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 Fashion / Makeup Essentials: Shopping Guide For Makeup Newbies by TheInkheart(f): 7:22am On Feb 03, 2016 |
As a newbie, shopping for makeup can be very overwhelming. I mean, after watching all those numerous make up tutorial videos and looking at the many pictorials, you just want to practise. This may confuse you as to what to buy and what not to buy; at least till you perfect the art of applying makeup to a reasonable extent. So as to avoid wasting money on products you will end up neglecting or dashing out, these are some of the essentials you should splurge your cash on: Pleas click here to read more: http://www.coloursandgrey.com/makeup-essentials-shopping-guide-for-makeup-newbies/ |
| Family / 5 Amazing Ways To Reuse Your Old Bottles by TheInkheart(f): 3:18pm On Feb 02, 2016 |
So, do you still have those empty wine bottles from Christmas and new year celebration and not gotten around to dispose of them yet? Or you have old perfume bottles that are just too cute for you throw away? Whatever bottles you have, even plastic water bottles or wine glasses with jagged edges that you deem unsafe to use, with this amazing DIY listed below, you can recycle your old bottles to beautify your home, office, car etc. If you’re using perfume bottles or wine bottles with hard to remove stoppers, a plier will do the trick. Click here to read more: http://www.coloursandgrey.com/amazing-ways-to-re-use-your-old-bottles/  |
| Career / Creative Personality(s) Of The Week: The Wilson's Brothers by TheInkheart(f): 11:35am On Jan 07, 2016 |
In a bid to create better, the Wilson’s brothers came up with the best natural drink I have ever come across (for me, it was love at first taste) and this was done with just 2,000 naira and a bag of dreams, imagine!!! Wilson’s Juice Company seeks to create better by promoting great-tasting, healthier and natural beverages; and creating better moments for fun and enjoyment. They strive to utilize resources maximally while creating world-class brands and products that add real value Click here to read more: http://www.coloursandgrey.com/creative-personalitys-of-the-week-the-wilsons-brothers/ |
| Family / People With Tattoos Are Horrible People?! by TheInkheart(f): 8:11pm On May 14, 2015 |
People With Tattoos Are Horrible People?! Before you get comfortable to read this, I will like to warn you that this is really a very personal issue to me; I have tattoos and so, I may be taking things overboard. Pardon me if my words will sound like I'm critising or condemning; maybe that's the point of the whole article. You may also think I'm trying to justify people's reasons for inking their bodies; that also may be the point of writing this too. Either ways, this article may offend you, condemn you, you may like it and you may be indifferent to it; the choice to continue reading this is absolutely yours but I will like you to read this to the end, to understand a little bit of how painful it is to have your body inked in an almost complete afropolitan society like Nigeria's. Welcome to this part of the world where everyone thinks tattoo is a billboard that announces to the public how "bad" we can be. You see someone with a tattoo; no matter how insignificant or little whatever drawn on the body is, you become judgemental, concluding in your mind the person sporting the tattoo is either loose or a tout. Here, tattoo is as bad as the 666 mark or even worse because the devil has suddenly turned more trustworthy than you. People start to question your intergrity, your intellect, your belief and all that. If your tattoo is the bold type or in a very obvious part of your body like your hands, neck etc and can't be hidden by clothes, you have your work environment streamlined to only certain places that won't mind having a tattooed worker on their payroll. Even then, they watch you with eagle's eyes waiting for you to commit the littlest crime or you become a prime suspect in every crime committed at the office. I can't count how many time I've told I would never get a job if the company about to hire me knew I have a tattoo. In my mind I would go "Really? Not even if whatever I have in my head can turn around for good? Even if my ideas and intellect can set the company at Dangote level?" Talk about discrimination of the highest order and this is even worse and foolish because the so called permanent tattoo is not so permanent, it can be lasered off. People judging and condemning all because of a body art that can be removed; that's like a white man hating on another white man all because he coated his body with a temporary dark paint. Everywhere you turn; even on social media, there is someone pointing and deducing the kind of lifestyle you have based on the tattoo on your body. To them, the girl with the tattoo is promiscous, bitchy, dumb, possible drug addict, alcoholic and has no plans for herself and her future kind of girl. The guy with the tattoo is the bullet popper, always cursing, pants sagging, drug addict, street urchin, alcoholic, no plans to be a better person kind of guy. Even the media, through movies, billboards, music videos, has somehow helped to promote these images about people sporting inked arts on their body. And because of these thoughts or crazy distorted images, we are not "fit" for good jobs, good relationships, good lifestyle; in fact, everything good should be taken from us and it gets me thinking a harmless tattoo makes us the bad guy or deserve the worst when there are people out there with terrible habits and characters. What happened to the rapists, the sociopaths, the ritualists, the woman beaters, the real thieves, the drug addicts? They deserve better than us because their is nothing on their body to show who they are? It's okay to be evil in private and then point fingers at innocent people in public because of body arts? You may think that some people with tattoos are these things, yeah, you're correct and so are people without tattoos too. Tattoos are bad cos the bible condemns it? Yes, very true. The same bible points us that even if our sins are as red as scarlet, God is ready to wash us as white as snow. The same bible pointed out how "all" have sinned and come short of God's glory, not few people, not certain people, not only those who have tattoos but everybody. As far as I know, we all have one really bad attitude that is worse that having the body inked. So, stop with the condemnation already. We may have marred our natural skins with beautiful work of artificial arts but that does not stop us from being good people, devout believers, intelligent, ambituos, creative thinkers and a lot more; there is so much more to us than tattoos. Don't judge us, we are more than who you think we are.... More posts to read on theinkheartblog.com like #ForHer: Best Sex Position For Plus Sized Ladies /p5W3Dn-3bh |
| Health / Drug Resistant Typhoid; A New Epidemic Threat To Africa by TheInkheart(f): 6:35pm On May 12, 2015 |
Typhoid fever, a bacterial infection, is caused by a bacterium called Salmonella typhi. It is a highly contagious disease that can spread throughout the body, affecting many organs.The typhoid is caused by eating or drinking food or water contaminated by the faeces or urine of an infected person. The bacterium is also spread through poor hygiene habits and public sanitation conditions or spread by insects like house fly that feed on faeces of infected people. Typhoid fever is therefore common in countries or places that have poor levels of sanitation or limited access to clean water and over the years, Africa, Central America, Indian subcontinent, South America, South and South East Asia have been the areas with highest rates of typhoid fever. Symptoms in an infected person begin to manifest six to thirty days of exposure to the bacterium and the symptoms may include high fever, weakness, abdominal pain, diarrhea or constipation and internal bleeding. A person infected may also vomit or develop skin rashes with rose coloured spots or confusion in sever cases. Typhoid fever, however, can be easily treated at home with a 7-14 day course of antibiotics if quickly detected. A more serious case require admission into a hospital where infected person will be treated with antibiotic injections. In a situation where the fever is not treated on time, there are serious complications that can damage the body symptoms. The person may bleed internally, have a section of the digestive system or bowel split open causing a widespread infection all over the body system. An untreated infected person also have 25% more chances of dying than a treated a infected person; very terrible complications. Just imagine all the fatal damage untreated typhoid can cause to your body, that is what a drug resistant typhoid fever can do to your body system!!! A new clone of the bacterium; Salmonella typhi called the H58 has click here to read more: Drug Resistant Typhoid; A New Epidemic Threat To Africa /p5W3Dn-3aN |
| Literature / Re: Someone Waiting by TheInkheart(f): 7:54pm On May 10, 2015 |
Holatunde007: Pele... Come and take a big hug |
| Literature / Someone Waiting by TheInkheart(f): 6:28pm On May 10, 2015 |
It was supposed to be the perfect night of my life. I had called you earlier that day to remind you to make reservations at oceanview for our dinner date but you told me you had a better idea. We would go somewhere solemn, somewhere the two of us could talk without being interrupted by the noise made by other customers in the restaurant. You told me you had a surprise for me and because you were just too shy for your own good, you decided your apartment would be great. I argued about how I wanted that night to be really romantic and special. You told me not to worry, that it would be the best night of my life. I teased you about trying to get us to be alone. You just laughed and I knew if I was there, you could have playfully spanked my ass. Your laughter reminded me of the first time we met; that was five years ago and the novelty still had not worn out. As every day passed, I found myself drowning farther into the depth of love and I loved the way I felt. You made me feel like there was no end to what love was. We could lie in each other's arms all day without talking much and still feel like we just had the best conversation. More than often, I would wonder what I did to deserve a man so loving as you. I was so lost in my day dream that I did not hear what you said. You said goodbye with the belief that I picked every word you said. I dropped the call and called my P.A to come into my office through the office's intercom. Within seconds, my docile assistant was in my office. He smiled as he usually did and sat on the chairs. We were very close; he was like the brother I always craved for while growing up. "What's up, doll?", he said playfully toying with a miniature statue of black haired lady with a serious look on her face, holding a pen and a paper in her hands. It was a gift from you. You told me it reminded you of me. You told me the lady looked just as serious as I looked whenever I was busy with work especially when the deadline was near and the fact that I was a writer/chief editor, the pen and the paper was just a plus that really showed the statue was really meant for me. It was not the gift I was expecting on our 3rd year anniversary but it was so thoughtful of you that I forgave you immediately for not buying what I wanted. I slapped his hands off the doll and gave him instructions on what he should do for me. I told him about the change in plans for the night and he gave me a smile that showed he approved of it. I shook my head and placed my laptop in its pouch and packed the essential documents into a folder before dumping them into my hand bag. He hugged me and wished me a wonderful night. He whispered some obscene words in my ears and I gave him a light punch on his shoulders. I smiled as I left the building. Even if my assistant didn't tell me to, I planned to give you the best part of me; that part of me I had reserved for you if we made to the 5th year. I got home and took a luxury bath. I used the bubble gel that you loved so much; the one with rose water and goat milk. You told me it made my skin soft and it smelled heavenly. After the luxury bath, I rubbed sweet smelling oil on my body; I wanted to drive you crazy just with the way I smelled. I was putting on the black leather lingerie complete with garter belts, whips and cuffs when I got a message from you. I rolled my eyes as I read your text. You wanted to me to send the picture of what I was wearing at that moment. I sent a "tongue-out" smiley to you and told you to be patient. You replied with the "sad" and "crying" smiley and I could not help but smile. I thought it wouldn't hurt to send you the glimpse of what you were going to feast on, so I took two sexy pictures; one with the cuff and the other with the whip. I made sure the picture captured everything. You called almost immediately after I sent the picture and was whistling. I laughed and you told me I looked so hot. Not that you had not seen me almost naked before. There was a time we almost did it but you restrained yourself and that even made me love you more. You were short of words, all you did was whistle and I kept on laughing. I told you I would soon be on my way to your apartment and you told me you would join me soon. So I wore a long summer dress over my lingerie and drove the short distance to your apartment. I quickly re-arranged your room, changed your sheets and poured the rose petals I brought with me. I dimmed the light till it gave the effect that I wanted; like the moonlight. It was perfect just as I had imagined my first night would be. I rushed to kitchen and brought out two flutes from the cabinet. I brought out the wine and wrapped it expertly in a silk scarf like my assistant had taught me, then I kept in the bucket of ice. I took it to the room and kept it on the small table beside your bed; your cherished footstool. Satisfied with the work I had done, I put on the i-pod and was glad when the melancholy voice of adele filled the room. You used to tease me about adele all the time. I would feign being hurt and you would explain how I need not listen to songs about heartbreaks when I had a man who wouldn't break my heart. You told me to start listening to happy songs; beautiful love songs from Beyonce. I would roll my eyes at you and increase the volume. It was no news you loved beyonce so much that you wished I would love her that much too. Fact is, it had started growing on me but I would never let you know. I wanted you to love Adele too. I got bored after a while and you told me not to cook, you had something special ordered from my favorite restaurant. I picked my phone and called you but got no response, I imagined you were driving back home already. I removed the summer dress I was putting on and kept it in the wardrobe. Clad in only the leather lingerie, I sat on the bed and waited for my man to come. I would have made the best 5th year anniversary gift. It was the sound of my phone ringing that woke me up. I must have slept off while waiting for you to come. I stood up and picked up the phone. It was you calling me. I pressed the green button and waited for you to say something funny. You were good at playing pranks and I would not give in. The voice I heard wasn't yours. Someone was talking to me but I could not hear a thing. The man was saying nonsense; at least that was I thought. Maybe it was network playing pranks on me. I severed the call and called your number back. It was the same story; I was needed at some private hospital at surulere not so far from his apartment, you were in a coma. I hurriedly wore your jalamia, that one you always leave by the door. I wore bathroom slippers and drove like a mad person to the hospital. I got there and met your sister. She looked at me and started crying. I began screaming and jerking the nurse near me to tell me what was going on. She only told me to be calm, that the best of the doctors were attending to you. I couldn't be calm. I paced the waiting area and refused to be consoled. Your sister tried, she hugged me and told me soothing words but nothing worked. Then your father came in. He was a very busy man but he loved you dearly. He went straight to the doctor, denial etched on his face. The doctor took him by the hand and practically dragged him to his office. If it was another place and time, I would have laughed at the picture it painted in my mind. Some minutes later, your dad came out of the office. He looked twenty year older than his age and his usual strong demeanor had thawed. I rushed to him and he looked at me with pity. It was then I knew you were gone. A lone tear had escaped from their confines and was trickling down your dad's face. The tear rooted my suspicion and I couldn't remember what happened after then. I woke up and found myself in a hospital bed. Your parents were there and your sister too. My parents were outside talking to a doctor. You weren't there with them. I shut my eyes and started crying. Your mom could not stand it, she started crying too. Your sister came to my side and said all kinds of sweet things to calm me down. I did not want to hear those words, I wanted you to come but you never did. You were gone forever. That was two months ago and it still feels like the first day. My mom said the jalamia stinks but I don't care, I'm going to wear it everyday till you come back. She told me to stop wearing the ring too. They found the ring in your car and a journal with the still-life you plastered all over the pages. That was the surprise you had for me, you wanted to propose to me but you never came back to me. You never even claimed that part of me that was to be yours eternally. You promised never to leave me but you left when we were just about to start another journey together. You wrote that in the journal. You wrote that I will never be alone, that you will always be my side everywhere I go and that was the reason you had your pictures all over the pages, so I can stare at you no matter where I am. I don't want the still-life you, I want the real you. I want the five years of my life back, I want my true love back, I want my true happiness back. I'm a living corpse without you, I want you back. I know they think I'm mad but I'm not. I've not even taken off the lingerie. I want you to see me like the picture I sent to you, so I'm here, waiting for you to come and claim what's yours; me. Till you come, I'll never stop talking to the walls. More stories on www.theinkheartblog.com... |
| Family / Note To Self - Finding Fulfillment by TheInkheart(f): 6:09pm On May 10, 2015 |
Dear Child of God, I would not have written you this note if I did not sense your confusion and worries. It's been a very long month for you and things are happening so fast, you're wondering how you go to so lucky. The undeserving love of the Lord is new to you everyday and he keeps blessing you even when sin makes you hide from Him. God is not one to judge you by the things you are doing, He looks beyond your faults and find in you a worthy vessel that deserves all the love in the world. I know you understand these things but it keeps baffling you why God decides to stick with you even it feels like no one is there. God is not man, Alice and His ways can never be understood. It is hard to understand some things that go through your head. Even as you, it is hard to understand who you are how you do certain things. Sometimes I wonder how much dumber you can get and other times I see an intelligent woman with so many wonderful special gifts and potentials. The times you are dumb, I just get so annoyed with and think how easily you chose your trivial emotions over common sense. These actions get you so hurt, I just stick out my tongue and tell you "I told you so". It doesn't help that whenever you are really hurt, you do not cry. You just shove it at one end of your mind and pretend it never happened. I know you are smart but there are times even the smartest person act like the dumbest person. I'm not okay with your dumb choices most times but what is life without lessons and how do you learn if you don't experience firsthand what pain is? Child of God, it is okay to be hurt and cry when you want to cry. Pretending that some things never happened will only defeat the purpose of you being hurt as you will always try not to remember even the lessons you learnt from your mistakes. I know you are trying too hard to stay away from people so you won't be messed with but who says that is the best solution? Who say when you keep people away from you, you won't be hurt? Trust me, there are times strangers will hurt you so badly, you will wonder what you've done to deserve such. You think giving up on people will save you the heartache? It will not. Giving up will only show what a coward you are. I know you are confused how to go about things; you want to be there for people, yet you don't want to be hurt, you want to take chances yet you don't want to fail, you want to love yet you don't want to be heartbroken. You are so scared of failing or falling too hard that you've allowed so many chances to pass you by. Even with God sometimes, I've watched you elude assignments given to you by Him just because you are scared of failing God. It is never too hard to try. Who says in your trying, everything won't work perfectly for you. I know you want fulfilment in every area of your life but you have to be ready to take risks. You are strong, courageous, intelligent and you can do everything and anything you want. God gave you all the potentials because He knows how hard it can be sometimes to press on even when the situation seems hopeless. Remember, the joy of the Lord is your strength and God can never be sad, so you are strong every passing moment. Stop hiding behind "being safe" and do everything you want. Love, live, laugh and be happy. It doesn't even matter if he doesn't meet up the "checklist" you have made up for your magic man, it doesn't matter if the money is not flowing in well for that business, it doesn't even matter if you feel like there is absolutely no sense in your ideas. Make it work with the understanding that someone somewhere will pay handsomely for that idea. Be the best you can be and let "the man" find you and then, understand that there is nothing like magic man. The magic is in every moment you spend with the imperfect man that spells the "real" in real-ationship. For more articles, please visit www.theinkheartblog.com... where we educate you while keeping you entertained... |
| Romance / Re: My Best Five Engagement Proposal Ideas by TheInkheart(f): 12:09am On May 10, 2015 |
peterbello: Lol, maybe picture is not there Cos I like being anonymous *shrugs* .... I will think about putting one up soon... |
| Romance / Re: My Best Five Engagement Proposal Ideas by TheInkheart(f): 12:07am On May 10, 2015 |
peterbello: that means you never knew the person you proposed to.. before any guy should make a move, it should be because he is truly certain that he has found a woman who wants to spend the rest of her life with him. My opinion though 1 Like |
| Family / Re: Sex And Marriage: Why Men Force It And Why Women Refuse It by TheInkheart(f): 8:05pm On May 09, 2015 |
klark3: SMH, I have no words for you sir!! Real men, my foot... Please don't call yourself one because you don't know what it takes to be one. Getting away with things forcefully definitely doesn't make you a man much less a real one. 2 Likes |
| Family / Sex And Marriage: Why Men Force It And Why Women Refuse It by TheInkheart(f): 2:35pm On May 09, 2015 |
I was in church yesterday and we were discussing sex, marriage and divorce. We were so deep into the whole thing because youths love the opportunity to talk about things like that openly whenever the chance is given. One thing led to another and my pastor asked a powerful question that got me thinking. He asked if there was such a thing as rape in marriage. He explained why he asked and after we gave our opinions, he gave some tips why men forcefully have sex with their wives and why women refused sex in the first place. Coupled with some research, i will like to share some of the reasons with you all, hoping to save a marriage or a future marriage. As seen in some of our nollywood movies or books or online materials or in our homes, women give different excuses when the husband is asking for sex. The most common one is "I am tired" or "I have a headache". Some women may pass the message across very politely and some may not be so nice when telling their husbands to back off. These excuses can lead to so many things and one of the things is a man forcefully having sex with his wife which can also be termed as rape. Study has shown that 10-14 percent of every married woman have experienced at least one sexual assault by her husband or ex-husband. Listed below are the reasons why this happen and why women give excuse too: WHY MEN FORCE SEX ON THEIR WIVES #TWISTED RELIGIOUS BELIEFS: To most of the men who rape their wives, it is not a big deal. They see it as a wrong thing to cheat on their wives (which is good) because their belief doesn't support it. Rather than go outside to do it with another woman, they would then force her when she is not the mood. Some Christians see it as a norm because 1 Corinthians 7 vs 4-5 says the wife's body belongs to the husband and the husband's body belongs to the wife. Do not deprive each other except by mutual consent and for a time, so that you may devote yourselves to prayer. Then come together again so that the Satan will not tempt you with your lack of self control. They skipped the 6th verse that says "as a concession and not as a command". Muslims use "If a man calls his wife to bed and she refuses, and then he sleeps angry, the angels shall curse her until he awakens .[an unquestionably authentic hadith, related by both Bukhari and Muslims, as well as numerous others]" as an excuse forcefully have carnal knowledge of their wives, tired or sick. #EGO: men are the head of the home, we all know but some men take it to the head position to another level entirely. They believe only they have the power to say yes and no, they control everything including the woman's mood. A man like that will see no reason not to rape his wife when he so chooses. He goes in whenever he wills without caring if she is happy, sad, Hot or not. #FIGHTING TEMPTATIONS: In an environment where everything is practically on display around him, especially at work. The secretary is wearing skimpy skirt and revealing blouse and she is always bending or walking in front of him, his friends are talking about really sexual things; he is liable to get Hot. When he gets home, he is definitely hoping to get rid of his blue balls. If the wife puts up resistance, he will have to force her especially if he is the faithful type. #BIZARRE FETISH DESIRES: some men get the thrill from raping their wives or girlfriends. It doesn't even matter if the girl is willing or not, if she doesn't struggle or beg, they won't enjoy sex. A man will always force his wife to have sex if he falls into this category. WHY WOMEN REFUSE IT #SHE IS REALLY TIRED: most women do all the works at home. Some go to work, come back home to cook and still help the kids with assignments and all. Even full house wives get tired too. When a woman is really stressed, sex is the last thing on her mind. She may also be tired of your techniques before, during and after sex. If you always put yourself first during sex, she definitely will not enjoy it and it start giving her headache just to think about going through the same boring sex. What was meant to be pleasurable has turned into hard labour. Just picture being sentenced to life imprisonment where you do the same thing every day till you die. #SHE IS NO LONGER ATTRACTED TO YOU: some men stop taking care of themselves once they are married. They have big potbellies, unkempt hair and moustache just because the woman is now theirs. Whatever it was that she found so hot has vanished before her eyes and every time it is time to have sex, she pictures your big stomach pressing her down and suffocating her. She definitely will give you an excuse not to have sex with you. #SHE IS PUNISHING YOU: some women would refuse their husbands sex just because he had earlier refused to give her something she needs or he has done something wrong. She may withhold sex just get away with something she has done or get her way with what she wants. #REVERSED ROLE: when a woman is the breadwinner instead of the husband, she tends to always be on her toes about how to make provision for the house and sex is usually the last thing on her mind. She is not proud, she is just preoccupied with making everyone comfortable and happy even for the man. For more articles, please visit www.theinkheartblog.com... 2 Likes 1 Share |
| Romance / Re: My Best Five Engagement Proposal Ideas by TheInkheart(f): 10:55am On May 09, 2015 |
NinoBrown888: very romantic too... I love, love the beach scenario too o or are you my future husband? Oh, how God reveals things... Lool.. 3 Likes |
| Romance / Re: My Best Five Engagement Proposal Ideas by TheInkheart(f): 10:53am On May 09, 2015 |
toyeoye: errm, you can bring one of those ideas to the bedroom.. or from diary of a mad black woman, while she is sleeping, slip the ring on her finger. she will wake up to see it. that's inexpensive and romantic too... 3 Likes 1 Share |
| Romance / Re: My Best Five Engagement Proposal Ideas by TheInkheart(f): 10:51am On May 09, 2015 |
wachakuta: Lool, this got me laughing 3 Likes |
| Romance / My Best Five Engagement Proposal Ideas by TheInkheart(f): 10:02am On May 09, 2015 |
There is something every girl looks forward to apart from her wedding ceremony and that is her proposal, the time the guy will show up with the ring and pop the question. Thanks to the many Hollywood movies, girls don't want the traditional and boring way of proposing to the girl; you know where your mother will be his mouthpiece and will have to inquire if you will marry him on his behalf, lobatan, you are engaged. Every girl wants the fairy-tale kind of proposal that will have tongues wagging and skins turning green with envy for a long time and then have it featured on weddingdgest, bellanaija and co. I, for one will want the modern and more romantic form of proposal because it shows the extent at which a guy will/can go to just to convince you he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. These modern ways of proposing are very good but if care is not taken, it can turn out cheesy, boring and you may end up looking as if you are trying too hard to please. Because I am a die-hard romantic, I have put together my top 5 proposal ideas. Some of them are somehow expensive but for a girl you love and wants to settle down with, no amount of cash is too much to show her you want her and only her. Note that you have to really put into consideration what your girl loves to do or enjoys the most when planning the proposal. 1. The Traditional Way With A Modern Twist: if she's the mummy/daddy's angel kind of girl or she values family time a lot, she will really love this. Plan a little family get together but inform the parents of your intention to marry their child. At the family dinner, let the father make a little speech about both of you. While he's at it, her sister or brother (it will be so much sweeter if the sibling is still young like 3-8. If she doesn't have, you can always use her favourite cousin, niece or nephew) will come in with the wedding ring and your own younger sibling it cousin or nephew almost the same age will come in with a placard that has something really cute written on it. You can use the regular "Will you marry me?" or use something else like "we want you to be a part of our family, please marry my brother/uncle". 2. The Dinner At Sunset: I love watching the sun set. There is something beautiful about it that just makes it so romantic. If you can get a building with an open rooftop, it will even be more beautiful. Get the rooftop set for a romantic dinner for two. You can hire a wonderful chef to cook her some of her best dishes but if you are a good cook, it will be awesome to do the cooking yourself. If you can afford it, get an artist (you don't have to go as far as hiring Davido them but someone who can sing beautifully from your church choir will do so as to save you money) who can play the guitar. If you can't, your iPod+speakers will do the trick. As she sits down, the musician starts to sing her favourite love song (if you both have a special song, this will be perfect) or play the music and then you go on your knee. This is simple and also very romantic. I like this because it's just both of you enjoying the special moment. You can do it your own style. This proposal is very very versatile 3. The Beach Affair: this is my second favourite proposal idea. I often daydream about being proposed to this way. You can take her to a private resort for the weekend or just a normal day out at the beach or get her friends into tricking her to come; it all depends on how you want it done. Early in the morning or in the evening is the best time for this as the weather is cool and calm. You can just write the will you marry on the floor and kneel down beside it but this is how I love the beach kind of proposal. If you've brought her to the beach on a weekend cruise, buy her a lovely dress (the kind that suits the environment), put a note beside it telling her to wear the dress and meet you where you are going to pop the question. Hire a musical band to spice things up if you can afford it. As she gets close to you, recite a beautiful poem for her. You may have friends and sisters over if you like. When you are done with the poem, go on your knees and pop the question. You can use sea shells to write it on the floor. 4. The Loud And Expensive: if you have the money, this is a super romantic way to propose to your bae. You can do it at a musical concert where you pay for the organisers give you the chance to ask her to be your wife in front of thousands of people. You can do a billboard proposal. Just get her to go out with you, form minor problem and while you are trying to find a solution, your pictures starts showing on the billboard and then you look to him only to find him on his knee. You can also do it at the cinema. Take her to see a movie except she won't be seeing a movie, she will be seeing your pictures and the big question on the screen. You can even go church with it. Propose to her in church on the altar (I have never seen that but I think it will really be cool). 5. This 5th one, I can't even think of a perfect subtitle. It is my favourite kind of proposal because it is just what I love. It reaches deep within your soul and it's just so magical. Singing to me is one of my weaknesses. When the right person sings for me, I just practically melt (I hope future boo is noting this). I just want to wake up one glorious morning, to find rose petals on the floor. Then, I will trail the petals only to lead me to where he is. He will be sitting on a chair looking all handsome and regal. He will call me to him and I will sit on his laps. Then he will sing to me. As he sings, he will slip the ring on my finger. Sigh, I too like to dey imagine. Petals, candles and music is just the perfect touch to any proposal. Another one like it is coming home from a hectic day at work and as you enter, you find different notes with sweet words on them. As you get to the bedroom, you meet rose petals, wine, chocolates and another note telling you that a bath has been prepared for you. You see more petals on your way till you get to the bathroom and sweet smelling candles lit around the bath. And as you are soaking and enjoying the awesome bath, he comes in singing to you. And then just when you think that's all, he goes on his knees to propose to you. And those are my best 5 proposal ideas. Please use the comment box to pick your choice and drop your own favourite proposal idea. Who knows, someone may just need that idea to propose to his woman. Dako Alice Temitope (The Inkheart) For more articles, please visit www.theinkheartblog.com... 33 Likes 7 Shares |
| Fashion / Decietful Makeup On Social Media by TheInkheart(f): 4:07pm On May 08, 2015 |
Gone are the days when walking about with shabbily done makeup was allowed but thanks to various professional makeup artists releasing video tutorials daily on basic steps of how to do the proper makeup; from the eyebrow to applying foundation to wearing your lipsticks perfectly, you can have a perfect facebeat done by yourself in the comfort of your home and as we all the know, the advantages of having a properly done makeup can never be over emphasized. A good makeover enhances the beauty and not the other way round. It makes the face appear younger, fresher, slimmer; simply more chic. Well applied makeup makes one look more beautiful; I will like to think it brings out the more feminine side of a lady, making them even more attractive. Not that the natural face is ugly or makes a woman socially unacceptable; there are still tons of women who don't know how to use a makeup kit and would rather not, makeup intensifies the natural beauty of a woman. It helps to cover the facial blemishes like pimples, blackheads, injuries, scars and so on. With the right concealer, foundation and all, you can even cover up very deep tribal marks. One professional MUA defined makeup as the cheaper way of making your face look better without resulting to a plastic surgery, it may be temporary but works like "magic" Click here to read more: Deceitful Makeup On Social Media /p5W3Dn-38V |
| Business / Eco Bank; The Height Of Fuckery by TheInkheart(f): 8:51am On May 08, 2015 |
Eco Bank has to be the most bleeped up bank in the country at the moment or since inception. I have never gone into the bank and left with a smile; I always walk out even more pissed and sad than I had entered. It is either there is only one cashier to answer to so many customers withdrawing and depositing or there is network issue. It is as if everyday, the bank is the only one bombarded with all sorts of problem related to banking. I can't recollect anytime I had ever been impressed with their services; customer service is nothing to write home about, the workers are just as terrible as their services. Slander or whatever you think this may be, I don't care. I'm so beyond frustration that I don't care about what this may cause. I walked into Eco bank some days back to withdraw some money and request for a new ATM card as my old one has expired. The withdrawal went almost smoothly because the cashier decided not to be so partial and attend to people as they come; there was no queue but it was orderly but the customer service babe did the pissing of. When I went to her to ask for a new ATM card, she told me to go to the branch I opened my account with to pick up a new card, that it is waiting for me (which I know is a big fat lie as they had said something like that to my sister around February and got to Sagamu only for her to be asked to fill a form requesting for the renewal of the card). I asked her if I can request for another with the stolen card format, she said no, I have to go to my branch. When I asked if there was a way to get the card transferred from Sagamu in Ogun State (where I opened the account) to Seme branch, she said I have to go write a letter requesting for a transfer to Seme branch by myself; how I am supposed to do that, this girl did not say and because I was too angry and was already causing a scene, I walked out of the bank hoping to come back later and be given a more reasonable solution to the problem only to be disappointed again. I went to the bank as early as 8 today just to do everything I want to do on time and get back to bene for class on time too. I went to the second Eco bank's branch at Seme to lodge my complains; maybe they would be nicer but nope, they were even worse. The first customer service dude did not reply my greetings and did not even wait for me to talk before he referred me to the girl sitting beside him. I went to meet her with my sunniest smile but that obviously did not work as the babe looked at me with angry eyes and asked "what can I do for you" as if I was an unwanted guest. I maintained my smile and told her I needed a new ATM card. She did not ask what happened to the old one, she just shouted "unavailable at the moment". I was shocked and could not even say another word. I walked of the bank too sad. I decided to go to the branch I went days back (still at Seme and at a walkable distance too) to request for alert services and online banking services. When I got to the bank, the security guard was almost harassing me and I rudely told him to leave me alone cos I was too angry to be playing early in the morning. I entered the bank with a scowl on my face that I was not ready to replace with a forced smile. When I got to the customer service desk, I managed a good morning and told her what I came for and to my surprise, I got the same "go to the branch you opened account with or write a letter". I was dumbfounded. Alert? Go to the branch I opened my account with? The first thing that popped into my head was that she obviously did not hear what I asked her about. I repeated the question, she said the same thing and added that after sending the letter, I would bring in my international passport or driver's license or a valid ID card. In my mind, I went "Ah, all these things to receive alert on my phone? Something that is not free? Something they will charge me for?". I could not believe it. I was so angry that I blurted out "so, why is there a branch of Eco bank in Seme if I have to travel all the way down to Sagamu to always get everything done". I asked to see the manager or someone that can help with the issue without having to travel down to request for ordinary alert services, something that used to be as simple as filling a form and voila, notifications on your phone immediately. Of course, the girl did not take it well as she almost told me to get out. Babe did not even look at me, she just looked at me like an irritating child and continued to type on her system. I was angry and said a lot of things to the babe before leaving the bank; things I am not sorry to say. This is a bank that would deduct your money and won't even tell you what for. I have had 1500 removed from my account and when I asked what for, they could not give me a tangible explanation. This is also a bank that will treat you as if they are doing you a favour by banking with them. They have no respect for customers and our rights. To use ATM sef, na trouble. One time on a Saturday, I went to withdraw money and the guard told me there was no light and if I want him to put the gen to power the ATM, I should pay him 500 Naira. 500 Naira to use the ATM of my own bank? I was speechless but because I needed the money urgently, I begged and begged the guy to help me with a Gen that should be fueled to satisfy a customer's need. The guy refused and said I have to "pour water on the floor to touch cool ground". I had to leave because the I had no money on me. Thanks to First Bank, I got the money I needed and that got me wondering why I saved my money in the first place if I can't get it when I really need it, after all, the purpose of saving is to have something to fall back on dry days. Maybe it is the workers that are not so experienced or knowledgeable enough or it the bank administrators that keep hiring people that are not qualified to work in a banking hall, I don't even know. I'm so ashamed of Eco bank. When oceanic had not merged with self acclaimed Pan-African bank, I know how much I enjoyed the services. From the security guards to the cashier to everyone else in the bank, the customer services were top notch. I had no reason to nag about the terrible attitude of the people watching over my money. They were so nice and I had friends in almost all the branches I frequently visit but that is not for Eco bank; bunch of mean, inexperienced people that have "larger than life" attitude. Please, feel free to say I'm generalizing; I am because all the branches I have visited are as bleeped as the Seme branch. In my opinion (which I know is very well welcomed even though it was not asked for), Eco bank needs to work on rebranding and repackaging; give us (the customers) more than enough reasons to love and stay loyal to you. I am tired (and I know so many people who are equally tired) of their shitty services. Quit the below half baked services and give us something that will make us proud of banking with a "true Pan-African Bank" www.theinkheartblog.com |
| Literature / Lost by TheInkheart(f): 9:01pm On Apr 30, 2015 |
She looked at the plate of eba in front of her and sighed heavily. The eba had gone cold from neglect and the vegetable soup beside it had lost its appeal. Even the diced meat, shredded fish and ponmo in the soup looked unappealing to her. She sighed again as she took the plate out to the kitchen; she would leave it there and hoped someone would eat the food before her mother came back. She did not want to interrogated again about why she rarely ate and talked to people anymore. The last "interview session" she had with her mom had not gone so well. There had been a lot of shouting, crying and she felt really bad seeing her mother in that state but it was better to keep her battles to herself and hope God would hear her prayers and shower her with mercy and solution. The thought about God made her sigh even more heavily. She was not even sure God paid attention to hwr anymore. Sometimes, she felt a very deep hollow in her chest waitimg to be filled by something eternal and peaceful. She was burdened, her heart click here to read more: Lost /s5W3Dn-12172 |
| Family / Reasons Why You Should Not Get Married To A Nigerian Man by TheInkheart(f): 6:42pm On Apr 30, 2015 |
Reasons Why You Should Not Get Married To A Nigerian Man It is no doubt that Nigerian men make wonderful lovers; they are sweet, kind, thoughtful, maybe not very romantic but romantic still and good in bed too. It is also no doubt that these men are very rare to come by in Nigeria. Maybe by default or societal conditioning, most Nigerian men are so not it; they are egoistic, chauvinistic and make terrible husband materials. You wonder why I think Nigerian men; at least most of them, won't make good husbands, read the reasons listed below: -They Are Chauvinists: pardon the strong word "chauvinists" but Nigerian men prefer to stick to their bias opinion about women and their responsibilities in the home. The take the "head" duty way too serious and often push the women aside expecting them to follow their will and do as they say. If you marry a Nigerian man, you will probably end up as the less important voice in the home or wherever the man rather than as a partner you are to him. - They Are Polygamous In Nature: In Nigeria, some men believe men are entitled to as many women as they can handle and so, they are free to marry more than one wife or have affairs with other women. With a Nigerian man, it is never certain that you will be the only woman in his life. To save yourself the heartbreaks of discovering condoms and hotel receipts in his pocket or worse, finding out he has secret children, please do not marry a Nigerian man. - They Are Not Romantic: you want flowers, a guy to follow you to the salon, exotic lunches, dinners, vacations, chocolates and breakfast in bed? Then, a Nigerian man is not the man you should marry. They often consider these things as cheesy and unneccesary. Maybe they will try on your birthdays and valentine's day (that's if they don't come up with excuses to forget). The most romantic thing some Nigerian men will ever get for you is packs of food from an eatery or drinks and few back/foot rubs just right before sex. - You Will Be A Nanny To A Grown Man: if God blesses you with a Nigerian man and a somehow scattered one, you are in soup. You've just graduated to being a nanny to a full grown man. You will pick his socks, shirts and what not after him when he gets back from work, even flush the toilet when he's done. Be ready to face a sulking man if the food is not ready on time or you try to get him to do something for you when his favourite game or tv show is on. You will have to pet and stroke his ego almost all the time to make him happy. - They Have The Wife Beating Syndrome: either by societal conditioning or home training, some Nigerian men believe it is very normal to hit a woman; that is the only way to put them back on track when they are wrong. It is no secret that some Nigerian men will beat their wives and feel no regret about it; it is somehow the woman's fault the man is so angry to the extent he has to hit her. If you're not ready to lose your fine skin to the itchy palms of a man, please steer clear of Nigerian men. Nigerian men are also good liars. They smoke and drink heavily and blame it on the society's deteriorating condition; they have to "keep body and soul together". Many Nigerian men have money problem; it is either they are misers or heavy spenders. Some prefer to show off the wealth they do not possess by living way beyond their standards. And the most annoying part is that many Nigerian men are Mr nice guy in public and Mr stingy in their homes which you will agree is not a very attractive trait especially in someone you want to spend the rest of your life with. I know by now, some guys are already hissing and cursing me probably but it is undeniable that many Nigerian guys have terrible attitudes that make them really undesirable husband materials. I mean, it is tough enough we have to cope with the many issues in the country, men problems should not be added to our weighty wahala. We deserve men who understand us (at least to a reasonable extent), shower us with the affection we need, pamper us and make us feel very special and loved but how many Nigerian men can beat their chests that they can be the man of our dreams or at least, part of the dreams?!! more articles n www.theinkheartblog.com and www.360nobs.com/author/alice-temitope-dako/ 105 Likes 17 Shares |
| Romance / Things Couples Do That Irritate Single People by TheInkheart(f): 1:44pm On Apr 27, 2015 |
Before I start, I will like to say that whatever I'm going to write may sound a little like bad belleism but hey, you will also agree with me that these couple behaviours are very very irritating: - Getting All Mushy In Public: nobody is trying to tell you to not look into each other's eyes or hold hands or kiss in public but please, keep it down, people are watching. You don't need to swallow each others tongues and smooch in public, save all that for your private rendezvous; we don't need to be a spectator to something that should be between you guys alone. - Calling Each Other Pet Names In Public: this is just as irritating as the excessive public display of affection. We can deal with the regular "baby", "sweetheart", "darling" and even "bae" but don't go overboard with private pet names that gets us wondering what the meaning is and how the name came about. - Laughing at private jokes: what are you trying to do? Make me feel bad that there's nobody in my life to share secret jokes with? Don't tell private jokes in public and laugh at it all by yourself, it makes us look clueless or dumb for not grasping the joke. - Playing Matchmaker: I'm single, I know but must you rub it in by making me feel like I can't get a man on my own? Stop it, mbok. Don't hook me up with all your friends. I may not be happy single but I'm not hopeless, I can get a man on my own; maybe just later than you hoped. - Faking Being Happy: your real life relationship is so sad and you're not happy with your man yet your facebook wall and instagram page is telling another story of a happy girl who is head over heels in love. Who are you kidding? Lol. We all know the #YingToMyYang #LifePartner #Best Friends hashtags are as fake as your relationship, so drop the act already. - No More Hanging Out: it is really annoying when you can't hang out with your friend as you used to just because they found someone and when you get to hang out, they are buried deep in their phones "keeping the boo" posted on things happening around. Can't we just have a regular outing where we don't have to feel like the boo is hiding somewhere ready to pop out any minute? Come on, it is very uncomfortable for us to deal with. - Playing The Relationship Expert: it is annoying when your friend suddenly starts dishing out unsolicited relationship advice especially on how to get and keep a man as if there's something you are doing wrong that's keeping you single. Come on, you used to be like me, remember. Cut me slack and stop with the advice. It is as irritating as getting non stop calls from a marketer advertising romantic getaway for two, I don't need it. - When The Buddy Turns To A Stranger: I know it is cool to want to please your man and be the best woman for him but do you totally have to give up your own self just to be accepted by him. It is totally annoying when your friend stops doing something she really loves just to please her man. Come on, be a better you but not a stranger to your own self. - When I/My Becomes We/Our: I know you're in a relationship and you're excited too, we don't need the constant reminder by replacing every I statement with we "We love french fries" "Our favourite author". It is really annoying. We are happy you found the love of your life but we don't want you to rub you happiness in our faces, so keep the "we statements" to the barest minimum. You can also stop trying to finish each other statements or gushing about your partner every chance you get; which is basically all the time. Stop posting all your cheesy pictures online; he is romantic, awww very sweet, but some things are best kept private. I know you may think these things are cute and sweet, yes, they actually are but when you do it all the time, it becomes annoyingly unbearable. We don't need to be reminded of how boring and loney the singledom can sometimes be. Dako Alice Temitope @theinkheartblog other posts you may enjoy reading like Inkspression: Excessive PDAs?! Too Disgusting To Be Romantic /p5W3Dn-39L are just a click away.. Visit www.theinkheartblog.com where we keep you entertained while educating you.... |
| Literature / Re: Thirty Days To 30 - Prologue by TheInkheart(f): 9:09am On Apr 26, 2015 |
mzpetite: okay... I will make corrections in next posts... |
| Literature / Re: Thirty Days To 30 - Prologue by TheInkheart(f): 9:09am On Apr 26, 2015 |
Divepen1: thanks... corrections duly noted |
| Literature / Re: Thirty Days To 30 - Prologue by TheInkheart(f): 10:23pm On Apr 24, 2015 |
marchzoner: thank you *smiles* |
| Literature / Thirty Days To 30 - Prologue by TheInkheart(f): 8:21pm On Apr 24, 2015 |
"Omolabake, sanu mi now. I'm not getting any younger. Do you know how those foolish women sneer at me when they come to the shop, ehn? They will be smiling and be saying nonsense at my back. It is not kuku their fault" "Maami, please leave those people and what they say. They will soon keep quiet, it is normal for them to talk" "Maybe it is normal for them to talk but it is not normal that my only child refused to get married. Ko normal kan kan. Look at you, almost 30 and no boyfriend. Come o, abi you don't like men? Abi it is women you like, like all these rotten oyinbo people ehn? "Maami, I don't like women and there's nothing wrong with me not having a boyfriend. This is the jet age where women are being recognized for a lot more than their marital status. I don't have to be married to...." "Ma gbo rubbish ti n Labake n so, ehn. See the nonsense you are saying. When I was your age, I was already taking you to nursery school and you're saying nonsense. You think money is everything? O fe do'ju ti mi, abi? You want people to start laughing at me, ehn?" "Maami, nobody will laugh at you jare. Stop blowing things out of proportion. There are so many people that are not married that are doing so well. Maybe I am not destined to settle down with any man" "Ehn? Hear the rubbish that is coming out of your mouth. I reject it in Jesus' name. Omolabake, Aderiyike, Morenikeji, sanu mi. I want to see you married, I want to carry my grandchildren before I go and join your father in heaven. And you know the doctor said that I don't have much time. How will I even have much time when I can't stop being worried about your husbandless situation? How? Everyday, that's all I think about. Maybe we should visit Pastor Derinsola for prayers o because this one is not normal. "Maami, no need to involve the pastor, I can find a man on my own. I promise to get a husband soon. E ma worry" "Me, I'm very worried. Better look for husband o. In a month's time now, you will be clocking 30. Do you know how hard it will be to find a man once you're 30?" "So, I should go and look for who to marry before I turn 30 in 30 days? Is that what you're saying?" "Yes, Omolabake, yes... Find a man before you clock 30 or I will find a man for you myself. I will put up your name in newspapers, magazines and on TV sef." "Haba, Maami, ki lo le to iyen ke? On top this marriage issue? "You think I'm joking abi? You think this is a laughing matter abi? Labake, don't call me until you have found a man to marry. Until you do the right thing, don't call me o. O dabo" Labake had barely registered it in get head that her mother was very serious about what she was saying when her phone started ringing again. It was her baby cousin. "Big sis, how far now? Are you at home? "Nope, I'm not at home. Went for this seminar at Abeokuta. What's up? "Nothing o. I was thinking of coming to your place so you can cook that sweet chicken sauce and potato chips for me and talk" "Talk? Oya talk to me on the phone now. Should I call you back?" "No jor, I have plenty credit. Besides it is not a phone issue. When are you coming back?" "I can't say. I may be heading to Osun state from here" "Hmm, big sis, you work too much o." "Is there anything like work too much? I have to hustle o" "Ah, there is something like too much work o, when it is in the way of your social life. Wo, I want to eat engagement rice o" "Solape, go and eat na. Shebi there are weddings everyday" "I want to eat yours and big mommy too. She is not happy at all. She called me minutes ago and was really crying. She sounded so heartbroken. If you don't want to marry, do it for her. She is not happy with you at all. Labake's heart sank. She pretended as if the network had gone bad and dropped the call, immediately switching her phone off. Where did her mother expect her to find a man that will propose to her in 30 days? How will that even happen? She dropped her head in her palms as ridiculous ideas popped in her head; kidnap him off the street, use jazz to hold him down. She could not even laugh, she just shook head, wishing she was not saddled with the weight her mother had suddenly put on her shoulders. Dako Alice Temitope www.theinkheartblog.com... |
| Literature / The Horror - A Story Dedicated To The 200+ Missing Chibok Girls by TheInkheart(f): 12:30pm On Apr 14, 2015 |
The horror never stops and I'm not sure it ever will. I look around me and all I can see is the horrifying truth of what the rest of my life will be like. I know they say when there is hope, there is life but at the moment, I prefer death to this sad life I'm forced to live. I can't even imagine what mama will be going through at home but I'm glad she doesn't have to see me this way. It is selfish to say but I never want to return to her, ever. I doubt if I'll ever be normal again. If I would be able to leave the confines of my room without the fear of what might happen to me out there. I'm not even sure I would be able to look at my father and brothers without screaming or cringing. I am terrified that I may wake up one night and stab them all to death without flinching. I'm terrified of the animal they have turned me into in just two weeks, I'm terrified of myself. I'm terrified because despite everything that is going on around me, there is no tear for me to shed. Although at first, I had cried till my eyes were red and swollen shut. I cried for myself, I cried for mama, I cried for papa, I cried for my siblings, I cried for others who had been lucky to escape this horror when they died, I cried for the unlucky ones like me tied to the trees waiting for them to decide our fate. I cried when the first girl was taken and raped right in front of us. So many of the soldiers took turn in raping her till she passed out. I cried when I was called with two other girls to carry the body out and dump it in a dark room that smelled worse than the unwashed bodies of our abductors. The tears flowed freely when one of the girls resisted being raped and was slaughtered right in front of us. Her head was cut off from her body and the blood kept sprouting from her neck. They did not even tell us to bury the body; they set it right in front of us a reminder of what can happen if we try to resist them or run away. Even when I had witnessed the rape of so many girls, I could not stop crying when the large manhood of a soldier ripped my hymen and many other took their turns on me. The tears would not stop then but it has stopped now. The fear has been replaced with a murderous hatred for everything that looks like a man and that is why mama must not see her precious daughter this way. The eyes that was once filled with life and happiness is filled with hatred. It will hurt mama that the heart once capable of love is now cold and has plotted the death of these creatures. The once long and soft hair you loved plaiting has been shaved off, mama. Everywhere I turn in this forest, all I see and smell is death and horror. It drives me crazy, that this may be my fate till they finally get tired of us all, kill us and then abduct new girls. Now, I can feel the tears. Tears for innocent lives walking out there with their fates unknown to them Written for the 200+ abducted girls and the victims of Boko Haram. I have deep pain in my heart and I know only God can help us. Written about a year ago on www.theinkheartblog.com.... 1 Like 1 Share |
| Literature / Re: The Wrong Kind Of Love by TheInkheart(f): 10:17pm On Apr 13, 2015 |
| Literature / Re: The Wrong Kind Of Love by TheInkheart(f): 5:08pm On Apr 13, 2015 |
boladegreat: Yes ma... More to come... |
| Literature / The Wrong Kind Of Love by TheInkheart(f): 2:29pm On Apr 13, 2015 |
Hands caressed everywhere on her body as his lips sought hers in a very deep passionate kiss, sending delicious thrills down her spine. He one of her breasts with one hand while the other removed the pins that held her hair in place. He stopped kissing her and pulled her face back for a while to watch brownish mane cascade down her shoulders; she looked so beautiful, almost too beautiful. He wanted to stare for a while but she started doing deliciously wicked things that made it almost too difficult to breathe. She would bite him so softly and then place tiny kisses around the area she bit. She started from his ears, his nose, mouth and before he knew it she had gone from his chest towards his navel. He wanted to scream for her to stop, at the same time wanted her to continue. The soft bites, her tongue, her lips were driving him so crazy, he just laid on the bed purring like an overfed cat. She began to trail her fingers down his sides while she continued her mouth ritual and that even drove him crazier. She moved down the lower part of his body, blowing tiny kisses as she went. He was in highest of clouds, anticipating more pleasure to come but the plop on the bed made him open his eyes. "Babes, why are you stopping?", he could barely get the words out without stuttering. She played deaf and walked to a fridge near the bed to retrieve the bottle of vodka she had kept there earlier, removed a pack of cigarette from her bag and walked back to the bed. Ignoring him totally, she lit the cigarette and opened the chilled bottle of spirit. She was not in the mood to answer his questions; she was afraid to. How could she tell him she was leaving him? It was going to break his heart to tell him she was going away for good. Would he even understand the need for both of them to stop seeing each other? She took a long drag on her cigarette, allowed it to sit in her mouth for a while and then exhaled. "Come on, what is going on na? Why did you stop na?", he gave her his best "I need you badly" look and made an attempt to take the bottle and cigarette out of her hands but she would not budge. When he saw the look was not working, he started kissing and biting her earlobe. An almost silent moan escaped her lips and he saw that as an encouragement to go further. As he trailed wet and hot tongue down her neck, she closed her eyes and moaned even loudly. She wanted him so badly, she wanted to push him down the bed and climb on him. She wanted to kiss him everywhere, show him how crazy he drove her but she did not do that, she could not. Why torture him further when she knew what was going to happen afterwards. "Crap", she thought as weak hands pushed him off her. "What is wrong with you na? Since you got here, you've been acting all funny, coming on to me and then pushing me off. What is in the world is going on?", he shouted more than he wanted to but he was getting irritated and junior was getting really impatient to be sated. He watched arms akimbo while she guzzled liquor and took a long drag on her cigarette with shaky hands. He knew she was nervous but he hated suspense and she was being so dramatic, the suspense felt intensified. "Ade and I are moving back to the states." "The states? With him? I thought you were going to divorce him?" "Oh dear", she moved towards him to touch his face but he moved away from her. "You told me you were going to leave your husband so we can finally be together. Why are you running to the states with him? Such cruel and heartless beast? I thought you wanted better, I thought you wanted love and affection and all that" "Oh, yeah, I want all that but Ade..." "Ade what? You want to go off with a man that treats you like crap? That doesn't appreciate you? I love you, I am ready to give you all your husband is not giving you, you know that. I will go miles for you" "See, I know you love me but Ade is my husband. He may not love me or respect me as I want him too but I love him" "You what? Repeat that again" "I love my husband. He may be terrible sometimes but I love him. I love him enough to travel back to the states with him to make things work. Besides, I have my kids to think about. He provides for them and gives them the best. He is a good father" "I told you I can take care of you and your kids. I love you enough to go more than extra miles from you" "Oh honey, you don't have enough to give to my kids. They don't want a boy who still has wallpapers of his star crush hanging everywhere in his room or a boy who still sag his pants and who thinks lil wayne is good enough to be his fashion icon. You are great but they need more, stability, good flow of cash and a good father figure. What we had was good but it's not enough to start a life. I love my husband a lot and I can never substitute him with you. What I have with you can be gotten with any willing young boy. Good bye, Drew. Don't bother looking for me or try to contact. I will wire enough money to your contact to buy your silence and if you dare try to blackmail me, I will make sure you pay dearly. "I don't need your money, you bitch. Just get out of my house" "You do, people like you always do", she laughed sarcastically as she began dressing up. When she was done, she dropped the spare key he had given her on the fridge and went to kiss him but he pushed her lips away. Chuckling, she walked out of his apartment while he sat perplexed on his bed with half an erection wondering what just happened. As if on cue, his phone rang and Rihanna's Cry filled the room, singing out loudly the words that burnt in his heart but unlike Rihanna, he cried; like an ailing child.... |
| Culture / Re: Badagry; A Land Gradually Losing Its Historical Essence by TheInkheart(f): 9:21am On Apr 13, 2015 |
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| Culture / Badagry; A Land Gradually Losing Its Historical Essence by TheInkheart(f): 1:26am On Apr 13, 2015 |
I'm a big fan of African history especially Nigeria's. I love to read about it, hear about it and visit those historical sites whenever I have the chance to. These wonderful stories about my ancestors always want me to hold on to my identity as an African lady and not lose it in the name of "trend". It is always an exciting experience for me when I discover something new about the historical background of the giant of Africa; Nigeria and so you can imagine my joy when bae decided to take me to Badagry to visit the slave relics museum, the slave cells and the point of no return. I was so excited about my visit that I woke up too early, made sure he was awake too and dragged him out before noon (as we had initially planned to go in the afternoon). All through the night, I had refreshed my imaginations of what the place would be like; big, old and still filled with the pains and misery of the slaves captured. I painted a picture so grand in my head that when got to the slave relics museum, I was arguing with bae that we were in the wrong place.The museum is a very small building painted reddish brown or something like that and apart from few badly inscribed words on some parts of the wall and the entrance, you would not know the building holds a major part of African history. After doing the necessary things, the museum door was opened for us and boy, was I disappointed; it was even smaller than I imagined. Were there really relics? Not really. Apart from the heavy chains, mouth padlocks, cannon guns, cowries (very unique ones), the slaves' drinking bowl (that got me shivering in the hot room), there was really nothing to see. Although the guide made us feel there were really more to the museum as he shared really Click here to read more http://www.theinkheartblog.com/badagry-a-land-gradually-losing-its-historical-essence |
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