<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897415841688899229</id><updated>2024-11-01T06:36:47.692-04:00</updated><category term="marriage"/><category term="Aristo"/><category term="Baren"/><category term="Gifts"/><category term="No nonsense wife"/><category term="Propose"/><category term="Sex"/><category term="Single parenting"/><category term="The promise"/><category term="Tips for valentine&#39;s day"/><category term="adoption"/><category term="childless"/><category term="children."/><category term="divorce"/><category term="interview questuions"/><category term="interviews"/><category term="long tem relationship"/><category term="love"/><category term="love for money"/><category term="need a child"/><category term="need a job"/><category term="preparing for an interview"/><category term="separation"/><category term="society"/><category term="spouse"/><category term="val&#39;s day"/><category term="what people do for money"/><category term="wife"/><category term="women"/><title type='text'>Heart2heart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennyhola.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5897415841688899229/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennyhola.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5897415841688899229/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Tennyhola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10309032723907758041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVcb3VbJGPi3sC2GeDDkOtgkXVyvJpu7x5hYsuVsEJq9HcUD0LtNG6yGuBMlG16GXZ1_Da7TQxua7mFnPBU9GJXBPF5NJSIHG6hcct7nVcMbpvlaCeYY2oR8H7-iOi6w/s220/image.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897415841688899229.post-1190563502732217716</id><published>2014-10-08T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2014-10-08T22:09:05.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA but back</title><content type='html'>Hi friends, sorry I have been MIA. So many things kept me away, like a tough pregnacy, miracle of birthing my baby and exhaustion of caring for 2 kids.&lt;br /&gt;
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In July, God blessed us with another bouncing baby girl. All I hear is okay so you will be trying for a boy next year? Seriously?! Are you freaking kidding me? Well, I&#39;m done in that department. May God keep them and be with us while we raise them.&lt;br /&gt;
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I can&#39;t help but wonder why anyone in 2014 would think you must have a male child to feel accomplished. A child is a child, boy or girl be thankful. I love my girls, they make me happy and it is such a treasure to watch them grow. My eldest has been an amazing big sister even though she over does it sometimes but Diaper change has been a lot easier with her around, helping mummy with getting the diaper plus wipes and eventually getting rid of the changed diaper. Can&#39;t help but love them.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m back now and will be writing more. Thanks for sticking around readers. Muah. &lt;br /&gt;
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Sharing a picture of my adorable GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;
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30-year-old Richie Parker of Beaufort, South Carolina was born without arms, many people told him he couldn’t ride a bike, live on his own and have a successful job. Parker proved them all wrong and is a star Vehicle Engineer at Hendrick Motorsports.&lt;br /&gt;
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I read this piece and it brought tears to my eyes. Please read a mother&#39;s testimony:&lt;br /&gt;
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After eight years of trying to get pregnant, years of praying, crying, anxiety and frustration, I decided to post a prayer request on a popular Nigerian church website. I think the subject was ‘when will I carry my children Lord.’ There were many responses to my prayer request but only one stood out for me. It was from a woman who asked if I had considered adoption as there were many children out there in need of parents.&lt;span id=&quot;more-1660&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Several emotions flitted through my mind after I read the comment; shock, disbelief and then anger…&lt;br /&gt;
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I came to one conclusion – she must have children of her own and now feels she has the audacity to suggest adoption to me, how very selfish of her! Click to continue&lt;br /&gt;
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Like most young brides, I assumed babies would come once we were ready to start. My husband and I had agreed to wait for a year so I was not too concerned when I did not conceive in the first year of our marriage. However, I should have known something was wrong since I was not using any birth control device and yet did not get pregnant. Well, I was too comfortable in the euphoria of marriage to worry about it then. Looking back, I’m glad I did not start worrying right away. It would have robbed me of the early joys of marriage. I definitely worried for several years after that. It became the defining issue in my life and marriage. As if it that was not bad enough, I had to deal with all the looks, the glances from family members, colleagues at work and neighbors. This was not something I could hide or deal with in the quiet of my room.&lt;br /&gt;
Eventually, the stares and glances became questions and comments. Some were borne out of genuine concern and some were meant to ridicule. It seemed like everyone had an opinion on why we were unable to have children. We went for several prayer meetings and looked forward to the month when it would finally happen. Months rolled into years and years rolled into more years. Hope led to disappointment and disappointment became disbelief. Why would God let me go through this? Why would God let this happen to me? I could not believe this was happening to us. While trying to deal with all this, random people would offer suggestions that perhaps it was something we had done in our past that was finally catching up with us. Maybe an unconfessed sin, some evil that we deserved. It seemed everyone had a right to suggest a solution whether they were solicited or not.&lt;br /&gt;
I finally sought medical intervention ten years into our marriage and one of the procedures led to pregnancy. We were ecstatic; it was unbelievable, too good to be true. And indeed it was as I lost the pregnancy after six weeks. What! After all that, only to have the joy be short-lived! The pain was indescribable and can only be understood by someone who’s been through a similar experience. After the initial pain, we were ready to try again. We threw ourselves into more procedures and surgeries and two years after the first pregnancy, I got pregnant again! We were so excited, we finally have what we have been looking for and I thought I would be able to manage my emotions better this time around.&lt;br /&gt;
Unconsciously, I blamed myself for the first miscarriage – I assumed that it was the over excitement that caused it. This time around, I was going to be cool, calm and collected. Six weeks later, I knew something was wrong and in a matter of hours, my worst fears were confirmed. The pain this time was much worse, it was unbearable. I was simply inconsolable and I cried all the time. Nothing seemed to make sense. Along the line, I believe God allowed my path to cross with a woman who had a car accident and lost members of her family. She showed me her scars and I was jolted back into reality – it was not the end of the world. No far from it, for as long as I was alive, I could hope, I could dream. That encounter was the beginning of my healing.&lt;br /&gt;
Just when you think it could not get any worse, I was diagnosed with stage two thyroid cancer – I believe it was a side effect of some of the fertility medications. All of a sudden everything changed. All these years, I thought being childless was the worst thing that could happen to me until this happened. Having a child became a distant thought, and then I understood the meaning of that phrase ‘where there’s life, there’s hope’. All I thought about, prayed for and hoped for was to live. I went through surgeries and treatments and thank God everything went well. By God’s grace, I am alive and well.&lt;br /&gt;
After this medical challenge, I experienced a paradigm shift. My opinion about motherhood changed completely. All of a sudden it was less important whether I was able to carry a pregnancy to term or not. It really did not matter anymore; all that mattered was to have a child of my own. A child that would call me ‘mommy’. I no longer cared what anyone thought about me – God spared me and gave me another chance and I was not going to waste any more time crying. There were several children waiting for mommies and daddies and I believed this was something I was called to do. Adoption is not just my prayers being answered but also the prayer someone said for that little child being answered.&lt;br /&gt;
Today, my husband and I are proud parents of a beautiful baby girl. Our daughter came in the fifteenth years of our marriage, she was 10 months old when we first met her and she is the most beautiful thing that’s happened to us.&lt;br /&gt;
Adoption is a beautiful thing and I am fulfilled as a woman, as a mother and as a wife. All the years of praying eventually led us to this wonderful gift from God, a child of our own. Although not from our biological frames but very much birthed through our spiritual womb in prayers. She is every inch a daddy’s girl and our lives have been enriched because of her. Someday, she will read this story and she will understand how truly loved she is. So loved, that her mommy and daddy had to go through all this, before meeting her.&lt;br /&gt;
I dedicate this story to all those out there who have waited and longed for something so desperately yet it seems the more they search for it, the more out of reach it has become. Don’t give up – keep hope alive!&lt;/div&gt;
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don&#39;t feel like it, I just want you to hold me.&quot;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I said, &quot;WHAT?!! What was that?!&quot;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;So she says the words that every husband on the planet
dreads to hear...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;&quot;You&#39;re just not in touch with my emotional needs as
a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man.&quot; She
responded to my puzzled look by saying, &quot;Can&#39;t you just love me for who I
am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?&quot;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night, I
went to sleep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to
spend time with her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a
big department store. I walked around with her while she tried on several
different very expensive outfits. She couldn&#39;t decide which one to take, so I
told her we&#39;d just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to compliment her new
clothes, so I said, &quot;Lets get a pair for each outfit.&quot;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;We went on to the jewellery department where she picked
out a pair of diamond earrings. She was so excited. She must have thought I was
one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me because
she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn&#39;t even know how to play tennis.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I think I threw her for a loop when I said, &quot;That&#39;s
fine, honey.&quot; She was so excited.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Smiling with anticipation, she finally said, &quot;I
think this is all dear, let&#39;s go to the cashier.&quot;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out,
&quot;No honey, I don&#39;t feel like it.&quot;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped,
&quot;WHAT?&quot;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I then said, &quot;Honey! I just want you to HOLD this
stuff for a while. You&#39;re just not in touch with my financial needs as a man
enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman.&quot;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;And just when she had this look like she was going to
kill me, I added, &quot;Why can&#39;t you just love me for who I am and not for the
things I buy you?&quot;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;by Shelley Emling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Finding a longtime couple who complains about too much hot sex is about as unusual as coming across an ice cube in the Sahara. For many, sex can grow a bit mundane after so many years with the same person. But all is not lost. You, too, can revitalize your sex life just by changing even a few of your everyday habits. Having been married for 22 years, I speak from experience. I also learned a few things by reaching out to Huff/Post50 contributor Ken Solin,who’s also AARP’s dating expert.&lt;br /&gt;
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“If you’re sex life is on auto-pilot that may mean you’re not being fully present &lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when you’re making love with your partner. The same foreplay, position and orgasms are boring after a while,” he said. “While it does require some amount of thought, it’s helpful to try to make love at least a little differently each time. Change the foreplay menu. Avoid monotony by making love in new positions. The words ‘boring’ and ‘sex’ don’t ever belong in the same sentence.”&lt;br /&gt;
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For additional help, here are four bedtime habits that may be killing your sex life. Have your own ideas? Let us know in comments.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;1. An open bathroom door policy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, I realize the movie This is 40 showed Leslie Mann chatting with her husband Paul Rudd while he was on the toilet, but — really — your partner doesn’t need to see you in the bathroom, or even cutting your toenails, no matter how close you two are. Leave a little mystery in the relationship and reap the rewards in the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;2. Wearing too many clothes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I used to wear sweats all the time to bed. Bad idea! You want to have more sex? Go to bed wearing the same kind of sexy lingerie you used to wear when you were dating. Or, better yet, wear your birthday suit. And get ready to have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;3. Asking your partner if he or she would like to make love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Solin’s advice? “Grab your partner, take your partner in your arms and kiss him or her deeply, without breaking away, until whether or not to have sex isn’t the question … but whether on the sofa, the bed, a chair or the floor is the question,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;4. Paying attention to the TV, your phone or your computer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don’t just silence your phone. Leave it — and your computer — in the kitchen. You don’t need them. And don’t go to bed with the news on. Nothing kills the mood faster than the latest tragedy in the Middle East. A few years back, researchers released a study showing that couples who have a TV in their bedroom have sex half as often as those who don’t. Sounds about right to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shelly Emling is the Post 50 editor of &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.huffingtonpost.com/shelley-emling/better-sex_b_3222875.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c8383f;&quot;&gt;Huffington Post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; where this article was originally published&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;script id=&quot;_wau8kd&quot;&gt;var _wau = _wau || []; _wau.push([&quot;map&quot;, &quot;lz3vaaa3bbil&quot;, &quot;8kd&quot;, &quot;420&quot;, &quot;210&quot;, &quot;classic&quot; , &quot;star-red&quot;]);(function() { var s=document.createElement(&quot;script&quot;);s.src=&quot;http://widgets.amung.us/map.js&quot;; s.async=true; document.getElementsByTagName(&quot;head&quot;)[0].appendChild(s); })();&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennyhola.blogspot.com/feeds/2398712888297204704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tennyhola.blogspot.com/2013/06/bed-time-rules-for-couples.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5897415841688899229/posts/default/2398712888297204704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5897415841688899229/posts/default/2398712888297204704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennyhola.blogspot.com/2013/06/bed-time-rules-for-couples.html' title='Bed Time Rules for couples'/><author><name>Tennyhola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10309032723907758041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVcb3VbJGPi3sC2GeDDkOtgkXVyvJpu7x5hYsuVsEJq9HcUD0LtNG6yGuBMlG16GXZ1_Da7TQxua7mFnPBU9GJXBPF5NJSIHG6hcct7nVcMbpvlaCeYY2oR8H7-iOi6w/s220/image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdoBQ6Wn8gUE5z5TFjW5YHa6Xmpo0aVAA-3x2vi8CKtAxj2rRgfUi0sMvYFM6bdIYTCsMvy2RsOqiw84It3mgSsdddmPYus4_GPWdPND0O1FedyKNJAe3HzbTvZU7ShXMPSs_JGmv2y_uI/s72-c/8811-1_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897415841688899229.post-5226689948252144710</id><published>2013-06-17T13:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2013-06-17T13:40:13.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>....Another letter from the grave</title><content type='html'>Another abused woman, i hope she finds peace now. This is a letter she wrote about her marriage before she passed....quite lengthy and sad.&lt;br /&gt;
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I bid you farewell…………………………………………..&lt;br /&gt;
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I am grateful to God that I will rest in His bosom and I am more grateful because I have always wanted this opportunity to speak my mind even unto death. I guess you are surprised that even the dead can air an opinion; in my case I really wanted to because I knew that God was preparing a place for me and that is where I will be.  Do not weep for so long because I found eternal peace in Him. The very peace that has eroded me in about twelve years of my God given years (at the time of this writing I am forty-one years of age and I have been married for twelve years). This is my story………&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am Yetunde nee Olotu as I am fondly called by my immediate family in Nigeria but here I am being referred to as Omodolapo Jagha as named by the love of my life.  Now, I  am Dolapo GoodGod , the surname I adopted when I realized that I no longer have a husband who will be there for me. The very man I should expect to be the Master of ceremony at my burial, the man you think would miss my departure the most but unfortunately not. I believe my estranged husband is glad that he is now free from the bondage called marriage.&lt;/div&gt;
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Noble Jagha, I hope you feel so happy now that your prophesy to Maryam Hassan and other girlfriends of yours that I will soon die so you can marry them is now fulfilled. The truth is that my body may be dead but my hope of glory in heaven is constant as God lives. I may not be here again but I am so sure you will never find anyone to love you the way I did…… You were my first love, the very man who deflowered me but turned his back on me years after that I was not good on bed  (not sexy enough for you), I was not good at cooking but I managed to learn and cook your local meal of Starch and Banga. He said, “I was so paranoid” because I complained that you are only comfortable making phone calls in the car and returning home at midnight. You finally abandoned me and the children in December, 2012 after all the mental and physical abuse I suffered from you. You could not face the wrath of law as I got a safety and protection order against you because I was afraid that you would eventually take my life. While you lived with us, you were of no use, as you were not readily available to do your matrimonial and fatherly duties.  How painful it was to take the twins to school walking all the way from Ongar to Little Pace, sometimes after getting a chemo. Even when I pleaded with you to look after the kids when I have appointments at the hospital you refused. Thank God for the Irish government (HSE) that provided me with home help (Margaret), my cousin,  grandma Odelade,  Sola and S. Bimbo (my wonderful sisters in church), my friend, confidant  (Gbemi)  who stuck to me like a sister, she is known in all our kids’ school as their guardian because you were not there. You found solace in your numerous, “your attraction” as you referred to the choir leader and probably your new sizzling romance Sheila Luxembor whom you kept my kids with without my consent. I hope she told you I rang her and made peace with her when I did no wrong (Yeah, I did this to secure my heaven).&lt;/div&gt;
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Hhhhmmmm……….the Lord is my strength.&lt;/div&gt;
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Oti, how do you feel after physically and mentally tormenting me? You can now be happy that “the living corpse” (as you often referred to me) in your home has finally gone to be with God. You no longer have to hit me or pounce on me anymore. In death I have forgiving you because I loved you but I hope you are able to forgive yourself…….? I cannot forget in a minute how I felt so let down that I took to my heels and sought refuge in that sister’s place and later on at the women’s refuge. I am sure your defense is that I died as a cancer patient but I believe I could live a day longer if you were there for me……  I went through the pains of Cancer lonely! Rather than supporting, you rejected me. Isn’t marriage meant to be for better or for worse.….? I hope when I remember how childish you were for taking the boot you bought for me and returning the wrist watch I bought for you I can peacefully sigh a relief for leaving this cruel world. You were so mean to me! Oti, you were really mean to Emmanuella too. How could you ill-treat your own children because they are girls? I have all the horrible text messages you sent to me documented; psychologically you killed me before my death.&lt;/div&gt;
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Pastor Jagha, a man of God! The church has failed in their duty to help you from fallen, they have pampered you for doing wrong in order to save their face and invariably they have failed me. Church is meant for sinners irrespective of their position and as such no one should be above chastising. I hope after my demise our father in the Lord would have enough evidence to correct the wrong of my beloved husband. No wonder my so-called husband was able to trick the church who also lured me to take off the safety and protection order and stop me from getting a separation that I so long for. On my dying bed I made copies of telephone bills showing his immoral communication with a worker in the church  at Athlone but there was still no sufficient evidence……… The church that should be a place of refuge became a place of torment for me. I hope you can also enjoy your new relationship with Sheila, I learnt you told some of your church members that I asked her to look after my kids because I was sick in the hospital whereas  she keeps malice with me just because of your sex romp with her. Oti, you left my children at home for two days and went to sleep with your girl friend in Athlone. You also asked my under-aged children to travel on bus to Athlone by themselves while I was on the hospital bed. I loved you but you failed me and you know it.&lt;/div&gt;
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The bitter pill that I have to swallow is the fact that I can no longer be there for my lovely girls .Their beloved father despised them so because I could not make a male child (you claimed that I was unable to have a boy child because I did not drink from the anointing oil which you asked me to drink and that makes you detest me too). I am deeply sorry that I did not drink it; maybe that would have spared me of some lashes.  Our lovely first daughter at age twelve said, “Mummy I don’t think I will get married” This is as a result of the abuse that my child suffered from our marriage… If you are a loved one and you know my daughter, please help me say to her that marriage is to be enjoyed and not endured….. I want her to be married and make me proud!&lt;/div&gt;
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Oti, why do you always run away from your problems rather than resolving them?  You left Nigeria because of your involvement in fraud at the bank which you never resolved.  As I speak you owe my mother a sum of one million, two hundred thousand naira which you have no plan to repay.  How come you had issues even with your own sibling in the U.K to such an extent that you poisoned her…..?  That is the more reason why I was so scared for my life.   You are such a difficult person, the community welfare officer , our GP, Olive at Hartstown , the Child protection unit at Finglas and our father in the Lord tried their best to advise you to no avail. You were not ready to make me happy.&lt;/div&gt;
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Noble Jagha, you wanted me dead as soon as possible.  I still wonder why you refused to come with me for separation times and again when I asked that we should part ways. I know your intent may be to make gains from my years of labour at Anpost. I worked so hard to pay the rent, to feed us and even paid some of your fees to pursue your MBA. Despite all my effort you were never satisfied, even on my sick bed you demanded for money…..I hope you are happy that you have them all and you can feed your numerous girlfriends with them.  I plead with you and I besiege all that reads this to appeal to you that you do the following after my demise which is of utmost importance (I hope you will heed advice for once).&lt;/div&gt;
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1.       That you may put in trust/fixed deposit for my daughters all monies raised from my burial and benefits from my workplace having paid all expenses incurred and other personal loan taking from my friends during my period of illness. My daughters need to know I care for them even in my grave.&lt;/div&gt;
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2.       That, I have a will in which I have named the executors to my will and joint custodians of our children. The lawyer will keep you posted in due course, please adhere!&lt;/div&gt;
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3.       Oti you can also pay any money that you owe from the monies before the account is opened.&lt;/div&gt;
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4.       Kindly pay my mother the money you owe her too before the account is fixed.&lt;/div&gt;
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5.       I want my mother to be a part of my children’s life, please don’t deprive her.&lt;/div&gt;
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6.       Oti  make peace with my family and friends (stop making enemies out of the people that helps me).&lt;/div&gt;
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Oti, it may surprise you but I have to let you know that I have the password to your facebook account and email accounts!  How come I am not on your friend list? Why did you also refuse to tell me the cause of your mother’s death? I know she died of cancer! Hmmmm&lt;/div&gt;
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Oti does not love me; he could not stay with me in sickness despite the fact that I loved him more than my children. Hhmmmm&lt;/div&gt;
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I hope my mother can forgive me for not heeding her advice in respect of my choice of marriage and I pray that God gives her and my father the fortitude to bear this irreparable lost.&lt;/div&gt;
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It is too late to cry when the head is off.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thank you for not leaving me alone in my time of troubles and needs my sisters, thank you sister for going to Olive’s school, please follow up with Emmanuel as planned, I don’t want my children to suffer. I am so worried …..I am tired.&lt;/div&gt;
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I don’t want you people to go, don’t leave me alone. I want someone to sleep here with me tonight.&lt;/div&gt;
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signed.&lt;/div&gt;
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Omodolapo GoodGod&lt;/div&gt;
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27/04/2013.&lt;br /&gt;
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SOURCE: Dare Lasisi&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;If you&#39;ve ever been cheated on by your spouse, then maybe you should read this. Tina Campbell, the other half of gospel group &lt;i&gt;Mary Mary&lt;/i&gt; opened up to Ebony magazine June issue about infidelity in her marriage; how her husband of 13 years had an affair for two years; how she first wanted to harm him and divorce him, then learning to forgive and working things out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina on discovering her husband was having an affair:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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“Once I became aware [of the affair], I initially wanted to kill my husband…I was considering adjusting the will, the living trust and all that kind of stuff. I did physically try to stab him. Several times…I never got to the point of physical harm, not really, but my words…My words hurt. ” &lt;/blockquote&gt;
A few days after the online publication, Tina posted a message to her fans on her website asking for prayers. Click &quot;Read more&quot; to continue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi fans and friends. It’s Tina. I hope all of you are well and I thank you for all the love and support you’ve shown my sister and I over the years.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I&#39;m actually writing you on behalf of my husband Teddy and I. I’m assuming that many of you have seen or heard about our article in &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.johnsonpublishing.com/index.php/press-release/mary-mary-latest-cover-feature-of-ebony-magazine&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #b41e20;&quot;&gt;Ebony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that discussed the challenges of overcoming infidelity in our marriage. Well since the article, the challenges have worsened. My hope turned into hopelessness &amp;amp; despair and I became unwilling to forgive and fight, until God showed me myself.&lt;br /&gt;My husband’s struggle, was with sexual immorality BUT I have struggled with anger, rage, unforgiveness, pride, just to name a few, for over 2 decades. The devil wanted to use strongholds that took hold of our lives in our childhood, to remain and destroy us as adults. So now instead of being mad at each other we’re mad at the devil and we’re ready to fight.&lt;br /&gt;Today we began a 30 day fast (May 24th-June 22nd) for complete deliverance &amp;amp; restoration. If u are able to, please fast and/or pray daily that God would answer our prayers and give us a deeper love &amp;amp; commitment to him and to each other. We believe he still works miracles and he can give us the greatest marriage we could have ever imagined. We can pray alone BUT your prayers will certainly help.&lt;br /&gt;Some Scriptures To Target Your Prayer&lt;br /&gt;2 Chronicles 7:14&lt;br /&gt;“If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.”&lt;br /&gt;James 5:16&lt;br /&gt;“Therefore, confess your sins to one another, and pray for one another so that you may be healed. The effective prayer of a righteous man can accomplish much.”&lt;br /&gt;Thanks in advance. Talk to you in 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;Tina&lt;br /&gt;Tina and Teddy got married in 2000 and have four children together.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Jon and Darla Crocker, who dutifully abstained from sex during their 14-month courtship, have remained abstinent after marriage and plan to do so indefinitely.&lt;br /&gt;
“If it was holy before, it must be double-holy afterwards,” Darla says.&lt;br /&gt;
They have now completed 25 months of marriage without any sexual contact, going about their normal lives, jobs and social calendar with no hint of relational strain.&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes after dinner they will kiss in the kitchen and “start having bedroom thoughts,” Darla says, but they never fail to pull back. Darla breaks away to spray cool, misted water on her face. Jon eats a whole raw potato to take himself out of the mood.&lt;br /&gt;
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They don’t know when they’ll finally break the pledge, and they feel no pressure. After abstaining so long before marriage, “a few extra years is nothing,” says Darla.&lt;br /&gt;
“Of course, we don’t lord it over any other couple who decides to have sex after marriage, but for us it’s about staying faithful to the abstinence message and the holiness involved with that,” says Jon who seems unbothered. “For us, true love waits, and waits, and waits.” •&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;script id=&quot;_wau8kd&quot;&gt;var _wau = _wau || []; _wau.push([&quot;map&quot;, &quot;lz3vaaa3bbil&quot;, &quot;8kd&quot;, &quot;420&quot;, &quot;210&quot;, &quot;classic&quot; , &quot;star-red&quot;]);(function() { var s=document.createElement(&quot;script&quot;);s.src=&quot;http://widgets.amung.us/map.js&quot;; s.async=true; document.getElementsByTagName(&quot;head&quot;)[0].appendChild(s); })();&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennyhola.blogspot.com/feeds/2188448390081072531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tennyhola.blogspot.com/2013/06/a-little-beyond-me-couple-maintaining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5897415841688899229/posts/default/2188448390081072531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5897415841688899229/posts/default/2188448390081072531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennyhola.blogspot.com/2013/06/a-little-beyond-me-couple-maintaining.html' title='A little beyond me - Couple maintaining abstinence after 2 years of marriage and on'/><author><name>Tennyhola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10309032723907758041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVcb3VbJGPi3sC2GeDDkOtgkXVyvJpu7x5hYsuVsEJq9HcUD0LtNG6yGuBMlG16GXZ1_Da7TQxua7mFnPBU9GJXBPF5NJSIHG6hcct7nVcMbpvlaCeYY2oR8H7-iOi6w/s220/image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFR2M5QRWSiKJenLtalSxEfLkufQCNgjcgJ2XPRYP8uru_j_gspepMuj6nZc-Ct9mh5yPNLFe8G0TIf34p8mTt3jNDZ0KbhIz_3fk9KiSlyVoVlHGCByTiwgXhapQzgK2VIkQxcCnU9cCY/s72-c/Christian-couple-maintains-abstinence-through-first-two-years-of-marriage.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897415841688899229.post-8690849992203634014</id><published>2013-05-28T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-06-01T14:36:46.873-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="divorce"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="separation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Single parenting"/><title type='text'>Single Parenting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Today, i would like to talk about single parents. I have nothing against being a single parent because i know it happens most times due to circumstances beyond their control.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are various reasons why people become single parents; it could be as a result&amp;nbsp;of one party&#39;s good or bad attitude. Or it may be that both parties are totally incompatitble. Whatever the case may be both parties agreed to go their seperate ways.&lt;br /&gt;
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My point in this write-up is regarding the children. I have heard and seen various situations where the party with custody of the child(ren) isn&#39;t playing his/her part right. In a case where, single&amp;nbsp;parents&amp;nbsp;are bringing different men/women home on a daily basis is highly irresponsible. I do totally understand that a single&amp;nbsp;parent will yearn for the company of a significant other but while doing this it is important that you realise that the child(ren) are going through a hard time dealing with their parents being separated.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, you can meet up with a significant other without letting him/her into your home until you are sure he/she is the one you are going to be with. By doing this, you will save your&amp;nbsp;child(ren) the stress of seeing up to&amp;nbsp;20 or more (Step fathers-to-be) and yet no father figure. It would also allow your kids to award you the respect that you deserve.&amp;nbsp;Remember child(ren) see their parents as their role models so anything you do they copy. It would be bad if you make the same mistake twice so be responsible when making a second choice.&lt;br /&gt;
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When choosing a significant other, be sure that he/she has the best interest of your child(ren) at heart, if you don&#39;t check this then you are being selfish. If you decide to be alone, then try your best to provide the best training for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;
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To the party who doesnt have custody of the children. Regarding Child support - You don&#39;t need to be chased around by anyone for you to know that your child(ren)&#39;s school fees or clothing allowance or feeding allowance need to be paid. I can imagine how Obama&#39;s Kenyan family feel right now (If only they had supported this man when he was growing up). Don&#39;t wait till your kids are Obama until you play your role in their lives. Children are a gift from God and it is your responsibilty to take care of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Your kids don&#39;t even see you because you just don&#39;t care. The only places they see you are in photographs or at other people&#39;s party. You don&#39;t even remember their birthdays not to talk of calling them to wish them a &quot;Happy Birthday&quot;. This is totally wrong.....make ammends before it is too late.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is never too late to turn over a new leaf....make amends in every way necessary. &lt;br /&gt;
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WHAT A PITY.........&lt;br /&gt;The Wife Came Home Early From Work And Found Her Husband In Bedroom&amp;nbsp;Making Love To A Very Attractive Young Woman. She Cried: “You Are A Disrespectful Pig! How Dare You Do This To Me — A Faithful Wife, The Mother Of Your Children! I’m Leaving You. I Want A Divorce Right Away!” Husband Replied: “Hang On Just A Minute Love So At Least I Can Tell You What Happened.” She Sobbed: “Fine, Go Ahead, But They’ll Be The Last Words You’ll Say To Me!” 
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And The Husband Began – Well, I Was Getting Into The Car To Drive Home, And This Young Lady Here Asked Me For A Lift. She Looked So Down And Out And Defenseless That I Took Pity On Her And Let Her Into The Car. I Noticed That She Was Very Thin, Not Well Dressed And Very Dirty. She Told Me That She Hadn’t Eaten For Three Days. So, In My Compassion, I Brought Her Home And Warmed Up The Enchiladas I Made For You Last Night, The Ones You Wouldn’t Eat Because You’re Afraid You’ll Put On Weight. Si&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_hide&quot;&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;nce She Needed A Good Clean-Up, I Suggested A Shower, And While She Was Doing That, I Noticed Her Clothes Were Dirty And Full Of Holes, So I Threw Them Away. Then, As She Needed Clothes, I Gave Her The Designer Jeans That You Have Had For A Few Years, But Don’t Wear Because You Say They Are Too Tight. I Also Gave Her The Underwear That Was Your Anniversary Present, Which You Don’t Wear Because I Don’t Have Good Taste. I Found The Sexy Blouse My Sister Gave You For Christmas That You Don’t Wear Just To Annoy Her, And I Also Donated Those Boots You Bought At The Expensive Boutique And Don’t Wear Because Someone At Work Has A Pair The Same. The Husband Took A Quick Breath And Continued: “She Was So Grateful For My Understanding And Help That As I Walked Her To The Door, She Turned To Me With Tears In Her Eyes And Said, “Please … Do You Have Anything Else That Your Wife Doesn’t Use?“..,..*Lobatan*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When i read this story....my first question was: Why is your friend living with you when you know the kind of husband you have? Can this kind of attrocities be forgiven?&lt;br /&gt;
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A randy husband Edwin (surname withheld) at the Junior Staff Quarters, Asaba, Delta State, has put his wife&#39;s bosom in the family way three months after wedding. Reports said Edwin&#39;s wife on Thursday last week moved out of her matrimonial home when it was confirmed by the husband&#39;s personal doctor that her friend was pregnant for her husband.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Edwin&#39;s wife and her friend, reporters learnt, were course mates at the Obafemi Awolowo University (OAU), Ill- Efe, where Edwin, who was then doing his youth service in the area, met her.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was gathered that, Nneka, as she was identified, made herself useful to her newly married friend who had become pregnant, a situation she allegedly took advantage of by making herself useful in home chores and helping to prepare meals for the man, who is reportedly a senior banker in one of the new generation banks.&lt;br /&gt;
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Speaking to reporters, the victim, who did not want her name in print, said: &quot;I never knew there was something fishy as I was not suspecting my best friend. But there was a day she told me she was going to check her parents in Ibadan.&lt;br /&gt;
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A day after she left, my husband told me he was billed for an official assignment in Lagos, and would not be back in four days time. My husband returned to Asaba about the same time Nneka came back from her Ibadan trip.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Two months later, a lady in our estate called me and asked if I observed that Nneka was pregnant. I called her one day to ask her. She opened up, telling me she had actually wanted to tell me but do not know how to approach the matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;It was then she opened up, telling that it was the time she traveled to Ibadan, my husband came to meet her and they both slept together for four days.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Cambria&#39;,&#39;serif&#39;; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;What happened to the days when ladies were cultured and displayed good morals ? We need those days back. Sigh! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Cambria&#39;,&#39;serif&#39;; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;My name is Chinwe, I am 26 years old, I am not a graduate simply because I was stupid and careless. On my 24&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday, I received a nice gift, it was a blackberry phone, I always wanted one, it was like a right of passage, my ex-boyfriend got it for me, he was a student like me, didn’t have a job, and I really never cared to ask as he could afford it, my concern at that point was, yes I had finally arrived, other girls in my hostel had blackberries and I would always get pissed when I heard sounds of pings and messages coming into their phones at all hours and I would stare at my nokia phone and wish I could throw it away, but half bread they say is better than none, so I hoped and even fasted to get a blackberry phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Cambria&#39;,&#39;serif&#39;; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Looking back now, if I had the opportunity, I’d have a landline with no internet activity what so ever, anyway I got the blackberry phone and even got free BIS subscription, at that moment my life was complete, no more going to the cyber cafes to check my emails, my face-book or twitter, I had it all at my finger tips, life indeed was complete, or so I thought. Anyway, I became addicted to my blackberry and also my social media applications, and since I had constant access, I quickly gained enough followers, and especially guys, mostly because I had a lot of erotic pictures on my timeline. I was popular, finally I felt I was the main girl, everyone wanted to follow me, I didn’t care if it was virtual, it felt good, checking out my profile and having well over 8,000 followers, more than half of which were guys.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Cambria&#39;,&#39;serif&#39;; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;One particular guy caught my attention, till this day I don’t know what made him stand out, but we got chatty, he sent me direct messages and I replied, he was quiet a gentleman , and I can’t remember him ever asking for a nude picture unlike the rest of them, so this made me comfortable with him, his name was Tobi, he said he was a doctor.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t have any cause to doubt him, he had extensive knowledge and even gave me some medical advice from time to time, we eventually moved from twitter to blackberry chat, we chatted all the time, I got so comfortable with him, I gave him my number, and that would come to be the biggest mistake I ever made. Tobi called me every day, some days he called more than once, at night he would call and I would lay on my bed and have phone sex with him, his voice was so soothing, he made me do things I never thought possible, he had gained so much access into my head, I realized later I had done some very sick and twisted things just to please him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Cambria&#39;,&#39;serif&#39;; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I would take nude pictures of myself, I would send him videos of me touching myself in private, and send him voice notes of me making moaning sounds and simulating orgasms, and all this while we had not met, not face to face at least, eventually I played into his hands, I began pestering to meet him in person, at this point I had lost my mind, I assumed I was in-love with him, and when my boyfriend at the time broke up with me, I really welcomed it, for me it meant no more sneaking around. Tobi eventually agreed to come to lagos to meet me, all this while he had made me to believe he was in Calabar, and would take time off work to spend a weekend with me in Lagos, when I heard this I was excited, he told me to book a reservation for him, stating he would pay me back as soon as he arrived and also he said it would make him more committed to the visit and would convince him of my seriousness. I bought it all, he was smart, he was cunning, and I was stupid, oh how stupid I was. The funny thing was I had sent him tons of pictures, and all I had was just one picture of him, and whenever I asked he would claim he wanted to be sure I loved him for him, and not for his looks, and sheepishly I would try to convince him of my undying love, and would try to appease him with nude pictures of my body.&lt;br style=&quot;mso-special-character: line-break;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;mso-special-character: line-break;&quot; /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Cambria&#39;,&#39;serif&#39;; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;He eventually made it to lagos, I met him at the hotel, he was tall, handsome and had a wonderful smile, he made love to me over and over, and convinced me to spend the night with him, I told him I couldn’t, because I had a test the next morning, now at this point I don’t know what triggered his anger, don’t know if it was because I couldn’t spend the night, or maybe I said something else I can’t remember saying, but whatever it was, brought out a very ugly side of him, he called me foul names, and kept going on and on about how he always knew I was cheap, and he knew I was sleeping with other men, the same man whom had swept me away, slammed me on the floor, he told me of how he had shown his friends all my nude pictures and how they had watched the videos and listened to the voice notes, he told me he had made a bet with his friends, that I would actually pay for him to have sex with me, just to prove how stupid I was, well you can imagine how I felt, I was confused and shocked, but I attempted to regain any little dignity I had left, and so I tried to mouth off at him, suddenly he punched me in the face, and I tripped over, and hit my head on a stool.&lt;br style=&quot;mso-special-character: line-break;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;mso-special-character: line-break;&quot; /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Cambria&#39;,&#39;serif&#39;; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The next thing I remember was waking up on the bed, I was tied up, and he was staring at me, his eyes were dark and he had a sinister smile on his lips, he stood up and walked towards me ,I tried to scream and realized my mouth was tapped, my head was racing, the unfortunate part was that no one knew where I was, he turned me over, and told me he was going to teach me a lesson, at this point I was naked, he rapped me from behind, and I mean my anus, the pain was mind blowing, I struggled, and he hit me, when he was done he brought out a small blade, and he looked at me for a minute and said, this scare is going to always serve as a reminder, for girls like you always trying to be more than you are, for stupid fools like you, he put the blade to my nipple and cut it off, and anytime I think of it, I still feel the pain, it was like nothing I had ever felt before, he was calm, like he had done it a million times, I could feel the warm blood dripping down my mutilated breast, tears of fear and pain running down my face, and suddenly he turned around again, this time all I saw was a flash. I don’t know how I survived it, but I woke up in a hospital days after, well I was awake, bt my eyes were swollen shut, It took a couple of days for me to open my one good eye. There was no record of who I was, coz he had taken everything, he had taken my bag, containing everything I had. I was able to tell the nurses what I could remember, and also give them my mum’s phone number, the hospital felt so much pity, they actually treated me for free, hard to believe right?&lt;br style=&quot;mso-special-character: line-break;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;mso-special-character: line-break;&quot; /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;script id=&quot;_wau8kd&quot;&gt;var _wau = _wau || []; _wau.push([&quot;map&quot;, &quot;lz3vaaa3bbil&quot;, &quot;8kd&quot;, &quot;420&quot;, &quot;210&quot;, &quot;classic&quot; , &quot;star-red&quot;]);(function() { var s=document.createElement(&quot;script&quot;);s.src=&quot;http://widgets.amung.us/map.js&quot;; s.async=true; document.getElementsByTagName(&quot;head&quot;)[0].appendChild(s); })();&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennyhola.blogspot.com/feeds/8392770107497110782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tennyhola.blogspot.com/2013/04/sexual-predator-meets-lady-with-no.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5897415841688899229/posts/default/8392770107497110782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5897415841688899229/posts/default/8392770107497110782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennyhola.blogspot.com/2013/04/sexual-predator-meets-lady-with-no.html' title='Sexual predator meets lady with no morals'/><author><name>Tennyhola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10309032723907758041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVcb3VbJGPi3sC2GeDDkOtgkXVyvJpu7x5hYsuVsEJq9HcUD0LtNG6yGuBMlG16GXZ1_Da7TQxua7mFnPBU9GJXBPF5NJSIHG6hcct7nVcMbpvlaCeYY2oR8H7-iOi6w/s220/image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Gv6u2ZL5bUQmfVOIC8MRqbcw5E6Mi24GlM8TYRT_jzNtDht5cqHSWBUwnT_c-5OXQQ2WeVAcIoFJu2akkC7c1qqEXalgdyXby_NPZHDg-owS4Z0UYJwDCAdI1cE_VoHI0jMkIyAt5-Ey/s72-c/Tee.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897415841688899229.post-4685749703048716069</id><published>2013-04-12T13:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2013-04-12T14:07:48.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQDTCGsUIUOe9d-LaLNJIhkXt2dNPLBlcAt2o9h_Y8UTIoYnzOfyuF0jVr5Ps-gXlsr1bCExF-PT8y4xulqrrov15EOxPpDbwQSvkaIVqVF-IupWvYqHH6ZPbgIFLSBKP949lufYj7o8d8/s1600/birth-control-choices1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;214&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQDTCGsUIUOe9d-LaLNJIhkXt2dNPLBlcAt2o9h_Y8UTIoYnzOfyuF0jVr5Ps-gXlsr1bCExF-PT8y4xulqrrov15EOxPpDbwQSvkaIVqVF-IupWvYqHH6ZPbgIFLSBKP949lufYj7o8d8/s320/birth-control-choices1.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a beautiful and amazing daughter and now it is time&amp;nbsp;to start thinking&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;number 2. Left to me, i would stick to just having one child bacause kids are a huge investment. You want to always get the maths right when it come to finances but where i come from, having one child is incomplete. &lt;br /&gt;
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So i thought to myself, I wonder when exactly is the right time to do number 2? Well, there is&amp;nbsp;no stipulated right time. Do anything that works for you that&#39;s all my research came up with.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let&#39;s fastforward to what i have been thinking about&amp;nbsp;lately - Birth control. Getting birth control as soon as i do number 2 because we will be putting a full stop to child bearing.&lt;br /&gt;
After my baby number 1, i talked to my doctor about birth&amp;nbsp;control. She recommended a pill and off i went home excited. 2 months later i was back atmy doctor&#39;s office looking bloated and sad. She&amp;nbsp;asked what the problem was, i told her&amp;nbsp;i noticed the pill has&amp;nbsp;made me add a lot of pounds.&amp;nbsp;She then confirmed my fears....yes, you will get super&amp;nbsp;fat with pills. ( I was super upset with my doc....a story for another day).&lt;br /&gt;
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So i thought to spread the news before anyone else falls a victim. Based on my research, here is what i found: &lt;br /&gt;
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Pills - It works but the cons to this method is that you will get fat on the pill and you are more than likely to miss a dose once in a while since you have to take one pill every day.&lt;br /&gt;
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Condoms-&amp;nbsp;it does the job but it makes sex very boring (Advise for married people only. If you are not married&amp;nbsp;and you have multiple sexual partners please always use condoms.....STDs are for real but Abstinence is definitely the best option if you are unmarried)&lt;br /&gt;
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Ring/Coil - This is the best but it requires a minor surgery to have it inserted and you might or might not be seeing your period regularly. &lt;br /&gt;
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Withdrawal method - Just a little splash and you are pregnant so do not rely on this.&lt;br /&gt;
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Safe period - It&amp;nbsp;probably works sometimes but your chances of getting it right might be the same chances you have in winning a lottery.&lt;br /&gt;
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Morning After: Yes, it is good for once in a year kind of accidents but relying on this as birth control is not good for your health.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why birth control?&lt;br /&gt;
You need to plan for the number of kids you want to have so you don&#39;t find yourself begging to pay their school fees or providing basic needs for them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sex is such an amazing experience, so the last thing you want in the back of your head is, “oh God, what will I do if we get pregnant.” That’s right - we. Contraception is a shared responsibility of both partners. And remember, it only takes one “oops” to get pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;
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This is so funny. Clip is&amp;nbsp;10 minutes long, have a good laugh while husband gets busted by wife.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just yesterday I shared a beautiful video. Here is another wonderful video....super hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;
My cousin Akinola Okunrinboye was one of the brains behind this video so thumbs up to everyone who made this short film. This is bringing Hollywood to Nollywood....lol.... The pastor is hilarious... You all got to watch this.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok, so jokes aside.....This video hits the nail on the head....this is exactly what 50% (my estimate) of people in a long term relationship go through. I do understand that there are some circumstances that warrant a long courtship - Finances (Both men and women want to be financially ready to afford all that comes with marriage- a home, a job, atleast a car etc), Age (Some people are just too young to start a marriage hence the long wait), Education/Career ( Substantial education and career not over the top).&lt;br /&gt;
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On the other hand, some people are just plain selfish. They want to eat their cake and still have it (You have a &quot;wife&quot; you are not yet married to but you still want to enjoy the status of being &quot;single&quot;). Don&#39;t be selfish, do what is right if the time is right. While you are thinking he/she will always be there don&#39;t be&amp;nbsp;stunned when you get a wedding invite in the mail and it is ur long term partner getting married to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was in a long term relationship too....it did work for me but it just might not work for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was once out of a job and it took me over 30 interviews to get a job. It was frustrating, but i never gave up till i got what i wanted. In order for you to be the best candidate for the job you will need to do the following:&lt;br /&gt;
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-&amp;nbsp;Build up an outstanding resume: When writing your resume, see yourself as a product that needs to be marketed to prospective buyers. Ofcourse, you want to put your best foot forward. Highlight your skills in relation to the job you are applying for, Educational background (No one cares about your elementary/primary school) so you will want to leave that out. Your experience is very important so it is a good time to brag about your previous responsibilities. Remember you are marketing a product that has to sell ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;
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- Once resume is done send it out to as many job openings as you can. Remember to include a cover letter if required.&lt;br /&gt;
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- You get a call for a face to face interview, here is what you need to do:&lt;br /&gt;
Practice different interview questions such as these ones: &lt;br /&gt;
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1) Tell me about yourself - Please do not start talking about your family, age and other things irrelevant to the job (Remember you are a product so it is time to tell the buyer about the product and what the product does). You want to start with a brief statement about yourself, in this short statement talk about your skills, experience and interest in relation to the job. E.g&amp;nbsp; I am a marketer with 6 years in retail marketing, i have continuously met and exceeded my sales targets. I have great interpersonal skills that helps me to build relationships with my clients. My microsoft office skills are 10/10..........&lt;br /&gt;
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2) What are your strengths and weaknesses - This is a very tough question. Strengths are obviously easy but weaknesses are a bit tough. Here you want to say a weakness that is true but does not have anything to do with the job you are applying and ofcourse you want to also tell them you are working on the this weakness and you are getting better. e.g Public speaking is my weakness but i recently enrolled in an online course which has helped me alot in this area.&lt;br /&gt;
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3) Why do you want to work for us - They want to know how you fit in the organisation. Here is where you show them that you are really interested in the company. Based on your research prior to the interview, talk about the strengths of the company in relations to your goals. They also want to see long term commitment from you (Not like you are just hopping from a job to the other)&lt;br /&gt;
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4) Why are you leaving your job - This is not a time to bad mouth your former employer or your former job. Look for a reasonable excuse e.g&amp;nbsp; Career change. please do not talk about money or salary.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are behavioural type of questions that can be asked based on the job you are interviewing for. Here are a couple of those questions:&lt;br /&gt;
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- Tell me about a time in your job when you went above and beyond your call of duty&lt;br /&gt;
- Tell me about a time when you had to deal with an irate customer?&lt;br /&gt;
- Tell me about a time you handled a difficult situation with a co-worker&lt;br /&gt;
- Have you ever had to disagree with your boss? If yes, what did you do?&lt;br /&gt;
- Describe a time when you were faced with a stressful situation that demonstrated your coping skills.&lt;br /&gt;
- Describe a time when you anticipated potential problems and developed preventive measures.&lt;br /&gt;
- Describe a mistake you made in dealing with people. What did you learn from it?&lt;br /&gt;
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Answering a behavioural interview question requires the STAR approach&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;pecific situation
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;asks that needed to be done
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;ction you took
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;esults i.e. what happened&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
So you are giving a short story with the STAR approach in mind. Before your interview makesure you have different stories or scenarios in your past experience that you can narrate as quickly as possible. The last thing you want to do is get there and start thinking of a story (There would be no time to think of a story).&lt;br /&gt;
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When&amp;nbsp;the interview is done. The interviewer will ask if you have any questions. You must have 1 or 2 questions. Here are sample questions you can ask-&lt;br /&gt;
- If i were to get this job, what are the skills that would make me sucessful in the role?&lt;br /&gt;
- What would a typical day on the job be like?&lt;br /&gt;
- How much guidance or assistance is               made available to individuals in developing career goals?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Never ask about salary and benefits&lt;/strong&gt; issues until those subjects are raised by the employer.&lt;br /&gt;
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All the best in&amp;nbsp;your search. 


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I saw these videos today courtesy batttlebox.com and i was in shock. This video is an interview with random people at a university in Nigeria. Both girls and guys believe that it is normal to have more than one partner. &lt;br /&gt;
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The most amazing part is that some girls agreed they would date married men for money on camera! This is just pathetic. I just hope these girls get to see this video and have a change of heart asap. Click to see videos.&lt;br /&gt;
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Multiple partners make you prone to sexually transmitted diseases or you could become a victim of rape or even rituals. Having multiple partners just makes you irresponsible. This does not only apply to the ladies.....it also applies to the men.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;allowfullscreen&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;315&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/4dn_lPs_rzY&quot; width=&quot;420&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;script id=&quot;_wau8kd&quot;&gt;var _wau = _wau || []; _wau.push([&quot;map&quot;, &quot;lz3vaaa3bbil&quot;, &quot;8kd&quot;, &quot;420&quot;, &quot;210&quot;, &quot;classic&quot; , &quot;star-red&quot;]);(function() { var s=document.createElement(&quot;script&quot;);s.src=&quot;http://widgets.amung.us/map.js&quot;; s.async=true; document.getElementsByTagName(&quot;head&quot;)[0].appendChild(s); })();&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennyhola.blogspot.com/feeds/7168434108847531115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tennyhola.blogspot.com/2012/11/candid-thoughts-of-youths-on.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5897415841688899229/posts/default/7168434108847531115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5897415841688899229/posts/default/7168434108847531115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennyhola.blogspot.com/2012/11/candid-thoughts-of-youths-on.html' title='Candid thoughts of youths on cheating...Pathetic!.. Must watch!'/><author><name>Tennyhola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10309032723907758041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVcb3VbJGPi3sC2GeDDkOtgkXVyvJpu7x5hYsuVsEJq9HcUD0LtNG6yGuBMlG16GXZ1_Da7TQxua7mFnPBU9GJXBPF5NJSIHG6hcct7nVcMbpvlaCeYY2oR8H7-iOi6w/s220/image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_0j4LLFtrw-hnCw0ZKFwUwWF7oS2zKRwcC9i7f2S5c7XP6dCkK3oBBV0tK7SXAeonFqC6E6lPBqaM2MxCe74JMB7-Ej3rCdNLwGzVDifQxyumSN2hfd0NR_F3chV_Uk8R40IOvB4OKQWD/s72-c/images%5B1%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897415841688899229.post-5359624519820219405</id><published>2012-11-08T13:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-11-08T16:07:02.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It&#39;s time to talk in your relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjEhK_Tw7vJZxEBH9RB1NkeVorohgE6iUg9l8P4hzrfsysqpUpTV0kKKxjv9hqGCueulgTuAA6NmQMiceZagSWKzpH_iNv_oXZmo077aZLaGUaS25wYDCTwRSsF96ybnzmUXxR3bOfW_wg/s1600/imagesCAICEUTK.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjEhK_Tw7vJZxEBH9RB1NkeVorohgE6iUg9l8P4hzrfsysqpUpTV0kKKxjv9hqGCueulgTuAA6NmQMiceZagSWKzpH_iNv_oXZmo077aZLaGUaS25wYDCTwRSsF96ybnzmUXxR3bOfW_wg/s1600/imagesCAICEUTK.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Communication is key in every relationship. If there is no communication then the relationship is half way dead. When i mean communication, am not talking about normal day to day conversations. I am talking about pouring out your heart and having someone to listen&amp;nbsp;even if&amp;nbsp;you have to disagree to agree (not a fight session...lol).&lt;br /&gt;
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So last week, my husband and i had one of these chats (we hadn&#39;t done that in a long time).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We talked about how we&amp;nbsp;were when we met and all the things we both really loved doing. We both realised that over the years we have ommitted a few things and substituted them with other things. So for example, he told me how much he hates when am chatting on BBM for hours and completely ignoring him.....lol (But i didn&#39;t realise that)....I pointed out how he would watch CNN for hours and move on to playing Mario on Wii.....lol. So we both realised we have been attending to so many other things at the expense of our relationship. Since that conversation, i have being getting all my attention back......lol. We would be doing those chat more often now.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is the point, no one has the power to know what is on your mind except you communicate. Even if you think your relationship is the best in the world....you still have to communicate. When you communicate you reduce the burden of bearing the thoughts alone and your partner is fully aware of how you feel. This type of conversation might not go so smoothly but be sure to have it at the back of your mind while you are chatting that this chat is to get things better and not to make it worse. &lt;br /&gt;
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So tonite people, have a special moment with your partner.... You could take a walk, go to a quiet place. Be sure to do it in a private place where no one can hear you. Don&#39;t hold anything back....just let it out and you will be surprised at the perfect results you will get and end it all with the biggest kiss/hug...whichever works for you. **smiles**.&lt;br /&gt;
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What happened to the phrase &quot;Be your brother&#39;s keeper&quot;? Since the incident, I haven&#39;t been able to bring myself to watching the video of the killing of these innocent boys. Whoever recorded those videos, whoever was in the crowd when this barbaric act was performed and did not do anything to stop it should know that God is watching and i hope you would ever be able to find sleep after it all.&lt;br /&gt;
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To those of you who are not aware of this incident, here is a summary: 4 young innocent Uniport boys were mistaken for thieves and accused of stealing laptop and phones. The communiy vigilante stripped them naked, walked them around for 3 hours (video recorded), beat them to stupor with blood&amp;nbsp;all over their bodies and then burnt them&amp;nbsp;to death. SAD.&amp;nbsp;Question is: if they truly stole laptops and phones does the purnishment not outway the crime?! My heart goes out to their families.....Read tribute below.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is a tribute by Andrea Chike, very touching......May their souls continue to rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some call u cultists Some call u thieves Initially u were worried about the shame of being stripped naked in full of the view of the crowd... The shame quickly turned into fear 4 ur life... They beat u so badly, u could not mutter a word... Your heart was saying &quot;Please, please wait we&#39;re not thieves&quot; but ur mouth would not move...&lt;br /&gt;
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You were tired, aching and gasping 4 the breath of life... You look at the crowd and u see children, men and women that are ur fellow country men... Shock met disbelieve... Your hearts cried 4 help. You were thinking it was a dream, that this cannot be happening. They are not going to kill us...&lt;br /&gt;
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You wanted to wake up so that u dream no more... But sadly enough, the dream was not an illusion but apparent reality... You shouted, Somebody Help! Please Somebody Help!..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogger.com/null&quot; name=&quot;more&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Your Dad was not there to feel ur pain... Your Mum was not there to hear ur cry 4 help... Your Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters...were somewhere on their daily businesses, while u were dying somewhere in Aluu community... You were so badly beaten. You were hoping just to die so that it will all end... Then came the Petrol...and u were thinking... No they wont burn us... No No No Nooo! The fire came... The sun became so hot... You hoped 4 the rain which will never come... Oh the Pain... So Unbearable... &lt;br /&gt;
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Then there was silence and peace... You crossed over to eternity, waving ur hands to ur lifeless body... Finally u found rest from ur tormentors. You were betrayed... ...betrayed by the person who won&#39;t pay his debt and dare turn on u and watch u die in such anguish. ...betrayed by the community who made so many assumptions and exercised their jungle judgement on u. ...betrayed by those who stood by and enjoyed this injustice. ...betrayed by the authorities that has no immediate response to community uproar. ...betrayed by every observer who thinks 4 whatever reason, u deserve this gruesome judgment. ...betrayed by any human being who whatever reason thinks any circumstance around ur death was justified by the judgment u were served. NO ONE SHOWED MERCY! NO ONE SHOWED COMPASSION! BETRAYAL WRITTEN ALL OVER THERE FACES AS THEY HACKED YOU GUYS TO DEATH... BY Andrea Chike. &lt;br /&gt;
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My name is Dayo. I’m a typical Nigerian guy and I cherish my Fridays a lot; I get to hang out with the sickest guys every Friday night and secondly, It’s another escape from my nagging and boring wife. I get confused sometimes on whether she’s my mother or my wife. Don’t get it twisted; I love her pieces. It just gets complicated; like I wish we never got married…marriag e has turned her into something that doesn’t amuse me. I wish she was still the adventurous, charming, high spirited lady I dated for five years.&lt;/div&gt;
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A lot of people say its unethical for married guys to be found in a club, but I wish everyone won’t be too quick to judge and understand that people look for fun to run away from their problems; they just want to breathe, like me. Click to continue reading...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogger.com/null&quot; name=&quot;more&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I forgot to say that I work in Guarantee Trust Bank along Lekki, I love my job and my job loves me, maybe its because I’m the senior banking officer. Lol. This particular morning, a lady breezed into my office. My heart raced faster because I had not sighted anything this beautiful in a long while. She wasn’t the typical slender Barbie, in fact, she was a bit chubby but her smile, cuteness and…I was tripped.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Hi Good morning! Your ATM has swallowed my card!” She laughed, unlike a typical customer that would ram you.&lt;/div&gt;
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I just tried to form Boss laughter…&lt;/div&gt;
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“Good morning, You know what? I’d personally make sure they get it out for you, but not today. Can you wait till Monday?” I smiled&lt;/div&gt;
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“GTB shaaa! OK, can I just drop my number so you could call me up or just text when its ready so I don’t come twice? Please? My name is Nancy” She blinked her eyes in a funny way.&lt;/div&gt;
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We exchanged numbers. What a lucky Friday!&lt;/div&gt;
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So it was 10:00pm and I headed to the club…as usual my friends were chilling for me. My wife had called a couple of times, I just ignored it. She knows I’m never home Friday nights.&lt;/div&gt;
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“Look at you!” I heard someone say. I raised my head and it was the ATM lady-Nancy.&lt;/div&gt;
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“Wow, look at you too!” I was surprised to see her but I was happy I didn’t have to wait till Monday to see her again.&lt;/div&gt;
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“Happy Friday!” She screamed because of the noise, “Wanna dance?”&lt;/div&gt;
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I didn’t even have the chance to answer, she already pulled me to dance floor. I really suck at dancing but she helped me; she was a great dancer! I had fun! At some point we decided to go to a private area and we talked, ranging from work, business to personal life. I tried to hide my ring as much as possible, I certainly didn’t want this to end now.&lt;/div&gt;
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“You are a really wonderful lady. You are so interesting…any guy would want to be with you all day” I said.&lt;/div&gt;
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“I wasn’t always like this but I have learned the hard way that life is just too short to be sad” she sang.&lt;/div&gt;
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“Hey baby! Yeah I’m at the private lounge, I’d like you to meet someone…alright boo” she talked excitedly as usual.&lt;/div&gt;
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I was in shock until this tall handsome man walks up to her and kisses her.&lt;/div&gt;
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“You were late. Meet Dayo; I met him this morning, he’s helping with your ATM I told you got swallowed and Dayo this is my B to the O-O,” she laughed “Meet my husband Kolade, we only come here to dance every fortnight Friday; away from work, stress and kids.”&lt;/div&gt;
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“Wow, a pleasure” I managed to shake him&lt;/div&gt;
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Then she stood now excitedly holding her husband’s arms.&lt;/div&gt;
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“Why don’t we invite Dayo for Mimi’s 16th birthday tomorrow?” Her husband said&lt;/div&gt;
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They have kids too? How long have they been married and they look like a couple just dating!&lt;/div&gt;
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“Silly me, please come for my second daughter’s 16th tomorrow. It would be an honor” She brought out an I.V from her purse.&lt;/div&gt;
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I began to feel so ashamed of myself…this was another guy like me, getting it right with one woman.&lt;/div&gt;
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I collected the I.V and promised to be there.&lt;/div&gt;
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“See you tomorrow! Have you had something to eat Kolade?” she talked and dragged her husband along.&lt;/div&gt;
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They left and I kept staring at the thin air like I had seen a ghost. They come just to dance together every fortnight Fridays? Why didn’t I think of that! Temi loves to dance…she also likes long walks, she loves to talk…she loves jazz music, there’s this vivid picture I have of me putting her hand on my chest when we danced at a jazz club on our first year anniversary…I found myself typing all the things I knew Temi loved to do on my Ipad and I realized I had denied her of all…I had made her the old woman she acts.&lt;/div&gt;
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What the hell was I doing here! I didn’t even tell my friends goodbye, I walked out of the club into my Jaguar. Temi’s call came through and I picked at first ring.&lt;/div&gt;
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“Temi?” My heart raced&lt;/div&gt;
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“I know you are not coming home…”&lt;/div&gt;
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“I am, stay up so we can gist. Been a while” I decided to do everything on that list and to even add many more for the rest of my lifetime with her.&lt;/div&gt;
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“Are you alright?” She was shocked I suppose&lt;/div&gt;
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“And I’d like us to go for a birthday party tomorrow. I want you to meet this amazing couple”&lt;/div&gt;
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“You sound different Dayo”&lt;/div&gt;
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“Maybe I’m different”&lt;/div&gt;
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“Don’t say it! don’t say it! when you come we will gist very well” she laughed&lt;/div&gt;
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She laughed!!! In just that laughter that I hadn’t heard in a while, she sounded like the lady I married six years ago…&lt;/div&gt;
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This&amp;nbsp;natural piece was written to remind us all that creating memorable moments with our partner matters. Do you know that little things are the sweetest things? Just creating time to gist and laugh with your partner, having a day in the week that’s exclusively for you both-No friends or kids allowed.&lt;/div&gt;
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Lady, when last have you told your partner he is so darn hot? Guy! When last have you told your lady she is the sweetest thing? When last have you whispered ‘Thank you’? When last have you been quick to say ‘I’m sorry’?&lt;/div&gt;
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Do you even have a clue on what your partner loves to do?&lt;/div&gt;
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When you ignore little things, they are the little pieces of rocks that build up to become a mountain you can’t easily break down.&lt;/div&gt;
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Pay attention to little things, believe that they work and experience new bliss!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;About 3 months ago my gum was swollen, I was advised by husband (he is not a doctor….lol) to gaggle with salt water. I did and I felt the swollen part of my gum go down. In a few days, my gum was swollen again and ofcourse I went back to my salt and water theraphy. This went on for like 2 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Two weeks ago I was touching my chin and I felt something like a lump under my jaw, I beacame scared. So I went on to google and here I was reading about my swollen gum. Something I thought was just a swollen gum appeared on the internet to be a dental abscess. Dental abscess is formed from bacteria in the gum, if left untreated it would result in the bacteria eating up the bones in the teeth (Teeth would fall off) &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;and then the bacteria would move to the brain and may result in death…..Woop! &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I jumped on the next cab to my dentist because if I drove with my state of mind an accident is imminent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;My Dentist did a X-ray&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;and told me the lump in my jaw is as a result of my swollen lymph node because of my infected gum. He immediately gave me some freezing in my mouth and then injected some anti –biotics and he also put me on antibiotics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Here is the moral of my story…..i never thought dental issues were so severe and I hardly paid attention to it. Over to you readers, when was the last time you did a medical checkup? To the ladies, have you had your annual pap smear test this year? Let us all stop taking our health for granted. Several diseases or sicknesses can be avoided or treated early only if we pay attention to our health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;To all the people who are scared to go to the doctor for the fear of the unknown. It is 100 times better to know and start treatment than to be completely unaware till it is the last minute. Enjoy your healthy week people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;script id=&quot;_wau8kd&quot;&gt;var _wau = _wau || []; _wau.push([&quot;map&quot;, &quot;lz3vaaa3bbil&quot;, &quot;8kd&quot;, &quot;420&quot;, &quot;210&quot;, &quot;classic&quot; , &quot;star-red&quot;]);(function() { var s=document.createElement(&quot;script&quot;);s.src=&quot;http://widgets.amung.us/map.js&quot;; s.async=true; document.getElementsByTagName(&quot;head&quot;)[0].appendChild(s); })();&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tennyhola.blogspot.com/feeds/7309510605851784680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tennyhola.blogspot.com/2012/08/have-you-done-your-medical-check-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5897415841688899229/posts/default/7309510605851784680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5897415841688899229/posts/default/7309510605851784680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tennyhola.blogspot.com/2012/08/have-you-done-your-medical-check-up.html' title='Have you done your medical check up lately?'/><author><name>Tennyhola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10309032723907758041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVcb3VbJGPi3sC2GeDDkOtgkXVyvJpu7x5hYsuVsEJq9HcUD0LtNG6yGuBMlG16GXZ1_Da7TQxua7mFnPBU9GJXBPF5NJSIHG6hcct7nVcMbpvlaCeYY2oR8H7-iOi6w/s220/image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIu08wT09HHI5G06LeNRmtJr7d3xIAiDhpcC-RI-lF9moHvrA694dYDzmP0zaszIFY-D_vDtc-vKQTvuHcoRAOs9gobYLiZkxQkQqDnw_1ww-GbIwMYleWkQ4CSptUeQ81YeYj_gSkMZst/s72-c/health1.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897415841688899229.post-2271311297955798787</id><published>2012-07-10T14:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-10-15T14:35:57.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nigerians jailed in China</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I just saw this&amp;nbsp;documentary and it brought tears down my cheeks. Yes, we all know Nigeria has failed everyone but looking for a way out through fraudulent means is a no no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Parents, children, wives are made to bear the consequences of your fraudulent actions. Sad!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Let us all&amp;nbsp;be vigilant…..always ask the necessary questions, be inquisitive….it would help in the long run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;A lot of people wonder why&amp;nbsp;people get married when most times the once sweet relationship turns sour. Well, from my own point of view….marriage is only sweet when you are with the right person.Two heads they say is better than one and that is always the truth. Life is boring when alone but you love life when you have people to share it with. Same applies to finding a partner who is there to share the laughs, the smiles, the fun times and also available to cry with you when you really need a shoulder. Click on Read more to continue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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You once were in a relationship that didn’t work, He/she cheated. Well, it means that the relationship wasn’t meant to be and God is opening up an opportunity for a better relationship. I always share my little story with people. One day I was sharing my story with my friend, I told her&amp;nbsp;about my experience&amp;nbsp;back in&amp;nbsp;university days; I had a boy friend that I thought I was madly in love with….lol but he lied to me throughout the relationship, he was in a relationship with someone else @ the same time I thought his heart was all with me (That’s all behind me now, no hard feelings…lol) but shortly after that relationship I met my husband…we dated for 7 years and got married 2 and half years ago. So I would say I have known my husband for like 10 years. Then my friend goes like I never knew you ever had an EX…..it made me laugh so hard… She said “ I thought you and your husband have been dating since you were kids with the way you guys behave”. TM thanks for that funny joke.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Once you realise that this is a golden opportunity to find someone that would love you more than you ever expect. Take the step to forgive all your “ex-es” who may have hurt you in the past, let go of whatever may have happened. You would feel so renewed in your spirit and ofcourse talk to God about bringing the perfect person your way.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Start to socialise in the right places, make new friends, hang out with people, don’t be a stuck-up, always wear a smile and don’t be too eager in meeting the right person so you don’t fall in the wrong hands. It is good to be homely but its hard to meet people while you sit @ home so do everything in moderation….socailise and also know when to stay at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;When you eventually meet the right person, take your time to know him/her in and out. Transparency is key to an effective relationship. Communication is also very important…..if along the line you find some attitude you cannot withstand please do not patch it or manage it….let it go. Go places together, have fun, make memories. The memories always last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;If you are still single and loving it….enjoy it, there is no rush. The only rush is if you are interested in having children then the earlier the better. There is no medal given to married people…. Marriage is not a task that has to be accomplished at a set time…Marriage is for two people who can love eachother and would &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;always want to be with eachother. Everyhting in life is a choice,choose whatever makes you happy. The most important thing is that you are happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Enjoy your weekend people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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