DO YOU KNOW THAT THE COMING MONTH OF FEBRUARY 2017 IS A UNIQUE MONTH?
Do you know that February 2017 cannot come in your life time again with the following statistical characteristics?
This is because February 2017 shall have:
*4 Sundays;
*4 Mondays;
*4 Tuesdays;
*4 Wednesdays;
*4 Thursdays;
*4 Fridays; &
*4 Saturdays!
Researchers acclaim that this happens once every eight hundred and twenty-three (823) years!
Please don't hesitate to share this information its so amazing.

BECAUSE OF THE BOY THEY BURNT IN LAGOS . . ***Saving Mama*** Today, Mama's health condition worsened drastically, and the doctor threatened, despite my tears, to abandon mama and let her die if i don't find a way to fetch her food. You see, the treatment wouldn't work, because she hadn't eaten for days. There is no food at home, no money either. Sometimes, she falls when she stands, and cries like a baby, when the doctor's injections come rushing down her veins. It's painful! Risikat, my younger sister, is a lorry-load of pain. I've seen her cry, countless times, because of Mama's state. Sometimes, she'd kneel before Mama, and tear her own clothe open, and bring out her little breast, and tell her to "suck and live," hoping to feed Mama with breastmilk. But she is only five years old, and hasn't eaten for days either. So no breastmilk comes out... And that makes her cry. Sometimes, Lagos is a city. But most times, it's a battlefield! I got tired of the war at home and i raced to the market for help. I had a little bowl, no larger than a baby's head, and i walked from table to table...begging for food; begging for love. I thought they'd understand, by looking at my face, how much I've been through, and how my mother's life depends on how much food i go back home with. I told them of how Papa had died two years ago; but no one cared. They talked about recession, and of problems here and there. None spared a drop, none stooped to give. No one! People are hesitant to help the poor...they'd watch you fall and crawl, weeping for help, and refuse to help. But the very rich get all the favours in the world, without even asking. I thought Tunde's mother would help me out with a cup of garri from her table. She refused. I stole a handful and ran away...I thought she would forgive! It makes me cry, when i see people who are cheerful givers, only when they wish to hurt. I mean, the vulcanizer who had refused to give me little money to buy food for Mama suddenly donated a tyre worth thousands of naira, for the mob to burn me with. Mama Tunde suddenly forgot about recession and donated a litre of petrol for them to burn me with. Everybody is donating matchsticks, and i'm wondering: Why this generosity? Why is the recession suddenly over? Why were they stingy until now? See, I'm not saying it's okay to steal. I'm saying it is okay to forgive. I'm saying a little kindness would have gone a long way. I'm not scared of death, or the mob anymore. I'm scared of those that live as though they are already dead - heartless, merciless. I am scared of people who act as if they are sacrosanct and unbiased. To my murderers, i ask: if at home, you discover that your son, or brother, or nephew stole a handful of garri from the storeroom, will you kill him? Will you shout at the top of your voice till the whole neighborhood gathers about him? Why not just scold me... And let me live? Tell Risikat that I couldn't save us. Tell her to gather my ashes when I am done burning...But never tell Mama that the handful of garri that revived her had been gotten in exchange for my life. Tell God I'm dead, and, I was killed by men meaner than the devil himself! Tell Lagos: I came, I saw, and I conquered...som ehow! Tell yourself that I'm gone, forget that I ever lived! Tell me goodbye...say no more. That'll be enough for my lifeless bones... SAVE A SOUL BY PASSING IT ON THAT LITTLE BOY IS STRONGER THAN THE HERCULES YOU KNOW

Saying "I love you" has lost some meaning. While saying those three words can still be really hard when you're saying them to that special person the first few times, they're also words that get tossed around pretty casually. We "love" this and that and we feel like we have to tell people that we love them as if it's the right thing to do even if we don't necessarily mean it. When you hear the same thing over and over again, it starts to not mean as much to you, and soon we can start hearing the insincerity in the words. Saying "I love you" is still a big thing and a huge step for a lot of people but there are many other ways you can say I love you that have more meaning.
Here are 4 ways to say "I love you" that carry more meaning in them.
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1. I forgive your past.
This is such an important thing in a relationship. To move forward in a relationship, you have to not only love a person despite their past, but you also have to forgive that past. We are not the same
people we were a year ago and you can't hold a grudge against the decisions someone made before you even knew


2. I want you to succeed.
This is hoping they do well in life on their own and by their own strength. Not enough people in this world want others to succeed, so knowing the person you love wants this for you means more than anything.


3. I appreciate you.
Just picture someone telling you they appreciate you. How can you not feel great after hearing that? Telling someone you appreciate them means you value them as a person and friend and partner.
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4. Thank you.
When you love someone, you do things for them without expecting anything in return...and that can include a thank you. That's why it's so important to say it. It doesn't even have to be directed at something they've done. It can simply be thanking them for being them and for being a part of your life.

FOR COUPLES AND ALL. (A Real And A True Life Story)

Just two years after our marriage, my husband brought up the idea of asking his Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years with us. His father passed away while he was still very young. His mum endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see him through to the university. You could say that she suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect or imagine of a woman to bring hubby to where he is today. I immediately agreed and started preparing the spare room, which has a balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly, he lifted me up and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to put me down, he said: "Lets go fetch mother".

Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to rest my head on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any moment, put me as smallish as I am into his pocket.

Whenever we have an argument and one of us refuses to back out, he would lift me up and spin me over his head continuously until I surrender as I beg for mercy. I became addicted to this kind of panic-joy feeling.

Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her. For example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room, she could not stand it and would comment: "I do not know how you young people spend your money, what do you buy flowers for? You also can't eat flowers!" I will smile and say,: "Mum, with flowers in the house, our mood will also become better." Mother will grumble away, and my husband will smile and tell her:
"Mum, this is how it is in the city and with time you will get use to it". Mother will stop murmuring.
But thereafter, whenever I came home with flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I will tell her the price and she would shake her head and express displeasure. Sometimes, when I come home with lots of shopping bags, she would demand to know the price for each and every item, I would tell her honestly and she would get even more upset about it.. Hubby playfully pinched my nose one day and said: "You little fool, just don't tell her the full price of everything and that would would solve the problem." This sparked the friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle and home.

Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the breakfast. In her view, how could the man of the house cook for the wife? At the breakfast table, mother's facial expression is always like the dark clouds before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to have noticed that. She would use her chopsticks or cutlery to make a lot of noise as her silent protest.

As a dance teacher in the Children's Palace where i work, I come home exhausted from a long day of dancing around, and I do not wish to give up the luxury of that additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf ear to all the
protest mother makes.
From time to time, mother would help out with some housework, but soon her help created additional work for me. For example: she would keep all kinds of plastic bags with the aim of selling them later on, and at the end, the house is filled with all forms of trash bags; she would spill on the dishes, dish washing detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so, as not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash them again. One day, late at night, mother saw me washing the dishes, and "Bam" she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room. Hubby was placed in a difficult position as to whose side he should be on, and after that, he did not speak to me for that entire night. I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but he totally ignored me.... I got mad and asked him: "What did I do wrong?" He stared at me and said: "Can't you just give in to her once? We couldn't possibly die eating from a bowl however unclean it is, right?" After that incident, for a long period of time, mother did not speak with me and you can feel that there is a very awkward feeling hanging in the house.

During the period of the cold war, hubby was caught in a dilemma as to who to please.

In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast, mother took on the "all important" task of preparing breakfast without informing or discussing with any of us. At the breakfast table, mother would look at her son happily as he eats his breakfast and she'll cast that reprimanding stare at me for having failed to perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work. That night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD, is it because you think that mum's cooking is not clean that's why you chose not to eat at home?" He then turned his back on me and left me alone in tears as feelings of unfairness overwhelmed me..

After some time, hubby sighed: "LD, just for me, can we have breakfast together at home?" I am left with no choice but to return to the breakfast table.

The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by his mother and I felt a sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing up my throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I could not. I threw down the bowl, rushed into the washroom, and vomited everything out. Just as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudly in her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring at me with fire burning in his eyes... I opened my mouth but no words came out, I really did not mean it.
We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us, then stood up and slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs.

For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call. I was so furious, since mother arrived; I had been trying my best to put up with her, what else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep having the feeling to throw up and I simply lost appetite for food, coupled with all the events happening at home, I was then at a low point in my life.

Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look terrible; you should go and see a doctor." The doctor confirmed that I was pregnant.
Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense of sadness floaded my soul through that otherwise happy news. Why didn't husband, or his mother who had been through this before, thought of the possibility of this being the reason that day? At the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing there. It had only been three days, but he looked raggard.

I had wanted to turn and leave, but one look at him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist and I called out to him. He followed my voice and finally found me but he pretended he doesn't know me; he has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right through my heart. I told myself not to look at him anymore, and hail a cab. At that moment, I have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby: "Darling, I am having your baby!" and have him lift me up and spin me around in circles of joy as he's fond of.

What I wanted didn't happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears started rolling down. Why? Why couldn't our love even withstand the test of one fight?

Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted look in his eyes I saw at the hospital. I cried out and soaked the pillow with my tears. That night, the sound of drawers opening in our room woke me up. I switched on the lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face. He was removing all the money he had kept in therr. I stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank deposit book and some money and
left the house. Maybe he really intends to leave me for good. What a rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters. I gave a few dried laugh and tears started streaming down again.

The next day, I did not go to work.. I wanted to clear this out and have a good talk with him. I reached his office and his secretary gave me a weird look and said: "Mr. Tan's mother had a traffic accident and is now in the hospital." I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and by the time I found them, mother had already passed away.

Hubby did not look at me, his face was expressionless. I looked at mother's pale white and thin face and I couldn't control the tears in my eyes. My god, how could this happen?
Throughout the funeral, he did not say a single word to me, with only the occasional disgusted stare he gives. I only managed to find out brief facts about the accident from other people. That day, after mother left the house, she walked away dazed toward the bus stop, apparently intending to go back to her old house back in the countryside. As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as she tried to cross the street, a public bus came knocking her... I finally understood how much hubby must hate me.

If I had not thrown up that morning, if we had not quarreled, if...., in his heart, I am indirectly the killer of his mother.

Back in the house he moved into mother's room and came home every night with a strong liquor smell on him. Me, I was buried under the guilt and self-pity as a result of his mum's death and could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in his eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back in. I had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough scolding though none of these events happening had been my fault at all.

Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, he came home late and late. The deadlock between us continued, we were living together like strangers who didn't know each other. I am like the dead knot in his heart. One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking through the glass, I saw him and a girl sitting facing each other and he litely brushed her hair for her, I understood what that action meant immediately. After recovering from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front of my him and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have nothing to say to him, and there was no need to say anything. The girl looked at me, looks at him, stood up to walk away , but my husband restrained her from doing so. He stared back at me, challenging me.. I can only hear my heart beating slowly, beat after beat as if I'm about taking my last breath. I eventually backed out, if I had stood there any longer, I would have collapsed
together with the baby inside me. That night, he did not come home; he had chosen to use that as a way to sending a message to me:

Following his mother's death, so did our love for each other.
He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned home from work, I can tell that the wardrobe had been touched - he had returned to take some of his belonging. I no longer wish to call him; the initial desire to explain everything to him vanished. I lived alone; I go for my medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again every time I see a guy
carefully helping his wife through the physical examination.

My office colleagues advised me to consider aborting the baby, I told them No, I will not.. I insisted on having the baby, perhaps it is my way of repaying his mother for causing her death.

One day, I came home and I saw him sitting in the living room. The whole house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, was lying this piece of paper. I immediately knew what it is all about without even looking at it to read it's content.

In the two months plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to find peace within myself. I looked at him, removed my hat and said: "You wait a while, I will sign." He looked at me, wit with mixed feelings in his eyes, just like mine. As I hang up my coat, I kept repeating to myself "You cannot cry, you cannot cry..." my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears out.

After I hung up my coat, his eyes fixed at my bulging tummy with a stare. I smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pulled the paper towards me. Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name on it and pushed the paper to him. "LD, are you pregnant?" He spurt out. Since mother's accident, this is the first time he speaking to me. I could not control my tears any further and they fell like raindrops. I said: "Yes, but its ok, you can leave now." He did not go, in the dark, we sat, facing each other. He slowly moved over me, his tears wet his dress. In my heart, everything seems so far away,even if I sprint, I could never reach them. I cannot remember how many times he repeatefly said "sorry" to me. I had originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I can't. In the western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his eyes, I will never forget, never ever. We have caused such deep scars in each other's heart. For me, it's unintentional; for him, totally and absolutely intentional.

I had been waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but I realized now, that what had gone past is gone forever and could not be undone.

Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some warmth to my heart, I am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything he buys for me nor take any presents from him, I also stopped talking to him. From the moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love had vanished from my heart. Sometimes, he will try to come into our bedroom, but when he walks in, I will walk out to the living room. He had no choice but to sleep in his mother's room. At night, from his room, I can hear sounds of groaning, I kept quiet... This used to be his trick; when all was well between us, whenever I ignore him, he would fake illness and I will surrender and find out what is wrong with him, he would then grab me and laugh. He has forgotten that was the last time I cared for him and I showed concern because there was love, but now, what is there between us? Hubby's groaning came on and off
Consistently but I continuously ignored him.

Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant products, children products and books that kids like to read. Bags and bags of it stacked inside his room till it was full. I knew he was trying to use this to reach out to me, but I was no longer moved by his actions. He has no choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear him typing away on his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing but none of that matters to me anymore.

It was sometime towards the end of spring in the following year, one late night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, he came rushing into the room, its like he did not change his from his office cloth to sleep, but had been waiting for this moment. He carried me and ran down the stairs, stopped a cab, holding my hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat off my brow, throughout the
journey to the hospital.
Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and hurried into the delivery suite. Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed my mind: In my lifetime, who else would love me as much as he did? He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in; his warm eyes caused me to manage a smile at him despite my contraction pain. Coming out of the delivery room, hubby looked at our son and me, eyes filled with tears of joy as he kept smiling. I reached out and touched his hand. He looked at me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I cried out for him in pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired eyes of his.... I had thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but the truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my heart at that moment. The doctor said by the time they discovered he had liver cancer, it was already in the terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to last this long. I asked the doctor when he first discovered he had cancer.
Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying: "Prepare for his funeral."

I disregarded the nurse's objection not to leave the ward and rushed home, I went into his room and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hits me. His cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, I thought ... the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our son: "Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a look at you before I fall, is my biggest wish now.... I know that in your life, you will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can accompany you throughout that journey, how nice would it be. But daddy now no longer has that chance. Daddy has written inside here all the possible difficulties and problems you may encounter during your lifetime, when you meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy's suggestion ... Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have accompanied you through life's journey. To be honest, daddy is very happy. Do love your mum, she has suffered a lot, she is the one who loves you most and also the one who loves me most...." From play school to primary school, to secondary, university? , to work and even in dealing with questions of love, everything big and small was written there.
He has also written a letter for me: "My dear, to marry you was my biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain I have caused you, forgive me for not telling you about my illness, because I wanted to see you in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby.... My dear, if you cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would smile, thank you for loving me... For all these presents, I'm afraid I cannot give them to our son personally, could you pls help me in giving some of them to him every year, the dates are on what to be given and when to give are all written on the packaging... "

Going back to the hospital, my husband was still in coma. I brought our son over and placed him beside him. I said: "Open your eyes and smile, I want our son to remember being in the warmth of your arms..." He struggled to open his eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in his arms was happily waving his tiny hands in the air. I press the button on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang through the air as tears slowly rolled down my face....

A fatal misunderstanding and the person who loves me the most in this world is gone forever...." Cruel misunderstandings, one after the other disrupted the blissful footsteps of our family. Our original intent of having his mother enjoy some quiet and peaceful moments in her remaining years with us went terribly wrong as destiny's secret is finally revealed at a price, everything became too late."...... ...
This is a true story.
LEARNING POINT - DO NOT EVER HOLD ON TO OFFENCES!!!
I am totally speechless, this story brought tears to my eyes as I read through each line eager to know what would happen next. It truly showed the devastating power of grudges and anger! Simple humility and communication would have resolved most of the problems in that story, as well as patience..... This story has really touched my heart and life as a whole and it h
as stimulated a paradigm shift. Though it is very sad, it is also very refreshing to know that from today, I can consciously start to live a life free of grudge..
People please let's live a life devoid of grudge.

self control is d key!... just 5min enjoyment can put u in a very bad situation. God created sex for d married only

sex before marriage is like opening a marriage gift before the marriage day

people that are not married should abstain from sexual immorality. it can easily bring down a man and make him lost for ever!

no lies from them... the doctors are Roberts sisters

Oro Pesi je:
I'm sharing this because it is thought-provoking. I wish you could forward it to every youth known to you, so they can have a piece of it. And let the sleeping giants rise.

"My Dear Nigerian Youths", by Prof. Isa.

I am very angry and that is why I am addressing you.

You are the source of my anger and I want to vent my spleen- maybe not at you directly- but at the arrogance of your ignorance.

You sit in front of a computer and rant all day through social media but with every click, you make money - not for yourself - but for Mark Zuckerberg (Facebook).

With every megabyte of data you spend complaining and maligning, you make stupendous bucks for Etisalat, Glo and Airtel.

Over the next two years, the number of Nigerian millionaires will jump by 47% but most likely you will not be among because you are too busy whining and complaining. And yet about 60% of Nigeria’s 170m population are below 35 years. Oh, what a waste! By the way, Mark Zuckerberg was 19 when he started Facebook.

Africa’s youngest billionaire, Ashish Thakkar, is 31. He escaped from the Rwandan genocide and relocated to Uganda where he started an IT business.

Collin Thornton, who made his millions by fixing bad computers and setting up Dial-a-Nerd, is 35.

Adam Horowitz, an 18-year-old entrepreneur, started 30 websites in 3 years before he became successful.

The only thing you have ever started is an online petition. Have you heard of Jason Njoku? He’s 33 and the founder of Iroko TV. He received $8m investment into his company just a few years ago. What he does? Sharing the same Nollywood films that you spend hours to watch online. He didn’t just hang around waiting for Buhari to make something happen or blaming Jonathan for not making anything happen.

Kamal Budhabhatti was deported from Kenya but while on the flight, he thought of the opportunities in Kenya. He found his way back after 6 months and today his company is valued at $30m. He’s 36.

Have you heard of Chinedu Echeruo? Apple just paid $1b for his app. He’s a Nigerian like you and all he did was attempt to fix a problem. But for you, the only thing you attempt to fix are your nails- and your hairdo! Chinedu moved to New York in 1995 and found it difficult to navigate the city with ease so he developed HopStop to fix the problem.

Stop listing all the problems - we know them already but what are you doing about them?

Awolowo was 37, Akintola was 36, Ahmadu Bello was 36, Tafawa Balewa was 34, Okotie-Eboh was 27 and Enahoro was 27 at the time of independence of Nigeria.

In 1966, the first coup was led by Kaduna Nzeogwu (29) and stopped by Murtala Mohammed (28), TY Danjuma (28), IBB (25), Sanni Abacha (23) and Shehu Yar'adua (23).

It brought in Yakubu Gowon as Head of State at 32 and Olusegun Obasanjo at 29.

You are in your 40s and you still sag your trousers.

Of course, you know Linda Ikeji. You’ve spent hundreds of hours on her blog laughing and commenting while she smiles her way to the bank.

She’s just built a house for her father in the village- just by you clicking on her gossip and sharing.

Your day is not complete without a stop by at her blog. She was as broke as you are but she turned a hobby into a business.

Are you that void of understanding?

You think those politicians have any regard for you?

That is why I referred to the arrogance of your ignorance at the beginning of this diatribe.

You have a false estimation of yourself. You have an over bloated ego.

You are only as good as an election ticket - pure and simple. You are only good to be used and discarded like a used ballot paper. Who keeps a used ballot paper anyway? That is why they only remember you every four years.
CHANGE starts from the mind. All you need is NEW thinking.

THE STORY OF A TEENAGE GIRL She turned sixteen, he called her 'sweet' Her breasts were full, her hips were out Her face was smooth, as bright as light He always promise to make things right. They dated for months, and she felt high The days of reckoning was dangerously nigh Then she got late and started to sigh Fear crept in, if only she could fly. She told him the news, he turned to buzz; Have an abortion, you have nothing to lose. Feeling trapped and caught, she turned to snooze And cried all she could Father blamed mother out of the blues. Her life was ruined, she has no clue, If she was so sweet, where is he now?

7 Awesome Psychology Facts. . 1. Psychology says, sometimes you just say "I'm fine" because it's difficult to find someone who actually cares. . 2. Psychology says, spending a great amount of time with someone can literally cause you to pick up their habits. . 3. Psychology says, one of the best ways to measure people is to watch the way they behave when something free is offered. . 4. Psychology says, when you’re ignored by someone whose attention means the most to you, the reaction in the brain is similar to physical pain. . 5. Psychology says, if your dog gets out, dont chase it. Instead, lie on the ground and pretend you're hurt. It will come back to see if you're okay. . 6. Psychology says women with higher IQ's have a harder time finding a mate. Intelligent women would rather remain single than be with the wrong person. . 7. Psychology says, unexpected text messages from the person you care about can have a positive affect on your body and instantly improve your mood.

7 Awesome Psychology Facts. . 1. Psychology says, sometimes you just say "I'm fine" because it's difficult to find someone who actually cares. . 2. Psychology says, spending a great amount of time with someone can literally cause you to pick up their habits. . 3. Psychology says, one of the best ways to measure people is to watch the way they behave when something free is offered. . 4. Psychology says, when you’re ignored by someone whose attention means the most to you, the reaction in the brain is similar to physical pain. . 5. Psychology says, if your dog gets out, dont chase it. Instead, lie on the ground and pretend you're hurt. It will come back to see if you're okay. . 6. Psychology says women with higher IQ's have a harder time finding a mate. Intelligent women would rather remain single than be with the wrong person. . 7. Psychology says, unexpected text messages from the person you care about can have a positive affect on your body and instantly improve your mood.

Valentine Day Special : 10 Signs That Confirm You Have Found True Love. . Confused if your love is really true? These signs will definitely clear up all doubt. . 1. When you don't need each other, but instead, want each other. . 2. When he/she brings out the best in you and the crazy too. . 3. When your significant other becomes your inspiration. . 4. When you stop figuring out why you love the other person. . 5. When silence is comfortable. . 6. When you stop looking for someone better. . 7. When you selflessly make efforts and expect nothing in return. . 8. When there is no need to say "I love you". You can just sense it. . 9. When there are permanent butterflies in your stomach, every time you see them. . 10. When you stop seeking the answer and stop reading these threads. . HAPPY VALENTINE DAY.

Valentine Day Special : 8 Interesting Facts About Love & Relationships . . 1. Couples usually wait until six to eight dates before they are willing to enter into an exclusive relationship. . 2. Approximately 48% of online daters reported that their breakups occurred via email/whats app. . 3. A woman can increase the likelihood of a man approaching her if she uncrosses her arms, makes subtle eye contact, and smiles. . 4. Research shows that men know they’re falling in love after just three dates, but women don’t fall in love until date 14. . 5. If a woman offers to pay for everything, chances are she isn’t that into the date. There’s an unspoken understanding that a man paying for everything is a form of “copulatory gift,” which is almost universal in all animal species. . 6. Beautiful women typically get more stares, winks, and harassment than average- looking women do, but they are also less likely to get asked out by average-looking men because those men tend to be intimated by them. . 7. Dating specialists suggest that if a woman doesn’t return a call after two messages, she is not interested. . 8. If a group of women are standing together but their eyes are wandering, they are likely to be looking for guys. If they each take a turn to break away from the group to head to the bathroom alone, they are on the prowl. If they are huddled together giggling, they are usually not interested in finding men. . HAPPY VALENTINE DAY.

Valentine Day Special : 20 Things to Start Doing in Your Relationships. . 1. Free yourself from negative people. 2. Let go of those who are already gone. . 3. Give people you don’t know a fair chance. 4. Show everyone kindness and respect. . 5. Accept people just the way they are. 6. Encourage others and cheer for them. . 7. Be your imperfectly perfect self. 8. Forgive people and move forward. . 9. Do little things every day for others. 10. Pay attention to who your real friends are. . 11. Always be loyal. 12. Stay in better touch with people who matter to you. . 13. Keep your promises and tell the truth. 14. Give what you want to receive. . 15. Say what you mean and mean what you say. 16. Allow others to make their own decisions. . 17. Talk a little less, and listen more. 18. Leave petty arguments alone. . 19. Ignore unconstructive, or hurtful comments. . 20. Pay attention to your relationship with yourself. . HAPPY VALENTINE DAY.

MY FATHER'S ADVICE TO ME WHEN I WAS SEARCHING FOR A WIFE... WOW By Jerry John Rawlings The Former Ghana President My son, I will be very raw and sincere with you. Do not worry about the size of a woman buttock or breast but worry about the size of her heart and brain. Worry about the size of her love and endurance. Because after 5 or 10 years, it will not be about the breast or buttock. As you can see, your mum now has a flat chest and almost flat buttock but we still live together happily, I still love her and she still love me. Be careful of a woman that loves money. I mean the woman that talks ‘every time’ about her hair, cloths, shoes, bags panties and make-ups. Marriage is not all about these things. Without make-up, cloths, shoes and panties a good marriage will still stand but without love, no marriage can stand. When I got married to your mum, I didn’t have a car or house of my own. I was not even educated. But I had dreams and she appreciate and support me. Any woman that does not support your dream is not worth thinking-a- minute about. There are women that will see your dreams better than you, you are lucky if you find one, My son, open your ears very well, there is a kind of woman you should avoid, do not make a mistake to marry this kind of woman or you will regret it. I mean a woman that always has bad things to say about everyone. If you see this kind of woman, run away. One of the worst kind of woman you can marry is the one that complains about everything. If you buy this, she says you should have bought that, if you do this, she said you should have done that. Please stay away! Most women enjoy talking but the one who talks for two hours and listen for two minutes is a potential ‘bomb’. Be wise Be very careful of a pretending partner. A pretending woman is not hard to know. She will always know everything about everything, she will be careful. Just close your eyes and open your heart and you will see! No woman is perfect. If you see a woman who believes in your dream , who respects you who is committed and who is not all about herself alone then don’t let her go. But remember, you must not be a wayward man. I have trained you! If you find a good woman but you are a bad man, you wont have a good marriage! I won’t pick a wife for you but I have given you my advice. When you find her, bring her for my blessings. May you find a woman that will increase you not decrease you..

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are u on watapp..

were did u get ur facts from....funny u

lol...funny

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those of u that went 4 d final chart av u been called?

phiola4: it was nice, done in batches and the only question they asked each person was "can we meet u"

. Are u sure day will call some people again 4 d final chart?

@phiola hw was d final chart? Were u pple much 4 it. I'm still expecting their call ohh. Is d final chat done on batches? Pls i need ur reply. Tanks

amen

tayoccu:

which date did they give you?
holler @ me flaymeplus@yahoo.ca
07030538211

when is d date 4 d final chart?

Stanleyelege: beloved. i av been contacted.i pray u too get contacted......

. Congrat. D male interviewer. When is d date of d final chart and were?

tayoccu:
I really can't remember.

@luckyikhide
I just got a call for the final interview.

wahoo! Congrat i'm yet to recive any call. When is the date for the final interview @tayoccu

alrite in case they call u just keep me posted. Cheers!

i did my ctb on d 14th and interview on d 18th but av not been called yet.. @tayoccu what did day tell u wen day called?

av any body recived message frm mtn as regard d interview dat went on feb 18 2013?