INSPIRATIONAL STORY OF THE DAY

Yesterday, upon a bus, I saw a girl with golden hair.
I envied her,
And I wished I was as fair.

When suddenly she rose to leave,
I saw her hobble down the aisle.
She had one leg and used a crutch.

But as she passed, she gave a smile.

Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.

I have 2 legs, God help her.

I stopped to buy some candy.
The lad who sold it had such charm.

I talked with him, he seemed so glad.
If I were late, it'd do no harm.

And as I left, he said to me,
"I thank you, you've been so kind.
It's nice to talk with folks like you.
You see," he said, "I'm blind."

Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.

I have 2 eyes, God help him.

Later while walking down the street,
I saw a child with eyes of blue.

He stood and watched the others play.

He seemed not to know what to do.

I stopped a moment and then I said,
"Why don't you join the others dear?"
He looked ahead without a word.

And then I knew he couldn't hear.

Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.

I have 2 ears, God help him.

With feet to take me where I'd go.

With eyes to see the sunset's glow.

With ears to hear what I'd know.

Oh, God, forgive me when I whine

I've been blessed indeed,
God help them.

and as i boarded a bus i looked at my hands then i realized that
one hand is meant for me and the other to help others.......

A true Life Story

Written by a college girl before she gave up the ghost......I Took Off My Underwear..
I used to be that innocent girl who had the world at her feet. I was beautiful and I had eyes and hips that could make men sway, and to top it all up, I was a Christian, a very good Christian with a heart burning for God.
When I entered the university, I met a guy, his name was Derrick. I couldn’t believe my luck the first time I bumped into him on my way to class, he had such a kind smile and a tender look that weakened my knees when he spoke.
Because I was late for class we couldn’t talk much but barely three weeks later, I met him at the fresher’s night party and I was overwhelmed. We got talking and I found out that he was in his second year and from that night, we became an inseparable pair.
At first, we were friends and as months passed by, we got closer and closer and the chemistry between us was undeniable.
About a year after I entered the university, Derrick and I started dating. He was everything a girl could ever want and desire save the fact that he wasn’t so much of a Christian. Derrick had magical hands that made him hard to resist and most times I fell for it. At first, I felt bad but when I couldn’t help falling into the same pit I killed the guilt on my inside. And then one day, one of my friends said I was getting fatter and that got me thinking and in the process I began to link the dots…first I had a vomiting spree every morning which I thought was due to a flu and then I had this morning sickness which I felt was due to stress and then my missing period…oh no it can’t be possible I said to myself, I couldn’t be pregnant!!!
After a series of test outside school, I realized the deadliest truth, I was indeed pregnant. I was only nineteen, I still had a whole life ahead of me, what was I going to do. I couldn’t tell my parents, they wouldn’t hear of it. I had to go to Derrick to tell him what I had found out.
On telling him, I saw him fly into a temper I had never seen in my life. He was so hysterical, calling me all sorts of names and I didn’t even know when I started crying heart drenching tears of hurt and betrayal. When he looked into my eyes he must have realized how scared and hurt I was and so he pulled me close and ran his hands through my hair until I had calmed down and then he said tome in the most subtle voice ever”why don’t you have an abortion”.I pulled back instantly, I couldn’t have an abortion! But when he talked about my parents and the sanctioning of the school and the fellowship which I belonged to, I knew I had no other choice.
Derrick had made all the arrangements and so on the supposed day we went to the room- like clinic. I shivered all through my way
there but Derrick kept telling me that it would be okay and that he was proud that I made such a brave decision. When I entered into the room where the abortion was supposed to take place I laid down on the table trying to dissociate my mind from what I was about to do and then a young man told me sternly, ” you know I can’t perform this procedure with your underwear on” and then I began to pull it off.As I did this a sense of guilt overwhelmed me, first I had pulled off my underwear of pleasure and now I was pulling it off to get rid of the stigma the pleasure had brought…what a shame, I felt so exposed.
All through the times that I felt instruments coming in and out of me, I kept thinking of the lady I had become and the hypocrite I had transformed into. I let out a sigh, only if I can get through this I muttered… only if…and then I felt a sharp pain pierce through the whole of my body, I screamed but then the doctor told me to be quiet. I felt another pain but this time I bit my lip and then the pain began to come in successions. I instinctively knew that something was wrong but I was too weak to talk or to move and then I heard the voices of Derrick and the doctor talking about the fact that I was bleeding excessively. The pain was so unbearable and I could feel myself getting weaker and weaker. With the last strengthen me, I pleaded with God”Oh Lord I’m so sorry for taking my under wears off, please forgive me.” and I drifted into a world where the pain seemed less hurtful and the voices seemed more distant.
Friends, our bodies are the temple of the Lord… Do not take off your underwear when the time is not right. Lots of girls who gained admission into the university as virgins eventually lost it so cheaply to guys who have nothing to do with their
destinies. In a bid to get a certificate, they sold out a destiny that certificate cannot guarantee....

How A Married Man I Met On BBM Almost Killed Me With Sex and Drugged Drinks

The lessons learned from the mishap that happened to Cynthia Osokogu cannot be overemphasized, as many are now aware of the disadvantages of the social media especially in leading people to the hands of hoodlums. This is yet another story from a lady that simply wants us to learn. It is a near-death experience a young lady had with a man who was her BBM friend: "I am a girl who has fears, beliefs, reservations and just your regular typical Nigerian girl. This past few weeks has been one hell of a game for me. I have really been unsettled and I thought I share this story with you.
"When Cynthia (the lady killed in the hotel room in Festac, Lagos) surfaced on the internet and various news media, I was scared and it brought back a whole lot of memories to me and also served as and eye opener. Many people castigated and criticised Cynthia (may her gentle soul rest in peace), but my point is, it could have been anybody, anybody at all.
"We have met people through various social media. Some have ended up well, some have not but with painful memories. To cut the long story short, let me kindly share with you my encounter with social media especially the very popular Blackberry Messenger (BBM).
"I am a graduate and currently serving in Kaduna. I could have runced it, but I needed somewhere to clear my head and forget about my ugly encounter. Here is my story.
"I happened to have a married man as a contact on my BBM. He had been asking me out for over six months and I refused to date him. As time went on, he invited me clubbing with him when his wife was outside the country, and I went with him all night. We spent most of the night at Swe bar, Lagos.
"I also met his clique of friends, married as well with their various mistresses. We had ‘mad’ fun. After all the clubbing and drinking, he lodged me in a hotel somewhere in Obalende. I felt sort of safe with him. We did not have sex, but he made sweet love to me and touched me in places I had never ever imagined.
"He kissed me passionately but guess what? He did not have sex with me. We did all sorts but there was no penetration. So, to an extent, I trusted he was a good person to be around with. I did not know that it was all part of the plan.
"He gave me N10,000 and put me in a cab to go home the next morning. We kept talking and chatting and sending naked pictures to each other and he told me naughty things of how he wanted to whisper things in my ear, I blushed. We didn’t see for two weeks and that was because his wife just came back from Turkey.
"One faithful evening, he pinged me that he was organising a beach party/boat cruise and that he would love for me to be his date and that he wanted to open a BBM chat, as a medium for his friends and my friends to interact. I was excited about it, I just wanted to have fun. I was able to get five of my very hot friends.
"The BBM group opened and we got chatting. I also realise that majority of them were married and working in reputable firms. It was fun and we didn’t mind if they were married, we just wanted to have fun, as well as some other girls apart from my friends in the group.
"We chatted exclusively, sent pictures to the BBM group to introduce ourselves, and we had opened group conversations pending the beach party. And as excited as we were, we went shopping for nice sexy beach wears.
"The D-day finally came, we all assembled at the Lagos Island Boat Club. I was wowed because it was a high class party. We were cruising in a boat loaded with goodies drinks and hot babes, and as well ‘MARRIED MEN’. I did not care, I just said in my mind that I would not roll with married men anymore after this, that for now, all I wanted to do was to catch some fun. After all, I wasn’t paying bills.
"We got there, it was a private beach resort. Most of the beach facilities I got to see there were owned by multinational companies. We got out of the boat, and went to where we were partying. It was a duplex made with wood. It was a very nice setting.
"I felt comfortable because it even had a fence around it separating it from other beach houses around. So, there was privacy and of course bouncers (heavy looking guys) guarding the place. I said to myself, this must be heaven, I must be dreaming.
"Anyways, we felt free with each other because we had been chatting. It was 5:30pm and the party just started. We had drinks flowing from the private bar tender which happens to be owned by one of the men in the group. Reality struck when I realised that I was feeling dizzy and feeling really funny and light headed. Not only me, but other girls around me too noticed there was something strange about it.
"I was also feeling HORNY as hell! I had been drugged. They monitored us and when they knew the drug had really gone deep into our system, they moved us up into the main beach house. I could still see faces, but was too weak and horny to react.
"Mr B, the man who took me clubbing, carried me in his hands like a sacrifice and put me down on the floor just as other men also did with their girls. We were eight in numbers; 8 girls, 8 guys, and they all stripped us down and had sex with us.
"I enjoyed it a bit because I was horny. It was a mixed feeling because I cried, I moaned, but I did not know how many times he came into me. He had hard and rough sex with me. I was dizzy, but he grabbed me with force.All I could notice was the wedding ring on his finger. I thought of how wicked and miserable some married can be. How inhuman and heartless they could be.
"All of them took turns in switching partners and slept with all of us. I passed out. That was the last thing I could remember. I felt water poured on me. I noticed all the other girls around me too were half naked and some stark naked.
"We spent the night at the beach, but the men were no where to be found. I looked round me and all I could see was packs of used condoms. I ran to pick my cloths and possibly raise an alarm. I got dressed, found my phone with an envelope. It contained N16,000 and a note asking us to take N2000 each for transport. Tears of anger and rage filled my eyes and the girls around me as well.
"We were drugged and used like tissue paper. I grabbed my phone and noticed a ping came in. I checked my phone and I noticed the BBM group had been deleted, and a message via BBM from MR B came in. He threatened me that if I say a word to anyone, I would regret it.
"I told him he was a bastard, and he said try it. A picture came in, several pictures. In fact, they were pictures of us being naked on the floor. Pictures of the humiliating us but they blurred the faces of the men. In total, I got 20 pictures. I was not myself for a month.
"I went back to school, I had no one to talk to. The rest of the semester was hell for me. My CGPA dropped drastically. It was the worst out of the worst result I ever had.
"Till today, my friends and I have not discussed this with anyone, but all I could do when I heard of Cynthia’s story was to narrate my own ordeal anonymously and spread the news, the word, and pray they (ladies who do runs) see it and changed their ways.
"I am now born again. I have given my life to Christ. I fear men so much that I cannot even move close to them. I still have nightmares, but with time, God will strengthen me and I will move on. My advice to single ladies out there is, do not be desperate for fun. Pray to God to open your eyes of understanding, and pray hard. He who kneels before God will stand before kings and queens.
"To all married women, pray hard to God to intervene in your marriages and turn your husbands from bad habits and bad friends. As for me, I do not think I ever want to get married or date a man again. That chapter has been closed for good in my life.
"Please, do not ignore my mail. Please post it. There are a lot of things we ladies need to learn.Please post it on your blog and save a soul. It could be your friend, sister, cousin, neighbour.
"God bless you as you pass it on. To all readers, I do not care if you insult me or rain abuses at me. My job is to share this encounter with you and save you from any mishap. God bless you all. Amen."

‘I Don’t Want To Join The Bandwagon’

‘I Don’t Want To Join The Bandwagon’

My dear pals, I need to share this story with you. It made me grows up. Please read along with me.

On a fine Saturday morning, I was walking with my friends along the street in my serene neighborhood. Then we came across a very beautiful damsel. My, she was so cool and she’d got the right statistics!  My eyes nearly popped out, she was so endowed. I know my friends also liked what they saw but we all just passed her by without voicing out our thoughts.

My friend Wale liked her so much that he ensured we strolled past her house every Saturday, until finally after about one month of perambulating, we finally summed up the courage to chat her up. Her voice was so angelic when she told us her name was Funke, that she attended a private girl’s secondary school in Lekki. She was well mannered and soft spoken.

Wale started chatting her up and she also seemed to like him, so we all backed out of the chase.

Wale actually like her but unknown to us he was being pressurized by another group of friends into ‘getting down to the basics’ with her. After a few weeks of going out with Funke, Wale realized he couldn’t get down to the basics with her. Funke told him she was a virgin and intended staying that way until she gets married. Wale didn’t take ‘no’ for an answer until Funke was forced to break up the friendship with him.

This made Wale so angry that he planned to get even with her. Without telling our group of friends, he planned with a group of notorious boys in our area; they kidnapped Funke and gang raped her. He carried out his plan before he informed us. I and our other three friends were so disgusted that we asked Wale to stop coming to our houses. Two days after the incident, trouble erupted in our area, Funke’s dad reported to the police and all Wale’s friends were arrested including me. When we got to the station, we were asked to make statements. My friends and I made our statements, but we were remanded at the police station until our parent came to bail us.

Hmm, as for Wale, he was asked to produce the other guys and together they were charged to court. Funke’s dad said they must be responsibility for their action.

When I got home from the police station, I got thinking, what could have prompted wale to bow to the pressure of such bad boys and gang rape an innocent girl like Funke? What if Funke was my sister, how would I have felt? What if any of those guys was HIV positive, wouldn’t they have infected her? A lot of ‘what ifs’ came to my mind, but thank God, Funke’s parents were supportive. They ensured she had medical attention and also took prophylaxis to prevent transmission of HIV, and they supported her to face up to her antagonists, and hurray, Funke emerged the victor and not the victim.

Rape is violation of human rights; a violation of woman’s right to her bodily integrity, and a violation of the Nigerian law, which is punishable under the Nigerian criminal code section 357.

Oh my, I don’t ever want to join the bandwagon of rapist who thinks they can violate other people’s bodies by having non-consensual sexual relations with them. It’s the height of bestiality. Nah nah nah…

GRANNY’S WORDS

GRANNY’S WORDS

My grandma said there are three types of people in this world and that I can choose which of the categories I want to belong to: the coffee bean, the carrots, and the eggs. Trust my granny, she doesn’t tell you anything without backing it up with practical examples.

She brought the three items - coffee bean, carrot, and egg - put each in a pot of cold water, and placed the pot on three different gas burners, and allowed them to reach boiling point. She then place each item in a plate and asked me what I observed.

 I told her that I can see that the coffee bean has changed the water from colourless to brown; that the carrot which was hard has become quite soft, and the egg, which appeared as fragile, has become rock hard.

Then grandma began her lesson in her usual firm voice, ‘Damilare, my son, see these three item faced the same adversity or challenge, the carrot went into the water strong and determined, but after being subjected to boiling, it became soft and without confidence. The egg, with the fragile outer layer, protecting the inner liquid, also went into the water, and after boiling, became quite hard and solid. But the coffee bean went into the water and after boiling totally changed the colour of the water. That is the unique attribute of this item.

Then she asked, ‘what has this taught you?’ of course, she provided the answer she said, ‘my son, in life you will face many challenges and disappointments, but what determines whether the challenges will make or mar you is the way you react to it. Now look at the carrot. It appeared strong, but with adversity it became soft, wilted, and the past. Then see the egg, with soft hearted and malleable personality, but faced with some challenges of life, becomes hardened, stiff, unforgiving, and full of bitterness and distrust. But look at the coffee bean;

Instead of allowing the circumstances of life to change it rather change the situation so that the situation does not overwhelm it.

Now, my son, you must strive to possess the unique attribute of the coffee bean, whatever you go through. Yes, feel the pain, but do not be subsumed by the sunny side and think, this is a lesson learnt, no matter how many times u fall, I will RISE AGAIN.

Colours as a tip of life

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olours are beautiful to behold that many of us pick out certain colour without necessarily knowing the reason for such preference.

Colour symbolism affects nearly every area of life: clothing, mood, fine art, consumer product, development and packaging, food choices, and corporate identity. The significance of some colours is universal while others aren’t.

For many of us, colours envelope our lives. Over 80% of visual information is related to colours. What colours or combinations of colour stimulate people to be interested in different things? What colours make us feel pleasure or disapproval, hot or cold, attracted, stimulated or suppressed?

Colours convey message that go beyond ethnic, racial, or gender boundaries. Colour trends ay defy instinctual, cultural and iconic constraints. For example, the recent craze for vivid lime green, pink, orange, and other bright ones which hitherto were not in vogues.

Your colour preferences can reveal basic aspects of your personality. Think about the colours you wear most often. These indicate your strengths and weaknesses. A variety of psychiatrists and physicians to give them near accurate information about their patients by understanding their clour choices. Find your favourite colour below and see what your choice indicates about your personality.

Red

Red reflects energy and impulsiveness. You are competitive, ambitious and like to be the centre of attention. Red is symbolic of leadership qualities and courage. You are focused on results and success. This could also be a human weakness; you need to take time to learn to be good listener and to be sensitive to the feelings of others.

Pink

Lovers of pink have an affectionate and loving nature. Pink is symbolic o understanding and sympathy. It exudes warmth and love. Pink is a combination of the intense energy of red and purity of white. However, you may be childlike, lack willpower, or need a tremendous amount of support from others.

Orange

If orange is your favourite colour, then you are action oriented and competent. Orange symbolizes practically, independence, organization and creativity .you are self – motivated, active, and competitive. But you need to be careful not to try and dominate others.

Orange is the colour of spirituality in the East. This can be selfishness if directed only towards one’s own enlightenment.

Yellow

If you wear yellow, you like to be active and involved in life. You have a stimulating personality and an interesting mind. Yellow symbolizes vitality, communication, and spontaneity. You appreciate the new and modern. You must make sure that you also develop the skill to resolve conflicts.

Green

Lovers of green are benevolent and service – oriented. They observe life and prefer to stay on the sidelines. Green symbolizes the desire for peace and harmony. You are sensitive and artistic. You may need to add more colours to your wardrobe to become more involved in life with others.

Blue

Light Blue

Blue people are sentitive and perspective. Light blue symbolizes a good imagination, creativity, and a practical approach to life. Blue is a combination of the power of blue and the innocence of white. Employ your analytical abilities for problem solving!

Dark Blue

Dark blue people have deep feelings. They are intelligent, self  - reliant, willing to take responsibility, and make decisions without guidance. They need to surround themselves with peaceful and affectionate people, to avoid depression. They need to play more!

Violet

Violet lovers, you need to feel needed. You have a sensitive, compassionate personality. You should be careful to chose your friends wisely, as you may be vulnerable to people who will impose their needs upon you or damage your self – confidence.

Let me stop here before I bore you…

A VERY TOUCHIN STORY FOR LOVERS,MARRIED COUPLE,RELATIONSHIP ND FOR THE FAMILY

.A couple have been married for over 9years without children and it was becoming their 10th year. Dave and Clara stayed with each other and hoped that they will have a child before their 10th year of marriage runs out, because they were under persuasion from friends and family members to get a divorce; but they could'nt let go, because of the love between them. Months passed and one day, while Dave was returning from work, he saw his wife walking down the road with a man. The man had his arms around her neck and they looked very happy. For over a week, he saw the same man with his wife at various places and one evening, while Dave was returning from work he saw the man drop her off at the house after giving her a kiss on the cheek. Dave was angry and sad. Two days later, after a hectic day at work, Dave was taking water
with a glass jug from the dispenser when the phone rang. He picked it up and the person said,"Hello dear, I'll be coming to your house this evening to see you as promised. I hope.....". Dave hung-up the phone. It was a male voice and he was sure the person was the man he had always seen her with. He suddenly became shaky with the thought that he has lost his wife to another man. The glass jug fell from his hand and shattered into pieces. Clara came running into the room asking,"Is everything okay?". In anger he gave his wife a push
and she fell. She wasn't moving or getting up. Dave then realized that she fell where he broke the glass jug. A large piece of glass had pierced her. He felt her breath, pulse and heartbeat but there she lay lifeless. His wife was dead. In total confusion, he saw an envelope in her hand. He took it, opened it and was shocked by its content -it was a letter. It read: "My loving husband, words cannot express how I feel so, I had to write it down. I have been going to see a doctor for over a week and I wanted to be sure before I give you the news. The doctor confirmed it that I am pregnant with a twin and our baby is due 7months from now. The same doctor is my long lost brother whom I lost contact with after our marriage. He has promised to take care of me and our baby and give us the best without collecting a dime. He also promised to have dinner with us today. I am putting this on your favorite chair in the sitting room for you to remember the day you proposed to me and I had to write to you saying,"Yes" because I was so happy. Thanks for staying by my side". -Your loving wife The letter fell from his hand. There was a knock at the door and the same man he had seen with his wife came in and said, "Hello Dave, I suppose I'm right. Its Max, the brother of your wife and......". Suddenly, Max noticed his sister lying in a pool of her blood. He rushed her to the hospital and she was confirmed dead! Her twin baby gone. 
-We should not be too quick to take unnecessary actions in our relationship or marriage when we
havn't questioned our partner or spouse on what we saw or heard about them.
-Each of us have our faults. We shouldn't be too fast to decide the judgement of others. Have you thought of that thing you are doing wrong, that no one sees?
- Not everything you see, hear, or believe about someone is true....

The Miserly Beggar

The king was to pass by a beggar's hut and the man was beside himself with excitement, not because he was about to see the king, but because the king was known to part with expensive jewels and huge sums of money when moved by compassion,
He saw the king's chariot just as a kindly man was filling his begging bowl with uncooked rice, pushing the man aside, he ran into the street, shouting praises of the king and the royal family. the chariot stopped and the king beckoned to the beggar,
"who are you?"
"one of the most unfortunate of your subjects" said the beggar, "poverty sits on my doorstep and follows me about like a dog, i haven't eaten since yesterday afternoon",
"Have you nothing for your king except a tale of woe?" said the ruler, putting out his hand. "give me something" the beggar astonished, carefully picked up 5 grains of rice from his bowl and laid them on the king's outstreched palm.
The king drove away.
The beggar's dissappiontment was great. he raved and ranted and cursed the king again and again for his miserliness, finally , his anger spent, he went on his rounds.
When he returned home in the evening he found a bag of rice on the floor.
"some generous soul has been here" he thought and took out a handful of rice from the bag. to he astonishment. there was a small piece of gold in it sent by the king, he emptied the rice on the floor, feeling sure right, he found 5, one for each grain of rice he had given the king.
"it is not the king who has been miserly" thought the man, sadly. "if i had been generous and given him the whole bowl of rice, i would have been a rich man today"...