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Shocking! See why Nigeria wants to Legalize Abortion (must read) The Catholic Bishops Conference, Ibadan Ecclesiastical Province, has condemned what they said was a subtle plan by the Minister of Health, Professor Isaac Adewole, in collaboration with some foreign organisations to increase the culture of contraception among Nigerian women. The bishops, in a communique issued at the end of their meeting, on Wednesday, described this move as an “anti- life policy.”The bishops also warned the political parties participating in Edo and Ondo governorship polls to desist from violence and align with the guidelines stipulated by the Independent National Electoral Commission (INEC), to avert anarchy in thesystem. They praised President Muhammadu Buhari for......... Continue Reading via www.snowbooks.com.ng/2016/08/shocking-see-why-nigeria-wants-to.html?m=1

whi what every nairaland peeps have just said now.... I gues the guy is a ritualist and the girl been possessed by thd guy...... Any escape route for the girl.

Jeffrey12:
Ask yhur guy weda he dy eat faeces. Nor need to dy waste them.

funny u

Cool23:
I know it is childishness that is doing this girl koz if not she should have split with this guy months ago

did u read the full story, the guy have been doing it with hiz ex... Shez nt the first.

Fabulocity:
Oshey Dracula .

funny u... Bt its a true life story, she needs your advise...

Please Advise me: My Boy friend
keeps demanding to lick my
Menstrual Blood "Lady Cries Out"
Psychologist-cum-
businessmanAdejoro Olumofinis
famous on the social media for
tackling various relationship/
marital issues via his Instagram
timeline.In one of the most
shocking emails he received
from a lady, Olumofin says“I
was speechless when I got
this…
Does this really happen?”
Below is the email as sent by
the lady to Olumofin;
HelloDoktor Mofi,
Please I want to know if this is
normal or any woman has
experienced it before? My
boyfriend has been demanding
the most unbelievable thing
from
me these past months.He wants
to be licking my private area
when am on my period. I first
thought he was joking then he
gotangry and said am judging
him, that his ex allowed him to
do it. Because I love him, I
allowed him a few times, but I
used pillow to cover my face
because I was shyand didn’t
want to see the blood.
Iknow he won’t see this
because
he is an older guy and not an
online person, but I am now
scared because he counts my
cycle every........
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What it's like being a
recovering alcoholic at
university
Ashley thought she was
making good progress,
until she had to live in
halls with Freshers...
I'm a recovering alcoholic.
As you'll no-doubt know,
students tend to love their
alcohol. My brain told me I
was capable of being
surrounded by them when
I wanted to continue my
education last year, when,
at age 30, I'd finally
reached the point in my
sobriety to handle
continuing my pursuit of a
Bachelors degree.
Ambitions high and
dreams alive, I applied to
study abroad at the
University of Winchester
for the autumn of 2014,
which is where this
narrative of "Uni" life
begins.
Even without my sobriety
being taken into
consideration, moving
from my glorious
apartment in Oregon to a
teeny dorm room in Halls
in a foreign country, is
quite monumental - but
that's nothing compared
to living with freshers.
Although I had been to a
few Alcoholics Anonymous
meetings when I moved
in, within days my brain
was taken hostage by
thoughts of drinking. The
week before courses really
started seemed to be a
free-for-all party, and I got
that feeling that I didn't
belong or fit in.
So I drank.
Something in my brain lied
to me once again, and
believed that I could get
"pissed" (as the Brits say)
for just one night. While
there were a few nights
that I drank 'socially', for
the most part I drank
alone, in misery. For the
umpteenth time I proved
to myself that yes, I'm an
alcoholic, and no, I can't
stop once I've started.
Lying in my little bed,
shaking, sweating, and
sick, I had a moment of
clarity - and I knew I was
done. I didn't want to
throw away my amazing
opportunity to be studying
in England, or throw away
myself. Years of self abuse
and struggles with
addiction had left me
beaten and exhausted,
and........
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#Reposted. More at: www.snowbooks.ml I was on a keke today heading to TBS. A woman with three kids hopped in. Of course she is paying for a seat. I volunteered to carry one of the kids immediately. You would know they are poor. The kid stepped on me. She didn't even take note. Hahahahahaha. Just relaxed on me. Playing with my hand. Now I was the one who felt so loved. I actually wanted to keep the kid close to me. Suddenly they had to set down. As she was leaving the little girl gave me this loving look like, ' Hey Aunty, hope it was worth it'.. She never took note of my stained shoes and I didn't even bother. I watched the woman carry her armies with her and all of a sudden I felt alone like the little girl shouldn't have gone. Then I was just pondering over the scenario when the Lord spoke to my heart... He said.. 'Did you notice you valued the embrace of the little child above the stain on your shoes that you were not thinking about it?' I said, Yes. He said again... 'Did you also notice you didn't want her to leave?". I said, 'Yes'.. He then continued.. 'That is how I see My children. I place them above their errors and mistakes. Their mistakes don't change how I see them, what I will do for them and how I relate with them. I long for their fellowship. The same way you didn't want her to leave because you loved the closeness, it is the same way I want to hold you close all day and keep whispering in your ears My unconditional love for you. One look from My children sends sparks into My heart that I can't restrain from lavishing their faces with kisses. But religion has lied to them telling them I'm angry at their mistakes. I am not an angry God. I am LOVE. I love the company of My children more than their efforts to please Me.' These words struck my heart. I looked at my shoes, hahahahahaha, and wiped them. ' That is how I wipe your mess without calling your attention to it..' He said.. That scenario made my day........ Click Here to Continue Reading....

TrapQueen77:
He doesn't even wearing a gold chains boo...besides he juz wanted to have a better life.. Too many blacks are married with foreigners when they are in foreign country ,simply bcoz they wanted to stay legally abroad and this is one way to secure a permanent residence...

hmmmm...... A green card stuff ryte.

TrapQueen77:




He can get money, maybe a green card in return plus a bonus of being with a cougar

Hmmm..... Now i get it..... Money plus fame plus green card..... Equals a the stupid black guy..... No wonder him carry gold fasash for neck like that of a bull dog.

These photos of a young black man and his alleged older white lover has been making the round on social media. The
woman is said to be in her 70s. Love doesn't care about age...:-).
More Proving photos after the cut... Click below link to see:
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NOW MY QUESTION IS, WHAT HAS THE GUY GOT TO ACHIEVE IN THIS SHI***

TO SEE PIC AND ALSO WATCH THE VIDEO CLICK HERE: President Obamas Daughter Malia Obama Caught Bumping & Grinding At Lollapalooza In Shocking New Video-SnowBooks.ML

Malia Obama had a wild
time at Lollapalooza over
the weekend — www.SnowBooks.ml and RadarOnline.com has the proof !
During Bryson Tiller‘s
Petrillo Bandshell set in Grant Park, WGCI-FM spotted the president’s daughter twerking and grinding away in the
crowd.
At one point, the 18-year-
old was even caught lifting
her shorts to reveal her
shaking booty. What
would her father say?
PHOTOS: Bombshell Secrets
The Obamas Don’t Want
You To Know: From
Infidelity To Divorce
Rumors!
As RadarOnline.com was
first to report, Malia had
been partying the week
away instead of attending
the Democratic National
Convention.
To make matters worse,
Radar obtained an
exclusive video of the
teenager partying in
Amsterdam earlier this
month.
She was celebrating her
birthday at The Sugar
Factory, and a source
claimed that “everybody
got drunk really fast .”
President Obama
Through The Years
And now that Malia is on her gap year from Harvard,
it doesn’t look like she’s slowing down her wild ways!

OjayDavido:
Lion.Wey pix?

click the continue reading link you will see the photos and the rest of the story thanks.

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My best friend watched as
her parents murdered her
sister
Shahin Munir, 24, was let
in on a terrible secret
when she discovered that
17-year-old Shafilea
Ahmed, from Warrington,
was the victim of an
honour killing. Here she
shares her remarkable
story...
Shafilea Ahmed was killed
by her parents in
September 2003, and her
body was found dumped
in the Lake District five
months later. Her two
sisters Alesha and Mevish
witnessed the killing along
with their brother, but
terrified they might be
next, they carried the
terrible secret with them.
The only person Mevish
told was her best friend
Shahin…
"Mev used to tell me about
the violence at home,"
Shahin tells Cosmopolitan.
"But there was always
something she couldn't
bring herself to say. I told
her that if she couldn't say
it out loud she should
write it down and give it
to me instead. She was
never really allowed out by
herself but one day she
texted me and told me she
was going into town with
her mum. She said they
were going to H&M so I
went there, and started
looking through clothes,
keeping my head down. I
was looking through a rail
when Mev and her mum
walked past and as Mev
walked past, she dropped
a letter on the floor. I
picked it up quickly and
walked out of the shop as
fast as I could."
Shahin couldn't believe it
when she got home and
read Mev's letter
describing Shafilea's
murder. "I'd do anything
to change that night," Mev
had written. "I wish I
never seen but I did and
Alesha did but just sat
there and watched. I even
seen the suitcase they
took her in. They knocked
me over and smacked me
coz I seen."
Later in court, Mev said
that what she'd written
was purely fiction – "free-
writing" that she had
made up. But Shahin knew
it was absolutely true, and
from then on, she was in
on the secret.
"I met up with Mev in the
park the next day,"
explains Shahin, who
graduated with a degree
in psychology last year.
"She was completely
terrified – watching every
car that drove past
thinking it might be her
dad. I gave her the letter
and said I want you to
read it out loud to me. But
she couldn't do it. She
broke down completely. I
couldn't tell anyone either
because Mev's parents
used to threaten her that
she would be next if she
told anyone. She was a
victim, too. After that, Mev
would talk about Shafilea –
her nice memories of them
together as well as
everything they went
through. She told me that
Shafilea was treated the
worst out of her sisters
and brother – she was the
most 'trouble'. Shafilea
sometimes wasn't allowed
to eat and other times
they'd leave her outside in
the rain. It was caused by
things like her having a
mobile phone and
speaking to boys, wanting
to wear makeup and heels.
For her family, those were
big problems. The thing
that triggered the
argument the night she
was killed was that she
went out in just a T-shirt
without her coat."
When Shafilea's parents
Farzana and Ifthikar
Ahmed were arrested on
suspicion of murder and
brought to trial in May
2012, Shahin knew she
had to do something.
Alesha had told police that
her parents killed Shafilea
but Mev refused to admit
the truth.
"Even though Mev had
begged me not to, once
the trial started I rang the
police and told them......
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gamaliel121:
Fukk it

why that

Spotting in my knickers turned out to be cervical cancer - at age 22 This is why having that smear test is so vital Megan* was diagnosed with cervical cancer four years ago when she was just 22 – three years before she was due to be invited for her first cervical screening. When she read our 'Face the smear' feature in April's issue, she felt compelled to encourage other Cosmo readers to take the plunge. Here, she tells her story… My symptoms started when I was 18, when I was spotting between periods and after sex. I was diagnosed with cervical erosion – harmless changes in the cells around the opening of the cervix. That, I thought, was that. Then, aged 22, I had a strong feeling something was wrong and went to see my doctor again. I asked for a smear test, even though I was below the recommended age, and was eventually offered a colposcopy, where a microscope is used to look for any abnormal cells on your cervix. At my appointment, the nurse noticed something she said was "a little strange," and took a biopsy. She didn't seem worried, so I wasn't either. Three days later, I had a voicemail from the gynae unit where I'd had my biopsy: "Can you call us back?" "Oh shit," I thought. It had to be bad news, but I couldn't get through until the next morning. "Can you come in today?" they asked. I thought it was serious, but cancer didn't cross my mind. WHY WOULD IT? I WAS ONLY 22. In the waiting room with Mum, I counted down the minutes to my appointment. I was just two weeks out of a six- year relationship, and had been excited about nights out with the girls as a singleton, but now I wondered how different my life was about to become. Eventually, the consultant appeared. When I sat down, leaving Mum outside, he asked me about why I'd wanted to have some tests. I answered his questions, then he shuffled his papers and said softly but firmly, "You have clear-cell cervical cancer." He kept talking, but I didn't hear anything else. I felt like a tonne of bricks had landed on me. Then the tears started – and didn't stop. When Mum walked in I told her, "Mum, I've got cancer." We just held each other and sobbed. I wasn't sure how much time had passed when I stopped crying. But it was like a switch had been flicked, and I went from feeling sorry for myself to thinking, "Right, let's get this thing out of me." I was told I'd need to have the cancer cut from my cervix that same day. If they got it all, I might not need further treatment – such as a hysterectomy or chemo – but they'd only know once the procedure had been done. I wanted to be able to have kids and didn't want to lose my hair – but I didn't want cancer either. After the operation, I had an MRI scan and X-ray, which would show whether the cancer had spread. The week-long wait for my results was horrendous. I wondered if Continue reading VIA http://snowbooks.ml/forum2_theme_112897605.xhtml?tema=7&get-tema=7

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halfricanadian:
silly love I will quit such even if I av 600 billion kids with u

u av just one life for crying out loud why live it in uneccessary pain

its not that easy to quit

I was forced into marriage
and had my virginity
snatched away - but
nothing I can do will make
my family love me
After escaping a forced
marriage, Aisha met a
man she loves - but he is
white, and an atheist.
Here, she writes a letter
to the estranged family
she still loves.
TO MY FAMILY,
This road is not an easy
road. I know what awaits
me. I know that eventually,
you and I will become
strangers, each believing
the other hurt them more.
Each believing they were
right to do what they did. I
know this, because I am in
love with him. I want to
spend my life with him.
He is white. He is an
atheist. I'm an atheist too
now, I think. I certainly
don't believe all the things
I was raised to believe. I
have great sex, a collection
of full bodied red wines,
and enjoy a good sausage
sandwich. I don't read the
Quran like I was taught. I
wear what I want.
We live together and have
a wonderful home, so full
of love. We have portraits
on our wall of us with our
cat. We eat together, then
go upstairs to bed. On
most mornings he wraps
his arms around me and I
push myself into him,
feeling his strong arms
and his warmth. He makes
everything OK.
When I first had a
migraine in front of him
he cried, seeing me go
through that. He held my
hair as I vomited and put a
cold cloth on my forehead,
and he was there when I
woke up after falling
asleep, exhausted from the
pain.
I recently found him in my
wardrobe, going through
my handbags. He was
making sure there were
painkillers in every bag so
I was never caught short.
He even drove over 100
miles to take me home
when I developed a
migraine during a training
course.
I THOUGHT IT WAS NORMAL
TO BE HIT BY MY HUSBAND
He tweezes my eyebrows
when I ask him to,
because I like the feeling.
On days when I don't feel
like leaving the house
because sadness has
consumed me, he brings
me chocolates, crisps,
cheese and wine.
When I told him what had
happened to me, we were
on our first holiday in
Egypt. We were sitting on the..........
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[A Romantic Story] Fallen
Werewolf - Meet Tyrell Kohl
She had curves. And breasts. A
derriere man could grab onto.
And dunes of ruby red hair
botched around her shoulders,
lowered to her love handles. She
moved into view, away from the
French doors as he leaned back
calmly into his chair. The look
on her face told him that she
knew oh so very well what was
going to happen – that this was
no ordinary business gathering.
His eyes drifted down to her
blue dress clutched to a
succulent coke bottle figure. She
was definitely a lusty, full-
figured woman – everything he
dreamed of.
Her big, bright eyes were sultry
and eccentric, an amazing
mixture of jade green, blue and
gold. He thought they looked
like shimmering gemstones.
They were gorgeous, in their
own right. Her slightly parted
lips were so full and red; it
looked like she’d been kissed. A
lot.
Maybe she had?
With that thought, his hands
clenched into fists and his fangs
threatened to lengthen. Moving
like a raiding serpent, he seized
her and pulled her against him,
so intimidating, he bet, she felt
each and every millimetre of his
resilient body. Frantic, she
wriggled against him, and he
gasped unexpectedly. She stilled
immediately, startled by the
physical evidence of his
response to her.
“Lily girl.” He breathed, “You’re
in big trouble now!” A deep
rumble founding from the back
of his throat echoed in the
room, turning into a growl as
he bared his white teeth. His
fangs sprouting with hunger.
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