VALENTINE'S, ELECTION DAY & RUMOUR MONGERS

So we are all still living in Nigeria with bated breaths as we await the dreaded February 14^th 2015, the Election Day. So many threats have been thrown around and there have been bloodshed in people’s homes. All these have caused so much tension in a nation that should be enjoying peace and stability.

The greedy quest for power by our government has turned Nigerian citizens into pawns in a dangerous game. Nigerians are now used as collateral in the fight by individuals to rule a nation not for the purpose of bringing good tidings but to further diminish its national resources and make Nigeria a failed nation.

I am particularly scared for myself and my family. You cannot discard all the rumours about the impending doom of the Election Day. There have been several demonic promises if certain individuals do not come into power of the State. I fear for my husband who has to go work, I fear for my parents who do not exactly live in a state security house, I fear for my child who has to go to school, I fear for my siblings who live around Lagos and I fear for Nigeria not to break into smithereens. I have always said it that maybe if we had natural disasters like those Asian countries, maybe our political circumstances will be more edifying. We have been so blessed with no such disasters but we have been cursed with government catastrophe.

I heard that a large percentage of the Igbo people who went home for Christmas celebrations in 2014 have not returned to Lagos because of the crisis that may follow the Valentine’s day election. That thing that would keep an Igbo man from his daily business activities is a very scary thing which is why I am so scared about what these Igbo people may know or be expecting to happen.

A terrorist recently committed suicide by bombing taking with him 6 people and he did this in someone’s home. A home is where we all believe is a safe place. I work in a public place, so imagine my frantic mood everyday as I resume for work. It does not help that my personal office is like a penthouse in the building but man must chop now. I have often questioned our management if they have thought of scrutinizing women dressed in that muslim garb called Ijab or something. What if a fanatic woman with a suicide bomb walks into our office claiming she needs our services but has come with a devious intent? There was an old woman who kept bomb inside a food cooler, wasn’t there? Management is so calm. What is she talking about? Are we going to shut down our business because of some bombings that have not reached Lagos?

You see, I believe the people who are calm despite all the body count in the news everyday are those who are so sure Boko Haram will never find their way into Lagos. We should not be so relaxed. I have heard that all those tanker explosions in Apapa were not as reported. It is so easy for us to read the news about 2,000 dead people, 279 missing girls or so, hundreds of charred bodies in Jabi Park and as long as we call our families who confirm they and their properties are intact, we just sigh and move on.

 

I choose you over APC and PDP!

Now Valentine’s is here, a day I have been looking forward to since last year not for political reasons but to take time off work, show some love and of course get or share lovely gifts.

So typical of the government to turn a day of love into a day where everyone has to go and hide in their bunkers cowering like cornered rodents. This is the first Valentine ’s Day I am not looking forward to. Even those times I was single without a prospective date, I still hoped that someone will always turn up. Last year Val’s was so delish, there was cake, wine, ice cream, chocolates, dinner dates, dinner gowns and of course luxury hotels. I come dey think now say, is that my last Val?

I wish I could leave the country with my family but I appear to them as always scared for nothing. Then again, I think to myself, how safe is the country I want us to run to? Why are we running like fugitives from our home country? Should our country not be a haven for us all? We are all first citizens here, there is no enjoyment living in a foreign state where you are always second, a minority or considered an inferior race.

So I have decided to stay in Nigeria but I have also become a prayer warrior. I pray everyday so that I always remember that with God Almighty, we shall all end well. May we see this “Val-election day” and many more days in Jesus name. Amen.

Forever Mo.

Hello everyone, so I have not blogged in almost a year. Blogging is tasking, it may not seem like a huge undertaking if you were smiling to the bank everyday like our former model, sister LI. Ya'all know who I'm talking about. I have so much to say, so much to complain about, so much to gossip, so much to reveal, so much to share and so little time.

I'm going to try to summarize all that I've been doing since I last blogged. I've become a wife (juicy!), mother (plenty story for here), fully discovered the forbidden fruit (Told ya it was juicy), found a niche in my career (After all the hustle), gained a little weight (62kg gunning for 55kg), joined the millionaire's club (Just kidding, you think?) and the list goes on.

So after eons of not opening up my blog, I still remember my password, the important thing about password is to ensure it has something to do with what you do everyday and you will never forget it. So for those of you who have opened 20 e-mail addresses, keep that in mind. I saw a comment waiting for approval on my blog page and I just had to post it here. Unfortunately, the comment was painfully by an anonymous person, what was that person thinking? Do you think this is Linda's blog? No one's faceless here o. Put a name to your face jor. Obviously, the person is a guy and his comment was very honest, I guess that's why he had to hide his identity.

The comment was on one of my previous post about men staring at women as if women are bananas and men are monkeys.

For me, that several moments are spent imagining what the woman looks like naked. Or feels like naked. Or the things I'd like to be doing with her while naked. I can also accurately predict what a woman's vagina looks like based on her facial features. So I'm making that assessment as well. on WHY DO MEN STARE AT WOMEN?

HE NEVER SLEEPS, HE NEVER SLUMBERS

It is true what people say that we usually forget where we are coming from especially when we reach a certain comfortable stage in life. Sometimes, we even forget how dedicated we were to God when we were in need. When we have nothing, most of us are really humble, polite, sensitive and quite hardworking depending on our life choices. We do this because we want better things out of life, then when we do get them, what next?

I read a girl’s story on a popular blog today, it was such a heart-wrenching tale that I’m crying as I type this piece. I should just stop reading the said blog because it keeps reminding me of how much struggle is out there and how blessed I am. Then again, what I read on this blog also keeps me grounded and always knocks me right back to those days when I was a charity case. So I guess I’ll keep reading and using people’s life experiences to remind myself that I owe everything to God Almighty. One day, God will give me the strength to not only be a reader of the blog but also to extend my hand to someone who sincerely needs it just like others did for me.

Sorry for my digression from the story that made me have enough zest to come back to this blog after I didn’t blog at all through 2014. As usual, I’m at a low point in my life, that’s why I feel like writing. Writing is good, I prefer it to talking to people sometimes, it’s a personal release for me. I guess 2014 was such a happy year that I felt no need to blog, lolz. I’m not saying bloggers are sad people, some people have bought Range Rovers off blogging, I’m sure they are always happy.

Anyways, so this girl’s story was about how she lost her father and her father’s family threw her mum out accusing her of the father’s death. The father’s relatives usurped his property which included houses, cars and even access to a bank account meant for the three children. They turned her and her siblings into trade slaves after promises of good education, thankfully they were allowed to finish secondary school. The part that got to me was where she asked for help to further her education from one of her married uncles who got a lot of help from her late father and this ingrate of an uncle tried to force himself on her.

This just brought back so many sad memories for me. Sometimes, I wish we were in the era of those periods in the Bible when God would strike down people for any misdeed, I just know such men will be extinct. This married uncle can be of help to his niece but he has told her that the only way he would do so is if she slept with him. So many men wield this fiendish power. If you are a man and you have held someone ransom on the basis of sex before you help them, there’s a special seat waiting for you in hell. 

It happened to me sometime in 2006. It was one of my best friend’s dad and till today, I never told her. This man watched me grow up and when he made such an advance, I was so shocked. That was the last time I ever stayed in the same room with him or even laid my eyes on him. It gave me a strong resolve to be someone great in life.

I give God all the glory that today by his grace, I’m not where I aspire to be (it’s never enough) but I can still walk out on any lascivious man who may be making promises of giving me billions. I also want to thank God for keeping my parents to this day and for not letting death throw our family into despair. I thank God for the strength he gave my mum to stand firm by all her children even when we thought she could do better, she saw a better future and she was right.

I thank God that even as a charity case, he did not expose me to the elements, he has, he’s still and will always protect his own. 

I pray that God grants me that conviction, direction and fortitude to reach out to people and be a blessing to them.

If there’s anyone out there going through a tough time, please turn to God and I know you have heard this many times but with him, the end is always the best. One night, I cried to him by starting with the plea for forgiveness of sins and I’m sure he heard me because right from that moment, my life changed. 

Likewise, if you are currently basking in abundance now, do not forget God who has made everything possible for you. Do not lavish your savings on things that will take you back to naught. 

Yes, there were times I almost gave up but God’s love overshadowed my life, this can happen to you too. Whatever you are going through, be it loss, heartbreak, poverty, barrenness, sickness, they are all ways to make you shout out to God and let him know that like Job in the Bible, you still believe and have faith in him.


As long as there is life, there is hope. Look up and smile.

May God be with us all.

Forever Mo.

LOVELY PICTURES!!!: OZONE CINEMAS MOVIE RELEASE OF THOR 2: THE DARK WORLD & OFFICIAL LAUNCH OF OZONE LOUNGE

L-R: Tonia Odungwo, Brown Ebosiem, Ify, Mr Patrick Lee, Thor, Modupe O. Longe, Tony Omia, Lara Oladimeji, Tosin, Emmanuel, James Adedeji

L-R: Ify as Natasha Romanoff the Black Widow, Tosin, Emmanuel, The General Manager: Mr Patrick Lee, Thor, The Marketing Manager: Modupe Onanuga Longe, P.A to the GM: Tonia Odungwo and Accounts Manager : Lara Oladimeji

Ozone Cinemas held an epic event last year, the movie premiere of The Avengers which went ahead to make over a billion in box office revenue worldwide. This year, Ozone Cinemas releases Thor 2: The Dark World for thousands of fans who have been waiting with excitement to see the Hammer god once again on the big movie screen.

There were many celebrities who graced the red carpet before watching the movie and proceeded to the Ozone Lounge for its official launch and after party. The MC of the event was Larry Foreman who cracked the ribs of many guests. Celebrities like Yemi Alade, Pryse were at the Lounge to celebrate and perform to the delight of the guests that were present.

There were lots of free drinks from Power Horse, Kiss Mix and Hennessy all night long. Some of the guests won items like Thor's Hammer and took pictures with Thor and Natasha Romanoff the black widow.

Thor 2: The Dark World continues to show in Ozone Cinemas. See the photo splash of the event.


 

Yemi Alade, Larry Foreman

Pryse of Chocolate City

General Manager Ozone Cinemas - Mr Patrick Lee, Marketing Manager Ozone Cinemas - Modupe Onanuga Longe, P.A to GM - Tonia Odungwo

Larry Foreman

Ify, General Manager- Mr Lee, Thor, E-Centre Manager - James Adedeji

Ozone Cinema Manager - Brown Ebosiem (second left), Assistant Manager - Tony Omia (Far right)

Yemi Alade

Yemi Alade gets serenaded

Yemi Alade takes charge

Tony Omia, Yemi Alade and Tolu of Flytime Promotions

Play time: Accounts Manager - Lara Oladimeji, General Manager - Mr Patrick Lee, Marketing Manager - Modupe O. Longe, P.A- Tonia Odungwo, Cinema Manager - Brown Ebosiem

Ify and Modupe O. Longe

The ever sexy staff of the new Ozone Lounge

CHEATING AND FLINGS, GREATEST FUN!

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Remember those days when you were in the kitchen after mum had just cooked a nice pot of fried meat stew and you couldn’t help opening the pot to throw one piece of fried stewed meat into your mouth? Do you recall how that piece of meat tasted so good like no other meat you have ever eaten before in your life? It’s not because you haven’t had better, it is because doing something bad is always so sweet especially when you usually get away with it.

I’ve always hated cheats. I cannot stand them, I can kill anyone who cheats. All my dating life, I’ve always told my partners that if I ever find myself being attracted to some other guy for whatever reasons, I’d rather break up my relationship than cheat on them. This may be because I do not know how to pretend. I cannot look you in the eyes after doing something so filthy no matter how intriguing it was. Let me not make this post another rant about my disdain for people who can’t keep it in their pants.

You see, this thing called sex or making love just means so much to me or should I say to me, sex is very sacred. I’ve met with people who don’t even remember all the sexual partners they’ve had and this really amazes me but they just don’t see what the big deal is. They are like “It went in and it came out, yep, that was it”. Seriously? For the guy, you go into a woman, for the lady, you let a man come inside you, I don’t understand how that doesn’t mean anything.

I once almost slept with a celebrity whose name is on the lips of every Nigerian now ever since he sang a hit song that may remain evergreen. This romp in the sack almost happened back in my journalism days, my boss had sent me to do an interview with the celebrity because he was a new sensation. When I got to his residence in Omole, he was very charming and after the interview, I went to the ladies then he actually paid the photographer I came with to leave me right there in his Omole residence with him. This was because he knew the photographer had brought me there and I could not find my way back, so I was kinda stuck with asking him how I would get home. He didn’t want me to leave. So that was how normal interview turned to something else o.

No doubt, this guy was hot and still is. I’ll never forget when we started talking, we clicked because of our mutual love for music and he asked me to come see him again as he was new in Lagos with no real friends, I was elated. He called me up one day and I was idle so he picked me up to go have fun. We both already knew we were attracted to each other but I couldn’t help noticing how so many women kept on throwing themselves at him. Lagos women can so shame people, the way they make themselves so easy to prey on. I’ll never forget a text message he showed me from a supposed lesbian who swore she would let him be the one to take her virginity. This was obviously not a turn-on for me, I mean who can compete with a virgin lesbian? lol.

Anyhoo, after going to some studios and exotic places in Lagos, we decided to go back to Omole, the slaughter house, buhahaha. When we got there, we started to watch music channels criticizing other artistes and also telling the celeb to try out some nice concepts we saw. After a while, one thing always lead to another nau, he dragged me to his bedroom, seriously, I wasn’t willing to go, not that much, lol. When we got into the bedroom, he started to undress, *long sigh*. When I see ladies screaming for him these days, I sometimes remember this moment. I kid you not, this guy looked like a swimsuit model in his white boxers and I just started to ogle him with no control. We kissed, caressed, spooned but when it got down to doing the main thing, I saw my mum’s face, dammit!

That woman has spoilt a lot of runs for me, you see. Whenever I wanted to do something wild in my younger days, her voice would pop up in my head or I would see one of her disapproving looks in my head. That was usually a strong deterrent for me. So I told this guy I couldn’t go ahead with it, he was more than disappointed because he had read the hungry look in my eyes as consent and serious horniness. He was a gentleman about it sha, he tried coaxing me but I told him to try the virgin lesbian.

Fast forward four years, I went to a concert on the Island where this now very famous artiste was performing and I was right in front of him, singing his songs back to back, dancing the famous dance steps to his songs, guess what? He didn’t recognize me! That would have hurt like hell if I had given him a piece o! I’m sure he doesn’t even remember some girls he has slept with, I wonder how those girls must feel when they go to his shows and he does not even bat an eyelid at them. This is why I see sex as a very intimate passion that should be meaningful between two people who are in love. At least, you are left with a memory that still makes you wet or gives you a boner not a memory that makes you feel so ashamed of yourself.

I came across a picture of me and the celeb today, taken during that period, I was so fine! No wonder he couldn’t resist, lol. Maybe I’ll post the picture here after many other posts have dragged this particular one into the archives section.  Till then.

XOXO

PRAISE THE LORD = ALLAH HU AKBAR

Today, I woke up to two distinctive sounds. One was a usual sound you would hear on Sunday mornings while the other sound was not something I was accustomed to witnessing at that particular hour of this day.

It was the sound of praises coming from a church and the sound of worship from a nearby mosque. They began to clash and I couldn't help but shake my head.

Everyone wants to be heard. Religion has now become competition. Muslims never used to worship on Sunday mornings. I remember someone telling me that when Islamists realized that a large percentage of their worshipers were deflecting to Christianity, that was when they decided to worship on Sunday mornings to keep their faithfuls in check.

So it is not an unusual sight these days to see both Muslims and Christians rushing out on Sunday mornings to their various places of worship. However, I have always admired something about the Muslims. Their dedication to worship, it is unrivaled.

Those days when I would be coming back from the clubs on Saturday mornings dressed in handkerchiefs, I would meet many Muslims on the way to mosques by 5am. There would be no sign of sleep on their faces as they march on. Then there's the fasting period, they actually look forward to it unlike some of us Christians. These Muslims would fast from midnight to night and wake up at the wee hours of morning to cook before a particular time. If they dared to miss one day of fast, they would express infinite guilt and ensure that they make up for it. Some randy Muslim guys would even deprive themselves of the usual romp in the bed with ladies just to honour this fasting period. They would not even allow a woman touch them at this "delicate" time.

One of my friends back in school used to amaze me. The Muslim fasting period always came about when we were about to write exams. While all of us were rushing to the cafeteria to stuff our faces under the premise of needing food for the brain, she would stick staunchly to her fast. If I tried that, na F9 sure pass. I usually get fat during exams as reading too much (as an efiko) would sometimes give me headache so I had to eat more than normal and douse my head with water occasionally.

Something came up in my mind today when I heard both praises from the church and the call to worship from the mosque. So many evil things happen everyday, in Nigeria, there's always a death toll every time you read the news. I've stopped counting how many dead people are reported in the dailies because that's just sad. So it makes me wonder. People rush to mosque, people rush to church, churches and mosques are springing up everywhere you turn to, there's hardly a street without some place of worship in Lagos, if you go to a revival ground, there is a melee, if you go to the mosque, thousands of people are pushing their yansh up and bowing in worship. So who are the evil people?!!!

When we go to the church or the mosque, do we sit beside murderers, rapists, robbers and people of under- worldly acts? Surely, these evil people in the world have "something" they call religion. My belief has always been that going to the church or mosque does not make you righteous, what does is what lies in your heart.

I mean, there are serious human-demons in places of worship. Someone would always ask me every Sunday "Did you go to Church today?", I would answer affirmative even though I didn't step out of the house that day. The reason being that I would be seriously vilified if I had said I chose to stay home that Sunday. People believe good people are in the churches and mosques, are these people not the same neighbours who would curse you out in quarrels or park their cars in a selfish manner just to rile you up?

I live my life by trying not to step on toes, I read my bible everyday, I remind myself of the ten commandments and try to abide by them, I try to love my "troublesome" neighbours as myself, I do not covet people's properties. This and in many more ways is how I present myself to God. I believe my passport to heaven is between myself and God not validation by a congregation.

Sometimes, it is even when you go to the place of worship someone gets your hackles up and makes you commit the gravest sins. In the sanctity of your home, you can meditate in spirit without distraction from that guy is sitting at the next pew and won't stop staring at you or the usher who is wearing a sinfully expensive weave.

Muslim or christian, my belief is God is one. When his own calls him, he answers no matter the name tag put on the person's faith. May God help us all....Amen.

XOXO :) :)