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Friday, December 20, 2013

Introducing: 9N Writers Block Series, Win Free Movie Tickets

Hello Guys, Starting this week, the team at 9jaNinja.com is launching an interactive initiative to reach out to you our readers. The first project on the interactive initiative is the  "Writer's Block Series". This will give you our readers an opportunity to be heard and reach a daily audience of at least 200,000 people via 9jaNinja the fastest growing Entertainment and Lifestyle website in Nigeria. Every week you our readers would be given the opportunity to mail in your articles, short stories, listicle, poems and pop culture bants. We would pick one article every week and at the end of the month the writers of the weekly articles will be rewarded with special gifts which could range from a movie ticket to cash and also an opportunity to become a permanent guest blogger on this platform with a monthly allowance. 

How to Enter:
1. Write an Article, Short Story( 800 words Maximum), Listicle, Report, Poem, Inspirational Write Up, Music Review or Pop Culture Bant

2. Attach a picture and a short but intelligently witty bio (less than 200 characters) of  yourself, your phone number and Twitter/Facebook handles

3. Mail your article to adetoyesesokunbi@gmail.com/9janinja9@gmail.com and await a reply. 


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9N Writers Block Series: (A Short Story) Awry Perceptions by Seun Salami (@YMBosslady)



This is another episode of the 9ja Ninja: Writer's Block Series. Today we will be reading an awesome piece by Seun Salami an Accounting Student of Babcock University, Ogun State, Nigeria. Enjoy.


Awry Perceptions

You never know how you're going to die. Nothing really prepares you. Nothing prepares you for the enigma that is death. No religion or history books, no field of philosophy, no collection of beliefs. Nothing. But yet i lay here, blood seeping out of my body in a consistent red flow and all i felt was numbness. Numbness alongside conscious thinking. It felt like my thoughts were bleeding too. Every memory formed from my childhood up till this point beaming into my mind in nano short flashes. Darkness coiled around me and I was certain I was going to die. I closed my eyes.
Blackness. 
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"Are you fucking him?" He yelled at me again. The deep toned voice sending a thunderous echo through the empty house. "Answer me goddammit!" He said now moving towards my cowering frame as I was slowly backing out of the kitchen. "Baby, we're just colleagues at work, there's nothing between us"  I replied. "Just colleagues, he called to ask if your husband was at home, is that what you do behind my back? Is it?" His eyes widened like he wanted to drill a hole through me. "No baby it was an innocent flirt I'm sure, just calm down while I explain. The doctor said you should always be calm" I said in between sobs. "Again with that damn doctor, so I'm insane now, I'm a mad man?" Raising his voice higher than before. "No baby but the doctor..." He lunged at me as I tried to run out of the kitchen. I never made it there. In a blur of movement, a jackhammer seemed to strike me in the chest, knocking me back. My arms shot out instinctively, and I felt an electric shock in my left forearm. The bottle of red wine i was holding dropped from my frail hands splattering shards of glass across the room 
Discontinuity.
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My next perception was sharp paralysing pain in my chest, as a great weight pressed my ribs. My chin was being forced up and back and a large piece of the broken red wine bottle pressed against the back of my neck as blows rained on my head. A woman’s laughter coming from the TV. A liquid chugging sound to my right: Blorp blorp blorp. But the center of my universe was the demon face above me, its features twisted into a hateful mask. His knee pressed harder, so hard I thought my ribs would crack. The broken bottle slowly pierced into the back of my neck as I vainly tried to breathe past the agony. "No, baby, no" My mouth formed the words, with no air to give them voice as the glass on the floor cut through my neck.

He looked into my eyes for a split of a second, Then all of a sudden his eyes widened and he was off me, he looked at his bloody hands and jerked off like he had been pushed off me and ran out of the kitchen. I lay there losing too much blood but too weak to stand up. My head throbbed and the shards of glass scattered all over the floor had left cuts everywhere on my skin. This is madness, I should be running, but why wasn't I? 

The footsteps approached and before i could move, he came for me again,  "Don't touch me" i managed to shout, "don't you fucking touch me" I repeated. But he still came "I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry, let me help you, ìfę mi, I won't hurt you again" the voice a sharp contrast from the monster i was sure a few minutes ago would take my life. He reached for me this pulling my ragged body close. "i know i lose control sometimes, i'm sorry. but its because i love you" I could feel his body heat and hear the faint beating of his heart as he sobbed uncontrollably like a child. He carried my weightless body. My blood dripping all over the white kitchen tiles. He bust into full tears as he carried me, I looked into his eyes and stifled a smile. 

As he carried me to the car he kept on repeating "i won't hurt you anymore" i know he said that last time. This might be last or maybe second to the last, I can't really tell, but i'm not leaving this man. Judge me all you want. Call me stupid, for remaining in this relationship, but we are told to face our demons, well... Its a shame i am in love with mine. 

By Seun Salami (@YMBosslady)

Textbook awesome. Notebook classy. Scrapbook fun. Feminist. Actress. Connoisseur. Boss Lady.

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Tuesday, December 17, 2013

9N Writers Block Series: (Poem) A Day To God by Akin Adegoke (@Mcbizzy)



This is the first post from the 9ja Ninja: Writer's Block Series. Today we will be reading a brilliant piece by Akin Adegoke a Psychology Student of the St Cloud State University, Minnesota, U.S.A. Enjoy.

Poem: A Day To God

The pen is mightier than the sword, as I face my worldly challenge
In the scale of justice and my heart remains balanced and neutral
My respect for all men is mutual
As my thoughts surpass a level to which you devils compute to
You've been given the chance to hear the true and living
So do the knowledge, before wisdom
So you can understand, how the thunder and-
Lightning above your head is caused by the Son of Man
We experimentin' with high explosions
That cause the place to quake and the surface erosions
The earth produce lava like the mouth produce saliva
This wisdom goes deeper than your scuba diver
In search for the pearl jewels sold to deliver me
My verbal heart symphony will strike the epiphany
Insight, ignite, and then men might, see love and hell
Hell and right, then excel, to be masters of your circumference
First, by obtainin' mastery of your common sense
This supreme wisdom clears a man's vision
You can see it through the lies and the fanatism
Of the equivocal, two-faced political individual
Who's only out for residual, fabricatin' lies
To eradicate the wise
But we come to civilize and gravitate to the skies
Of the heavenly celestial sphere
Trust me, son, it's dear, in between your ears

A day to God is a thousand years.
Men walk around with a thousand fears.
The true joy of love brings a thousand tears.
In the world of desire, there's a thousand snares.

By Akin Adegoke (@McBizzy)

If actually Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone, then i am already greater than most. Introspective Writer. Black on Both Sides. African to the bone. 

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Thursday, December 12, 2013

TIME Magazine Crowns Pope Francis Person Of The Year

Pope Francis Is Time's Person of the Year

Pope Francis

For 2013's Time'a Person of the Year, Pope Francis was crowned. The award was Announced December 11th  Wednesday morning.

"He took the name of a humble saint and then called for a church of healing," says the newsweekly, which, like PEOPLE. is published by Time Inc. "The septuagenarian superstar is poised to transform a place that measures change by the century."

What "makes this Pope so important," explained Time, "is the speed with which he has captured the imaginations of millions who had given up on hoping for the church at all. People weary of the endless parsing of sexual ethics, the buck-passing infighting over lines of authority when all the while (to borrow from Milton), 'he hungry Sheep look up, and are not fed.' In a matter of months, Francis has elevated the healing mission of the church ... above the doctrinal police work so important to his recent predecessors."


Sunday, December 8, 2013

Photo: Teacher At A Christian Missionary School In Nude Picture Scandal

Christian School Suspends Teacher After Stolen Nude Pics Show Up Online

An Ohio woman who teaches at a private Christian prep school in the Cincinnati area was placed on administrative leave this week after having stolen nude photos of her posted on a "revenge porn" website.
The woman, a fifth-grade science teacher at Cincinnati Hills Christian Academy,filed a stolen iPhone report on November 24th — one day after the photos surfaced online.
Despite being the victim of at least two crimes, the school decided to place the teacher, a married mother, on leave this Tuesday while they conduct an investigation.
"We have an employee who appears in some photos that have been compromised and made digitally available," school spokeswoman Jennifer Murphy said in a statement.
Parents of students reportedly welcomed the news of the teacher's suspension.
"The woman is already a victim," said one anonymous parent, speaking on behalf of others. "But this being a Christian school, parents are upset that a teacher is even taking naked pictures and sending them to people — and...her students are old enough to get online and Google their teacher's name and the photos come up."
It's unclear how the photos became public knowledge but WCPO suggests they may have been forwarded to someone at the school, most likely after they were published on infamous reputation-ruining website TheDirty.com.
"We don't know the intent as to how it was provided," said Murphy, the school's spokeswoman. "Our goal at this time is to inform faculty and staff and make sure we have minimal disruptions. We are a Christian school and a Christ-centered environment. We don't want to compromise the learning environment for our children."
Culled from: Gawker
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Saturday, December 7, 2013

Femme Diaries: Ocean Blue Part II (Curious Love)

"So you're an half-breed? i asked downing another glass of the red wine. Lunch went by faster than I could remember my strange but growing attraction to Anna and her intoxicating presence wasn't making things any easier. She asked me to hang out with her at her hotel. My head went off ringing, but i was feeling so weird on the inside starting with my attraction to this woman and the way i felt flattered by the unusual attention i was getting from a fellow woman. That I decided not to question my emotions. All i wanted to do was to have a good time no matter what comes along with that package. I sat down opposite her at the hotel's pool side feeling very light headed. "Yeah, my mum is Turkish" she replied. "Okay so I'm here with you, what are we doing for fun besides getting drunk at a pool side" I blurted after some seconds of another awkward silence. "What do you want to do?" She asked me in response. "I dunno" I scoffed "I just want to have fun I guess" I added. "How about we create memories you and me?" She asked again. "Memories?" I gave a sarcastic chuckle" In how many hours ma'am, you're leaving tomorrow and I have to get back to school" I said pouring another glass of wine. "We already have all the time we need, and please stop with the wine I want you to remember this" she said standing up "Remember what?" I inquired with a smirk on my face. "Lets go to my room". I stood up trying to gain my balance, my legs felt very woozy from the wine. I swaggered behind this weird woman following her to her room. 

As she closed the door behind her I sat on the soft bed, taking in the atmosphere of the posh room. Despite my semi-drunk state i could still tell this room was among the top suites in the hotel. It was furnished to taste. "Girl got class" I thought to myself. "Are you okay?" She asked as she sat beside me. "Yeah, tired though" I replied lazily swaying my eyes all around her form. She brought her face closer to mine her blue eyes fixated on my lips. Then it happened so quickly, so unprecedented, next thing i felt her soft lips across mine. I froze and stayed there, I didn't kiss her back, nor did I pull away, she tasted like sweet lemons and red berries. Then finally I had the nerve to move and I curled away, slowly dragging my face backwards. "I'm not a errr..." I started. "A what?" She slowly interrupted, her hand pulling away the hair on my face. "I'm not a lesbian, I'm flattered and all, but I'm not gay" I said in almost whispers. She pulled my face to hers again, but I turned away "Is there anybody who is? why do you people like labels?, being gay or straight what's it matter? I like you and I am attracted to you, why must it be about society's labels?" She asked without a hint of anger in her tone. I sighed looking away and avoiding her gaze. "What if told you i was not gay either and if a guy i find attractive were to walk in, i would still seduce him?" she continued "You couldn't take your eyes off me. When I kissed your wine stained lips it took you too long to move away. You're curious and that's okay" I just nodded in a shaky response, thoughts of her lemony lips lingered on in my senses and I was starting to doubt my own convictions. "I understand and Well you could be my curious love?" She said. "What's a curious love?" I chuckled "This means i can entertain your curiosity and if this gets too uncomfortable you can say so and i will take you back to school. Let me be your experiment" she pulled closer to me again kissing my cheek. I didn't pull away. "How about we go get dinner?" she said after a while of looking into my confused eyes. "I'm not hungry" I replied "do you want to leave?" She asked calmly. Then I replied "Kiss me again". She smiled and moved closer pulling my face to hers. "Are you sure?" she asked me. "Do it while the offer stands" i replied with our foreheads and slightly touching. She placed her lips over mine and she kissed me again. The smell of her perfume wafted my into senses and slowly I kissed her back, and reached for her face.

She slowly took my sweatshirt off as We fell to the bed kissing and she asked "you're not by any chance drunk are you?" Keeping our faces close enough as she spoke. "Nah, I'm sober enough to remind myself your beautiful ocean blue eyes are not real and you need to take out that lens" I replied. She chuckled "okay, smart ass, I just didn't want to have to remind you about the memories I am about to create in the morning" she said as she straddled me and started kissing downwards, I completely let go and let the flow take me.


Thanks for reading another page out of Bimbo Davies' Femme Diaries. If you missed the first part of this episode click here

Friday, December 6, 2013

Femme Diaries: Ocean Blue (Curious Love)


I looked into the same page like i had done a hundred times already. Hoping my tired brain cells would grasp something this time. I wasn't even sure I could register looking at letters, talk more of words or sentences. Philosophy was a boring course to read and this mental exhaustion only meant I needed a break. The problem was getting someone to watch over my seat and the secluded area of the library I sat offered no respite for that. My table usually for four was occupied by only me, the nearest person was two tables away and zoned off on his iPad . I dropped my head to the table, determined to rest my brain nonetheless. I didn't know how many minutes had passed until someone tapped my table, I raised my head to see the most beautiful pair of blue eyes in the world. "Hello, is this seat taken?" she asked pointing at the empty seat opposite me. "No, you can take it" I replied as the slightly-older, super light-skinned female that proceeded to sit opposite me came into full view. Instantly i felt the intimidated by this woman's larger than life presence. This woman's beauty was unreal. She wore a black jumpsuit. The "v" at the neck of the jumpsuit was so low, when she bent to seat i was looking straight into the nakedness of her light-skinned breasts. She sat down and drew out some study catalogues and her MacBook laptop. Rich girl alert!

"You're staring" she said after a while without raising her gaze, snapping me out of the same trance her presence put me In. "Uhn?" I replied with a low giggle, trying to sound surprised. She dropped her catalogue and looked up "You're staring, that's discomforting. If you want to ask me something just ask. Staring is rude" she added then went back to her books. The confidence in her words struck me first the rest of it just seemed to whiz by my hearing. "Urmm.. Ha.. I'm sorry" I said blushing and pulling the hair on my face to the back of my ears. " it's....just your eyes" I said finally. "What about it?" She replied without meeting my gaze which for some desperate reason I needed her to do. " it's blue contact lens obviously, got anything else to ask there Sherlock?" She said without flinching. I was startled by her quick and composed response and mostly belittled, still   i was un-insulted. I didn't shake my stare either. I just sat there star struck staring uncontrollably. After a while of silence she spoke again "Okay, sorry if I sounded rude, my name is Anna" I just smiled in response, looking into her blue eyes. 

Over the next 30 minutes, in library-whispers we exchanged enough information about each other to have a proper conversation, without me staring or saying something stupid like I did around really cute guys. She was a masters student from Babcock University doing study research in U.I. She had been in Ibadan all week, it was her last day. Confidence aside, i like to pretend i was a good judge of character so she immediately struck me as an intelligent person. After exhausting small talk data to exchange about each other, I tried to study again. Burying my face once more in my notes, as my brain scrambled into sanity. I finally felt myself assimilating, I raised my gaze to look around the library wing when I saw her staring. I blushed and dropped my face back to my books. I felt very weird. I could still feel her staring, it was like she was looking into my soul. "You're cuter when you're serious" she said after a while. "What?" I chuckled failing woefully at avoiding the blush forming on my cheeks. "You heard me babe" she replied now looking back into her notes. "Babe?..,Are you flirting with me or am I hearing this wrong?" I replied furiously blushing. She narrowed her eyes on my face again. "Hey I'm starving, lets get out of here. I heard Ibadan has KFC now, lets grab lunch" she said suddenly totally ignoring my question. At this point the weirdness I was feeling made my knees ache. " urrm, I would come with you but I have to finish these notes" I replied avoiding her gaze, "it's just lunch Bimbo, I didn't ask you to marry me" she said standing up up pack her books. I chuckled looking around the empty library wing "Who makes a marriage inference with a fellow girl?" I asked. She narrowed her gaze to my chest level and returned to my face with a grin "Well I do" she said turning to leave. "You coming? I'm paying". 



Thanks for reading another page out of  the Femme Diaries of Bimbo Davies. The second part of this story will come online later today.



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Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Meet The Top 32 Nigerian Celebrities Of 2013



Red Sheet lifestyle and entertainment magazine released a December issue with a feature article of the "Top 32 Celebrities Of The Year". The cover of the magazine is grazed by these famous 32. The compilation included; Jim Iyke, Wizkid, Ini Edo, Iyanya, Yvonne Nelson, Oge Okoye, Dakore, Susan Peters, Yeni Kuti, 2face Idibia, Annie Idibia, Rukky Sanda, Majid Michel, Dr Sid, Chioma Akpotha , Nse Ikpe, Tiwa Savage Balogun, Flavour, Davido, Omawumi, Lynxxx, AY Makun, Kcee, Sean Tizzle, Anna Banner, Uche Jumbo, Uti Nwachukwu, Helen Paul, Chika Ike, Patience Ozorkwo, Denrele and Karen Igho.



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Monday, December 2, 2013

Femme Diaries: Lunch (a Curious Love Excerpt)

Coming Soon, Femme Diaries: Curious Love 

An hour later i sat at a KFC in Bodija, struggling to chew the last chicken piece. My stomach was so full it ached. "Okay Anna, I'm going to need you to drive me back to school" I said giving a low burp. She gave a funny look encouraging my mannerless burp "Hey, this is my last day  Ibadan, thought we'd hangout, besides I bought you lunch you owe me" she replied. "Ha-ha" i giggled "You blackmailed me into this lunch,  what will we do anyway?". "We could hangout In my hotel for a while I'll drive you back to school later " she replied with a mouthful chewing with so much grace.  "I could call some friends do it sleep-over style, it'll be fun" I added as I watched her facial expression change into a frank but extremely flirtatious focus. Dropping the piece of chicken in her hands she asked "Are you afraid of being alone with me?" a smile slowly pulled itself at the corner of her lips.  Her question caught me off guard, i gave a fake laugh and replied  "Afraid? No, should I be? you're being weird." I said frankly "I did just meet you 3 hours ago and i let you drive me to lunch. Naturally i should be afraid. But I'm not. If I was  I wouldn't be here or is there something  I should be worried about?" I added grinning.  "I like you, how do you feel about that?" she asked licking chicken crumbs off  her blood-red lips and staring into my eyes. This question caught me off guard again. Women can like fellow women right? I felt like I had the answer  but my lips refused to mouth any response. After a few seconds of silence but just staring into blankness and muttering inaudible words, she chuckled and pulled at my left cheek "C'mon pumpkin face, lets go before I have to kiss you" she stood up walking toward the exit as I trotted behind her praying to God I didn't just hear this woman threaten to kiss me. As I stood up I could hear my head ringing "Bimbo this is a bad idea" I chuckled out loud, "I think I like this bad idea"

Coming Soon, Femme Diaries: Curious Love 


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Thursday, November 28, 2013

The RIDD.I.CC DOUBLE EP - C-Slake (@CerebralSlake) (Listen and Download)


Cerebral Slake, also known as C-Slake, finally drops his Double EP
titled ”The RIDD.I.CC” consisting of two separate EPs; the first
being ”The Recluse In Drowsy Doldrums EP” and the other being
”Cerebro Cyborg EP”. C-Slake caps a largely successful 2013, for
himself, with this one-of-a-kind double EP release. His versatility
has never been in question and it is littered all over this project.
Starting off his music career officially in January 2012 with the
release of his first single titled ”Move Over”, C-Slake spent the
rest of 2012 delivering killer verses on different songs and mixtapes
he was featured on. Towards the end of 2012, he announced the release
of this project and kicked off 2013 with the first single in February
titled CKN II. He went on dropping more singles off the project
showcasing different sides to his sound. He has stated that he is
heavily influenced by 2Pac, Drake, Black Hippy, KR, Wale, J. Cole,
Jhene Aiko and other artistes of diverse genres. Here, he presents his
”Strobey Music” which he often describes simply as ”Utopia
Sounds.”
DOWNLOAD THE PRE-RELEASE SPOKENWORD TRACK HERE FOR THE RIDD.I.CC EP DOWNLOAD
Full Tracklist!
1. Yesterday’s Paper (Un Intro) DOWNLOAD
1ST EP – RIDD(The Recluse In Drowsy Doldrums)
2. Strobe Lights [Prod. By C-Slake] DOWNLOAD
3. In My Head (Feat. Ray-Ray) [Prod. By Ray-Ray] DOWNLOAD
4. Slave (F. Juzt Courage & Charms) [Prod. By Charms] DOWNLOAD
5. Broken Dreams [Prod. By T-mE] DOWNLOAD
6. Trippy [Prod. By Oji] DOWNLOAD
7. Friends With Benefits [Prod. By T-mE] DOWNLOAD
8. Interlude DOWNLOAD
2ND EP – (Cerebro Cyborg)
9. CKN II (Deux Intro) DOWNLOAD
10. Tres Renegatus (F. Ray Ray & Zuki) [Prod. By D-Tone] DOWNLOAD
11. PowerDigm (F. Tony Michele) [Prod. By Ray Ray] DOWNLOAD
12. The Recluse [Prod. By C-Slake] DOWNLOAD
13. Opacity (F. Olly) [Prod. By Ray-Ray] DOWNLOAD
14. She Said, He Said (F. Olly) [Prod. By Ray-Ray] DOWNLOAD
15. Oasis [Prod. By Ray-Ray and C-Slake] DOWNLOAD
16. We Outchea (F. Mo’Fame) [Prod. By D-Tone] DOWNLOAD
Bonus
17. Lord Knows I (Drake Cover)(Bonus Track) DOWNLOAD
18. Novena University Cypher (Sane, Mospits, C-Slake, Drizzle, Bezzarre)
 DOWNLOAD


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Tuesday, November 26, 2013

ODD: "I Held Michael Jackson's Pen;s Every night" - MJ's Doctor, MakesBizarre Revelations.


I would really love it if people left Michael Jackson to rest in peace. I found this bizarre news on tmz. Read according to tmz.com
"Dr. Conrad Murray says he and Michael Jackson were so tight, he would hold his penis for him.
In a bizarre, rambling interview with The Daily Mail, Murray says, "You want to know how close we were?  I held his penis every night to fit a catheter because he was incontinent at night."
Murray went on to say, "He wore dark trousers all the time because after he went to the toilet he would drip for hours."
And there's this mystery ... Murray says, "Michael didn't know how to put a condom on, so I had to do it for him."
Murray also discloses some of the things TMZ revealed years ago -- that Murray believes Michael killed himself.  Murray claims when he walked out of Michael's bedroom the day he died, "I believe he woke up, got hold of his own stash of Propofol and injected himself.  He did it too quickly and went into cardiac arrest."
And, Murray suggests, MJ's kids have 3 different fathers, and Michael isn't one of them.  Murray says, "Michael told me he never slept with Debbie Rowe."
And, Murray insists, Michael told him he had been sexually assaulted by one of his doctors while under sedation.
And this bizarre comment.  Murray suggests Michael predicted he would die on Murray's watch.  He says MJ once looked at him and said, "You know, for the rest of your life and my life our names will become inseparable."  Murray says MJ smiled and said, "I am clairvoyant."

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Thursday, November 21, 2013

Femme Diaries: D.A.N.G.E.R.O.U.S (Part 2)



I was fully convinced he had been turned off with the conviction that I was a cheap slut from my sudden bold move. I tried to focus on the program of the wedding, so I can at least have something to tell my mother at home. There was a sudden  tap on my shoulders, I turned around to see the usher that he had called. The usher came to me with a note and left almost immediately. The drop was done so discreetly, nobody on my table seemed to have noticed. The note was short and simple, it read; "Last Car, V.I.P parking lounge, I'll leave first, count 60seconds and join me. If I don't see you in the car In 5 minutes, then I apologise for mis-interpreting your signals. - K"

I should be offended by this note, but i was not, instead I was filled with sudden boldness.  I  raised my head looking at his table, he stole a glance at me as the woman said something into his ears. I looked away again, from his blinding stare. After a while I raised my head to see he was no longer on seat. The space he was sitting before was now occupied by the unreal woman he had been groping all day. She turned a blank stare at me and folded her arms. Looking directly into my eyes like she knew I had been flirting with her man all afternoon. Still mentally counting to 60 in mind, I raised my head searching for him. I spotted him finally, pushing toward the exit of the hall.  

58, 59, 60. I counted. I took awhile to steal a glance the woman. She was still staring. Was it a coincidence? Or was she looking at someone behind me? No time to confirm. I decided to go for it. Standing up and  heading toward the exit. I think I saw her stand up from the corner of my eye, my mind didn't register it. I was only focused on meeting "K" in his car.   Someone was walking behind me, I could feel it, but I didn't want to look back. The auditorium was large and it could be anybody I thought to myself. I picked up pace and pretended not to notice.  A voice passed through my ears  "Excuse me" She called out, but I continued walking, "Excuse me please". I slowed down as a deafening laughter echoed through the hall as the best man gave his speech. She caught up, and finally tapped my  shoulders with a hand soft like the breeze. I turned around to see the beauty behind me. She looked even better up close and stood with so much elegance and grace her presence eliminated that of everyone else in the hall. All of a sudden it felt like it was just two of us in the large auditorium. "Hello" she spoke finally. "I see you have engaged yourself in a diversion with my husband from your seat" she spoke as softly as she looked, "What are you talking about? i asked pretentiously. "I've been looking at you checking him out since we arrived here, I know little cunts like you and what you sluts are capable of, so I always come prepared." She said and paused picking word for word like she was allowing each syllable sink in separately.  "This is a military event young lady, you see those soldiers around my table, They could make sure you don't leave here in one piece , so if I were you I would throw that little note away," she paused a bit to look at the surprise on my face "ahh yes, I stood a couple of tables away and I saw him writing you that note, if i were you i would go back to my chair like a good little girl and not fuck with higher powers, because trust me, you have to be dangerous to live dangerous. Enjoy the rest of the party, young lady. Good day" with that she turned around and returned to her seat.

The words struck me. I was grounded to the floor and couldn't even reply my throat was gummed and my palms were suddenly clammy. All I could do was mutter some incomprehensible words to her back as she left. Who is this woman? I slowly dragged back to my seat and sat down. As I sat down wallowing in the shock of my conversation with the dangerous woman. The MC called on the daughter of the General Commander of The Nigerian Army to give a few casual remarks on behalf of her father who was absent. That's when I knew who she was.  Her father was the General Commander of the Nigerian army. I looked at the note one last time about to throw it away in defeat, then I saw the back of the note "If you can't come now, here's my number call me, I have a permanent room at Oriental Hotels -K". I folded the paper and put it safely in my bag as a smile came across my face.  I took a long sip of the red wine in my glass and giggled. K had returned to the table now and he was backing me so i couldn't see his face.  I timed my movement and walked out the hall with the woman still giving her speech. I pulled out my blackberry just outside the hall, sent a text to a number and headed to my car. 

3 minutes had passed as I sat in the car. Where was he? I put my car in ignition ready to leave when someone opened the passenger door and sat down. "If you hadn't been here in 5 minutes, I would have texted you to apologise for mis-interpreting your signals" I told him. He gave a throaty laugh  "can we leave here before the sergeant I told I wanted to take a piss discovers there's a toilet in the hall? The name is Kayode".  I burst into a wild laugh as I gunned for the exit gate.

The End.

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Femme Diaries: D.A.N.G.E.R.O.U.S (Part 1)



I hate weddings, I swear I hate weddings. The entire ceremony of celebrating a woman's selling into a lifetime of society's prison and worse into marriage, a bourgeoise institution that was constantly failing around the world, seemed  like a masculinist agenda to me. But I had to be at this one. Mother literarily dragged me out of bed to attend on behalf of herself and my dad. My father was not around as usual.  Mother says she's too tired from work the week that just ended, I know it's a lie though. She just doesn't like my cousin who was getting married or her parents, nobody did actually. Mother  claims its because my aunt, her sister-in-law was a pompous bitch figurehead and  she has a clique of ruthlessly evil friends  that could crush anyone beneath their feet, of course that and the rumour that this dangerous clique of high-society women trafficked young girls to Italy and across Europe into sex slavery. Her husband, an Air Force Marshall is rumoured to  own oil blocks in the Niger-Delta, a pay-off from a dictatorial Nigerian Leader in the 70's not to ally with the Igbo(s) of the Biafran army. Personally, I just think people are intimidated by their wealth.

A few hours later  I found a parking spot at the venue, came out of the car, donned on dark shades and started walking toward the exquisite hall rented for the event. It was a hot Saturday and I was here alone, I should've invited someone I thought as I approached the security point at the entrance. Groaning under my breath as the security guard inquired for my invitation card. I hated these high-society events, they had security like the president would be in attendance and for some reason i couldn't find my I.V. I turned around to go back to the car and check for it,  that's when I saw him. 

Tall, light skinned, his  chest was so broad, I'd probably need extra hands to explore all of it. He had dreamy brown eyes, slick thin lips and well trimmed coal black hair. He had an aura of confidence around him, a beautiful man with a rugged edge, the thought made my thighs moist. A smile pulled itself at the corner of his lips in perfection and I didn't realise he had closed in on me nor that I had been staring for at least 10seconds until he bumped into me. I tripped backwards throwing my purse and everything I held in my hands in the air. As I reached backwards trying to grab onto something. The rough hands of a security officer suddenly grabbed me,  held me up and saved me from creating a scene in front of the entrance as people swarmed in. By the time I regained composure, I looked around and the living fantasy of a person was gone. He hadn't even stopped to apologise for bumping into me. I dusted the creases off my dress and walked back to my car to find the I.V.

I sat inside the air conditioned hall after checking into the event centre paying very little attention to the ceremony procession, I could hear the MC's voice and the chattering of the boring people on my table distant at the back of my mind. I continued to scan around trying to  find the eye candy of a man that literarily swept off my feet at the entrance through the hall. One hour later just when I had resented to faith and the conclusion I might have been imagining things, the MC announced the arrival of the representatives of the Commander General of the Nigerian Army. Coincidentally  he was there again. He walked across the hall, holding the hands of a strikingly beautiful woman. The woman was a head turner, she looked just as unreal as he was. They arrived at a table already surrounded by soldiers then It dawned on me, he must be the representative. This was an Air Marshall's daughter's wedding  anyway, military people should be in attendance. 

 I sunk into my chair depressed definitely convinced couldn't ever get close enough to him with the security he was surrounded by, or even compete with the woman he sat by.  I wondered how it was possible these kind of people existed in the real world,  they were both so perfect. He sat across me, with the woman beside him constantly nuzzling at him and burying her head on his shoulder. My heart dropped into a hollow grove . I continued staring shamelessly for a while then the unexpected happened. He was side-tracked by an announcement the M.C made and as he returned his gaze back to his table our eyes came in contact. He stayed there for a while with an amused look on his face. He must have remembered me from the fiasco at the entrance. A smile pulled at the corner of his lips  still maintaining the eye contact. I blushed uncontrollably and looked  away, looking down at the food on my table. I raised my gaze slowly and found him looking elsewhere. He was casually stealing glances now, and would go into a full blown stare the moment the woman beside him wasn't looking. He  knew I was looking but he just kept at it, he was enjoying the flirtatious fun.   I pulled the hair on my face to the back of my ears and looked into the glass of red wine on my table. I raised my face again and the woman was gone. He sat there alone. This time he was sipping from a glass and staring at me over the top of the glass. The absence of the fantasy woman gave me great joy as  I made up mind and got bolder, this man wanted me goddammit. I sat up right looked him in the eye and bit my bottom lip.  The sudden bold move from the girl who had been blushing like a child a few minutes ago seemed to have shocked him. He looked away and called one of the ushers at the event. After scribbling down something, he gave the usher a piece of paper and something else. The usher left his side immediately. The woman returned not long after and he completely stopped looking at my table, me or anything in my radius.

To Be Continued. 

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Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Check Out World's Most Expensive Swim Suit at $1Million

Designed by Australian jeweller Ann Middleton, This Bikini has a total of 220 diamonds and pearls, and the entire piece of recreational wear tunes up to a total cost of  S$1 million [583,302 Pounds]. Middleton reportedly dedicated a total of about 39 years into producing the wear into the masterpiece it is. 

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Friday, November 15, 2013

ODD: Teenage Girl 17, Discovers She Was Born Without a Vagina


 British teenager said she was in "total shock" to learn that she had been born without a vagina.
During a routine visit to the doctor, Jacqui Beck, 17, mentioned that she hadn't started getting her periods. Tests soon showed that she had MRKH syndrome, a genetic condition that meant she had been born without a vagina, womb or cervix.
"I left the doctor's [office] in tears. I would never know what it was like to give birth, be pregnant, have a period. All the things I had imagined doing suddenly got erased from my future," Beck told the Daily Mail. "I was really angry and felt like I wasn’t a real woman any more."
Shocking as it may seem, Beck is not alone. In fact, her condition isn't even especially rare. According to the National Institutes of Health, Mayer-Rokitansky-Küster-Hauser syndrome (named for the physicians that first diagnosed it), or MRKH, affects one in 4,500 newborn girls.
The condition mainly affects the reproductive system and "causes the vagina and uterus to be underdeveloped or absent." According to the NIH, it mostly occurs in people with no family history of the disorder.
The external genitalia are normal, and women with MRKH have functioning ovaries and undergo puberty. The condition is usually detected once someone with MRKH tries to have sex, or doesn't begin having periods by age 16.
Like Beck, Christina Ruth was diagnosed with MRKH at age 17. She spoke out about her condition in May, after graduating from high school. She said the shame associated with the disorder can be difficult to deal with.
"I had two doctors ask me why I hadn't fixed myself yet," Ruth told Lancaster Online at the time. "That's completely inappropriate. I was born this way and should not be made to feel like I am second-rate because of it."
Although the condition has no cure, there are several treatment options available to women with MRKH. Medical procedures such as dilation or surgery can help create a vaginal canal in women with MRKH, allowing them to have intercourse. Eggs can be removed and fertilized to be used in surrogacy.
Several support communities for women with MRKH exist. The Beautiful You MRKH Foundation, a non-profit group, seeks to "eliminate the shame and isolation that often accompanies a diagnosis of MRKH."
Beck, now 19, is also taking ownership of her condition.
"I’m a hopeless romantic and I see it as a great test of someone’s character. Instead of focusing on it putting off men, I actually think it will help me find 'the one',” Beck told the Daily Mail.
"I want to be upfront with any men I meet and tell them straight away about my condition... If they run at the mention of MRKH then I don’t want to be intimate with them."
culled from:huffingtonpost

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