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There is no denying that pink lips are an attractive facial feature as against dark lips. Pink lips are even more cherished by the women folk but whether male or female, pink lips will always be chosen over dull or discoloured lips. There are simple steps one can take to achieve the pink lips effect and listed below are some cheap and easy ones. Exfoliate With a Toothbrush: Using a toothbrush to exfoliate comes at no extra cost since we all brush our teeth daily. Simply dampen a soft-bristled toothbrush and rub on your lips in circular motions. What this does is to peel off the dead skin and allow blood flow to your lips making them soft and pink. Make Use of a Lip Scrub: Get two tablespoons of coarse white or brown sugar and mix with a tablespoon of honey, add a tablespoon of olive oil and apply a little of the mixture to your lips. You can rinse off after a minute with warm water. Daily application of this lip scrub leads to pinker lips. Moisturize Your Lips: During hot or cold weathers, the lips tend to become dry or flaky, to prevent your lips from getting chaffed and rough; apply lip balms during the day and petroleum jelly at night. You can also make use of moisturizers like cocoa butter, coconut oil or even olive oil to your lips. Massage Your Lips: Increased blood flow in your lips makes them looks redder or pinker than they actually are. You can increase the circulation of blood to your lips by using ice-cubes to massage your lips. Rub the ice cube gently over your lips daily to achieve the desired effect. Avoid Smoking: You cannot be working towards pink lips and be a smoker. Avoid smoking like the plague as they darken your lips and makes procedures you are applying to your lips ineffective/ Drink Lots of Water: Drinking 8 glasses of water every day will help to keep lip skin soft and prevent it from dying. However you should know to avoid licking lips as this can make lips dry and chapped. Eat Healthy: Your diet is very essential if you are working towards a pinker lips. Eat foods rich in minerals to make your lips beautiful and also make fruits and vegetables as well as vitamins a big part of your diet, they help to nourish the skin which will ultimately lead to healthier and beautiful lips. For more updates, I remain @iamposhkid on Twitter andInstagram. You can also add Poshkid’s Corner BBM Channel with C00396EEB and get instant updates. |
Damilola couldn’t contain her excitement as she saw the flight that she and her friend Anu had been waiting for slowly land on the runway. Her stomach fluttered and she scrounged her hands together in gleeful anticipation. He was finally here! She heaved a sigh of relief as she hugged Anu happily; he was going to be with her shortly. She didn’t have long to wait, another ten minutes and he walked out. Immediately he stepped into sight she rushed towards him and tried to engage him in a heartfelt hug but he brushed her off with a slight frown marring his handsome features, softening the blow with a smile, he squeezed her arm. Her enthusiasm damped a bit but she was undeterred as she mentally reminded herself that he was a shy person and hated public display of affection. Damilola chatted nineteen to the dozen as they went to the car that they had brought to pick him up. Like a newly married couple they settled in the comfortably in the back seat while Anu drove, beaming at them from the mirror once in a while. He was uncomfortably silent and answered her absentmindedly; again she reminded herself that he must be tired from his flight. Who wouldn’t be? He was just arriving from America, give the guy a break she chided herself silently and snuggled closer to him to have a closer sniff *********************************************************************************************************** Damilola stared at her reflection in the mirror, she looked good yet she felt she wasn’t looking pretty enough for him. Did he still like her smile? Did he still find her charming and attractive? Maybe she should have gotten a manicure before he arrived? Her hair looked old. They had been apart two years now and although they had talked every day, she felt something was amiss. She picked up her brush and ran it through her hair as she waited for him to finish from the bathroom. Her eyes strayed to his phone lying on the dresser and she instinctively picked it up. Checking his pictures would be a good way to pass the time she thought as she scrolled to the gallery menu. She laughed at a picture of him cooking in his boxers, then there was one he had flour all over him, the third picture hit her like a bombshell. It was a pretty buxom black woman in her panties posing sexily against the gas cooker with nothing else on. She swallowed involuntarily as she went to the next picture and this time the woman had no panties on, she was winking seductively to the camera with her middle finger up and her tongue dangling out like that of a dog. She dropped the phone as if it burned and dashed at the tears that had found their way to her eyes. The wheels in her head turned and her mouth suddenly became bitter; she didn’t need to be told by a soothsayer that Gbade was cheating on her. Her perfect world as not so perfect at all she thought wryly. She heard the shower going off and knew he must be done, arranging her hair which she had grabbed at in her dismay; she composed herself and put on a saccharine sweet smile. ********************************************************************************************************** Should she confront him? Should she ask him about it? Who was the woman, what was her name, what was she doing in his house? The emotions clashed around in her head and Gbade must have noticed her sudden mood swing because he chose then to ask if she was alright. With a quick bright smile she assured him everything was alright and that she was just tired from having had to wait at the airport and cook him dinner. She was still talking when the phone rang and her eyes darted to the gadget. Mirabel! It was a woman’s name, could that be the woman? She studied his expression and tone as he answered the other woman on the phone. Her studies as a psychology major paid off then. He wouldn’t meet her eyes and he kept on answering in a monologue, there was definetly something about the woman. After his call, she asked sweetly who that was and with a shrug of his shoulder he flipped it off as just another colleague asking if he was Nigeria. She cleared the table and made for the kitchen, the phone rang again and she paused behind the kitchen as she listened to the conversation. He was talking something about being with the other woman he told her of, she should stop calling as he would call her when he had privacy. The hurt welled up and the tears spilled over, she quickly turned on the tap and splashed water over her face, she wouldn’t let him see her cry. So she was the Nigerian girlfriend? Was she the local number to come home to; perhaps just another name on his list? Had she been foolish in love this last two years trying to keep a long distance relationship? She went back to the room and sat gingerly on his lap as she wrapped her arms round his neck and asked if she could see his phone. He stared at her for a second too long then handed it over. She went straight for the gallery and cooed how sweet he looked in the kitchen. When she got to the incriminating photo, she turned to him with a questioning look in her eyes. He smiled and said he wasn’t the one that took the picture. They might have been apart two years didn’t mean she didn’t know when he was lying, she stood up from his laps and cocking her brows asked “How stupid do you think I am Gbade, you have a naked woman in your kitchen with you also posing almost nude and you say it’s not you? Don’t insult my intelligence!” He stared at her sheepishly with the guilt all over his face, bowing his head slightly, he reached blindly for her as she evaded his touch. She ran out of the room as he called to her… To be continued For more updates, I remain @iamposhkid on Twitter andInstagram. You can also add Poshkid’s Corner BBM Channel with C00396EEB and get instant updates. or visit www.poshkidscorner.gidicentral.com |
It has been a while but her memory lingers. When I walk down those roads that we once trudged together, nostalgic memories reminds me of her scent, her walk, her laugh, the taste of her lips against mine; her tongue, soft and probing, pressing against my lips in a gentle demand to be let in to the heaven of my mouth. I am supposed to have move on, it’s been eight long months and many other new memories have been created that should have erased these haunting images from the past but somehow, someway she still lives deep within my core. I try to bury her memories but they taunt me every time they come to the surface in their white, heavenly beauty. A maiden not so fair but so pure in her love a heart of stone would melt. But not mine! It didn’t, rock hard ice; admittedly it melted a bit but not for long before the winds of Antarctica came sweeping to solidify everything back. How I jumped for joy while she yet sought my love, knowing no matter how bad I treated her, at the end of the day, her puppy love will always make her stay. How wrong was I? She found love in the arms of another! How dare she!! I was just beginning to see the divines of her virtues and fall under cupid’s spell, but she was ready to leave. All the tears she had in her she said she had cried for me. Her fears were gone with the night, taken away by her knight. All the words of prayer she had said to the Lord to let me bestow my love upon her. Alas, her prayers were answered but that which she so desperately begged for from me, she had found in the arms of another. I lost her, gone like the wind. Her leaving left me in a blank state and I realized how void my life was without her filling a space I had been too stubborn to admit existed. She slowly faded like a flame in the wind and flickered out like a candle in a storm. My pleas fell on my fair maiden’s deaf ears as she danced to the sonorous melodies from another suitor. Then I remembered the songs she had so loved and how desperately she pled for us to tango, but now she dances so gleefully in the arms of another. Not just another the grapevines say. Multitude worship at her feet now as she bequeaths pleasure upon them, the same she had so shamelessly and generously offered me and I threw to the garbage can. Oh wretch, I think about her! How I think about her so. Will she come back home, to where she belongs? Or will she rather stay where there is comfort? Will she see a changed man in me and be willing to embrace me lovingly as she once did? Or will the warmth of the unending hugs she gets now erode the images of my cold unyielding heart of the past? When next you see my fair maiden, tell her I am here to change the past and moreso I think about her. For more updates, I remain @iamposhkid on Twitter and Instagram. You can also add Poshkid’s Corner BBM Channel with C00396EEB and get instant updates. or visit www.poshkidscorner.gidicentral.com |
I am not going to do Dear Diary like most suckers do. I hate keeping this journal so don’t even expect me to write in it every day. Now that we are clear with that, are you my unborn great grandson or daughter? If not you are just probably some random stranger that likes gossip. I really hate school, like seriously who the hell invented this shit? Still can’t believe some asshole thought that staying in a classroom for about fifteen years if not more of your life is cool? Five years of primary school or six years if you are unlucky enough to have parents that think primary six is cool. Then you go another six years of secondary school life, oh boy no be beans o! That’s if you are smart enough not to repeat a class and let’s not forget the likes of our brother Ciroma Chuwkuma that will write W.A.E.C. forever! After that shit is the next stage of University, four years of wasted time in dungeons if you picked a ‘normal course’. Add an extra two years or so for my eloquent friends that want to fulfill their secret fantasies of being a female and wear wigs (am talking about a lawyer you dimwit). The psychos that like cutting other people up or pervert that will like to examine dicks, vaginas, boobs or asses (whatever suits your fancy Doc). Let’s not forget those poor children that were toy starved as kids and would therefore rather experiment with metals and what have you just to be called inventors and engineers. Did I just say add two years, I forgot the best striker in the world ASUU hasn’t retired from playing we students yet! Biko add like an extra four years, ASUU aims for gold. But as much as I hate school, I am stuck in one because someone out there thinks it is the gateway in life conveniently forgetting the success stories of drop outs and uneducated people. So sometimes I go bonkers and do my idea of normal which according to the bunch of textbook heads around me makes me a freak. Let’s talk about when a lecturer left his zipper down and I asked him innocently if exhibiting his grandpa boxers was part of the course material to be studied this semester? Common! You can’t judge me, I was just trying to contribute to the class, lecturers are always on and on about how students don’t ask questions in class. Please tell me I am not a freak for telling Miss China Doll Lecturer that her camel toe was making the class pastor touch himself secretly in class. Voila! Wasn’t I right, his little junior was right at attention and drooling. Oh and I remember not turning in the video of that History lecturer that was getting a mouth thingy from the school ‘cheerful giver’ in his office so long as I get an A in all his courses and he arranges any babe I want for me too. What is good is not for only one person! Since we have both come to the conclusion I am not a freak, I believe we are going to be best of buddies, in between my name is Timilehin Oluwadairo but just call me Timi. Got to dash now, tell me your name later ok? For more updates, I remain @iamposhkid on Twitter and Instagram. You can also add Poshkid’s Corner BBM Channel with C00396EEB and get instant updates. or visit www.poshkidscorner.gidicentral.com |
I published an article titled “Scenarios You Can Be Friends With Your Ex,” you can read that via http://poshkidscorner.gidicentral.com/2014/08/06/scenarios-you-can-remain-friends-with-your-ex/ if you missed it. I came across a picture on Facebook recently with a guy stating that he doesn’t have any exes, once he breaks up then the chick is dead to him. This brought me to the realization that some people don’t ever and I mean ever want to consider remaining friends with their exes. This could be attributed to different reasons so in this article, I am going to explore five scenarios remaining friends with your ex will be foolhardy. Annoying Exes: Nobody in their right sense seeking sanity and peace of mind wants to ever remain friends with an ex that was nothing but annoying through the course of a relationship. More especially so when the ex seems to be even more clingy after a break up, many people would rather flee than endure such annoying behavior. When You Are Single and Searching: This period is not the most ideal of times in being friends with an ex. They only remind you of what it feels like to be in love and their presence can easily cloud your judgment in wanting to get back together. This may not necessarily be good for you in the long run. When Your Ex Did the Dumping: Remaining friends with an ex is always hard when it is not a mutual breakup and more so if your ex did the dumping. Nobody likes to be walked out on and your motive for wanting to remain friends would be considered suspicious. In truth, you don’t just get over people that fast more so since they left when you were not ready. When You Are Jealous of Your Ex: If the lyrics of Justin Bieber’s “That Should Be Me” or Bruno Mars “When I Was Your Man” is whatever plays in your head whenever you see your ex, then you are not in a good emotional state to remain friends. Seeing her with another guy makes you mad or seeing another chick at the front seat that used to be your favourite position drives you crazy? Take a chill pill and let them live their life without you. Friendship With the Ex is Fruitless: Let’s face it, if you know deep down your heart that remaining friends with an ex is pointless and not going to yield any positive fruit in your life, why even try in the first place? Maybe you even broke up because the relationship was taking more from you than you were benefitting, biko don’t even consider the friendship option twice. Do add your suggestions to other scenarios or situation you think remaining friends with an ex will be next to impossible, I always love the feedbacks. This post was first written for ForCampus.com by the same author as part of his duties as representative to the site. For more updates, I remain @iamposhkid on Twitter and Instagram. You can also add Poshkid’s Corner BBM Channel with C00396EEB and get instant updates. or visit www.poshkidscorner.gidicentral.com |
The silent night listens To the lonely moon’s wails The screeching whistles Music to dancing trees; mocking the wind’s howls Clap clap goes the dance Walking stick of an old woman frail Resigned to fate, seeking not another chance Memories of dungeons and the ghoul Tell me something I don’t know Put me in a boat, don’t row! I have seen it all, the sadness around Let us float where still waters abound Tales of gloom I have to tell Reminiscent of days I was fine and well In majestic splendour I once dwelled In beauty I reveled Oh how the world marveled Vanity upon vanity Life took it all, my best it rivaled Dejected, frustrated, I lost sanity They no longer came near Parasites! They all fled in fear Can’t go back in time The days of my prime The errors of my ways Plague my current days Little young one of mine Stay the night, let us dine So I may tell you of life! For more updates, I remain @iamposhkid on Twitter and Instagram. You can also add Poshkid’s Corner BBM Channel with C00396EEB and get instant updates. or visit WWW.poshkidscorner.gidicentral.com |
This is the third part of the story of Ada and Lizzy, you can read the first part “Don’t Take My Man” and the second part “The Boy is Mine” at www.poshkidscorner.gidicentral under the music stories section. Below is an excerpt from “The Boy is Mine” “Quit acting like the fool Ada, Andrew is beneath us, just a toy to pass time, don’t let this come between us.” Her hands moved so fast Lizzy didn’t see it coming until Ada’s palm hit her cheek. The slap stung and she could feel a bruise swelling as she stared in shock at her best friend. “Get out now Ada before I call my guards on you. You are not welcome here again either.” Ada stared hard at this beautiful monster that was supposed to be her friend and with a loud hiss, she flounced off. Chrous: [Beyonce] (Ay) Let’s not kill the karma (Ay) Let’s not start a fight (Ay) It’s not worth the drama For a beautiful liar [Shakira] Can’t we laugh about it (Ha Ha Ha) (Oh) It’s not worth our time (Oh) We can live without ‘em Just a beautiful liar Lizzy touched her stinging cheeks as Ada left her apartment in a huff. Lizzy couldn’t understand why Ada was so mad; she always claimed she didn’t love Andrew so why all this drama. Whose fault was it therefore if she Lizzy had decided to have a little fun with Andrew? Karma was such a nice bitch! True, Andrew wasn’t the type of guy she would go for normally but she had been bored and a bit lonely lately so she had decided to pass away time with him till a suitable suitor came along. All the male models she worked with and the other men in the beauty industry were just too vain for her liking. Andrew had been a perfect distraction from all of that in all his appealing ugliness. As she considered what had just transpired between her and Ada, she realized that they were making Andrew seem more important than he actually was. Lizzy cursed at herself silently as she made her way to the refrigerator to get ice to apply to her bruised cheek. She didn’t have to fight her best friend over some silly boy. He had gotten her attention by taking advantage of the fact that she had been lonely and needed company. He was nothing but a charming liar, Lizzy turned bright red in embarrassment as she realized what she had done. If the press was to ever get hold of this, they would make a field day out of it and it would quickly escalate into a scandal. That wasn’t going to be good for either her’s or Ada’s careers. She had to make amends with Ada, let them laugh over this and throw Andrew out the door; he wasn’t worth losing their friendship over. Ada was a successful musician and she on the other hand was a sought after model, they could do without him. That evening, a remorseful Lizzy walked into her friend’s home studio and smiled sheepishly from the door. Ada paused and looked up from the piano she was playing on and looked at her with an unwelcoming frown on her face. Slowly advancing into the room, Lizzy started her apology: “I know I did you wrong but really Ada it’s not worth the drama. Andrew is nothing but a deceptive lair, let’s laugh about this. Add it to our list of crazy adventures, it’s not worth our time as we can live without him.” “Tell me how to forgive you, when it’s me who is ashamed,” Ada replied with tears brimming in her eyes. “I know he is not worth it, but no one likes being played.” “I really wish I could free you of the hurt and the pain but the answer to that is simple, he is the one to blame. Boyfriends come and go Ada, friends stay forever.” The tears spilled over then as Ada stood up slowly and shredded the music sheets she had been playing on. “That was some soppy sad love song I was playing. Don’t you ever be such a bad bitch again. Andrew is still got to pay…” “I know when you get like that, don’t worry we are going to make him pay for daring to think he can play us.” Probability of a Continuation… The song “Beautiful Liar” is a song by American singer Beyonce and Latin pop star Shakira. Released on March 14, 2007, the song peaked at number three at the US Billboard hot 100 and reached number 1 in several other countries. Its theme is female empowerment; two female protagonists sing about being charmed by the same man, but instead of fighting over him, both ladies agree that he is not worth their time. For more updates, I remain @iamposhkid on Twitter and Instagram. You can also add Poshkid’s Corner BBM Channel with C00396EEB and get instant updates. Or visit the blog at www.poshkidscorner.gidicentral.com |
(Excerpt From Don’t Take My Man: Ada slumped in the car seat and smiled ruefully to herself. Dear old Dolly knew just how it felt when your man is about to be taken away from you. Just then Brandy and Monica’s “The Boy Is Mine” came one, shaking herself mentally, she realized she wasn’t about to give up without a fight, this boy was hers and it was going to be a fight to the finish.) The Boy is Mine is a continuation of the earlier story “Don’t Take My Man.” You need to give it up. Had about enough. It’s not hard to see, the boy is mine. Ada sashayed into the familiar room that was her best friend’s penthouse apartment. No real best friend would have taken her friend’s man in her books. She headed straight for Lizzy’s bedroom and told her bodyguard to remain in the large living room. She called out for Lizzy as she heard the shower running from the bathroom. ‘Just a moment Ada’ Lizzy called back as the water stopped running. Ada controlled the urge to barge into the bathroom and slap Lizzy silly. Lizzy was all smiles as she came out with nothing but as towel tied around her chest and ending just below her knees. She was an easily beautiful girl and was one of the many reasons she was a success as a model at such an early age. She was tall and slender with a fair complexion skin that reminded you of gold. She had curves in all the right places and was not overtly endowed but would definitely pass for a stunner. Even with her own successful music career, Ada sometimes felt she paled beside her friend. Lizzy was very much aware of her own effect on men and used it to her advantage. Ada had just never expected that Lizzy would play her dirty games to her side. “What’s eating you Ada? You look like someone just killed your favourite pet?” her voice was soft and sounded like soft velvet as she came closer to her best friend. Without uttering a response Ada pushed Lizzy back violently causing the towel to lose and Lizzy stood there mouth agape in all her womanly glory. The picture reminded Ada of a sultrous Jezebel and through gritted teeth she grounded out: “How could you Lizzy? Of all the men to go for, it had to be Andrew? You are nothing but a two timing daughter of a bitch. Nothing more than a filthy guttersnipe.” Lizzy stared unperturbed at her best friend and as Ada finished her angry tirade, she busted out laughing. She calmly picked up the fallen towel and tied it back in place. She sat down calmly and crossed her legs, “I am bored Ada, I needed a new toy and seducing soppy Andrew seemed like fun. I didn’t think you would mind, after all you don’t love him.” She drawled on the last part to drive home a point. “This boy is mine Lizzy, I’m sorry you are bored but you seem confused to know that he belongs to me. So it’s not your place to toy with him.” Ada was fighting a raging battle now not to lose control, she knew that anything they did would be in the media so she had to act carefully. “Quit acting like the fool Ada, Andrew is beneath us, just a toy to pass time, don’t let this come between us.” Her hands moved so fast Lizzy didn’t see it coming until Ada’s palm hit her cheek. The slap stung and she could feel a bruise swelling as she stared in shock at her best friend. “Get out now Ada before I call my guards on you. You are not welcome here again either.” Ada stared hard at this beautiful monster that was supposed to be her friend and with a loud hiss, she flounced off. TO BE CONTINUED… The song “The Boy is Mine” is a duet by American recording artistes Brandy and Monica and was released in 1998. The song became the best selling song in the US for that year, spending 13 weeks at number on Billboard Hot 100. The song is a response to Michael Jackson and Paul McCartney‘s 1982 duet “The Girl Is Mine.” For more updates, I remain @iamposhkid on Twitter and Instagram. You can also add Poshkid’s Corner BBM Channel with C00396EEB and get instant updates. Or visit the blog at www.poshkidscorner.gidicentral.com |
Chorus: Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I’m begging of you please don’t take my man Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don’t take him just because you can As Dolly Parton’s voice crooned emotionally from the stereo in the car, Ada dashed at the tears that were flowing from her eyes, blinding her vision. She shouldn’t be crying; Andrew didn’t deserve her tears after all she didn’t love him or so she had convinced herself for the past nine months. Ada prided herself of always being in control of all her relationships and as she traveled down memory lane now, she realized that she had allowed herself to be a sucker and let ego get in the way of her emotions. She was easily a very beautiful girl of twenty-one who although from just a middle income earning family, lived larger than most of her peers in the university. She wasn’t just another pretty face in the crowd however, she was talented. At a young age of nineteen, she had won a music talent show that had earned her a recording deal, her present car and a celebrity status. She was all the things all the other girls wanted except she had totally botched all of that now with what was going on. Andrew had wormed his way into her life against her better judgment; he was everything she didn’t want in a man but somehow he had been able to get her to consent to be his girlfriend. Of all the other guys that had been admiring her, he had been the most persistent and with the help of two of her close friends, he had gotten what he wanted. She agreed to date him because her label had insisted she needed to have a public figure of a lover to appeal to her fan base as a decent, responsible young star. Not wanting the hassles of a real relationship, she had offered an eager and too willing Andrew the option of an arranged relationship. She had never told him she loved him for once during all their time together but her attitude had changed towards him after about four months together. Although he was an acting boyfriend, he took things serious and real since his feelings towards her were genuine and was always there for her whenever she was down or going through a bad patch with her music career. All the dates, outings and attending events together soon made them pretty close and she warmed up to him though never acknowledging she had any true feelings for him, until now. Andrew was about to leave her for another girl. The scandal of being jilted was not the worst of it all; he was leaving with her best friend Elizabeth. Lizzy wasn’t as pretty as she but was equally as talented, she was a top model and easily also a celebrity in her own right. They were so close the paparazzi had tagged them “Soul Sisters,” Lizzy had even appeared in some of Ada’s music videos and now this was happening. Ada hadn’t yet gotten over the betrayal by Lizzy, it was all the more shocking because Lizzy had never hidden her disapproval of Andrew, a guy she considered beneath their standards. To imagine that Lizzy was about to publicly step out with him was hurting. Ada slumped in the car seat and smiled ruefully to herself. Dear old Dolly knew just how it felt when your man is about to be taken away from you. Just then Brandy and Monica’s “The Boy Is Mine” came one, shaking herself mentally, she realized she wasn’t about to give up without a fight, this boy was hers and it was going to be a fight to the finish. To Be Continued The song ‘Joelene’ is by American country music artist Dolly Parton. It was over 4 decades ago and is ranked at No. 219 on the Rolling Stone Magazine’s list of “the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time.” The song is about a woman imploring another woman not to take her man from her. For more updates, I remain @iamposhkid on Twitter and Instagram. Or visit the blog at www.poshkidscorner.gidicentral.com You can also add Poshkid’s Corner BBM Channel with C00396EEB. |
When Davido’s voice filled our radio and television airwaves with the release of his hit single “Aye’ crooning lyrics about a dream girl that is not interested in all the material things he could offer her but rather she just wants his love, I am very sure he wrote those lyrics without Unilag girls in mind. A Unilag Babe might truly not be asking you to buy her Ferrari, obviously they are not crazy enough to ask a guy that is still making use of the oldest locomotive ever invented, the Leggediz Benz Infinity to get her a Ferrari. Rather than asking for designer bags and shoes, expensive jewelries, perfumes and the likes, she can easily come down to your level and help you spend the little change in your pocket. Musician Kaycee has opened their eyes with his monster hit track “Limpopo” when he kept on hammering on being ‘a maga tonight.’ It takes only a real bimbo not to know that all the boutiques and jewelry stores are closed at night, ultimately that means she is going to end up in a club for the night and after feeding her with alcohol, she would end up in his bed. Who then is the real maga? Having wisened to this tactic, the babes are smarter now and instead of asking you for Ferraris or designers, you will fall prey to buying them chicken and chips. A point in their favour is that the said chicken and chips are less cheaper costing about N500 for half chicken and a full chicken goes for a thousand naira. Every guy wants to impress his babe so getting her food comes into play. Unilag babes are highly reputed for their sophistication, posh backgrounds and refined attitudes which accounts for why they would not dine on our native cuisines like amala, pounded yam with better soup that costs lesser than chicken and chips. If you think you are smarter than these babes and you can wriggle your way out of it, OYO (on your own) for you o. The chicken and chips sellers are scattered all over campus with at least one strategically placed in the frontage of the hostel. With the presence of close to six banks in the school premises, there are more than enough ATMs to help in the task of reducing your bank account balance. Usually I watch from the safe distance of my Sodeinde Hall frontage as the fat girls practically drag their less robust male victims to Access Bank which has about five ATMs patiently waiting to cough out cash. I might have written fat girls but the skinny ones aren’t left out of this. However, with Iyanya’s debut of his chart topping song “Lekwa Ukwu” and Egbiri Papa Number One of Bayelsa, Timaya’s smashing song, “Ukwu”, there has been a crazed frenzy for females with big ukwus. I would watch with a smile on my face as the girls squeal happily and point to the biggest chickens as their choice while the ones with gluttonous appetites try to score an extra pack either for themselves or for their friends back in the hostel. While a guy is considered a sharp guy by the number of girls he scores, the babes rate on the ratio of chicken and chips you get guys to buy you. The poor guys would usually go back to their hostel rooms complaining bitterly about their girlfriends or their side chicks love for chicken and chips with their finances usually being the one to suffer for it. I remember the day my roommate, Gbenga Odola, a 200 hundred level student of Fisheries came into the room complaining of how he had had to part with N2000 to buy two packs of chicken and chips for his girlfriend, Yemi and her friend. I dare not forget the hilarious case of Sylvester Bernard, a next door neighbor who had come to my room to ask for cassava flakes fondly called garranium sulphate (garri), he lamented on how he had taken fancy to a cute girl and before she agreed to release her phone number she had demanded a bribe of chicken and chips. The poor guy to save face and retain the girl’s attention had had to let go of his dinner money Somebody out there please do answer my question, why have these girls forgotten so quickly singer Omawumi’s “Maga No Need Pay”? Perhaps we need to play Waje’s sonorous song of “One Naira” in which she crooned “Whether na one naira, whether na one million, baby you got me” in her song. For more updates, I remain @iamposhkid on Twitter and Instagram. You can also add Poshkid’s Corner BBM Channel with C00396EEB and get instant updates. You can also visit the blog at www.poshkidscorner.gidicentral.com |
Chorus Whatever it is, it feels like it’s laughing at me through the glass of a two-sided mirror Whatever it is, it’s just laughing at me And I just wanna scream What now? I just can’t figure it out What now? I guess I’ll just wait it out (wait it out) What now? Ohhhh what now? The whisper drew her closer as she headed towards the balcony, away from the cacophony of noise and all the smiling faces milling about. She was tired of smiling and accepting congratulations from both known and unknown faces. She had just won four awards at the highest award event in acting but she felt empty. She had picked up the awards for the Best Actress of the Year, Female Actress with the Most Loyal Fans, Most Stylish Actress of the Year and Most Desired Female Celebrity. She had this big lump in her throat that made her feel like she was going to cry but tears were for the weaker days when she had first started out in the movie industry. Her six years in the industry had seen her attending several events either to premier a new movie, receive an award or donate to charity. It was the kind of life everybody envied but in all of the glitz and glamour, there was a pain nobody could understand. She could swear that the more she was happy, the more she felt alone. Yes, she was feeling lonely amidst this crowd now even after just being the biggest winner for the night. She felt nothing but emptiness deep inside of her. Everybody believed she was happy but for some strange reason she wasn’t. Only sad thoughts flitted across her mind and she felt depressed as if something bad had just happened. She felt like she had been run over by a trailer feel. Jumping over that balcony she was standing on now was the most appealing option in her head. Going down that fifteen floor, flying across the open air with nothing but the elation of falling down to meet the embrace of the hard earth below that was sure to end it all. Something was missing and she couldn’t place her hands on it. She drew closer to the edge of the balcony and peered off into the dark night. She couldn’t see the ground floor from her position that high up but she knew it was waiting there; the cold hard concrete that would welcome her body if she was daring enough to take the plunge. Whatever it was that was missing in her life, she felt like it was somewhere sitting and laughing at her, taunting her to find out what it was. So close whole yet so far away, right under her grasp while she still couldn’t grab it. She was feeling anything but the most desired person in the world at that moment as she contemplated the decision between life and death. Though she had an adoring husband of five years who was doing well in the music industry as an entertainer as well, and a fan base of teeming over twenty-seven million, yet she still didn’t know what to feel or who to run to or where to go. Only that tiny voice in her head seemed to understand her frustration as she ran my fingers across the railing and contemplated doing it. If she decided to take that plunge, it was going to end it all, as a professional actress she had become so adept at her job that she could easily fake an emotion and right now the emotions were not even going to come out right. She made up her mind just then she was going to do it, at least in death she would finally find silence and rest and maybe the true her. She had for so long acted the role of many characters that even she didn’t know who she really was anymore. They were first going to think she had been so excited and drunk she fell over, but when it was discovered it was suicide, there was going to be a big shock around the globe. Taking a calming breath, she dropped the glass of champagne in her hand beside the flower pot and leaned dangerously over the railing of the balcony. She took a final deep breath and heard the tinkling laughter from within where the party was still in full swing. She hesitated for just a second and then felt the wind blow tresses of her hair to caress her face like, it were as if even nature mocked her. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder. She paused and looked at who it was; it was her husband, George. Thankfully he had not been aware of what she had been about to do and she fell back in his arms and sobbed silently. He like the rest of the blind world smiled at her and told her to be happy of her achievements. He thought she was being emotional at having won four awards in one night at the most prestigious award in her career. He enveloped her in hug and as she sobbed into his chest she realized then that there was no one she could turn to and that the action had only been delayed for another day. This story was inspired by the song “What Now” by international music star Rihanna. “What Now” is track #8 on Rihanna’s seventh studio album Unapologetic. The song peaked at number 25 on the US Billboard Hot 100 and number 21 on the UK Singles Chart, while topping the US Hot Dance Club Songs chart and attaining a top three peak on the UK R&B Chart. For more updates, I remain @iamposhkid on Twitter and Instagram. You can also add Poshkid’s Corner BBM Channel with C00396EEB and get instant updates. Or visit the blog at www.poshkidscorner.gidicentral.com |
We all have bad habits that are damaging our skin without us even realizing them. Here are some shocking habits of yours that are not good for your skin: Too Much AC: If your cooling unit is always on full speed, you’re stripping the air of humidity and moisture your skin needs. Chlorine: For those of you that like swimming, something I love doing myself, there is a danger to your skin if you don’t take the proper post- pool regiment. Chlorine is not good for your skin so to effectively remove chlorine, always use an extra sudsy soap after you take a dip. Talking on the Phone: You might have been saying that you are not guilty of the others have been mentioning but everybody talks on the phone in this modern age. This can lead to breakouts and rashes along your jawline and cheek. Pooping Pimples: The truth about this is that it only pushes dirt and bacteria into the pores causing more break out. Skipping Meals: It causes your skin to age faster and dry out quickly. Drinking Coffee: This might seem like the man’s white thing but some of us drink coffee without realizing that caffeine causes dry skin and magnification of wrinkles. Not Getting Enough Sleep: Not getting a good night’s sleep can result in dull skin and clogged pores. Not Drinking Enough Water: Skip water and you’ll be stuck with rough and ‘shrunken’ skin. Frowning: Constant movements of the muscles from facial expressions can lead to frown lines. Sleeping With Make Up On: This leads to bacterial infections and clogged pores, which can cause acne. For more updates, I remain @iamposhkid on Twitter and Instagram. You can also add Poshkid’s Corner BBM Channel with C00396EEB and get instant updates. You can also read more from the source at www.poshkidscorner.gidicentral.com |
Hook: Make it last forever Come on baby, won’t you hold on to me, hold on to me You and i together Come on baby, wont you hold on to me Excerpt from Part One: His concern only made me all the more weaker and in a voice that clearly betrayed my emotions I said “We need to talk Chris, come home straight away.” Chris was really worried and wanted to know what was wrong but I refused to talk over the phone, instead I started crying softly and he said he was on his way immediately. As I dropped the phone on the bed, I rested my head against the soft pillow and stared blankly at the wall. The walls were caving in on me, I felt like I was choking and something was suffocating me but for the life of me I couldn’t understand what. My chest felt heavy and the sobs that racked through my body as I wept uncontrollably made me feel light headed. Chris arrived and dashed into the room like a mad man, embracing me as he stroked my head and asked what was wrong. “Cynthia tell me what’s wrong. Why are you crying? Is anything the matter? Are you ill? Did anybody die? Do tell my Cynthy baby, what’s the matter, dry your tears now hunnay.” As the questions poured in one after the other, he dried my tears with the back of his palm and laid down by my side. As I looked into his eyes with him holding me tightly against his chest, I felt a ray of hope again and felt alive. Calmly I told him the news; his eyes widened in shock and he jumped up from the bed like a man stung by a bee. He stared down at me and to my surprise instead of running out of the room or the fear and anger I had been expecting, he came back to the bed and scooped me in his arms. “Oh you poor baby, hush now everything is going to be alright, trust me. We are in this together, because if you have it then I must have it.” I suddenly realized I hadn’t thought of that, I stared at him as the wheels turned in my head. We had been having unprotected sex, could Chris have infected me? Could he have been cheating? But I knew that he hadn’t been seeing anyone else. I had been the careless one, I had been the one that shared sharp objects while fixing at the salon. I berated myself then as I cursed the day I had been born, in a whisper I apologized to Chris for having done this to him. He wouldn’t hear of it as he wouldn’t let me take blame. “It’s not your fault dear, we are in this together. I would go for my test tomorrow, and no matter the result, we are still getting married, I love you more than my life.” As he said those words, I believed him, I knew then that I still had a life to live. All was not yet lost and nothing is ever as bad as it seemed. I felt so glad to have him then, I felt blessed. I realized to get through this we gotta hold on. I smiled at him then and whispered, “Hold on to me.” This post was inspired by the song Blue by multi time Grammy award winning songstress Beyonce Knowles. Blue is one of the tracks from her 2013 self titled album Beyonce. For more updates, I remain @iamposhkid on Twitter and Instagram. You can also add Poshkid’s Corner BBM Channel with C00396EEB and get instant updates. Also visit the blog for more www.poshkidscorner.gidicentral.com |
Hook: Make it last forever Come on baby, won’t you hold on to me, hold on to me You and i together Come on baby, wont you hold on to me I couldn’t believe my ears; this doctor definitely did not know his job. He could mean me, he must have it all mixed up. I couldn’t be HIV positive, there was no way in hell it could have happened. But even as these thoughts of denial ran through my mind like a raging storm, I knew it had to be true, there was this sad calmness to the doctor that bespoke his years of having experiences denials such as mine. I broke down then and the tears flowed from my eyes, my life was finished. My dreams, hopes and lofty ambitions have all just been dashed by the sad news. He came round to my side of the table and patted my back as he handed me a tissue to dry my tears. He began to talk to me then, telling me about how it was not the end of the world, I could live a normal healthy life and be like every other person. It just meant I had to bed more careful than the rest of the world and use my drugs regularly and I would be fine. I sniffed through my tears and managed a weak smile as I thanked him and promised to report next week back to the clinic to start treatment. Through the drive back home, I kept on going over and over through my mind where I could have contracted the dreaded virus. I wasn’t promiscuous as I had a fiancée who I have been going steady with for the past year and we were set to be married soon. Then it hit me, I couldn’t get married to Chris if it turned out that he was negative. No guy in his right senses was going to marry an HIV positive woman no matter how attractive and successful she may be. My fears came back in full force and I gave in to the tears as they clouded my vision. I wept as I parked my car in the garage and went upstairs, heading straight to the bedroom. I lay there wondering what I was going to do and if how I was going to break the news to Chris. With shaky hands I dialed his number and he could detect something was wrong immediately he heard my voice over the phone. His concern only made me all the more weaker and in a voice that clearly betrayed my emotions I said “We need to talk Chris, come home straight away.” To be continued This post was inspired by the song Blue by multi-time Grammy award winning songstress Beyonce Knowles. The song Blue is one of the tracks from her 2013 self titled album Beyonce. For more updates, I remain @iamposhkid on Twitter and Instagram. You can also add Poshkid’s Corner BBM Channel with C00396EEB and get instant updates. Or visit the blog www.poshkidscorner.gidicentral.com |
There has been an everlasting debate on the subject of which is better; being single or being in a relationship. While those in a relationship will be quick to say that loving someone and being loved back in return is the best feeling in the loved, the people belonging to the single school of thought would argue that love is not the best feeling in the world, rather it is that feeling you have when you need to let go of a shit badly and you find a toilet to dump it in. It is as a result of this argument therefore that I decided to write on the pros and cons of the single life. Pro: Not Answerable to Anyone This could perhaps pass for the biggest advantage of being single. The fact that you have no partner hovering over you, monitoring your every move or questioning your every decision is especially a good feeling. Your life is yours to live as you please and you have nobody to consider in the equation. You spend your money on only yourself and you have all the time in the world to dedicate to yourself. Con: Being Single Gets Lonely As much as you might think you enjoy being alone, there are times when you actually seek companionship. Don’t be quick to say that you would always have the presence of family and friends, there are times when you need more than they can offer and being in a relationship would seem great during such periods. Spending a holiday alone sucks and if your friends have lovers, they would need time to spend with their lover. I am sure you know three is a crowd right? Pro: Unlimited Sex With Whomever You Want and Whenever You Want There! I just said the reason why many guys will rather remain single than get hooked to one chick. The allure of many caves filled with treasures yet unexplored would rather make them opt for the single life than stick to one person. As a single man, you can have no strings attached relationships, also whenever a new babe catches your fancy, you can go over there to sow yet another wild oat. Let’s admit it; single people get to tell the best stories and crazy escapades. Con: Unguaranteed Sex In a relationship, you can be rest assured that you can get regular sex since you have a steady partner and it’s not all about the sex but also the act of love making. When you are single however, you have to work to get laid. You can’t just waltz into someone’s apartment and tell them you want to have sex, except you are settling for a hooker of course. On the other hand, if you are in a relationship, you can whisper into you lover’s ear, the many things you would like to do that moment. Pro: You Can Be Your Dirty Self With having nobody to think about, you can be disgusting as much as you like. A girl for instance doesn’t have to hold back a fart because her boyfriend is around, she can blow up the place with her atomic bomb without feeling concerned. A guy can vomit all over the place after having too much to drink without having to think his babe would feel disgusted. Being single gives you the assurance that you won’t be seen or judged by anyone. Con: Increased Quality of Life Truth is being with somebody makes you pay closer attention to the little details of your own life; after all you want to be the best you can be for them. You probably went drinking and got drunk in the first place because you felt lonely and depressed, having someone around would have had the problem solved in a much better way. Also, we all know that being too much of your dirty self can do you more harm than good in the long run. All said and done, which band wagon would you rather jump on; the single train or the relationship path? For more updates, I remain @iamposhkid on Twitter and Instagram. You can also add Poshkid’s Corner BBM Channel with C00396EEB and get instant updates. To read more also visit www.poshkidscorner.gidicentral.com |
I want to be a lawyer No a doctor is richer I will rather be an engineer Maybe a carpenter? Good education I must get Books upon books I must read not to forget Certificates and accolades I have taken home The cities of the world I have seen, even Rome But then I die Bright red lipstick here A dab of powder there Don’t I look just pretty? Not just a beauty I pray thee, smart and witty Men always at my heels All heads over heels They call me sex on wheels Oh how I live such lofty dreams But then I die All the money I must have Who cares let the people starve Vacation trips first class No okada, I must to buy motor Wealth is all I seek to amass Maybe even play a little lotto Would you stand in my way, I am a senator? Keep talking of corruption worthless janitor But then I die I am running around Faster and faster than I ever thought I could To avoid death’s blow; an unsealing wound Death mocks me still; it’s not yet in the mood I want to escape this inevitable fate I am but human; I must go like my mates Tarry a bit oh merciless servant Defeated in battle though gallant And then I die This poem simply seeks to escape the inevitability of death in a man’s journey in life. Despite the books, all the knowledge of the world, the greatest beauty, all the wealth acquire, nothing ends it all but death. For more updates, I remain @iamposhkid on Twitter and Instagram. Also add Poshkid’s Corner BBM Channel with C00396EEB and get instant updates. Or visit the blog www.poshkidscorner.gidicentral.com |
Break ups are usually hard and most people find it hard to move on. Seeing face to face with the one that they once loved becomes a herculean task as the emotions may be too raw or may have been too deep for them to deal with and cutting of their exes seems to be the best available option. However, depending on the way you guys broke up and why you broke up in the first place, there are times when being friends with your ex does you more good than harm. Take these scenarios below as instances: Same Minds and Mentality: When your ex feels like your better half despite their many faults and they seem to be the only one that truly gets you, it is good to remain friends with them. It is very easy to remain friends with an ex that sex wasn’t a priority while in the relationship. Admit it, sexual tension is the major reason most people find it hard remaining friends with an ex. A Mutual Breakup: Mutual breakups are usually rare to find so this might seem a bit farfetched. One person is usually not ready for a break up and the person doing the break up might begin to feel bad and promise things like ‘let us remain friends.’But if you happen to be on the lucky side of having broken up mutually, then remaining friends is usually not a hard choice as none of you is holding hidden emotions. You Are Still Single and the Sex was Great: Like I said earlier, most people don’t want to remain friends because being in contact with their ex reminds them of what used to be. You both can chose to remain friends and have sex if it is a mutual decision and more so if you are single and lonely, then no harm done if you both hit the sheets again. However in doing this, don’t expect casual sex to necessarily lead to a reunion. Sex with your ex is retirement benefits; it doesn’t mean you are resuming the job. You Share Common Friends and Keep Running Into Each Other: It would do you and your state of mind much good if you remain friends with an ex that you have a lot of common friends with. The fact that you share friends simply means there are instances you would see each other or one of you will come up in a conversation. Bury the hatchet and draw in your sword, remain friends and do away with the hard feelings. You can’t begin to avoid all your mutual friends, one thing to always remember when you run into your ex is to remain calm. Practical Sensibility: Be practical, if your ex is in a position to help you later on in future, I see no reason why you should throw them away just because you two didn’t work out. Don’t let emotions override your reasoning, be calm and act rationally. For instance, if you just broke up with the boss, it would be good to remain on their good side, this may sound dirty but hello; this is life. Most of us hate our superiors but we still act like we love them, so why not remain friends with the ex as well? That is that about that, do remain with us and check out other relationship tips and articles that we have on the offer. Watch out for Reasons “ Scenarios You Can’t Remain Friends With Your Ex.” This coming article explores situations where remaining friends with your ex will be detrimental to you. This post was first written by Poshkid for ForCampus.com as part of his duties as representative for the site. For more updates, I remain @iamposhkid on Twitter and Instagram. You can also add Poshkid’s Corner BBM Channel with C00396EEB and get instant updates. Or for more related articles check www.poshkidscorner.gidicentral.com |
There were seven men all wearing a hood standing in front of her and they were all naked. They were covered in some sort of tattoo or drawing that signified they were an occult and each of them held a small dagger with an X sign drawn with red paint on their right hand while their left hands carried what resembled human skulls. Vanessa screamed again and she felt a sharp slap sting her cheek as the hand lifting her head up smacked a slap across her cheek. She whimpered in pain as a gag was stuffed in her mouth. Vanessa cringed in fear as the seven men took one step forward in union and she pleaded with her eyes for them to let her go. The tears were streaming from her eyes as she moved her head from right to left trying to see if there was anything she could latch onto for hope. She didn’t understand what was going on, who were these men? What business had they with her? What had she done to them? Why her? Where was Eric? What had he done to her? Had he also been captured? The questions chased one another in her mind as she saw the men take another step forward again. Then with a sweeping movement they crowded her and one after the other slashed her skin, dripping her blood into the skulls they held. Vanessa tried to scream in pain but the gag held her screams back and her eyes bulged in her eyes as she thrashed wildly. Her body was cut in several places with the gashes spilling her life source into the skulls. After they had collected their fill, they threw back their heads and drank the contents of the skulls. She was getting weak and finding it hard to keep her eyes opened. She knew that the life was ebbing out of her from the loss of blood and she with a sad realization that she was dying, the eighteen year old wished she hadn’t gone out that night. The last thing she felt was that final pain as a dagger crushed her windpipe and severed her head from her body. As the head rolled away from her body lifeless, her eyes stared lifelessly at the image of the crucifixion of Jesus Christ hanged upside down. Eric was bleeding profusely as he limped into the college, his superman cape was torn and his red suit had been made darker with his blood. The security men at the gate rushed at him and held him steady as they asked frantically what the matter was. He spurted blood as he choked out the story. He had gone to a costume party with a girl named Vanessa from the party and in order to make the task of making out with her easier, he had slipped something into her drink. She had gone unconscious and he was taking her to his car when he had been attacked by unknown men in hoods. They had stabbed him many times and he had barely managed to escape, he didn’t know what had become of the unconscious Vanessa as he had had time to save only himself. The ambulance came just then and he was whisked off to the school clinic as the security men swung into action. A back up team was radioed for as they stormed the place where Eric had described to them, there was a house not far off from the spot and they could see traces of blood leading up the front steps. With their guns on the ready they raided the house but all they found was a the headless corpse of Vanessa with an X sign carved into her body. Eric died the next day in the hospital and the case remains unsolved till date. Word went around college about the attack on Vanessa and Eric and the students named it “The Night The Demons Came Out.” For more updates, I remain @iamposhkid on Twitter and Instagram. You can also add Poshkid’s Corner BBM Channel with C00396EEB and get instant updates. You can also visit my blog for More stories at www.poshkidscorner.gidicentral.com |
Vanessa was excited, she had been invited to a costume party by the hottest boy on campus and she couldn’t believe her luck. Of all the girls in school he had chosen an average looking girl like her. Although she was extremely smart in the books, boys didn’t pay much attention to her, college boys never paid much attention to brains, it was all about the pretty girls with boobs and brains. Her entire room was strewn all over with clothes and shoes as she discarded one item after the other. None would suit the occasion as she was trying to achieve the sexy look despite it was a costume party. Although she didn’t know much about Eric, she was really eager to be his date as all the other girls couldn’t stop gushing about how fantastic he was. She finally settled on a short leather gown that accentuated her figure and gave her the look of a hooker. She completed the look with a pair of thigh high boots and enhanced her looks with a touch of makeup. Eric was looking dashing as usual in his superman costume and he gave her a light kiss on the cheek as she entered his car. The party was already in full swing when they arrived with teenagers of different colours and sizes clothed in different costumes. Vanessa swallowed involuntarily as she realized that she didn’t belong in this circle, she was the nerdy type that was all about books. She neither drank nor smoked and she was like a fish out of water here, she tried to hide her discomfort when Eric handed her a glass filled with some dubious liquid she didn’t know. She flashed him a smile as she sipped the drink cautiously and surprisingly she liked its taste. She downed it in one gulp and he silently handed her another glass and took her hand, pressing her close to him. She felt free all of a sudden and a bit light headed as she swayed with him in tune to the music that was blasting somewhere. A couple of her course mates passed and she waved to them giddily. Eric pressed her chest to his, crushing the softness of her breasts to the hardness of his masculine chest and she looked up at him with dreamy eyes. This was paradise, she thought to herself as he flashed a set of pearl white teeth. That was the last she remembered as she drifted off into consciousness. She came back to consciousness with the feeling that something was wrong; everywhere was dark and she felt sore all over. She tried to move her hand and realized that she was tied, a blast of wind hit her and she felt a coldness against her skin. Vanessa realized then she was naked and she frantically pulled at the restrain holding her. She was tied to some hard surface and she called out in fright “Hello? Is somebody there? Somebody help me.” She heard footsteps and suddenly a bright light came blinding her. The sharpness of the light hurt her eyes that had been accustomed to the darkness and she shut her eyes against the harsh rays of the light. She felt someone lift her head and what she saw terrified her and she opened her mouth to scream… TO BE CONTINUED… For more updates, I remain @iamposhkid on Twitter and Instagram. You can also add Poshkid’s Corner BBM Channel with C00396EEB and get instant updates. You can also visit the blog at www.poshkidscorner.gidicentral.com for more stories |
Whether you are just starting a new relationship, you are in the middle of one or the current one you are in has already run its course, it doesn’t harm you to learn to know if your partner is cheating on you. Perhaps you are wondering if that guy you are with has become somebody you used to know or that seemingly sweet angel of a girlfriend has revealed that her brightly painted nails are not just fingernails but claws and that the lipstick painted mouth hides fangs behind. Take a quick look at how you can be sure if your boyfriend or girlfriend is cheating you. Your Gut Tells You So: The first step in determining if he/she is cheating is when you start to have that prickling sensation that there is someone else. Don’t underestimate that popular saying that says “there is no smoke without fire.” You should trust your instincts especially if you happen to be the type that is not overtly jealous or clingy. Your Sex Life Changes: This part of the equation can be tricky so in using this to come to a conclusion you have to be very careful. If he/she suddenly wants less sex, it could be as a result of getting it from somewhere else. If he/she suddenly wants too much sex, it could be the sex drive has been increased by the presence of another person on the scene and lastly be wary when he/she suddenly has so many new styles to use. That could mean that there is now practice with another, however there could be other explanations for all these, so don’t make a hasty decision to conclude he/she is a cheater. Cell Phone Habits: There is no faster way to know if someone is cheating than through their cell phone. If you pick his/her phone innocently to check the time and you see they get all upset and saying things like a phone is private, let you guard come up. If there are also many numbers saved on the phone without names, know something is fishy. Lastly if he/she is always nervous when the phone rings and has to take the call in private, don’t dull yourself. Lying About Little Things: When your supposed boo lies about a lot of things and especially little inconsequential things, let your antenna start working. When they continue to lie, then you should know that they can’t be trusted and would definitely not be faithful in the long run. No Sense of Guilt or Remorse: If you have a date that is really full of themselves and believe that they can’t be wrong, take this as a red flag of a cheater. When someone like that double dates, they won’t feel bad about it and even when you catch them at it, they will only tell you its part of the deal. Less Attention: Definitely not the least sign that should tell you that your lover is cheating, if your partner starts paying less attention to you and seems to either be always busy or preoccupied with something else, it’s time to get moving or bring the issue out. His sudden lack of attention may be as a result of the third party in your relationship. Do take note that these signs may not necessarily be that your partner is cheating but if they by chance exhibit more than two of these signs, you have cause to be alarmed because something is up. Save your relationships while you still can and if you feel it’s too late, you can walk away with your pride intact. Debuting on 1st of August on the blog, The Music Story Series. These are fictional stories inspired by songs by popular artistes. You can check the blog for more articles and writeups at www.datfreakwriter. |
Little cousin of mine It’s been a while you left Nonetheless not forgotten with the passage of time Too young for that place of rest But they always say God knows best This burden of sorrow lies heavy on my chest A mere child of months gone so soon, why didn’t you wait till the morrow You became that one I never got to know I remember your smile That period you stayed with us awhile In ignorance I avoided you like the plague You were but only an old woman frail You cautioned your son, my father against dealing with me in rage Not till you left for the world beyond, did I let out my wail Dear old granny Would you return for just but one day? Her red hair reminds one of a flower blossoming in the sunlight Sadly she withered and lost the fight We mourn her demise, death had no right! To extinguish a budding light Now I wish with fervor I had known her Sadly out of reach now; gone far Like us she had had dreams, a leader of tomorrow Now a distant memory; the one I never got to know While the rest of us yet continues this race It doesn’t matter whether at a slow or fast pace We are bound together in our common destiny Should we therefore not strive for unity and harmony? Our differences should not make us stand apart I don’t want to be another stranger Don’t wait till when I am dead and gone to mourn So I don’t become that one you wish you had known This poem is inspired by the sad death of a course mate Stepahaine Adinde who left too soon. It brings to mind the brevity of life and why we should appreciate the times we have with one another because not everybody would get a chance to say goodbye. Dedicated to all those who have felt the pain of losing a loved one. Stay strong as we continue to say R.I.P to our beloveds departed. For more fiction stories, poems or articles and opinions, you can check my blog at www.datfreakwriter. and follow on Twitter @iamposhkid |
To read this post with all its direct links you can visit http://datfreakwriter./2014/07/19/the-friend-zone-male-and-female-platonic-relationships/ The 1989 American romantic comedy movie “When Harry Met Sally” is a movie that has tried to solve the old age long question of whether men and women can be just friends. This question has led researchers to try finding an answer by conducting experiments and surveys in order to establish whether two people of the opposite sex can be just friends. A research by Bleske and Rechek in the 2000s suggests that there might be hope of men and women being just friends although men have a harder time of keeping their emotions platonic in such relationships. “In a study published in the Journal of Social and Personal Relationships, Sapadin asked more than 150 professional men and women what they liked and disliked about their cross-sex friendships. Topping women’s list of dislikes: sexual tension. Men, on the other hand, more frequently replied that sexual attraction was a prime reason for initiating a friendship , and that it could even deepen a friendship. Either way, 62 percent of all subjects reported that sexual tension was present in their cross-sex friendships.” The truth of heterosexual relationships is that it is next to impossible for a guy to be just friends with a girl. There is always the risk of an attraction developing for him although a woman is less like to develop an attraction to a guy she has already friend zoned. Her believe is that since she does not find him attractive, then the female is mutual. She is more likely to be dependent on him for confidence and relaxation, she doesn’t find anything wrong in giving him a quick kiss or a tight hug. In truth these are seemingly innocent actions actually causes a lot of thoughts to go on in a guy’s head. If a guy is making an effort to hang out with you, it’s probably not just “as friends”. He’s merely accepting friendship, in lieu of dating you, because it beats the alternative. And what’s the alternative? Having no girl friends, and, therefore, no one to confide in. If a guy is making an effort to hang out with you, it’s probably not just “as friends”. According to an article online, a man is not interested in getting between a girl’s legs only if he falls under any of the four categories listed below: He hooked up with her already . He is not remotely attracted to her . He is in a satisfying relationship (do keep in mind that temptation abounds however) For a man to be friends with a woman, but he has to be a very experienced, very evolved man . (this requires a lot of maturity) If you are a female reading this, you might want to take the above listed points into consideration and if that guy you believe you have a platonic relationship with doesn’t fall into any of it, he just might be fantasying at night about getting into your pants. I remain @iamposhkid on Twitter and Instagram. For other such updates and more, you can visit www.datfreakwriter. |
Have you ever had that tingling feeling that you are being watched? That there is some evil lurking in the backgrounds of your shadow and that an ominous darkness was pressing, trying to take over your being and shut out the light? That was the kind of feeling I was having that day when I died for a second time. This time my sister wasn’t there to save me from its clutches so death had a field day with me. It took its time to slowly torture me like a cat playing with a mice right before it gulps it down as a snack. I had woken up feeling refreshed and was in a particularly good mood that I couldn’t explain. I was extra nice to my room Dammy which in itself was unusual act. For some weird reason my thoughts had also strayed to my ex while I was bathing. Perhaps these signs in themselves should have warned me of the impending doom. However I was unprepared so when the dark force came knocking, I was knocked me off my feet. I had just darned my leather jacket and about to head off to class when I doubled over in pain. My back pack dropped from my hand and I grasped the bunk for support. I didn’t have to be told it was my ulcer crisis and I grimaced in pain as bolt after bolt of pain slashed through me. Quickly I lay down on the bed and somehow managed to get a hold of my drugs and as I gulped down my medicine, I couldn’t help wondering why this had to be happening now. I hadn’t had a crisis since January so the pain was totally excruciating and for some certain reason I knew this particular one was different. The pain was more intense than any I had ever felt since the five years the ulcer had started. I had been eating healthy and on time and been faithful to my drugs so for the life of me I couldn’t fathom why this was happening. I was having an important assignment to submit but the raging rain of pain going on in my belly erased all thoughts of that. Soon I was thrashing around on the bed, clutching at my stomach helplessly and my only roommate Dammy who was around stared in bewilderment, lost as to what to do. It was a burning fire and as the pain grew worse, I peeled off my clothes in tears of agony and wished for death then to bring me peace. The thought of death was barely out of my head when I felt it waft in through the open window. I could smell its acrid smell and the looming darkness. It was as if it had just been by the door waiting for someone to invite it in, definitely it had been that force that I had been feeling was watching me and lurking in my shadows. It came into light now and my eyes darkened in anticipation of what was to come. I had experienced this before in my previous dream so I wasn’t a stranger to it. It leaned close to me and I could smell its foul breath on my cheek, I rolled over in pain and screamed to get away from me and I felt Dammy come close to me on the bed and hold me down. He thought I was hallucinating and as his grip held me down, the tears streamed unashamedly down my face. He didn’t understand; death was using him as an agent, with Dammy’s grip preventing my escape; I thrashed wildly, forgetting the excruciating pain in my belly for a second. The evil fangs peeked from its shocking bright red lips curved in a sinister smile while it yellow, hollow eyes stared blankly at me. There was no escape, Dammy had me in death’s grip and his grip only got firmer the more I thrashed. I knew the battle was over, I had lost. I watched with resigned eyes as it closed in on me and as the darkness got thicker, I saw afar off a flickering candle and then I felt its lips against mine. Death’s lips were cold as it kissed me and I felt nauseous as Dammy held me down while his master raped my mouth and that was when I lost consciousness and drifted off into the darkness. TO BE CONTINUED This post was first posted on Poshkid's Blog and for more updates and interesting stories, articles and poems, you can check out the blog via www.datfreakwriter. This is the first post after a long while and I sincerely apologize to all that have been asking what happened for me to take a break. It is just the normal school stress and I do hope that you forgive me as I am back now. Thanks. |
Xmas time is fast approaching and everybody has dreams and desires of a memorable Christmas, we may not have Santa Claus in Nigeria making her wishes comes through but at least we have father Christmas. I remember going to Father Xmas as a kid and just wishing the gift he will give me when he carries me on his lap is my innermost desire...so if you could have one wish this christmas, what will you wish for and possibly why? |
This post was taken from Lasgidikidblog at www.lasgidikid..com and has nothing to do with this author. In memory of the four jerks that came into my life and left Dear Old Cupid I remember when I met you and hated your silly pride; you thought you were God’s gift to women and decided to give you a taste of your own medicine. After all I was still one of the most sought after babes in town (my record proves it) but things got into a complicated position and we found ourselves falling in love but all these happened in 2012 so may as well remain there. You left February this year and I keep thinking I was stupid not to have waited till after valentine before leaving. You were good with the gifts giving and that would have made you the standing fool. Fate made me the fool and I upped and left when I couldn’t take your cheating anymore. You begged and groveled and as usual promised things were going to change but for me I had had enough (Taylor Swift’s Voice: We are never ever ever getting back together). It hurt to let go but I just had to move on and the break up helped me realize my potential. For that I will forever be indebted to you for pushing me to discover myself and my world became better. You shot me into limelight by both our much publicized affair, I also became a star for something different while at the same time making me swear never to love again and with that I packed my bags, upped and left. Like Taylor Swift did thanking her One Direction band boyfriend for pushing her to be better, I thank you for making me a star! Dearest Obsession Yes you never knew it but that was what I called you in mind, you were my obsession. You fell in love with a picture of my curvaceous body but for me love was dead. You claimed you loved me but what I saw in your eyes was lust. You craved me, the object of your fantasy and with so much diligence and ardour you chased it till I had no choice but to surrender to your amorous advances. For me it wasn’t love but plain cut out relationship. Like Spartacus you impaled me on your man rod and I was yours with the brand. In time I came to respect you and admire your ways but just when I got to the point of surrendering totally, you turned around and kicked me out. The shadows of my past haunted me and never allowed me to love you, with you perhaps I may have found comfort but Cupid’s arrow forever remains in my heart, shredded it to pieces and your Midas touch was not enough to recuperate my failing heart. Unlike Cupid, you didn’t hurt much because I never allowed myself to let go, I always knew I was your sex symbol and I served my time (Taylor Swift’s Voice: We haven’t seen each other in a month when you said we needed space). Passion is the key lesson I got while I served under you, from you I got the experience that when you want something real bad, you can get it; I was out of your league but in the end the player got played and the coach got served! Piggy Darling Can I forget the object of my affection, the one who in one swoosh swept me off my feet and made me believe in the fairytales told to us by Disney? Happily Never After became real in just the space of one month, yours was the kind of love that burned hot but dies out quickly. You left me broken and dejected, desolate and confused; I longed for you, every night I yearned for your voice, a touch of your hands to rock me to bed but that was never to be. Like a candle in the wind you flickered out and the flames vanished, never to be traced. Just a month but you left your mark, wrote your initials in my heart with a crowbar before you walked off into the dark. For days on end I cried for my love but my wish was not to be, I was without my heart’s desire and I had to learn to move on (Adele’s Voice: You left with no goodbye). From you I learnt that everything in life is brief and short and while it does last, soak it all in and make every moment count, you taught me the lesson that things aren’t always what they seem and that in the end nobody loves you but you! Unforgettable Nosa Closing chapter but definetly not the least important, things were wrong from the beginning but Like Taylor Swift once again, I Knew You Were Trouble but I couldn’t give a phuck about that, in you I believed I finally found my perfect match, bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh but in the end I was only delusional. Crazy best friend called you Nosa in honour of your big nose that I found adorable. I was fine till I met you then you knocked me to the ground, like a bullet your love tore into me and broke my bone. I was powerless and fell into your waiting arms but in the end you weren’t there to catch my fall. You left me standing in the cold because you never gave me warmth, I became a soldier’s wife by the window, craning her neck by the window awaiting the return of her husband after a war. But alas, you never came and I wore black to mourn your departure (Rihanna’s Voice: Release me now coz I did my time of this cold case love). From you I learn't not to rely on another man for your happiness and that although you love somebody doesn’t necessarily mean you have to be with them. Now the year has come to a close and I am all here alone, I don’t know what 2014 will bring but I can only have my fingers crossed and hope for the best. Thank you very much Exes #TeamStronger (Beyonce’s Voice: Am alone now but I ain’t lonely, I got possibilities to keep me company) Dedicated to all the women and girls out there that have ever been heartbroken! |
So many of my friends have been attacking me for being a cinema lover and saying that it is a waste of money. So I decided to ask my fellow nairalandets, which will you rather go for, a movie at thy cinemas or watch from your home? |
Two Minutes From hell Death’s winged chariot hurrying near Instilling into all a chilling fear To take man home on a wingless flight Nothing to be done, no need to fight I was there just a minute before hell broke loose and if I had stayed just a moment longer, I would have been one of the hosts that welcome death as a visitor, allowed him in with it a warm embrace only to have it returned with a cold hug. I can’t get the horror of the accident that occurred at Oshodi on 19th of this month out of my head and to be honest I don’t think I ever will be able to. Scenes of accidents are better handled when you see the pictures or just watch your television from the safety of your home, sitting on a couch with the love of your family around you. The disturbing images of dismembered bodies and dead people lying their covered in a pool of blood will perhaps continue to haunt my nightmares for a long time to come and this was how it happened. I was on my way to spend the day with a friend since ASUU had left us no other thing to do than await its verdict on the 4 month old strike. I went about my house chores as normal, had breakfast then dressed up; I had a brief chat with my mum before leaving the house in a happy mood humming the lyrics of one of my favourite Rihanna song. The journey to Oshodi was without incident and I had even ran into a course-mate from my school. Since I was in a good natured mood, I had paid his transport fare and we chatted till we departed at Oshodi. I was on my way to Ejigbo and having never been there, I decided to ask around how to get the proper bus to convey me to my destination. I went to the ill-fated bus and asked the conductor if it was going my way, in the usual manner of the average conductor he pointed me to the right bus just some few metres away and I left. I was hardly there yet when I heard the big bang and looking back where I had just been standing a few moments ago was a scene of chaos. A Lord’s Chosen Charismatic Truck had just rammed into the bus and there were shouts everywhere. It was like I was watching a movie, the bus which had had passengers sitting calmly waiting for the bus to get filled was nothing to write home about and there was blood everywhere. The conductor was trapped between two buses from where we had been standing together and I couldn’t help shivering. I ran blindly towards the scene as if on autopilot and my stomach did a flip, the scene was horror 101. Blood, injured persons, broken bottles, a pregnant woman had been crushed to death, there were groans and moans from injured persons and shouts for help. I couldn’t take it, just as I had rushed there, I ran back and forced my way out of the crowd that had quickly gathered, thoughts of ‘that could have been me’ kept going through my head. The conductor was injured and I couldn’t help but think that I could be dead or injured too, I had been this close to death and I hadn’t even realized it. When I think about it, all I can think of is the brevity of life and wonder what would have been the tale if I had died? What would I have been remembered for, perhaps by some articles I have written on my blog? Would the course mate have remembered me as that kind boy that paid his transport? Mom would have kept on playing our last convo in her head of that I was sure and in the end all I can think is life is so short. Life is transient and the best way to live it is to make every moment count and leave good legacies behind! |
You can read this article with pictures here: http://lasgidikid..com/2013/11/young-money-wizkid-versus-olamide.html Music is a universal language that everybody can connect to. While we may not all necessarily share the same taste in music, it is safe to say that everybody loves music. You don’t have to necessarily understand the language of a song before you can appreciate the melodies. The Nigerian music industry has come a long way from what it used to be having broken into the international community, with songs by Nigerian artistes appreciated by the foreign community. Talented musicians have been nominated and won international awards in recognition of their outstanding talent while top-notch musicians have held sold out concerts within and outside the country. Of the teeming list of musicians that seem to dominate the music scene in Nigeria, two names that ring a bell are those of singer Wizkid and rapper Olamide. These two young artistes have been able to carve niches for themselves in a seemingly difficult market where a lot of hustle, talent and as some would see it ‘perceived luck’ is needed to strike gold. Wizkid (born Ayodeji Ibrahim Balogun) is a Nigerian artiste who rose to fame with his hit single ‘Holla at Your Boy’ which became a chart topper and had music lovers shaking and grooving to the brilliant lyrics of the song. Coming out of obscurity into the limelight, Wizkid has come a long way from his debut hit song to become a force to be reckoned with, having become a favourite among Nigerian youths. Personally I call Wizkid ‘the man with the golden touch’ because whatever song he releases always become a hit track and it is no wonder that this young wonder has come a long way since the release of his debut album ‘Superstar’ in 2011. The self acclaimed superstar has also collaborated on hit songs with the likes of son of legendary Afrobeat musician Femi Kuit on Jaiye Jaiye, Iyanya on Sexy Mama, Omawumi on Warn Yourself, Sarz on Beat of Life, international superstar Wale on Drop among many others. He has gone on to win many national and international awards in his career including Promising Artiste of the Year (Dynamix all Youth Awards 2009), Next Rated (The Headies 2011), Best African Act (MOBO 2011), Best Artist in the Africa/India/Middle East Region (MTV Eurpoe Music Award 2011), Artiste of the Year (The Headies 2012), African Artiste of the Year (Ghana Music Awards 2013). The aforementioned awards are just but a few of the many that the Pepsi Ambassador has carted home as he still has many other accolades and credits to his name. Olamide is another young Nigerian artiste that has been able to carve a niche for himself in the Nigerian music industry in the genre of rap. Olamide is known for his versatile rap style, free spirited delivery and creative lyrical ability. He has had his career likened to that of late rapper Dagrin because of the similar rap style which is a blend of English and Yoruba language. Many critics are even of the opinion that Olamide may not have come into recognition had Dagrin not succumbed to the cold hand of death in 2010. However the focus here is not about Olamide’s career against that of Dagrin but that of his and Wizkid. Just like Wizkid, Olamide hit major recognition when his single ‘Eni Duro’ became a success and was accepted by Nigerians. Not resting on his oars, the young star has been able to make good on his boast from one of his songs when he said in his lyrics ‘Like java I have got game I’m from the project and I have got fame, why the eff I gats go dey fill form for MTN project fame.’ Keeping up with the success of Eni Duro he has been able to churn out other hit songs like, Illefo Illuminati, Jaale, Go Down Low, Stupid Love, Yemi My Lover and collaborated with other artistes like D Banj on Ibadi, Davido in Panumo, Phyno on Ghost Mode among many others. The self acclaimed “Baddest Guy Ever Liveth” is no doubt very much loved on the streets having come out of a ghetto area like Bariga to become the famous star he is now and his latest effort ‘Durosoke’ is receiving major positive response from fans and critics alike. He also has awards to his name and was the biggest winner at the just concluded Nigeria Entertainment Awards carting home three awards. The success stories of Wizkid and Olamide has been compared by many and there has been the debate of who is better between the two. The argument of who is the better artiste has been a bone of contention and I would like to point out that in itself it is not comparing these two artiste as their genre of music differs, while Olamide can be safely said to be a rapper, Wizkid on the other hand is more of a singer fusing together African hip hop, afrobeat and afropop. There have been arguments in support of Olamide as having better content in terms of lyrics and swags while many believe that Wizkid is the bomb although if you ask me both basically sing the things that many Nigerians want to hear and there is no real depth to their lyrics. Olamide has been termed more mature lyric wise and this can perhaps be attributed to his originality and creativity in the mix of languages. For comments on who seems to be better you can check out these polls on NAIRALAND and also this comment page on FACEBOOK . Having had an opportunity to attend shows that both artiste performed at, it is safe for me to say that Olamide has more of the street credibility in terms of being able to carry along the crowd and work on emotions. While Wizkid can also effortlessly drive his fans into a frenzy by his mere presence on stage, the average guy on the street can relate better with Olamide because he is more “Nigerian.’ The average Nigerian can easily relate with Olamide’s first hit track ‘Eni Duro’ notwithstanding that most of the lyrics are Yoruba while Wizkid’s first single ‘Holla at Your Boy’ could be said to be a bit more refined in terms of lyrics and swags. There have been arguments that Wizkid has more awards and accolades to his credit than Olamide could ever hope for but honestly if you ask me I will say that it is not by the awards. How many of our musicians have won the prestigious Grammy Awards? Yes you answered right none, but this hasn’t stopped them from holding sold out concerts within and outside the country and put Nigeria and indeed Africa as a force to be reckoned with when it comes to music; it hasn’t diminished the fact that they are talented. However if the ratings are to go by the awards, Wizkid beats Olamide hands down. It also goes without saying that Wizkid has more international presence than Olamide does having been able to collaborate on songs with international acts and also win awards outside Nigeria. What Olamide may lack in international recognition he makes up for with his ever loyal fans in Nigeria unlike Wizkid who has had some bad blood with fans stoning his car and calling him names for his perceived pride. Wizkid came under heavy criticism recently when he called a fan broke for correcting his English and took intervention of the likes of J Martins and P Square to talk to the youngster not to forget his roots. The two artiste collaboration together on a song way back titled ‘Omo to Shan’ was a major success and it may have even generated a bit of controversy in its own right of who had the better lyrics. Olamide in an interview with This Day September last year had said he and Wizkid were not particularly friends and more of colleagues. There is no doubt that many more arguments could be raised in favour of any of the two artiste but in the end it all comes down to personal choice. Whose music gets you grooving or whose songs can you relate to more. Whether you go with Starboy Wizzy or Baddoo the baddest guy ever liveth is your choice, there is no disputing the fact that the two are both young and talented in their chosen fields and are kings of music in their own right. Do let me know, who would you rather take, Wizkid or Olamide?
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