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Sunday, 16 November 2014
Friday, 14 November 2014
A MUST READ "Double Trouble"
In case you you are just joining us, read up here (1) (2) (3) (4)
..Leaving the gate to the front of my landlord's store, just outside the compound I saw that the old man had locked his shop and there wasn't any need for me to have not walked out majestically and boldly as I ought to. Once the rain starts or it gets a little dark, he would close the store and go inside his house with his small radio always in his armpit like an Hausa man. I respect him for one thing though. He is a pool of knowledge having served the government during the colonial era and partly during the civilian dispensation. He would tell me a lot of stories about those times, boasting and expecting praises from me the listener to applaud him. He would always say, "I served my country well" and beat his chest to that, telling me how many National Honours he should have received if there weren't dirty politics in the system and how they are given. Ever since he retired from active service, his source of sustenance has been from his property located at different areas in town and his grown up children. If not for his second child Jide, whom he has always talked about and boasted that he is doing well in Abuja, he would have lost one of his lands along the major expressway, to those hungry Nike boys. The store he is managing in front of his house is not necessarily because he depends upon that for a living but just for him to have something physical that he is doing; but he is so greedy and very stingy. Upon all his boasting and all that, he must always make sure that you pay him the last kobo you are supposed to pay him. He will never sell something to you on credit, NEVER! even if you are dying. He will always say that creditors are no friends of his and that the government is still owing him what they are supposed to pay him after giving them all his life. He is a disciplined man. At least ever since his wife died about 11yrs ago as he said, he has not remarried and personally, I have never seen or caught him with any woman. He is a church warden in catholic church and would always want me to come to his church, boasting that it's the only true church christ himself instituted; an argument I have never given him the chance to win me in. Among all his tenants, he would always want to talk and discuss at length with me and Iyke because according to him, he would always say that he likes me because I reason fast, and Iyke because they both discuss political issues.
Arriving at the viewing centre, the whole place was so lighted and lively with heavy music booming out into the air. I didn't have that venue in mind initially. I just wanted to dash into one of the random beer joints in my street to see the match with a bottle of soft drink or pay them #50 and seat for the game, but I suddenly decided to make the outing count while on our way out. I had branched to the ATM and swept clean all I have got in my account into my wallet. We alighted from the taxi, settled the cab man and made our way into the venue. She made me cross her hand with mine holding it up just like one would hold a handbag as we moved into the arena. She became all over me with gists after gists, clinging unto my body and laughing heartily and so playful to the notice of everyone. That day was my third day of going to that very bar. The first time was during Iyke girlfriend's birthday party. After which I have visited the place only once with Jenny on a sunday evening to chill out. The place is so fun and lively though, with their lap dancers, comedians and music performers. Their suya joint is superb, their 'point-and-kill' and fish barbecue tastes excellent. They have nice and beautiful ushers. A very large place with club and lodging accommodation too, but be sure to pay through your nose for any of their services. Their beer goes for #500 per bottle not to talk of others like hard drinks if that's what I cared for. I would drink about 2 bottles as against 5 that's normally my take and would be satisfied as though I have taken 10 bottles because of the expenses. The waitress came after a while and brought our order.
The match had also begun around 7:45pm. "Baby, when will the match finish?" Pamela asked, placing her head on my shoulders, pressing her phone with little or no interest at all on the ongoing football match. "It's 90mins game" I responded with a shrug."Mmmtcheew....ok" she said. I ignored her, picked a strap of the suya with a toothpick into my mouth, and sipped my beer gently to push it down and concentrated on the game.
The game had lasted into the 90mins normal play, and now into the first half of extra time and might probably go into penalties but we were yet to take our dinner. "Baby, I'm hungry" she said, and continued "Do they sell food here?" she asked. "Yeah, let's get something and eat" I responded. We made the order and the food was served afterwards. I was sure to go into borrowing that night as my bill would definitely be more than the whole money I have got but at the same time, I need to still act as though it's not a big deal. I was also sure that the 5k 'last card' I had withdrawn from the ATM will be exhausted, leaving nothing absolutely in my pocket. I became humble in thought immediately, thinking of how do we get home from here, how do I pay all the bill am sure will arise from all we have ordered and eaten? I felt so uncomfortable. And it was not like my mother would send anything to me in school anytime soon or for the rest of that month. She had warned me sternly not to call her for anything for the rest of the month and it's just 15th day of the month on the calendar. I pity the poor woman anyway, having sent me money twice earlier that month. After loosing my Dad in an accident involving other three staff of their company where he worked as an Engineer, when she thought life would be so sweet and just two months after having my only sister, she was left to cater for me and my sister all by herself. But I thank God for the kind of courage she has anyway. She has always given us the best; me and my only sister Chekwube from what she makes from her midwife job and as a matron in our Local Government Health Centre. She had used her earnings to complete the building project my late Dad started in the village and also to train us in school. I remember when I got admission newly. She was so excited that she almost emptied everything she has got to make sure she gives me the best. She didn't argue much when I told her I didn't want to live in the school Hostel. I had conditioned her mind to believe that not only will the Hostel environment and the toilet spread disease, but will as well affect my comfort thereby distracting me academically. She believed me at once. She was quick to pay for my apartment even though it was a bit costly and also equipped it with necessary things I needed. I lacked nothing during my first year in school. It would have been a double blessing for me if uncle Benjamin, my mum's elder brother liked the course I was given to study in the university. He had wanted me to study Law in school but I chose Public Administration and he has remained unhappy with me since then. After sending me 400 Dollars from the U.S last year, when he heard I got admission, he has ceased the favour on the ground that he asked me to go for Law. Well, I didn't and wont depend on him. Maybe he will favour Chekwube my younger sister whom he has grown so fond of, calling her every now and then. He has started putting the idea of studying Med-Rehab on her head. Maybe the young girl will or maybe she will not.
Pamela had offered to pay for all we had eaten that night even without me asking her to do that or giving her the impression that I was out of cash. She had called the waitress that served us and was making the payment through POS with her ATM card as I was returning from the convenience where I went to pass hot urine in an attempt to calm my troubled spirit..
Q-therapy
Tuesday, 11 November 2014
Village Square Meeting!!!
Hello everyone, it's your girl Gina! . It's our first UMUNNA meeting, and I wish to start by saying that I am hundred percent grateful to God and to 'you' my wonderful BV. Thanks for always checking back on the blog, thanks for leaving a comment (special shout out to Ifeanyi, Carlos, Ella, Chima, George, Gucci, Jabyke , our new sister - Chizzy and all the anons), thanks for the re-bcs, thanks for putting up to my not so 'wow' blogging attitude.
I want to humbly beg that you put up with my soon to start epileptic blogging attitude, it is because I am going to be in school fully soon and as such might not have plenty time to blog. I however promise to keep bringing 'Double Trouble' and other pieces of news every now and then.
Thank you again for reading this.
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| See you later....make I reach department abeg....byeee |
Rochas Okorocha now a presidential aspirant?
Hahahah I no fit shout! Nigerian politics is becoming so messy. OK o, if na unto prophesies, my brother Evangelist Celx prophesied something similar and I shared it sometime ago, please read here and be sure to start warming up to be president. NB: it has been prophesied!!!
WOW! the Joys of Motherhood (Pics)
So Northwest painted her mum a bag
Though the art is not so 'wow' , Kim still rocked it most gracefully!
Though the art is not so 'wow' , Kim still rocked it most gracefully!
See what she said after sharing the picture on her instagram handle
Hurray! another GGC Diva is celebrating today! happy birthday Uju
A MUST READ "Double Trouble" (Am Very Sorry This Is Coming Now)
.......she exclaimed trying to dial him back. I unconsciously held her hand to stop her from calling back the man as if I had something to say to her before the call. "What?!" she asked with puzzled look on her face. I withdrew my hand immediately allowing her to go on with the call saying "nothing". "It's my Dad I'm calling no be guy o...come and see it if you are in doubt" she said. I ignored her and stood up from the bed making my way to the bathroom for a shower.The drama I just exhibited was out of fear I unconsciously develop whenever she mentions her Dad. I don't know him in person but I always imagine him and how 'military' he could be. I don't know if I should call him a personal phobia I have or something. But in all, I have never for once made Pamela believe or suspect that I feel so for a second.
I went into the bathroom and turned the shower to bath as her voice was still ringing like bell from the room, on phone with her Dad. She joined me in the bathroom afterwards dismissing her Dad on-call with a hearty laughter "bye-bye this man" she said still laughing out loud. "Ok, I will call you when I get the alert" she said again and ended the call with "bye". She then steps into the bathroom and stood by the doorway resting her shoulder on the frame and staring at me while I was getting my shower. "Nwa Daddy" I said as I was rinsing my soapy body filled with foam. She bursts into loudable laughter and steps full into the bathroom. She got her shower cap she had kept on the bathroom rail the first time she took her bath there and wore it. I rushed my bath and made way for her. I could have had bath with her like I did yesterday when she came but I wasn't really prepared for that play, though I know she wouldn't mind. I got out of the bathroom and started to dress up. I first wore one of my casual polo since I didn't intend to go far with a pair of black jean trouser, but I decided to change to something better because she just might like to accompany me wherever I told her I wanted to go, with an excuse that she wouldn't like to be alone in the house. I undressed quickly and changed to something entirely different. She came out shortly after with towel above her breast and seeing me dreesed up already, she smiled and said, "Baby, I love you I swear. Wow, that shirt look really nice on you" she paused still glaring at me and continues, "where are you up to? Don't leave me alone here again o" she said. "Ok, dress up" I simply said with a mild chuckle. The shirt she is praising this much was given to me as a gift on my last birthday by Jenny. She had traveled to Onitsha to her eldest brother's house to spend some time with the wife who was delivered of a baby through cesarean, after our last semester exams and bought me that shirt and a wrist watch with five pairs of 'boxers' on her return and presented to me on my last birthday. I remember how Don-Kay my very good friend wanted so much to take that shirt from me with an offer of #3k in exchange and I refused.
She made to her bag by the wardrobe corner and brought out her cream and make-up kit from the bag that contained her clothing to start preparing. I just cancelled the next 30 minutes of my time and allocated it to her because I know what it's like hurrying up a woman to rush her make-up. Its like hurrying up an ATM to be fast with dispense of your cash especially when the bank network is slow. No one will tell you to be humble and wait patiently until the whole process is over. I sat and relaxed back on the bed already fully prepared, waiting for her to get through with that. After she was done with the whole lot of making up, she started to dress up. "Come, I go leave you o" I said still relaxing on the bed. She responded nothing as she was almost done and was putting back her things back to the wardrobe. Looking at both of us after the whole preparation and our outfit would make you think that we were up for one serious show in town. Personally, I had prepared to go out alone that night to watch the Champions league between Chelsea and Barcelona at the viewing centre and I didn't intend to go with her at first bearing in mind that before the game could be over, it would have been a late night.
It was 6:40pm and yes, we were good to go. The rain had also stopped. What she wore gave me morale and confidence that it was as if it were planned hitherto for us both to look good and go out. She is a lover of bum shots and she has different collections in her wardrobe. The very one she wore that day was a jean bum shot that reveals a complete physiognomy of her butts' shape and size, with a sleeveless top and a long light jacket to fit over her figure eight shaped little, but hot body. Her cleavage was sure very pronounced in that outfit, pushing up her boobs to the notice of even the blind. She then applied her lip-gloss and wore her high school converse to complete the dress and I couldn't say more but confess "Pamela, if na to say you tall small eh....I mean just smaaaaal, you for fine seriously". She gives a mild laughter as she checks her self out a final time facing the standing mirror on the wall responding, "wetin for happen?, I no fine before? Come let's go joor". "Go where" I queried. "Where you been wan make we dey go before ni?" she replied standing akimbo, blinking her long eye lashes like that of Nicki Minaj. I smiled and said, "I dey go use you do rituals". "Hahahaha...see who dey talk" she retorted. I stood up from the bed, picked my wallet on top of the TV and we left.
We stepped out from the room moving towards the gate, picking our steps and flashing my Nokia phone torchlight on the ground to see the road, should we fell into porthole or rain water on the ground. The just concluded downpour had messed the ground so bad and also made the day dark ahead of time. I opened the gate gently to prevent it from making louder noise as it does always. Leaving the gate to the front of my landlord's store, just outside the compound I saw the old man.....
#Q-therapy
Next date :Friday
I must say this...Alex is a cheat joor
LOVELY! Basketmouth's wife reflects on their past
Basket Month Wife shared throw back photos of them with a story of how they struggled in the early days of their union – when he barely had nothing.
Sending across a message to the young ladies of today who crave after already ‘made men’, she said “’Kai dose days we used to put mattress on the floor in iponri estate…and it was still beautiful….Thank u so much Lord for bringing us dis far #TBT #myboyfriendwasuglydenshabutlovedidnotletmenotice (my boyfriend was ugly then but love didn’t let me notice) #myboyforlife #mylove #myjoy #mylife #sogratefulLord #Happyanniversarymydarling@basketmouth”
The 'kissing bug' disease: Worse than Ebola!
Researchers at the annual gathering of tropical medicine experts have warned of a deadly disease from abroad that is threatening world health. They weren't talking about Ebola, but chagas, the "kissing bug" disease.
Called a silent killer because it's often hard to diagnose in the early stages, chagas is a parasitic infection that can lead to serious cardiac and intestinal complications and even death. It typically spreads through blood-sucking "kissing" bugs that bite on people's faces during the night and is estimated to affect seven to eight million people worldwide. The disease can also be spread from blood transfusions, organ transplants and congenital transfer from mother to child, according to the CDC. Until recently it was considered a problem only in Mexico, Central America and South America. Over the past few years, the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention has seen cases across half the United States, but in most cases the victims were believed to have been infected abroad.
As recently as 2012, scientists expressed worry about the "globalization" of chagas.
The researchers analyzed blood donors in Texas between 2008 and 2012 and found that one in every 6,500 donors tested positive for exposure to the parasite - a figure that is 50 times higher than the Centers for Disease Control estimate. Now a team of researchers from Baylor College of Medicine in Houston is challenging that assumption. During a presentation at the American Society of Tropical Medicine and Hygiene meeting in New Orleans, epidemiologist Melissa Nolan Garcia said her team had been following 17 Houston-area residents who had been infected. At least six of them appeared to have been infected locally as they had had insignificant travel outside the United States. Most of the patients spent a lot of time outdoors or lived in rural areas where the bugs are thought to live. The Baylor group also collected 40 kissing bugs near homes in 11 central-southern Texas counties and found that half had fed on human blood as well as that of a dozen kinds of animals ranging from dogs to raccoons.
"We were astonished to not only find such a high rate of individuals testing positive for chagas in their blood, but also high rates of heart disease that appear to be chagas-related," Nolan Garcia said in a statement released by the tropical medicine society.
The researchers said that while the number of cases is growing, physicians' awareness of the disease is lagging. When caught in the early stages, the disease can be treated with two drugs, nifurtimox and benznidazole, but if asymptomatic infections are allowed to progress they can lead to serious complications. Many of those who are now recognized as having the disease were flagged after they donated blood and had never been treated for the disease before that.
Virginia was identified by the Baylor researchers as one of the states having a higher number of cases but health officials in the state this summer cautioned that news reports of the disease being prevalent in the area are overstated.
Source:the independent
Chidimma Ekile features her mom in new single (Photo)
It is said that the Kedike crooner got her singing trait from her mom who is also a good singer. Now we can't expect less from a duo like this!
The song entitled 'Martha' is set to be released today!
I woke up to this bad news! Mshewww
A teenage suicide bomber on Monday killed 47 schoolchildren and three teachers on the assembly ground of the Government Comprehensive School in Potiskum, Yobe State.
At least 98 other students and teachers were seriously injured in the incident which occurred hours after Northern governors called on President Goodluck Jonathan “to declare a total war and eliminate Boko Haram in our midst before the 2015 elections.”
A victim of the blast
#very graphic photo
May their souls rest in peace
Friday, 7 November 2014
REVEALED! the navy SEAL that killed Osama (photos)
UK Daily Mail has revealed the identity of the Navy Seal who shot terror chief Osama bin Laden dead in the special force's most famous operation at Abbottobad, in Pakistan, on 2 May 2011. His name is Rob O'Neill, 38, (pictured above), a highly-decorated veteran who quit after 16 yrs service.
O'Neil waived his anonymity recently and agreed to sit down with Fox News later this month to talk about his life and that operation that finally brought some peace to America and its allies.
In an exclusive interview with MailOnline Rob's father, Tom O'Neill, said he's not afraid that his son has gone public "People are asking if we are worried that ISIS will come and get us because Rob is going public. I say I'll paint a big target on my front door and say come and get us.'
The US military are not in agreement of his coming out now to talk about the operation and he now faces being frozen out of its circles for these closely-held secrets.
He is now a regular motivational speaker. He talks about applying the lessons of his time in the SEALs to business decision making.
O'Neill is the second SEAL of the 23 involved in the raid to make his identity public. He said his decision to speak out was prompted by losing some of his military benefits by quitting the SEALs after 16 years rather than staying for a full 20 years of service.
Tuesday, 4 November 2014
Hon. Obahiagbon reaction to Tambuwal's treatment
........Whatever may be the oracular oration of the police in denuding Tambuwal of his security apparatchik,thi
#truth be told, I don't understand what he is saying
#Sosthenes please help!
BTW Aminu Tambuwal, the Speaker of the House of Representatives de camped from the PDP to the APC and people have been criticizing the IGP on the unjust actions he took towards the speaker
A MUST READ "Double Trouble"
"But when will all this landlord rubbish stop?" I thought to myself. Well, soon enough, I will prove a point to him. The reason why I had to hide Pamela from his sight is a story of its own that I will tell you on subsequent note. There was a brief silence after that interrogation as we both maintained our original positions. "But is that why you finished the noodles before I came back?" I asked squeezing my face to show dissatisfaction in a funny manner. She laughed so loudly and said, "Me give you wetin? I pray o. I finished it joor...". "If I hear" I replied as I stood up to look for clues where I use to keep my food and dishes. She had served the food and used another plate to cover it. It was still a bit warm as I lifted it. It was really appetising I must confess. She used fried egg to cover it completely that you would only see the noodles partly. "Wow, this looks very appetising Pammy" as I would always call her each time I want to tease her. She smiled at me instantly "Go and bath before you eat o, dirty boy" she said. I had taken my second spoon before she could finish what she was saying. The taste was irresistible and she knows quite well I like noodles from our previous discussions. I rushed the meal as though I have not eaten in centuries. She was just looking at me as I gulped down each spoonful I took and making jest of me doing that. I took the last spoon, opened the refrigerator and brought out the last Chivita orange juice to wash the meal down. She was watching my little drama as I was doing all that and laughing heartily. I drank directly from the juice pack and gave out a loud belch to conclude the meal adventure.
"Aha!, this was indeed a wonderful meal, sweetie" I said and continued "You are a sweetheart, you are simply the best". She smiled mischievously and turned her face to the other side of the bed using the pillow to shield her face as though she was shy. I moved closer to her on the bed and removed the pillow gently from her face. I then gave out a second belch; this time, very close to her ear. "Ewwww..." she said laughing and clinging unto the foam and bedspread covering her face. “You suck!" she said. I laughed and tried turning her to face me while she shut her eyes firmly with a smile. The rain had begun to drop more intensely this time and the clattering sound was all over the roof. I gently caressed her forehead with my right thumb, and pressed her cheeks gently towards her lips. She opened her eyes and looked at me directly into my eyes. I maintained the frequency caressing all over her body. My brown stripe polo which she wore was loose on her small body so it wasn't really hard for me to slip my hand into her chest and mount my palm on her heap of flesh on her chest, fondling it gently. She giggled at this gesture and raised her alms over my neck, dragging my lips to hers. She kissed me as though she has never kissed ever in her life. I rolled my tongue into her mouth and got entangled with her tongue as she wiggled and twisted it back and forth into my mouth and back into hers. My hand kept moving from one heap of flesh to the other in a steady frequency, using the tip of my thumb to rub the nipples gently as I busied my lips on the other side too. I adjusted myself a little bit to get a better comfort to enable me remove the shirt. This I did gently to reveal the full sized boobs smiling at me with the pointed nipples turgid and pushed out like a snail antenna. I gently used the tip of my tongue to kiss it before I mounted my lips to suckle it, giving her a sensation that made her start breathing heavily and kissing me at a faster frequency with indistinct mutterings. I then slipped my hand in between her thighs and made my way into her 'down below'. She slightly adjusted her laps, separating it a bit to grant me access. I kept on caressing her smoothly and finally launched my fingers on that creamy and juicy little piece of flesh in between her legs. It was an extreme exciting feeling for her as she was giggling up and down, jerking and stammering my name, "Alex, Alex, Alex". I pulled the piece of linen she used to cover that place down and had her at full size all to myself. She was completely dripping in creamy wetness and I didn't stop doing the finger works until her voice was all over the room in excitement. "Baby, Alex, I want to urinate, I want to pee, please, baby, I love you, Ahh, hmmmm..." She kept on and on as I maintained the frequency and the next thing I saw surprised me. She expelled a clear and hot fluid like urine from her body to the other side of the wall. I knew what that was so, I didn't stop. She relaxed all the more on the bed, lying so lifeless on the bed and muttering indistinctly. She was breathing heavily like someone who fell from a four-story building, still crossing her legs over my back loosely. I adjusted myself a bit to get a slight space to enable me lunch-in my 'joy-stick' into her. She opened her mouth, gasping for air as I went in slowly. She crippled her legs, squeezing and biting her lips as the 'thing' went in slowly, using my hand to direct it into the right entrance. I then removed my hand slowly from the 'joy-stick' to get a balance to thrust-in and out slowly. "Ahh!...baby easy" she muttered. I kept in and on, doing my thing like I should and like it's my right.
I gave out a soft roaring sound as I felt my thick-hot fluid injecting into her and I was like, "Yes, we made some good loving". I fell on my back too staring at the ceiling and panting softly as she was also. The rain was still on and in a very steady frequency. We remained like that, apart and speechless on bed for about 20 minutes. She turned her back at me, facing the wall while I lay flatly staring at the ceiling. Shortly after, she turned her face looking at me and gave out a mischievous smile. "Stop looking at me" she said trying to use her hand to cover my eyes as I moved my face slightly away from her hand in defence. After a while, she crawled up slowly towards me and rested her left hand on my chest, caressing my chest and the hairs on it gently. "Baby, you nearly killed me..." she said raising her hand from my chest to my nose. She grabbed it and squeezed it so hard as I struggled to breathe and said, "Bad boy. See how innocent you look but snake better pass you". I gave out a mild smile with a chuckle "Hmm, I bad pass you?" I asked a scornfully, withdrawing my body from hers slowly. Still lying naked on the bed, she pulled a part of the bedspread and used it to cover her body partly. She stretched her hand a little bit above her head and picked her phone under the pillow to press. "Oh my God, I had a missed call from my Dad o" .....
Q-Therapy
Hmmmmm Mr Q no go kill person! Let's see what happens on Friday shaa
Happy birthday to this beautiful lady with a beautiful heart! I call her 'Vivy'
Monday, 3 November 2014
Who is Burberry's Christmas campaign star?
wow@@
#he is really cute! What do you think??
#me thinks this little guy has stolen the spotlight from his parents (lol)
