Friday, 1 May 2015

HE WHO CONTROLS THE COOKIE CONTROLS THE GAME

Headsup: strong language up ahead.
Kids, please ask your parents for moral guidance ! Lol

So the question is, do men really respect Jumpoffs/easy women? Most men will tell you that the answer is no, although some may disagree. Honestly I think men “love” jumpoffs/easy women, because men like sex, but 9 times out of 10 they do not respect them enough in order to put them in the “Settle down with” category (I did my findings).

 There are some exceptions though, because some guys settle for less in order to achieve instant sexual gratification and they don’t mind dating/marrying these type of women either. However, I am not referring to those type of men in this post. So you may be wondering, what is an easy woman? Easy is throwing yourself at a man, giving it to them without them even having to put forth any effort, or just coming off as being desperate.

First, all the guys I talked to said "I wouldn’t put a jumpoff or easy woman in the “Settle down with” category because I believe there is a confidence/self esteem issue on their end. Your “boobies and butt” will not impress them that much ladies, you have to bring more to the table.

 Men who have things going for their selves along with confidence and self-worth, will not date or marry a woman who they consider easy or a jumpoff. Why? Because men do not respect things that come easy, but neither do women. Now there may be some women reading this and they may be wondering why some guys only call them to come over late night, never want to go out on dates with them or be seen in the public eye together, and only want to do things with them that relates to sex. The answer is that more than likely you are in the jumpoff category, and it is similar to a woman’s “friendzone” category, it’s hard to get out of. But anyways there are a lot of females around who believe that they can take a man away from his wife, girlfriend, or other women who he is involved with because she’s willing to give him ass quicker and easier; And according to her, her skills in bed are better than the women or woman who he is involved with. One thing that those women fail to realize is the fact that you can’t win a man over with sex. Even though you hang on the fan while you give it to him. Taking the man temporarily from his wife, girlfriend, or other women may be possible, but it will not be enough to keep them. I find it humorous when I meet a woman and she brags about how good her bedmatic skills are.

If you want a man to respect you, you have to carry yourself that way.  Most men would sleep with a woman who they know are constantly sleeping with other guys, most girls think sleeping with him will keep him. That’s a lie from the pit of hell. Sure some men may be wrapped around your fingers, but they will be wrapped around yours and other women as well.

Men respect a challenge from women. Not the phony “Playing hard to get” challenge, but a genuine challenge. A lot of women these days pretend to be a challenge, but most guys can see right through that. A female shouldn’t have to come off as stuck up, a snob, sadist, or a diva in order to be a challenge. (at least that's what I think) To most men, playing stuck up is actually a sign that your easy and using a cover up. So you may be wondering, what is a genuine challenge? To me A genuine challenge is a female who knows her worth, but does not go over board in order to prove that she does. A girl who's got a great personality. Friendly, classy, can hold an intelligent conversation, knows her self worth, confident, sexual, but not easy.


Please don't get me wrong. I'm not saying being sexual or sleeping with a guy who you like is wrong. No because sleeping with a guy does not make you easy, but I am stating that men respect women who are not easy more than women who are. Sex can keep a man for a while. It's important but it's not everything. If you like do snake in the monkey shadow style, sex is just not enough to keep a man. To be respected and treated like girlfriend/wife material, carry yourself like it.

Thanks to my friends who helped me with this post by sharing their thoughts with me.

Wednesday, 8 April 2015

These would make you go awww....

Identical twin sisters, both delivered their babies on the same day. One had a set of twins.


 How cute.


 Note from a Stranger to a stranger.



Guess what? They're meeting each other for the first time. This is how we should be.


Shades apart; Fraternal twins. One white, one black. Born to Ghanaian mum and German dad.



This picture gets me all the time. LOL....Caption this!



 Aww Baby. You better be worth it!


One of the most romantic and thoughtful proposals I've seen


Perhaps from the nicest person on earth.




Shout out to kids of the 90's who watched rugrates. Remember their names? This show instigated my love for babies.


Only if you've seen Fast and Furious 7! If you haven't seen that movie then you belong to the looser class.






Wednesday, 1 April 2015

Sai Buhari....Sai my mind


Congratulations Compatriots. 2015 election has been fun all the freaking way for me by clicking on likes of people's comment and laughing my ass off at funny bbm pictures and animation (Jegaquin for Orubebetysis) lol. I enjoyed it all  Wish we can rewind it again. This is the first election in my country I'm actually aware of, (I mean I was probably too busy playing EA sports with my brother to listen to political talk in the past) but judging from people's  keenness this year, talk and what I've read I think Nigerians have never been this ardent about their vote and the result. I'm really glad about our patriotism and level of participation. I mean, seeing women in Rivers state take to the streets crying for their votes to be counted melted my heart. We are beginning to realize that the power is in our hands, and once our leaders realize this too, a lot of corruption would be cobbed. We got the power people, yeah we do. We voted GEJ out. For the first time I can say nigerians are GRADUALLY getting delivered from sentiments and tribalism. I honestly thought it won't be possible to overthrow the present government but I'm impressed and amazed at the outcome. It was true and fair.

Kudos to President Goodluck Jonathan, for great sportsmanship and taking a bow honourably. 


To GMB, hat raised for him. He's tenacity has been epic! Fought hard for today's win. Wish you a peaceful rule.



Now I think it's plain tacky that some people have carried this thing as government work. Sorry your preferred candidate didn't win but please for pete's sake stop spreading hate speeches and fear about the next government. Please stop. These are the kind of things that start wars. Whatever will be will be. No amount of billions spent and hateful campaigns and propaganda can change what has happened. Things happen sometimes against our wish. Eventually, you'll be ruled for at least 4 years by the same man you've called a bigot, terrorist, boko haram commander, cattle rearer, illiterate, etc. It could be a bitter pill to swallow but you just have to live with that...
Even the president has accepted his loss by sending his opponent congratulatory messages. So please chill. Your ranting doesn't change the price of ijebu garri. Ok? instead pray for the new president elect. Put aside religion and tribalism. Support him and the country the best way you can, after all if GEJ won your salary won't increase. Same also goes to GMB's supporters, the insults are so not necessary. Show some
respect. 
So Brace yourself peeps, a new somebody has entered the arena. The hyped General marching at full throttle. 

Stomp stomp salute! 
Alas, the price of suya will reduce. Lol. 
Sai Buhari. Sai baba. Sai one Nigeria.
PS: I'm so gonna miss Dame Patience Jonathan- *tear*. . . . 
God bless Nigeria.
Happy New Nigeria!!!





Friday, 6 March 2015

POET'S CORNER

Beautiful piece by my friend ANITA EBOIGBE. She's a terrific writer, book author, movie director. Thanks for featuring on my blog. 
And oh she's 17.....


I am African, I know but would you rather beat me for it, or hate me. How long will I continue to strangle myself, hold my parents responsible and query my God for being African? My hair is black, my skin is black, my voice thick and my neck long but it doesn't change the fact that I am strong, bold and beautiful.
Take my hair as thick strands of binding cords that binds families and nations rather than whips of self defeat. Have a vision of my skin as black gold, priceless and full of life not as charred and dead to comfort. Make my voice a sound of wisdom and confidence and not as a cry of hunger or pain. Know that my long neck is not as a result of suffering but as a tool of foresight. INFERIOR, that's not my identity, its your ideology. 

Monday, 2 March 2015

You suck.

Not just a linkbait headline. Lol...(well maybe it is) I seriously mean it though. if you are a great God fearing guy with a kick-ass career, nice ride and your peers and the ladies don’t want to lick you alive. You suck.

Now here's where I'm coming from.

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…No, scratch that, it was just around my street. I met up with a charming guy who was incredible at what he did. He wasn’t good, he was finger licking fire f-awesome. And yet, he had problems attracting females, and even if he did manage to attract them he never understood why they disappeared in a twinkle. Neither did I, until we met at a cafe, and I saw him writing an email to a babe. It was the worst email I’ve ever read. He used all the wrong words, was clueless about basic human psychology, lacked empathy in dealing with a woman's  heart. He was indeed a written train wreck. Which was strange, because the guy was fun to be around (sorta).

But judging from that email writing style, i imagined being with a guy like him! That sounded as pleasant as slaving away in a Russian prison camp in Siberia. Naked. Now first of all who on earth sends emails? Is it a job interview?  What happened to phone calls or more interactive social networks like bbm, whatsapp....I mean email to a girl you intend to take out on a date, and with such scruffy and pointless content.  Arghhh. Face / palm. And there he goes: nkem "Why do most girls never reply to my mails"
Me : “Because your toasting skills  makes Grumpy Cat sound like Mother Theresa on happy pills.”

Moving on! Why are good people so freaking boring!? Sometimes I feel like resetting the brains of these so called born again people with a sledgehammer. You get so overtly spiritual and delude yourself that you don't got blood in your veins. The evil minded doosh are out there, they are so much fun and they get the attention. They know how to hook us, how to make us happy even when there's nothing to be happy about, and how to make us come back for more by Just talking.

You meet someone who's successful, a gentle man, attractive and has a great smile and, best of all, he is straight! Then you feel as though he is too good to be true as if the universe handed you Mr. Perfect on a silver platter. At the same time there's a little problem, you feel nothing romantic toward him. No freaking spark. Then you find yourself pinning over your ex who dumped you for another woman. Pathetic! This may sound familiar to many of you. cannot figure out why the nice guys bore the f&%k out of you and how you can be so incredibly attracted to the guy that does not have his life together or avoids the word committed relationship like the Swine Flu.

Brothers/sisters be spontaneous, romantic and sexy. It's not a sin. Trust me! Paste a kiss on his/her forehead or cheek once in a while (it won't hurt). Look and smell nice. Educate yourself. Ask questions about the opposite sex, read books on dating and lifestyle, Just read. Enhance your vacabs. Use happy and positive words. Everyone loves people that can make'em laugh. I don’t mean positive like “YOU’RE ZE BEST GIRL EVER” or “let’z be happy”. Lol

With positive words, I mean words that you want him/her to picture, which is trickier than it sounds, hang out with your peers. Follow the trends. (wisely) Download bbm and whatsapp and skype like every one else. Watch Tv, Open a facebook account biko. Embrace your suckyness and move from level 1 to level 2, still sucking, but at least knowing why. Only then will you re-awake your hunger to suck less.

Disclaimer : Keep in mind that I’m not a guru here. so this is a never ending learning process for everyone.
Please share this message with people you care about, and add another dating/friendship tip that helps you communicate better with the opposite sex

I want to learn as well ;)






Friday, 13 February 2015

Tiny Stories.

Here’s a selection of 10 tiny summarised love stories I searched for. Makes Me Think, warmed my heart and made me smile too. I hope they do the same for you.


1.  Today, I walked my daughter down the aisle. Ten years ago I pulled a 14 year old boy out of his mom’s fire-engulfed SUV after a serious accident. Doctors initially said he would never walk again. My daughter came with me several times to visit him at the hospital. Then she started going on her own. Today, seeing him defy the odds and smile widely, standing on his own two feet at the altar as he placed a ring on my daughter’s finger.

2. Today, when she woke up from an eleven month coma, she kissed me and said, “Thank you for being here, and telling me those beautiful stories, and never giving up on me… And yes, I will marry you."

3. Today, I re-read the suicide letter I wrote on the afternoon of September 2nd 1996 about two minutes before my girlfriend showed up at my door and told me, “I’m pregnant.” Suddenly I felt I had a reason to live. Today she’s my wife. We’ve been happily married for 14 years. And my daughter, who is almost 15 now, has two younger brothers. I re-read my suicide letter from time to time as a reminder to be thankful – I am thankful I got a second chance at life and love.

4. Today, a woman who must have her voicebox removed due to cancer is enrolled in my sign language class. Her husband, four children, two sisters, brother, mother, father, and twelve close friends are also enrolled in the same class so they can communicate with her after she loses her ability to speak aloud.


5. Today, I am the proud mom of a blind 17-year-old boy. Although my son was born without his sense of sight, it hasn’t stopped him from being a straight A student, a guitarist (whose band just surpassed 25,000 downloads of their first album), and a loving boyfriend to his long-term girlfriend, Valerie. Just today, his younger sister asked him what he likes about Valerie, and he said, “Everything. She’s beautiful.”

6.  Today, my mother passed away after a long battle with cancer.  My best friend lives 2000 miles away and called to comfort me.  While on the phone, he asked, “What would you do if I showed up at your house and gave you the biggest hug in the world?”  “I would surely smile,” I replied.  And then he rang my doorbell.

7.  Today, my daughter accepted her boyfriend’s marriage proposal. He is 3 years older than her. They started dating when she was 14 and he was 17. I never liked the age difference when they were kids. When he turned 18 a week before she turned 15, my husband insisted they break-up. They maintained a friendship, but went on to date other people. Now at the ages of 24 and 27, I’ve never seen two people more in love.

8.  Today, I’m a mother of 2 and a grandmother of 4. At 17 I got pregnant with twins. When my boyfriend and friends found out I wasn’t going to abort them, they turned a cold shoulder to me. But I pressed forward, worked full-time while attending school, graduated high school and college, and met a guy in one of my classes who has loved my children like his own for the last 50 years.  

9.  Today, on our 10th anniversary, she handed me a suicide note she wrote when she was 22, on the exact day we met. And she said, “For all these years I didn’t want you to know how foolish and unstable I was back when we met. But even though you didn’t know, you saved me. Thank you.”

10.  Today, I sat down with my two daughters, ages 4 and 6, to explain to them that we have to move out of our 4 bedroom house and into a 1 bedroom apartment for awhile until I can find another job that pays well. My daughters looked at each other for a moment and then my youngest daughter turned to me and asked, “Are we all moving into the. apartment together?” “Yes,” I replied. “Oh, so no big deal then,” she said. 



And oh.....
HAPPY VALENTINE





Thursday, 5 February 2015

St. Valentine



Let me introduce myself. My name is Valentine. I lived in Rome during the third century. That was long, long ago! At that time, Rome was ruled by an emperor named Claudius. I didn't like Emperor Claudius, and I wasn't the only one! A lot of people shared my feelings.

Claudius wanted to have a big army. He expected men to volunteer to join. Many men just did not want to fight in wars. They did not want to leave their wives and families. As you might have guessed, not many men signed up. This made Claudius furious. So what happened? He had a crazy idea. He thought that if men were not married, they would not mind joining the army. So Claudius decided not to allow any more marriages. Young people thought his new law was cruel. I thought it was preposterous! I certainly wasn't going to support that law!

Did I mention that I was a priest? One of my favorite activities was to
marry couples. Even after Emperor Claudius passed his law, I kept on performing marriage ceremonies -- secretly, of course. It was really quite exciting. Imagine a small candlelit room with only the bride and groom and myself. We would whisper the words of the ceremony, listening all the while for the steps of soldiers.

One night, we did hear footsteps. It was scary! Thank goodness the couple I was marrying escaped in time. I was caught. (Not quite as light on my feet as I used to be, I guess.) I was thrown in jail and told that my punishment was death.

I tried to stay cheerful. And do you know what? Wonderful things happened. Many young people came to the jail to visit me. They threw flowers and notes up to my window. They wanted me to know that they, too, believed in love.

One of these young people was the daughter of the prison guard. Her father allowed her to visit me in the cell. Sometimes we would sit and talk for hours. She helped me to keep my spirits up. She agreed that I did the right thing by ignoring the Emperor and going ahead with the secret marriages. On the day I was to die, I left my friend a little note thanking her for her friendship and loyalty. I signed it, "Love from your Valentine."

I believe that note started the custom of exchanging love messages on Valentine's Day. It was written on the day I died, February 14, 269 A.D. Now, every year on this day, people remember. But most importantly, they think about love and friendship. And when they think of Emperor Claudius, they remember how he tried to stand in the way of love. love cannot be beaten!