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As she waited patiently for the most awaited moment of the event, memories from the past beguiled her happy mind. Memories of a handsome and intelligent young man who fell in love with a girl who was fed up with falling in and out of love. As expected, she had resisted and fought against all Harris had to offer. She had tagged him; a loose cannon, a player and a man she would never consider. His persistence, consistency and adorably kind heart finally swept her off her feet. At last, she gave up the battle, embraced his sincerity and accepted to spend eternity with the dark man with the moon in his eyes. A decision she would never regret. Her mind went to the gossips, forecast of doom and ploys by some friends to tear them apart. Accepting Harris felt like being at war with everyone. Most of their friends desperately wanted their vile forecast to be real; "Stor y!! Na today? She has trust issues and he will definitely cheat on her...no be Naija man again!! " His fri

                  ROMANTIC THURSDAY blackinamerica.com She twirled round on her toes before bending down halfway to roll her waist to the beat banging in her ears. With eyes closed she tried to mime the song but the lyrics turned to a low mumble. Tolu was in a world of her own and nothing  else mattered. The music was on replay and the soup would have to wait for awhile. Baba angrily breezed into the kitchen only to pause on his heels when his blazing eyes fell on well-rounded hips twisting heatedly to sounds he could not hear. His eyes darkened and his eyebrow twitched with surprise as he tried to figure out who the alluring lady with her back turned towards him was. Her moves captured his fantasy. When the spoon in her hand was turned into a microphone as she slowly twisted and  sent unimaginable waves up his spine, Baba's lips curled in a mischievous smile that turned into a sneer when it dawned on him that the dancing lady was actually Tolu. A new and irresist

Click on  Our Nigeria  to resume... A t this point I think I should mention that this article is absolutely not aimed at igniting immured emotions. It is not even about the havoc the war wrecked on Nigerians and the Eastern Region in particular, the dashed dreams, the alleged genocide and massacre of innocent souls or the non-prosecution of those involved due to their caliber in the society.  It is neither about the brazen pillaging of our collective wealth by several politicians in different guises, the overwhelming statistics of unfulfilled and abandoned political promises, the importunate betrayal and rapacious greed of most government officials; the approval and implementation of unworkable and fraudulent political and economic policies; nor is it about the resultant recession, the flagrant display of embezzled funds which impelled the get rich quick or die trying trend ravaging our nation today and in turn led to the recourse to criminality by most of our young leaders o

Lately, I have been conducting several researches. Don’t worry I won’t bore you with gist of the women's fashion world and trending designer shoes... LOL! Well, let’s just say that the history classes I found boring back in my secondary school days are beginning to be delightful. Please, do not ask me HOW IT HAPPENED because I do not have a substantial explanation. Out of the blues, Pre-Nigerian Civil War era has not only captured my attention, but has held me captivated.   My research revealed detailed figures and records which I will not burden you with.  However, all you need to know is that Nigeria was once a major exporter of major minerals like tin, Columbite, Coal, Timber and various Agricultural products. Nigeria was ranked as a promising economy. Our coal mines were extracting coals regularly; mining of various minerals were stable. While our timber was among the best and most sought after in the world various Agricultural products like cocoa, groundnu

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 full time and went ahead t

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