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Phizzlephizz:The ripe one, you can just scoop out a part after slicing it open. I use peak powder and add a little water Scoop into a bowl, add milk and honey, mash and use |
marylandcakes:I don't like lime or lemon because of its bleaching properties even honey has self. I use honey, milk and avocado, sometimes I don't use the milk. Before that I scrub with sweet almond oil and sugar after steaming my face; the only issue is I am irregular as my saturdays are rarely free but it's so rewarding because my face becomes soft and the avocado helps in giving my face gloss especially as I have very dry skinFor those who say they have the freshest skin, you are like those who perceive they are slim and shouldn't exercise. |
My Love, Yesterday, I renounced God. I cannot tell you that I felt any different. Knowing you, you would probably shake your head and call it one of my stupid dramatic acts or better still, you would probably laugh out loud. Whatever you do, know that I will be glad I got a reaction out of you. ‘Why,’ I can hear you ask ‘after all this time?’ Why not? How else can I get your attention? I’d like you to think that I am no more that terrified girl worried about the afterlife, worried where I’d end up. Two days ago, I laid the bed just the way you liked it. I expected to hear your voice saying how perfect I had become and no I am not becoming melancholic, I know how you hate that. The edges were tucked in just the way you taught me. And after smoothing the sheets, I couldn’t lay on the bed. I just couldn’t, afraid that if I did, the creases might just wipe your memory away, wiping our memory out - leaving no traces of us. Three days back, I yelled and kicked Dreamy, he was quite surprised and looked at me as if I had lost my mind, he yelped and ran far away from me and didn’t come back even when I coaxed and coaxed till when he felt hungry and even at that he took his food with such suspicion that I just sat there and cried. He came to bed with me later though; I think he understood what a rough place I was in. You know what? I am going to tear this letter right after writing. I can imagine the look on your face, when you realize that you’d won and were right that I’d come begging. Well, there’s no shame in begging, but you probably don’t know that. ‘No one should have to beg anything or anyone’, you’d say with so much contempt. It’s why you hated the idea of God; it’s why you left me. Today, I tried to pack all your clothes into that old box you hated and then haul it off into the bush, burning them all but I was too weak. I told myself I’d do it later but here I am it’s getting dark and I am nowhere close to burning them, I couldn’t; not after sniffing it, sniffing you, remembering us. Tomorrow, I will scrub everywhere; scrub you out of this room, the other rooms and my heart. I can hear singing from that church down the street. Oh, what a beautiful sound; pure and melodious. I should get up and make preparations for service just to clearly hear the voices. Of course, that doesn’t mean anything…it doesn’t….oh, I don’t know, I just feel you are putting me under pressure even from afar, trying to make me feel guilty for enjoying that song, shaking your head and probably saying I am a lost cause… Someone is coming. Someone has broken in. Dreamy is pretending to be asleep, he should be up and barking. I have nothing of value that can be taken save this letter, I wouldn’t want my weakness out for anyone to see and even you won’t get to see this letter. I just….oh, they are here. The footsteps walked towards the room where the woman was in. The woman seeing nowhere to hide her letter sat on it. The door opened and two men walked in. “What do you want? I have no money, nothing of value.” The two men did not answer. One goes to Dreamy and picks him up. Dreamy, the lazy dog snuggled further into the arms of the one who had picked him. “How are you today Sandra?” One of the men finally spoke while sitting down on the other chair in the room. No answer from Sandra, she stared straight ahead as if unaware of the men in her room. The man with the dog went out but left the door open. “Sandra?” The man moved to touch her hand. “Don’t you dare touch me! My neighbours might be out but I’ll still scream for those down at the church to hear. I have nothing of value, what do you want with Dreamy?” “The teddy needs a wash, he’ll be back once he is dry.” Sandra did not reply. “Are you still having hallucinations?” “None of your business…what happens to me or not, what I see and don’t.” “But it is…how else will you get well? Besides Daniel is coming tomorrow.” At this news, her eyes lighted up and her look was transformed to that of a child, trusting and open. “He is?” “Yes and I know you would like to see him but you know he wants to see you…well, he loves to see you improved…” “But I am! Look, I even wrote him a letter…” standing up slightly, she brought out the paper. The man looked at the paper a long while but said nothing. “You think I showed too much weakness?” “No, I think it’s beautiful what you have written…” “Really? Read it to me, I like to hear how I sound; perhaps I might be able to edit it.” “I don’t think I can, this looks too personal for a third party.” Sandra’s smile brightened. “Well, it’s obvious you’ve never been in love before.” Stretching out her hand, she snatched the paper back and smoothened an imaginary crease, leaving it lying on the table between them. “You didn’t say anything about my well-made bed.” The man looked towards the bed, the blanket was on the floor, the bed sheet had been taken off the matrass and dumped in one corner of the bed. “Now don’t mind the mess by the bed, wanted to burn Dan’s clothes but it was in a moment of anger that has passed. What’s the use of carrying around so much anger, when we can as well carry love?” “Sandra, who am I?” She shrugged, “A thief, a rapist, a murderer….you could be anyone of those” “I really had hoped you were getting better but it seems you might have to be transferred out of here. I am sorry, I failed you Sandra.” “Lie, lie, lie!!! You want to take me away from Daniel. Nothing I do is ever good for him, nothing! He prefers those unclean whores to a clean and sanctified one as myself. Tell him he hasn’t won.” As her voice rose, two men came in with a woman. The woman had a syringe in her hand. As the men held the screaming female, the woman quickly injected the liquid contents from the syringe into the unwilling female’s veins. The injection calmed the female and she sat looking listlessly at her captors. “Sandra, Daniel is dead. You killed him after accusing him of cheating on you.” “You lie…” spoken with resignation this time. “To achieve what exactly?” “To make them believe I am insane…” “Are you?” “No, I am not. I didn’t kill anyone, why would I write a letter to someone I killed?” “Because that’s how your mind wants to deal with it. Can I keep the letter?” “No, it’s personal…” The man looked away helplessly. He stood up and with the attendants shuffled out of the room. Sandra picked up the letter she had written and smoothened more imaginary creases. Her mind didn’t see what everyone else had, the paper had no words written on it except angry slashes drawn at random. THE END |
Cause baby you're a firework Come on show 'em what your worth Make 'em go oh, oh, oh! Now, I can never take Kim Jong Un seriously because of the interview. |
mmsen:Annang is a dialect same as Ibibio and Efik. Annang and Ibibio have more in common than Efik has with either two |
Erm, Mr Kayode; Tinapa and Tropicana are two different places and in different states. Tinapa is in Calabar, Tropicana is in Uyo |
I don't understand how people make comments without exhausting all other means through research. They get hosted by people at night and charge their phones there, that also means they do not sleep in the bush as most are implying neither do I believe people should taint their intentions by suggesting they engage in se.xual relations. Can we not think 'konji' everytime a man and woman are together or are most that depraved? ![]() |
nickibarb:His PA is male? Lol. |
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Do you guys have a maid? I am asking because I don't understand your husband saying you could come after he had gone out to pick them up especially as he later seized your keys Is your husband in support of your professional course? How was the tone of your text, when narrating to your mother-in-law? I ask because except it resulted into a fight where you had to narrate, I don't see why you couldn't have sent a 'Mama good evening, I have been trying to reach you. I wanted to know if you were around/in town' as opposed to 'mama, your son doesn't want me to carry the children to my parents' PLEASE, I am not implying you wrote it that way; but you claimed to have sent a text narrating the whole thing so I am sure your frustration spilled through. I am also trying to reconcile how things quickly escalated to key seizure and your fall on the table. Your MIL is not also picking your parents call means something is afoot but while trying to worry about what could possibly be wrong and keeping your distance, I think you should worry more about your home. Worry about why your husband's reaction was that way even after you had reassured him and why he isn't bothered about the frosty relations between you and his mother |
The man is angry because you betrayed his confidence. Yes, he was looking for apartments with a lady BUT he didn't let his wife know for reasons known to him. In trying to settle the matter, you should have assured the woman without bringing forth examples. I know the deed has been done but there are lessons you should learn from that experience. Let couples settle their matter If you want to help, always play neutral I think you should apologise to the man and explain how you blundered while trying to help. Put all the blame on yourself and if you still want to leave after that, you can but clear the air first |
nairalife2013:LMAO. I can imagine the whole thing; your wife happily washing away, you gritting your teeth and having to bear it while looking out for those whose blinds are parted more than it should be. When I was younger, I used to wash my dad's car |
Nathclinton:lol, i am female |
I don't like the sitting posture. It looks awkward, she strained too much that it made her body arch in a not so graceful way. |
It would be appropriate if we hear from inhale&exhale first. All I have to say is this to intending customers. No one can make Nigeria better except individuals desire to become better at dealings. If you contract someone for a job and you've come to an agreement; the least you can do is honour that agreement. If the design aint to your taste, point it out till it is what you get what you want. Once the design has been shown and you have no complaints immediately, then pay up for the job done; no excuses. It is in bad taste, if you have to be reminded to pay up. It can be frustrating once a person keeps sending reminders and you read but not reply to even placate or beg for more time. That frustration could lead one to say stuffs he isn't supposed to because he knows there isn't any way he can make you pay up. This isn't passing judgement but just pointing out the stinking attitude, we all have taken for granted. |
boynigeria:Na so, stories dey mutate come spread. Where did you see him braiding or applying make-up for me? You would do well not to assume or think that your definition of brotherly love is the only way. You cannot do that for your sisters, fine but don't disparage my brother. If you cannot understand that kind hearted gesture, please leave it be. Life na jeje |
cococandy:Thanks, he'll hear |
boynigeria:Lmao and who is a non pussy? The one that fights his sisters or stretch his legs and wait for food? Or the one that doesn't care about his siblings but want them to care about him? Love doesn't ask why. |
Pinkiedearie:You either want to marry him or not, no room for thinking . And come prepared with your groomprice ![]() |
We had a neighbour. He was a friend of mine because we always discussed conspiracy theories together then. He was married with two children(girls) and no job. One day, I asked after I overhead the wife complaining about him to her friends close to our shop and because he was my friend, I later asked him why he wasn't supporting his wife. He said his Ghanian O'levels enabled him work at NASCO before he was retrenched. He was retrenched in the early 90s. I asked why he didn't try other jobs even menial. He gave excuses, asthma, cold, old and tired bones and yet he even wanted another child preferably a boy. We knew this because the wife came to complain to my mum and wanted her to dissuade him. The wife took care of the rent, the children schooling, his feeding etc via trading. Her parents pitched in to help sometimes. This was a brilliant man but was just averse to sucking it in and being a man by taking charge of his house. 2009, the wife died of hepatitis. 2010, she was buried according to those who attended in the most ugly casket (no money for a good casket). 2010, he had to leave their apartment, rent had expired. The late wife's pastor picked one of his daughters and the wife's besty picked the other. He relocated back to Delta and is now teaching in a school. If his wife hadn't died, I am sure he wouldn't have worked. The excuses would have kept piling. There is no one the wife didn't report him to: her pastor (he prefered judaism); his friends, her relatives, her parents etc Morale: Your mum isn't helping her man. Except the Abuja job is still waiting for her, I doubt she should bank on that. If the shop isn't moving, let her try something else or she could get in touch with the abuja politician to connect her to their friends in Lagos or in the South West. I say that because I am considering the high standard of living in Abuja and unforseen circumstances that might occur. |
My mum is a beautiful woman, kind hearted, strong, tolerant and wonderful woman. I have rarely seen her deeply angry and I fear her anger more than my strict dad's own because it means not seeing her smile for a while. But this human story isn't about her. It is about our last born. I want to touch on what he did for me last year that touched me deep. He is in year 1 now but last year when he came for his second post-utme because the first didn't come out well, I felt bad that he was cooped up in the house most times; there aren't many places to goin Uyo so I usually allowed him to go and watch matches by giving him money especially since he had exhausted what my parents gave him. We all needed to go for my aunt's wedding september and my parents thought it wise, he waited and came along with us and so of course I needed to fix my hair before traveling. The human hair I was to fix had been kept in readiness but while sorting out the hair bag, I saw another human hair and instructed my sister to wash it for me. She did and because the cloud had darkened prior to her and my brother going to church, she didn't hang it out to dry but spread it on nylons in the house. It was still cloudy when I left for church, so I didn't spread it out either. I don't attend the same church with them and mine close pretty late, so on my way back, I received a call from my brother. He wanted to know if I was coming home soon, I replied that I was. When I got home, I met him fanning the weaves. I stood with mouth agape for a while before I asked him what he was doing. His reply "You are fixing your hair tomorrow, I want the weave-on to dry for you" I was speechless and humbled. I quickly told him, that wasn't what I was going to fix before the dude jump up talk say im wan go watch match wey don start ![]() That event has stayed with me and makes me more proud of my siblings...you see, our mother raised us well...so it's still a happy mother's day to her ![]()
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She is 20, so I can forgive her a bit but if she continues with that mindset, she better put off marriage for a while. Life is too short for one to be selfish atimes, if the mum wants more children, she should. The only reason I don't like a large family is because there is rarely a that close knit bond amongst all the siblings. In the end, your friend's mum, her body, her house, her rules. |
Perhaps your fiancee is thinking age wise? Well, if you still decide on 2017, your wedding will still be modest, think time value of money. My advice? Come to a common ground; this year or next. Have a posh vacation in 2017 with your wife instead |
The day of redemption is here Men's heart are failing for fear Be filled with the spirit Your lamps trimmed and clear Look up! Your redemption is here |
In the year 1974, I travel to Oyibo man country, ala bekee, ala bekee, obodo ndi ocha. . . I come say make I chop my akpu and soup Na im one Oyibo man come dey shout; Police eeeee (2x) Police! He's committing suicide oh The black man wey dey here is commiting suicide oh (3ce) Bright Chimezie |
A creative mind is limitless. |
dodoniyi:Except for part I struck out, these deductions are mostly true |
Children grow up on the foundation they got. I didn't have such experience with my younger sister because of so many factors - foundation and others - that came into play. My maternal cousin, who came to live with us though nearly gave me high blood pressure. She came when she was around 10 and blossomed into a beautiful girl at 15/16. She had hips, figure, beauty etc and attracted all sorts. Now, I had laid down a law amongst my siblings, her inclusive. “No relationships till I see admission letter to a tertiary institution.” Because of the way the hierarchy in our house is/was structured, I can/could afford to give such ultimatums. Now, my little cousin who was in SS 1 by then started having admirers. I, in my small wisdom, didn't want my parents knowing because I felt I could handle the situation but she started becoming saucy and came back late from errands. I punished her after one of such incidences and in return she reported me to the 'chief' boyfriend, a young man in his 30s. That one came to me and I told him off in the most scalding way. "Is that how you would like your sister to be treated? If you want to marry her, wait till she finishes school. Come and meet my parents and they will direct you to her parents but leave her alone. If I see you come by the shop again, I will raise an alarm, ensure my parents hear and have her returned to the village." Why did she become saucy? I wouldn't go as far as saying she had started having sex but I would say I stumbled on gift items and she usually had money. We weren't sleeping in the same room. So, money + gifts + love proclamations from men + sex will ensure your sister turns a deaf ears to your pleas or punishments. Girls at that age are easily swayed. In my cousin's case, I started talking to her about how her parents would feel if she disappointed them especially her father whom she loved dearly - I used sentiments. I called a siblings meeting and told them we had to value ourselves against outsiders and that money wasn't all that. I told them, I could give out of my allowance if I had but whenever I couldn't meet any of their demands, after they had met our parents, then they were to be content with not having whatever they needed - I preached contentment. I encouraged her to join a church group. Why? She could still be guided aright and it worked. All these were done without my parents (father) knowing. My father is a staunch disciplinarian, go against his rules and if you were a relative, you would be sent home. Punishments or flogging won't change her, it would just lead her to the eager arms of men and in anger she would feel that going against your wishes is the retaliation needed to hurt you. Talking about condoms or STDs would be like gibberish, cause she is still high on her new found pleasures. She is already getting things from different men. I feel that the root cause is lack of love especially fuelled by the strained relationship with the step-mother. Are you guys close? If yes, take more interests in her studies, drill her about school and what she learnt. Talk to her about life generally. Tell her your plans. Ask about hers. Listen carefully when she talks. Talk flippantly about relationships. Ones you had and while you broke off some. Put fiction if you have to. In your stories, emphasize on how the ladies thought their bodies were a bargaining chip. What guys value in ladies. Do all this in a relaxed setting, if she is tensed; she would close her mind to any advices. Live an exemplary life. Sorry for the epistle |
The Kangaroo is probably thinking: 'Please, don't ask that I be your pet. I still want my momma's care and won't fancy hopping to your every whims' I mean the thought is clearly written on kangy's face |
puzzler: Another interesting view |
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but it's so rewarding because my face becomes soft and the avocado helps in giving my face gloss especially as I have very dry skin


