MY WORST MISTAKE PART 5

Mady was the name, everyone called my new helper and
she really was a lovely woman to behold. Her grand
beauty was very spectacular and solid. But upon all the
beauty and air she carried she still remained unmarried,
which i found very strange. I really wasn’t surprised to
see lots of young girls in her house when i moved in to
live with her, because she told me she was running a non
governmental organisation which cared for homeless
street girls, but i never imagined she could be so rich as
to own a giant two storey building, a thirty room
quarters {built like a hostel} and another small bungalow
all fenced together in one big compound. Three 504
salon cars and a mercedes 200 adorned her garage. I
couldn’t help but notice that the girls who lived under
her care all idolized her, because she was friendly to all
with her sweet mouth. “i started from the streets but now
i own all these” she said as she showed me round the
massive compound, while I smiled happily, thinking i had
finally gotten to the land flowing with milk and honey. I
was later introduced and handed over to a girl called
Ona, whose work was to help, educate and make me look
good, while Little winnie was taken away from me and
handed over to an old woman whom they called mama
nurse. “She will be better off in our nursery” the old
nurse had assured me as she carried my little girl, but I
still insisted on seeing the nursery, which after a little
hesitation, she led me to the extreme end of the main
house, through a hall-way and into a large room built
underneath. Cribs, toys, and clothes of various sizes
adorned the room making it look beautiful. “you see your
little angel will be properly cared for here, just keep
thanking Mady, she really cares for you girls” she
murmured with a smile, while i shrugged and said
nothing. The nursery truly was a paradise to behold,
compared to the store i used to live with my little girl, yet
it looked very creepy to me, making me a bit scared.
However i paid no heed to my feelings, thinking i felt
uncomfortable because it was the first time winnie was
leaving my care…. But i was very wrong.
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Mady sent for me later in the evening, Ona led me to see
her, leading me directly to Mady’s room. A well furnished
spacious room adorned with beautiful red curtains and a goldstar colour T.v. I couldn’t help but feast my eyes on the beautiful things surrounding me. Mady was comfortably sitting on her bed when we got there, a
newspaper resting on her laps, making her look like a female military administrator. She smiled as soon as she noticed our presence and nodded to Ona. “thanks for bringing her, you can now leave us” she said calmly to
Ona, who quickly obeyed and left the room, “come sit
here my dear” she said to me, pointing to a small chair
facing her bed, I nervously obeyed without a word, “hope
you are getting acquainted with your new home?” she
asked curiously, examining me with her eyes. “oh yes,
thanks alot, you are so kind” i replied gratefully. “Ona did
a good job with your hair. I like your new look” she said
smiling, while i blushed. “anyway i invited you here for
something important. I really can’t wait till tomorrow
because you know time is money, moreover i will like
you to sleep over what i have to tell you” she said slowly,
keenly observing my reaction. I nodded calmly, my heart
beating furiously. I couldn’t imagine what could be so
serious for her to invite me by that hour. 10:30pm the
wall clock in her room displayed. “i invited you here
because of your daughter winnie. I will very much love to
adopt her. She’s very cute and i promise she will have the
best life can offer.I will give you N200,000 ”she said. A
cold shiver ran through me.That was a huge amount,i
reasoned.At least with that,i could start up something.But
i beheld my daughter’s image and shook my head. ”I cant
accept it ma,i want to be with my daughter”i replied. “Go
and think about it.and talk to me tomorrow.Rememb
er,you dont need the child now.you dont have anybody
to take care of you.you have to move on with your life as
a young girl that you are”she finally said and dismissed
me. “N200,000!?,ona exclaimed,you are lucky.the other
time,she gave blessing N100,000 to have her child” I was
suprised at what ona said and i asked”where is the baby
now?” “nobody knows”she replied. ”and where is blessing
now?”i asked “Few days from now,you will start doing
what she is doing.you have to survive.use what you have
to get what you want” Her explanation baffled me.
“prostitution?God forbid.Over my dead body.That night,i
didnt get enough sleep,i was looking at the time to know
when it will be dawn,so that i will go to mady and
demand for my daughter and leave this place.I know God
wont reject me if everybody does. But do i think i would
get back my daughter so easily?
....Watch out for part 6.

My worst mistake Part 4

Good-day DAD” i greeted fearfully as he approached me,but he simply gave me a terrible look, spat and shook his head, “you are no daughter of mine, you are a big disgrace to my family, just look at yourself and what you have done to your future” he muttered with an angry tone, walked into mum’s shop cursing angrily. I was extremely disheartened and down casted. “dear lord open up the earth and swallow me, please” i knelt and cried. People passed by and watched me silently, some laughed, some murmured inaudible words, some scoffed, some sighed in pity, some shrugged and cursed my parents, but none came forward to help me. Not even my younger sisters. By 4pm that fateful day, i returned to my land-lady’s shop with a broken spirit and a weak body. There were tears in her eyes as she saw me walk in. She quickly offered me a chair before giving me a plate of rice. ‘Oh i really would have died that fateful day if not for her’. I can never forget all she did for me.
Our land-lady fondly called Mama Joy by everyone who knew her was a very kind hearted old woman, who managed to raise her three children all alone with the little profit she made from the small street corner “food- Joint” she owned. Her husband{our landlord} was just a well known drunkard and gambler who spent all the money he made from his old house, drinking and gambling. He really made‘pool promoters and agents’very wealthy with his stupidity. Mama Joy was thus forced to fight for her children alone, perhaps that was the main reason she felt and understood my plight.
“don’t worry my dear, i’ll talk to Gabe when he returns this evening, i really don’t understand men nor boys of nowadays” she assured me as i ate with a broken spirit.
“what will i do if Gabe refuses to listen to her” i wondered fearfully, “perhaps mama Joy will allow me work for her” i reasoned with a dry smile, “but where will i be sleeping” i asked myself sorrowfully. I really was very worried as we waited for Gabe to show up that fateful day. But to my extreme surprise, he came home by
9:30pm, dragging a young strange woman who looked like a whore with him. I was broken hearted, dejected and in tears. Mama Joy simply shrugged and held me. “that’s some of the things we poor women face in life, don’t let it bother you” she calmly advised. But something deep down told me i had lost Nnamdi forever. The little hopes i had were dashed that moment.
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“what do i do now?” i sobbed uncontrollably, “nothing my dear, absolutely nothing” mama Joy calmly replied and held me. “where do i lay my head tonight? Where do i go from here?” i asked unhappily, “my dear, do trust in God he alone has control over our destiny, don’t give up” she calmly advised. But i really was very heart broken and scared, because i knew i was lost in an unfriendly world where my own family rejected me. “my husband really won’t tolerate you staying with us, but i hope you can manage my store {storage room}, it’s very spacious and there is an old mattress in it” she said to me as i sobbed. I instantly looked at her hopefully, i never expected her to help me further, thus my delight and happiness as little hope fell on me. “you can stay there till you get a better accommodation, you can also come work for me in my restaurant and make small money for yourself, at least with it you can make better plans for your future. I just wish i’m a rich woman, i would have helped you more” she murmured. “oh don’t bother ma” you have done more than enough for me, something my own mum couldn’t do” i answered gratefully. That was how i found myself under Mama Joy’s care. I slept in her store at night and worked in her restaurant during the day. I worked tirelessly as i tried to discard my sorrows and earn something decent for myself. Gabe never for a day lifted a finger to help me nor ask of his daughter’s welfare, even though we do see each other everyday, Instead he continued making me jealous by bringing different girls to his room. His actions hurts me a lot but i pretended as if i didn’t care. I held my pride, suffered silently and never begged. Three months i suffered and toiled under Mama Joy’s care, until September when a good looking middle aged woman who patronized her restaurant came into my life, offering to help me raise my child. Her sweet tongue and behavior really convinced me of her good intentions that without second thoughts, i accepted her help against Mama Joy’s reservations. A week later I moved into the woman’s house without giving it a second thought. Little did i know that misfortune awaited me.
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Source: ANONYMOUS 

MY WORST MISTAKE PART 3

My dear stop crying and think ahead, crying over split milk dosen’t make any sense” our land-lady advised as she led me to her apartment.
“my life is useless i feel like dying” i wept, “my dear stop mocking God, he alone knows the reason he kept you alive, so don’t be ungrateful” she cautioned. “i however think you should leave your bag with me, return to your family and see if they will accept you” she advised minutes later, after i had calmed down a little. I cleaned my eyes and stared at her with prayers in my lips. “i pray they do, if not i’m stranded and doomed” I murmured with a broken spirit, knowing fully well the kind of parents i had. Only divine intervention could make them change their stand.
But I had no choice than to try my luck once again. I trekked from Igbariam to Nnaji-nwede street where my parents resided, carrying Winnie with me. I couldn’t afford using public transport that fateful morning, because i needed to make good use of the little money i had.
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Mum was the only one at home when i got there, making me relax a bit as i rested in her shop which was just in front of the house. The fire in her eyes died as soon as she saw me, tears quickly formed in them as she stared
at my weak body. “nne” was all she could mutter, while i swallowed hard with tears in my eyes. Other mothers would have reached out and carried their daughter’s child who equally was her grand daughter, but she didn’t, instead
stared at us with pity.
Even though she never did support dad’s harsh treatment towards me, she equally never condemned it, perhaps because i had five other younger sisters, whom they needed to protect by using my punishment as a lesson and example to them.
“mum help me please i have nowhere else to go, Gabe threw me out of his house this morning” i sobbed and knelt by her side with little winnie in my arms. She breathed deeply, scratched her head and stared at the ceiling.
“have you eaten today?” i heard her ask.
“no mum food isn’t my problem” i replied with tears.
“i have beans let me get some for you” she murmured, left her shop and went into the house to get a plate of beans for me.
She returned with it, dropped the plate on a small stool, and reluctantly carried little winnie, so that i could eat properly.
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“please be quick with it, because you have to leave before your dad shows up, I don’t want his problem today” she urged. Her comment really broke my heart, but i was already used to such comments. I rushed up with my meal,
washed my mouth and thanked her.
“now you can leave abeg” she murmured and gave me fifty naira, “use it to buy pap for your daughter” she added a bit coldly. I closed my eyes out of pain but tears refused to fall out.
“mum i have no-where to go” i reminded her, but all she
did was just to shrug. “it’s none of my business you aren’t our responsibility anymore, if you have any case, do present it to your father please and not to me” she replied nervously. Leaving me once again lost, confused and hopeless,
“how can i face dad when mum is behaving like this” I wondered.
I had hoped with time that their cold behaviour towards
me will reduce, but instead of reducing, it only increased.
“anwúómú ööö{i don die} here comes your dad” mum
exclaimed as she sighted him from afar seconds later,
instantly pushing me out of her shop.
I stood outside and waited for dad defiantly, with a Broken spirit and winnie in my arms, “whatever will be, will eventually be, let it happen now” I said myself as i waited for him to finish me..
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Watch out for part 4

MEN MARRY THE WOMEN THEY WANT TO MARRY

The idea that men are clueless allows them to get away
with all manner of bad behavior that would have been
intolerable just a generation or two ago.
Men know that most women want marriage. Women
need to know that many men will do everything in their
power to get all the benefits of marriage, except without
commitment. While you’re getting exasperated thinking
he’s stupid because he spends money on you, he’s ruining you.
Men understand women on a level that you can never
begin to grasp, because it’s from the mindset of a hunter.
And a good hunter has an intrinsic understanding of his
prey. Women make the mistake of thinking that they are
wiser than men. Immoral men understand a crucial component of the
female psyche: For most women: Hope springs eternal,
so if he plays his cards right, he can string you along for
years without proposing.
Most of us know at least one woman who waited for a
man to marry her, waited sometimes for a decade or
more. She played house with him, took care of him,
cooked, cleaned, etc. but he never married her.
Finally she ends the relationship and he marries the next
woman he dates after only six months or maybe less. I
think we all know a woman like this because it reinforces
something we already know: MEN MARRY THE WOMEN
THEY WANT TO MARRY. And if you’re not that woman you
are not just it. It’s absolutely foolish to play wife for a
man who can’t be bothered to actually marry you.
Bottom line is; if you've reached the point in your
relationship where it’s time for “The Talk” and it hasn't
happened, or he brushes it off when you raise the
subject, move on. Why? Because men who want to get
married, get married. It’s not that he’s not into marriage,
or he’s still dealing with “issues” from a previous
relationship, or whatever other folder he puts out there.
There’s only one reason a man doesn't get married: HE
DOESN'T WANT TO. At least, NOT TO YOU. Don’t fool yourself. A man who wants you will be rushing YOU to the altar. Why? Because he’s terrified that you’ll
get away from him. A man in love is all too aware that he
has a pearl beyond price. Further he knows there is a
plethora of other predatory males just waiting to snatch
her away.
You don’t have to beg him or persuade him or coerce
him, trap him with pregnancy or fast for days. The only
thing you’ll get for all your trouble is a decimated self-
esteem and the knowledge that you wasted your skinny
years on a man who didn't want you in the first place.

MY WORST MISTAKE PART 2!!!!

Gabe soon woke up, ignored my greeting, washed his

mouth and left the house without a word. I was terribly

scared because of the way he looked at me. I knew it was

just a matter of seconds before he kicks us out of his

room. I sobbed quietly as i lamented my fate. “My mates

are all with their parents, enjoying their lives and

planning for a brighter future. Here i’m suffering like a

refugee” i reasoned with tears. “only if i had listened to

him months ago and terminated my baby, i wouldn’t be

suffering in this manner” i said to myself bitterly. But

deep down in my heart i equally knew i rejected to do his

bidding because i couldn’t bear such guilt which would

have been terrible and unbearable. Winnie’s loud cry

soon calmed me. I quietly carried her, changed her

napkin, breastfed and sang a lullaby for her.

 He came in that moment eyeing us. “have you packed all your

things?” he asked coldly. I swallowed hard and stared at

him pleadingly. 

“please don’t do this to us” i begged, “we

are already managing well, i’ll start a trade very soon” i

added. He scratched his head uneasily and again eyed me

murderously, “do you call this life eeh? Abeg shut that

your dirty mouth” he barked, before grabbing all my

clothes which he dumped inside an old large bag, fetched

winnie’s things and equally dumped them in it. “here is

two hundred and fifty Naira {N250} it’s your transport

fare to your parents house, i have tried enough for you, i

won’t kill myself doing it mtcheeew” he muttered and

threw the money at me. Tears instantly fell

uncontrollably from my eyes, i had no where to go. I was

doomed, I dropped winnie on the bed, knelt and begged

him “please Gabe, please” i begged again and again,

but instead of my pleas to calm him, it infuriated him

tremendously. He slapped me hard, grabbed the bag and

threw it out of his room. “i will do the same to you and

this baby if you don’t leave peacefully” he threatened. I

stared at him heartbroken, and hungry, cursing the day i

granted him access to my body. The story of my love life

with Nnamdi really is a long one. An affair which never

should have happened in the first place had i ignored my

heart, because he really had nothing to offer me, yet i

foolishly fell in love with him. A very stupid teenage love

affair which i now regret. Love dosen’t work in an empty

stomach, neither does it work in an unsecured

environment. Gabe wasn’t in love with me any longer

because circumstances changed and he only saw me as a

burden to his miserable life. He totally ignored Winnie’s

cries, my pleas and our neighbours preachings as he

pushed us out of his house that fateful morning. A day i

was supposed to be happy because it was my birthday.

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WATCH OUT FOR PART 3

SOURCE: ANONYMOUS 

MY WORST MISTAKE PART 1

I woke up from sleep with a very terrible headache, while
hunger and fear occupied the rest of my body. Gabe who
was lying by my side instantly coughed, startling me. I
rubbed my eyes, got up from bed and smiled at little winnie
who was sleeping peaceful on her
cot. That fateful day was my 19th birthday, but instead of
being the happiest day of my life, it brought great
suspence, fear and sorrow with it. It was equally the last
day Gabe, my boyfriend and also little Winnie’s father
gave me to pack out from his room.
Our relationship suddenly turned sour when i got pregnant
for him. He never wanted me to keep the baby, but i refused
to terminate it leaving him with no choice than to accept
responsibility,when my parents threw me
out of their house. I was in SS3 when it happened, while he
was just a struggling brick layer and a motor mechanic
apprentice. We both were from poor backgrounds which
truly worsened everything. I was then left at his mercy, and
out of frustration he never allowed a moment to pass
without reminding me
of the hardship i was causing him and how unlucky i was.
Those were the moments i felt like killing myself. I admit i
made a terribly mistake by having unprotected sex and
getting pregnant for him, but harming my innocent baby
was what i really couldn’t do. I managed and struggled with
determination until i gave
birth to my little girl on 21st december 1988. Nnamdi on his
part grudgingly supported me by providing the little
he had which he never did without complaining, but the love
and joy my little girl brought into my life sustained
and gave me hope. As soon as little winnie was born, he
gave me six months to leave his house. At first i thought it was one of his
numerous careless comments, but as June slowly drew
near, he began singing it almost everyday in my ears.
Leaving me confused, demoralized and unhappy.
It really wasn’t as if he was spending much on us. I only
ate twice daily while little winnie survived on my breast
milk and few ‘Tins’ of baby milk concerned neighbours
especially our land-lady do give us.
The previous day {21st June}, he almost strangled me
simply because i begged him to allow us stay few more
months with him.
I had no money on me, no family to seek because to
them i was good as dead. Not even when i took little
Winnie to them months after she was born did their
mind change.
I murmured some prayers as i awaited my fate,
wondering where to go, when he eventually wakes up
and throws us out.
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• Watch out for Part 2..

SOURCE: ANONYMOUS

TO LOVE AND BE LOVED

It's easier for you to love someone than for them to love you in return, we all know the thrilling experience of falling in love, swooning, their voice makes you melt, leaves butterflies dancing in your stomach, when they smile, the whole world smiles with them just because you love them, but being loved is a whole different thing, knowing there is someone who makes your happiness their priority, who goes the extra mile to put a smile on your face, you smile, they smile, you cry, they want to wipe those silly tears away, just because they love you.

Unfortunately most times, we don't love the people who love us and the ones we love, doesn't love us in return, this circle goes on and on without ending, it's frustrating when you are trying to make someone see reasons why you love them, it's like pouring water into a basket, complete waste of time, you may catch a grenade for them according to Bruno Mars, jump in front of a train for them, they'd still not appreciate it, I sincerely don't blame those people or have a problem with them because you can't force the heart to love someone. I had a first hand experience with this, there was this guy I loved and cared for, I did everything just to please him, even to the extent of displeasing myself, but yet he didn't even care for me one bit, fast forward one year, I met another guy that loved me but I didn't, he would call, text, visit, care and yet I had no feelings for him, no matter how much I forced myself I couldn't show him the love he deserves, at that moment I realized it was what I was experiencing now, that the first guy was experiencing.

Some people are lucky to fall in love with someone who loves them, everything falls in place, the sun shines brighter, everything is perfect, they can go through thick or thin, just because they love each other, how many people can boast of loving someone, that they know sincerely loves them in return.

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

Love at first sight simply doesn't exist, you can not tell me you fell in love with me the very first time you saw me, it doesn't work that way sweetie, you don't know me, you don't know if am crazy, you don't know the kind of baggages I come with so I simply won't accept it.
I'd agree more with you if you said you were attracted to me the first time you saw me, it might have been the way I walked, the way I talked, the way I behaved, I would believe you and even take an interest in you.
Saying I love you on the first date just isn't it for me, don't expect it from me, I might like you but love on the first date no, when I hear my friends say am heads over heels in love after the first date, I am like please my dear next time don't wear heels if you can't handle it, wear flats instead, so you don't trip and fall. I do believe in love don't get me wrong, but I just don't believe in love at first sight, if I ask you when you knew you were in love with me, and you answer me with the love at first sight line, I am so not going to believe you its that simple.

This is my opinion on love at first sight, I would love to know yours.

ADVICE OF THE WEEK

So true

PAY UP!!!

I don't know how some people just behave, think or feel, like do you have conscience or something, you walked up to someone, pleaded, begged, cried, stalked them because you needed their help with money or few change, they gave you out of the kindness of their heart, pay back it becomes a big problem, you go about spoiling their name saying mean things just because they want their own money back. It never ceases to break my heart when someone complains about a debtor that refuses to pay up, I mean how will you feel if someone does that to you. This act of borrowing, buying without paying has ruined so many, friendship, family, relationship, caused so many fights and quarrels, I simply can't be friends with someone who will take from me without paying back, as a person I do not know how to walk up to someone to tell them pay me back my money, I simply expect the thing that pushed you to come borrow from me to push you to pay back, but because you don't ask they walk about happy like argh she has forgotten to ask me for the money, NO I didn't forget, I simply expected you to return it without me demanding for it.

This is the reason I don't give out money I can't let go, I'd rather dash you the money than borrow it out. My friend Stella called me the other day crying about how she borrowed a huge sum of money to a friend of hers since last year, now she's in need of the money, paying back becomes a big problem, the friend no longer picks her call, blocked her on Facebook, and all other social networks, she even went to the extent of telling their mutual friends that she (stella) has been going around spoiling her name because of a little sum of money she lent her, I mean why are some human beings like this, that's just too much drama. 

BEING STINGY OR BEING PRUDENT???

(To Whom It May Concern)....especially  Naija Ladies !!!
NOT ALL MEN ARE STINGY, AND NOT ALL MEN ARE BROKE! ..Rather, THEY ARE ONLY BEING PRUDENT, i.e MANAGING! Its so funny how most Girls "NOT
LADIES", call men STINGY!... Now, Lets break this through..
*If a man can feed himself at least, 2- 3square meal a day,
*If he can clothe himself without borrowing/stealing them,
*If he can Rent an Apartment "No matter how small" without
squat ting, Furnish it to his comfort,,
*If he can Provide for his Family "Parents/ Siblings", and
still Hustles,,,
Tell me, How then is he Broke Or Stingy?
Oh! Because he doesn't spend on you as Much as you see other Girls being Expensively spent on by Players /Married He-Goats, and you expect him to Close
his Account on you, then he's stingy huh?.. Hmmmm! # smh
Well! There's this quote mostly used by
Strong Ambitious women, said "WHAT A MAN CAN DO, A WOMAN CAN DO BETTER".. So tell me, If your man is out there hustling, what are you yourself, doing?,, Just sit, chew gums, chat, Paint face, Look for who to take you out,
And Expect Expensive Provisions as your Provider "ADAMU" he is, abi??,, Sorry to break this to your knowledge, Some You Girls are GREEDY &LAZY if you tag Men as BROKE and STINGY.. You take take take and Not give, and you say,
"Afterall; I give him SEX to his satisfaction",,,then you have given back his deeds??
Oh! And to this SEX is to your own dissatisfaction abi?..
Tell me,, How many of you girls care how your Man lives??,,
How his day goes??,,
How he hustles out there whether in an empty stomach, or
good health??,, How he makes his money??,, Infact, How he
survives??.. Do you even care to know if he Saves??.. because
Saving is very very important in life, as it meets up Set Plans/
Achievements.. Abi u don see where person no get savings dey Build house,
Buy car & live Comfortably?.. Though I'm not Generalizing
here, but only pointing out that you should STOP CALLING MEN BROKE & STINGY,,, because when you go out there yourself and Hustle, then would you Understand what it is to be Prudent.. You can't say these men are not
trying their best on you, Rather, just learn to appreciate the
little they can afford for you.. If you need anything of a
LARGE EXPENSE, please don't hesitate to either ask your
parents for it, Uncle's &Aunts, Or better still, Go work for it
like your Mates are out there working.. Thank you!
(Are u against this post....Yes or no ..oya feel free to drop
your comments)

Source Adeola oye

SOME DAYS, I BREAK!!!

Human beings are emotionally strong at different level, we all have how best we handle emotional pain or trauma, some spend a day, some it takes months, some years, we all have our different ways we handle it.
Each passing day, you see me smiling, laughing not because I don't have pains or within me I am settled, you see me that way, because I have found out, that it is best to smile, raise your head up and say everything is fine, when someone asks you, I know a problem shared is half solved, but it's also a new topic for gossip, I have been burned so I know how best to keep my problems and walk around with a smile.
Some days I won't remember, some days, it is like am walking with all the problems in the world on my shoulders, but yet I find the strength to get up, dress up and show up, but yet some days I break, I feel the pang of the pain I have been holding inside for long, gnawing at the flesh on my chest seeking for a way of escape, all I can do is curl up into a ball at an extreme corner and cry, what else do I have to do other than to cry, if am fortunate for one hour, sometimes through out the night, it's not my wish for me to break but because am human, made of flesh and blood, with raging feelings emanating from work stress, school stress, family stress, relationship stress, breaking down means I can pick my self up and try again and again till I attain the level of balance I desire.
All I am saying is it is okay and normal to break down, but what is not okay is giving up and staying at that level, pick up your emotions, rearrange them appropriately and try again, keep trying. Our hearts is one fascinating organ, it goes through so much pain but yet bounces back again and again.

KNOW YOUR WORTH!!!

Dear girls.
I heard you like bad boys. Those guys who act like they
don't care about you,which makes you try harder to make
them like you. Those guys who wouldn't reply to your texts
until later on,which makes you wait around & miss him
more. Those guys who act distant from you,which makes
you try harder to get their attention. Those guys who know
they can get a lot of girls,which makes you more afraid to
lose them. Those guys who would show you they're
interested one day then act different the next day,which
makes you too confused to make the decision to leave him.
Those guys who will make you fall for them but they can
care less,which makes you stuck & not being able to move
on cause you care too much. Has anyone ever told you you
deserve better than that? You probably have & you know
what? It's about time you realize that... If a guy likes
you,he'll meet you halfway. Simple as that. Don't settle for a
bad boy when you deserve a good man.
# KnowYourWorth

SHALLOW THINKERS

Have you ever argued with somebody, and you were like WOW such ignorance. I don't like arguing, I prefer giving you reasons to make you see reason with me, if I succeed fine, if I don't no problem, I keep wondering where some people get the strength to argue on and on and on without getting tired, I just can't no no, I simply do not have time for that, once I discover your level of reasoning is low I just stop immediately, I wouldn't want to start exchanging words so other people won't think I have lost my senses.

I recently had the opportunity to work with a graduate of petroleum engineering for three months, and me been me like to get to know people, I talked with him, said jokes, one day I was like I would love to visit Dubai and stay in one of their hotels even if it's just for a night, to spoil myself a little, and the next thing I heard from the guy was that let me use my cap locks "ALL LADIES WHO LODGE IN HOTELS ARE PROSTITUTES" I was shocked, dumbfounded to say the least, I tried explaining to him that, the hotel industry was made to satisfy the needs of both sexes making available shelter, food and other things, I gave an instance of what if his wife had an appointment in another city, she doesn't know anybody, no friends no relations, where would she stay, he said he would look for someone or his friends even male, for her to spend the night or she would forfeit the appointment, at that point I rested my case, because it was obvious arguing with him won't change anything but will only succeed in making me look like an idiot.

In a nutshell what he meant was that any female whoever you are, where ever you are as long as you've lodged in a hotel at any point, you a prostitute.

I find people that think this low appalling, I term them SHALLOW THINKERS, what they know is correct, what you know is wrong, you just have to agree with what they know, simple as A B C, you argue at your own risk, do nott even bother, when you notice someone with this disease because it is a disease just keep mute, or he or she would classify you as the Shallow thinker.

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Why Programmes Are Repeated On Pay-TV

Around the world, pay-TV audiences sometimes complain about programme re-runs, preferring to be served fresh content every time. Legitimate preference. But it is the nature of pay-TV that programmes are re-run. In an era of 24-hour programming, multichannel and multimedia broadcast, it is impossible not to repeat TV content. 

A major reason is that costs associated with pay-TV content are so huge that subscribers will be unable to pay if fresh content were to be served every time. Content, it bears repeating, is acquired by pay-TV companies at very huge costs from the producers and owners. It also costs a king's ransom to produce. 

For a pay-TV company to continually show fresh content, the cost has to be borne by somebody: the subscriber. 
Movie content, for example, is produced in huge quantities by movie industries worldwide, with Hollywood, Nollywood and Bollywood accounting for the greatest number of productions. Movie content, or any content for that matter, takes time to produce. Movies, in particular, are often first shown in cinemas before  being broadcast on other platforms, through which producers earn additional income.

Content owners, like the big TV networks, allow their content to be distributed by pay-TV companies only of successful exposing them on other platforms like the Cinemas,  video on demand (like the DStv BoxOffice) and DVD. This strategy is financially viable only when enough episodes of a television programme are produced to make the series valuable to distributors through syndication.

The re-run system, particularly as it supports syndication, has become the economic foundation on which the TV industry does business. Deficit from production can only be recouped if the programmes goes into syndication. It is only when a programme is sold into syndication that the profits to owners are likely to be huge and sufficient to pay off the cost of financing of original original productions and to support the development of other programmes. The entire system is dependent on a sufficient market for re-run programmes, a market composed of independent television stations,  international television systems and on an economical means of reproduction. 
Without re-runs, pay-TV companies will have to buy tonnes of content to keep up with the demand of fresh content. Can they afford to pay? Certainly not. Is there enough time to produce enough programmes to fill the 24/7 requirements of modern television? Very unlikely.

Re-runs and repeats are not used merely to ease production schedules and cut costs. They are also a product of contractual agreements between content owners and pay-TV companies. During contractual negotiations, content owners often demand from pay-TV companies that their content be broadcast, say 10 times, at peak viewing periods and less frequently at other times. This means that the control over how many times TV content is shown is shared with the owners and not pay-TV companies, which are merely content vendors. Movie content producers specify the number of times their films are shown when negotiating with pay-TV companies. Going against such agreements will certainly spell breach of contract. 

It will also put a defaulting  pay-TV company in the bad books of a content creator. And if a top-notch content creator withholds its content from the pay-TV company, the latter is at a big risk of losing subscribers.

Aside from this, programme re-runs are actually necessary for TV because one person's repeat is another person's chance to watch. Since occupational and social demands make it impossible for everyone to watch TV at the same time, programme re-runs afford those unable to watch at a certain time the opportunity of catching up on their favourite content. They also serve the purpose of those who may want to want to re- watch.

 Even in these days of video-on-demand (VOD) services and Value Added Services like DSTV Catch-up,  repeated content still has its place. Not everyone uses VOD or DSTV Catch-Up, meaning that many have to depend on re-runs to watch their favourite content if they are not available when it is first broadcast.

 And for kids' programming, research has shown that repetition has positive implications for education by providing optimal comprehensibility and audience retention.

In the early days of television, most programming was live. This required the continuous production of new programmes which, once aired, were gone. Certain program formats, such as variety, talk, public affairs, quiz, sports, and drama were dominant on the airwaves. With the exception of variety and drama, each of these formats is inexpensive to produce, therefore the creation of live weekly or daily episodes worked well for broadcasters. Television at the time was not a 24 hour event. 
But the nature of television like everything else has changed. The financial and logistical demands for twenty four hour programming has made program re- runs unavoidable.

SOURCE: Linda Ikeji

BROKEN REMOTE!!!

I totally love when someone who use to make you do anything just because they ask, suddenly appear in your life and expect things to be the same, noooooo, that boat has sailed and it's gone forever, they feel because they say jump, you ask how high, or they need something, you go out of your way just to make them happy, they can leave and come back when they want or when they like. Some people seriously need to know that they are in past, and they should stay there, not coming back hoping to mess up the perfect world you've created for yourself.
I had a friend then, who when in trouble calls on me, I didn't care about the time, place I was always running to solve, to render help in anyway possible way, he got into financial trouble I helped out, sacrificed every dime I had to my name just to make sure he was happy and okay, I needed his help, I didn't even see his break light, he avoided my calls, my texts, pretended I wasn't in trouble fast forward two years, everybody moved on with their lives, one day I got a message on Facebook from him that he needed a huge sum of money and was in a fix, and that I was the only one he could rely on, I was so ooo tempted to laugh and send him on his way, but instead I calmly told him I didn't have such a money, and he gave me the shock of my life, when he suggested I borrowed on his behalf, that the girl he used to know would do anything for him, I just had to remind him that, the so called girl is in the past, and she is not coming back
Most times we wonder why people treat us the way they do, it's because we let them, we give them the chance to do it, if someone think they have the remote to control you into doing things they won't do for you DESTROY that remote, or better still take them and leave them in the past, you don't need such toxic people in your life.

WEB OF CONFUSION

My phone rang, no caller ID, I have this long standing rules of not picking up calls with no caller ID, but that day, I did, The sound of your HELLO!! Did magical things to me, all this while I thought I was strong enough to boldly say I am over you, been there done that or good riddance to bad rubbish, the sound of your voice made me forget the thousand promises I had made to friends, I am never going to talk to him, I will never feel anything for him, I am so over him, he doesn't move me anymore, I was scared of the effect a simple Hello did to me, letting down all my defenses I said Hello too, I know the way you sound when you are tired happy, sad, confused, crying and trying to hide it, I think love does this weird thing of making you notice tiny little things about the one you love, you sounded broken, I miss you, I regret letting you go, God is punishing me for leaving you with the kind of girl I am with now, I wanted to drag you close and comfort you, but then I remembered how I cried, begged you not to go, I wanted to start singing for joy, because KARMA was doing wonders for me, but No your unhappiness was still my unhappiness, all I could do was offer words of encouragement and relationship advise, you begged for me to come back, I am tempted to, but I wasn't  ready to share a man with anyone, I wasn't ready to be the reason someone's relationship broke up, just the same way mine did , I missed you and wanted you in my arms again but common sense stops me from been dragged into your Web of confusion.