The Lagos State ‘Negligent’ Husband Law

The above topic was all over twitter about a week ago. This piqued my interest as I heard more about it. Then, it was a bill waiting to be passed. It was passed in Lagos State on Tue, Aug 16, 2011(yesterday)

This law basically states that if you impregnate a woman, you have to face your responsibilities and provide for mother and child. The governor of Lagos state said that this bill was brought forward because of the escalating number of women and abandoned children in hospitals. These people are a burden to the government. I can say that this is true because i’ve seen it first hand. A woman once came to my dad’s hospital to deliver her child. After 3 days, she left the child and didn’t come back. Nobody knew how she got past everybody including the gate man but we know she left.
When they eventually found her, they asked her why she did what she did. She replied that there was nobody to help her look after the child and that the person that impregnated her didn’t want anything to do with her

Like everything else, this law has its advantages and disadvantages. Like i said in my earlier post, Nigerians are dying and suffering because of ignorance. If you are a man and you like to knack be ready to face the consequences if something goes wrong. Many men, especially the uneducated ones, will go around sleeping with every woman they see. Maybe even rape them. Then if the woman(women) get(s) pregnant, the men claim ignorance. As for the women,they are ignorant and don’t know their rights.

Look at this scenario: Bose and Bode have been married for a while now. Bose has 2 children for Bode. One day Bode just gets up and decides that he is not going to take care of Bose and ‘her’ children anymore and that he wants her and ‘her’ children to leave the house. If Bose is uneducated and unaware of her rights, she won’t be able to do anything. She would just go and live a life of poverty and want with her children. But if Bose is educated and aware of her rights, she will know that she has a right to child support from Bode as he is the father of her children. I’m not saying that a man must not leave his wife or that if a guy impregnates a girl he must marry her. I’m just saying that if you have children from a woman, it is your responsibility to look after them. Take care of the feeding, clothing, schooling etc.

Some people say that this law is stupid as some women would become cunning and device ways to get pregnant for a man so that she can force him into marriage. I know that this is possible. But we have to look at things well. I think that on the most part, this is a good law and will be beneficial to women because they have suffered to much and for too long. Also, women should be educated on their rights and they should be empowered.

To Pound or Not To Pound

This post is mainly for the girls. Guys are welcome to read it too.

About a week ago, there was an issue about a girl pounding yam for her boyfriend (or husband) on twitter. There were many views on this topic. Someone said, ‘I don’t see the big deal in pounding yam for my boyfriend or husband. If he asks me to, I will’. Another person said that she will not even pound yam for her husband, someone is now saying boyfriend. Another said, ‘if he wants pounded yam, he should either bring his sister to live with them or look for a house near Mama Cass. This topic came into mind when a friend of mine shared a story with me earlier today. When I say ‘to pound or not to pound’, I’m not restricting myself to pounding yam. I’m talking of chores in general.

I am not saying it is good or bad. That is your own opinion. But for me, I don’t think there is a big deal in it. But something bothers me about these things. You will go and slave and turn yourself into house maid for a boy for like 7 years thinking that he will marry you. The next thing you know, he is giving you an invitation card to his wedding with another girl. A waste of 7 years of your life. Sad isn’t it. I’ve seen this too many times but no, some girls refuse to learn.
I know many girls that have gone through this but i will share only two stories.

We will call the girl in the first story Kemi and her boyfriend will be called Kola. Kemi and Kola were friends for about a year before they started going on dates together. They were going like this for two years. Everybody in Kemi’s family knew Kola and everybody in Kola’s family knew Kemi. Everybody thought they would get married. Kemi would go to Kola’s house, wash his clothes and clean his house. She would go to the market on Sundays after church buy things with her own money and go to his house to cook for him. Stock his freezer with food for him to eat during the week. This went on for another 3 years. After 6 years of their relationship, Kola brought a girl and said she was the one he would marry and that he can’t marry Kemi. See how 6 years of Kemi’s life has been wasted.

This next story sound like something off Africa Magic but it is a true story. For this story, we will call the girl Moji and the boy Mark. Moji and Mark met through a mutual friend. It was ‘love at first sight’ for the both of them. Mark lived with his uncle. Moji did the same things that Kemi did for Kola. One day, Moji and the uncle were the only people in the house, Mark had gone out before Moji arrived. She went to cook and left the food on the cooker to go and bath. As she was bathing, the uncle came in a nd raped her. She couldn’t say anything. She didn’t know who to turn to. Mark suspected that something was wrong because there was always tension whenever Moji and his uncle were in the same room. He always asked Moji what happened and she would maintain that nothing happened. He couldn’t take it anymore, so he beat out a confession. He sent her away and said he couldn’t marry her after 8 years of being together.

As we see, both girls wasted a large amount of their life with these men believing that by doing house chores and things like that, they would marry them. So those of you who think that because you pound yam for a guy, he will marry you should think again. Also, if you’ve been in a relationship you think is serious and after 4 years he hasn’t proposed to you or suggested that he will, you should ask him if he plans on doing so. And if the answer is no, you know what to do. Guys, don’t lead a girl into believing that you will marry her when you know you wouldn’t. Life is too short for nonsense. But the question remains, ‘To Pound or Not To Pound?’

Re: 30 Day Challenge

This posting something off the top of my head is just giving me headache. So after reading a lot of other blogs, I have come up with a list for the next 20 days of my 30 day challenge.

Day 11 – My First Crush
Day 12 – If I had 30 Million…
Day 13 – My Addictions
Day 14 – My Views On Religion
Day 15 – Put Your iPod On Shuffle And Write 10 Songs That Pop-Up
Day 16 – The Meaning Behind My Blog Name
Day 17 – My Role Models
Day 18 – 3 Wishes
Day 19 – The Perfect Date
Day 20 – My Best Friend
Day 21 – Things That Piss Me Off In A Guy
Day 22 – Things I’ll Never Get Tired Of
Day 23 – My Talents
Day 24 – My Favorite Quotes
Day 25 – Things To Do Before I Die
Day 26 – My Views On Drugs And Alcohol
Day 27 – How I Hope My Future Will Be Like
Day 28 – Embarrassing Moments
Day 29 – What I’ve Learned These Past Weeks
Day 30 – Vote of Thanks
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Magic(by LOS ft Shank) video dropped today and i still can’t find it. Can someone please put the link in the comment box. Thank you :*

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Vanity

Good Morning/Afternoon

Today’s post is by @0Toxic
He writes at http://olatoxic.wordpress.com.
Enjoy

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This is a set-up.

Lade gave me the one topic she knew I’d have to research long and hard on to come up with a post worth reading. Now that it’s taken that long to write it, I look like the bad guy for delaying in the way I have. Pfft!… Set up toh kwality mehn.

Yeah, that’s my story, feel free to stick to it ( ˘͡- ˘͡)

The cliché way to start this post is to give you a/the definition of vanity but you guys know how original and creative I am, yeah? So I’m now going to do something different… I’m going to give you a/the definition After making you think I wasn’t going to give you a/the definition just yet! Bawse! You see, I’m the original Mr Originality (back off Faze, I’m not in the least phased by your ugly face -__-).

Ok, let us delve into this topic. Vanity can be defined as…

Oh wait, there’s something I need to add before I do this. As the badass nigga that I am, I had to carry out a lot of research to make this post worthwhile. Yeah, yeah, I know I’ve said this before, just pay attention, I’m going somewhere with this. So I carried out a whole lot of research to validate all the observations I’ll make and the theories I’m going to propound here. Never mind that this research didn’t involve opening any new tabs on my browser. Never mind that this research did not involve any search engines and that no dictionaries, online or offline, were opened. No libraries, no Wikipedia. Never mind that I didn’t even launch my browser in the first place. Heck, I didn’t even boot my computer in the name of research. *heave* Just take my word for it that I sha did research for this post, okay? Good.

That said, let’s now delve into the definition of Vanity according to… Me. Vanity is negative pride.

The end.

Addendum:

*sigh*

Ok, this is awkward.

Lade wouldn’t allow me end this post in the brilliant way I already did and I really don’t have much else to say. So I’ll just do some rambling now (like I haven’t already done almost 400 words of senseless rambling)

Let’s talk about negative pride. According to my research (*guffaws*), there is good pride and there is bad pride. Anyone who’s smart would know the difference but I’ll just ramble on for the benefit of the olodos (and to fulfill all righteousness. All righteousness being Lade’s darned word count)

Good pride is, for example, the feeling a father would have for a son (or a daughter o. Feminists, back off. Thanks. -_-) who has done a really laudable thing through determination and hardwork. In this case, the father is proud of his child. A good thing. Now, for bad pride. Another example: Say a lady, by the divine grace of God, by the right mix of genes or just sheer luck is a hawtie. You know nah, all dem all round, 10/10 hot chics . Ehen. So say this chic is just forming for all the dudes trying to chat her up and toast her and she’s even a snob towards the other chics that just aren’t as hawt as she is. All this on top beauty wey no be she give herself o, ehen, that is priding aka vanity and that is a bad thing.

Just so I’m not misread, I’m not saying one cannot be proud (positively) of one’s own achievements o without being considered vain o. All I’m saying is when one has something to be proud of that they have attained or achieved by their own will power then it’s okay to be priding upon such (just don’t go and be rubbing it in people’s faces. That one is gloating, a negative somtin). But if you have been lucky or blessed with something that you could not have gotten or achieved without the influences of others, then it is wrong to be gberagaing (carrying shoulder) on top such.

Vanity is bad for you. I may not be able to prove it right now, but that’s the truth. Vanity is bad for you, indulge not in it.

The End… again.

Addendum 2:

*rolling my eyes*

Lade says I should prove it. How am I supposed to now prove it with all the extensive research that I did(n’t) carry out, ehn? *sigh*

Okay, lemme sha try small to prove to you that vanity is bad for you…

Ermm… A short, true story: I used to have this really huge crush on this beauriful gehl in my neighbourhood when I was in my early teens. I toast dis gehl taya, she no gree for me :( Daiz how I now freed o. When I was now in university, I started taking acting seriously to the point that I was getting roles in soap operas on tv. I now used to go to her house dat time to go and be gberagaing for her because I was now a sterrs. Nonsense. I now finish school and said “Lemme now come and be facing my real long-term career fully”. I now freed acting. Daiz how, perhaps by some sort of coincidence, she started acting around that same time. On Tinsel for that matter! Now, me I’m the one doing 9 to 5 job and she’s the one that is doing igberaga for me. So you see, maybe, just maybe if I had not done igberaga for her when it was me that was a supahsterrs, she would not have now been giving me the return fire when she was the one that was now a supahsterrs. Never mind that I will soon be a billionaire and then I can be the one now doing the igberaga for her again, possibly even in the house I would have married the babe into… (•͡.̮ ~͡) But lemme not say anything until then, afterall, the humble pie I have been forced to eat is still bitter in my mouth. I am really not a vain somebody, not anymore anyway. Igberagaing is no longer in my character. Better to just stay humble and have my trumpet blown by others around me. Abi?

Anyway sha, that there is why and how vanity is/can be bad for you.

The Final End.

Addendum 3:

Aaaaaaaaaarrrrggghhh!!!

Lade is trying to use scope to find out which character in Tinsel I was chewing gumming dat time. She’s saying I must tell you people who it is. Ehn, telematch nii… ( ˘͡- ˘͡) So that you people can be catching cruise on top my head, abi? Lai lai. Wait o *pause* I might have already said who it is sha… Oh well! ¯\..(•͡.̮ •͡ )../¯

Fini.

For real this time. -____-

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iRant

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Disclaimer: I don’t know the point of this post

I finished my exams on Wednesday. So I tweeted that I had just finished my exams. Then I saw one tweet: “over 14k tweets and just finishing WAEC and people will wonder why they fail.” When I saw that tweet I was just like “What?! Are you kidding me.” I don’t get it. Why do people think that success in exams/tests and using the internet are closely related. For the record, I think I do well enough in school.

So today, my mum took me to the bank to teach me how to withdraw money from an ATM. So we were there and this guy comes and starts shouting: “you aren’t doing it properly”. In my mind I’m like “nigga what?” You’re standing like 2 feet away from us. How the hell do you know what we are doing. He now starts shouting at my mum that why is she teaching me and that is she just teaching me bla bla bla? When we got into the car mumsi said: “man yi, o le ma na iyawo e ni le”. [Translation: this man can beat his wife]
She now said: “or he may be a thief”. it was funny when she said it

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To Propose or Not

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I Love You

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We started our little affair while we were in Primary school.
From the first day we met I was instantly hooked to you.
Our Little affair continued right to secondary school.
Junior School I was getting to know more about you
My love further increased for you.
By senior secondary school I had known everything about you
But like every relationship we have had our trying times. My parents tried to break us apart
telling me to stay off you and concentrate on more important things
but still I couldn’t get my mind of you.
They tried everything possible so we wouldn’t see any longer.
For half a year we were kept apart
but every day I thought about you
I looked forward to the day we would see again.
I told people about you with so much excitement
they felt I was crazy.
We shall be together very soon and this time am not letting go of you…
ever again!

To My Love BASKETBALL

Sickle Cell Disease

This was written by @rhaiharnah.
I checked everywhere on the internet for a picture for this post. I couldn’t find anyone good enough. Which is one of the reasons I posted this late.

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The most vivid childhood memory I have is of excruciating pain and crying real hard while my mum massaged my aching joints that were red like the hot tomatoes boiling on the stove.

The tips of my fingers were also much like small round peppers,hot and burning like them. I was screaming like I had been possessed and grabbing my hands and legs as my fair skin turned red all over. It was 3am in the middle of the night and father had been out of town on a trip he’d return from with gifts to lavish on me,his only child. His pride.

Mother had been frantic,rushing into my room. Confusion replacing panic as she saw me battling with my tender joints. That had been the longest night of my life,staying up as mother applied balms on my limbs and kept wake in tears till morning.

The doctors made it better. They pierced me with needles and poured bags of sterile water into my skin till the pain receded and I slipped into sleep. I woke up to hear mother and the doctors murmuring,she with a pained look on her face. I wondered why she was still sad,my joints were no longer red and the pain was gone. I did not know at the time. My turmoil had only just begun.

Father and Mother watched me like a hawk from then on. Making me eat so many vegetables and meat,feeding me pills at the breakfast table. They watched my every move and sheltered my very existence. I was like an egg,and I did not understand really why.

The monster returned the year I turned 5. I caught a small cold from a friend in school,and by evening,I was tomatoes again. Screaming and clawing at my chest as it seemed as if a boulder was crushing down my chest. It hurt so much I can not describe and I found myself in the hospital again.

This time,the doctors took me into a room with flooding lights and took out all the blood in my body and replaced it with new,so father explained. I was so much in awe of my situation.. And so baffled too. What was wrong with me?

Tablets became a staple diet. Lots of tablets in varying colors and those vegetables I hated became my daily poison. The hospital visits became more frequent as my immune system succumbed to ,what I later found out, infection upon infection. Sore throats,Ear infections, rashes, drug reactions. I continued to grow taller ; pale and thin like the pine trees I saw on television at christmas. I became so exhausted on very mild work and had my bones ache in the cold season.

I knew then I wasn’t normal,as I continued to miss school and couldn’t do what my friends could. I sat out most of the sports events and stayed indoors out of school. The strain of my illness was getting to my parents as I watched their love for each other morph into obligation towards me and my health.

It was then I decided to ask questions. I was a sickly child. Sickle cell disease,the google page called it and so did the parents confirm. I had a defective blood component that caused my red blood cells to change their shape and cause me all forms of crises. It was not curable.

One day,I woke up with a heaviness on the left side of my body. My body felt so light and I could not get out of bed.. I tried to scream out for mother but I found my mouth could not utter the words I ordered it. I passed out from the panic and the banging headache dancing in my skull…

I was only 10 years old. It was the end of my innocence. I spent 3months in the hospital recuperating from the loss of function in my slow legs. Recovering from the stroke that had stolen some part of my cognition. I watched also as the parents looked at me and I thought I saw a blend of guilt and blame in their eyes. They had tried so hard to make me and I had come as a sickly empty vacuum. Troubling them and taking away their love,their happiness.

I had just had a cerebral event,a hemispheric stroke and it was unlikely that I would gain complete function of my legs. I cried that night and wished I was never born. I developed so much resentment for my parents too. For making me. I blamed them for gambling my future with love.

That was 3 years ago.

Now, I sit in this hospital bed and I have lost count of how many times I’ve done this. This time,they put a long syringe into my peehole and drew so much blood I thought I would faint from it. Priapism had robbed me of the last figment of respect I had. The psychiatrist says I am depressed. I have not received any visitors,but for mother since I got back from surgery where they put a metallic shunt in my genitalia. I am tired of it. Of All of it.

I pick the syringe by the bed and slowly draw from the morphine vial I had pilfered from the nurses tray while she was not looking. I leave the bed for the first time in 3days and limp without my braces to the adjoining bath. In the tub,I quietly lay and generously infuse the drug into my veins. It dances with my blood and I watch as everything blurs around me. I close my eyes and I think I see clouds part for me as a guiding light warms my toes.

This was the end. No more pain. I can feel the calm deep in my ailing bones. And let it all go.

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