So today been valentine, I decided to publish a few funny stories for your reading pleasure. Enjoy, and ohh, happy valentine!
KNOW YOUR DRUGS 2
Generic Aceon (perindopril) is used to treat high blood pressure (hypertension) and to prevent heart attack in people with coronary artery disease. Generic Aceon offers highly effective treatment of hypertention, and is one of the top prescribed blood pressure medications by doctors. Generic Aceon is also marketed by the names Coversyl, Perindopril, and Coversum. *Aceon is manufactured by Solvay Pharmaceuticals Inc.
Top 100: Funny Quotes (of All-Time
Yesterday, we did jokes, today I felt we'd do quotes, hope you love them. Enjoy
Perhaps the only type of quote better than a wise quote is a quote that,
while conveying some universal truth, is also witty. If you’re in need of a
good laugh — and really, who isn't? — then check out our list of the top 100
funny quotes of all-time. Funny quotes are also good for making other people
laugh; posting one of these quotes on Facebook or Twitter is sure to elicit
many chuckles from your friends and followers. There’s a funny quote here for
everybody: this list has everything from ironic statements and macabre jokes to
bathroom humor. Also included are interpretations, which attempt to explain
just what makes each quote so darn funny– the interpretations also come in
handy for that one clueless person who always says, “I don’t get it” in
response to your hilarious joke. (Don’t worry, this list has funny quotes about
those types of people as well.)
The Big Bang. The Creation of Light
Science tells us humans and other beings on earth are the
only known form of life in the entire universe. Religion tells us of other
beings like angels, demons and the supreme; God Himself. Today, it seems
science and religion is at constant battle of some kind of supremacy about who’s
right and who’s wrong. I think this shouldn't be. It might seem at first glance
that both operate on parallel paths, but believe me, a closer look suggests
otherwise.
KNOW YOUR DRUGS 1
You know those times when someone in the house is suddenly a 'doctor' or a 'pharmacist'. Tired of those? Knowledge is power! Enjoy :)!!
Most Hilarious Jokes Ever!
CONSPIRACY THEORY: AIDS Is Man Made. True or False?
Agatha Christie once
famously said, "The simplest explanation is always the most likely."
However, when something shocking or catastrophic happens in our lives, simple
explanations just aren't satisfying. We crave deeper reason and meaning and
when that isn't given to us, sometimes we create our own. This is how
conspiracy theories are often born -- someone doesn't like the official account
of a major event and challenges it with a different version. Conspiracy
theories can attract a wide array of people, from vehement supporters to those
who just like a good story. Whether they're somewhat believable or completely
ridiculous, the most popular conspiracy theories got that way for a reason --
they're just plain fascinating.
In this article, I will be talking about the conspiracy
theory that says Aids is a Man Made disease. Your opinions are most welcome,
feel free to tell me what you think in the comments section.
The Wood-Carver
The King’s annual palace upgrade was drawing closer,
preparations where in top gear. All village artisans loved this period; it was
practically the only time the village benefitted from the kings wealth, he
lavished money on a parties that lasted a whole month, paid extra for new
furniture and art work, gave out gifts, forgave debts and released slaves. All loved
the month of THE PALACE UPGRADE.
INSOMNIA: Cases and Symptoms
Insomnia is a sleep disorder that is characterized by difficulty falling and/or staying asleep. People with insomnia have one or more of the following symptoms:
- Difficulty falling asleep
- Waking up often during the night and having trouble going back to sleep
- Waking up too early in the morning
- Feeling tired upon waking
Book Review. Book: Foreign Gods Inc. Author:Okey Ndibe. Year: 2003
The gods in Okey Ndibe's second novel, Foreign Gods Inc. are playthings for the rich and the famous. They undergo the indignity of being stolen or exiled and then bought and sold like common articles of trade. Even Nietzsche, for whom gods were disposal beings, would have been scandalised by the idea of gods-turned-commodity. He would have felt a bit queasy at the thought of high-end "god shops" in bustling American cities where Hollywood stars and "titans of the corporate world" paid $400,000 for a deity without flinching
Early childhood care and education
Though appreciable progress has been made in early childhood care and education in the past four years due to government policy requiring every public school to have a pre-primary school linkage, the proportion of children enrolled in pre-primary Early Childhood Care Centres still remains low at approximately 2.3 million children. This represents about 21 per cent of the population of children in this age group.
The caregivers of these centres are generally unqualified: about 85 per cent do not possess basic qualifications and more than half have no formal education. Another major issue in Nigeria’s early childhood care and development is the poor state of the infrastructure, equipment, facilities and learning resources.
Essential learning resources are lacking in most facilities while the national curriculum is not yet widely operational. Mainstreaming of the early childhood education course into pre-service teacher training from the 2008/2009 session is expected to provide strategic solutions to some of the itemised problems.
adapted from Unicef
How To Write A Good Novel
HELLO MATES, I know a lot of you out there who love writing, but due to some unseen 'forces' haven't been able to live out there dreams, hey guess what, I have been searching around and have finally come up with a sure list of how to go about it. I know exactly how frustrating writing can be, I've gone through even worse. so trust me this article will surely help you out. Enjoy!
1. Go beyond the five senses.
Most writers know enough to put in sensations beyond sight and sound. It’s always great to read about a character who takes note of the hot metal-and-oil aroma that lingers over the rails after a fast train has passed, or the weight of a new tweed coat on his shoulders.Agents and editors love the five senses, but they want and expect more. They want physical business that deepens not just your setting, but your characterisations.
Here’s the key: The best authors use body language in their narratives. Odd thing is, I have never once heard an agent or editor comment on my (or any author’s) use of body language, and I think that’s because it goes by so smoothly it’s almost unnoticed. Yet it absolutely gives texture and depth to your work. When it’s missing, fiction feels flat.
JUSTIN BEIBER JUST LOVES HIS DRAMA :)
Justin Bieber was charged with
drunken driving, resisting arrest and driving
without a valid license after police saw the pop
star street racing early Thursday morning, Miami
Beach police said.
"What the f* did I do? Why did you stop me?"
Bieber asked the police officer who pulled him
over just after 4 a.m., according to the arrest
report.
Bieber, 19, was released from a Miami jail an
hour after he made a brief appearance through
a video link before a Miami judge, who set a
"standard" $2,500 bond Thursday afternoon.
He strutted out of the jail dressed in black, with
a baggy hoodie covering his head. His pants
appeared to be baggy leather. Bieber briefly sat
on top of a black Cadillac Escalade, where he
waved to screaming fans, before he was
chauffeured away.
At the bail hearing, the singer,
dressed in an orange jail uniform,
stood silently with his lips sometimes
pursed as attorney Roy Black
represented him in the hearing
earlier.
Black told Judge Joseph Farina that
he had been retained by Bieber's
manager. He said his partner had
been denied access to Bieber in jail
before the hearing.
Bieber was booked into a Miami jail
after failing a sobriety test, Miami
Beach Police Chief Raymond Martinez
told reporters Thursday.
Bieber "made some statements that
he had consumed some alcohol, and
that he had been smoking marijuana
and consumed some prescription
medication," Martinez said.
A Miami Beach officer saw Bieber
driving a yellow Lamborghini in a
race against a red Ferrari in a
residential area of Miami Beach,
Martinez said. The cars were
speeding at about 55 to 60 mph in a
30 mph zone, he said.
Police report details Bieber arrest
The officer pulled Bieber's car over, but the
singer was "was not cooperating with the
officer's instructions," Martinez said.
"At first, he was a little belligerent, using some
choice words questioning why he was being
stopped and why the officer was even
questioning him," he said.
He allegedly ignored a police officer's request to
keep his hands on the car while he did "a
cursory patdown for weapons," the report said.
"I ain't got no f*ing weapons," the arresting
officer quoted Bieber as saying. "Why do you
have to search me? What the f*** is this
about?"
The arrest report describes Bieber as having a
"flushed face, bloodshot eyes, and the odor of
alcohol on his breath."
Bieber failed a field sobriety test, Miami Beach
Police Sgt. Bobby Hernandez told CNN.
Two black SUVs blocked the traffic at 26th and
Pine Tree Drive, which "facilitated an open road"
for the two cars to race on Pine Tree, the report
said.
The Ferrari's driver, identified as 19-year-old
Def Jam recording artist Khalil Sharieff, was also
arrested on a drunken driving charge, police
said.
Sharieff posted a photo on his Instagram
account of Bieber in the yellow Lamborghini with
a woman behind the wheel early Thursday. "U
know bizzle brought that lambo out," he wrote
in the caption.
Another posting showed a photo of a Ferrari
steering wheel with the caption: "Miami nights
ridin thru yo city in that hot wheel."
A tweet posted Wednesday evening on Sharieff's
verfied Twitter account linked to a video of him
playing basketball with Bieber.
Bieber flew to Miami on Monday.
Other complaints
Another police department in the
Miami area is investigating a report
that some of its officers escorted
Bieber's caravan between Miami strip
clubs this week without
authorization.
Opa-Locka Assistant City Manager
David Chiverton told CNN affiliate
WSVN-TV that "at some point, the
escort took them at least to two
locations that we know of."
"The police administration had no
knowledge of this escort, and it is not
the norm for those things to occur
without the chief and his
administration authorizing such
escorts," Chiverton told the TV
station.
Thursday's incident marks the first
time the teen singer has been
arrested, although he is under
investigation on allegations of egging
his California neighbor's home.
Los Angeles County sheriff's deputies
used a felony search warrant last
week to raid Bieber's mansion in the
felony vandalism investigation. They
seized Bieber's iPhone and the
security camera system, which detectives have
been examining for clues about who tossed eggs
over a fence that splattered onto the next-door
house, causing an estimated $20,000 in damage. Alot of cash if you ask me!
Bieber is having some issues
Deputies have also investigated reports by
Bieber's neighbors that he raced his expensive
sports car down the streets of the exclusive
Oaks community of Calabasas, California, but no
charges ever resulted.
One neighbor accused Bieber of spitting in his
face during a heated confrontation last March. That is called cool?
Deputies have responded to complaints about
loud parties at Bieber's place.
The Los Angeles County district attorney's office
concluded it couldn't prove the spitting or
speeding cases in court, so it declined to
prosecute.
Prosecutors also rejected a misdemeanor battery
complaint from a photographer who accused
Bieber of attacking him in the parking lot of a
Calabasas shopping center as he was taking
photos of Bieber and his then-girlfriend, Selena
Gomez, in May 2012.
"We didn't do this search warrant to send a
message," Sheriff's Lt. David Thompson said last
week. "That's not what we do, but we hope
maybe that understanding the gravity of this will
change some of the behavior."
A source told The News that Bieber had been
partying with his father, Jeremy Bieber, before
the drama erupted on a residential street. The
dad was there — in an SUV that was part of
the Bieber caravan — to witness his son’s first
arrest.
JUSTIN did not exactly have
‘Cookie Jars’ of weed during cop raid. So I wonder why Model,Carmen Ortega would try to defend him.
“This is a good start for him to be on his way
to being deported unless he puts the brakes
on, big time,” Los Angeles attorney Brian
Claypool told the Daily News. “He’s destroying
himself. If he’s deported, he’s going to lose
his livelihood, his ability to do his music in the
U.S.” Justin,this is that part when you get to be careful. Teen idol to wild child? Let us know,for the sake of world sanity
drunken driving, resisting arrest and driving
without a valid license after police saw the pop
star street racing early Thursday morning, Miami
Beach police said.
"What the f* did I do? Why did you stop me?"
Bieber asked the police officer who pulled him
over just after 4 a.m., according to the arrest
report.
Bieber, 19, was released from a Miami jail an
hour after he made a brief appearance through
a video link before a Miami judge, who set a
"standard" $2,500 bond Thursday afternoon.
He strutted out of the jail dressed in black, with
a baggy hoodie covering his head. His pants
appeared to be baggy leather. Bieber briefly sat
on top of a black Cadillac Escalade, where he
waved to screaming fans, before he was
chauffeured away.
At the bail hearing, the singer,
dressed in an orange jail uniform,
stood silently with his lips sometimes
pursed as attorney Roy Black
represented him in the hearing
earlier.
Black told Judge Joseph Farina that
he had been retained by Bieber's
manager. He said his partner had
been denied access to Bieber in jail
before the hearing.
Bieber was booked into a Miami jail
after failing a sobriety test, Miami
Beach Police Chief Raymond Martinez
told reporters Thursday.
Bieber "made some statements that
he had consumed some alcohol, and
that he had been smoking marijuana
and consumed some prescription
medication," Martinez said.
A Miami Beach officer saw Bieber
driving a yellow Lamborghini in a
race against a red Ferrari in a
residential area of Miami Beach,
Martinez said. The cars were
speeding at about 55 to 60 mph in a
30 mph zone, he said.
Police report details Bieber arrest
The officer pulled Bieber's car over, but the
singer was "was not cooperating with the
officer's instructions," Martinez said.
"At first, he was a little belligerent, using some
choice words questioning why he was being
stopped and why the officer was even
questioning him," he said.
He allegedly ignored a police officer's request to
keep his hands on the car while he did "a
cursory patdown for weapons," the report said.
"I ain't got no f*ing weapons," the arresting
officer quoted Bieber as saying. "Why do you
have to search me? What the f*** is this
about?"
The arrest report describes Bieber as having a
"flushed face, bloodshot eyes, and the odor of
alcohol on his breath."
Bieber failed a field sobriety test, Miami Beach
Police Sgt. Bobby Hernandez told CNN.
Two black SUVs blocked the traffic at 26th and
Pine Tree Drive, which "facilitated an open road"
for the two cars to race on Pine Tree, the report
said.
The Ferrari's driver, identified as 19-year-old
Def Jam recording artist Khalil Sharieff, was also
arrested on a drunken driving charge, police
said.
Sharieff posted a photo on his Instagram
account of Bieber in the yellow Lamborghini with
a woman behind the wheel early Thursday. "U
know bizzle brought that lambo out," he wrote
in the caption.
Another posting showed a photo of a Ferrari
steering wheel with the caption: "Miami nights
ridin thru yo city in that hot wheel."
A tweet posted Wednesday evening on Sharieff's
verfied Twitter account linked to a video of him
playing basketball with Bieber.
Bieber flew to Miami on Monday.
Other complaints
Another police department in the
Miami area is investigating a report
that some of its officers escorted
Bieber's caravan between Miami strip
clubs this week without
authorization.
Opa-Locka Assistant City Manager
David Chiverton told CNN affiliate
WSVN-TV that "at some point, the
escort took them at least to two
locations that we know of."
"The police administration had no
knowledge of this escort, and it is not
the norm for those things to occur
without the chief and his
administration authorizing such
escorts," Chiverton told the TV
station.
Thursday's incident marks the first
time the teen singer has been
arrested, although he is under
investigation on allegations of egging
his California neighbor's home.
Los Angeles County sheriff's deputies
used a felony search warrant last
week to raid Bieber's mansion in the
felony vandalism investigation. They
seized Bieber's iPhone and the
security camera system, which detectives have
been examining for clues about who tossed eggs
over a fence that splattered onto the next-door
house, causing an estimated $20,000 in damage. Alot of cash if you ask me!
Bieber is having some issues
Deputies have also investigated reports by
Bieber's neighbors that he raced his expensive
sports car down the streets of the exclusive
Oaks community of Calabasas, California, but no
charges ever resulted.
One neighbor accused Bieber of spitting in his
face during a heated confrontation last March. That is called cool?
Deputies have responded to complaints about
loud parties at Bieber's place.
The Los Angeles County district attorney's office
concluded it couldn't prove the spitting or
speeding cases in court, so it declined to
prosecute.
Prosecutors also rejected a misdemeanor battery
complaint from a photographer who accused
Bieber of attacking him in the parking lot of a
Calabasas shopping center as he was taking
photos of Bieber and his then-girlfriend, Selena
Gomez, in May 2012.
"We didn't do this search warrant to send a
message," Sheriff's Lt. David Thompson said last
week. "That's not what we do, but we hope
maybe that understanding the gravity of this will
change some of the behavior."
A source told The News that Bieber had been
partying with his father, Jeremy Bieber, before
the drama erupted on a residential street. The
dad was there — in an SUV that was part of
the Bieber caravan — to witness his son’s first
arrest.
JUSTIN did not exactly have
‘Cookie Jars’ of weed during cop raid. So I wonder why Model,Carmen Ortega would try to defend him.
“This is a good start for him to be on his way
to being deported unless he puts the brakes
on, big time,” Los Angeles attorney Brian
Claypool told the Daily News. “He’s destroying
himself. If he’s deported, he’s going to lose
his livelihood, his ability to do his music in the
U.S.” Justin,this is that part when you get to be careful. Teen idol to wild child? Let us know,for the sake of world sanity
2013;CELEBRITIES WHO WENT HUGGIES WITH CONTROVERSIES
The year 2013 was indeed a great one. Our celebrities reducing deaths by boredom with their controversies and likes. Some controversies as pointless as Rapunzel with corn rows,others probably worth it. This should have probably been out since the beginning of the year,ay? But,our dear celebrities have multi issues, finding one definite one is almost as hard as reading Organic chemistry on an empty stomach.
It is a count down,Let's see who is at number 1!
5.Yvonne Nelson
After her love-turned-sour with the Kukere King,Iyanya. She was pretty shaken,Iyanya probably just wanted her waist! Just saying.
Further more,our fine figured Ghanian actress has been making impressions on social media about her tying the knot. The impressions are huge,almost lovable with supposedly jabs at men who are looking for 'wife materials'. Darl Yvonne,Impressions are overrated.
4.Funke Akindele
Jenifa is not making 'impressions', sadly her marriage has hit an iceberg. It all came as a huge shock to us when her hubby,Kehinde Oloyede posted some very disturbing articles on social media about their marriage. The public found it hard to believe until Funke confirmed,She said it was best they went their separate ways. This marriage barely lasted a year! I expected ''shooting,gunning,deading'' from Jenifa! What is Funke up to this year? We would soon find out.
3. Jim Iyke
Our cute-boy Nollywood actor was said to be 'delivered' from all the 'issues' he had in his life at the Synagogue Church Of All Nations. This video is still raving YouTube. The confessions and all was it just part of Iyke trying to be the actor he is? Segun Arinze however describes the incident as 'embrassing'. If it isn't woman assult,it is law enforcement problems. Iyke new drama King?
2. Beverly Osu
Big Brother Africa's star housemate,Beverly and her lovey-dovey 'communication' with fellow housemate Angelo went out of the realm of simplicity as a tape caught them being on a whole other level,intimate. Beverly and Angelo denied however, but the bathtub! Yes! The bathtub NO ONE can deny that,not even Beverly-luckily,she didn't.
Yes! If you guessed who our number one is....*Drum roll*.... You were probably right!
1.TONTO DIKEH
You want to refer to her as 'Poko'? I think she is fine with that. Tonto stormed our peaceful 2013 with the music 'career'.'HI' I am particular about that song. I wasn't sure if she belonged to the 'Ukele' band or she actually heard that song herself. Oh well! I guess we all have awkward phases.
Her 'awkward phase' was however not corrected at Iyanya's London Concert. She tripped on her flowing dress when she was about to perform. Sources said she was tipsy. You think she was?
The 'musician' did not stop there,with her jabs on Mercy Johnson's husband saying he sent Mercy back to acting so she could go 'hustle' months after the birth of their baby daughter,Purity. Tonto,are you by any means implying Mercy's husband is incapable of taking care of his family? Would you want that jab at your own husband? Oh wait! You are not married. We love you Tonto, but 2014 expects less singing and less jabbing from you. More acting!
It is a count down,Let's see who is at number 1!
5.Yvonne Nelson
After her love-turned-sour with the Kukere King,Iyanya. She was pretty shaken,Iyanya probably just wanted her waist! Just saying.
Further more,our fine figured Ghanian actress has been making impressions on social media about her tying the knot. The impressions are huge,almost lovable with supposedly jabs at men who are looking for 'wife materials'. Darl Yvonne,Impressions are overrated.
4.Funke Akindele
Jenifa is not making 'impressions', sadly her marriage has hit an iceberg. It all came as a huge shock to us when her hubby,Kehinde Oloyede posted some very disturbing articles on social media about their marriage. The public found it hard to believe until Funke confirmed,She said it was best they went their separate ways. This marriage barely lasted a year! I expected ''shooting,gunning,deading'' from Jenifa! What is Funke up to this year? We would soon find out.
3. Jim Iyke
Our cute-boy Nollywood actor was said to be 'delivered' from all the 'issues' he had in his life at the Synagogue Church Of All Nations. This video is still raving YouTube. The confessions and all was it just part of Iyke trying to be the actor he is? Segun Arinze however describes the incident as 'embrassing'. If it isn't woman assult,it is law enforcement problems. Iyke new drama King?
2. Beverly Osu
Big Brother Africa's star housemate,Beverly and her lovey-dovey 'communication' with fellow housemate Angelo went out of the realm of simplicity as a tape caught them being on a whole other level,intimate. Beverly and Angelo denied however, but the bathtub! Yes! The bathtub NO ONE can deny that,not even Beverly-luckily,she didn't.
Yes! If you guessed who our number one is....*Drum roll*.... You were probably right!
1.TONTO DIKEH
You want to refer to her as 'Poko'? I think she is fine with that. Tonto stormed our peaceful 2013 with the music 'career'.'HI' I am particular about that song. I wasn't sure if she belonged to the 'Ukele' band or she actually heard that song herself. Oh well! I guess we all have awkward phases.
Her 'awkward phase' was however not corrected at Iyanya's London Concert. She tripped on her flowing dress when she was about to perform. Sources said she was tipsy. You think she was?
The 'musician' did not stop there,with her jabs on Mercy Johnson's husband saying he sent Mercy back to acting so she could go 'hustle' months after the birth of their baby daughter,Purity. Tonto,are you by any means implying Mercy's husband is incapable of taking care of his family? Would you want that jab at your own husband? Oh wait! You are not married. We love you Tonto, but 2014 expects less singing and less jabbing from you. More acting!
PIZZAS? VARIETY? FUN?
Thumbs-up To David K Isreal
Love pizzas? Love variety? Love fun? Love simple yet amazing? Or you love some other weird things? LOL! You should be reading this! We at FlashTrafficPro will dig up the recepie of any pizza of your choice,on request of course. Why? Because we love you! Enjoy! ;)
We may debate which country invented
pizza, but there's no denying that it's one
of the most popular foods found throughout
the world. The word pizza, which comes
from the word pita , means 'pie.' So be
careful: calling it a pizza pie is sort of like
saying "I'll have the soup de jour of the
day." The below list is by no means
exhaustive. It's just meant to drop a little
knowledge on you about some of the more
popular permutations found in different
regions of the world.
1. Lahma Bi Ajeen
This scrumptious version of pizza, which
literally translates into "meat with dough," is
brought to you by the Lebanese (other parts
of the Middle East call it by other names)
and is made with minced onions, usually
ground lamb, cumin and yogurt. If you have
never tried it, you really must! Soo delicious. #Crowd's favourite,ay? Just right for that little get-together.
2. Margherita
The pizza Margherita is just over a century
old and is named after HM Queen
Margherita of Italy, wife of King Umberto I
and first Queen of Italy. It's made using
toppings of tomato, mozzarella cheese, and
fresh basil, which represent the red, white,
and green of the Italian flag.#Yum! Breakfast?
3. Calzone
Calzone means 'stocking' in Italian and is a
turnover that originates from Italy. Shaped
like a semicircle, the calzone is made of
dough folded over and filled with the usual
pizza ingredients. #Who wants to impress that all important guest? You know you do!
4. Stromboli
Many people think that strombolis and
calzones are identical. However, this is not
really the case. According to WIKI, "there
are several theories regarding the origin of
the stromboli. Romano's Italian Restaurant
& Pizzeria claims to have originated it in
1950 in Essington, Tinicum Township, just
outside of Philadelphia, by Nazzareno
Romano. Others claim a stromboli sandwich
with chili sauce was invented by Mike
Aquino, Sr., in Spokane, Washington, named
after the movie Stromboli starring Ingrid
Bergman, in 1954." #Worth it!!!! Somethings are just too amazing!
5. Marinara
This is your basic flat bread with oil, tomato,
garlic, and oregano. In Italy, back in the old
days, it was stored on voyages so that
sailors (marinai) could make pizza away
from home. #Nice,very nice. Hungry yet?
6. Neapolitan
The Neapolitan hails from Naples and is the
basis for our modern-day American pizza.
Originally, the Neapolitan pie was served
sans cheese. But around 1889, that seems
to have changed when the Royal Palace
commissioned the Neapolitan pizzaiolo
Raffaele Esposito to create a pizza in honor
of the visiting Queen Margherita. That's how
the plain pizza morphed into the
Margherita. #Yes! The kids deserve the good-life-breakfast!
7. Deep Dish
Unlike most pizzas, deep dish is eaten with
a knife and fork. It hails from Chicago and
the best story I found about its origin
comes from an article dating back to 1943
from the Chicago Tribune :
Chicago-style pizza may owe its existence
to a bad enchilada. When partners Ike
Sewell and Ric Riccardo planned to open a
restaurant, Sewell, a native Texan, wanted
to feature Mexican food. But one of the
sample meals the partners tested made
Riccardo so sick that he rejected Mexican
food entirely. Riccardo suggested pizza,
which he had encountered in Italyas
indeed many American servicemen were
doing during World War II. Sewell's
complaint with pizza was that it was
insubstantial, little more than an
appetizerand readily available in
Chicago's Little Italy neighborhood
besides. Sewell wanted a substantial,
meal-size pizza. After some
experimenting, the partners devised
something with a thick crust and plenty of
cheese. #And you,deserve a whole new dessert sensation!
Love pizzas? Love variety? Love fun? Love simple yet amazing? Or you love some other weird things? LOL! You should be reading this! We at FlashTrafficPro will dig up the recepie of any pizza of your choice,on request of course. Why? Because we love you! Enjoy! ;)
We may debate which country invented
pizza, but there's no denying that it's one
of the most popular foods found throughout
the world. The word pizza, which comes
from the word pita , means 'pie.' So be
careful: calling it a pizza pie is sort of like
saying "I'll have the soup de jour of the
day." The below list is by no means
exhaustive. It's just meant to drop a little
knowledge on you about some of the more
popular permutations found in different
regions of the world.
1. Lahma Bi Ajeen
This scrumptious version of pizza, which
literally translates into "meat with dough," is
brought to you by the Lebanese (other parts
of the Middle East call it by other names)
and is made with minced onions, usually
ground lamb, cumin and yogurt. If you have
never tried it, you really must! Soo delicious. #Crowd's favourite,ay? Just right for that little get-together.
2. Margherita
The pizza Margherita is just over a century
old and is named after HM Queen
Margherita of Italy, wife of King Umberto I
and first Queen of Italy. It's made using
toppings of tomato, mozzarella cheese, and
fresh basil, which represent the red, white,
and green of the Italian flag.#Yum! Breakfast?
3. Calzone
Calzone means 'stocking' in Italian and is a
turnover that originates from Italy. Shaped
like a semicircle, the calzone is made of
dough folded over and filled with the usual
pizza ingredients. #Who wants to impress that all important guest? You know you do!
4. Stromboli
Many people think that strombolis and
calzones are identical. However, this is not
really the case. According to WIKI, "there
are several theories regarding the origin of
the stromboli. Romano's Italian Restaurant
& Pizzeria claims to have originated it in
1950 in Essington, Tinicum Township, just
outside of Philadelphia, by Nazzareno
Romano. Others claim a stromboli sandwich
with chili sauce was invented by Mike
Aquino, Sr., in Spokane, Washington, named
after the movie Stromboli starring Ingrid
Bergman, in 1954." #Worth it!!!! Somethings are just too amazing!
5. Marinara
This is your basic flat bread with oil, tomato,
garlic, and oregano. In Italy, back in the old
days, it was stored on voyages so that
sailors (marinai) could make pizza away
from home. #Nice,very nice. Hungry yet?
6. Neapolitan
The Neapolitan hails from Naples and is the
basis for our modern-day American pizza.
Originally, the Neapolitan pie was served
sans cheese. But around 1889, that seems
to have changed when the Royal Palace
commissioned the Neapolitan pizzaiolo
Raffaele Esposito to create a pizza in honor
of the visiting Queen Margherita. That's how
the plain pizza morphed into the
Margherita. #Yes! The kids deserve the good-life-breakfast!
7. Deep Dish
Unlike most pizzas, deep dish is eaten with
a knife and fork. It hails from Chicago and
the best story I found about its origin
comes from an article dating back to 1943
from the Chicago Tribune :
Chicago-style pizza may owe its existence
to a bad enchilada. When partners Ike
Sewell and Ric Riccardo planned to open a
restaurant, Sewell, a native Texan, wanted
to feature Mexican food. But one of the
sample meals the partners tested made
Riccardo so sick that he rejected Mexican
food entirely. Riccardo suggested pizza,
which he had encountered in Italy
indeed many American servicemen were
doing during World War II. Sewell's
complaint with pizza was that it was
insubstantial, little more than an
appetizer
Chicago's Little Italy neighborhood
besides. Sewell wanted a substantial,
meal-size pizza. After some
experimenting, the partners devised
something with a thick crust and plenty of
cheese. #And you,deserve a whole new dessert sensation!
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KACHI's DIARY[After Jail]
THE OTHER SIDE
After leaving jail,I was sent back to Nigeria by Zimbabwean Government. I was indeed glad as I updated my diary. It was the only thing I carried about,all of it.
Nigeria had changed alot. I went back to Father's house,nobody seemed to know a concrete story on what happened to them. I was so sad. The house I once knew as a home was deserted even though our property still remained. I got the a strange urge to tidy up the house and live there. Maybe someone would show up,I hoped.
I had been there one month. Surviving was very hard,I even stole a bit.
On October twentieth,I was outside playing draught with a friend when another friend rushed in with a flyer. He sounded very excited,very hopeful.
Finally,we read the content of the flyer. It was a scholarship examination advertisement. I sighed and tossed it aside.
I was never dull as a child,I was just misdirected.
I was cajouled or maybe I did see the light. I enrolled for an O'level examination,made all my papers and applied for the scholarship examination.
The results of this examination did not take long to be released.
I began to feel my life was not cursed when I saw my name was short listed,that was one of the few times I ever saw myself happy, that happy. I ran home to break the good news to them. Everyone was happy for me.
The university for me,really had no tale. I barely had friends,I barely talked. Seeing those kids been youthful tired me and when they tried to tell me how hard core they could be,I got agitated. In a couple of years,I had graduated. Brings us to the present. Yes,my life was not what I dreamed it would be. I have a party with some friends later today. Having been indoors for days writing this diary,has got me tired. I really wish I could pass on this party,Joey on the other hand would probably not forgive me. Now,to the matter of what I am supposed to wear. I leave in two hours.
I have barely recovered from the shock. I am Temitayo Tijani. I have known Ogwu Kachi since we were kids and Kachi has just been killed.
Wondering why Kachi's diary is in my possession even though he has just been killed? I will try to make this as simple as possible.
Kachi was killed at a party right in front of my street. I was going home from the market when the incident happened.
I ducked to have a clearer view when the shooting started. I can not tell who was shooting and why the person was,however,I managed to see that Kachi had been shot and was grasping to a book,quite big as though his life depended on it. That book caught my attention and even though I knew he was hit bad and was definitely going to die,I felt I had to take that book. I probably should have thought going into a shoot-out scene through,I am glad I did not.
As soon as a car drove off,the shooting stopped and dead silence fell upon a once lively party. I ran straight for Kachi,but he was already dead and I took the book from him,ran from the scene and headed straight home. In a couple of minutes,I heard sirens.
Day two since Kachi's death and reading his book felt odd. Finally,I decided to and I saw that Kachi wanted his diary to be published. He wrote all the details of his life that portrayed him for who he really is because he wanted to keep record. He however carefully strikes out certain details he does not want to be published. He wanted him to be seen as the 'Unfortunate Victim'. Kachi's last wish was obviously to have his diary published,the part he wanted to be published. I did help him achieve that wish. I wrote the account of his life just the way he wanted. Kachi is not who we all think he is,Kachi is sick and he probably would have had help. The fact that he wrote the entire truth on his diary and strikes out some details on the same diary awes me. I still do not understand why anyone would be so twisted. I think I can conclude that he did deserve to die!
Kachi was thirty two years old and he says he is heading for Youth Service when there is an age limit for Youth Service in Nigeria. I still do not understand why he did that.
In his diary,Kachi had nude pictures of his sister Anwulika pinned to the pages of his diary obviously without the knowledge of her. Now we really see why she was his 'Favourite' sister. He was perverted.
Kachi stole and was never caught.
These are all in his diary,carefully written and striken out. This boy was ill.
He killed his mother when he was nineteen,and he claimed ".....And was the last time I saw mother". He blamed her for everything that was happening in his life. When? He met Benard and his friends when he had killed his mother. He was still recovering from killing her when he strayed from home.
Kachi's mother,Chisom lived in a shack after she had be driven by her husband.On that fateful day,Kachi went to her shack and poured acid on her while she was asleep and cut her limbs afterwards.
Anwulika? He set her ablaze for letting their father touch her. She was returning home that night when he set her Ablaze. He however says he does not know if she died as she ran away. Now we see that these people did not just waltz out of the life of Kachi,he 'waltzed them out'.
Kachi had carefully striken out those details on his diary and now I understand why he always took it everywhere he went,even to his death spot.
He also stroke out how ruthless his father was. Kachi wanted a less ruthless father portrayed. According to the striken parts,Kachi's father was very ruthless,more like something was driving him to be so wicked. He once tried to engage Kachi in homosexuality.
In my conclusion,Kachi's father was the root of the problem. Did Kachi's father cause the problem of his family especially Kachi? Or was Kachi just a sick person? Would Kachi have ended the way he did if he had left with his mother? Was it Kachi's mother's fault? Was she too timid? There are lots of "what ifs" or was the Ogwu family under a curse?
What could have driven Kachi so far?
Why did Kachi write his diary the way he did? Was Kachi crazy? If Kachi lead a better life would he have died? Would he have turned a new leaf if he was alive? Did his father's attitude generate the ripple effect? Was Kachi too far from God? Or was the family just cursed? No one is blamed for the choices we make,no situation is blamed either.
I am Temitayo Tijani and I have just read one of the most twisted life story. I am awed and my view of life would never remain the same. We all look but see differently,some look but see indefinitely.
After leaving jail,I was sent back to Nigeria by Zimbabwean Government. I was indeed glad as I updated my diary. It was the only thing I carried about,all of it.
Nigeria had changed alot. I went back to Father's house,nobody seemed to know a concrete story on what happened to them. I was so sad. The house I once knew as a home was deserted even though our property still remained. I got the a strange urge to tidy up the house and live there. Maybe someone would show up,I hoped.
I had been there one month. Surviving was very hard,I even stole a bit.
On October twentieth,I was outside playing draught with a friend when another friend rushed in with a flyer. He sounded very excited,very hopeful.
Finally,we read the content of the flyer. It was a scholarship examination advertisement. I sighed and tossed it aside.
I was never dull as a child,I was just misdirected.
I was cajouled or maybe I did see the light. I enrolled for an O'level examination,made all my papers and applied for the scholarship examination.
The results of this examination did not take long to be released.
I began to feel my life was not cursed when I saw my name was short listed,that was one of the few times I ever saw myself happy, that happy. I ran home to break the good news to them. Everyone was happy for me.
The university for me,really had no tale. I barely had friends,I barely talked. Seeing those kids been youthful tired me and when they tried to tell me how hard core they could be,I got agitated. In a couple of years,I had graduated. Brings us to the present. Yes,my life was not what I dreamed it would be. I have a party with some friends later today. Having been indoors for days writing this diary,has got me tired. I really wish I could pass on this party,Joey on the other hand would probably not forgive me. Now,to the matter of what I am supposed to wear. I leave in two hours.
I have barely recovered from the shock. I am Temitayo Tijani. I have known Ogwu Kachi since we were kids and Kachi has just been killed.
Wondering why Kachi's diary is in my possession even though he has just been killed? I will try to make this as simple as possible.
Kachi was killed at a party right in front of my street. I was going home from the market when the incident happened.
I ducked to have a clearer view when the shooting started. I can not tell who was shooting and why the person was,however,I managed to see that Kachi had been shot and was grasping to a book,quite big as though his life depended on it. That book caught my attention and even though I knew he was hit bad and was definitely going to die,I felt I had to take that book. I probably should have thought going into a shoot-out scene through,I am glad I did not.
As soon as a car drove off,the shooting stopped and dead silence fell upon a once lively party. I ran straight for Kachi,but he was already dead and I took the book from him,ran from the scene and headed straight home. In a couple of minutes,I heard sirens.
Day two since Kachi's death and reading his book felt odd. Finally,I decided to and I saw that Kachi wanted his diary to be published. He wrote all the details of his life that portrayed him for who he really is because he wanted to keep record. He however carefully strikes out certain details he does not want to be published. He wanted him to be seen as the 'Unfortunate Victim'. Kachi's last wish was obviously to have his diary published,the part he wanted to be published. I did help him achieve that wish. I wrote the account of his life just the way he wanted. Kachi is not who we all think he is,Kachi is sick and he probably would have had help. The fact that he wrote the entire truth on his diary and strikes out some details on the same diary awes me. I still do not understand why anyone would be so twisted. I think I can conclude that he did deserve to die!
Kachi was thirty two years old and he says he is heading for Youth Service when there is an age limit for Youth Service in Nigeria. I still do not understand why he did that.
In his diary,Kachi had nude pictures of his sister Anwulika pinned to the pages of his diary obviously without the knowledge of her. Now we really see why she was his 'Favourite' sister. He was perverted.
Kachi stole and was never caught.
These are all in his diary,carefully written and striken out. This boy was ill.
He killed his mother when he was nineteen,and he claimed ".....And was the last time I saw mother". He blamed her for everything that was happening in his life. When? He met Benard and his friends when he had killed his mother. He was still recovering from killing her when he strayed from home.
Kachi's mother,Chisom lived in a shack after she had be driven by her husband.On that fateful day,Kachi went to her shack and poured acid on her while she was asleep and cut her limbs afterwards.
Anwulika? He set her ablaze for letting their father touch her. She was returning home that night when he set her Ablaze. He however says he does not know if she died as she ran away. Now we see that these people did not just waltz out of the life of Kachi,he 'waltzed them out'.
Kachi had carefully striken out those details on his diary and now I understand why he always took it everywhere he went,even to his death spot.
He also stroke out how ruthless his father was. Kachi wanted a less ruthless father portrayed. According to the striken parts,Kachi's father was very ruthless,more like something was driving him to be so wicked. He once tried to engage Kachi in homosexuality.
In my conclusion,Kachi's father was the root of the problem. Did Kachi's father cause the problem of his family especially Kachi? Or was Kachi just a sick person? Would Kachi have ended the way he did if he had left with his mother? Was it Kachi's mother's fault? Was she too timid? There are lots of "what ifs" or was the Ogwu family under a curse?
What could have driven Kachi so far?
Why did Kachi write his diary the way he did? Was Kachi crazy? If Kachi lead a better life would he have died? Would he have turned a new leaf if he was alive? Did his father's attitude generate the ripple effect? Was Kachi too far from God? Or was the family just cursed? No one is blamed for the choices we make,no situation is blamed either.
I am Temitayo Tijani and I have just read one of the most twisted life story. I am awed and my view of life would never remain the same. We all look but see differently,some look but see indefinitely.
Relationship between religion and science
Science and religion generally pursue knowledge of the universe using different methodologies. Science acknowledges reason, empiricism, and evidence, while religions include revelation, faith and sacredness. Despite these differences, most scientific and technical innovations prior to the Scientific revolution were achieved by societies organized by religious traditions. Much of the scientific method was pioneered first by Islamic scholars, and later by Christians. Hinduism has historically embraced reason and empiricism, holding that science brings legitimate, but incomplete knowledge of the world. Confucian thought has held different views of science over time. Most Buddhists today view science as complementary to their beliefs.
Events in Europe such as the Galileo affair, associated with the Scientific revolution and the Age of Enlightenment, led scholars such as John William Draper to postulate a conflict thesis, holding that religion and science conflict methodologically, factually and politically. This thesis is advanced by contemporary scientists such as Richard Dawkins, Steven Weinberg and Carl Sagan, and proposed by many creationists. While the conflict thesis remains popular for the public, it has lost favor among most contemporary historians of science.[1][2][3][4]
Many theologians, philosophers and scientists in history have found no conflict between their faith and science. Biologist Stephen Jay Gould, other scientists, and some contemporary theologians hold that religion and science are non-overlapping magisteria, addressing fundamentally separate forms of knowledge and aspects of life. Scientists Francisco Ayala, Kenneth R. Miller and Francis Collins see no necessary conflict between religion and science. Some theologians or historians of science, including John Lennox, Thomas Berry, Brian Swimme and Ken Wilber propose an interconnection between them.
Public acceptance of scientific facts may be influenced by religion; many in the United States reject the idea of evolution by natural selection, especially regarding human beings. Nevertheless, the American National Academy of Sciences has written that "the evidence for evolution can be fully compatible with religious faith," a view officially endorsed by many religious denominations globally.[5]
SOURCE: Wikipedia
Skin care: Five Tips For Healthy Skin
1. Protect yourself from the sun
For the most complete sun protection:
- Use sunscreen. Use a broad-spectrum sunscreen with an SPF of at least 15. When you're outdoors, reapply sunscreen every two hours — or more often if you're swimming or perspiring.
- Seek shade. Avoid the sun between 10 a.m. and 4 p.m., when the sun's rays are strongest.
- Wear protective clothing. Cover your skin with tightly woven long-sleeved shirts, long pants and wide-brimmed hats. Also consider laundry additives, which give clothing an additional layer of ultraviolet protection for a certain number of washings, or special sun-protective clothing — which is specifically designed to block ultraviolet rays.
2. Don't smoke
If you smoke, the best way to protect your skin is to quit. Ask your doctor for tips or treatments to help you stop smoking.
. Treat your skin gently
- Limit bath time. Hot water and long showers or baths remove oils from your skin. Limit your bath or shower time, and use warm — rather than hot — water.
- Avoid strong soaps. Strong soaps and detergents can strip oil from your skin. Instead, choose mild cleansers.
- Shave carefully. To protect and lubricate your skin, apply shaving cream, lotion or gel before shaving. For the closest shave, use a clean, sharp razor. Shave in the direction the hair grows, not against it.
- Pat dry. After washing or bathing, gently pat or blot your skin dry with a towel so that some moisture remains on your skin.
- Moisturize dry skin. If your skin is dry, use a moisturizer that fits your skin type. For daily use, consider a moisturizer that contains SPF.
4. Eat a healthy diet
5. Manage stress
THE MARUN HORROR
More weeks and iced chills. The cold season
comes with long rails. I run for cover,We run for
cover.
Yet,still through it seeps in. Another bang on the
door_Another human approaching to awaken the
sore.
The sun has set a long time ago.
All the activities that made the day aglow.
Happy faces,Happy children.
Sad eyes of their mothers all knowing.
Still,sleep dare ladens my eyes.
Another bang echoed through my battered
shelter
Bolting up from where I lay.
It was maybe not all in my mind,I realized.
Roaring voice of the Marun Man blares my ears.
Slow motions become my sudden movements.
Cries of my heart are all I hear.
A loud cheer of fear engraves my face.
What more does he want?
Butterflies in my tummy sing and chant.
I scotter around as though I search to find a
saving grace.
Making way for the Marun Man.
He flaunts strong glares at me_I shiver.
With his red,hot eyes with so much hate.
Then I concluded what my fate was meant to
be.
Dost I dare scream?
He reads my thoughts;
And a slap unwounds on my face.
Cool the ebb,I pray thee.
I am so scared_For reasons I convince myself I
do not know.
Leaping off my bed_As though a pin pricked me.
It was a dream.
Sighs of relief bathed my mind streams.
My fear,my cowardice.
And yet I dream of a life in paradice.
My greatest horror I must overcome;The Marun
Man I must defeat.
It is until then shall I be able to achieve greater
feats.
comes with long rails. I run for cover,We run for
cover.
Yet,still through it seeps in. Another bang on the
door_Another human approaching to awaken the
sore.
The sun has set a long time ago.
All the activities that made the day aglow.
Happy faces,Happy children.
Sad eyes of their mothers all knowing.
Still,sleep dare ladens my eyes.
Another bang echoed through my battered
shelter
Bolting up from where I lay.
It was maybe not all in my mind,I realized.
Roaring voice of the Marun Man blares my ears.
Slow motions become my sudden movements.
Cries of my heart are all I hear.
A loud cheer of fear engraves my face.
What more does he want?
Butterflies in my tummy sing and chant.
I scotter around as though I search to find a
saving grace.
Making way for the Marun Man.
He flaunts strong glares at me_I shiver.
With his red,hot eyes with so much hate.
Then I concluded what my fate was meant to
be.
Dost I dare scream?
He reads my thoughts;
And a slap unwounds on my face.
Cool the ebb,I pray thee.
I am so scared_For reasons I convince myself I
do not know.
Leaping off my bed_As though a pin pricked me.
It was a dream.
Sighs of relief bathed my mind streams.
My fear,my cowardice.
And yet I dream of a life in paradice.
My greatest horror I must overcome;The Marun
Man I must defeat.
It is until then shall I be able to achieve greater
feats.
KACHI's DIARY
After the death of Chinedu,I became more and more fustrated. Everybody seemed to find something wrong with me. No matter how I hard I tried to concentrate at school,images kept flashing through my mind,disturbing memories. I became scared of people because I thought they would try to hurt me,like almost everyone in my life did. Also,at this time I flunked my final year exam in secondary school. I wasn't in the least shaken,my life had practically been full of misfortunes. Father killed me,literally when he saw that I had failed. He burnt my stomach with a hot electric iron. I almost became totally immune to pain, I became immune to love,I became immune to life. Night Lady on the other hand,had just had a miscarriage yet again. Father had beaten her,infact he practiced boxing on her so much that at a time,Night Lady could pass for a Muhammed -Ali-wanna-be. She was no longer scared of father. He hit her,she hit him right back. The Third World war happened right in my house.
He kept throwing things out asking us to leave. Saying we were evil,the cause of his ill luck. After sometime,he stopped throwing out our things he threw us instead.
It was the 15th of March,I will never forget that day. Father came home bitter than usual. He was very drunk and asked us to leave the house,when we tried to resist he brought out his gun. I had never seen my siblings so obedient. In a couple of minutes,we were outside the gate except my older sister,Ifeoma.
It was about 10pm,Night Lady decided we returned to the house. We did. We were at the gate when we heard screams,we all exchanged confused glances then tiptoed into the house. There he was,ontop my sister. That scene scarred me for life. He just kept on even though she was screaming. There was blood all over the place,she was injured. Her arms,spread apart where torn badly,her clothes had obviously been long gone.
Finally,father noticed our presence. He got up from her,by this time Night Lady had already passed out. He turned to us,stark naked and walked away. Then,I became immune to being human. I lost my mind. Ifeoma was still on the bed,she didn't move. I wasn't sure if she was dead. My other siblings were screaming. Anwulika,wiped her eyes,picked a pestle and left the room. In a couple of seconds,we heard the scream of father. We rushed to the other room and we saw him on the floor,blood gushing from his head. Anwulika looked over him,she laughed,she spat on him,she dropped the pestle and walked away. I haven't set eyes on Anwulika till date. At 1am,my favourite sister left my life.
My life had no base anymore. Night Lady was almost crazy. My siblings,I can't even explain what happened to us.
I decided to walk around one evening,maybe clear my mind for a few. I walked for a while when I discovered it was already dusk. I looked at a sign board,my eyes widened. I had walked a very long distance from my house. I distance that I wasn't sure I could walk back. Then the idea of running away hit me. Father did not die as we hoped,running away was definitely a solid idea. So,I started walking faster ahead. I had not gone very far when some boys called me. I was ready to fight,to kill them but they didn't try to hit me. They asked why I was crying,I didn't realize I was crying. I was nineteen,crying about did not exactly pass for sane. I didn't tell then at first,but after they offered me a good meal, words began to spill. I told them everything and I felt alot better. I realized that talking to someone was really helping me.
As if a pin had pricked Benard,as I learnt was the name of one of the boys,he jumped, obviously he had an idea. Finally,the 'idea' was revealed. He suggested I go to Libya with them. As I later learnt,they were planning on going to Libya on Land and they thought it wise I joined them. I did not have to think much to agree. They gave me money to get back home the next day.
I hurriedly packed some of my clothes,some money,pictures and my diaries. I told Night Lady and my siblings of my plans,they did not try to stop me instead they prayed for me admist tears and I was set on my way.
On the 20th of March, The drive from Abuja was
rollercoaster ride along dusty highways and
muddy jungle tracks replete with bumps,
bruises and attempted bribes.
We pick our way through Niger’s Air
mountains, circumventing a mountain
rebellion, increased mountain banditry, and
North African border crackdowns, according to
migrants and smugglers in Niger’s mountain
gateway town of Agadez.
Five hundred kilometres from to Agadez,our truck was waylaid by a group of bandits. My friends and I were not the only ones traveling on the truck. These bandits took every penny we had,food supplies and our clothes. As they drove away leaving a dust filled air,I got teary. I was angry and fustrated at the same time. We did not eat that day.
Somehow,We got to Agadez.
Upon arrival in Agadez, we were greeted by people smugglers. We saw that there was an endless
flow of migrants travelling through Agadez to
Libya and Algeria to find work, earn some
money, and continue onward [to Europe].
Most arrive in Agadez broke, and are forced
to do whatever they can to survive to pay
these agents. We saw a well-organised human- smuggling
operation that “rivalled any travel agency,
except without the signs”.
We stayed a day in Agadez and continued our journey.
On our way into the desert,our truck broke down. It dawned on me that embarking on this trip was a crazy idea.
We continued on foot. We had not walked 10feet from our unfortunate truck when we saw another truck full of migrants hit a mine 40km from the northern
Niger military post of Madama, 1000km from
Agadez. The bodies had already started to decay. I sat on the sand and wept. Certainly,the families of these people had no idea what had happened. These corpses would rotten and be one with the soil,it was only a matter of time.
Tired,hungry and thristy we dragged our foot through the desert. The sun was very intense and there was not one single shade. Benard screamed and jumped up,so did Musa. We turned to them and another traveller screamed,he screamed something about a desert snake. Obviously,the snakes had bitten Benard and Musa. By this time,they were both on the floor. More snakes came out of the sand. We ran,the snakes chased. Another person was bitten and she died. Finally,the snakes stopped chasing. I felt I had almost died. We stopped to catch our breaths. Walking till late at night,We finally saw a little village. We snuck about , found some food and water. Finding a place to sleep was not a problem. As I laid down to sleep,my mind drifted to and fro. I thought about a lot of things-my siblings,Anwulika especially,Night Lady, Father and the girl I had a crush on,Eno. All these thoughts flooded my mind as I dozed off.
Screams woke me. Chaos everywhere. For Pete's sake we were supposed to be hiding! Someone finally talked to me. A traveller had gone missing,actually his body had gone missing. We found his head on his sleeping space,his body had disappeared with the night. Ice cold chills ran through my spine. We all cried,some of us wailed not caring if we were caught or not. We then dragged the body out of sight.
Devastated,We all walked in silence. A traveller decided she could no longer continue despite our words of 'encouragement',her decision had been made.
Finally,We got to Libya. Pretty leaky border.Twenty eight travellers started for the journey,twelve made it. I was sad and making it to Libya alive did not take away this coldness I felt.
Libya was not how I envisioned it to be,I probably should have stayed back in Nigeria. Finding food was a very rare gift,I slept in shacks,bathing was not on the agenda.
Tired and hungry,I literally crawled the streets in search of a job. A car honked,I moved away. It honked again,this time in my direction. I squinted to see where the horn was coming from and I saw someone beckoning on me. I walked towards the person in the huge car,and it was a lady. She smiled at me and asked me to get into the car. The thought that life could not get worse made me step into that car.
In a couple of hours,I had told her my story. She expressed deep sympathy at my fate. She told me about hers. Grace,was a rich widow who is out to 'help' young boys like me. I was glad when we got to her house. It was huge,beautiful and expensive.
It was a matter of months and I had a very good car. Grace was a cougar,a very generous one. Even though she was very demanding and controlling,I did not mind as she gave me more money than I could ask for. She was very hard to please and she continuously reminded me of my poverty. Our relationship,however did not last. It was a rainy Sunday morning,I blew my tops and she asked me to pay every penny she spent on me within three months or she ended me. When she laid that on me,I felt my head running through a thousand thoughts-there is not a possible way I could pay such a huge amount in so little a time. I stormed out of the house,walked to a near by water fall to think. After hours of brain storming,Sako came to mind. Sako,one of the friends I have made since I got here. Sako did all sorts of business,he knew all sorts of people. I then decided telling him of my plight was a good idea. Later that night,I went to see Sako. After I told him all that had happened,he said he could help me if I could sell a certain product. He whispered into my ears,I thought of what he had just said for a while. He said there was little or no risk involved. I agreed,after all it was a one time thing.
The rest of my life happened in a flash. I was supposed to deliver the 'products' at Zimbabwe,and get paid afterwards. I got to Zimbabwe successfully,Happy was I indeed. I was heading for a hotel when some men asked me what was in my bag and I told them it was clothes. The men later informed me they were from the police,my heart skipped lots of beats and tears almost ran down my face. This time,they did not ask as nicely as they did the first time. The forcefully took my bag and over turned it,before their very eyes it fell. The entire content. My throat went dry,I knew it was over for me. In a split second,I had considered many options-suicide,running away,and the likes.
The men did not say another word,they just asked me into their car and I went in without any struggle. Few days later,I was in custody. I was asked to contact my agents and I did. Sako was nowhere to be found,even the people in the area denies having heard of him. Afterwards,the police used me for Kun Fu practice.
Prison was not fun at all and seven years was definitely no joke. Life was hard,but prison was harder. Chikurubi Prisons,Zimbabwe was my new home.
Zimbabwe's prisoners are suffering untold
horrors in Zimbabwe's jails. We were locked up in hell-holes, condemning us to
slow starvation and possible death from
nutrition-related illnesses or the vast array of
other diseases we are exposed to through
unhygienic conditions. Despite terrible
desperation, our position as 'prisoners' means
we are denied the most basic human instinct
and that is to fight for survival: inmates can't
beg for food from passers-by, they can't forage
for wild berries in the bush, and they can't
rummage through dustbins for waste food.
Because of this, Zimbabwe's prisons constitute
a unique and especially cruel form of torture
that has both physical and psychological
impacts on the people affected.
Extreme hunger, inhumane squalid conditions,
exposure to a variety of diseases and stripping
Us of our dignity are standard practices in
Zimbabwe's jails, resulting in shameful misery
hidden away from the public gaze behind high
walls and razor wire.
We were lucky to get one meal. Sometimes we
sleep without. We have moving skeletons,
moving graves. Prisoners were dying each day.
We were given sadza and
matemba (dried fish) boiled in water once every
day in the afternoon, when resources are available. We were given meals not because they wanted to be generous,but because we needed to be alive to do very hard work.
Deaths occurred everyday. The Prison's Cemetery was now full, a special cemetery had to be opened at
Chikurubi Prison Farm to cope with the corpses.
Pellagra is another disease plaguing us in prisons: it results from a deficiency of
vitamin B3 and trypophan, an essential amino
acid found in meat, poultry, fish and eggs. Twenty three inmates died from an outbreak of pellagra, and many more were
ill from the disease. Inmates with weakened immune systems are
especially vulnerable to catching the variety of
diseases in the cells, with their immunity
further compromised by poor nutrition,
unsanitary conditions and by being kept in
close proximity to other sick people.
We were not allowed to wash our clothes,and if you had a blanket you were lucky even if it is lice infected.
When I first got to prison,I was given a uniform with excrement on it and it was torn in It's grouch area letting me almost no form of coverage. As I lay on the concrete shelf, a tiny
creature with a flat grey body fell onto
my leg and I flicked it off into the
darkness below. But another was making
its way downwards and more were
emerging from the cracks between the
bunks and the wall. Gradually, I
realised the entire cell was crawling with
bugs. I pulled my hoodie tight over my
head and tried to ignore them. The
sensation of insects crawling and biting
every inch of my body, together with the
hard concrete bed made trying to sleep
torture.
Inmates on death row were treated worse,they weren't allowed any clothes. They simply walked about stark naked. Sometimes,We were asked to give prisoners who were going for court appearances our uniforms. Yes,it was that bad.
I began to lose my mind. Homosexuality was very rampant as if survival was dependent on it. Once,I was almost anally rapped. It was crazy. I served my jail term obediently and I had three weeks remaining to leave this hell house. I planned on returning to Nigeria.
There weeks came rather slowly and I was released with some money. I breathed freedom and I cried. I felt I had no life,no base,no future. The thought of my family crossed my mind. Anwulika crossed my mind. I smiled to myself,I was indeed lost in this world.
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Konga Affiliate program and how you can make money with it
One of the ways one can make
money easily online is by participating in affiliate programs.
Konga is an online shopping
website, a place where Nigerians can buy things on the web and get a
home
delivery. They work a bit like Amazon and are into the business of
selling a
lot of stuff such as clothing, electronics and household items. Konga
has been
making money from selling products that people need and now they are
also
offering you an opportunity to also participate in their selling business and this is where their affiliate program comes to play.
Konga's affiliate program, like others, allows you to earn a commission for sales you promote and the commission rate can be as high as 9%.
How does the affiliate program work?
Well, it works like this: Let's say you are signed up as a member of Konga's affiliate, you will be given an affiliate link which you will be able to promote by posting them on websites where people normally visit.
There is a growing number of Nigerians who make money from their websites and some of these methods including selling advertising space, direct sales and affiliate marketing. If you have a website or blog that attracts some good traffic, you can make money with it by registering for Konga's affiliate program and pasting their links on your website.
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17 Feared Dead In Maidugri Car Bomb
A car bomb has exploded in front of the state television offices in the north eastern Nigerian city of Maiduguri killing at least 17 people, according to a senior police official.
The bomb, planted in a three-wheel rickshaw taxi, exploded outside the state television offices at about 1.30pm (1230 GMT), witnesses told Reuters.
"My men counted 17 dead as at 2:00pm and they are still counting. I have instructed my men to go to the University of Maiduguri Teaching Hospital and the state specialist hospital to verify if there are others," said Borno Police Commissioner Lawan Tanko.
"I saw two boys on the ground and their bodies cut into pieces, two other cars immediately caught fire and I ran away because there was too much blood," city resident Aisha Hassan told Reuters.
Soldiers fired shots into the air to disperse crowds before cordoning off the roads around the bomb site, witnesses said.
Dozens of youths, some armed with machetes, protested on the street after the attack, accusing politicians of failing to curb violence in Maiduguri, they said.
No one claimed responsibility for the blast.
Maiduguri is the capital of Borno state and the focal point of an armed rebellion waged by Boko Haram, which wants to create an Islamic state in the north of Africa's most populous nation and top oil exporter.
President Goodluck Jonathan stepped up a military campaign against the group in May last year. But experts say it has not stemmed the violence which killed thousands last year.
Boko Haram has continued to attack schools and government and military targets in the face of the army crackdown on its four-year-old revolt.
On December 2, hundreds of its fighters in trucks and a stolen armoured personnel carrier attacked an air force base and international airport on the outskirts of Maiduguri in one of the armed group's most daring attacks.
Two helicopters and three decommissioned military aircraft were heavily damaged in the attack.
Same Sex Bill: Jonathan Signs It Into Law
The same sex marriage bill which has been passed into law has generated a lot reactions from Nigerian's home and abroad.
It's quite appalling that some people, Nigerians in particular feel the bill shouldn't become law. The bill makes illegal the practice of homosexuality. A lot of people have voiced their reasons the bill shouldn't stand. Some say it will force intellectuals who are gay to leave the country, others say it will lead to a lot of unhappy marriages, some others are of the opinion that it will cause strife and 'war' between gay and anti-gay. But reality is, homosexuality is evil, and should be treated as such. All of nature is against it; 'likes repel, opposites attract', sperm + egg = New life!
Should we ignore the natural order of things for such perverse living? The consequences human have caused as a result of technology are a testament to what the future holds for seemingly 'advancement in moral values'. If other animals become gay, food will become extinct, if everyone becomes gay, our race ends. If we preach tolerance for homosexuality, soon we'll be legalizing terrorism, rape, murder and other forms of wickedness, after-all, the people that indulge in them derive pleasure in them as gays claim to be happy being gay.
It's a welcome development Nigeria haven't bowed to western hypocrisy and this unthinkable lasciviousness. #GodSaveNigeria!
Maheed,Are You Hot or Cold? Lukewarm Doesn't Work.
popularly known as Maheeda
became an orphan at age 13
and with no one to help her
turned to prostitution.
But according to her she later gave her
life to Christ and turned to music.
Kachi's Diary[Childhood]
I am Ogwu Austin Kachi Born June 28th,1982 , and a Fresh graduate of Electrical Engineering,from Delta State University. You are Obviously reading my diary and you can be sued. I found diaries which I wrote years ago,facinating events I tell you. I have decided to compile the events of my entire life even though I know I can not write it all in the exact order which they happened,I hope to write it so humans can relate. Either make them look at life from a positive angle or commit suicide after reading. Worry not,my life isn't some Cinderella's story. It is so full of multiple events,I almost do not believe it.
MY CHILDHOOD;
I wasnt born into a polygamous family,but somehow it happened. A tiger of a father and a sheep of a mother. I had,(Yes,had. I heard a couple of them passed away)13 siblings altogether. I am the 7th child of the family. At the time I was born,Nigeria was facing some challenges. It was the Buhari Regime, 1984 - 1985: The
military regime headed by Major-General Buhari
consistedof senior military officers such as
Brigadier Tunde Idiagbon, Brigadier 1. B.
Babangida and MajorGeneral Domkat Bali - all of
the Supreme Military Council. The
Administration's many decrees, military
tribunals and emphasis on discipline soon won
for it the characterisation as "the first true
military dictatorship, albeit benevolent" that
Nigeria ever experienced. My father worked for the government and he believed he was a military man. May your mind now soar on how we were treated. My mother was his first wife,Chisom Ogwu. A petty trader with a very good heart and was very quick to tears. I was about six years old when my father brought in the other woman. She hails from Ghana. Stella Kwesi was her name. A beautiful woman,so beautiful I always wondered why she married my father. Mr Ogwu wasn't exactly Prince Charming.
I remember that horrible day,my dad drove home at about 11pm at night. Angry, as usual. We greeted,he stormed past us,went inside,got my mother's belongings and started throwing them out. For minutes we were dazed,not reacting. We just looked at him. We heard a sound coming from the car,we looked up to see a slender figure draging what seems to exceed her weight,out of the car. As she walked into the light coming from the bulb in the balcony,we saw that it was a lady. A horribly dressed lady. Her make up-My immediate thought was that she was from the circus. She made her way inside the house with her luggage, not paying us as much as a glance. I saw mum's tears streaking. Mother didn't speak a word. She just packed her bags,shook us and left. That was the last time I ever saw my mother. Mother was an orphan,my siblings and I didn't know where she came from. She didn't have any friends. Father was the only person in the world she knew. I was sore. I never did like my father much but from that day,I hated him.
It was at about 6am when we heard the sound coming from the kitchen. I heard my older sister scream from the kitchen. She thought last night was a dream. She flung the door open to meet me on the bed. She wanted to cry. I let her, afterwards,I joined her. Our lives changed from that day. We dressed up and headed for school. We had to walk as father refused to give us transport fare. I got to school feeling very angry. English language was the first subject for the day. Mr. Ojo Adekunle, a small structured man was my class teacher at that time . A knock on my head jolted me back to reality. "What was the last thing I said?!" Mr Ojo barked. "I am sorry,I wasn't listening" I replied in between tears. He walked away and continued his lesson. At the end of the lesson,he called me and I told him everything. Jonah,my brother had again been beaten by bullies and Anwulika was punished for not submitting her assignments. Infact,everyone was generally sad. We all draged ourselves home in silence. Yes,I still remember. Every detail of one of the worst times in my life. We got home that day,met the 'night lady' as we now referred to her as. She welcomed us and served our lunch. At first,we refused to eat. Chinedu thought about it,I think,and begged us to eat. After the meal,Night Lady told us about herself. She wasn't so bad afterall but I couldn't help hating her so.
Life practically crawled by. Five years passed after mother had left and Night Lady,as I Still love to call her, had twins. Both boys. Least I forget,our wealth had started to stutter. We even had to change school. Father became a more bitter man then he was years before. He began to drink,beat up Night Lady even when she was pregnant.
Night Lady cried alot and I saw this look in her eyes. Very vacant look. As though her soul needed to escape. I pitied her.
He hit me and hit me again. I was the less preferred among father's children. More slaps landed on my face. When I got back from school on this epic day,I saw oranges on the kitchen table. Lots of oranges. I was hungry,so I took one. Father came home,walked straight to the kitchen and my name was the next thing I heard. He asked about the oranges,I told him I took one. Slaps upon slaps rained on my face. Night Lady came into the kitchen and draged me away but father pushed her and she hit her hand on the wall. Night Lady's arm is disfigured till date. My siblings began crying. After the beating of my life,he asked me to go buy twelve oranges. At about 11.15pm,my father sent me into the cold night. He said it was either that or he had my index finger. I saw it in his eyes,he meant it. I staggered into the night,crying. Losing my way was a piece of cake,when I discovered I was lost my head spinned. I had no idea where I was and I had no money. I then walked into a nearby mechanic workshop and slept there hoping to find my way at the break of dawn.
The car I slept in began to shake,I heard shouts. I posed to run out of the car and hands draged me out and beat me alot. They called me a thief. I raised up an arm and it was pushed down. After they had beat me to their satisfaction,they asked why I came to steal car parts every night. I explained why I was there,they sighed,shook their heads and parted one after the other. Leaving me there,helpless and confused. The entire me was bleeding. I managed to find my way home. I half expected father to be worried. He wasn't. He cursed and cursed.
Chinedu,my older brother died shortly after my incident. He died of malaria.Years rolled by,I became an angry child. My childhood did. Events just happened. I just didn't think much of them. I had no idea my life probably just begun.
Unsettled.
checking out the cardinal points. I am sweating
all over. Heart rate thousands of beats per
minute. Limbs numb,mouth tasing like vinegar.
Jolting up to my feet-figuring the visual side of
me is definitely on recess. One step in front of
the other,soon I start to scream. I feel I am
falling. Yes,I am falling. Screams after screams. I
hear echoes.
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I dangle,I am now suspended in the air. Yes,I
can fly. I hear my heart's mouth speak in
gibberish. Suddenly,I start falling again. The
visual on recess seem to have resumed. I now
realize I have landed. I see unfamiliar faces.
Unfriendly glares. No,they are not glaring at me.
Yes,they can not see me. I stand_awed as my
head tilts,I see the object to which such glaring
looks of heavy contempt are being directed to. I
am shaken off my balance,The object is a statue
of ME!
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Confusion flooding my mind. But now I hear my
voice and foot steps from behind. The
glaring,unfamiliar faces suddenly become
cheerful and chant my name. Bewilderment
nearly causes me to pass out in a laughing fit.
They cheer again and the 'second' me seems to
be a very good friend of the unfamiliar faces.
She knows them, how come I don't?
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They curse,sneer and frown at my statue. And
cheer & laugh when I come to be with them. The
other quater of my mind sought for an
explanation. "Do the maths" I breathed to
myself. I am still unoticed. I walk
away,undefined path. Enough have I seen.
