dailypost.ng I am not a die hard football fan, I watch selected matches of my favorite clubs. But, a s a Nigerian, I love watching the Eagles play at major tournaments.  My patriotism was birthed in 1989 when as a little girl, I witnessed the wave of ecstasy that flooded our streets when the fantastic   Nduka Ugbade completed a remarkable comeback for Nigeria in the match between Nigeria and Soviet Union. I was too tender to appreciate the intricacies of the game, but the Chorus of GOAL and the ensuing victory songs that rang out in our neighborhood when the men in green kicked a round - rolling object into the net brought joy to my very young heart. It was the first time I ever witnessed such jubilation and joy. Many years later I got to understand what happened on that glorous day. The tale of how the  Flying Eagles were 4-0 down  at the quarter final of the 1989 FIFA World Youth Championship in Saudi Arabia but miraculously equalized 4-4 before ful...

Phone ringing Customer care: Good morning madam Bola: How may I help you? Customer Care: We have noticed that you have an old inactive account with our bank what would you like to do with it? Bola: I have a new active account with your bank and I mandated my branch to close the old one. Customer care: Okay ma. Kindly visit our nearest branch and mandate them to close the inactive account. Next day, she went to the nearest branch. A mean faced young man collected her details and all the requirements. He said; Account closed. Have a nice day. 3 years later. Phone rings

Him: Have you seen the latest online video? Me: Which? What's it about? Him: it's a video of a man being dismembered alive. He was practically butchered while being tortured. Me: WHAT!! That's disgusting and evil. Why would anyone do that to someone?! Him: It's on my phone. Take, Watch it. Me: No, I don't want to. Him: Why not? Me: Why would anyone want to see such a gory video? Him: It will help you overcome your fear of blood. Me: Overcome my fear of blood by watching a man being butchered alive? What wickedness have pervaded our world?

It started with the psychological abuse, then one day, he lost his mind and struck her. That was when the fights began.The bruises lefts lesions that could last a lifetime on her supple skin. She was running out of tricks in her bid to conceal them from probing eyes. It was only two years, but the wedding bliss was already a figment. It felt like a strange dream made worse by the endless trauma. The sensual moans of two hearts beating as one was lost to the wails of battering and unabashed altercations. She knew it was time to move on but moving out was not an option. Reality check; she had no where to go, no steady flow of income and would never leave her cub behind for his array of whores. eibeila.com But weeks of fighting toughened her tender skin. Her heart had lost it's luster. She gradually but definitely became hardened. When he laid a hand on her cub, she lost control of her meekness and he got stitches near his left eye. That day, the abuse ended and th...

Pic credit: essence.com We met December last year through a friend. By the second week, he was inlove so I fell in love too. Their firm had downsized so he had lost his job before we met. Since I have a comfortable job and my needs are few I didn't mind. I promised to be on the lookout for vacancies. Ten days to Christmas he was off the radar. I could not reach him on his mobile number. I drove to his house and met him miserable. He had lost his phone and could not afford a befitting phone. It was way out of his financial league. I was inlove and had money to spare, so we rushed to a shop. He loved my Samsung Galaxy so I got him one that was slightly higher and more expensive than mine. He was happy again, drove me back and borrowed my car keys for the weekend. By the second week of January he was back with another tale. This time he was attacked by bandits. They cleared his house of all furniture and he could not replace because a friend he lent some money had refused to...

Daily Reading for Sunday February 11, 2018 Reading 1 - Leviticus 13:1-2, 44-46 Responsorial Psalm, Psalms 32:1-2, 5, 11 Reading 2 - First Corinthians 10:31--11:1 Gospel, Mark 1:40-45 Pic by robertawinterinstitute.org The first reading opens our eyes to the infectious skin disease called Leprosy and God's instructions to Moses and Aaron on how to handle those identified to be leprous. They were examined by the Priest, isolated and only permitted to return to the community upon the performance of a purification rite. They were dreaded. The gospel is about the story of the Leper who approached Jesus for healing instead of going to the Priest and how Jesus out of pity; touched, healed and directed him to comply with the Law by showing himself to the priest so as to offer what Moses commanded for the cleansing. It exposed us to the depth of Jesus' compassion and the manifestation of His healing power. Unlike in the old testament where people with Leprosy were isolate...

pxhere.com The voice over the phone line was strange. He was yelling but I could make out his words. He had ordered me to head towards the car park to save the owner of the phone. I cannot remember what happened next, but I found myself running towards the parking lot at an alarming speed, barefoot with my phone still in my grip . I  noticed the crowd of onlookers when I had gotten closer. By the time I got close enough to peer at whatever they were staring at with obvious dread, I was gasping for air . It was hard, but I managed to shove and push my way to the center of the commotion. That was when I saw him.

We are starting this season with Hilda's story...sit back, put up your feet and enjoy it...

Sunday February 4, 2018 Reading 1: Job  7:1-4, 6-7 Responsorial Psalm,  Psalms 147:1-2, 3-4, 5-6 Reading 2:  First Corinthians 9:16-19, 22-23 Gospel:  Mark 1:29-39 Job spoke, saying: Is not man’s life on earth a drudgery?   My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.  Remember that my life is like the wind; I shall not see happiness again. Job 7:1, 6-7 The funny thing is, as soon as that reading is concluded at Mass, the entire congregation will respond, “Thanks be to God!”  Really?  Is this reading worth thanking God for?  Do we really want to thank God for an expression of such pain?  We most certainly do. Job was clearly expressing feelings that we all face at times. He speaks of a sleepless night.  Feelings of a loss of hope.  Months of misery.  Et cetera.  Hopefully these feelings are not an everyday occurrence.  But they are real and everyone experi...

First day of February and we say welcome to the month of love!! As you spread love to everyone around you,  never forget to drop by. Keep smiling! pinterest.com

REAL STORY FROM A FAN...GOT ME LAUGHING ALL NIGHT. ENJOY IT For me, anybody that says; being pregnant is normal for women and only the first baby is usually tough for a young mother should be re-evaluated. pic credit; joveline.wordpress.com It was my second baby and it felt like my body was falling apart. My waist was on fire, my nostrils were leaking and my husband and I always spent the better part of every night trying to get me comfortable enough to fall asleep. My son had gotten tired of being snapped at for diving into our bed and upsetting mummy and his sister, so his room had become his best refuge. That morning, I woke up and my body refused to listen to the alarm in my head. I tried to encourage myself to adhere to my usual schedule of waking up early, making breakfast while waiting for my hubby and our son to roll  out of bed, they loved having breakfast in their PJ's; but my bloated body refused to obey the simple command. To make matters worse, it was a cold m...