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  1. My mother always proclaimed that I was a child with a secret. She said I had that look of someone who was up to no good, like a cat, caught stealing fish from the pot. Perhaps, this was the reason I got beaten severely for the things that I knew of, and those that I wasn't within a mile radius of. Whenever anything happened at home and with my siblings Elo and Ameh, my mother would say that it was me. One time Elo, my elder brother after Sunday school, had broken a plate, he admitted his transgressions to my mother but somehow I had been the one writhing from the pains of a horsewhip on my bare back. I would sit in my spot and cry, hoping that one day, my real mother would come for me. Then, one evening, I was at my spot as usual, and nurse Abike returned from work. I greeted her warmly as she asked me how my day was before entering into her single room in the compound of about 20 rooms. As usual, she dropped her bags and started to take off her clothes. I watched her from the little hole in her netted door and blushed so deeply that the fires of the sun waxed cold in comparison. I was transfixed as I spied her pale fair skin that looked like a baby's bottom freshly spread with powder, I knew she would feel the same. I caught a glimpse of her breasts, wishing that when I do grow my own pair, it would look even a little like hers. I swallowed hard, with a fire that I couldn't name, with a desire so forbidden that I looked away for a minute. When I returned my eyes to her, she was donning a wrapper, she knotted it tightly around her chest and at 11 years of age, I wanted nothing more than to be Nurse Abike's wrapper. My mother caught me again, sitting idly at my spot, with a look I couldn't fathom and with the wonder on her face came the thunder of her palm against my back. "Lazy child," she screamed, "will you go inside and start washing the plates!" she completed. It was then I understood her, I finally understood what it was that I was hiding, my little secret, something that nobody would ever take away from me. When you're a child living in a home where there seems to be no love, just survival, you'd quickly learn to escape. I started to escape my body to a better place very early in life. Whenever I could, I would sit in my spot and travel with Nurse Abike to a place I called 'wonderland.' She was always happy to come with me. I would hold her hand as she sat me down to comb my kinky, long hair. For her, even my hair behaved. She would comb and oil my scalp before carefully making my hair into cornrows. She would sing to me and I would inhale deeply her sweet flowery scent. I would attempt to hug her once she finished making my hair and it was always here that something, someone would disturb my daydreaming. I never got to know how it felt to be hugged by Nurse Abike. *********** When I was 12 years old, we had the highest number of children ever recorded in the neighbourhood. It was the prestigious seven years festival held in my village. Families from all around the world of the 'Ohe' ancestry travelled down to participate and they came with their children. I would make my first friend ever in life, Oye. I would also join them in enacting a play about the adults in our lives. Oye, out of the blue chose to be Nurse Abike and I fought tooth and nail to be 'Brother Victor,' a neighbour in the next house whom we all knew liked Nurse Abike and would sometimes sneak into her room. "But you're not a boy," cried Felix, one of the city boys who was probably visiting the village for the first time. "And Oye, is not Nurse Titi, or you, our father. It's a play, anybody can be anything," I replied tartly. It was a long fight but Victor, a boy from the next house, made it easier when he finally spoke up and said he wanted to be mummy, a role that everyone assumed would be mine seeing as I was the last girl without a role. "You see, Victor wants to be mummy, and he's a boy," I said, clapping my hands dramatically. Everybody grudgingly accepted the role reversals and that little play, at the far back of my childhood home would become the single most important incident of my life. I kissed Nurse Abike, on the lips and touched tongues with her and a river I didn't know was inside me burst free and flowed. I kissed a girl and it was the only thing I was sure I wanted to do in this life. The play was disrupted by the sudden arrival of my father. A smallish man who never smiled but was the kindest person I knew. He was never around though. He was a driver who was always cross country and was home anytime we saw him. I loved my father more than anything in the world and I was always so happy to see him, but that evening, I stood fixedly at my spot, disappointed that I would not get to disappear to a corner and do what adults did in secret with Nurse Abike. My father alighted from his beaten Golf 4 and opened his arms for me to enter. It took a while but I finally ran into him for a hug. ******* A week later, I would encounter cold, hard blackmail by my one adversary, Iyin. At school, he had confidently asked me to surrender my lunch to him. I had imagined if he had swallowed a fly through the nose and wondered what gave him the audacity to request something like that from me. "You will see," he had simply said, snapping his fingers at me. I paid no mind to him and continued about my day. I forgot all about the incident and proceeded home with my elder brother. At home, I met my mother sitting solemnly in the sitting room with food and water waiting for us. She took our bags and asked us to sit and eat. The whole situation was so weird that I started to shake with fear. "I said, eat your food and drink your water," she ordered calmly. I knew I was in for it. I started to eat and cry, the palm oil jollof rice tasting like sand in my mouth. I guess I must have been taking too much time to finish because my mother dragged me to the room and locked the door behind her. That day, she beat me with an assortment of items. The broom came first because she said that I was possessed and that she'd always known, the cane came next, the belt, the folded cable wire, and to top it up, the horsewhip. I think that I must have fainted that day, because there still is a blank in my head that I cannot remember till date. I awoke when I felt cold water being poured on me and once my mother confirmed that I was still alive, she resumed whipping me with the horsewhip. I rolled on the floor in my own urine, my nose and eyes both working in unison to ensure that my face would not lack water. I swore in languages that I didn't know I could speak to never do whatever it was that my mother was beating me for but she did not stop till she had her fill. If I had survived that day, I was so sure that just like Enoch in the Bible, I would never experience death again, that I'd be taken up in a chariot and horses because what is death that I didn't die that day? "Next time, when you hear the word 'kiss' you will run," she said in conclusion and left me a puddle of my own secretions. That evening I bathed and sat at my spot with every part of my body swollen and raised with welts. I watched Nurse Abike through the hole as usual. That evening for my sake, because she somehow knew that I needed it, Nurse Abike turned slightly towards the hole and I saw her body a little more clearly. I quickly turned away as my heart thrashed mindlessly against the walls holding them back. It was then that I knew that I would die for my secrets. **** At age 15, Nurse Abike had gotten married and moved out of the compound to her husband's house and my life seemed empty. It felt like my first divorce and heartbreak all rolled into one. I had attended the wedding but I kept playing scenarios in my head of running to the altar and snatching Nurse Abike away from the ogre holding her captive against her will. I mourned this loss for a long time but Joy would transfer from 'Hope Alive international school' to my somewhat local school and she would attempt to replace Nurse Abike. She could only try. My attraction to Joy was mainly that, if Nurse Abike were ever to have a child, they would look exactly like her. She had the same fair pale skin that always reminded me of a paper that was soaked in olive oil. Wasn't that the sort of thing that was highly flammable and could burn? It didn't help that Joy was very smart and then one day, our English teacher had asked us one after the other what we would like to be when we grew up and Joy had said 'Nurse?' At break time the same day that I found out that Joy wanted to be a nurse, I buried my head inside my jotter as I wrote the most intense love note anyone in the history of humanity had ever written and hid it in Joy's biology notebook. I called myself her mystery lover and signed it as such. I watched her curiously from the corners of my eyes as she read the note. I will never forget the smile that clung to her lips as she searched the class room for signs of her mystery lover. I focused intensely at the chalkboard as the biology teacher rambled on about the 'classification of living things.' I even put up my hand to answer the question he asked, anything to remain a mystery. ***** A few weeks after the first letter, I was at it again, this time on my bed, scribbling words that would make Cupid giggle with shyness on a piece of paper, giving it my all, my best calligraphy. I can not for the life of me remember how or when but I fell asleep from daydreaming and writing and when I awoke, my mother was standing over me, the letter in her hands. ***** Cold crept into my body and I started to shake. A cold sweat broke on my forehead as I jumped from the bed to my knees in perfect athletic form. "Mommy, it's not what you think," I cried. She shook her head in disbelief as she started to lock my room door to prevent me from escaping. "You this girl, you are hell bent on rotting in my hands. There's something about you that is boy crazy and I must teach you a lesson," she said, "before you bring pregnancy to me in this house," she finished. That day, the woman I called my mother, ground red pepper and inserted it into my vagina. She said that it would quell all the raging emotions I was feeling for whomever that boy was that I was writing to. She locked me in my room throughout the weekend and beat me whenever she had the chance to. It was that weekend that I decided that even if Jesus Christ in all of His glory came down to me and told me that this woman was my mother, I would tell Him to his face, that He was telling lies. ***** I resumed school and resumed wooing Joy with even more gusto. What could be worse than pepper, I had seen it all. I added gifts to my letters and the joy I felt whenever I caught that wildly beautiful smile knew no bounds. One day, after school Joy walked up to me on my way home. Elo had graduated from secondary school and Ameh was in another school so that left me alone most times. "Wait, I want to talk with you," she called shyly to me. I pretended not to hear as my heart started to beat haphazardly, without rhythm. I had never spoken with her. Heck! I could count how many words I'd ever said in school. Although, in 'wonderland' I had come clean and told Joy how I felt about her and she had kissed me in return. I tried to shake myself awake, was this real, or was I just in 'Wonderland' again. I walked faster, hoping to get away from her, hoping that it would discourage her from saying whatever it was that she wanted to say. "I know it's you, I know you're my mystery lover," she said breathlessly. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around to face her. She stopped too and tried to catch her breath. Did she really know or was she going around to accuse everyone that she could. This was a trap, she couldn't have known but our eyes met and I knew that she was telling the truth. "You did well masking your handwriting but your letter 'h' when you write 'the' is a giveaway. I've known it's you," she said again with a coy smile, even more beautiful than the one she gives whenever she opens my letters. I thought that I loved Nurse Abike, but this thing that I was feeling right then, starting from my scalp and cascading all over me to the sole of my feet was more than love, it was Moses's mother putting him a basket on a river and waiting endlessly for him to be given back to her, it was God, giving us water, it was the opposite of what my mother felt for me. I smiled, perhaps for the first time that she'd known me, and I turned around and continued walking home. I never looked back. ****** At home, I entered my room and cried till I felt blood gather in my eyes. I felt seen, I felt loved, I felt alive and this secret that I had carried from when I was little was still mine to keep but now I was sharing it with Joy and I hoped to God that my mother would never know enough to ruin it. ******* The next Monday, when I returned from break time, it was my turn to smile wildly. Lodged neatly in my mathematics textbook that I'd left on my desk was a letter. Tears rolled down my eyes as I read the last words- 'I luv u.' Those words had never been spoken to me before and the implications of it tore me deliciously apart. Someone in this world loved me and they meant it. ******** Joy started to come to my house and I to hers. The first time I visited her was the most awkward day of my life up until that point. When I knocked and her mother opened the door, she pulled me into a hug and thanked me for befriending her daughter. A hug was something I only got in 'wonderland.' Her dad greeted me fondly. The whole atmosphere of the house was something that I never imagined possible. There was no shouting, no screaming, no name calling, just healthy banter and hugs. I did not feel at home and I could not wait to leave. It was in Joy's room that we would share our first kiss. I still didn't speak much to her but in my head I told her how beautiful she was, how scared I was and how she was the only thing in my life that stopped me often from throwing myself off a mountain. "Do you still love me?" she asked softly and I wondered what madness would ever make me stop loving her. I shook my head in the affirmative and smiled. As an afterthought, I cleared my throat and said faintly, "I do." She smiled back and shifted closer to me till a piece of paper couldn't pass between us. She looked in my eyes before she kissed me. If my mother had beaten me till I reached the gates of hell and hell vomited me back for a tiny kiss in a play, she would definitely go to hell with me and hand me over to the devil personally for this one. If I thought I had kissed before, then I was the greatest liar to have ever existed. Joy was not of this world, neither was her kiss. How could anything wake me up when I always thought I was awake. What was reality, what was 'wonderland,' and what was a dream. This has to be a dream. I wasn't supposed to feel these in reality, my body wasn't supposed to be capable of feelings and emotions like this. My body shouldn't have the capacity to know pleasure, who taught it, I've only ever known pain. What were these new feelings that my physical body was bringing me? I leaned into the kiss as our mouths opened up for each other. It was too good, I'd die of an overdose. I stopped the kiss and said, " bite me, please, bite me." I resumed the kiss and waited for it, that jolt of pain and she bit me, softly, too softly. "Harder," I cried fervently. I tasted the blood and the pain zinged in my head as I welcomed it, there, my friend. ********** What do you call a body that has no one inside? Situations beyond my control had forced me out of myself and now I was in 'wonderland,' hovering over my body, watching what was being done to it. My mother held hands with the Reverend and my father stood aside stoically as my body was beaten with brooms and as candle wax melted freely into my skin. "Who are you?" the Reverend asked again and again as he continued to whip my body. The thick bundle of broom was now drawing blood from my skin. My body deserved its own award, it had never betrayed me. It had guarded my secret zealously. My eyes knew how to see without showing because I had watched Nurse Abike for years and my mother had never known. My loins that often stirred in forbidden desires had never told me, my secret was safe with me and my body until I had trusted someone else with that secret. Joy had betrayed me. I was right, she could never have been Nurse Abike, she could only try. Nobody could ever be Nurse Abike. I had come home one day from school and found Joy with my mother. In my mother's hands were all the words that I'd spent hours stringing together, in her hands I found my raw beating heart, my secret. "I should have known that you would be something as perverse as a lesbian," my mother spat with disgust. "You evil manly spirit of lesbianism, leave this child now, I command you," the reverend continued. He released my mother's hand then turned and twisted maniacally. "Hmmmmmmm," he cried, "Beelzebub, prince of the dark, a strong manly spirit with evil desires, hmmmmmmm." The Reverend in his flowing white robe twisted and staggered with a strange spirit. In a sane world, I would be the one asking him what spirit possesses him. I imagined that it would be the same one that worked diligently for my mother. "This is strong. It is too much. I cannot," the Reverend said suddenly. My mother fell to her knees crying as she clutched the Reverends leg. "Please sir, help me, I have no one,help my daughter, I love her and do not want to lose her to the devil, please," she said. "I know what we will do. You will bring a he-goat, we will sacrifice it, bury it and on the seventh day, we will dig it up and perform a bathing ritual for her. This should ward off the evil spirits," the Reverend said solemnly. I chuckled. She loved me? That love that feels like hot coals burning into my skin, the love that tasted like hot chilli inside of the most intimate part of me, love, the type that made me want to throw myself in front of a moving truck. My mother's love was a curse, a big black rock that was intent on crushing me. My mother's love tasted black in the back of my throat. I knew what love was, and love is Nurse Abike. **** We were in my room this time, mainly because I could not visit Nurse Abike in her matrimonial home. Her legs and mine twisted together like twigs from a tree and I could not tell where I began or ended. "I want to marry you," I suddenly said, lifting my head from the book I had been reading. My tongue had since loosened and I had discovered that I actually had a voice, that I had things to say. Nurse Abike was often enthralled whenever I spoke and just watching her nod to my words felt like the only thing I needed from life. I often felt like I could just die now, I was happy enough, I was content enough, so much so that I could just curl up in her laps and die. "Girls can't marry girls but we can be together forever," she said softly as she always spoke. Together forever, I liked the sound of that. I could not wait to grow up, ditch my mother, snatch her from her undeserving husband and run off to somewhere nobody would know us. "Do you still love me?" I asked again, restless. I was always afraid of the day that she would stop loving me. The day that I would search for her and she wouldn't be there. What if one day, I came to 'wonderland' and she wasn't there? She didn't reply to me with words, she pulled my book off my lax fingers and moved into me. Her eyes met mine and told me things that I would never be able to hear without bawling. She held my head in between her palms and started to drop little kisses all over my face, it felt like me, suckling at my mother's breast, it was nourishment.I had this intense feeling that I could die now.
  2. A Holiday story of love and friendship. 👏🏾
  3. As shared on Social Media What is that thing you can never reject no matter how angry you are?
  4. As seen on social media Your partner wants to have a big wedding, you want to use the money to invest. She says if she can't have her wedding, she won't marry you. What will you do?
  5. Daniel Kunke, a 19-year old Nigerian college student has spoken about why he decided to start an LGBT-inclusive clothing brand. In an interview, the teenager who is currently studying Mass communications at Yaba College of Technology in Lagos said that his aim is to ensure that everyone is “equally represented” by making sure that “there’s something available for everyone” Can you tell us about yourself, your brand, how it all started, and what inspired it? I am Daniel Kunke, a 19-year old student of Mass Communication at Yabatech. I am a janitor, brand owner and I write during my bored times. I am the founder of Kunke’s Apparels, a new Lagos-based clothing line focused on making urban wears that can be worn to major occasions especially in Lagos where we have all the altè and urbane hangouts and locations. The idea to start up a fashion brand has always been there, but I never did put any real efforts into making it happen not until recently when I took the idea more seriously. This happened immediately after I stopped working as a personal assistant to my previous employer. One of the things that inspired me to start up a clothing line were majorly the idea of having my own thing and to be independent as against working under the employ of someone else which isn’t really something that I like. Also, the reason why I decided to run an inclusive brand came as result of my interest in socio-discriminatory topics and my strong desire to ensure that all persons regardless of their sexuality or gender identity are equally represented across board. So going forward, what’s the overall plan, and don’t you worry that being an LGBT-inclusive brand will hurt your business considering people’s negative perception about LGBT issues? Honestly, at this point, the plan now is just to sit back and see how everything turns out and how far the brand could go. In fact my aim right now is to ensure that more people get to see what I am doing and are able to patronize me so that I can remain in the business, not necessarily to be the number 1 clothing line in the world, not like that will be a bad thing if it happens though (smiles). And also, I really do not think that being inclusive would have a negative impact on my brand, I mean the brand is not just for a particular set of people it’s for everyone, so just come into the store and pick whatever it is that you like and go, whatever inscription that is on any other clothing isn’t your business. It’s just that simple. When people relate with your brand, how do you want them to feel and how do you want to come across to them? At Kunke Apparels, we want to ensure that people are entirely comfortable with wearing our clothing’s, that’s why we strive to be an inclusive brand so as to ensure that there’s something for everyone when they visit our stores or decide to shop with us. Also we want to prove to other brands, that being inclusive is very possible and very important and that it doesn’t hurt at all if everyone is fully represented and given the opportunity to be themselves. Can you tell us about the progress you have made so far with your brand since you started? I’ll say that I’ve gotten quite some positive responses so far since I started my brand. As an inclusive brand, the support I have gotten has been very encouraging from both members of the LGBT community in Nigeria and heterosexual persons, and every other person in fact. As I mentioned earlier, my brand is all about making sure that there’s something available for everyone.
  6. DAKAR - Several hundred protesters rallied Sunday in Dakar to demand that homosexuality be made a crime in Senegal, according to AFP journalists. It is not illegal to identify as gay in the deeply conservative Muslim nation, but same-sex activity is already punishable by up to five years in prison. Religious leaders and civil society figures addressed hundreds of jubilant protesters, who had gathered in a central square for the rally organised by And Samm Jikko Yi, a civil society collective that promotes "correct values". Ousmane Kouta, a representative of a student religious group, told the crowd that Senegal is a country of faith and values. "It is homophobic and will remain so forever," he said, to cheers and chanted slogans. Aminata Diallo, a member of an association for young Muslims, told AFP that she attended the rally to protest homosexuality and demand its criminalisation. Other protesters were more extreme. "We will kill them, or we will burn them alive. We'll never accept homosexuality," said 56-year-old municipal official Demba Dioup. Senegal's government has repeatedly ruled out legalising homosexuality. Senegal's President Macky Sall has previously stressed that gay people are not ostracised in the nation of 16 million however, and that the same-sex activity ban reflects cultural norms. Consensual same-sex relations are legal in 21 of 54 African countries, according to a 2019 report by the International Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Trans and Intersex Association. Source
  7. Namibia is reportedly making moves to officially abolish its colonial-era sodomy laws from its books by the end of this year. According to local news publication Windhoek Observer, the move has been several years in the making. In 2018, the country’s Law Reform and Development Commission (LRDC) began a project of identifying obsolete laws “that need to be done away with, amended, or repealed.” On Monday, the LRDC submitted a report on its criminal codes outlawing same-sex intimacy to Justice Minister Yvonne Dausab, who plans on a proposal to the Cabinet striking down the laws in two weeks. Namibia’s anti-sodomy codes are a legacy of Roman-Dutch common law, similar to many other nations that are left with homophobic statutes imposed upon them by their former colonizers. Although there’s no direct criminalization of same-sex sexual activity on the books via the country’s laws, 2004’s Criminal Procedure Act outlines the requirement providing evidence of sodomy in prosecution. While the precedent for enforcing these laws exists, the laws are rarely used, according to the report submitted Monday. Between 2003 and 2013, 115 sodomy cases were reported to the police, resulting in 64 arrests, according to national newspaper The Namibian. The report also claims that the law is “very likely unconstitutional,” as it violates the rights of LGBTQ+ people and creates a culture of intolerance. According to the U.K. publication Gay Times, Dausab said the abolishment of the outmoded statutes is a way for the south African country “to move in a direction that will make all Namibians feel included” and “make all Namibians feel they are members of the Namibian House.” But while pushing for greater inclusion for the LGBTQ+ community, she also denied the existence of state-sponsored homophobia. “Homophobia, transphobia, any phobic tendencies are not state-sanctioned,” Dausab said. “But we must allow people to have their own views. What we should not allow is that there is any active or passive discrimination against any segment of our society.” Omar van Reenen, founder of the Namibia Equal Rights Movement (NERM), pushed back on this claim. In comments reported by the website Afro News, he asserted that it was “disingenuous to not acknowledge that former president Sam Nujoma told police officers to arrest, deport and imprison the LGBTQ+ people.” “It is sad to not acknowledge that former justice minister Albert Kawana was the person responsible for not removing sexual orientation from the labour act,” he added, referencing a labor law that provides protections for Namibian workers. Still, van Reenen welcomed the abolishment of the laws, while also calling for greater governmental accountability and for the passage of an LGBTQ+ equality bill. While things are looking up for Namibia’s LGBTQ+ population, circumstances remain grim further north in Ghana. In February, an LGBTQ+ community center in Accra, the country’s capital, was raided by police, forcing it to shut down after only a month of operation. The following month, Ghanaian lawmakers introduced a bill that would criminalize LGBTQ+ advocacy, with President Nana Akufo-Addo indicating that he would sign it into law if passed. Despite the fact that this bill is not yet law, 21 LGBTQ+ activists were arrested for “unlawful assembly” in the city of Ho last week and are currently being held without bail. This most recent incident has attracted international attention. On Tuesday, the U.S. State Department issued a statement to the LGBTQ+ news publication Washington Blade on Tuesday in which it claimed that the Biden administration is “monitoring the situation closely.” “We urge national leaders in Ghana to uphold constitutional human rights protections and to adhere to international human rights obligations and commitments for all individuals,” the statement reads. “This includes members of the LGBTQI+ community. We call on all Ghanaians to respect the provisions under Ghana’s constitution that guarantee freedom of speech, expression, and peaceful assembly. Source
  8. If SHE paying rent, I'm paying utilities If SHE paying car note, I'm paying insurance If SHE washing dishes, I'm cooking If SHE paying 4 the movies, I'm buying the snacks If SHE washing clothes, I'm gonna fold them If SHE sweeping the floor, I'm gonna mop it If SHE paying for dinner, I'm leaving the tip Do you Agree, disagree or a mixture of both?
  9. Daddy Freeze further added that a disciple of Jesus, Peter once called him "Lucifer" which means "bringer of light". He wrote; I declare to you today that praying in the name or title ‘Lucifer’ is more potent than praying in the name your colonial masters gave your savior. - Jesus has NO meaning in Hebrew, Aramaic, Greek, Latin or English, while Lucifer’ on the other hand means ‘light bringer’ as used in the original Latin scriptures quoted below, correctly translated from the Greek word ‘φωσφ?ρος’ which has the 100 percent exact same meaning as Lucifer. - Below, you can clearly see a well documented instance of Peter calling Christ ‘Lucifer’ in the Latin Bible and ‘φωσφ?ρος’ in the Greek Bible. The original language of the New Testament is GREEK and to properly understand scripture, you can’t neglect it. - The Greek and Latin bibles were written more than 1,600 years before the grossly erroneous biblical mistranslation called the King James Version was declared as the ‘Authorized Version’. - ? 2 Peter 1:19 ? Greek Study Bible. κα? ?χομεν βεβαι?τερον τ?ν προφητικ?ν λ?γον, ? καλ?ς ποιε?τε προσ?χοντες ?ς λ?χν? φα?νοντι ?ν α?χμηρ? τ?π?, ?ως ο? ?μ?ρα διαυγ?σ? κα? φωσφ?ρος ?νατε?λ? ?ν τα?ς καρδ?αις ?μ?ν· - ? 2 Peter 1:19 ? Biblia Sacra Vulgata. et habemus firmiorem propheticum sermonem cui bene facitis adtendentes quasi lucernae lucenti in caliginoso loco donec dies inlucescat et lucifer oriatur in cordibus vestris Source
  10. ''I am not happy because you guys are frustrating my life because I am getting depressed already. I thought I have moved on and everybody has moved on. I have not been getting jobs, I am getting broke. You know as a public figure you have to have money to take care of some personal expenses. Right now I don't have any money. Now, if people book me for a job, the company or brand would see Godwin Maduagu and they would say no, we can't use this boy. How do you guys want me to feel? How do you expect me to feed or survive? You guys said I made a video to trend. Now who is now trending and who is now losing? How do you expect me to make a video that will destroy my life and everything. You guys should just pity me now, Please. I am not happy. I want to get my life back. I need money. Right now I feel like I am going to commit suicide because I can't take this anymore. It is really depressing and it is affecting me psychologically. ''
  11. MissBanks

    “Amara, the Lesbian”

    Omg...I don’t know why I’m always late to discover these things but damnnn The gods decided to send a truck load of butterflies 🦋 and sparkly fairy 🧚‍♀️ dust my way 😍 No I’m not even kidding!!!! 🤤😍 I stumbled on Amara’s YouTube page (Amara, the lesbian) and faaaak I have been grinning from ear to ear 😍 Herself and her girlfriend are so cute and asides that, it’s like a fkn revolution in my head!!!! Omg Omg Omg *runs around naked* I love love love it!!! I’ve never taken a YouTube account as p as I have taken hers...I sit through those boring ads while I imagine it adding just a little coin to her purse 💰 I bet it’s old news to everyone but please if you’re like me that also gets lost with current info 🙃 biko epp me and do the needful! I’ve disturbed everyone with it 😂 Subscribe, Subscribe, Subcribe awayyyyyyyy 💃💃💃💃 I low key worry about their safety though but I trust they are going to be fine 😊 O goodnessss....Oluwa pick up my call na 😩 Cheiiiii the way I’m even smiling just thinking about it all 🤦🏾‍♀️ O gosh I love love love ❤️ biko I need somebody to be calling me all those Igbo pet names biko “baby oku, oma uma na a sa aru, ola edo ‘m, cheiiii obi ‘m....nkem....” hehehe ☺️ There’s something queer content does to me...haven’t figured out exactly what the word to describe it is, but I fkn love iiiiiiiiit!!!! To Amara, You Go Girrrrrl..you’re so brave and I absolutely love you! I’m so here for all that bag of courage you’ve got going. It looks fkn amazing on you boo 💋 PS, your boo is cute af. Every time she smiles I go “awwwww” 😁 Like you said, “we’re here to stay...we’re valid” Damnn...😘😘😘😘😘
  12. Presiding Bishop of Living Faith Church Worldwide popularly known as Winners’ Chapel International, David Oyedepo, via his Twitter account has stated that people who don’t pay tithe are “under a financial curse” and can never prosper.
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