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pek:
Mine was with my elder brother. He visited from Abuja to Lagos just before my wedding. Asked me for a loan that things weren't okay with him at the moment. I promised to help settle him later after my wedding. He asked me how much I was paying for the accommodation. I told him. He asked if he could stay and be paying for one room. I declined.
He came with his family for the wedding and his family was allotted one out of the four rooms in the duplex ( all en suit). Days after wedding, bros didn't go. I had extra five mouths to feed. Unplanned and little prepared for. Four weeks passed, no leave no transfer. The last straw was when I saw the wife's panties on the door. She didn't hang it in the bathroom, on the bathroom door, in the wardrobe or anywhere in their room. But on the door leading to the room. I was mad. Had to go see my uncle who sent for him. He left the following morning.

bros u don't have a brother, u not a brother material.

midnighter:
Yes, he could have told them to quieten down/adjust themselves and seen their reaction BUT that doesn't give them the right in the first place (which is what your comment implied).

he gives dem all right, if u are fire for fire member n u visit a friend, will u pray like a Catholic? be sincere

Whizbuzz:
Years back when I was in year 2 at PTI,I came home for holidays and a male friend of mine came around to say hello to me,he greeted my dad and we both sat down on a 3 sitter chair watching the BBC which my dad was already glued to my friends arrival...to my greatest surprise.....he stood up and took the remote that was on a stool in front of my dad and changed the channel to sound city...I was dumbfounded and my dad was like trying to load to know exactly what just happened....to me that was weird...cos it was his 1st time in my house and my dad has never even met him before...and have never been to his house before myself...it was weird anyway....I got scolded when he left cos my dad kept mute till he left...

now thats weird, he didn't even switch to cnn

koladebrainiac:
I invited a friend who has been disturbing e since to visit me. so one afternoon, he came. we talked and watched tv. he asked me to show him toilet which I did, I waited for him outside because we were still talking excitedly about ladies, suddenly, he reached for a pure white towel hung on the toilet door which belongs to my mum, he then used it to wipe his wet face leaving a dirty black spot on my mummy towel. I was so angry and he saw it on my face. I screamed that my mum's towel now. he just mumbled some excuse. that was the last time I invited him to my house. he no even reason am before he used it. Had to wash the towel again removing the dirty stain he left. hian.

i will avoid people like u, u definitely not a homely person

198800Mam:
ONE COOL EVENING AFTER D HEAVY RAINFALL I WAS JUST AT HOME LAYING DOWN ON MA MATRESS, SHE JUST CAME IN WITH HER LONG PURPLE OVERALL HIJAB BEFORE I CUD WELCOME HER PROPER SHE JST PULL HER HIJAB SHE WAS STEAK NAKED WITH NOTHING UNDER D HIJAB, AND WE HAD THE BEST SEX N ROMANCE EVA

nice dream

Specyano:
Showing one of my guy a post on Instagram on my phone, baba just scroll down see some posts double tap... I'm like bro no be ur phone u dey operate and that's my account not yours,, nigga be like ehn ehn he like what he sees on my account ��‍♂️

so someone cant check well a post, or havent u done same with other peoples phone¿ wats weird here

midnighter:
Come on! So if a bunch of Muslim women visited your house and began to shout "Allahu Akbar" early in the morning, you wouldn't complain

People shouldn't use their religion as an excuse to be stupid and insensitive, in fact their prayer is a very useless one if they can't consider their hosts.

I can't stand that stupid early morning shouting they use to disturb everybody like say dem holy pass

yes because i have no right to complain unless I hate d religion n beside best u have told them d rules but since u didn't anything goes

PrinceGallant:
They were three women, they came for a ceremony which would be held in the following day, so they had to pass night with us. I offered them my very room so they could be comfortable.

In the early morning, they started to pray in Jesus name and they were shouting. They extended the prayer for almost an hour. And it is visbly written all over the wall that they are in Muslims house. Everybody in my house uses hijab.

But I just reported them to the one that brought them to us.

so if u visit a Christian friend u wont pray because u re in Christian home abi?

solasoulmusic:
My house secrets stay here lol

But I really loved this guy so the night before my birthday I went to visit we went to his friends where he had arranged babes I faked late night and spent the night. Nothing happened but I learnt then that sometimes we put down what we can’t keep up with.

Just wanted to crash their ashawo party small

i got no idea what u just wrote

NaijaOlosho:
Bleeping me real hard

who is

if u US cud adapt their tactics it will reduce gun violence

Darnleypedro22:
what's a Ripper?

i tire oh

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I thought penning steamy books about sex-crazed werewolves was the dumbest job ever. With a little subversion and a huge thesaurus, I learned to love it.

I read my first romance novel at age 14 in a sweaty office at my summer internship. I was working at a production company and had been tasked with reading the novel, then doing a quick write-up on its salient features to determine whether or not it was ripe for adaptation. I remember with uncomfortably piercing clarity that it was an e-book based on Lady Chatterley’s Lover, which to the uninitiated, was basically the tattered, dime-store bodice ripper that your grandmother and her friends used to circulate back in their own school days.

The vividly graphic e-book made me blush to the roots of my pubic hair. I hid under my small gray desk and tore through it during lunch. Even as I hurried through the book, clicking to each new page as though it were a race against the clock, I mocked every line. What was this trite, trivial garbage? And more to the point, why was it dampening the back of the poorly patterned T.J.Maxx work dress I’d purchased just for this internship?

In my report on the novel to my boss, I eviscerated it in the way only a judgmental 14-year-old girl can. Each character was mine to mock, every plot turn another opportunity for me to prove my debilitating wit. I submitted that coverage and didn’t think much of it, save for swearing up and down that I would never read another romance novel. I read Shakespeare, Brontë and Austen. I had no time for the poorly written silliness of romance novels.

My Jewish mother says that when you express distaste and scorn, God not only laughs he straps on an apron and gets back in the kitchen, finding ever more creative ways of punishing you for your whining. Sure enough, some eight years later, I’m a several times over best-selling ghostwriter of romance novels. God didn’t just traipse into the kitchen; he did some damn molecular gastronomy.

***

I started writing romance novels because of a man. It was my third year of college, and I’d just broken up with a particularly repellant boyfriend. He’d sent me detailed essays about David Lynch and included at least three Beach Boys songs in every playlist he composed. Unfortunately, David Lynch/Beach Boys Boyfriend worked at the same museum on campus as me.

You only have to learn the error of dating a co-worker once, and apparently, this was my turn. Not long after the breakup, I knew it was time for me to move on from that job. It was clear he wouldn’t leave, so I had to get the hell out of dodge. But what else could I do on campus? The best jobs — working in one of the eight or so cafes — were all scooped up, and I wasn’t qualified for any of the tech gigs (seeing as how I was running on a determined little iPhone 5 with a dirty home screen that just wouldn’t quit).

Besides, I wanted to do something with writing. In my spare time, I was writing plays with the end goal of eventually transitioning to screenwriting. So it only made sense to try to align my part-time job with what I hoped would one day be my full-time job. After some very feeble internet sleuthing, I signed up for a handful of online freelancing sites.

It became almost immediately evident that the biggest demand was for ghostwriters in the romance field, especially for young, female ghostwriters (which is kinda sexist, but OK). Essentially I would be paid for writing romance novels anonymously that would be credited to a best-selling author.

Though I resisted the siren call of easy money for a week or so, I eventually caved and bid on my first romance writing job. I got the gig, and the rest, as they say, is literary history. Except of course it’s not, because romance writing is the most rote, formulaic type of writing out there. After all, there are only so many ways to describe a penis.

A hero’s penis must be veiny, bulging, and little else. In my business there’s no room for a penile digression. Or at least, this was what I thought when I first began.

I was given outlines that were broken down so specifically it was almost as if human sexuality had been reduced to percentage points. At 25 percent of the way through the novel, at least one of the leads needs to have masturbated. The first 50 percent of the book is internal conflict between the two, the second 50 percent is external conflict. At the halfway mark, they fucck. At 90 to 95 percent, there is resolution, and an epilogue. It was a genital numbers game. This was mildly disheartening. I was a young writer with groundbreaking ideas, and I was being put on the tightest of leashes. Until, that is, I realized that I could make the books beasts of my .......

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dukeprince50:
came to my house, I tried to touch her, she declined and said she can't do it, she sees me as her younger brother

hows that not weird

Ruth and Harold “Doc” Knapke met in elementary school. They exchanged letters during the war, when Doc was stationed in Germany. After he returned their romance began in earnest. They married, raised six children and celebrated 65 anniversaries together. And then on a single day in August 2013, in the room they shared in an Ohio nursing home, they died.

“No relationship was ever perfect, but theirs was one of the better relationships I ever observed,” says their daughter Margaret Knapke, 61, a somatic therapist. “They were always like Velcro. They couldn’t stand to be separated.”

For years, Knapke says, she and her siblings watched their father’s health crumble. He suffered from longstanding heart problems and had begun showing signs of dementia. He lost interest in things he once enjoyed, and dozed nearly all the time. “We asked each other, why do you suppose he’s still here? The only thing we could come up with was that he was here for Mom,” she says. “He’d wake up from a long snooze and ask, ‘How’s your mother?’ ”

Then Ruth developed a rare infection. Lying unconscious in the nursing-home room she shared with Doc, it became clear she was in her final days. The Knapke children sat down to tell Doc that she wasn’t going to wake up again. “He didn’t go back to sleep. I could see he was processing it for hours,” says Margaret. He died the next morning, and Ruth followed that evening.

Knapke sees her parents’ same-day deaths as a conscious decision—two hearts shutting off together. “My feeling was that he was hanging around for her,” she says. Knapke believes her father wanted to show her mother the way to the next realm. “He knew she needed something else from him, so he switched gears and let go,” she says. “I feel he chose to go first so he could help her. It was definitely an act of love on his part.”

The Knapkes’ story may be special, but it’s not unique. Every few months, some small-town paper publishes a similar human-interest story. Last July, People magazine ran the story of 94-year-old California residents Helen and Les Brown, who were married for 75 years. They’d been born on the same day and died just one day apart. In February, a photo of New York residents Ed Hale, 83, and his wife Floreen, 82, made the rounds on social media. The image showed the couple holding hands through the railings of their side-by-side hospital beds. They died mere hours apart.

Death by heartbreak is a literary staple; even Shakespeare wrote of “deadly grief.” The emotional devastation of losing a loved one can certainly feel like physical pain. But can you really die from a broken heart? As it turns out, you can, from “broken-heart syndrome,” also known as stress-induced cardiomyopathy. Studies of bereavement, in fact, provide another harsh indictment of the effects of stress on human health. But deadly grief is not about stress alone, scientists say. It shines a light on the physiological bonds of love, ceded to us by evolution, so often best understood when broken.

Studies from around the world have confirmed that people have an increased risk of dying in the weeks and months after their spouses pass away. In 2011, researchers from Harvard University and the University of Yamanashi, Tokyo pooled the results of 15 different studies, with data on more than 2.2 million people. They estimated a 41 percent increase in the risk of death in the first six months after losing a spouse. The effect didn’t just apply to the elderly. People under 65 were as likely to die in the months following a spouse’s death as those over 65. The magnitude of the “widowhood effect” was much stronger for men than it was for women.

The explanation for the gender difference may be simple logistics. Particularly in previous generations, women did more of the work caring for their husbands and households. They kept in touch with adult children and were in charge of the family social life, says Tracy Schroepfer, a professor of social work at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, who studies the psychosocial needs of terminally ill elders and their families. When their wives died, men were more likely to become isolated. “Loneliness was really great, and for men who couldn’t shop and cook for themselves, it could impact their nutrition and health,” she says.

While women might be more resilient to losing a spouse, however, they aren’t immune to the deadly effects of grief. A 2013 study of more than 69,000 women in the United States found that a mother’s risk of dying increased 133 percent in the two years following the death of a child.

The idea that grief can increase the risk of dying makes intuitive sense, especially among those who spend time with the ill, says Roy Ziegelstein, a cardiologist and vice dean of education at Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine. “I think that if you polled doctors, they’d overwhelmingly tell you it happens not infrequently.”

Yvonne Matienko, a nurse and holistic health coach from Pennsylvania, knows all about broken-heart syndrome. Matienko was 51, without any history of heart problems, when she received a shocking phone call. Her teenage granddaughter, with whom she lived, had been involved in a serious car crash. Matienko rushed to the scene. “When I saw the trauma people and helicopters and the kids laying on the highway, my heart started racing,” she says.

Later that night, relieved that her granddaughter would be okay, she poured a glass of wine and tried to relax. Suddenly, she was overcome by dizziness. Then she passed out. “That’s the last thing I remember,” she says. Matienko was rushed back to the hospital, where she was diagnosed with stress-induced cardiomyopathy.

Unlike a heart attack, broken-heart syndrome doesn’t stem from blocked arteries. It appears to be brought on by a sudden surge in stress hormones including epinephrine (more commonly known as adrenaline) and its chemical cousin norepinephrine. That rush of hormones is a normal, healthy response to extreme stress. It fuels the body’s famed “fight or flight” response that prepares you for dealing with major threats. But in some cases the sudden flood of hormones essentially shocks the heart, preventing it from pumping normally. On an X-ray or ultrasound, the heart’s left ventricle appears enlarged and misshapen. The unusual shape is said to resemble a Japanese octopus trap called a tako-tsubo, hence the syndrome’s other alias: Takotsubo cardiomyopathy. The syndrome doesn’t permanently damage the heart’s muscle tissue, and patients often make a full recovery. A year after her ordeal, Matienko has no lingering heart problems. Still, the condition can be deadly if the misshapen heart can’t pump enough blood to the rest of the body.

Grief can affect the heart in less immediate ways. British researchers recently analyzed data from more than 30,000 surviving spouses in a primary care database from the United Kingdom. According to the study, published in February in JAMA Internal Medicine, the risk of heart attack and stroke doubled during the first 30 days after a spouse’s death......

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Japan has one of the lowest rates of gun crime in the world. In 2014 there were just six gun deaths, compared to 33,599 in the US. What is the secret?



If you want to buy a gun in Japan you need patience and determination. You have to attend an all-day class, take a written exam and pass a shooting-range test with a mark of at least 95 percent.

There are also mental health and drugs tests. Your criminal record is checked and police look for links to extremist groups. Then they check your relatives too - and even your work colleagues. And as well as having the power to deny gun licences, police also have sweeping powers to search and seize weapons.

That's not all. Handguns are banned outright. Only shotguns and air rifles are allowed.

The law restricts the number of gun shops. In most of Japan's 40 or so prefectures there can be no more than three, and you can only buy fresh cartridges by returning the spent cartridges you bought on your last visit.

Police must be notified where the gun and the ammunition are stored - and they must be stored separately under lock and key. Police will also inspect guns once a year. And after three years your licence runs out, at which point you have to attend the course and pass the tests again.

This helps explain why mass shootings in Japan are extremely rare. When mass killings occur, the killer most often wields a knife.
My Perfect Country

In a world where a lot is going wrong there is also a lot going right. So what if you could build a country with policies that actually worked, by homing in ideas around the world that have been truly successful?

The current gun control law was introduced in 1958, but the idea behind the policy dates back centuries.

"Ever since guns entered the country, Japan has always had strict gun laws," says Iain Overton, executive director of Action on Armed Violence and the author of Gun Baby Gun.

"They are the first nation to impose gun laws in the whole world and I think it laid down a bedrock saying that guns really don't play a part in civilian society."

People were being rewarded for giving up firearms as far back as 1685, a policy Overton describes as "perhaps the first ever gun buyback initiative."

The result is a very low level of gun ownership - 0.6 guns per 100 people in 2007, according to the Small Arms Survey, compared to 6.2 in England and Wales and 88.8 in the US.

"The moment you have guns in society, you will have gun violence but I think it's about the quantity," says Overton. "If you have very few guns in society, you will almost inevitably have low levels of violence."

Japanese police officers rarely use guns and put much greater emphasis on martial arts - all are expected to become a black belt in judo. They spend more time practising kendo (fighting with bamboo swords) than learning how to use firearms.

"The response to violence is never violence, it's always to de-escalate it. Only six shots were fired by Japanese police nationwide [in 2015]," says journalist Anthony Berteaux. "What most Japanese police will do is get huge futons and essentially roll up a person who is being violent or drunk into a little burrito and carry them back to the station to calm them down."



Overton contrasts this with the American model, which he says has been "to militarise the police."

"If you have too many police pulling out guns at the first instance of crime, you lead to a miniature arms race between police and criminals," he says.



To underline the taboo attached to inappropriate use of weapons, an officer who used his gun to kill himself was charged posthumously with a criminal offence. He carried out the act while on duty - policemen never carry weapons off-duty, leaving them at the station when they finish their shift.

The care police take with firearms is mirrored in the self-defence forces.

Journalist Jake Adelstein once attended a shooting practice, which ended with the gathering up of the bullet casings - and there was great concern when one turned out to be missing.

"One bullet shell was unaccounted for - one shell had fallen behind one of the targets - and nobody was allowed.....

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ur thinking is very low thats y u were scammed.
he he has the odd wudnt he use them

u no know b4 ni?


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Sonnyboom:
A trained monkey none of your entire pathetic bigoted tribemen is wise enough to contend with ba?!

nah because they have no time for a 4 legged walking slowpoke with no direction like ur self.
spit.

Some instrumentalists claim that singers have lousy rhythm. Some say that singers are sloppy musicians and don’t pay attention to details.

Why do they say that? Are singers really deficient when it comes to observing accurate rhythm? I have worked with singers as an accompanist and coach for many years, and I have seen again and again that singers are not quite as accurate with rhythm as their instrumentalist counterparts.

Then I get up to sing, and my own rhythmic sense deteriorates! Why is that? How can I have played advanced repertoire on piano, flute, and double bass, and then suddenly lose ground in my rhythmic abilities when I sing? One day while working with my vocal coach, we were laughing at how I have played concertos and complicated modern sonatas and chamber music on instruments, yet I messed up simple rhythms in a song.

She said that she believed that there must be something about the act of counting and the act of delivering words that is very difficult to do at the same time. That made sense to me, so I started thinking about that a lot in my singing and teaching. We musicians are taught from an early age to “count our rhythms”, such as “1 & 2 & 3e&a 4”, et cetera. When we are playing our flutes and violins and drums we can have this internal counting going on while we play.

When we sing, we must operate our instrument (vocalize), RECITE TEXT, and well…how do you count rhythms with one set of words while expressing text with another set of words? If we have a “counting” based way of tracking rhythms, we will be colliding with the text.

Try to keep two separate streams of words going at the same time. See what I mean? So what do singers need to do to learn difficult rhythms? They must practice them instrumentally, without.....

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Sonnyboom:
When you disclose your tribe we should find out if you made similar comment when Anambra or Imo banned Okada then determine if tribe as got anything to do with it or you are just being a bigoted Foo.

a trained monkey can do ur job and get a raise, human.

Sonnyboom:
What tribe are you from coz am yet to see any Yoruba wailing over the. Ban of Keke marwa?!

wat has tribe got to do with this

na bomb be dat so nah him dey gather round like say nah toy

ursullalinda:
Let's keep admiring the beautiful city......by tomm we go hear am......I really pity those who are not mobile

u dey mind people with their thinking, taiwan india and other countries have been using the mode of transportation for ages and people are using it to survive, somebody will just receive AC sense go just leave it brain and the next thing is to make things more difficult, what bout those who bought keke n bike n gave it out what about those who only survive on transport now dey will have to relocate inside street an make change.

crime starts from little things

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Nbote:
Na audio label

but nah audio business

MrBrownJay1:
waste of money....

proberly ran by a family member who no dey remit like Nigeria worker