Alice Ihetu, a thriving journalist, returns to her hometown of Umuahia not only to keep up with the series of turbulent events going on there, but also to a stricken 77-year-old grandmother, Iheoma Nwazu who has a secret - her experience and pain during the Nigerian Civil War.

In 1965, Iheoma meets and falls in love with a Plateau-born Nigerian soldier, Pam; a man she adores. Their plans towards marital happiness is halted by a string of violence that takes place before and during the Nigerian Civil War.

To stay alive, they separate. Pam fights in the war while Iheoma runs away from her workplace in Zaria during the pogrom. Alone, she escapes from her hometown of Enugu to Ikot Ekpene, from Ikot Ekpene to Uyo, Itu, Calabar and finally Owerri – barely making it out alive.

Three years later both lovers reunite, but ‘one last offensive’ proves to be the ultimate decider on whether or not their love would last, or whether they would stay happily ever after, together forever.

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How do you expect a hungry man to define hunger? How do you remove a bone from the mouth of a dog? Sometimes we do not wear our clothe to be beautiful or for the world to see how pretty we are but, we wear it to cover our shameless stomach. We wear it to cover our maleness from disgracing us. We gather in the congregation to pray not because everyone can not pray in his house but because the gathering of brethren is a source of relief to us. When we see people drop their problems by the side of the road to dance along with the hope of picking those problems after the merriments are over. Such is life, such is the drowning part of our lives. When you behold a pauper, look into his eyes and split the tale in there into two and group them randomly, there are mysterious mystery behind every of his prestigious laughter and sadness clothed with strength and courage. Such is life treating us like bones over and over and over again. We learnt to wrap each other to our own warmth.

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Her book tells the tale of War, Extremism, Terrorism & Slavery using countries in Africa like Uganda, Somalia, Nigeria and Mauritania. Alexis sheds light on these issues by telling the stories of real life characters like Eunice from Uganda captured to be a child bride, Biram of Mauritania who is constantly fighting against slavery, Aisha from Somalia who wants to play basketball but keeps fighting against societal norms & Rebecca who was one of the Chibok girls captured by Boko Haram. There is a common theme in all the stories. I came across a bit of history which I found a little tiring

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The manner in which the Newspaers in East Africa reported death of Winnie Mandela makes me to admire Philip Ochieng’s intellectual knack for framing the title of his book; I accuse the press, and indeed I am also pissed off with the focal parochialism of the East African Newspapers in relation to covering of Winnie Mandela’s death. For example this is how the Daily Nation in Kenya on 3rd Wednesday April 2018 announced Winnie’s death ;Winnie Mandela: South Africa’s flawed heroine dies.The East African Standard also a daily paper in Kenya on the same date on page three had its title focused on the flawed Marriage but not anti-apartheid legacies of Winnie Mandela.

I don’t dispute the fact that it is an out-dated culture among the media to report a case of man biting a dog but not a dog biting a man. Yes, it is a professional technique that was not supposed to be applied in reporting the death of Winnie Mandela.

Continue reading here https:///2A0CFHA

“I Don’t Have A Routine As A Writer And I Am Comfortable With What I Write” – Abubakar Adam Ibrahim.
Chief Synner: Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the SyncityNG Literary Lords and Ladies show! Today’s guest needs no introduction but I’ll introduce him anyway. His novel, Season of Crimson Blossoms, was published in 2015 by @Parresiabooks and @CassavaRepublic. It won the NLNG prize in 2016. Abubakar Adam Ibrahim holds a BA in Mass Communication from the University of Jos. His debut short-story collection The Whispering Trees was longlisted for the inaugural Etisalat Prize for Literature in 2014 with the title story shortlisted for the Caine Prize for African Writing.

Ibrahim has won the BBC African Performance Prize and the ANA Plateau/Amatu Braide Prize for Prose. He is a Gabriel Garcia Marquez Fellow (2013), a Civitella Ranieri Fellow (2015)and a 2018 Art OMI Fellow. Ibrahim was the recipient of the 2016 Goethe-Institut & Sylt Foundation African Writer’s Residency Award. In 2014 he was selected for the Africa39 list of writers aged under 40 with potential and talent to define future trends in African literature and was included in the anthology Africa39: New Writing from Africa South of the Sahara (ed. Ellah Allfrey). He was a mentor on the 2013 Writivism programme and judged the Writivism Short Story Prize in 2014. He was chair of judges for the 2016 Etisalat Flash Fiction Prize.

His first novel, Season of Crimson Blossoms, was published in 2015 by Parrésia Publishers in Nigeria and by Cassava Republic Press in the UK (2016). Season of Crimson Blossoms was shortlisted in September 2016 for the Nigeria Prize for Literature, Africa’s largest literary prize. It was announced on 12 October 2016 that Ibrahim was the winner of the $100,000 prize.

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Dear Chimamanda, I read your article the Carnage of the Cameroons which you recently published in the Sunday Review section of the New York Times. You wrote beautifully about the current francophone government in Cameroon and how it is using the political advantages on its side to perpetrate a muddled sludge of the legacy of colonial history in fatal disregard of its English speaking citizenry .The English speaking citizens that are also the minority from the south-western region of Cameroon.

It was timely for you to take such a bold step in regard to the matter, by openly condemning the current government of Emmanuel Macron for failing to forestall the blistering devastations which the minority English speaking citizens of Cameroon have gone through. I personally comment the article for its good feminist texture. It is a characteristic piece worth reading and re-reading.

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If you are a fan of the Harry Potter, Game Of Thrones & other fantasy series like me, you will love Children of Blood and Bone by Tomi Adeyemi. Set in West Africa, the story revolves around Zélie (a magi- term for someone who can perform magic), The Rebel Princess Amari, Tzain (Zélie’s Brother) & Amari’s brother Inan. It tells the tale of the victimization of the magis by the wicked king Saran of Orisha Land & how Zélie became their saviour through a chance encounter with Amari. Despite a lot of hurdles and tragedy, they fight to restore magic in Orisha Land.

Continue reading here https:///2IFWsir

Yes! Oh President Muhammadu Buhari, the masses said I should tell you that you are one in a million. They said you should go to London and USA as much as you like. Go there, sleep in the hospital as long as you want and so they are ready to be obedient to your orders; they will reach out to you whenever you need them. Some of them are ready to kill themselves on the road for you for the sake of this country. Your Excellency, this is what life has taught us: to be men of goodwill ready to defend our country home, ready to go the extra mile to save our father’s land. His Excellency, we are so much happy to be here.

Our people over here are asking of our precious son, Kalu, that man from Umuahia, the one that turned a rebellion against your wonderful government. What should I tell them dearest President Muhammadu Buhari? Should I tell them that he is in Aso Rock eating Nkwobi and Pepper soup? Should I tell them that you have made him king in the north? I think his people want him not because he is rhestorically scaring them away from being Nigerians. His Excellecy, what should I tell them now that every eyes is looking at the aquatic life centred in the rock.

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One of the major problems or issues that some contemporary Nigerian writers have today is that they want to write and sound like Chimamanda Adichie, Wole Soyinka, Chinua Achebe, Christopher Okigbo, Habila Helon and many others to be accepted by the society. They want to echo from the voices of these people rather than their own voices and this, is killing creativity in them and sagging voices are knitting together to birth shallow fictions and non fiction everyday. This makes them the other copy of themselves rather than the person they are meant to be.

They don't know they can create their own voices and feelings, characters and give them lives just like the way they want it. But the truth remains that you can do better than these people.

Click on the link to continue reading.

https:///2DRQITO

In the beginning, we brought you the #SyncityNGLiteraryLordsandLadies a twitterview dedicated to showcasing the finest literary creatives in our community. Previous guests on the show include Efe Paul Azino, Hadiza El-Rufai, Pa Ikhide, Yejide Kilanko, Romeo Oriogun and others.

Now, we introduce to you the #SyncityNGPublisherseries where we will be bringing you interviews with the finest publishers in our society.

Our first guest on the #SyncityNGPublisherseries is the CEO of Parresia, a publishing company established to publish and promote books of first time Nigerian and African authors.

Before the establishment of Parrésia, she worked as an Editor for Kachifo Limited publishers of Farafina Magazine.

She loves to read and dedicates her self to the promotion of Literature and is married with 3 children.

Ladies and gentlemen, make some noise for Azafi Omoluabi-Ogosi!


Welcome to the show, Azafi.
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Thank you for having me.



Let’s begin. Why do publishers publish just a few books out of the thousands of manuscripts sent in annually?
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Well it boils down to finances. We live in an unfriendly economy. Although we’d love to publish a lot of the excellent stories we discover, we honestly can’t.



Basically, it’s a money situation? Writers don’t get published because of the financial power of the publisher?
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Yes basically. On the average, we could get five fantastic manuscripts, we do the maths to have all five published, we sigh, then begin to whittle down. Publishing boils down to our funds and not some major sponsor or investment.



What kind of stories stand a higher chance of being published by @Parresiabooks?
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The sort of stories that first of makes me wonder from what planet the writer has come from. There is no template nor expectation. A lot of the time, the manuscript speaks for itself.


Ojoro! We need direct answers.
Would an LGBT/poverty porn theme get published faster than others?
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I can’t be too certain. That’s dwelling on a theme. And we don’t look out for themes, it’s strictly the story. So if there was this mind blowing manuscript about an LGBT couple and it was so gripping it crept into dreamscape, yes.



We have small chops for everyone. Please sit quietly. Don’t rush o. The waiter is bringing it. One pack per person... Continue reading at
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Small Girl, Big God” by Eduoe Ndifreke

Every night, he tugs his ears at the wall demarcating his room from ours,

Hoping to gather echoes of Mama’s heart-cries

Just so he could profess solutions that would make me

Fall prey to his schemes –

Like a politician icing his poisonous tongue,

So voters may inhale an enticing breathe.



He is an offspring of the loud-old-dude

In whose abode we obtain shelter;

Therefore, he knows the numbers of akara Mama has to fry

To settle the bill of their decayed roof

Which smiles sheepishly at Mama’s bald head.



He knows the numbers of academic trials I’ve missed

For lack of “Bubu’s notes”.

Don’t ask me how I know this…

His kid sis told me

He spies on ‘skirts’ he desires his ‘generation’ to take refuge in…

So he lays ambush on the path my... Continue reading at
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It started as another regular quarrel on another normal day, and everything went haywire. Four days and counting and there was still no news on Made’s whereabouts.

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When Made came to live with us I really can’t remember but I’ve always known she was unloved by Mummy.

Mummy told me many frightful things about her, most times in hushed whispers lest anyone happened on us suddenly.

Made was disabled in the left leg, short and bent; this was because (Mummy told me) her own mother was a witch and had given Made some witchcraft too. I was to separate myself from her lest she gave me witchcraft too.



Mummy treated Made kindly only when Daddy was present but badly when he wasn’t, calling her names, “dirty housegirl” topping the list. Sometimes, it was painful to watch her, disabled leg, lifting very heavy things and doing tedious work; so against Mummy’s wish, when she wasn’t watching, I stole away to assist her with the chores.

But Made was kind, vibrant and full of life. I know this because at night between the hours of 8pm – 9, shortly after dinner, when Mummy was asleep (for she retired early to bed), Made and I would sit at the verandah and talk about many things.

She wasn’t particularly interested in formal education (this strengthened Mummy’s belief that she was a witch as witches were averse to anything good) and so was repeating the same class for the second time. I don’t think she was bothered.

One thing I noticed about Made during our nightly conversations was her fascination with the stars. She promised me that if she was given a choice and the power on where else to live, it would be in the sky as a star.

Because stars have no worries or fears and nobody hates them, she said and then in a sad sad voice added, You know your Mummy hates me, right?

I’d look away, embarrassed, unsure of how to answer that or even if I should answer. I did wish that Mummy would treat her better sometimes.


Lately, things grew worse, Made’s workload doubled,... Continue reading at
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cooldipo:
They are promoters of sex as an item

Then you disagree with the article. Do you mind dropping a few thoughts?

The industry has gone bad in many ways; women are treated like intimacy gadgets; as flirt objects or rather an object of satisfaction. It is very common among our directors these days giving a green light to these ladies who take turn to visit them one after the other so that they could be call upon in the next job. In so doing, these directors end up not using them at the end of the day. This is not inclusive to all music video directors, film directors or model agencies; we still have a good number of them out there who are truly mean or dedicated to their jobs or career.



Although these women are just working in the system where majority are men while the least are women, giving them a unique advantage is very necessary in other not to push them into believing that you must sleep with a music video director before you could be fixed on the job. Or rather, having most directors believe that these ladies who are out there exposing their body in the name of fending for themselves could be used as a intimacy gadget.



In a 2007 interview with video vixen Melissa ford she stated how girls have to fight for the attention because there are up to 90 women on set willing to do anything to get... http://syncityng.com/2018/09/20/they-are-vixens-not-sex-objects-by-john-chizoba-vincent/

Chief Synner: You moved from submitting entries for the Gerald Kraak prize to judging that of your peers. What’s the name of your dibia?

Otosirieze: OL. The Dibia would be the fantastic people at Jacana Literary Foundation. I’m greatly honoured, and again to do I alongside people I massively respect.

Chief Synner: Let’s leave books and talk music for a moment. A source says you have a big poster of Rihanna by your bedside. How true is this?

Otosirieze: LOL. During NYSC, I had a drawing of her on my wall. She’s that important to my life. Not just for her music but for her attitude and what I think is great personal strength. I love her.

Chief Synner: “I love Rihanna.” All the single ladies ladies, biko naba. Mass agbasa! It is over. Rihanna has won! If you are just joining us, you are late. @Otosirieze has been on the hot seat! Got questions for him? Ask him. Keep the questions coming. To what extent has working with @brittlepaper influenced your status?

Otosirieze: I’d been published in two magazines I love, plus being shortlisted for two awards, including the Gerald Kraak. But coming to Brittle Paper was what changed my “literary status” in relation to the public. It gave my work visibility plus it gave me a rare chance to positively shape/impact specific areas on the literature scene that I particularly cared about. One is the highlighting of young/new writers. Another is contributing to expanding our thin literary journalism, telling the stories behind key institutions. The 3rd is the representation of queerness in our literary culture. I wrote about it last year and Brittle Paper allowed me the vantage to approach it best. It is an area that the Gerald Kraak Prize groundbreaking addresses, which is why I’m excited to be working with them. And I hope to be able to continue to help create spaces for writers and projects, new and established, to be seen plus interpreted in new ways. And I have Ainehi Edoro, one of the... Continue reading at
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Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the #SyncityNG Literary Lord and Ladies show! We are ready! Our guest is ready! But first, a quick introduction:

Otosirieze is deputy editor of Brittle Paper. He is the curator of the Art Naija Series, a sequence of e-anthologies of writing and visual art exploring different aspects of Nigerianness, including Enter Naija: The Book of Places (2016), Work Naija: The Book of Vocations (2017), and the forthcoming Beats Naija: The Book of Music (2018). He is an editor at 14, Nigeria’s first queer art collective. He is a judge for the 2018/19 Gerald Kraak Prize. His fiction has appeared in The Threepenny Review and Transition, and has been shortlisted for the inaugural Gerald Kraak Prize and for the Miles Morland Writing Scholarship. He attended the University of Nigeria, Nsukka and taught at Godfrey Okoye University, Enugu. He has completed a collection of short stories, You Sing of a Longing, and is represented by David Godwin Associates. He can be found at otosirieze.com.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present Otosirieze Obi-Young!
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Let’s begin. What did you do to land an agent?
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It was quite the long, hard story. I first queried an agent in 2015, on the morning of my undergraduate convocation. As unbelievable as it seems, it was David Godwin I queried because he represented Arundhati Roy. He replied, said he couldn’t take me so I tried other agents. But I came back to him two more times, 2016, 2017, but no response. On the whole, about three agents replied me with comments on the manuscript. One, whose resume showed she was involved with Adichie when she was starting, subtly suggested that I change two stories — two that are central to my vision for it. A nice email from her but I wasn’t going to.

I did many things, e.g alter my bio, because I felt living in Naija with no MFA counted against me. I also didn’t want to ask for assistance as I wanted to prove a point to me. Finally, I asked a big Naija writer and she linked me to the Wylie Agency. A month on, a different person recommended me to David Godwin and he emailed the next day. I was flattered, frankly, by his interest and enthusiasm. He asked to represent me. I screamed yes. I wanted him from the start and, after three declines, got him. I probably queried more than 40 agencies.
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If you are just joining us, please grab a chair. @Otosirieze is narrating his ordeal towards finding a literary agent. I never knew writers go through a lot to get agents. @Otosirieze’s journey feels like a trip from Libya to the Mediterranean sea... http://syncityng.com/2018/09/27/i-have-brittle-paper-and-rihanna-to-thank-for-a-lot-of-things-otosirieze-obi-young/

Crazy Rich Asians is deliciously funny. I don’t think there could have been a better title to describe the book. It’s the cliche Cinderella, boy meets girl story, with a twist.

When Rachel Chu agrees to follow her boyfriend of 2 years, Nick to Singapore for his best friend’s wedding (the Asian’s version of the wedding party ), she couldn’t have dreamt of the roller coaster of events and emotions that her decision would kickstart. She arrives at Singapore to the discovery that her boyfriend is actually the scion of an extremely wealthy family. In fact, wealthy does not seem to describe how rich the Youngs are.

While reeling from the discovery, she has to deal with his scheming mom, over bearing grandmother, the nosy family friends as well as the jealous drama queens fighting to win him over. She is not accepted because she is “American Born Chinese” and considered below his class. The tension builds up until it all comes to a messy point when a long buried family secret is revealed... Continue reading at
http://syncityng.com/2018/09/26/book-review-kevin-kwans-crazy-rich-asians/

He arrived home a few minutes past seven. He had had a busy day as usual at the school where he was Vice Principal. Although regarded as a common job in the country, Nwanchukwu took on the noble profession of teaching because of his zeal and zest for everything academics. The passion he had for teaching students, seeing them grow, going out to participate in interstate competitions, the joy – the pure joy of watching a student flourish academically could be compared to no other feeling.

Except (and only) the love he had for his wife.

“Oh, welcome, I also came in not too long ago,” his wife, Aka greeted and dutifully helped him with his leather bag.

“How did your day go?” he asked.

“Fine,” her only answer as she turned on her way to the bedroom.



Aka

She knew her husband would tag behind her and she was almost certain that there were no excuses tonight. Nwanchukwu was going to want to make love to her and she could not deny him any more. Besides it had been a good four weeks since they last had sex.

It was not that her body did not yearn for his touch or her mouth did not quiver for his kisses, it was just that she wasn’t sure her heart fully belonged to him. And it was almost a year since they had gotten married.



Nwanchukwu

Almost a year since they had both exchanged their marital vows at the altar of the Believers Foundation Church in Surulere and yet, he always felt like he was married to a stranger. Aka, she withdrew herself from his love. There was nothing he did so far that was enough.

Yet watching that slim figure, that beautiful brown skin in the tight-fitting high-waisted bum shorts that hugged her hips and highlighted her full buttocks as she bent to drop his suitcase on the floor by the bed, he swore to himself for the thousandth time that he would do anything it took to conquer her heart.

Right now, what he wanted to conquer was her body.

“Aka, I love you,” he whispered and gently slid his arms around her slim waist.

He noticed her reluctance but he would not stop. His hands found the curve of her breasts and squeezed ... http://syncityng.com/2018/09/25/turn-out-the-lights-and-love-me-tonight-fiction/

Aka

She knew her husband would tag behind her and she was almost certain that there were no excuses tonight. Nwanchukwu was going to want to make love to her and she could not deny him any more. Besides it had been a good four weeks since they last had sex.

It was not that her body did not yearn for his touch or her mouth did not quiver for his kisses, it was just that she wasn’t sure her heart fully belonged to him. And it was almost a year since they had gotten married.



Nwanchukwu

Almost a year since they had both exchanged their marital vows at the altar of the Believers Foundation Church in Surulere and yet, he always felt like he was married to a stranger. Aka, she withdrew herself from his love. There was nothing he did so far that was enough.

Yet watching that slim figure, that beautiful brown skin in the tight-fitting high-waisted bum shorts that hugged her hips and highlighted her full buttocks as she bent to drop his suitcase on the floor by the bed, he swore to himself for the thousandth time that he would do anything it took to conquer her heart.

Right now, what he wanted to conquer was her body.

“Aka, I love you,” he whispered and gently slid his arms around her slim waist.

He noticed her reluctance but he would not stop. His hands found the curve of her breasts and squeezed gently. A moan.

He gently lifted her into a standing position. Her back to him, he slid his hands up her tank top as his fingers searched for her nipples. Another moan escaped her throat.



“Aka, I love you,” he whispered again, his warm breath brushing against the side of her neck. His fingers circled her nipples and he slowly brought his lips to kiss every part of her neck.

He was now grinding against the firmness of her buttocks, whispering her name and how much he loved her. Aka moaned as she let sweet pleasures wash over her and then turning suddenly, her lips caught his in deep passionate kisses.

Nwanchukwu lifted his wife and gently placed her on their bed. His fingers searched for the zipper of her jeans. He unzipped and unbuttoned her bum shorts and impatiently slid them down. As he bent his head to her thighs and began to ... Continue reading at
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okwabayi:
They are not sex objects but they play the role.
Art and real life are hard to separate.
If I have a video vixen working in the same company as I am and I go home every night to watch videos I see her in, what do you think will go through my mind everytime she passes by?

Another perspective to look at this.

Valro:
And you forgot they the vixens created the atmosphere.
If you are willing to act musical porn,then be ready for what follows it

Thank you for sharing your thoughts

The book challenge started sometimes in August (we stand to be corrected) this year and like a blazing chariot of horses up to paradise has book lovers jumping aboard.

Using the #bookchallenge it entails posting the covers of seven books, over a period of seven days, each of which has at sometime had an impact in your life. A book you had probably read to tatters. The next step would be to nominate a friend to carry on with the challenge on their Facebook walls who would also post and nominate a friend and on and on.

From children’s books to books that bring back fond memories to books we didn’t really know existed (eh, we don’t mean that in a bad way… but you get the idea) but are worth their read (according to their post-ers) to religious books to books written by the post-ers themselves, this journey of book covers has been amazing so far in the e-community.

We present to you but a few of the covers of some beautiful books, along with a little something written about the book as shared by some Facebookers on their walls:... Continue reading at
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Timeless by Ibrahim “Dreezy” Idris



Fragments of this continuum

Scattering our minds

As we seem lost

Between tick tocks

Of this fleeting prime



Every hour

Seems a distant measure

As time

Is a priceless treasure

A decade suddenly becomes century

As days slowly becoming memories

Those we know leave us

As we pay tributes to the dead

Sending condolences to friends... http://syncityng.com/2018/09/21/timeless-by-ibrahim-dreezy-idris/

The industry has gone bad in many ways; women are treated like intimacy gadgets; as flirt objects or rather an object of satisfaction. It is very common among our directors these days giving a green light to these ladies who take turn to visit them one after the other so that they could be call upon in the next job. In so doing, these directors end up not using them at the end of the day. This is not inclusive to all music video directors, film directors or model agencies; we still have a good number of them out there who are truly mean or dedicated to their jobs or career.



Although these women are just working in the system where majority are men while the least are women, giving them a unique advantage is very necessary in other not to push them into believing that you must sleep with a music video director before you could be fixed on the job. Or rather, having most directors believe that these ladies who are out there exposing their body in the name of fending for themselves could be used as a intimacy gadget.



In a 2007 interview with video vixen Melissa ford she stated how girls have to fight for the attention because there are up to 90 women on set willing to do anything to get... http://syncityng.com/2018/09/20/they-are-vixens-not-sex-objects-by-john-chizoba-vincent/

ikbnice post=7096159l4:
School was fun mhen

It was!!!

blazepascal:
That sugar girl was a book i'd like to read always

Sugar girl... Sweet Ralia

Sensitivity1254:
Wow.

You are from Umudioka, Neni??

I am from Umudioka, Awka.

We still do this Igbu Ichi though not as much as our forefathers did. Its really a dying culture.

Hence the purpose of the article. Nice to meet you!

Book Review: Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother

The other day, I tweeted about how I never attended sleepovers in my friends’ houses while growing up just because my mom never agreed to them. Someone responded that I must have had a miserable childhood. This just reflects how judgmental people can be when it relates to parenting techniques.

The book Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother is a memoir that examines this issue through the parenting strategies adopted by the author, Amy Chua. She compares the Chinese model of parenting which has been condemned by many as harsh with the western style of parenting. In her words, “Asian mothers have been portrayed as scheming, callous, overdriven people indifferent to their kids’ true interests.” Notwithstanding, a lot of Asian Kids have turned out to be prodigies and whizzes in various fields. I can’t help but wonder if this might be the the reason why they excel better than their contemporaries... https:///2NUk8Vn