LEARNING WHEN NECESSARY MIGHT SAVE YOUR GENERATION

Learn when you still have the time to.    you might be rich but that does not make you the best.  learning has no end.  Youth of now our day's does not want to work or sweat before making it nothing comes easy if Dangote does not work tirelessly he wont be where he his today like wise Otedola,Tinubu,Obasanjo and many more without hard work no money, no fame,  you might be a banker a doctor government officials learning those small things you know might be the other of the day tomorrow for you might be necessary we see today no one knows tomorrow we have seen and heard about alot of people losing there jobs with immediate effect without a notice  if that should happen what will you do  don't forget there are some conditions that does not require (god forbid) but instead action and common sense Nigeria of today does not support you relay on your white collar job but rather support white collar job with extra legal income to boost your status.  I want you to understand something you been rich with your rich friends does not make you friends forever once things start working abnormally they step back for you they might want to help at first but mind you it's just for the main time once they see you coming back for help trust me you hear them say (what will you do now you know i also have my family to take care of  and even alot of responsibility before me you don't expect me to help you feed your family am sorry you need to find a solution to your problem) don't fight him/her you agree with me his/she is right if you had learn something when you have the money to you won't have become his/her laughing stock PLEASE TRY TO LEARN SOMETHING TODAY

HEADIES 2016 simi almost fell while climbing the stage

Headies was fun as usual simi made a scene she never knew with her long flowing gown i guess she's not used to that type of gown well first time is allowed but making a scene is one thing that's not good for her ONE she nearly fell from the stage climbing like a peacock TWO am sure she's not the only one that came with her mom but because she wants to be noticed she told us she came with her mom THREE why must she talk after falz's speech she wants to be noticed by all means well i dont blame her she's new

OMOTOKE MAKINWA (can we have sex and i said yes)

You don't fall for what men will tell you when they are horny sex is not love its just meant for pleasure but sometimes we attach love to it dont get me wrong am not saying there's no real sex with love but in most cases we mistake being horny for love

THE TRUTH YOU'VE NOT HEARD ABOUT OMOTOKE MAKINWA

She's a lesson for every woman that believes in face sex and beauty of a man you don't fall for things like that even if he has helped you you don't rush you study rushing will take you to no where after having sex with you with different styles on bed in the kitchen on the couch and in the car with you telling him you want more (hit me hard baby) here's the out of his lost for you and not love          if a man should slap you once you should know immediately his not yours                                                                         dont fall for things you'll later cry for my advice

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In the pulsating sound of the drums was rhythm of life while the revival turned frenzy. In the gyration of the prophet I found expression I haven't had in many years.
His garment stunk. Draped below his protuberant belly was a red sash. Making a deafening noise, an awkward bell he intermittently jerked with his left hand.
From rear two Rastafarians sprinkled holy water on me, speaking in tongues.
Fragments of twigs scattered everywhere. Naked, I was bound with withe and red sash. Weals filled my back and were across my budding breasts; and my face was streaked with tears.
His dreadlocks tossed side to side, and swirled forth and back.
He charged at me, tweaked and flared his bulbous nose. I could almost see his entrails through his nostrils choked with unkempt tuft of hair with fleck of grey. He stroke my bare back with broom.
By the bluster of imminent rain, the lame flame of the lamp in a corner my mom earnestly prayed was cast out into dark outer world. Her red eyes must stings with tears as mine.
The prophet swung from me, his garment whirled round and tripped him. He thudded with a loud sound. As he managed to stand, he lost his balance and the fluttering flame of a red candle clutched his flowing garment.
As the ecstatic trance evolved to farse, I broke from chuckle to cackle even though the broken twigs in my back stung...
Why did mom want to exorcise me from me? I pried my shadow at noon and probed the stars at night because grandpa once said there are our destinies. I explore life in silence and gathered my thoughts in my diary. I am not a freak! I am just a special child.