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A cut in the heart!(A true life story). The concluding Episode! I’ve hooked up with an organization called Meeting Professionals Against Human Trafficking, which raises awareness around sex trafficking in the events industry, alerting businesses like hotels to how they might be indirectly involved. I’ve given speeches for them, telling my story. People ask me if I’m afraid of my traffickers returning now that I’ve gone public. It’s hard to explain, but I’m not scared at all anymore. I gave those guys so much power, and that’s how they were able to do those things to me. Telling my story means they don’t have any power over me! Maria is now in ministry full time sharing the love of Jesus Christ. My final message to my audience! “There is no sin too big too bad for Christ. And when everyone else leaves you, He willnever leave you or forsake you. Just like the story we just concluded.She is a living witness, a walking example of whatChrist can do with somebody’s life.” Have you been molested or abused or used (jilted) or from a broken(dysfunctional) home or grow up with an empty ‘love tank’ and/or with hatredtowards men (women), and nursing your pain(s) all alone or even concluded that youhave had enough and turned bad like Maria, at a point in her life? Listen, whatever your story might be, it’s not the most pathetic! You can certainly climb out of it. It’s not over for you; there is still hope in your future, and all your wounds shall be healed (see Jeremiah 30:17 & 31:17). You just have to know all that! You need toalso know that, “two wrongs can’t make a right.” A wrong step is corrected by taking another, but right, step. The way out of a pit is up! Look up to your Delivered and call out to him even in that distress, He’d sure deliver you from that massacre. Thanks for reading till the very end.Kindly share this story to help someone struggling and nursing this kind of trauma to get relieved. God bless you! ©Grace Dammy. A passionate writer.
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Episode 12 I was working as a receptionist at a financial services company. I was trying to work and keep straight. But then a guy I liked broke up with me and I spiralled. I was depressed and broke, barely covering the rent I owed my dad. A girl I’d met at the safe house had told me about Backpage, and how escorts didn’t need pimps anymore; we could be independent.I went back to escorting. It was hard at first, without the protection of the traffickers. But I was making cool cash in an afternoon—at my receptionist job, I earned just above minimum wage. And as time went on, I got regulars, so the work was more stable, less risky.Because I was on Backpage, pimps kept messaging me; that’s how they recruit girls. One guy sent a picture. He was attractive and he offered to drive me home, no strings attached. Soon we were involved. He introduced me to what’s called “the game”—branding yourself to become a well-known escort. He took great pictures of me and posted them on Backpage so I could get higher-end clients.I was around his other girls now, too, which broke the loneliness of working independently. Girls and pimps all follow each other on Instagram and Snapchat and Twitter. At the time, we liked BlackBerry Messenger because we’d communicate with a PIN instead of a phone number. It became an addictive competition: a girl would post a picture holding the latest Gucci bag, captioned, “Thanks, Daddy!” referring to her trafficker. Then someone else would post a picture of a bigger, newer bag. We were all trying to one-up each other. By the early 2010s, Airbnb had become big. They were great for the game because they’re usually self-check-in and you could use Visa Debit instead of a credit card. Plus, those beautiful apartments photograph well.My traffickers would buy me designer bags and shoesPretty soon, I was giving all my money to my love-vendor, just like I had with my first traffickers. I kept relapsing into this cycle, even though I knew better. I was insecure and I craved approval, so I got back in the game, which just created more self-loathing. My trafficker took me on tours across Canada. We made a lot of money with the guys.Eventually, he left me. Last August, I saw a news report that he’d been shot and killed at a commercial plaza.Soon after, I began a relationship with a guy I’ll call Mike. With him, things were different. For the first time, I got to experience normal things, like going to mall with a guy and holding his hand. We moved in together, but we kept running out of money. We were always looking for a cheap place to live. We lived in hotels a lot. Eventually, we found a one-bedroom apartment. I’ve tried to mend fences with my mum, and last January, my youngest brother got me a job at a chain restaurant, working mostly in the kitchen. That place saved my life. My co-workers know my past, but they don’t judge me. They call me by my real name. It helped me so much to know that there are people out there who care. I’d forgotten that.It was horrible. I’ve relapsed into escorting occasionally, on days when I feel bad about myself or stressed about money. But I’ve mostly stayed out of the sex trade for the past year.And I was recently promoted to a management job at the restaurant. It’s another kind of boost, too: a reminder that I’m good at something, that I matter somewhere. To be continued….. ©Grace Dammy.
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Episode 11 My mom kept asking how she was going to protect her family. The police told her to change our numbers. As soon as we changed our number, though, the guys knew I was a snitch, and the harassment amped up. My mum paid them off in instalments, a total of around 1 million naira, and they went away, at least for a while. Then they’d reappear and resume threatening us.We lived like prisoners. I couldn’t even go to the convenience store for cigarettes again. It felt like I’d exchanged one constricting reality for another. The second time I was allowed out by myself, about three months after that visit to the police station, I was walking to my new job at Akure, cutting through a park. As I exited, two parked cars suddenly turned on their lights. Two guys got out of each car: Andrew and Peter, and some others I recognized. They called me a rat and a snitch. “You used to be a good girl. What happened?” Then they started punching me. One guy tripped me and I fell to the ground. Another guy stabbed me with his keys and punctured my abdomen. I was wearing my white company’s uniform, and my knees were cut open from the gravel. I got up and went to work in a blood-soaked uniform.After that incident, my mom found a list of organizations that support people getting out of the sex trade. I dialled a group and told them my story. A woman came over right away. She took me back to the same police station, but this time I met with two officers who had been trained in cases like mine. They took me seriously. What had happened to me began to make sense. I agreed to do a video statement and hand over my phone for evidences and facts The women at the group suggested that I go to a safe house in a very remote area. It was a horrible place, dingy and in a drug-infested neighbourhood. But the guys couldn’t reach me there. Maybe it was over. I wish I could say that was my happy ending, but it’s hard to stay out, even when you get out. By the time I was 23, I’d been out of the sex trade for a year or so. To be continued……. © Grace Dammy.
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Episode 10 My traffickers started asking for a quota:500,000/ night or I couldn’t go home. I had a part-time job I was also doing at that time in a superstore when the demand to be delivering more money as a prostitute became too demanding for me. I used to take money from the pile of cash on my boss desks or steal his debit card and use it at an ATM (I knew the PIN of my boss). I stole from my co-workers and friends.Hurting my loved ones made me feel guilty, and I’d cover up my shame with more meanness.By and by, I was falling apart. I didn’t like David anymore and the feeling seemed to be mutual. I used to love being chosen by my traffickers over the other girls, singled out and praised. Even that did nothing for me after two years. I was miserable, completely numb. One night, I raided my medicine cabinet and swallowed a handful of pills, hoping to kill myself. It didn’t work. I just vomited and passed out. The next morning, I went to my friends place and grabbed an apple juice, but my esophagus was burned from throwing up all the drugs. I still hate apple juice.One weekend, I had decided to go visit my mum in Akure.I had managed to inform the guys about it so that they won’t think I had run away. I didn’t like the guys coming over to my house—I was protective of my mum—but this time, I didn’t fight it. About 35 people came over for a party. We raided my mum’s liquor cabinet and the guys found my mum’s bank card. I gave them the PIN. Part of me thought that if they got enough money, they might leave me alone.Over the next few weeks, they gradually drained $10,000 from my mum’s account. One day, my mum called me downstairs. My mum asked if I’d taken the money. I denied it, but she told me the bank had the person who’d made withdrawals on camera, and I should confess before they looked at the tape. I was silent, totally shut down. Something switched off in me. She turned to her friend and said: “Something is happening to her.” That day, I agreed to go for a drive with my mom. She wanted to get me alone, get me talking. I finally confessed that these guys were making me have sex for money. I think my exhaustion had overtaken my shame. She almost seemed relieved at first, that there was some sort of an explanation. We could get help and stop living inside this nightmare. She said we had to go to the police immediately.At the station, we saw two detectives. They kept asking me for information I didn’t have: exact floors and unit numbers; last names of clients. Words like “trafficking” and “prostitution” were never spoken. They treated me like a drama queen who got caught stealing and was trying to get out of it by deflecting blame. They seemed more interested in my mum’s money. The best solution, they said, was to just stop talking to the guys. To be continued……… ©Grace Dammy. |
BIBLICAL PERCEPTION TOWARDS THE PHRASE: PRESSING ON. In my previous article; PRESSING ON. I did an overview and a good justice to the topic. For the sake of clarity,we shall be considering the lifestyle and the admonishment from the Apostle Paul and also from the Bible to further buttress and establish more facts on either to press on or to choose not to press on. Is life really all about struggle? Prov.29:18 “where there is no vision, the people perish”. Someone once said and I rephrase “The size of our dream will determine the size of our life. No matter how old we are or where we find ourselves, when memories exceed our dreams, life is over for us. We need to have a picture of a finishing line, to provide us with the direction and impetus. If knowing God is one of my goals, then I may want to plan my time to read through the New Testaments and finish it in one year. If I want to nourish my spiritual life, then I may want to read a Christian book a year. You see, I’m encouraged by Apostle Paul undying passion for the Lord. He says in phil.3:12, “Not as though I had already attained,either were already perfect: but I follow after, if that I may apprehend that for which also I am apprehended of Christ Jesus. Paul was never satisfied with where he was. He was still seeking to grow and improve. There is more to achieve. He wanted to do more for Christ. He says in phil.3:14, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ. Paul had achieved a great deal, yet he claimed he hasn’t known Him. Paul never permitted himself to be satisfied with his spiritual attainments. Permit me to ask few rhetorical questions. “Are you contended with where you are? Very satisfied with what you have achieved for Christ? What have you been doing for eternity sake”? Develop dissatisfaction for spiritual things and be devoted to the heavenly cause. Got confused with my choice of words? Don’t be This is actually what I meant ; focus more on your spiritual growth and try not to lose sight of your ultimate goal (which is, heaven). Don’t just be contented with the little gifts you have spiritually(gift of tongues,prophecy and the likes…). Aspire to get more. Don’t say you are contented with that single achievement you have spiritually. Let your passion be “more of God,and your goal should be to make heaven“. You see,God wants us to think long term. Paul was preoccupied with heaven. That was his motivation. He was concerned to see his saviour. He was concerned to hear “well-done” from the Lord. He was concerned to be rewarded by His Saviour. He was concerned for eternal glory and that was his preoccupation! So,let me ask again. “What are you preoccupied with today spiritually speaking? You see, Paul knew little of earthly pleasures or comforts. Rather, he was uncomfortable most of the time- (imprisoned,beaten, shipwrecked, stoned, persecuted), but he wasn’t concerned neither perturbed about that. Rather, he was committed to living a productive life and moving towards his goal, and that goal was all tied to making heaven. Let’s do the same too. This is an encouragement for you. Strive for the heavenly goal, for the heavenly reward God has prepared for you. I am encouraging you to learn from Apostle Paul. In spiritual matters, never be contended. Always strive to grow and do better. Always remember God’s purpose for your life and be devoted to it. Don’t be distracted by the many things in life. Do more for God.He expects this from you! ©Grace Dammy.
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UNDERSTANDING THE CONCEPT; PRESSING ON. Pressing on implies more than simply going forward, forging ahead, progressing, proceeding, advancing, pressing forward, making headway. Though, they are synonymous in word and as such we are implying that they really meant much more than that. It implies that there is actually something preventing your advancement and which is of a paramount duty for you to push towards so as to achieve it. To fulfil purpose and destiny in life, there is the need for you to press aside temptations, press through obstacles, press the doubt and fear under your feet and embrace the divine qualities of faith, hope and love. For you to press on there is the need for you to forge ahead with a steadfastness in God, having a perfect brightness of hope, a love of God in your heart and that of all men in mind too. You see, pressing forward in steadfastness in God simply means having faith in Him, making Him the central focus of your thoughts and actions. Pressing on means pushing away the temptations and cares of the world and keeping the commandments with all exactness and sincerity. Our steadfastness in God causes hope to shine smile graciously before and on us and amidst it all, we find peace even in the difficulties of life. Discipleship allows us to see our true purpose on the earth. Those purposes centre in helping our family, those we love and those around us. They include building the kingdom of God and as we do, we become what and who we ought to become. Pressing on entails feasting and feeding upon the words of Christ, ever willing and ready to succumb and obey the words. As you righteously press forward, God Himself, who is the light of the world will guide you through and cause you to come to full realization of his supreme being even as you strive and labour to press forward in your faith, the Holy spirit will lead you alright in Jesus name.(AMEN). An excerpt extracted from the chapter one of my book “PRESSING ON” © Grace Dammy. |
Episode 9. We weren’t supposed to do drugs—too skanky—but I smoked a lot of weed to numb the feelings. It became my nickname among my clients and, later, my Instagram handle. I liked the confidence it gave me. When I was being trafficked, I never earned any money. Instead, my traffickers occasionally bought me gifts, like a pair of Timberlands and Baby Phat clothes.I needed cigarettes and rides, so my traffickers bought me cigarettes and gave me rides. I got to know the other girls in the motels, and they became my friends. Fitting in was more valuable to me than getting paid. I quickly became a different person. Even my look changed—no more pretty dresses. I started emulating the girls I saw in hip-hop videos, wearing bright colours, all matchy-matchy in big fur hoods and sunglasses, an orange bag bedazzled to the hilt. I got more experienced, I upgraded from seedy motels to upscale hotels, where the clients were mostly middle-aged men. I was comfortable with that demographic and could get the most money out of them. They’d start showing up around six. I encountered every type of client: a dad next door, a real estate agent, a guy from corporate at a major fast-food chain. Some guys would get super aggressive. They’d act nice, then, during sex, they’d start choking you. Other guys would try to take off the condom. There are two main types of love-vendor: gorilla pimps, who control girls through violence, and Romeo pimps, who control them by being their boyfriends. David and his guys were the first kind, and Madam Veronica was their main enforcer. I once saw madam Veronica drag a girl backwards down a staircase for keeping a tip. The guys would beat me up for talking back or not earning enough. The first time it happened, Andrew(David’s friend) was driving a new girl around, so I was stuck in the back seat. I lit a cigarette and Andrew told me to put it out. When I refused, he reached back and slapped me so hard that he split my cheek. Blood splattered all over the window. But clients don’t like bruises and cuts, so more often the guys would burn me with cigarettes on the shoulders because my long hair would keep the marks covered. They were smart about how they hurt us. We were goods they needed to sell. Life during this phase was unbearable for me as my traffickers started demanding something else as big as demanding for my life. I had gone through hell over what relationship with men had cost me. To be continued…… © Grace Dammy. |
Episode 8. one afternoon I came out of my room to find a car idling on the sidewalk, blaring hip hop. I went back inside and tried to leave a different way, but there was a car outside that door, too. They rolled down the window and started shouting my name. People gathered, staring. I got in the car, and the guys took me directly to a call. There was never a formal conversation, like: “Hey, now you’re an escort, and we’re your pimps!” It was simply my new reality.One night, we hit a club with a girl, who I’ll call Mercy, I really haven’t met her before.It felt like the first outing myself and Rose had with the guys that night again, with everyone drinking and hanging out the way friends met. Afterwards, they took us to a motel room where a woman named Veronica was waiting for us. She was in her early 30s, with heavy shoes like a boy would wear and a tight, grim expression on her face. She complimented our outfits, gave us cigarettes and told us we were going to see some guys. Be cute, she told us. Be friendly. She’d be waiting nearby. She was a gatekeeper. I never saw her have sex with clients; her job was to collect the cash and keep the girls in line. She scared the hell out of me.I don’t know where our clients came from. I never posted ads online, or communicated with David and his guys about the calls. Men would just show up asking for things, like a CBJ—a covered Mouth Action, that is, with a condom. There were two beds, and I sat on one, trying not to look while Mercy had sex on the other. As soon as the men left, Madam Veronica came in and took the money.When David and the other guys came back that night, someone said Mercy had made more money, so she got to ride up front. I was jealous. I went from wanting to go home to wanting to ride shotgun. These were the games our pimps played expertly: they pitted us against each other, making us feel special one minute and ostracized the next.I started working the motels regularly. If i’d ever heard the phrase “human trafficking,” I probably pictured immigrant women locked in basements with their passports taken away. I never considered myself trafficked, but I was, and so is anyone who’s coerced or tricked into prostitution, usually through threats and violence, or debt bondage. Pretty soon, I was complicit. I wanted to be the best and earn the most for the guys. I started watching porn to pick up techniques. I was good at reading people and anticipating what they wanted. And I liked some of my clients; they’d tell me how beautiful I was, how great I was, and I fed off their praise.I really was getting too obsessed with this new lifestyle. I was more than ever ready to step up my game and all of that. To be continued……… ©Grace Dammy |
This stranger told me that if I didn’t go inside and do what was asked, he’d post the videos on Facebook and send them to my parents, my siblings, everywhere on the social media handles.The scenario ran through my head, it would be a social catastrophe. I was the good kid who never got in trouble. If he took that away from me, I would have nothing. I wasn’t smart. I wasn’t pretty. What would I be with these videos out in the world?I made a split-second decision. I knocked on the door and a middle-aged man invited me in. He asked if I wanted a drink or a cigarette. I declined. Whatever was about to happen, I wanted it over fast. He brought me into a back room with a couch in it. I performed MouthAction, then he walked me to the door. He handed me cash and told me I’d have more fun next time if I loosened up. He hugged me goodbye. I didn’t even count the bills. I went back to the stairwell, where David’s associate grabbed the money out of my hand.When we went downstairs,David was waiting for us. He didn’t say a word, and neither did I. He drove me home as if nothing had happened. Though I didn’t realize it at the time that the period we had been together as lovers was the period I had being carefully groomed for. The minute I got home, I deleted the guys’ numbers from my phone. Right away,David started calling my home phone number, over and over. I was nervous and scared having realized that they still had the videos.Two weeks after the first incident, I agreed to meet them one more time. If I’m honest with myself, I probably missed them. I kept going over the night in the apartment: maybe it wasn’t such a big deal. They were my friends, after all.The second time, they took me to another apartment in an area I had never been to before. It was a shabby and a very old apartment which made me think how much nicer my house was. The man was in his 50s, and quite polite. He offered me cigarettes, maybe sensing how uncomfortable I was. I had sex with him, and though it felt like I was there for hours, it was probably only about 20 minutes!Afterwards, I went to a park with David and his crew. It was different than the first time. They congratulated me, told me how well I’d done. It was out in the open now, something to be proud of. On the drive home, they let me sit shotgun, a big honour. I hated what I had done, yet I was being rewarded for it—not financially but emotionally—and that felt good. This contradiction messed with my mind.They left me alone for a few days, and I hoped we were done not until when I had received a call that afternoon from….. To be continued…….. © Grace Dammy.
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Rose was more street-smart than I was. “I have a weird feeling about this David” she told me. I shrugged it off. I was already gone by that point. She stopped coming over to my house,but I wasn’t about to give up on ‘My David” I was mad in love already! The following weekend, David had carnal knowledge of me,yes! we did had sexual relationship that night. I didn’t bother myself too much about it since he was my boyfriend afterall. I just thought that in order to proof my love, i have to open up my thighs and all of that for him and moreover,I liked him so much and he liked me too. That was enough point to allow him do what he wanted with me. One fateful night like that,David came and got me from my house, and we stopped to pick up a friend of his—someone I’d never met. The three of us drove for about half an hour, then David pulled up in front of an apartment building. He told me to go inside with the guy we’d picked up. David promised to join us in a minute, which didn’t seem strange to me afterall.In the stairwell, the strange man stopped me suddenly. “You’re going to go knock on this door and you’re going to do whatever the guy says,” he told me. I looked at him blankly; I honestly didn’t understand what he meant. Then he pulled out his phone and showed me some videos. This was pre-smartphone, so the clips were fuzzy and short, but I recognized myself immediately from the outfits: my red Guess shoes; my favourite T-shirt. In the clips, I was doing various sexual acts, demeaning things I had no recollection of. Was I drugged? I still don’t know. To be continued…….. ©Grace Dammy. |
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Episode 5 I had never believed Rose could have ever smoked weed! I managed to sip a bottle of malt when the guys offered me a drink.I was really devastated and heart broken seeing my friend smoked.A lot had changed about Rose.The Rose I used to know when we were still in Akure had become something else! “When’s your birthday? What’s your favourite colour”? David,who seemed to have liked me asked.A lot of his conversations with me were enquiries about my family; when they would be home;how close we were and all of that. I didn’t think much of it at the time. When the guys had dropped us back to our house,David had managed to ask for my contact number which I rightly obliged to. Friendship with David grew so intimate that i really couldn’t help myself loving him.We would both do phone calls,video calls,send text messages and chat too. “I think I’m loving this guy”I had thought to myself that night after I had read the text message he had sent to me that night. Goose pimples and a deep affection of love for David began to ooze out of my body. I was madly in love! Amazingly,David had also taken interest in me too.By and by,we became best of friends and eventually became lovers! On a day when i’d feel lonely,he’d text me the name of a song to download on Boomplay, the perfect song to make me feel better and all of that.I was happy I had found true love and all of that not knowing that I was treading in the path of another journey of destruction. To be continued……….. © Grace Dammy. |
Episode 4. Rose told me she had met a guy on Facebook and now they were talking on Facebook. Messenger.She had told him about me, and he wanted to hang out with us in person.We were bored and curious, so we agreed to meet the guy in the parking lot of one of the biggest mall in Portharcourt. On a warm June night, as the mall was closing, a forest-green Lexus pulled up. I peered in at three guys, around 26 or 28 years old, who I’ll call David, Peter and Andrew.(Real name withheld). I’m giving them pseudonyms not for their protection but for mine.They were nicely dressed in suits, ties and dress shirts.Even though it was night, they wore sunglasses. All these material signs impressed me.I remember taking in the Lexus, thinking,”Oh, that’s not a base model. It has leather seats! They must be good guys”. My whole life, I’ve equated money with power.What a narrow thinking of mine!!! I climbed in,drove to a park and hung out which was thrilling. I had never in my life had friend who is a guy who had previously paid attention to me not even my ex-boyfriend. I tell you,I can never forget what happened that fateful night.Forever will it remain fresh in my memory. To be continued……. © Grace Dammy. |
THE PURPLE PARCEL. I walked out in the dark To behold at my backyard and find out for myself the purpose yet to be unravelled by me Nature’s beauty epitomized my graceful being Amidst the calmness and quietness I heard of all sounds, the quietest I strained my ears to hear the sound again as in a forest but restored again was the tranquil calmness Looking in the direction of the sound expectantly I beheld a wonder amusingly Covered and veiled by a couple of leaves partially But I still was drawn closer to it attractively My little finger did the unveiling And guess what was this beautiful thing It was a purple parcel, the prettiest I’ve seen With a dazzling splendour and brightly glowing Then as I reached for it to unwrap it Adeep sense of accomplishment oozed off from within me This added a cap to its glowing beauty Aggravating my craving to fulfil it. But then, just then; Another wonder emerged like a thunder I heard the same quiet sound I’ve heard earlier But with the source of the sound, I’m now familiar It was another purple parcel that has just popped open To reveal its splendour equally brightening But baffling me still was a thing This parcel too was partially veiled even. Then I learnt from the purple parcels That whatever strengths my creator has given meI should not glory in those But keeping my heart low But amidst the humility Still maintaining my self esteem and integrity Exuberating my radiance But not forgetting that there are prettier parcels in the mall. Purple parcel, my purple parcel What a great Lesson you have taught me, To be as humble as you! © Grace Dammy |
Pursuing a postgraduate degree is a good idea and a good career investment. Many people desire to do this and when one has an opportunity to do so, they should take advantage of it. In this part of the world, we were raised to study hard to become doctors, lawyers, engineers and accountants. While these are great careers, they probably limited our ability to explore the potentials of other fields. From experience, I have discovered that many people, by default, choose to further a course they did at the undergraduate level. Is that a bad thing? No. Why? If you want to go into academia, that is, become a lecturer or a professor and lecture in future, then you should definitely continue a career path in the same field. On the other hand, it is not a given or a general rule to go for a masters degree program in the same field of your undergraduate study. The world is evolving and careers are changing. People even change career paths with the help of a masters degree. I know someone who studied Economics at the undergraduate level and now works as an I.T. specialist. You have to weigh the pros and cons in other to make strategic career decisions. In doing so, you should take some time out to think, do some soul searching and some research in other to make these informed decisions. Ask yourself what you really want to do with your life. What are your goals? What do you enjoy doing? Where do you see yourself in a couple of years? What is your ideal job? What are your hobbies? What other skills do you possess? These questions if answered honestly will help you decide on what side of the divide you want to be and what you really want to be known for. This will affect your postgraduate degree choice to a large extent. Job market. Is there a place for you out there? Is furthering that course going to get you a good job, a good portfolio or a thriving bank account in this highly competitive world market? Will the degree be useful and applicable in a practical economy or society? Another aspect to this is whether that same career path is more rewarding in another part of the world. Evolution. The world is rapidly evolving. Your undergraduate degree may no longer be useful in the next ten years. Are you aware? Do the research. If true, will it still be wise to further it now? Ask yourself – How can I strategically position myself in this new world? Global projection. Since at least, the beginning of the last decade, we have seen a dramatic rise in the use of technology and technological inventions. What does this say? Information technology may be the new oil and gas in the near future. No? If you have a background in I.T., it may be wise to pursue a postgraduate degree in I.T. to prepare for your bright future. If you don’t and are passionate about I.T., it may be a great idea to bag this degree. If the postgraduate course does not pass the tests above, you may want to re-think going for it. Think strategically and act accordingly. Best wishes! |
Episode 3 the heart! (A true life story). Episode 3. Rose was my friend and I had known her ever since when I had been staying with my mum in Akure. We were best of friends,just like 5 & 6 After when I lost my child at birth,I left Akure and relocated to port Harcourt(she did relocated too)to start a new life,get rid of the shame I would have been subjected to and also to get over the break up with my boyfriend.I just wanted get rid of the sight of those devouring men and concentrate on moulding a better ‘ME’. It was exactly 10pm that fateful night when Rose came knocking at my door.She lived in the next street and so distance wasn’t a barrier for her. She was immaculately dressed in her designer clothes, lacy underwear, stockings and hair extensions – her heart pounding in her chest.With her one hand, perfectly manicured with Chanel nail varnish, she knocked at my door. From the moment the door creaked open for Rose, I knew within my spirit that something bad was about to happened. To be continued………… © Grace Dammy.
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Episode 2. ” I knew I hated men even more. Even more,cause now, I’m 12 years old and I had already been molested right from age 8. ************************************** My dad tried to kill me when I was 10, and this man in whom I trusted just raped me!!! I hated men.”But years afterward,my attitude toward men became comely. When Maria was a teenager,she fell in love for the first time and she thought he was in love with her too. “So this man was telling her everything she really wanted to hear and all of that. “I just wanted you to be my love.” The man did told her. After the first time she slept with him, the man told her he was a love-vendor( A person who solicits customers for prostitution and acts as manager for prostitutes) and he only wanted her to be his prostitute. I was devastated when I knew he was a love-vendor. I was very mad at him that I refused to allow him sleep with me. I later discovered that I was pregnant!!!“I am done with you”, He yelled at me. I delivered my baby prematurely, just that the baby never stayed for too long. It was really tough taking care of myself ever since He left not until when I met………. To be continued…… © Grace Dammy.
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Episode 1 I started to hate men at this time because every time I was hurt it came from a man.”I believe i have good reason to hate men. Infact,I don’t ever want to have any close contact with all these beast called”MEN”!!! It began when a daycare provider’s son repeatedly molested me starting at 8 years old.“He instilled that fear, ‘If you tell this is what’s going to happen toe.’ He would hit me and physically abuse me too. I was scared of him and thought, ‘Well if I tell thenI’ll get into trouble’. So I didn’t say anything.” Maria lived with her father after her parents divorced and she watched him routinelybeat every girlfriend he had. He eventually turned that rage on Maria adding him to the list of men she hated.“He picked me up by my throat and he lifted me up and threw me down to the floor.He beat me so much that I passed out.”Maria’s father went to jail for child abuse and she went to live with her mother in Akure. There, a man in the neighborhood began to invite young maria overto his house. She loved the attention from him, until the day he raped her………. ********************************** To be continued in the next episode…….. ©Grace Dammy
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In this article,we shall be discussing the overview,symptoms,when to see a doctor,causes,complications,risk factors,and how to prevent getting infected by the Virus. OVERVIEW Coronaviruses are a family of viruses that can cause illnesses such as the common cold, severe acute respiratory syndrome (SARS) and Middle East respiratory syndrome (MERS). In 2019, a new coronavirus was identified as the cause of a disease outbreak that originated in China. The virus is now known as the severe acute respiratory syndrome coronavirus 2 (SARS-CoV-2). The disease it causes is called coronavirus disease 2019 (COVID-19). In March 2020, the World Health Organization (WHO) declared the COVID-19 outbreak a pandemic. Public health groups, including the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) and WHO, are monitoring the pandemic and posting updates on their websites. These groups have also issued recommendations for preventing and treating the illness. SYMPTOMS The symptoms of COVID-19 may appear two to 14 days after exposure and can include: √ Fever √ Cough √ Shortness of breath or difficulty breathing Other symptoms can include: • Tiredness • Aches • Runny nose •Sore throat •Some people have experienced the loss of smell or taste. The severity of COVID-19 symptoms can range from very mild to severe. Some people may have no symptoms at all. People who are older or who have existing chronic medical conditions, such as heart disease, lung disease or diabetes, or who have compromised immune systems may be at higher risk of serious illness. This is similar to what is seen with other respiratory illnesses, such as influenza. COVID-19 Self-Assessment Tool Assess your symptoms and find out if you’re a candidate for a coronavirus disease 2019 (COVID-19) test. WHEN TO SEE A DOCTOR If you have COVID-19 symptoms or you’ve been in contact with someone diagnosed with COVID-19, contact your doctor or clinic right away for medical advice. Tell your health care team about your symptoms and possible exposure before you go to your appointment. If you have emergency COVID-19 signs and symptoms, such as trouble breathing, chest pain or pressure, confusion, or blue lips or face, seek care immediately. If you have respiratory symptoms but you are not and have not been in an area with ongoing community spread, contact your doctor or clinic for guidance. Let your doctor know if you have other chronic medical conditions, such as heart disease or lung disease. As the pandemic progresses, it’s important to make sure health care is available for those in greatest need. CAUSES Infection with the new coronavirus (severe acute respiratory syndrome coronavirus 2, or SARS-CoV-2) causes coronavirus disease 2019 (COVID-19). It’s unclear exactly how contagious the new coronavirus is. Data has shown that it spreads from person to person among those in close contact (within about 6 feet, or 2 meters). The virus spreads by respiratory droplets released when someone with the virus coughs, sneezes or talks. It can also spread if a person touches a surface with the virus on it and then touches his or her mouth, nose or eyes. RISK FACTORS Riskfactors for COVID-19 appear to include: Recent travel from or residence in an area with ongoing community spread of COVID-19 as determined by CDC or WHO Close contact with someone who has COVID-19 — such as when a family member or health care worker takes care of an infected person. COMPLICATIONS Although most people with COVID-19 have mild to moderate symptoms, the disease can cause severe medical complications and lead to death in some people. Older adults or people with existing chronic medical conditions are at greater risk of becoming seriously ill with COVID-19. Complications can include: Pneumonia in both lungs Organ failure in several organs. PREVENTION Although there is no vaccine available to prevent infection with the new coronavirus, you can take steps to reduce your risk of infection. WHO and CDC recommend following these precautions for avoiding COVID-19: √ Avoid large events and mass gatherings. √ Avoid close contact (within about 6 feet, or 2 meters) with anyone who is sick or has symptoms. √ Keep distance between yourself and others if COVID-19 is spreading in your community, especially if you have a higher risk of serious illness. √ Wash your hands often with soap and water for at least 20 seconds, or use an alcohol-based hand sanitizer that contains at least 60% alcohol. √ Cover your mouth and nose with your elbow or a tissue when you cough or sneeze. Throw away the used tissue. ✓ Avoid touching your eyes, nose and mouth. √ Avoid sharing dishes, glasses, bedding and other household items if you’re sick. √ Clean and disinfect high-touch surfaces daily. √ Stay home from work, school and public areas if you’re sick, unless you’re going to get medical care. Avoid taking public transportation if you’re sick. The CDC recommends wearing cloth face coverings in public places, such as the grocery store, where it’s difficult to avoid close contact with others. It’s especially suggested in areas with ongoing community spread. This updated advice is based on data showing that people with COVID-19 can transmit the virus before they realize they have it. Using masks in public may help reduce the spread from people who don’t have symptoms. Non-medical cloth masks are recommended for the public. Surgical masks and N-95 respirators are in short supply and should be reserved for health care providers. If you have a chronic medical condition and may have a higher risk of serious illness, check with your doctor about other ways to protect yours. Let’s stay updated for us to #STAYSAFE.
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