tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85144016201284701672024-03-19T04:31:48.469+01:00CONFESSIONS OF A NIGERIAN TAILORP. S. I made that. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16732782883064500540noreply@blogger.comBlogger105125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514401620128470167.post-58133627111704857142019-01-05T19:46:00.001+01:002019-01-05T19:46:41.054+01:00Happy new things!<p dir="ltr">Guess who is back again! (its olu maintain) just kidding its BOYODE Fisayomi but you can call me fish. It's been a couple of years since I was last active here, but its definitely good to be back. <br>
It's still kind of a surprise to me that people still read this blog , mainly because people no longer read, I think its convenient to just slide through pictures or watch videos. I find videos very captivating and I am a big fan of Instagram<br>
A lot had definitely changed since I was last here. I will go over everything that has happened this past year or years in a series of post as time goes on.<br>
Its very good to be here again. it felt so good to finally write this down. Till next time love and light .</p>
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I know am not as regular as I planned to be but have been very busy making cloth for clients and myself, I have a lot of work to do because of the Christmas break. I haven't really had time for myself or the blog. I will update the jumpsuit tutorial as soon as I get enough time to write some explanations. In the meantime, I will give a break down of the fun part of my weekend.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thursday... My boss's bridal shower</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mary, itunu and I... We all trained with the same boss but I was meeting Itunu for the first time that day... It was super nice meeting her because she is full of life and very friendly </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After pulling an all nighter to finish the bridal party's outfit.. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Everyone here is a tailor and we all trained under the same person </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My reception or is it church wedding dress, it was comfortable and I also caught the bouquet </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My lovely boss, I was only able to get a picture of the engagement, isn't she lovely? </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sunday outfit.... All out fit worn by me were made by me. </td></tr>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16732782883064500540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514401620128470167.post-1434115100925375672017-11-28T20:30:00.001+01:002017-11-28T20:30:57.476+01:00A very poor attempt at an introduction <p dir="ltr">So this is like my 100th attempt at starting this blog again... And this might be the first attempt am actually brave enough to post. So here is what I will do, I will leave this post as it was typed, no editing or rereads. <br>
After the long sabbatical from blogging, I like to think am ready to start again, so this time am not just going to go on rambling, I have decided to start a DIY series on sewing, how to make some easy things to decorate or add spice to a space, jewelry, slipper. <br>
I have learnt a lot of things from the internet and I want to give back... So I will be putting up DIY tutorial video on YouTube and pictorial here. I will do market survey on fabrics, and other products that will be used to so you will know the price of this thing on the local market(that is if you live in Nigeria). That will be all for now. Bye<br><br></p>
<p dir="ltr"> How first tutorial will be on (how to make a pallazo pant jumpsuit)</p>
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It seem like my birthday this year is going to be one of the worse birthdays in the history of birthdays ....things did not work out as I expected them to(coming from someone whose idea of celebration birthday is disappearing throughout the day and getting back when no one is around, this years seems like its a predicted end of the world .... I hope things look up by monday# I need money.<br />
<a name='more'></a> This year is supposed to be the year everything gets better right? I want to live not just exist, I want to die knowing no matter how long or short my like had been , I was here, I did something, I was somebody, I stood for something. You see this past year has been about keeping scores, holding grudges .... Now I don't know if anything would change , I hope it will . for now I would hold on to the little things ....the smell of a new book, the satisfaction I get when I make something, friendship with a superior, security, cries of babies, pattering of feet's , a song of worship, the sound of the drums... This little girl is getting old! </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16732782883064500540noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514401620128470167.post-22336275529666846022016-01-25T19:13:00.003+01:002016-01-25T19:13:47.018+01:00The worth of 500naira <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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So, yesterday I took a girl out on a date and after<br />
we finish eating, I went to pay for the food we<br />
ate, the waiter didn't have 500 naira change to<br />
give me. I asked the girl to sit let's wait for the<br />
waiter to go look for change, and surprisingly she<br />
said I was embarrasing her, that I should act like a big boy and leave the change for the waiter...<br />
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Is she crazy ni?<br />
Is she madt ni?<br />
Does she know the things 500 naira can do? I<br />
guess she doesn't .<br />
Well, let me highlight few of the things 500 naira<br />
can do incase she doesn't know...<br />
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500 naira can buy you 5 loaves of bread and two fishes, if you are lucky to have Jesus around, you will feed 5000 people... Is that the money she want me to leave?<br />
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Sardine= N150, indomie (hungry man size) = N100, 2 eggs = N60, plastic Coke = 100. Total N410, and you say 500 naira na small money?<br />
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500 naira that I'll use to buy 3 albums & good earpiece?<br />
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Rice N100, beans N50, meat N100, plastic malt N100 and remaining 150 to play Nairabet,...and she say 500 naira na chicken change? I swear she no well<br />
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Half carton of Indomie sef is N500 naira shey u know?<br />
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Do you know how many players Arsene Wenger of Arsenal will buy with 500 Naira?<br />
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The most annoying thing is that its possible that this girl has never given 500 naira offering for church o .<br />
See, on a serious note...you won't know the value of 500 naira, untill you borrow 500 naira credit from MTN and you have to pay back. <br />
THIS IS NOT AN ORIGINAL POST, IT WAS SHARED ON MY CLASS PAGE ON WHATSAPP SO I DECIDED TO SHARE IT WITH YOU GUYS... How was your time at work for all my 8 to 5 workers. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16732782883064500540noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514401620128470167.post-42137233525119573142016-01-25T13:06:00.002+01:002016-01-25T13:06:58.412+01:00the rich beggar(i didn't know the title to use) <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
In case you see me ignoring a begger, just know its because of this post I read on BMF(bolatitoblog.com) laziness wouldn't allow me put a clickable link. I would update the blog later am in my film class right now( Oct 1st).this post is the "yea! I got a new phone but don't tell my mom post". Y'all have a nice Monday... <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16732782883064500540noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514401620128470167.post-39016618158846182612016-01-11T07:55:00.001+01:002016-09-01T07:33:50.808+01:00Getting comfortable with been uncomfortable<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So am in school already, its as boring as school obviously, but my belovers are around sha and lil sis will be here by tuesday plus I have plenty meat( I will start my vegetarian resolution when this meat finishes and does anyone know where I can order/buy tofu??).<br />
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My journey? Well it was so so, life can be so hard something and I can't just wait till I get my own private jet, yatch(private of course), my own island, and all those luxurious things shown in hollywood movies('wolf of wall street'). I boarded this bus that had 13 others also on board,( let's rewind, I was the last person to get to the bus( lucky me right?) Well I was not so lucky. The first 'thing' that met my nose was the stench that came from God knows where. I would have been okay with just fantasizing about sweet smell, some lavendar, wood cedar, strawberry, roses and the likes if the bus had started moving on time. Now I have this little problem, my body does not know am poor, so it tends to misbehave in places that are not as luxurious as myself(let me toot my own horn.) As my body is not accustomed to this foreign smell, couple with the fact that I was taking ice cream(whatever you do,do not take ice cream anywhere that smell;Note to self), my stomach began to pain me, it was like someone somewhere decided to turn my intestine into a drum set, I could swear the pain had melody. Suddenly I felt this strong urge to use the toilet, in the middle of nowhere, if you know me well you would know I might not be the 'tushest' person when you get to know me, but when it comes to stranger I can forrrmmm! So I sat down with my problem, shaking visible, trying to figure out the person with the body odour, even though I had a suspect( I was suspecting the old woman sitting adjacent of my seat. Anyways after about 1hour30mins into the journey I eventually found out its the fine boy sitting in front of me. I just but can't(I just can't but)(am a lil bit confused on which is the correct form) wonder how many job opportunities he has lost because he cannot wash his body violently.( If the kingdom of your body suffers body odour, it can only be solved with violent scrubbing,deodorant,clean cloth and if all fail, prayer and fasting) the most amazing issue was that his girlfriend was sitting by him all through the journey( love definitely needs a nose doctor). I won't blame her though, her spoken english is terrible and he loves her anyway so what's a smelly body?<br />
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So to the question of the day. Would you date a girl or guy that stinks( serious smell o, not even mouth odour this time around, like if he lends you a shirt that has been dry cleaned poor shirt will still smell. You can smell him from over the phone kind of body odour. If he tries to swim all the fishes would die body odour, can choke you to death kind of body odour.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16732782883064500540noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514401620128470167.post-35540201645014391772016-01-09T15:12:00.000+01:002016-01-09T15:12:04.021+01:00It's the begining of the end <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hello people of God, how una dey. is it obvious in my "voice" that am happy? Well I am happy. Its finally resumption time, am excited because it means I should graduate soon but on another note am not because I have to start cooking my own food or stay in my friends place and complain about her cooking( if she cooks). To be honest the cooking thing is one of the reasons am not getting married anytime soon, that and the fact that every guy I meet is not good enough, I can't even keep a relationship on a game, game characters break up with me(if you play STARDOM you would know what I mean, its a virtual world, where I have over 200million fan and 5 ex boyfriend, I even tried dating girls.) Life can be so tough sometimes, so this year I have decided to change my ways, not minding the fact that last year was last week. Anyways am enjoying my life now that I can, my boyfriend wish list is over the top, I have a lot of specification I pity myself, according to my mum soon the list will be just one word "breathing".... I definitely won't date someone whose breath stinks just because he is rich( apart from the fact that my super power is smelling things, I would not survive the relationship) I would probable die of bad breath from my spouse mouth( or how do you tell that handsome guy who meets all your criteria to try brushing his teeth? Oh I know! Maybe I would tell him to try tasting my paste and then get a toothbrush for him at my place.) But why on earth will a "big boys" breath smell? Especially when he claims to like kissing, ewwww.<br />
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Holla my people, how una dey? Yass... Was going on(in my american accent). Fisayo has been very good o... You know how it is now, different day with different expenses, my good phone spoilt on the first of january, am still sad, I actually had plans to change it( but it was still a plan) I was not ready to implement it yet,I actually had plans to buy a camera, a laptop and a computerized sewing machine, so a phone was so at the bottom of my list, I would not have rejected it if I was given though. So am at a cross road, I either pretend I don't have a phone till my mum gets me one or I get myself a new phone out of my final year fund decision! Decision!! decision!!! but on another note this would be a great time to have like three to four sugar daddy so I can keep on smiling while they give me the feeding allowance and school fee meant for their innocent children. Then again let's not kid anybody there is no way in hell I would get a man to neglect is wife although I have grown a lot since I last penned something about my body size(we are getting there) my old friend see me now and go " fisayo you now have hips o!" I feel like am going through puberty all over again yes( this time with the change in body structure) I got it wrong the last time.<br />
So to the major reason for this post, it was on new year day(1st of january) when my little not so little brother told my mum the girl he said he was going to spend the rest of his life with broke up with him. According to her she couldnot waste her airtime to talk to him so she had to break up with him via text because she wanted nothing to do with him as she is a year older than him. Considering the fact that he actually talked about her to my mum, he really like her, so do you really thing age should be a problem when it comes to love, and if not how many years different do you think is okay.</div>
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Hello ladies and gentlemen boys n girls, kilonsele kilon happen, how has the new year treated you so far, I hope its doing you well, it would be a great year for us all in jesus name. So... How many of us went to church, first sunday things, I just left church and it was packed, and my church is always over 90 percent capacity on the first sunday of every year, when its cross over night its almost over 200 percent, I was lapped during the cross over service for this year, it was definitely a first for me.<br />
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... My new year resolution would be to make more money, be one with God in body mind and spirit, get a boyfriend and actually date him like a normal person and become a vegetarian . So yes those are my new year resolutions, what is yours? </div>
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It's finally the day I have been waiting for since Mr vc said to go on a mid semester break, no its not resumption it's Christmas, am like super excited for Christmas more than the average 20 something years old folk I even have a Christmas cloth and all. Despite the fact that am excited however this Christmas is the most unchristmassy Christmas ever.... At first I <u>thought</u> it was an adult thing but no even kids are not very interested in chicken.... Last night which was Christmas Eve I spent in front of the TV watching E! Shows like I am cait which is the dryest reality TV show of all time, wags and I almost would have become an <u>African</u> magician if phcn or whatever they I called now this not withdraw power.<br />
It was definitely a slow start but am definitely not going to sit around with wrapper tied around my chest while I keep up with the kardashian. So from me to you have a merry Christmas anyway you know how to. But whatever you do, don't forget the reason for the season, go to church, dedicate your self to christ and be super cool <br />
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Yeah! Am super hyper this morning, have never felt so alive since the school management decided to <u>shut</u> no close down the school after a lecture boycott(like who does that, right?) that's what I was thinking, rumour however has it that the school management close down the school because Mr VC was scared the student body might disrupt the <br />
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So the word for today is <b><b>DERELICT</b></b> I saw the word from the game <i><i><i>criminal</i></i></i><i> case</i>, it's an okay game not that interesting but if you like to play cop it's the game for you. <br />
<span style="color: #9c1788;"> </span> <span style="color: #9c1688;">It</span> <span style="color: #9c1688;">can</span> <span style="color: #9c1688;">function as both adjective and noun, when it is used to refer to things( usually land and buildings it's an adjective) it means not used or cared for or in bad condition. So next time you want to say uncompleted building you should say DERELICT building. </span><br />
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So it's been forever i posted anything here, between lectures, my final year project, work, a healthy dose of gossip, "owannbe", extremely bad network in my friends place(hers is one of the lucky hostels with 24/7 power supply), and power outages that last years in my place it is an uphill task to find something to blog about, that is no inspiration to post even things I have written before hand. However I made up my mind to stop apologising as a blog reader who I have no idea even reads my blog complained (you should try to drop comments at times) about my apologies not holding water again. So from now on no more apologies. My major inspiration to blog is the near death experience I had on Saturday after having my full on rice and shamelessly picking the meat on my friends meal(I went there for the food, so I would have something to talk about and to finally find Mr right:incase you have met him, he is a yoruba boy in his mid 20s, he is "yellow" in complexion and 6feet tall). <br />
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As my "aboki" bike man passed right beside an heavy weight vehicle at the verge of falling over, all I could mutter was "Lord have mercy on me" ( which is a good choice of last words by the way) I realised nobody knows the last good bye. Therefore I have decided to do all that make me happy and that includes spilling my gut on the Internet so here I am like a prodigal daughter would you take me back? A special thanks you to everyone that checked on me you are the best bests. <br />
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My next post would be the face of the week. And I have also added another session to the blog, I have decided to learn new words and I want to take it seriously so am taking you guys on this journey of better grammar and large an totally unnecessary words with me. Everyday I would post a new word, it's meaning, where I first heard it, it's origin, and also how it can be used. At the end of the week we would have six words and they would all be revisited on the last/first day of the week(Sunday) </div>
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holla everyone, <span style="color: #4d1883;">clears cobwebs</span> hope you are all good, Pheezy is sorry she disappeared without warning, Pheezy has been ill, but she is better now. while I was away I was nominated for a gratitude award by two of my <u>favourite</u> bloggers. mimi of <a href="http://miimisdiary.com/">miimi's diary </a> , Pamela of <a href="http://pamscrib.blogspot.com/">pam's crib </a> ... <br />
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<i><span style="color: #4d1983;"> You have 72 hours to accept the challenge when you are nominated. </span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: #4d1983;"> Write or say 5 things you are grateful for on any social media platform. (just a day)</span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: #4d1983;"> Display a picture of gratitude. A picture of simple that makes (or made) you smile in a day. It is not an opportunity to show off how rich you are. Let it be something that is simple (and inexpensive) yet a blessing. Catch my drift? OK. </span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: #4d1983;"> Nominate 5 other people in your circle. Ensure that you inform them immediately.</span></i><br />
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Now am very very sorry I would have to break a couple of rule (typical me) without too much ado I would go right into writing 5 things that am grateful for <br />
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<b>Family: Now I won't say my family is the best one around, we have made too many mistakes and we would still make more(That's what makes us human rights?) despite all this inadequacy we stick together, have each others back. am so grateful for my siblings even though have not seen any of them in forever. </b><br />
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<b>Friends: Am grateful for my true friends, friends who do not care if you have not spoken to them for years but would still stand up for you when you are been chastised, have your back when you need support, lend you a shoulder to cry on when you feel like the world has beat you down and pull you out of your funk. <span id="goog_1185296502"></span><span id="goog_1185296503"></span><span id="goog_1458177531"></span><span id="goog_1458177532"></span></b><br />
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<b>am grateful for the little things, the cricket, the sounds of the frog, the sweat on my brow, the smile I put on people face, that thing that make the tears well up in my eyes when I see an emotional movie. </b><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16732782883064500540noreply@blogger.com16Ife, Nigeria7.4933393 4.5244716tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514401620128470167.post-66799198381458792822015-11-01T11:41:00.001+01:002015-11-01T11:43:43.583+01:00what would you do <div class="blogaway-section"><p>holla! everyone, happy new month, I pray this month brings you all the good things you wish for(amen). in two months time we would be in year 2016.... am itching to be  there already but my greatest hope is in the wait for 2020 #vision2020.  anyways that been said make sure you go to a place of <u>worship</u> today (been the first Sunday of the month and all). . <br/>
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<br/>    so back to the matter  and it's a serious matter now my question is (okay it's not that serious, we don't want to disappoint anybody now, do we?)  now to my question.  I was at the bank on Friday to register for my bvn(okay no bad eye,  I know am supposed to have done it bla bla bla  but what can I say I should collect an award for procrastination  and then again  this is Nigeria nothing ever <u>ends</u> except party rice)  back to what I was saying before the break in transmission, so I was at the bank, the customer care rep was attending to me. then this man came to stand in front of me.  I was looking at his feet,  as I raised my head up, the first thing that hit my eyes is his open zipper and the content of his boxer threatening to jump out.  remember we are at the bank and I sat opposite his crouch.  if you where in my situation what would you do? <br/>
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I have not made anything myself forever. I really envy does who have jobs, children, husband and run a blog. How do you manage to do all that together? But then again that's what being a woman is all about(you have to multi task). I lost every image on my phone including the pictorial I did but I refuse to let that stop me from doing a DIY post before the month ends. As luck would have it I happen to have a couple(more than a couple actually) DIY pictures in my backup file related to my blog. So I can rightly say Google saved the day.<br />
The first is a pearl, Bobby pin and string hair pin... It would give your hair that <br />
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The second is a lace choker. You can make it from trimmings and ribbon as in this particular tutorial or cut out of lace and frog hook. <br />
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The third one is the simplest and it takes less time than the others..... You just need pearl strands... Long enough to go around your neck about two to three times without choking you (about three strands) and a satin ribbon. <br />
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Brick game. <br />
You could not stop smiling when I saw the game for the first time... It's an epic throwback. The downside is the games are not complete but it's super cool. <br />
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<a name='more'></a>Cooking fever : the game is the new candy crush if you ask. Very addictive, it's however a little bit expensive to play but I have my way of making things easier <br />
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Clash of King: a castle, a Kingdom and real life players.... You would need Internet connection to play the game. <br />
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Campus crush: I had to settle with this version of the app instead of the original app(episodes) it's an interactive game book thing. You get to determine the outcome of the story through what you choose and Wear. <br />
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Okada book : it's an online book store for African books mostly. Different contemporary African writers. I especially love nollybooks... Their stories have very low chance of making you burst into tears(if you are emotional) <br />
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So this is my guilty pleasure. <br />
Fashion design :it's a game where you get to design different dresses, for different occasions (you determine colour, pattern, decorations, print, textiles) <br />
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Phonto : you can use it to put caption on pictures or just write words on a plane image.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16732782883064500540noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514401620128470167.post-71856645452717142372015-10-25T11:51:00.001+01:002015-10-25T11:51:13.615+01:00It is military <div style="text-align: center; padding: 5px;"><table class="tr-caption-container" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GReGn1Z_xfk/Viy0GaPm_7I/AAAAAAAADRU/961Wp78TpXg/2015-10-25-10-01-29-867.jpg"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GReGn1Z_xfk/Viy0GaPm_7I/AAAAAAAADRU/961Wp78TpXg/2015-10-25-10-01-29-867.jpg cursor: pointer;" width="320px" style="border: 1px solid; border-radius: 2px;padding: 5px; max-width: 320px " /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Does this makeup look real or what? </b></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="blogaway-section"><p>Hello loves, happy Sunday. I no I am supposed to apologise for my disappearing act but am sure you are tired of my apologies by now. Lemme just jump into today's post abeg. To start with my title, It just felt like the right 'wrong' one to use. So I have been alive for a while and I have been taking decision for my self since I was in secondary school(I went to a boarding house). Now after making some decisions with objection for about 12 years without <u>objection</u> imagine my surprise when my father suddenly decrees I must be a Catholic. Since when did the father's faith start saving the child? I love the Catholic Church, I do but I also believe in making a path for myself. I want to partake of the opium which religion but I want to take it in the best quality that is good for me. Now how do I say this to my very traditional father who believe every objection to his rule will bring you to your ruin. Now I would like to honour my parents, do the will of God and also follow my heart(there in lies the problem) do I then go back to take catechism class with primary school pupils or do I continue attending my present church.? <br/>
Do you think I am supposed to attend my parents church whether I like it or not? </p></div><br/><div class="blogaway-signature"><br/><font size="2">Don't forget to follow me on IG @oluwa_pheezy </font></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16732782883064500540noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514401620128470167.post-73891200801694524582015-10-22T15:03:00.001+01:002015-10-22T15:03:13.844+01:00Now that am a school administrator <div style="text-align: center; padding: 5px;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GAReZjVf2zk/VijsnGjo8JI/AAAAAAAADLo/eyZMCHtvRXk/fta_1445469379563.jpg"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GAReZjVf2zk/VijsnGjo8JI/AAAAAAAADLo/eyZMCHtvRXk/fta_1445469379563.jpg cursor: pointer;" width="320px" style="border: 1px solid; border-radius: 2px;padding: 5px; max-width: 320px " /></a></div><div class="blogaway-section"><p>Holla everyone, how have you been? So I just got home from school yesterday. Should have been home two weeks ago but for my little fear of road transportation. I become ill everytime I board a public vehicle. At first I thought it was because of the comatose state of this medium of transportation, so I stopped boarding 'ugly' vehicles but the witch mother kept giving birth to girls. <br/>
The major reason I didn't want to go home goes beyond this public transport brouhaha but the fact that my has decided to rope me into this school administrator or supervisor or spy business. Now am used to working when I get break from school. I have been a sales rep, tailor's apprentice, fashion designer's intern, usher, interior designer. The good thing about all the other jobs <u>is</u> that people like me because of the kind of service I provide and because am nice sometimes. Now the terrible thing about been a school administrator is that you have to be a critic. Shine your eyes and if you have have the slightest urge to close them glue them open. Who like to be the person coming when people scamper to their properly exaggerated proper position. <br/>
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1) do you think it is right for a teacher to ask primary 4 pupils to spell ABORTION? If your answer to this question is yes. How is he to define it for them or use it in a sentence. <br/>
2)what would be your reaction if you find out your daughter who you name "Awesome" is called A_WE_SOR_MEY (yoruba pronunciation) by her class teacher. <br/>
3)for those who have kids did you you interview your kids teachers before putting your offspring in their care? <br/>
4) would you bring your kids to a school where they commanding officer is my age group? </p></div><br/><div class="blogaway-signature"><br/><font size="2">Don't forget to follow me on IG @oluwa_pheezy </font></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16732782883064500540noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514401620128470167.post-17452069771471378362015-10-19T12:35:00.001+01:002015-10-19T12:35:55.208+01:00 face of the week : Oluwande Olufunso <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I'm Oluwande olufunso, I'm a student of obafemi awolowo university, my relationship status ;well...I'm not married . I'm a Christian, well concerning where I want to be in 5years, In five years I can see myself having many of my goals accomplished, if not accomplished, I will be working on accomplishing those goals to fulfill my life, I know it’s not easy to know, No one can predict his /her own future and no one exactly can tell what your life will look like in d next 5years , there’s a possibility that you will die or there’s a possibility that you will have your own family you just can’t tell. I hope my work help not just me but others <u>as</u> well. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16732782883064500540noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514401620128470167.post-90273272012495695072015-10-15T03:01:00.000+01:002015-10-15T03:14:29.538+01:00It's a post about nothing. <div style="text-align: center; padding: 5px;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--wRtzv75dAg/Vh8J75IfKsI/AAAAAAAAC8M/yf7gzdp1Jmg/IMG_20151010_150334.jpg"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--wRtzv75dAg/Vh8J75IfKsI/AAAAAAAAC8M/yf7gzdp1Jmg/IMG_20151010_150334.jpg cursor: pointer;" width="320px" style="border: 1px solid; border-radius: 2px;padding: 5px; max-width: 320px "></a></div><div style="text-align: center; padding: 5px;"><br></div><div style="text-align: center; padding: 5px;"><br></div><div style="text-align: center; padding: 5px;"><br></div><div class="blogaway-section"><p>It's been so long have posted anything here... I wanted to blame it on glo(my network provider) but then again that would be a lie. I don't know how I have been living without Internet since. I just felt like I didn't need it. I stopped pressing my phone for a while and talk to people around me. It's been cool anyways. I <u>don't</u> have a clue as to what to write right now and I can't find my jotter so I decide <u>to</u> show you guys pictures of the "make-up" I did for a friend... It's a regular make-up not professional. She happened to like it a lot and I got my peace of mind back so win win.<a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AtAgve3j1GQ/Vh8KcZeUjxI/AAAAAAAAC8k/8IJ-kj6ZkyE/IMG_20151010_151014-1.jpg" style="font-family: sans-serif; text-align: center;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AtAgve3j1GQ/Vh8KcZeUjxI/AAAAAAAAC8k/8IJ-kj6ZkyE/IMG_20151010_151014-1.jpg cursor: pointer;" width="320px" style="max-width: 320px; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid; border-top-left-radius: 2px; border-top-right-radius: 2px; border-bottom-right-radius: 2px; border-bottom-left-radius: 2px;"></a> </p><p> <a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CO2aZeFjhMI/Vh8J94ODZAI/AAAAAAAAC8U/ehXpSgxUlvg/IMG_20151010_150909.jpg" style="font-family: sans-serif; text-align: center;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CO2aZeFjhMI/Vh8J94ODZAI/AAAAAAAAC8U/ehXpSgxUlvg/IMG_20151010_150909.jpg cursor: pointer;" width="320px" style="max-width: 320px; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid; border-top-left-radius: 2px; border-top-right-radius: 2px; border-bottom-right-radius: 2px; border-bottom-left-radius: 2px;"></a> </p><p> I went for a friend's introduction on Sunday. I was however not able to snap <u>any</u> picture because I was not looking good and because rice finished before I arrived at the venue.<a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yDoHQh29ruY/Vh8J0-JjhFI/AAAAAAAAC78/dMMgbLz2Iw4/C360_2015-10-11-17-35-20-998.jpg" style="font-family: sans-serif; text-align: center;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yDoHQh29ruY/Vh8J0-JjhFI/AAAAAAAAC78/dMMgbLz2Iw4/C360_2015-10-11-17-35-20-998.jpg cursor: pointer;" width="320px" style="max-width: 320px; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid; border-top-left-radius: 2px; border-top-right-radius: 2px; border-bottom-right-radius: 2px; border-bottom-left-radius: 2px;"></a></p><p> Introduction started by 2 and I got to the venue by 5:30. Talking about African time. Anyways that was the only thing I did while I wasn't here coupled with sleep and movies. I also changed my hair colour. </p><p> <a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fGRpsfBegug/Vh8J4PlDC7I/AAAAAAAAC8E/44338t3JNew/C360_2015-10-11-17-42-27-762.jpg" style="font-family: sans-serif; text-align: center;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fGRpsfBegug/Vh8J4PlDC7I/AAAAAAAAC8E/44338t3JNew/C360_2015-10-11-17-42-27-762.jpg cursor: pointer;" width="320px" style="max-width: 320px; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid; border-top-left-radius: 2px; border-top-right-radius: 2px; border-bottom-right-radius: 2px; border-bottom-left-radius: 2px;"></a></p></div> <a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JBu3ZDrsZ9c/Vh8KgTiearI/AAAAAAAAC8s/7gFO5oL-KDk/C360_2015-10-11-14-36-48-425.jpg" style="font-family: sans-serif; text-align: center;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JBu3ZDrsZ9c/Vh8KgTiearI/AAAAAAAAC8s/7gFO5oL-KDk/C360_2015-10-11-14-36-48-425.jpg cursor: pointer;" width="320px" style="max-width: 320px; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid; border-top-left-radius: 2px; border-top-right-radius: 2px; border-bottom-right-radius: 2px; border-bottom-left-radius: 2px;"></a> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16732782883064500540noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514401620128470167.post-8010226890348688062015-10-11T05:44:00.001+01:002015-10-11T05:44:46.456+01:00Tomorrow land<div style="text-align: center; padding: 5px;"><table class="tr-caption-container" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6hwFlRlnD_Q/VhnpOfhrmLI/AAAAAAAACsc/-xxlU_H8bHU/2873667_image_jpeg9f360c5ab7736510df54c882e9dbf188.jpeg"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6hwFlRlnD_Q/VhnpOfhrmLI/AAAAAAAACsc/-xxlU_H8bHU/2873667_image_jpeg9f360c5ab7736510df54c882e9dbf188.jpeg cursor: pointer;" width="320px" style="border: 1px solid; border-radius: 2px;padding: 5px; max-width: 320px " /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>This is my biro after my last paper</b></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="blogaway-section"><p>This is something a classmate wrote about the books we treated this semester (it's super cool, you would find it the same way if you have come across any of the books mentioned) it was written with the name of the courses, the title of d books, settings, characters, the lecturer, and a couple of my class mates. <br/>
<br/>In a brief sojourn on the island of LIT 401, A PASSAGE TO INDIA marked the genesis of our journey, a place where we met the untouchable himself, Punkah Wallah who gave each and everyone of us a copy of <u>a</u> book titled THE AUTUMN OF THE PATRIARCH. Dr. Aziz, Adela and Major Callender, took us to the Marabar caves, a place we saw first wonder on earth. What did we see? Our Morenas in the land of LIT 401 (Tayo, Dolapo, Yejide, Adeolas and others} were the first set of people that saw the wonder. They all came us shouting “THE GRASS IS SINGING” come and see. We couldn’t believe our ears until we got there. It was truly a cynosure of all eyes. As a result of this wonderful experience, each and everyone of us wrote SO LONG A LETTER to our loved ones. We all enjoyed at Ayemenem where THE GOD OF SMALL THING punished law breakers. We spent wonderful moments with Pappachi, Mammachi, Chacko , Ammu, Velutha, Baby Kochamma, Estha and Rahel. In fact, Estha and Rahel taught us new style. I want to believe we still remember the style. Thanks to Dr. Ogunfolabi. If I had not gone to Ayemenem, I would not have met my soul mate, Baby Kochamma. Since she could not marry Father Mulligan, she has agreed to be my would be wife. You are all cordially invited to a small party to mark the dawn of our undying and unfading love. <br/>
Our journey to the Island of LIT 403 was an interesting one. We had the opportunity of visiting Greece, Rome, Spain, England, Africa, and Germany. The first place we visited was Greece, where we met a woman called ANTIGONE, who introduced LYSISTRATA, her best friend to us. The duo took good care of us; we ate, we drank .The journey became more interesting when we got to England where we met A MAN FOR ALL SEASONS called JULIUS CAESAR. It was this man who brought a man called SCAPIN THE SCHEMER; a prankster, to entertain us with jokes. This man really played pranks on every one of us before we left England. It was this same man who took us to a place called CAUCASIAN CHALK CIRCLE where we watched two interesting movies: END GAME and A PLAY OF GIANTS. They say: “the end is the end of a play.” None of us wanted to come back home. In fact, some of us wanted to stay with Scapin. Exam is just for a short period,but it requires efforts of many days and months It involves tension,worries,efforts and sleepless nights. We are now free guys and gals . Unto the almighty God we return all glory and adoration. May Eportal smile at us when our results are released. Amen.</p></div><br/>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16732782883064500540noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514401620128470167.post-45153677060507933022015-10-11T05:34:00.001+01:002015-10-11T05:34:32.353+01:00Did you know? <div style="text-align: center; padding: 5px;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7ffTzu6Rk6w/Vhnm0pXY8QI/AAAAAAAACsQ/o2MTOLzfC8Q/1444537949167.jpg"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7ffTzu6Rk6w/Vhnm0pXY8QI/AAAAAAAACsQ/o2MTOLzfC8Q/1444537949167.jpg cursor: pointer;" width="320px" style="border: 1px solid; border-radius: 2px;padding: 5px; max-width: 320px " /></a></div><div class="blogaway-section"><p>I know have not posted anything in a while been writing exams, eating and causing 'marital' problems. Exams are over now(been over for 4 days but then I only remembered I have a blog when I mistakenly saw my IG profile.  Today's post is something a friend asked me to post...  A couple of facts(super cool)... Anyways keep checking this space would be on marathon blogging(the prodigal daughter is back. <br/>
<br/>1. Your shoes are the first thing people subconsciously notice <u>about</u> you. Wear nice shoes.<br/>
<br/>2. If you sit for more than 11 hours a day, there's a 50% chance that it will make you severely sick in 2 yrs.<br/>
<br/>3. There are at least 6 people in the world who look exactly like you. There's a 9% chance that you'll meet one of them in your lifetime.<br/>
<br/>4. Sleeping without a pillow reduces back pain and keeps your spine stronger.<br/>
<br/>5. A person's height is determined by their father, and their weight is determined by their mother.<br/>
<br/>6. If a part of your body "falls asleep",<br/>
you can almost always "wake it up" by shaking your head.<br/>
<br/>7. There are three things the human brain cannot resist noticing - Food, attractive people and danger<br/>
<br/>8. Right-handed people tend to chew food on their right side<br/>
<br/>9. Putting dry tea bags in gym bags or smelly shoes will absorb the unpleasant odour.<br/>
<br/>10. According to Albert Einstein, if honey bees were to disappear from earth, humans would be dead within 4 years.<br/>
<br/>11. There are so many kind of apples, that if you ate a new one everyday, it would take over 20 years to try them all.<br/>
<br/>12. You can survive without eating for weeks, but you will only live 11 days without sleeping.<br/>
<br/>13. People who laugh a lot are healthier than those who don't.<br/>
<br/>14. Laziness and inactivity kills just as many people as smoking.<br/>
<br/>15. A human brain has a capacity to store 5 times as much information as Wikipedia<br/>
<br/>16. Our brain uses same amount power as 10-watt light bulb!!<br/>
<br/>17. Our body gives enough heat in 30 mins to boil 1.5 litres of water!!<br/>
<br/>18. Stomach acid (conc. HCl) is strong enough to dissolve razor blades!!<br/>
<br/>19. Take a 10-30 minute walk every day. & while you walk, SMILE. It is the ultimate antidepressant.</p></div><br/>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16732782883064500540noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514401620128470167.post-75912871714427231942015-10-01T01:07:00.000+01:002015-10-01T01:12:29.485+01:00Feminism is a joke! <div style="text-align: center; padding: 5px;"><br></div><div class="blogaway-section"><p>Holla blog family.... How una dey, se wa daada(how are you, hope you are good)... I so love translating yoruba and pidgin English (it makes me feel responsible)... So is it me or has any other person wondered why an inferior "hybrid" of the Queen English and an indigenous language is called pidgin English. Why not igbo English or Nigeria English? If you have an answer to that drop it in the comment box. <br>
So to today's post. A couple of my girlfriends were reading yesterday... The course happened to be a literature course ... It was about various theory that has been used to criticism literature works and English in general. Now the problem is she seem to lack interest in feminism and she was quite vocal about her dislike of feminist both writer and activists. As u was in an argument with her and I never loose an argument I refuse to see her point even though she made no point in particular but the entire universal was making a point for her. I realise she knew nothing about the real point of the feminist movement and what she knows she got from what she is fed by the Internet daily. <br>
We have the 'free the nipples campaign' where few jobless women decided it is okay for them to bare their breast. The mistake they made however is baring their chest under the guise of feminism(equality between man and woman). Now I have no issue with a girl deciding to walk about naked but please don't force it down our throats. </p><p><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jiqGcEdKp1o/Vgx5ChjYsdI/AAAAAAAACec/2CZTkMFAbQQ/2B9BE0D000000578-0-image-a-19_1440364046214.jpg" style="font-family: sans-serif; text-align: center;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jiqGcEdKp1o/Vgx5ChjYsdI/AAAAAAAACec/2CZTkMFAbQQ/2B9BE0D000000578-0-image-a-19_1440364046214.jpg cursor: pointer;" width="320px" style="max-width: 320px; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid; border-top-left-radius: 2px; border-top-right-radius: 2px; border-bottom-right-radius: 2px; border-bottom-left-radius: 2px;"></a><br>
And the newest one is ladies loosing their tampons and pad or whatever they use to protect themselves from getting stained during their monthly menstrual period. This is not just stupid but disgusting. I don't understand why anyone would want to do that. Is it for the 15 minutes of fame or humiliation in most cases(but any form of publicity is acceptable right?) . </p><p><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QG2jSh7bzRE/Vgx5FW251YI/AAAAAAAACek/oOD5Rfgq3n0/HRQPc9E.png" style="font-family: sans-serif; text-align: center;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QG2jSh7bzRE/Vgx5FW251YI/AAAAAAAACek/oOD5Rfgq3n0/HRQPc9E.png cursor: pointer;" width="320px" style="max-width: 320px; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid; border-top-left-radius: 2px; border-top-right-radius: 2px; border-bottom-right-radius: 2px; border-bottom-left-radius: 2px;"></a><br>
Now I would not forget the armpit hair. So girls even went as far as colouring their armpit hair. </p><p><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Or5G5mumpoA/Vgx5IN76xdI/AAAAAAAACes/uDiQlQ8uXuE/screenshot-2014-12-02-16-28-45-png.png" style="font-family: sans-serif; text-align: center;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Or5G5mumpoA/Vgx5IN76xdI/AAAAAAAACes/uDiQlQ8uXuE/screenshot-2014-12-02-16-28-45-png.png cursor: pointer;" width="320px" style="max-width: 320px; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid; border-top-left-radius: 2px; border-top-right-radius: 2px; border-bottom-right-radius: 2px; border-bottom-left-radius: 2px;"></a><br>
If I myself didn't know better I would say the entire feminist movement is a joke. Am patiently waiting for the next lugubrious theory this so called feminist would resurrect. <br>
So what do you think of this right the 'modern' 21st century feminist are clamouring for? Do tell. </p></div><br>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16732782883064500540noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8514401620128470167.post-52117877409781475362015-09-24T04:58:00.005+01:002015-09-24T05:00:17.577+01:00Salon shenanigans <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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You see I have never been able to plait hair and it just kills me every time. While I was growing up, I was really interested in the hair style ladies make... To me it's like rocket science, my mother however had a stereotype that she believed in strongly and according to it every hair dresser was a prostitutes and she is not party to her only daughter been one. <br>
A lot of hairdressers I know have debunked this theory but it still beats me every time I go to a salon and hear a grown woman saying things that should not even be said by a man with pride. Boasting about things they should be ashamed of. Their was the case of a young lady who felt it was wise to tell everyone who cared to listen that she would have been married if her fiance did not meet a naked man in her room. Now that's not the crazy part(she actually blames her problem on her boyfriend "why did you not call earlier?"). Months ago I was with my mum in a salon and this woman who should be about 50 - 55 started talking about her daughter. According to her, her daughter had just finished from a private university and she also happens to be pregnant. Due to this development she decide to organise an introduction between her family and that of the guy(baby daddy) Introduction went on well. And her daughter started living in the guys house. However the baby daddy began to keep late night and the wife later found out he was cheating on her. When she discovered this, she promptly told her mother and here comes the bomb(this 50 something years old 'responsible' woman thought the best things for them to do was to go fight the girlfriend!) Now which type of mother advises her daughter to fight not to talk of cook up the idea? Now which type of mother advises her daughter to fight not to talk of bring the idea?... Now the story didn't end there. She fought the girl and was arrested by the police because of her son-in-law's testimony. Now I don't know if she lied or not but can you follow any one to fight(literally) for her man? </div>
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P. S: so sorry for going MIA without prior notice... It's exam time. </div>
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