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Sorry this story came late. But anyway I know you are anticipating on what happened to 'debola. For those who are reading this story for the first time, here is a summary.....

'Debola's trusted friend tolani snatched 'demola, her husband to be (in a marriage that was 3weeks away). And months later, Grace (another friend of debola) rushed in with an invitation card for tolani and demola's wedding. Debola had accident on her way back from tolani's wedding. And she won't be able to walk for a year or two.

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I cried so much after hearing the sad news that I won't be able to walk for a year or two. Grace was with me, giving me tissues to dry off the tears on my cheeks. The 'hawt' doctor was there too, he was just looking at me. And I wasn't even thinking about him because of the news, all that was going through my head was "so I lost my husband 'to be' to tolani and I lost my spinal cord to tolani's treacherous wedding". And for the first time if I'm not lying, I cursed her in my heart then I sighed. "Don't worry dear, it 's not like you won't work again" the doctor said. Then he draws out an x-ray result from a file, demonstrating the dislocation in my spinal cord and the ruptured ribs. I was in tears and couldn't see what he was showing me.

I spent two months in the hospital after that day. And I see the doctor everyday, and even when Grace can't come to the hospital to sleep over, the doctor will. Sometimes he won't even go home after his shift.

On an afternoon , I was teasing him. " Won't you go home and stay with your wife?" I said jokingly. Though there was no ring on his finger but I wanted to know maybe there is anyone.

He replied "I have no one to go home too, my brother is in the U.K and our parents are dead. I looked at him with a sad face. "Sorry, but that's not a correct answer." He smiled, ''I'm single" he said. There was this sprinting happiness in my blood stream. Though several time, I'd ask him, "can u date a disabled lady like myself". ''Hmmm, if that's what would make me happy."
Not like I was trying to force myself on him but he's kinda hot and I'm not in a position to play with any chance I have. As a matter of fact, I don't even know his name, I call him DR, Nothing more.

After the discharge from hospital, he visits at least thrice a week. Maybe because he's my personal doctor. Grace is always around and there were no chances for us to talk about dating or anything...... Sometimes when he's around, Grace and him would just push me around the neighbourhood, get me some ice cream.

After 2 or 3months can't remember precisely, I started using crutches instead of wheelchair . The first day I walked with crutches, he was so happy that he had to go out, get I and grace chicken and potato chips.

But things suddenly changed, I wasn't seeing him again, whenever I try his number it's always switched off. There was no one to talk to, as I was not seeing Grace too. I lived the first one week of not seeing them in agony, I couldn't do things all by myself. Infact I was not having proper bath. So I made up my mind on going to check him at home on a saturday morning. He gave me his house address, when I told him that I'll come and know maybe he's single or not.

I chattered a cab from Bariga to Ogba. His house is one big building, very free to access. The maid helped me to get to the living room. ''Madamu, oga go soon come join u. Relask(x) and enjoy". I couldn't reply because I was sad and was saving all the words for the doctor.

I was looking all around the living room. Two big portraits of his mum and dad. One small portrait of him. No picture of any girl. I sighed in relief. But as I was looking at every piece in the house, I was hearing someone moaning.

My heart was pounding seriously, and I was praying it should not be doctor. Because I was already in love and if he's not going to ask me out, I was intending to tell him that I love him. At least what a man "can't" do , I'll do it better. So I checked the first room, no one there. As I move towards the second room, the moaning gets closer. It must be the second room. As I peeped to see , no one there too. With the difficulty in carrying my crutches, I didn't mind. Things we do for love. I move towards the third room, and the moaning was closer than it was. ''The room is open'', I soliloquies. I peeped this time, and I saw a light skinned lady, sitting on the di''k of a tall , built and strong guy. These qualities matches that of Dr. But I watched the action for almost 4 minutes. The lady was seriously pounding on the D, the guy (who I'm not sure yet maybe is doctor or not) was grabbing the boobs firmly. The D must be really long because as the lady goes up, the inch of the D that I was seeing is long enough to fill another Hole...... The lady was banging it really hard like she's gonna die after that. And the guy was not letting go of the boobs............ Read the complete story on http://www.gbotemireflections..co.uk/2013/02/love-frienship-and-betrayal-3.html?m=1 . And read our other stories......thanks

After the shocking news of damoche, an upcoming artiste popular for his damino damoche and obo to she tracks. It won't be new to say he 'was' a cultist. I'm not talking about his personality on here and I'm not discussing about his death, I just want to shed light on cultism and the need to say NO to Cultism.

Things are really falling apart and indeed the falcon can no longer hear the falconer. We should put our sh*t together. We only Live once........

To me I see cultism not only as a wrong doctrine but also as bad attitudes. Cultism in University is a barbaric activity that can only harm and mar the students future. Most people went to the University innocent and turn bloody there, Neglecting the values of been a good student. All the protection promises they make, beautiful girls things, No intimidation things, hardman thing are all LIES from the pit of hell. If you actually join because you want ladies, you can only get b*tches and not women of substance. Rather you end up spending 10yrs for a 4yr course or end up in the grave before graduation.
This is why I don't even pity any cultist killed by other frats. If you kill people, be ready for the that day you'd be killed. It's a retributive justice......

Cultism is not sexually segregating. It involves both male and female. And for too many irrational reasons people lose their lives like chickens putting parents into total darkness of sorrow. Destinies are destroyed and lives are cut short. There is more to this life than seeking salvation where there is not. I'm not preaching or giving sermon. I'm just reflecting on the social effect of cultism.

If you are a cultist, all you can get is series of killings in revenge of your death. So while dead, there are still lives that'd be counted on you. This act is a mess and menace to the society at large.
Our generation should be the hope of tomorrow, where's the Hope in cultism?? We are the change needed to pilot this great nation to its Canaan, where's the change in Cultism?? We want to fight against corruption, do we have to fight against each other to do it? We want to make Nigeria a better place but what's good in Cultism??

It's kinda amusing that some positive thinking youths are busy reading just to make it life, some into self-established business, some into internet programming stuffs and other stuffs like that, trying to make a living, make cool cash. While some backward thinking , dark aged youths are interested in killing one another.

I'm not a perfectionist, but to a minimal stage we can earn perfection though not total. And this perfection is to say no to cultism, never join them, putting your trust in God, Allah, Eledumare, Amadioha, chukwu or what God or god you believe in.

I still believe in the power of us making a change, it begins with you and I. SAY NO TO CULTISM!!!
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Things have been happening, not just things, lots of great and bad things. Anyway I am not here to remind you of that, today I just thought I should write here about "A life Journey" which is basically just a journey through life, we all journey through this life, we encounter the good and the bad, each day has got it's own challenges, losses, victories, disappointments, it's just full of everything; that is life for you.

In my life I have been through a lot just like you and him and the other one, but the challenges we meet always differ, my life journey is not at all like yours, sometime they maybe be similar but I know it for a fact they can never be the same coz we all take things differently and we all can stand different challenges, some we loose some we win. As human we always ask ourselves certain questions, why me, do I deserve this, when will I ever get through......... Visit http://www.gbotemireflections..co.uk/2013/02/life-as-journey.html?m=1 for continuation

So I have to tell you the concluding part of debola's story. Got too many pings, mails and calls that ' we want to know what happened'.

Ok for those who missed it. 'Debola's trusted friend tolani snatched 'demola, her husband to be (in a marriage that was 3weeks away). And months later, Grace (another friend of debola) rushed in with an invitation card for tolani and demola's wedding.


So after checking the cover page up to a million times, I took the courage to check the address and other things on the card. Tears rolled down my eyes several times but Grace was there to help me with tissues. 'Everything will be alright', grace said. I told grace, Please can we go for the wedding just to honour our friend. 'I hate you, you are too weak and that's why they toiled with your emotions....' Grace screamed in her tiny but loud voice. I begged her and because she loves me, she agreed. Read more on http://www.gbotemireflections..co.uk/2013/02/love-friendship-and-betrayal-episode-2.html?m=1

As we opened the door to our flat wide, Tolani and i rushed to reach out for the Blackberry charger. The charger was mine quite alright and hers got blown up by our faulty generator but we still managed to share it, though that slowed down a lot of things, our phones had been off and we really needed to spring it to life.
Demola must have been trying my number since i said staring at the phone screen, waiting for the red battery sign to turn yellow and then white. Tolani who made her way to the kitchen after giving up on the charger fight had returned with a large tray bearing two plates of rice. I was about to pick my plate when this text message flashed in,' OH MY GOD', i screamed loud and dropped my phone bounced.

'What is it?' Tolani rushed to my side.
' No, No, this can't happen, what have i done wrong?', i clasped both hands and placed it in the middle of my head. 'Demola has killed me', tears were sprinting down my face.

'What is it now? What has he done, talk now'. I pointed to my phone and asked her to read my message.
'Hi, been trying your number for a while. I really need to get this straight, i dont want to go on with the wedding again, found a far-better partner. Deal with it'
What could have happened? I spoke with Demola five hours ago and he didnt even sound like he was going to stage such a big drama.

'You wont sit down and cry yourself out like an abandoned baby. Take your phone and call him rightaway.'
'Did you get my message?' That was the first phrase that popped out of his mouth.
'Whatt? Demola, whats the meaning of all that, what have i done wrong?' and then he hung up on me.

A surge of strength overpowered me. 'I'm storming his house right now, he has to explain this rubbish'. I snatched my car keys and rushed out, Tolani was behind me, i later handed the keys to her.
'Demola for Heavens sake, its three weeks to our wedding, whats the meaning of this?'
'I've had a busy day, i need some rest, i suggest you run through the message over again if there's any part you dont understand.
'But Demola......' Tolani's soft voice came next
'Stay out of this,' Demola cut in, he took his phone and walked to his room.
.........View the remaining part of the story on www.gbotemireflections..co.uk

To quit is to be afraid of the present condition thinking the susbsequent events would be worse. A real winner must learn how not to quit, how to endure and also learn perseverance. At some point or other, we have all thought about giving up. No matter what the task it, we get to a point where we can no longer see the light at the end of the tunnel. Sometimes the hardest thing to do is to make it to the finish line. Let me give you a quote about telling you the popular story of KFC. Perseverance is the hard work you do after you get tired of doing the hard work you already did. - Newt Gingrich. So with the little piece am about to share, I hope you'd have reason(s) to hold on to that dream and never give up. I thought it will be a good idea to share inspirational stories with you all. When Colonel Harland Sanders retired at the age of 65, he had little to show for himself, except an old van, a $105 monthly pension check, and a recipe for chicken. Because he knew he couldn't live on his pension, he took his chicken recipe in hand, got behind the wheel of his van, and set out to make his fortune. His plan was to sell his chicken recipe to restaurant owners, who would in turn give him a residual for every piece of chicken they sold--5 cents per chicken. The first restaurateur turned him down, so did the second, So did the third. In fact, the first thousand of restaurants Colonel Sanders approached turned him down. But he continued to call on owners as he travelled across the USA and sometimes he slept in his car to save money. After two years of making daily sales he had signed up a total of five restaurants. Still the Colonel didn't give up on his dream, knowing that he had a great chicken recipe and that someday the idea would catch on. Of course, you know how the story ends. The idea DID catch on. By 1963 the Colonel had 600 restaurants across the country selling his secret recipe of Kentucky Fried Chicken (with 11 herbs and spices). This same KFC is where every babe cries to go to, the perseverance of someone who never gave up is what we all long to eat someday perhaps everyday. Though the sales made him a multi-millionaire, he continued to represent and promote KFC until his death in 1990. But he was bought out of it by the then Kentucky governor. The lesson am trying to pass through this story is that never give up and its never too late to decide to never give up. Never give up on your dreams, perseverance, endurance and patience is the key to a success story..... Read more on www.gbotemireflection..co.uk

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"It's hard to be humble," says an old country song, when you're perfect in every way.Very few people, of course, actually think they're perfect in every way, but it can still be pretty hard to be humble, especially when you live in a society that encourages competition and individuality. Even in such a culture, however, humility is an important virtue. Learning to be humble is of paramount importance in most religions and spiritual traditions, and humility can also help you develop as a person and enjoy richer relationships with others.Even in the bible, it is believed God hates pride and loves humility, he lift up the humble and bring down the pride, so my brothers and sisters if you want God to be pleased with whatever you do, be humble.Though it is believed that humility is one of the hardest virtue to achieve but notwithstanding you can always achieve it by relating with humble ones or people of low status.SO HELP YOU LORD.

[color=#990000][/color] You think you are emotional abused? Yes?? No I tell you if all you do is spend your emotion on someone who does not worth it then you are also emotionally abusing yourself. But have heard stories and have experienced this. But I want to share the story of a friend with you, after reading it please comment and advise my friend. *warning this will be a Long post but will be an emotional, interesting and a thoughtful one. My friend is a lady anyway and let us assume she's dammy by name. This is her story.....
"I met my ex when I was 19/20 at a time when I was already emotionally weak from my personal and family situations at the time. He was a year older than me. He has a figure of LeBron and a face of Chris brown. This is just to let you know how hot he is!
We were working together in the same company where I did my IT(industrial Training), he was a permanent . He said he fell in love with me at first sight and, at that time, had sought to find out as much about me as possible (took about a month) before he finally approached me. I was eager to make new friends and meet new people within the company. I wasn't attracted to him at first and we became quick friends. After a few weeks, he began the chase. He bought me flowers, wrote me poems in different languages lol, declared his love for me over and over. I rejected him time and time again but he was persistent. He told everyone that I was the one and he would not give up until he got me.
For about 2 months, he'd come to my house with new antics, new jokes, new toys to cheer me up whenever he thought I was down (he knew about my family problems). I was becoming more and more attracted to him with each passing day. I thought he must've believed I was really special to pursue me so relentlessly. I finally agreed to start dating him when I noticed I missed him whenever he was not around. (Butterflies in my tummy finally) *giggles* .
The first few months of our relationship were what romantic fantasies are made of. He took me on several trips, one of which was a trip to see gbotemi at ife, to see the Zoo, Ooni's palace and insisted on paying for everything because he wanted to take care of me. His family was much wealthier than mine and my family always had difficulty making ends meet. And I was hoping to marry him soon as I leave sch, though I had 2years more. He told me constantly that he loved me and I was perfect for him. He bought me expensive jewlry, we went to several formal events where he surprised me with gorgeous evening gowns and beautiful boquets of flowers. He treated my siblings and my parents with the utmost respect. He would spoil my sisters and parents with gifts. For any place I wanted to go, he would pick me up in his car and drive me around so that I wouldn't tire out from driving. I was in heaven. I felt so lucky to have a guy who treated me so well. And I always want it to last forever. And sometimes when he demands for sex, I always give it to him like if you can do all this sweet things for me, then you deserve a sexual treat. During our one and half years of relationship I lost count of the number of times we had sex but the figure should be more than 300 times if not exaggerating. Lemme give you a gist about one night with him *winks*. After leaving a social function together, we booked a room at Megavons hotel in Ikeja (a subsidiary of WAEC). After having our bath, I was too tired to do anything than lie down and sleep. But he asked for sex, I didn't want to make him sad, so I let him slide is finger through, was wet already and he did me strong thing. On too many occasions sef, he will try to grab my ass or boobs in public which I take because I love him.
Then, subtly, things began to change. His job demanded more of his time. He started to work more overtime, so I started to spend time with my friends and meeting new people. Whenever I was out, he would call me and demand to know where I was. If I missed the phone call due to the lack of reception or being in a noisy crowded room, he would yell at me for it. He would accuse me of being with someone else, that I've been sleeping around. So I would spend a couple of hours trying to apologise to him for not picking up his calls and that I'll not do it again. He'd say that I had to drop everything I was doing, no matter if i was spending time with my family or friends or working, I had to pick up. He would lose his temper on little things like me eating and dropping crumbs in his car, me not cutting my hair into the short style he liked, me wearing heels (because it slowed me down while I was walking). All the clothes I wore had to cover me completely. I would be subjected to his anger if I had anything on that revealed a sliver of my cleavage or an inch of stomach flesh. So it looks like am irritating him but I always want to think it's because am not treating him good enough.
But I told myself am not taking this anymore when we went to the same social outing differently. I was sitting with my friends and he was with his friends too. I decided to leave him and let him enjoy. But I was looking at him jealously and he didn't have any idea I was in there with him. A lady left the table he was sitting, at that moment I felt like visiting the comfort station. The comfort stations has toilets and wash tubs at one side. So I was in the toilet, the girl that left his table was washing her face then my He came in and I heard him say to the girl that "baby am sorry I dump that piece of tramp for you, I spent all I have on her and her family but am sorry and am here to stay with you now". I rushed out of the toilet and reflexively slapped him, he gave me a multiple of 6. This wasn't the first time though, there cases of messages that I can't decipher but I trusted him.
After that incidence he sent me text messages begging me and that I should come back to him. No I don't know what to do, is it to break up with him or not because we haven't broken up officially. But after this I wondered, is it that I gave in to him too early? Is it because don't spend much time together lately? Am I a pest? Or he did all d mr nice guy thing because he wanted my body? Confused!!! But all I can say is have been emotional abused by the one I love. And I can't do this any more. "
So that's the story from dammy, no one is a master in relationship. But little advice won't be bad. Just pass a comment and encourage my friend.