You know its actually cool and reliefing knowing that your not alone whenever one's experiencing certain difficulties in life.
Mine started 11years ago. I have always taken my bath with sponge ever since I was a kid and each time I bath, the cooling effect of the breeze was so so refreshing but it all ended wen I was in SS2.
That fateful morning, I took my bath in our guest toilet(I never really like it though) because my younger ones were using my regular bathroom. After bathing, I expected the usual feeling of freshness but what I got was OVERWHELMING....my hand started itching, little by little, followed by my legs, my stomach, my thighs infact "na dans I dey that very moment" I itched for like 25mins. You should have seen my face filled with so much anger to the extent that I started beefing our guest toilet ooo.
After that experience, I didn't take my bath for ONE WEEK funny enough because mehn I just couldn't face that itching again...later I decided to summon courage but even before I finished bathing sef, body don dey itch me for bathroom.
This continued for years and I coudnt tell anyone because I felt so ashamed(don't know why).
I tried so many remedies......different soaps, washed my towel and rinsed like ten times, cold,hot and medium water water bathing, pears baby oil, different vaselines and creams but mehn it only got worst to the extent that even rain or sometimes sweat can ignite the itching. Very terrible experience. Bathing even became a nightmare that I only took my bath "if and only if" I was certain that I was going out if not..."If I hear say I baff". Finally decided to go for test at the hospital...dey did every test possible even cutting my skin(probably for scabies) but the doctors said I was FINE.
Hmmmm...this was how I suffered ooo until I discovered my only best remedy--->bathing without sponge and rubbing vaseline directly on my body and towel for only my face only. Its such a relief ooo. Atleast now I can bath anytime I want and even sleep in the bathroom sef without been scared of this yeye itching.

The funny thing is that at some point I ALMOST got pissed of with God sef cos after the itching I would feel SO TIRED that the next thing on my mind is to SLEEP.


I opened this thread for ma fellow nairalanders to PLEASE share their own experiences and possible solutions so that those who are still suffering might get RELIEF again..thanksss

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[size=20pt]You obviously don't realise that the reason why you're itching is because you've been bathing without sponge but only with soft cloth or not at all, while your body dirty stick to your body until the dirty are forced by hard sponge to remove them. [/size]

Guy free us na...I hav been bathin with sponge ryt frm wen I was a kid...serious scrubing n all dat but just one day...just one day... A day I won't forget. After bathin wit sponge came d itching. It felt like death d first time but over 11years I discovad dat witout sponge d itch reduces, omor na d way bdat oooooo......

U won't just understand except dos dat hav experienced dis shi.t

Jennydoris:
I don't use sponge at all. Any day I will try that I will end up giving myself a scratch for like 10 minutes after leaving the bathroom because my whole body will be itching. So I make use of soft cloth.

Ur very correct ooo...n d worst part b say d itching no dey pity person at all. Instead of bathin n feeling refreshed, after bath na vex....got to a point I nearly vex wit God sef...chaiiiii

ebankole:
Bigemmmybig

Its a no go away,that's what the Lord said.

I don't knw what is it goin thru ur mind about her or choice of thought towards the said lady but its a no go area.
And if there isn't such thought,Just keep in mind its a no no!
The mother knws somthin u don't know.
Bless u

Yeaa thaanksss again...God bless

I had a dream about an old lady friend of mine...in real life, I met her again after about ten years of no contact..In d dream I saw her n her yunga broda. We were all happy about seeing each oda but d moment I introduced myself to there mother, d moda was angry,mad n agressive towards me. I wonda y

ebankole:

No! It means,according to God its not yet time for marriage.

But am not tinking of getting married ryt now...probably in 3years time

Ebankole

Please can u expantiate more? Cos at d moment I stil don't have a job...does d baby turning to a book means I have to go bak to school again? Seriously am tired of schooling!!! Please what do u mean by responsibility to- in responsibility?

I need interpretation please.... I had a dream I was getting married to an old friend dat I haven't seen in like 5years. She already had a children for anoda man but I agreed to marry her. On the day of d wedding, I was given the child to carry and I decided to put the child in ma bag den I closed d zip. Wen I got to my brides house, one woman was axin about the child so dat she could carry it...on opening my bag, the child changed to a book ooo n one of ma aunties was like wen did I finish school dat am getting married...and all through the dream I was physically concious axin my self who is sponsoring dis wedding? Cos I knew perfectly well dat I had no job. Thanks

A Chinese man divorced and then sued his
ex-wife for giving birth to what he called an
extremely ugly baby girl, the Irish Times
reported.

Initially, Jian Feng accused his wife of
infidelity, so sure that he could never father
an unattractive child.

When a DNA test proved that the baby was his,
Feng's wife came clean on a little secret —
before they met, she had undergone about
$100,000 worth of cosmetic surgery in South
Korea.

Feng sued his ex-wife on the grounds of false
pretenses, for not telling him about the plastic
surgery and duping him into thinking she was
beautiful, The Huffington Post reported.
The kicker? He won. A judge agreed with
Feng's argument and ordered his ex-wife to
fork over $120,000.

"I married my wife out of love, but as soon as
we had our first daughter, we began having
marital issues," he told the Irish Times. "Our
daughter was incredibly ugly, to the point
where it horrified me."

i just came across this:




My name is Elvis, pls I you to look at this situation
that I’ve found myself and tell me if I’m wrong:
I got a house for my girlfriend out of my parent’s
house just because I wanted us to have our privacy
before we get married. I am always going there to
spend the night most times and she did not tell me
that her mother is very young and beautiful; a single
woman.
But one day I went to “our house” and she
introduced me to her mum, the woman really liked
me. But I didnt know that it’s not just like, but love.
One day my girl was on night shift in the hospital
where she works and her mum called me around
7:30 that I should come to the house that she wants
to see before she goes back.
I went and she told me the house is bored, that I
should spend the night with her and stay till my girl
is back in the morning so we can both take her to
the park to return to Asaba.
I agreed and in the night she woke me up from the
chair and asked me to join in her bed…
My heart skipped but she said no problem she just
don’t want me to have neck pain by sleeping on the
chair till morning. I followed her to the bed and in
less than five minutes she has taken off her wrapper
and was with me under the blanket. I understand
what she wanted and by looking at her bare body I
was already in the mood, so I slept with her, like 3
times before morning and I even enjoyed her more
than her daughter.
When she left, my girlfriend was angry that I spend
the night in “our house” with her mum without
telling her but I told her it was her mum’s idea and
that I did not complain since her mum told me that I
would stay till she got back from work. Olu Famous
I lied to her that nothing happened, that’s my
mistake.
The mum called me after last Christmas and told me
that she was pregnant for me and that we should
tell my girl so that her daughter can “cry small and
then look for another man”. The woman wants to
marry me.
My girlfriend is aware now and she is cursing me,
threatening my life. But is it my fault? Pls I’m
confused!



www.nollywoodmagazine.com/2014/01/my-girlfriends-mum-is-pregnant-for-me-but-its-not-my-fault.html

WHAT a world we live in...

money! money!! money!!!

A 19-year-old, Alan Hruby, has killed all the
members of his family because he wanted to inherit
the family fortune.
Hruby murdered his 48-year-old mother, Tinker
Hruby, 17-year-old Katherine, and 50-year-old
father, John Hruby, on 9 October, in their family
home in Oklahoma, with a 9mm pistol he found in
his father’s truck.
According to the court documents, the teenager
needed $ 3,000 to pay a loan shark, and he thought
he could inherit enough money to pay the loan, after
killing his parents and sister.
The District Attorney Jason Hicks, of Stephens
County, said, “He felt like if he murdered his
mother, his father and his sister, he would be the
only one, the only heir, to their estate.”
Hruby initially appeared shaken when police told
him about his family’s murder, a day after their
bodies were found by a housekeeper, but
investigators could tell that his tears were
superficial.
Hicks said, “The only remorse we’ve seen is because
he got caught. Any tears that he shed, they were
crocodile tears. It wasn’t remorse because “I’ve lost
my mom, my dad and my sister,” — it’s remorse
because he knows that his life is basically over. It
was completely planned out, this kid is an evil
person.”
The University of Oklahoma freshman has been
charged with the triple murders after he confessed
to the killings.




www.nollywoodmagazine.com/2014/10/19-year-old-greedy-bozo-murders-entire-family-to-inherit-fortune.html?%25POSTTITLE%25

An elderly couple have announced their plans to die
in the world's first 'couple' euthanasia – despite
neither of them being terminally ill. Instead the pair
fear loneliness if the other one dies first from
natural causes.

Identified only by their first names, Francis, 89, and
Anne, 86, they have the support of their three adult
children who say they would be unable to care for
either parent if they became widowed.

The children have even gone so far as to find a
practitioner willing to carry out the double killings
on the grounds that the couple's mental anguish
constituted the unbearable suffering needed to
legally justify euthanasia.




www.nollywoodmagazine.com/2014/09/aged-couple-plan-mutual-euthanasia-because-of-fear-one-will-die-before-the-other.html?%25POSTTITLE%25

His wife and him got married as Catholics and they
have been practicing the Catholic faith in all their
ten years of marriage. All the love and peace they
have enjoyed in their marriage is about to
change as she recently found love in the
Jehovah’s witnesses doctrine where they do not
celebrate birthdays, anniversaries, Christmas
and other celebrations.

She now wants to force this new way of live on
him and their three children who have lived
all there lives enjoying these celebrations. This
new way of thinking is seriously affecting their
marriage as she is trying to be forceful with their
kids living according to her new found
doctrine.

According to him, It’s not like her new found faith is
bad but he would just respect it if she leaves him
and his kids out of it. he seriously wants to save
his marriage but don’t want her new belief to
affect my children.


How does he handle this
situation?

nice

“Believing that true love waits, I make a
commitment to God, myself, my family, my friends,
my future mate and my future children to be
sexually abstinent from this day until the day I enter
a biblical marriage relationship. As well as
abstaining from sexual thoughts, sexual touching,
pornography, and actions that are known to lead to
sexual arousal.”


At the age of 10, I took a pledge at my church
alongside a group of other girls to remain a virgin
until marriage. Yes, you read that right — I was 10
years old.


Let’s take a look at who I was as a 10-year-old: I was
in fourth grade. I played with Barbie dolls and had
tea parties with imaginary friends. I pretended I was
a mermaid every time I took a bath. I still thought
boys were icky and I had no idea I liked girls, too. I
wouldn’t get my period for another four years. And
most importantly, I didn’t have a clue about sex.
The church taught me that sex was for married
people. Extramarital sex was sinful and dirty and I
would go to Hell if I did it. I learned that as a girl, I
had a responsibility to my future husband to remain
pure for him. It was entirely possible that my future
husband wouldn’t remain pure for me, because he
didn’t have that same responsibility, according to
the Bible. And of course, because I was a Christian, I
would forgive him for his past transgressions and
fully give myself to him, body and soul.

Once I got married, it would be my duty to fulfill my
husband’s sexual needs. I was told over and over
again, so many times I lost count, that if I remained
pure, my marriage would be blessed by God and if I
didn’t that it would fall apart and end in tragic
divorce.
I believed it. Why wouldn’t I? I was young and these
were people I trusted. Everyone knew I’d taken the
virginity vow, of course. Gossip is the lifeblood of
the Baptist Church. My parents were so proud of me
for making such a spiritual decision. The church
congregation applauded my righteousness.
For more than a decade, I wore my virginity like a
badge of honor. My church encouraged me to do so,
saying my testimony would inspire other young girls
to follow suit. If the topic ever came up in
conversation, I was happy to let people know that I
had taken a pledge of purity.

It became my entire identity by the time I hit my
teen years. When I met my then boyfriend-now
husband, I told him right away that I was saving
myself for marriage and he was fine with that
because it was my body, my choice and he loved me.
We were together for six years before we got
married. Any time we did anything remotely sexual,
guilt overwhelmed me. I wondered where the line
was because I was terrified to cross it. Was he
allowed to touch my breasts? Could we look at each
other naked? I didn’t know what was considered
sexual enough to condemn my future marriage and
send me straight to Hell.

An unhealthy mixture of pride, fear, and guilt helped
me keep my pledge until we got married. In the
weeks before our wedding, I often got congratulated
on keeping my virginity for so long. The comments
ranged from curious (how in the world did you
manage?) to downright disgusting (I bet you’re
going to have one busy wedding night!). I let them
place me on the pedestal as their virginal, perfect-
Christian-girl mascot.

I lost my virginity on my wedding night, with my
husband, just as I had promised that day when I was
10 years old. I stood in the hotel bathroom
beforehand, wearing my white lingerie, thinking, “I
made it. I’m a good Christian.” There was no chorus
of angels, no shining light from Heaven. It was just
me and my husband in a dark room, fumbling with a
condom and a bottle of lube for the first time.
Sex hurt. I knew it would. Everyone told me it
would be uncomfortable the first time. What they
didn’t tell me is that I would be back in the
bathroom afterward, crying quietly for reasons I
didn’t yet comprehend. They didn’t tell me that I’d
be on my honeymoon, crying again, because sex felt
dirty and wrong and sinful even though I was
married and it was supposed to be okay now.
When we got home, I couldn’t look anyone in the
eye. Everyone knew my virginity was gone. My
parents, my church, my friends, my co-workers.
They all knew I was soiled and tarnished. I wasn’t
special anymore. My virginity had become such an
essential part of my personality that I didn’t know
who I was without it.

It didn’t get better. I avoided undressing in front of
my husband. I tried not to kiss him too often or too
amorously so I wouldn’t lead him on. I dreaded
bedtime. Maybe he’d want to have sex.
When he did, I obliged. I wanted nothing more than
to make him happy because I loved him so much and
because I’d been taught it was my duty to fulfill his
needs. But I hated sex. Sometimes I cried myself to
sleep because I wanted to like it, because it wasn’t
fair. I had done everything right. I took the pledge
and stayed true to it. Where was the blessed
marriage I was promised?

I let it go on this way for almost two years before I
broke down. I just couldn’t do it anymore. I told my
husband everything. My feminist husband was
horrified that I’d let him touch me when I didn’t
want him to. He made me promise I’d never do
anything I didn’t want to do ever again. We stopped
having sex. He encouraged me to see a therapist and
I did. It was the first step on a long journey to
healing.

Ten-year-old girls want to believe in fairy tales.
Take this pledge and God will love you so much and
be so proud of you, they told me. If you wait to have
sex until marriage, God will bring you a wonderful
Christian husband and you’ll get married and live
happily ever after, they said. Waiting didn’t give me
a happily ever after. Instead, it controlled my
identity for over a decade, landed me in therapy,
and left me a stranger in my own skin. I was so
completely ashamed of my body and my sexuality
that it made having sex a demoralizing experience.
I don’t go to church anymore, nor am I religious. As
I started to heal, I realized that I couldn’t figure out
how to be both religious and sexual at the same
time. I chose sex. Every single day is a battle to
remember that my body belongs to me and not to
the church of my childhood. I have to constantly
remind myself that a pledge I took when I was only
10 doesn’t define who I am today. When I have sex
with my husband, I make sure it’s because I have a
sexual need and not because I feel I’m required to
fulfill his desires.

I’m now thoroughly convinced that the entire
concept of virginity is used to control female
sexuality. If I could go back, I would not wait. I
would have sex with my then-boyfriend-now-
husband and I wouldn’t go to hell for it. We would
have gotten married at a more appropriate age and I
would have kept my sexuality to myself.
Unfortunately, I can’t go back but I can give you this
message as a culmination of my experiences: If you
want to wait to have sex until marriage make sure
it’s because you want to. It’s your body; it belongs
to you, not your church. Your sexuality is nobody’s
business but yours.




www.nollywoodmagazine.com/2014/08/i-regret-remaining-a-virgin-until-i-got-married.html

Boomboost:
u cant cheat God.This person u r talkin about must have hrd about God thru d course of his life n then waited till he was about takin his dyin breathe.All d same,rapture is 4 d holy,he cudnt have bcom holy immediately.We r supposed to b practisin our heavenly lifestyle here on earth.

so what about d thief dat died beside Jesus who was immediately promised a place in heaven?

hmmmmm by dis little standards above i tink no one wud make heaven seriously. no man is perfect o its jst Gods gift of grace dat wud save us.

food for thought.....remember d thief dat was crucified wit Jesus? whom Jesus promised eternal life there and then. compare dat scenerio wit wat d op wrote above den i tink u myt understand my view.

op wat u wrote is appreciated

ammyluv2002: Why would I stop worshiping the same God that gave the other person the 20m? I can also get mine from Him too so my answer to your question is. ...NO, I wouldn't trade my God (serving Christ) for anything in this world and datz my final question don't even make me feel bad about it cause it won't work

hahaha ok ok, evry man wit his own ideology

finofaya: My muslim brothers, we can ignore a gay man. Maybe look the other way for a woman. But a gay woman? Really?
Maybe allowing these people more access to Allah will be better for them anyway. I'm sure there is a cure in the Qur'an.
Gay men have to stay in front tho. Let us not tempt them with our behinds while we are bowed in prayer.

Gay men have to stay in front tho. Let us not tempt them with our behinds while we are bowed in prayer------ dis got me laughing i like ur freedom of xpression bro