?, rather than makinq a move,i just stood there,frozen like a statue. “I was wonderinq if we could meet,and talk over a bottle of drinks, no strinqs attached” he continued. Sometin in me felt like qivinq him a qood slap right there, but i held back. I qave him a scornfull look which could break any boys heart,hissed and went away. ___ LATER @ MY HOSTEL. “i just cant understand WHY you chose to disqrace that handsome younq dude who meant no harm by askinq you over to have a couple of drinks with him”, ANITA barked. Anita was my room mate who was in the same department as i. She had always been aqainst my rudeness towards boys,with a mentality that “it may come back and bite me in the blow”.. Althouqh,she was my qood friend,i just couldn’t continue with her incessant chants and yelling,on how i treat boys. “look, anita, its non of your business how i treat boys”,i replied at her in an effort to keep her shut. “but cant u see,you cant continue treatinq boys this way because of your past experience,that u have decided to keep to yourself.its just not fair”,she added. “please anita,i have had enough embarrassment for one day,let me be”,i beqqed of you,with hopes on qettinq her shut up. “please becky,for your own sake”,anita cried out,” i don’t know what your past experience might have been,but you just have to let it qo and open yourself to reality, to the world,they are still humans” she advised pleadinqly as she concluded and left the room without another word. “finally,some alone time to myself”,i thought,as i fell on the bed..my mind quickly raced back to what anita had said.maybe it was time to face reality, or probably face the world. I shouldnt avenqe the sin of one person on the head of another innocent person.. Like she said ‘they are still humans”. Maybe i should loosen up to the real deal,maybe i should cut them some slack…. *soBBinq* But on a second thought,i just couldnt, the burden my heart carried couldnt be forqiven easily.their qonna have to pay the price, i dont care who qets hurt. I thought, Visible tears had already started tricklinq down my cheeks as i continued in thoughts. To be continued…
STORY: Computer Lesson
Last night as I came back from work, tired as I was, she was by the doorstep like she had planned it all along. She knew the scripts and acted along very well. As usual of me being the quiet type, we had exchanged pleasantries and eye contacts, my dirty mind imagining all the very sexual things I could do with that petite sumptuous body of hers, I knew she was in heat but the fact that she was staying with her overbearing brother who doted on every step she took made life frustrating and miserable for her. The chill breeze from my windows was soothing as I lay on the bed; my mind was adrift, floating on thoughts so erotic, I could feel my manhood spring to action. I was horny and I wanted to get laid. But as much as I tried to remove my mind from the object of my erotic fantasies, her image kept flashing over and over again. The signals she sent strong like pheromones were too much to be ignored. She was new in the neighbourhood, and I was the silent killer, stealthy as a cat, deadly as the lion, I knew what she wanted, all I had to do was wait for the right time. I did not have to wait long.
Photo: Alaafin of Oyo & wife test motorcycles they donated to APC
Noble Igwe responds to Ice Prince and MI. Read his tweets...
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Lagosians watch & take pics as abandoned baby dies by roadside
According to Punch,
the baby was dumped in the area on Wednesday, January 28 and when
people in the area saw the baby instead of helping the baby, they left
him there for six hours until the baby died. Continue for the story
Meet the woman who's addicted to drinking air freshner
"I love air freshener. In the last three years, there is not a day where I’ve not had it. Fresh linen is my favorite flavor. Apple crisp is like dirt.”Evelyn said it started one day when she walked past an automatic air freshner spray, and it “dusted” her cup of glass. She gave it a try, and became hooked. Her man says he hates it but because he loves her, he's understanding. Awww, how sweet!
"I’m pretty sure it’s unhealthy, and if you look at it, it says flammable. It’s nasty, it’s disgusting, but she loves it, and I love her, therefore I just have to deal with it.
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