UNDERSTANDING THE TIMES: THE DODJA PROFESSOR BOOK 1:11

In Dodja’s mind he believed he could intimidate anyone by passing across, ‘largely’ that he was above everyone around him, he showed great immaturity, primarily because of his recently attained position as professor and dean of medicine. In the course of events, John realized Dodja was also a liar, and that he had no integrity. John also understood that it would be ‘stupidity at its peak’ to trust the meander of this unholy individual, ‘a cunt on Holy arosa’.

On a ‘low key’, John continued his relationship with his classmate; a beautiful and intelligent girl, who seemed God fearing and kind, a grave mistake which will eventually see him leave medical school for at least a couple of years, not just on false allegations but also by intended intimidation on the part of the dean and the members of his cabal. Clearly not every church girl or seemingly nice person can handle the real pressures of society or be true to neither their real personalities nor the pressures of a relationship; eventually they try to protect how society feels about them, and fight vehemently in a delirium ‘of being used’.

UNDERSTANDING THE TIMES: THE DODJA PROFESSOR BOOK 1:10

Having a quick flashback to his years in school, John could remember that he once attempted to kiss a girl but failed, not because his gesture was not reciprocated but because he had too tender a heart. Over time John had realized he had become weak in his resolve to be chaste maybe because of all the fun around him.

John’s first encounter with professor Dodja was on a cool evening in a class of about sixty, when the senior lecturer who was taking hematology walked in and told the class that the new dean of clinical medicine was a ‘mad man’, no one believed; the dean on his first visit to them that morning had on his part stated that he had no respect for anyone and no regard for people, and that none of their parents could challenge him. He was a new professor and he clearly wanted attention and wanted to make a name. Being a calm and quiet individual, John, who was on his part a low key a womanizer; could not have bet that their parts could cross in the most disastrous way.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

Thank God I am plus 1 today, I'm getting older and I can't believe there was a time when I thought people my age 'are old people'.

I'm quite amazed at the amount of love I've received, considering that a just a few weeks ago, I was actually a media sensation with a very troubling news. I'm grateful to all those who stood by me, believed in me and fought for me, especially my Family; they were, are my pillar and my greatest source of strength; what and all they did was all that strength could me. That I'm free today is because of their unfailing love, commitment and care.

Although the series of events that occurred had taken a course of over six months, I was always positive that the WORLD will remember that FAMILY that stands by, and protects its own - thank you Mom and Dad, for bearing all the pain for me.

However, all of these events has been a draw back or deterrent to my ever positive vibe of being an outstanding success and being the best of who I am no matter what.

I couldn't have wished for 'less', but to be grateful to God for the lessons learned, and how I was able to understand what true friendship is and those who I can rely on.

I believe that the first step to becoming a great achiever is to find trustworthy people; although family is enough. In the course of building a business and setting up an empire, you need people who will stand by you and who you can count on. Lol, I've always had big dreams.

So I say thank God to my friends; Kesiena, Williams, Kelvin, Nkechi, Joseph, Ugochukwu, Onyeka for being there.

For those who wronged me, I send love. I'm not perfect, I've made mistakes but I'm thankful for grace.

UNDERSTANDING THE TIMES BOOK 1:09

John was torn in his mind as he had great plans for the evening ,but his heart was weak, considering that he had to decide whether he will be a good    gentleman or let the devil within act. He had always believed that women (people in general) cannot be fixed, except possibly by the grace of God .Sally had her mind made up since she was down with a good short sex and beautiful night rest. She needed to get John to a room as soon as possible, but she also had her pride to protect. She had a plan- a discrete sweet seduction.
John came up with an idea, an excuse that will be ideal for the situation he had found himself, get a little high on alcohol and let the girl get drunk. That way his emotions will be a 'little numb' and he can be heartless enough to commit an act he'll be sorry for by morning.
"Let's go back to the party" John said. They soon walked into the club where they began to dance. At first John sat on an arm chair, watching the large number of people feeling the groove; of course, the elderly ones had left and this was just a last moment of bachelorhood for the couple. John was absolutely impressed with the way Sally danced, a reminder that 'this girl' was used to the streets- the kind of woman you're afraid to marry. She soon danced towards John, encouraging him to dance, John however had never been the club type, was not conversant with the moves made, but with time and a bit of alcohol and a little motivation from 'tantalizing' lies he was soon on the dance floor feeling the party.
John remembered little afterwards; he was in the room and he knew he was kissing someone, the series of impressions on his mind were all in geometric progression, but as occurs with years of constant practice, his brain could still maintain a flow of medical stuff, thinking 'rather' clearly of the implications of having unprotected sex; HIV, STDs, it was probably too late now and he knew he was in danger.
The action was fast and he felt his clothes falling off, he knew he felt small firm breast but at that point something in him gave way, it was all darkness as he surrendered his soul to the god of the night.

UNDERSTANDING THE TIMES BOOK 1:08

''To let him dance in the rain''. Those words came to Johns mind; the subject of our daily encounter was like dancing in the rain. Within the time He had spent being involved with women, he had realized that women kept no secretes especially on matters of the heart, and that the power that they wielded in their tongue had a magnetic connection to everything around them; a stench, from their supposed frailty to their definitive destructive power.
Once he had grown so close to a lady and within a short time, the implication of their relationship almost wrecked his academic carrier; like a metamorphosis, a 'desquamation' of his very life epithelium.
Sitting at the pool side with Sally, The cool breeze blowing around them was calling to them to be warm, a physiological 'itch' that kept bothering Johns mind. In his mind was a war of two cities, the one that feared nothing and the other that was so familiar with the consequence of his actions; mistakes made that were so difficult to reconcile.
A friend had once told him that a good name was better, but another voice in his head kept hammering on the fact ''why not take what you can and move on.'' A soft spot on his heart wanted to help the young girl sitting by his side; he wanted to be different, yet his mind was bugged by the few minutes of pleasure he could have tonight, at least to ease his pain, an atonement for the pain he's passed through at the hands of a few women, even though it meant death to his salvation. John was scared he was getting psychotic, but he was still focused on the dream; the motivation that made him want to be a doctor, that desire to have a good name. He was resisting, but he soon found himself going with another flow, one that was being pushed by the experience of a girl born by the streets, bred in the streets and refined within the walls of the streets; a 'soft' girl by nature, wealthy by family privilege but impoverished by the madness of her society.
Sally was 'urging' and ready for sex, her hormones were on fire with decisive intent, she had been 'starving' and right now she was horny enough to 'rape' a man.

METROGYPSIE: How To Rock | #lingerieAsOuterwear + #tips

Hi guys,

 I have actually blogged this on Kamdora.com  for my Thursday-on-Kam post. I try not to use too many photos on my kamdora.com posts and also tend to get more straight to the point on there..so I’d share it all on here with outfit details.

The Lingerie as Outwear trend has been seen consistently on the runways, shoots and on our favorite celebrities.

UNDERSTANDING THE TIMES BOOK 1:07

Looking back at those days, Mary had made up her mind to regret nothing, although at this point she was uncertain of a future (which is absolutely 'nuts')  even if it seemed promising (by this she meant her marriage). She was caught in a net, and in bad shape, but felt lucky that she eventually had a chance to get married; compared to her friends who were there present and represented the 'psychedelic'(relating to or denoting drugs (especially LSD) that produce hallucinations and apparent expansion of consciousness.) class who saw marriage as a burden.
Not ignoring the statistic so widely known that one(1) out of every three girls  had done an abortion at some point in their life; she represented that 1 fraction; only she had done it multiple times, twice for the man she was now married to, - as always, she was with the minority. This did not bother her much because over time she had tapped into the power of pretense; by understanding the principle by which women command power. She was a walking time bomb and in her opinion this was the only way she could survive.

UNDERSTANDING THE TIMES BOOK 1:06

The couple 'marched' into the club ready to dance till ''they dropped dead''. It is the most important day in Marys life; at least so far, but the displeasing fact was the picture that was right before her; all the wasted years spent clubbing, how her relationship with John was left for dead; she always hoped that he had really forgiven her, because she knew that whatever John turned out to be now was because of her rejection and wayward lifestyle.
Mary took a long shot from the good girl she was when she and John were childhood sweethearts to a totally different person; although John will always insist that they will always be friends, he however acknowledged that she had lost her decency. Mary had began to get involved with rather promising and fun loving friends who introduced her to the fancy way of life, but within her soul she knew this was a disaster; she couldn't beat the crowd, why not join.

First University in Nigeria: Ahmadu Bello University launches first ‘Online’ MBA in Nigeria

I came across this publication on LindaIkejisblog.com, I'm very impressed with this new height attained in the academic field among Nigerian institutions; Ahmadu Bello university has proved outstanding especially in this period of economic recession. 

@MARAJI AT COCA COLA NG

A couple of days back, Maraji appeared on coca cola launch party alongside Falz d bahd guy and many other celebrities. I can't really tell if this is her first big appearance but @Maraji has been a super important media personality on social media, especially on instagram where she can hit over 612 hits per video in 12 minutes. Her fashion sense though, something she should probably work. 

View pictures after the cut.

UNDERSTANDING THE TIMES BOOK 1:05

The couple arrived just on time amidst cheers from the waiting crowd, the sound soon began to fade from Sally's ear; she was lost in her own thought and memories from her past were beginning to resurface. To her it was like a nightmare, only that she was awake and aware.
When she was 16, she had received a letter from Michael; a boy she was romantically involved with, which contained a message so strong that for a long time it had a positive impact in her, but now she feels she had lost the message. Her thoughts however continued to dig deeper.
Michael was one of the most intelligent and lovable people in the class, Sally on the other hand was a perfect opposite; she was 'everyone's girl' to be precise, but somehow from the moment she and mike(for short) first saw each other, which was about a week after Sally was transferred to the new school, there was something between them that connected. Michael had become so attached to her; and thinking about it now, she felt it was because of his nerdy boring life compared to her open wild life. Those thoughts were so mediocre now; by this she meant the way she saw life then.
Although Sally had been very much involved in sexual activities, Mike had little experience. They soon got sexually involved. Over time, their relationship became something that was thrown in the open, and like in every society, the elites did not approve. Being clever as it is; not academically, but in games such as this which were childish and depressing, she saw doom coming her way, but she was ready for it and she took it in all bravery; maybe because at that time, even while with Mike, she was still sexually involved with other boys and men from her past who satisfied her sexual desires- Needless to say, she believed; not to categorically abuse the word, that she was a nymphomaniac.
Sally however never stopped loving Mike, and always wished that she had kept him. The first and only letter that Mike wrote her was something that was an inspiration for her and it carried so powerful a message that it still scares her. She still wondered how he could have conceived such a message at that young age; maybe it was his brilliant nature, or experience, or God given wisdom.

GIANT OF FASHION: METROGYPSIE

So our dear dear ''fashion royalty'' is at it again!!!. This publication is actually made up of a video and ''auto- awesome'' pictures that will blow your mind away. Stephanie talks more about her outfit, not just explaining what they mean to her, but letting you; the reader and viewer experience what it means to be a metrogypsite.. +Metrogypsie +Metrogypsie !

UNDERSTANDING THE TIMES BOOK 1:04

DAY4

As a formality, everyone had arrived before the bride and groom; as they stood up waiting patiently, some of them with drinks in their hands waiting for the new couples' arrival in grand style. The Dj was already on the beat.
In the time before the couple arrived, although John and Sally stood next to each other, observing the many couples around, their thoughts were worlds apart, and the 'pinch' on their hearts was a precedent to their anticipated togetherness. In Johns mind, he had began to wonder on the issue of virginity, marriage and love and on the complexity of having to marry a girl who he knew little about; because in his opinion, there were too many secrets someone can hide from another person, just as he has this one on his mind; the sex factor.
The thought on John's  mind was '' how to justify that he was ''walking'' towards having sex with a girl so much younger than he was, who was not a virgin and who is wild. A list of possible things were running through his mind; he had never liked the idea of protected sex, so what if she had AIDS, or an infection; gonorrhea, syphilis, genital warts,hepatitis?,''HIV nor dey show for face O!!''. Everything was on the line; his entire future, but the ''ignore the fears'' part of his mind did not care about ethical value. He could not ascertain how many men she had been with, and he could bet that in her heart she was probably expecting that he, John, will be willing to enter a relationship with her and eventually marry her. He let out a gentle laugh and went on to bother his mind about other things, like the patients he had to see in 'tomorrows call'.

UNDERSTANDING THE TIMES BOOK 1:03

It has become very common in all Nigerian weddings to spray money as a show of social status and Felicia ; it has indeed become a ritual.

Like the majority, Mary's wedding was no different- spraying money is a life long tradition of the wealthy and affluent Nigerian, a way of showing they have arrived. It is almost a part of our culture.
With the wads of naira notes floating in the air and high life music playing in the background, the couple were on the road to a happy matrimony.
John sprayed for a few 'life long' minutes, having been able to convert about fifty thousand naira to new bundles of two hundred naira notes; although at a loss of five thousand naira, this however significantly increased the quantity of the initial fifty thousand naira and also the duration of spray. Its a lot of mathematics, but Nigerians have a way of making money from everything. 

By the time John was done Sally was by his side, and John offered her a ride to the after party.

In the car, they continued their discussion where they left off, with John finally bringing up the topic of sex, asking if she, Sally, had had sex.

''very likely, every interaction between a boy and a girl on a social platform has a way of playing towards sex''

Her answer which was that she hadn't had sex surprised John; considering that he saw her as a 'wild girl', but she went on to say ''I was raped when I was younger by a friend'; to John, her statement was outright and blatantly pity eliciting, while being contradicting. John had a mentality; maybe because he still cannot grasp the complications of living as a woman, that a woman cannot claim to be raped except when rape drugs or violence was used with an outright intent to rape, he also felt that the crime of rape was defined exclusively by how the woman feels about a sexual encounter whether violent or not; he briefly recalled in his mind an experience from medical school, but that experience has to wait.

FASHION: Stephanie of @metrogypsie

View beautiful pictures of the ever modest and beautiful Fashion blogger +Metrogypsie . This beauty with brains never stops to wow with giant strides all the way.

Check out her Zara Jacket, River Island skirt, La Senza and Aldo shoes, a perfect combination of class and style, and let her guide you through how she put her outfit together, #womenwithpurpose.

UNDERSTANDING THE TIMES BOOK 1:02

DAY2

At the reception, Sally was on the lookout for John, wondering where he was; all the time, soon her thoughts of him were beginning to ‘fade’, but he showed up, and in new clothes too; john had never been a fan of flamboyant dressing, he had always loved to be in simple comfortable clothes and over time his love for simplicity has created for him a comfortable 'niche'. He was in a blue Jean, a ‘carton’ colored polo and blue sneakers; that’s as comfortable as anyone can get, he soon found himself beside sally, who had little to do with her time and needed someone to talk.

John started a conversation, and at this point he had already lost interest in the proceeding of the wedding, He heard something about the introduction of guests, but that was about it.

 In their ‘chasing’ chatter they were soon lost in the sweet seduction of each other’s sweet side

In their ‘chasing’ chatter they were soon lost in the sweet seduction of each other’s sweet side; it was matter of 'seconds' before they soon exchanged numbers and made plans for how they will spend time together at the after ‘night’ party.

Sally had become used to a world of disappointment; in her opinion, men had a sexually driven misplaced priority. At her young age she had been in relationships with several men, she had rich backgrounds, 'nor was she being molested'; but of course, growing up within the commercial city of Warri (in delta state) was as much exposure as anyone will need. She had gained much experience in the rather crazy 'aristocratic' setting of a 'bestial society' where men are hunters and young girls the prey- to such men each score was a 'sigma bond'.

UNDERSTANDING THE TIMES BOOK 1:O1

DAY 1

In the time between meeting Sally and the ‘erotics’ of the night that followed, anyone would have believed that “living was at its peak of seduction, and that death was inevitable”.

On a beautiful Saturday morning, John had prepared for the best of days; being a graduate of Medicine and an acknowledged distinction student, He was prepared for a world of distress and competition, complete with Nigeria's economic recession or meltdown, and his focus was to beat the world and make it a better place; but one thing was certain, John was not ready for a world of women.

Sally is beautiful, young and elegant, the kind of girl you’ll be afraid to approach on a normal day because you know in your heart, from her outward appearance and flamboyant lifestyle that she was not the kind of woman that could be a mother to your children; at least from the African perspective that's what you'd assume. But move over, because in this game that we play, we try to win even with wolves in sheep clothing.

It was Mary and Peter’s marriage and John was ready for that wonderful celebration. Mary had been his childhood crush and sweetheart and although he ‘didn’t crush any candy,’ he had been devoted to the friendship for so long. When he got an invitation via mail to attend the wedding, he felt rather pleased that she still thought of him. As a doctor and having distinguished himself, he was going to turn up for the wedding in grand style.

Moving about in the streets of Warri (a city in Southern Nigeria) can be a tiring task, except maybe you’re in a comfortable dress, an AC car and you can afford to be in those; Luckily, John could afford both. John left not too early, considering that he has never been a big fan of an early turn up, although recently on his travel to the United States; he did realize that living by the African man time will be a great danger to him, his patients and his future if he followed that footstep.

He was however in time to hear the wedding vows, having successfully avoided the ‘bore’ of the pre-marital sermon which took a large part of the time. His entrance did not go unnoticed. He was in his brand new suite, ‘not a tuxedo as you can imagine; which he could not afford, but for a new school graduate, it was pretty expensive stuff and showed the respect of his profession’. His shoes were a pair of new Gucci which he just purchased, a male version of what you’d find on female fashion blogger +metro-gypsies blog. They were nice and fitting; a showing royalty.

MODELLING-A Show of Passion : MEET AMUNE RACHEAL

I first saw pictures of Racheal on instagram, where I took interest in her presentation, art of modeling and love to promote African traditional heritage even while in a western dress. Her smile brings warmth to depressed heart reminding you in a mental picture where you are from. Her passion to dare in the ever growing world of the Nigerian Fashion industry led to this promotion by @oscroyal.com.

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THE ENCOUNTER: THE STREET LIFE

For some time, my opinion about life on the streets; as we Nigerians call it, has been very diverse but now I think I'm cleared and I see clearly.
Life is not easy for so many, although for some of us who see privilege we forget to acknowledge the beauty in out solitude and peace of mind that we find in our ability to be loved and cared for.
Recently I met someone who I'll call 'a friend' and to many this is quite dangerous and irresponsible but to say the least, she's a prostitute.
She happens to also be a student , educated and in the sciences and pretty close to my course, a medical profession. But when we began speaking, I realised she's everything and more that many people are not. Ever seen a prostitute so charming in their approach to words or in the their simple and point approach to things? . Some may be in the game for selfish reason, but in her words. "Its how I survive".
I began to listen; wondering in my mind what do you mean as she continued speaking to me : I have no pride - especially about the things that I do, but this is how I survive , I sleep with people for money to get paid and that way I can take care of myself, pay my bills and walk in " that" class.

SHE THOUGHT FIBROID SURGERY WAS THE BEST AND LAST OPTION, BUT SHE WAS WRONG

Mrs. Chinasa a big business owner tells story of her fibroid pains and the recent surgery for the removal which she thought was her last option. She used this medium to advice ladies who are going through such pains.

“I choose to tell you my story today. Number one, I keep everything in my life under wraps because of the negativity out there. 90 percent of my life doesn’t make it to the Internet. I’ve been through a lot in my life but I’ll let you read all the truth in my book and watch on my reality show “Building Your Business”. A lot of people send me DMs and emails saying how perfect I am, how they want to be like me, how strong I am; Asking how I manage to run 20 businesses and take care of my 2 kids at the same time. I promised myself to always keep going to encourage the people I inspire.


This powerful strong woman you see is not perfect.

I have my pains and I cry too, especially when I’m misjudged. I have been betrayed and stabbed in the back severally by friends but I promised myself I was going to make a change for ladies who are determined to genuinely make it. This is why I put all my talent to use.

When I had My Son, Eric, I bled all through the pregnancy, not knowing I was even pregnant till about 5 months. 3 years after I had him, I was still having stomach pains and bleeding heavily through my periods. I went to my gynecologist, he said I had 3 small fibroids and a big size one. We agreed to take them out through laparoscopic surgery.

On the day of the surgery, I woke up thinking it was done. However, he said it was on my womb, that I could lose my womb if he tried to remove the fibriod. He said I should sign before they open me up and that it would have to be a major surgery. The gyneacologist also said that one of the fibroids was on my bladder which made me pee on myself any time I cough in public and it gave me terrible back and leg pains. He advised me to have another baby before the surgery.

Years after, I got pregnant with my daughter (Eunice) despite the consequences, my partner insisted I had the baby. I found out I was pregnant at 4 months like the first time cause I was having periods due to the fibroids. At 5 months, I was bedridden, I had a lot of pains from the pregnancy. I went to my gynecologist and he said I had something called “Red degeneration” where the fibroids suck the blood from the baby and doesn’t make it grow. That same day, I found out I had gestational diabetes. As a result of all these, I thought I was going to lose the baby and I was in non-stop pains till about 7 months when the pains stopped. During this period, I couldn’t walk, eat, bath myself not talk. Thanks to my partner and sister, they used to bath me. Later the baby started growing well and so were the 4 fibroids.
As a result of the gestational diabetes, my sugar levels were regularly monitored and my diet was changed.”