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Banky W resumes classes at New York Film Academy @bankywellington #nyc #nyfa #DirectorW

Posted by 9jasouth on 10/29/2014
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A few weeks ago, NET reported that EME boss, Banky W will be traveling to the New York Film Academy for a short course in Directing/Filmmaking.


We can confirm to you that the 33-year-old has since resumed at the internationally renowned learning centre.

Mr Capable, as he is also called, posted a picture of himself at work with the caption: @bankywellington ‘You’re never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream’- C.S Lewis #nyc #nyfa #DirectorW. 

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300Drums Entertainment Presents REP MY HOOD STREET TOUR

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300Drums Entertainment Presents “REP MY HOOD STREET TOUR”, an event which would host Dancers, Djs, comedians and many artiste like: M.Cube, Jerrywhite, Mr Snobz, Swag G, Kc Flex, Kali D, Mr Clean, Nature C, Ambition, Famous, Mr Rex, T A, Dozzyman, Chiwhite, Mr Cool G, Emmyz Boy, Believe B, Mr Frosh, Kayode, Mr Rawbest, Dandizzy, S Blaze, Spirit and many more.


GUESS APPEARANCE: Mc Barich, Fritzy, David Young, Wemit6, Wigipeez, Zibit, Kingsong and Dj Bless

Djs: Dj 1prince, Dj Gentle, Dj Mero, Kelly Swag

Mc: Mc Talker

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VENUE: Rumuokwurushi Civil Center , Port Harcourt.

DATE: 2nd of November 2014

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TWO GUYS AND A GIRL (Part 1) by @husband_materia

Posted by 9jasouth on 10/29/2014
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My heart has been dealt with, sincerely since my clock ticked for me to start the dating game, all i have ever know or experienced is just charades of lies, dubious cheats and hardcore sworn infidels lovers, i am in this stage of my life where i don’t want my emotions to becloud my sense of reasoning,

a stage where “i love you” means nothing to me and i attach no atom of sentiments to it.

My name is Pamela okrika, am 29yrs of age, a graduate of business Admin, am fair, very tall and busty, i know am a beautiful lady to behold but that’s where i get confused about the male folks, how can a guy have someone like me, who readily gives all whenever the word “love” pops out and yet they still cheat!, i have come to a conclusion that cheating is like an innate thoughts co-joined in thier brain like siamese twins or its embedded in their gene to cheat once you are a man, i know you ask me why do i worry myself? but sincerely we live in a society that makes a heck out of it, if your a lady and your close to thirties and successful with no man in sight, they tend to bug you and make it a hit song which they sing to you anytime they bump into you, questions like “have you found him?”, “what tribe is he?”, “are you a lesbian?”.
On this fateful day, my company had sent me to owerri to go do a complete market survey for the new line of products we are about to start and since i live in portharcourt, i decided to drive myself since i own one rather than squeezing myself with other commuters and take longer time to reach the short distant journey, wearing my hot designers suit and short skirt that was exposing my fair spotless thighs, i hopped into my car, fastened my seatbelt and zoomed off, by the times i was through with work in owerri, i was running late, coupled with the huge traffic situation inside the town, by the time i was on the expressway heading to portharcourt the time was already 8:00pm and i was now driving fast to get home on time, just few meters away from the border between owerri and portharcourt, i saw about five cars reversing on a very high speed and i heard sporadic gunshots in the air, it was so obvious that armed robbers were on rampage and the wisest thing to do was to reverse and park somewhere very far from the scene, as i stopped my car and paused for a while to really understand the situation and then BOOM!! on my windscreen and it was a stray bullet that shattered it, i opened the door and ran straight into the bush.
I was in the bush for over an hour as i heard more sound from thier gun and i got really scared but after another one hour the shooting stopped and i could see the thieves running into the bush towards my direction, too scared to move as i laid down flat on the ground, shaking and engulfed in fear as they ran past me, it was then i could muster courage to run out from the bush, it was then i met dele!.
Dele a stout dark yoruba guy whose gait was like that of a soldier, he saw me shaking as i walked towards my car, crying and trying to get my bag out of the car and he walked up to me and said
“Lady why are you crying? where you hurt by the thieves?”
All i could do was just sit on the bonnet of my car and burst into another cry, he held me by the hand and asked
“Is this your car?”
I shook my head in confirmation, he saw the key in the ignition of the car, and started the car as he gave me a hand gesture to get inside, i couldn’t even ask where he was driving me to because all i wanted at that moment was to get out of that vicinity, as he drove me not too far from that spot where the robbery incident happened and drove into a compound, he told me it was his house and that i should suspend travelling to portharcourt tonight, he gave me water to drink and offered food and gave me towel to go have my bath, coming out from the bathroom, i noticed he had already pulled his trouser and shirt, wearing only his boxers and the huge bulge on his boxers made me scared and i wondered if he had to pad his groin area to make it look like he is well endowed and the hairs on his chest was very curly and attractive.
We watched television for a while until i slept off on the couch, and the next thing i could remain was a hand caressing my thighs and i woke up only to see dele, he told me how he loved me and how he wants to make me his girlfriend, i knew guys would say anything possible when they are thinking with thier dicks just to get it wet, but i haven’t heard sex in like four months and here was a free sex with no strings attached offered to me on a platter of gold.
we kissed and my eager hands was quick to rush into his boxers to unveil what was hidden thier, and as i pulled out his dick, i saw one of the amazing dicks of a life time!, thick fat dark dick with a length of about 7inches was staring at me, i kissed him harder as he took off the sweater he has given me and planted his lips on my nipples, he sucked me so well that i could mistaken him for a lesbian, then he took his mouth straight to my pussy and was practically chewing my clitoris and fingering me.
“Arrrrghhh Dele please fuck me”
I begged for his dick because he has really made me so wet that all i needed was that pound of flesh in my tight pussy, as he kissed me and raised me to stand, i was thinking he wants to fuck me the doggy style and i was scared, not that i don’t like it but with this kinda huge dick, it will sure tear my pussy apart, but i was shocked when he lifted me up, i threw my legs wide apart in the air as he inserted his fat cock,
“Damnnnn! boy your endowed”
I always say crazy stuffs whenever i meet a good dick, we kissed so deep as he began to pound my pussy, he kept hitting all the inner walls of my pussy as i was moaning and kissing his neck and earlobes, my cum was gushing out from my pussy like a closely locked tap and that geared him more cuz my pussy was now wet and really open, he grabbed my butt while standing and was putting the full length of his dick inside me that i felt its impact in my cervix,
“Dele hit hard please!” “baby tear this pussy apart please”
I kept saying all the nasty things my mind could recall as he hit my pussy hard like he was pounding something in a mortar and as i was about cuming, i held him tight and closed my eyes, my breath became heavy and my pussy grabbed his dick so tight as i came in quick session.
Nobody has fucked me before and i had multiple organsm and this stout yoruba boy gave me that while standing!

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COUGARS UNCHAINED {Part 3} by @husband_materia

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We sat on our table and bought ourselves expensive drinks, dancing as we drank to the loud music, nothing more that oppress the egocentric nature of men more than when they see an independent woman,

a lady that can provide all her needs,it makes them want to prove their worth, it is then that the egocentric ones would spend more than required just to get your attention, this is a trick known by us all, so whenever we are out clubbing, we spend our hard earned money so well that those men who can’t control their ego would walk up to us and say shit.

The tall lanky guy we met at the bar the previous time was at the club and this time it was obvious that he was into one of us but we couldn’t tell because the waiter had brought two bottle champagne and said it was on, fifi looked sad because like she said “most of these guys can’t even treat a lady well in bed, thanks to my vibrator” i kept wondering why she should be sad about it.
The lanky dude walked up to us and smiled as he shook hands with us
Lanky: Hey ladies, hope your having a good time?
As he turned towards Fifi and said
Lanky: please can i know your name?
It was obvious he was into fifi and not chelsea who had placed a wager on him that she would fuck him, we don’t betray friendship no matter who they was and fifi couldn’t break that trust, as chelsea drew out attention as she said
Chelsea: ladies its gear 4.
“Gear 4″ to us is a slangs we have carved out to mean “lets rip him off” and we have never turned each others plea for a “Gear 4″ and we chorused yes, the lanky guy was lost in our conversation, fifi turned towards him and said
Fifi: Am a little bit tipsy, can you get something pepperish for me?
He shook head in acceptance as he smiled and said
Lanky: what do you care for ladies?
Fifi: I care for cat fish pepper soup, dunno about my friends.
Chelsea: chicken pepper soup
Nancy: Get me anything like suya
He began to walk to and fro the club, buying each of the things we ordered, and we when sat and began to eat, he bought extra bottles of wine, he kept gisting very boring stories about his work and thought he got our attention, we were all shaking our head and smiling as he ordered for more plates.
It was then fifi began to caress his thighs from under the table, this was a ploy to make him think he has caught a prey for the night, that would make him relaxed and spend more, her hands went towards his groin region as she caressed down, she could not believe what her hand felt, a very long thick pipe and she traced her hand down and noticed that the length of his dick was almost up to his knee and she paused as she grabbed the tip of his cock from under the table, her eyes and his met, this was what fifi wanted, a good dick that would fuck her good, something that would feel her up and make sure she screams as she whines her waist to it.
Pondering in her heart how she was going to break this “Gear 4″ rule for the first time, she became quiet instantly, her pants were already wet for her imaginations had taken a hold on her, she stood up and walked towards the bathroom to clean herself up, nancy was quick to notice her mood swing as she followed her to the bathroom.
Nancy: Babe whatsup na? your mood just changed
Fifi: Girl you have to see this guys stuff, i felt it from the trouser and i could not imagine me not banging him, this code thing wants to ruin my night
Nancy: Okay, you know what? you and i would have him together, since chelsea and jenny had thier fun at the massage parlour earlier today.
Fifi smiled and they hugged each other, fifi and nancy where now left with how to go home with the lanky guy without the knowledge of chelsea and jenny, so nancy feigned sickness as she began to hold her head, they all knew it was time to go since one of them was already ill, it was only fifi that knew it was a plot.
Fifi turned to the lanky guy and whispered as she gave him her phone
Fifi: Punch your number here, i’ll call you in 5 minutes and tell you where to meet me.
Nancy suggested that Fifi takes her home while jenny and chelsea can go to thier various houses, the moment jenny and nancy drove out, fifi called the lanky guy and directed him to a hotel, they both of them were both naked and ready, waiting for the lanky guy to come.

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Wana Wana: How to Arrange Your Overactive Brain

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I played a lot as a child. Talked in my sleep and to be honest nothing has changed much except of course the talk in my sleep part. I have just become an overly hyperactive grown up.


Friends, in the past, have insinuated that I’m possibly one of those kids who got off with ADHD undetected – but as far as I am concerned, I come nothing as close. I just see myself as a bit of a wondrous spirit who gets a kick out of doing things. It’s probably why I often get asked the question ‘What are you working on now?’ because I am always working on something.

It also doesn’t help that in this media and creative business one cannot live by one hustle alone. I think the ‘Oyibo’ term for it is ‘interdisciplinary’. I’m a big believer that you can be a Jack or Jill of many trades and it is also possible to be a master of many even if you cant be a master of all. The truth is we are all different and we work differently but here are just a few of the principles I practice to stay on top of my speedy brain.
Friends That Get It
My friend Nkiru says that I talk at a hundred words per second even though I think that’s a tad bit of an exaggeration. I agree that I am a fast talker. It’s because my mouth is trying to keep up with the speed of my brain. The point is I am always in a perpetual state of thinking and ideation and God bless my friends, they get it. I have a few friends that help me mind map, help me calm down and prioritise the work that is important when I start having too many brain waves. Sometimes they even help me find the gem in some ideas
They keep it real when they know the others aren’t going to amount to very much. It does get that bad. Sometimes my friend Anwuli and I have meetings over these things and I do the same for her. So yes, you may need some help with prioritising as well as an outsiders perspective to help inject some sense of reality. I will add though, they must be friends that mean well and really enjoy seeing you grow. In fact, the kinds that will call and say ‘you have been a bit quiet lately what’s been going on’. Those that would hound you about the things you talked about when they notice you are slacking.
Project Management & Time Management
Now this, I was told by my long time mentor and friend Amanda King who was as my radio tutor at University. Once she noticed the kind of person I was, she told me to categorise all the things I wanted to do as projects. Arrange them in development stages and give them a time line and I have never strayed away from that. It’s how I was able to record and release my spoken word album last year; also, the documentary Sensitive Skin this year. It’s how I am able to write, blog, perform, market products online, host seminars and workshops, still keep a semi-full time job, attempt to have a life on the weekends and oh yess.. sleep.
I live a very routine life where I wake up at 6am and in bed at latest midnight. Ok so maybe I don’t quite get my 8 hours sleep but a little sacrifice goes a long way.
Everything that you want to do has to be allocated its own time, which means you may not be able to do other kinds of work because you have a focus point with a time line. It also helps you plan for future projects as well. In this case a spreadsheet or calendar is definitely your best friend.
Collaborate
A lot of us creative people can come off as a little controlling and sometimes egotistical but the truth is a lot of the best works are collaborative. Beyond the fact that you get things done faster, I personally find that ideas are more achievable and even better rounded. A friend of mine says that when he is collaborating, he doesn’t believe in a fifty-fifty format. He believes that all collaborators should be able to get a hundred percent out of it.
Let me explain. Everyone has what it is they are bringing to the table and that shouldn’t be tampered or interfered with. However I do think that for that to work, everyone needs to feel a sense of ownership of the work as opposed to feeling like they are being used to bring your own dreams to life. So it is important to ask what they hope to get out of it so that there is a clear set of expectations and a decision can be made as to what can and cannot be fulfilled. Making collaborators feel like co-owners of the work even though you aren’t the originator of the idea is crucial. I think when you find good collaborators who not only share the vision but also share your values, its something special. They aren’t just working with you but they are also spurring you on.
Be Satisfied With What You Achieve and Learn to Let Go
Maybe what I should really be saying is that you may never be satisfied with what you achieve because you always think it could be bigger or you could do it better. However, I think it is ok to give yourself a pat on the back that you tried. You started something. Try to enjoy the moment, take the lessons and if it isn’t working move on to the next task.
Learn to say ‘NO’
I remember talking to a male friend of mine who seemed to be propositioned by a lot of women. I asked him why, compared to other guys I knew, he never took advantage of the advances. At the risk of sounding crude, he told me that just because there is free booty everywhere doesn’t mean you should take it. I get approached with opportunities with or without financial incentives and I still struggle with the ‘N’ word.
Sometimes I get caught up in the whole this is an exciting opportunity thing and at other times the fear that if I keep rejecting these opportunities to work on this project, when another one comes up, they will go somewhere else. So being able to say ‘No’ is a legitimate struggle but if you don’t learn it, you will burn out, miss deadlines, disappoint people, produce substandard work and all of that is just counterproductive.
You need to strike a balance. As I often say to my friends. Identify your commercial pursuits as bills don’t pay themselves and identify your artistic pursuits. Please beware of vampire jobs. I’m sure everyone has taken on that gig that sucks the life out of you and you wonder if it was worth any of the hassle in the end all because you were caught up in the ideal of it all.
Those are vampire jobs.
Forget Intimidation, Just Do It
Just because you haven’t been doing something for ten or twenty years doesn’t mean you can’t do it as well. Yes experience cannot be overrated but I think if you are enthusiastic enough about something, you are willing to learn and put the required work in, I don’t see why you shouldn’t have a go at least. As I always say, our destinies are different. Just because you don’t have a masters degree in something doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have a go at something you might like or enjoy. You never know, you might actually be really good at it if you submit yourself to the process. Never let your lack of experience or a limited background intimidate you.
Let it Stay a Hobby
I love to cook and I’m actually really good at making hair but I won’t be opening a restaurant or hair salon anytime soon. Well because it is too much work that requires a lot of time, focus and concentration, for now I stick to brunch parties for my friends and the odd hair do for a friend to satisfy those itches.
Life in itself is a constant balancing act. So you plan what it is you can, give it your best shot, make sure you reflect on the lessons and just keep it moving.
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Wana Wana: 6 Tips to Crush Insecurity & Boost Your Confidence

Posted by 9jasouth on 10/29/2014
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Lately I have been receiving tonnes of emails and equally having lots of conversations about confidence and how little of it there seems to be. I am coming to the realisation that much like a lot of things, we trivialise it all by making it about the peripheral – getting a new wardrobe, or a body overhaul, buying a new car, flying business class, or entering a new social circle. I’m not saying that these things aren’t confidence builders but I think it does go a little deeper. In fact I think it goes a lot deeper.

There are many experiences that had not only rocked my confidence but had also robbed me of it at different stages of my life. What’s interesting though is that you don’t even realise it when it is happening to you. The worse part is when you discover that your lack of confidence and insecurity consumes you so much that your whole existence is motivated by trying to prove a point. In other words, your need to overdo everything or outdo everyone easily becomes your mask and coping mechanism.

I would later come to understand that it was just me giving my insecurities way too much power to reign supreme. This isn’t to say that I don’t struggle. I still do, but it is safe to say my good days are topping my bad days.

I don’t think that confidence is always necessarily an innate quality and neither do I think it’s solely attributed to great parenting. I do think that the fact you haven’t always been confident doesn’t mean you can’t become confident or teach yourself to get beyond your insecurities.

So,here are some ways to boost your confidence.

Do Not Let Anything Define You
I remember growing up. We were the typical middle class Nigerian family. We owned our own house in an estate; had a few cars including the Sunday Mercedes Benz; driver; housekeepers; went to good school; parents travelled abroad. We were ok.

Then my parent’s marriage ended, and so did our lives. Well, at least the posher portion of it. As a new kid in secondary school, it wasn’t the best time to transition from being the posh kid to being the broke kid – as though adolescent insecurities weren’t enough.

All I remember was just feeling constantly insecure about any and everything. Having to get on public transport, begging your friends for a lift home or sometimes having someone sit on your lap in the bus because you couldn’t afford the bus fare, bringing Richoco and Cowbell instead of Milo and Peak milk. Yes, it sounds shallow but it was a big deal then. I think in my head I probably felt everyone was making fun of me for some reason. Those days my brother would often refer to it as poverty complex.

One minute your life is defined by all the things you had and the next minute you don’t have any of it and you lose all sense of identity.I was ten years old. So imagine the thirty-five year old in a powerful job position who loses their job, or the person heartbroken after one of those everyone knew us together type relationships.

I make it a habit to constantly ask myself the question who am I? And more importantly if I had everything stripped away, the job, the attention, the applause, the accolades, the people, or the noise, who would I be? It’s the only way I remind myself that my confidence shouldn’t be dictated by the things I have, or even the things I do, but rather consciously thinking about the content of my character and the value I can offer in whatever space I am placed in.

Do Something That Scares You
For me there is no confidence boost like surmounting a challenge. I remember one of my travels, skiing was included in the itinerary as a part of the group activities. I was frightened out of my mind about how silly I would look falling on my backside a few too many times.

As far as I was concerned skiing wasn’t for people like me.
I could have opted out if I wanted to but I did it anyway, and it felt so good afterwards.
I know how many times I have talked myself out of so many great ideas, great opportunities and even greater experiences, because I am scared that no one will show up, or listen, or watch it, or care about it, or understand it, or buy it.

Maybe who I am and the things I want didn’t matter. I would say to myself what if I make a complete fool of myself or I become a laughing stock? Well, what if you don’t? What is the worst that could happen? So you fail or you discover you are terribly bad at it.
Sometimes our fears are as little as saying hello to someone first, or asking a question that you seek answers to.

As our people say ‘At all at all na im bad pass’. At least you had the courage to try and you learned a few lessons along the way. Surely that counts for something. Once you get past one hurdle, you build the confidence to get through the next and it gets a little easier.

Every Once In a While, Lose Composure
If you have ever attended an acting class or watched one before, you will discover they are often given these weird exercises like jumping up and down aimlessly, rolling on the floor and sometimes instructed to bark like a dog. The idea is really to loosen them up and get them to become less self-conscious. I think there is a kind of confidence that comes from really being able to enjoy things and enjoy your self. Believe it or not, it seeps into everything else.

Everyone now knows me for jumping on the Afropolitan Vibes stage at Freedom Park doing the fire dance. Asides the fact that I have now become recognisable from behind, there is a certain freeing experience about being able to let go and just be. It translates into a burst of fearless energy – one that says you can go into the world and conquer without restriction. This isn’t me advocating that everyone start rump shaking at the slightest opportunity, but sometimes you need to throw away the composure, let loose and live a little.

Learn to Enjoy Your Own Company
I talk a lot about friendships and positive relationships, but I think it’s also important to get confortable in your own company. Go watch a movie by yourself sometimes. Go to a restaurant and order a meal by yourself or travel somewhere by yourself. I have found, from experience, that it helped me reflect even more and consequently increased my sense of self-awareness. It also helped with not needing people to constantly validate me. Most of all, I discovered there is an inner strength that comes with taking ownership of yourself and there is a certain confidence derived from knowing you are capable.

Re-evaluate and Re-affirm
As life goes insecurities can always overwhelm you, confidence waxes and wanes but you need to re-evaluate and re-affirm yourself. Whether you do that by learning new things, reading new material, or shouting out chants to yourself in the mirror, you just need to get up and keep it moving. My own personal mantra is that I have been placed here for a reason. I will be doing my creator a disservice and robbing the world of so many things by letting my insecurities affect my confidence to the point that I don’t live the best life I can. The other thing about affirmation is that you have to genuinely believe it. It’s not make-up that strips off with the water down the drain or a nice dress you take off at night. It’s not that kind of temporal confidence. This is the one that stays even after gravity has taken its course.

Own Your Story
I recently spoke to a lady over the radio who felt that she lacked confidence because she always felt like a “Village Girl’ as a result of her rural up bringing. She didn’t feel cool enough so was too timid to speak because she feared she would make a fool of herself. For this same reason she didn’t try out new experiences either.

Sometimes, we don’t realise that our greatest asset can just be our own unique experiences and being ourselves. We are constantly learning from one another through our lives and experiences and as we all know knowledge is power and surely there is power in confidence. Comedians have been making money from their stories for centuries. Ask the late Richard Pryor and all the Warri comedians cleaning out from packed arenas. Owning your story sometimes even makes you more endearing and humane to others,sometimes even inspiring. This means there is nothing to be ashamed off, talk more of making it an insecurity.

I think that the mind is one of the most powerful tools we could ever own. This means you constantly have to wield it to your will. It is a lot of work but as they say impossible is just a word.

Feel free to share the experiences that have shaken your confidence and tips for rebuilding.

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Stripped & Unveiled! Wana Udobang Releases a Film Adaptation of Her Short Story ‘Shrink’

Posted by 9jasouth on 10/29/2014
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Wana Udobang goes deep and raw in this one and we love it. Adapted from her short story titled ‘Shrink’, this ‘experimental film’ shows us a young woman who is struggling with the battle between her person and society’s perception of her body.
The story was originally published on Brittle Paper, a literary blog curated by Ainehi Edoho.
The film was directed by Wana Udobang, & shot and edited by Imoh Majorboy Umoren.
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House Of Commotion by ff@husband_materia

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When Dozie’s mum died his world crashed, the shock was something he knew he would never get over it, though his mum and dad always quarreled

and fought, this was a closely guarded secret because whenever the family were out they would put an act that would make people believe that they were living in peace, many people wished their families were like thiers.
Whenever the fight gets heated its a total disaster, his mum would scatter almost every electrical appliance in the house, she would shatter the television while his dad would be busy chasing her round the house, if he gets a hold of her he would punch and hit her like his intentions were to kill her, sometimes whenever they are fighting Dozie would sit in the control room of thier CCTV and watch helplessly while they tear themselves apart.
It was a rainy day as Dozie got home from school, under the heavy downpour he noticed the gate to their house was open which was quite unusual, as he walked into their compound he noticed a police van parked inside their house, as the compound was flooded, he knew something was not alright, as he opened the door to the house and saw two police officers standing while the lifeless body of his mum dangled from the fan, his dad was sitting on the sofa crying while mum’s elder sister Aunty Nimi was consoling him, the ugly sight made Dozie scream out in pain, running towards his mum, the policeman nearest to him, grabbed him and took him out of the house.
He was told his mum left a suicide not telling how sorry she was for the action she took and that she was duped of all her money and the person she borrowed money from was on her neck, the burial came and passed as all the family members that gathered during the burial had travelled back to their various destinations, days turned to weeks and slowly months were now counted, his mum’s picture that was displayed everywhere in the house when she was alive all dissappeared one after the other, some weeks Dozie stayed home alone, if his dad was not away on business purposes he would come back home late in the night drenched of the stench of alcohol.
“Dozie its time we move on with our lives, yes I love your mom but I think we need a female in this house, someone to cook and keep the house clean, you and I can’t be battling in the kitchen everytime” his dad said to him over breakfast
“Let’s get a maid, I was thinking you will never say that dad” replied Dozie
His dad paused for a while, took a bite from his bread and drank a sip of his tea and then continued
“Am not talking of a maid Dozie, I need a wife, am getting a new wife, I deemed it fit to tell you as my son”
Like the hallowing sound of the long cathedral bell being rang on a chilly sunday morning, those words pierced through his ears, he was speechless as he watched his father continue with his meal.
The agreed weekend for the new wife to come had finally reached, at first Dozie was reluctant to arrange and clean the house as his father had instructed but when he wokeup that morning to the sight of his dad holding a broom and sweeping the compound, from the balcony he watched his father and felt pity on him and then decided to assist him in other house chores, Exactly 12 O’clock when they had finished preparing jellof rice and chicken, both were decked in their best clothings, Dozie wondered why is father was taking every too serious as if the said new wife won’t spend the rest of her life with him in that house, they heard a car honk outside and they both walked out of the house together while Dozie ran to the gate and opened it wide for the car to drive in, he could barely see who was in the car as it had tinted windscreen but when the car came to a halt inside the compound, Dozie closely watched as he walked back to where his dad was standing, both doors of the front seats of the car opened, first to catch his sight was a young fair girl in her late teen ages with her long hair and bum shorts straddling a backpack as she had her earpiece plugged to her ears, while a tall fair lady who is almost twice the height of Dozie’s father came out of the car with a cigarrete in her hand, shocked to his feet Dozie stood their watching as the lady smiled at my dad and then ran towards him saying
“Sweetheart! Am so happy”
They kissed right before me!, as she grabbed my dads butt and squeezed it, while I stood there looking at the girl whose face was buried in her phone, when they finally came out of their eroctic display of love, she turned toDozie who gave out a fake smile so as not to be tagged an enemy
“Awwwww! That must be Dozie Junior, I have heard a lot about you, my name is Cynthia and that’s my daughter Paris, but you can call me mom from today” Cynthia said
Rubbing Dozie’s head like he was a pet, he starred at his dad who was smiling sheepishly and then shook his head, Dozie shook hands with Cynthia, Paris removed the earpiece from her ears and said
“Where is my room please! Enough of the pleasantries”
Dozie’s father opened the door and the rest of them joined him inside the house
“Wow what is that am percieving” Cynthia asked
“My delicacy baby! I prepared something nice for you, let me go get it” Dad replied
As Dozie’s father walked into the kitchen, Dozie ran inside the kitchen with him
“Dad that woman smokes! Are you comfortable with that?” He asked
“C’mon boy! She stayed in London all her life so smoking to them is not a bad thing as we stereotype smokers as bad people in nigeria”
The living room was always littered with cigarrette stubs while Paris stayed indoors most of the times, on several occasion Dozie had tried to strike a conversation with Paris, she snubbed him most of the times or gave a flimsy excuse so as to be left alone.
So for companionship Dozie sneaked in his girlfriend into the house in one of those days his dad travelled out of town for business, inside the confines of his room they made love twice as Gloria his girlfriend moaned all through the sex bout, when it was getting dark he passed through the back of the house and sneaked Gloria out of the house and then walked into the house from the front door, he ran into Cynthia who was seated in the living room smoking and watching television, she looked at him and smiled
“Bad boy! I needed to confirm if it was you that was making that girl moan like that upstairs” she said
A woman Dozie looked upon as his new mom talking about sex in such an explicit way was sordid to his ears, he looked the other way and tried to walk past her as she added
“I wish you father was agile in bed like you, its been long a man made me feel that way”
As Dozie walked out on her into the hallway, he saw Paris standing by the hallway wearing her night gown
“Don’t mind mom, she is a crazy woman, please whatever she does don’t fuck her, what will you be doing with an old woman when young girls like us still exist” she said
Paris plugged her earphones, waddled her tiny waist back into her room, as he laid on his bed that night he prayed for his dad to come back soonest for he was trapped in the middle of two horny women who wants their burning sexual urge between their thighs to be quenched by him
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Beyonce Inks Deal with Topshop Athletic to Launch Activewear

Posted by 9jasouth on 10/29/2014
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Great news Beygency! Beyonce is set to launch an active wear label with Topshopthat will include clothing, footwear and accessories across dance, fitness and sports categories.

The label is yet to be named but is in partnership with British retailer Parkwood Topshop Athletic Ltd.
Speaking on the new partnership today, Beyonce said; “I could not think of a better partner as I continue to grow the Parkwood business. I have always loved Topshop for its fashion credentials and forward thinking“. “Working with its development team to create and produce a technical and fashion-led collection is exciting and I’m looking forward to participating in all aspects of this partnership.”
Philip Green of Arcadia (Operators of Topshop) has stated that this is more than his other conventional collaborations – it is a partnership.
We can’t wait to break a sweat in them!
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Geraldine Ogwe: Love & Photo Editing Tools

Posted by 9jasouth on 10/29/2014
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Golden came to visit me after three years of our not seeing each other. I was very excited to see my girlfriend of nineteen years right in my sitting room. Golden is a member of my Circle of Three. She is a friend I can discuss anything with, without fear of being judged or envied. She is a friend that sticks closer than a sister.


Last Saturday, she was dressing up to go out. The kind of dressing up a young lady does and you automatically know it is for a man. I asked her who she was going to meet, and she told me she was going to meet her own Saif Ali Khan (for those who don’t know him, kindly use Google now before you continue reading).
My friend was very excited about meeting this guy whose real name was Silas. I wanted to know more about this guy who gave her heart palpitations. Golden is a hopeless romantic. You may choose to blame it on Bollywood movies. She is a beautiful and intelligent rich lady who wants to finally end up with a handsome and intelligent man. Whenever I told her that she should look beyond the physical attributes of a man, she would tell me that she didn’t want her children to blame her in future. She would tell me that she was protecting the facial rights of her future children. She told me that she was introduced to Silas, sometime in September this year, through her colleague. They hadn’t actually met but they talked a lot on phone and exchanged pictures on Gmail. Whenever they met, she said, it would be very easy for them to identify each other. She told me that ever since she downloaded the first picture of Silas, her heart had fallen in love with him. He was a tall, handsome dude with beautiful long legs and a lot of chest hair. She looked forward to stroking the hair. She told me that she looked forward to lying on Silas’s broad chest. That would be the nearest thing to nirvana she would experience. From the pictures too, she admired his cute forehead. She looked forward to planting a kiss on it as her own way of welcoming him into her life.

The good news to me was that Silas lived in my city. I was happy that she would be visiting more often. Golden and Silas decided to meet at a very nice restaurant for dinner. She wore a lovely red dress and gold shoes. She wanted to give Silas the same feeling Chris de Burgh had when he was writing the Lady in Red song. She looked luscious after dressing up and I told her I would be her driver for that day. At the appointed time, I drove her like the queen she was, to meet her king at their rendezvous.
Silas was punctual. He was already seated inside the restaurant, waiting for her. I was about leaving to allow them get to know each other, when Golden suggested I walk in with her to say hello to Silas before leaving. I agreed. Good idea.
As we sauntered into the room, a young man hollered, “Golden, over here”. She walked to the man and asked him if they had met before and told him she was meeting someone. The man told her that he was SILAS. Golden couldn’t believe her eyes. She dialed Silas number and the “stranger” picked up and said, “I told you”.
Me (to Golden): Is this he that is to come or do we wait for another?
Golden: This man is not my Saif Ali Khan.
Golden asked Silas about the man in the pictures and he couldn’t utter a good explanation.
Silas was older looking in person and had tobacco stained teeth. A combination of Colgate, Oral B and Maclean toothpastes would not give him the dental miracle he truly needed. His wrinkled forehead was not exactly the forehead she looked forward to kissing. Silas was also five inches shorter in person. He was the exact opposite of the man she saw in those pictures that gave her dreamy nights. That was not the man she fell in love with. That Silas was not the reason she wasted her Mary Kay that night. Well, nerves were frayed and that dinner did not hold. Golden is a financially independent lady who hates lies and not a stranded girl that can pretend there is peace in the land so she can get transport fare back home.
I consoled her and jokingly told her that Silas of the Bible praised his way out of the prison. Maybe this Silas could praise his way out of non-attractiveness.
Golden was a victim of deceitful photo editing.
Six years ago, my neighbor fell in love on Facebook and decided to meet the lady who had captured his heart. The venue was Bar Beach. As soon as he saw the girl, he knew that truly there was a thin line between love and hatred. The girl in question misled him and sent him deceitful photographs, (emphasizing on the chest region because he told her he liked big breasts), only for him to discover that she had a disfigured leg. He didn’t bother to even pretend for one day. He did a 360degree turnaround back to town.
I think that people should worry about editing their hearts and pockets, not their photographs. We all want to look good in photographs but highly misleading photographs sent to intended dates are signs of low self esteem and self-hatred.
Even though the eyes feed before the mouth, I think that if you are good hearted, no matter how your face looks, you will always meet good people who would accept you. Nobody wants to be with a beautiful devil. Everybody wants to be with who treats them right and everybody wants to be with people who are confident. Smiling has a way of enhancing confidence and making people look beautiful. You should try it.
You can edit your photographs for your private enjoyment but don’t mislead someone you want to have a relationship with (prior to meeting them). They may never accept the new and real you. If your face is a disqualifier, never send a picture before a blind date. Let the person willingly accept you or reject you based on your face and not based on a lie. If someone rejects you on a blind date because of how you look without caring to know you better, believe me, it is their loss. If someone rejects you because you made them feel you were more handsome or beautiful than you actually were, then it is your own loss by stupidity.
If Silas had been more confident and not sent deceitful pictures to Golden, she wouldn’t have walked away that night. She would have given him audience. The Golden I know would sacrifice anything to make her man feel loved. It is not for nothing that she is nicknamed Destiny Changer.
You are not the creator of your body but the caretaker of your body. People will only see you how you make them see you. You must be comfortable with what you look like and also make genuine efforts to take care of your body. That is self- love.
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