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Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Romance Meets Life

Romance Meets Life

Maya Angelou Dies at 86 - Some of Her Inspirational Quotes

Posted: 28 May 2014 06:21 PM PDT


Maya Angelou was one of America's most famous and inspiring poets and writers, an author of several books and a nobel laureaute. Maya Angelou died last night with her family beside her in a Winston-Salem, North Carolina hospital while recovering from an illness.

Maya Angelou was to be honored this Friday with the Beacon of Life Award at Major League Baseball's Civil Rights Game when she fell ill and had to cancel. She has received more than 30 honorary degrees from universities around the world. She published 7 autobiographies, 3 books of essays, and several books of poetry, and is credited with a list of plays, movies, and television shows spanning more than 50 years.

May her soul rest in peace. Amen.

Some of her quotes as seen on Instagram.

Selfie - One of The New Fall Shows on ABC I'll Be Watching

Posted: 28 May 2014 04:19 PM PDT


Selfie is a new sitcom starring John Cho and Karen Gillan that's slated to come to ABC this fall. Eliza Dooley has 263,000 followers who hang on to her every post, tweet and selfie.   But one lonely day she has a revelation: being friended is not the same as having actual friends.  She asks marketing guru Henry to 'rebrand' her self-obsessed reputation and teach her how to connect.

Epic Proposal Video Takes Man To 26 Countries And 4 Years to Make

Posted: 28 May 2014 08:09 AM PDT


Jack Hyer went the extra mile, thousands of miles in fact, to create an epic marriage proposal for Becca his girlfriend. According to Jack, he had always wanted to travel, and he started filming his travels to stay in touch with his girlfriend. He also knew ahead of time that he would make the recordings into an epic video proposal and selected the theme song "I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)" by the Proclaimers. It took him four years, and 26 different countries. She said YES!



Hyer and Strellnauer, 22, are both from Whitefish, Montana, and dated briefly as teens - a relationship that Hyer says ended in "middle school drama" - but did not begin a serious relationship until their freshman year at the University of Montana in Missoula.

A short time later, while Hyer, who is now pursuing his MBA, was waiting for a flight to London, he came up with the idea to use the song from the Scottish-born Proclaimers about a man willing to, literally, travel for his woman, for his own video.

"I have this travel journal where I write down what I'm doing," Hyer said. "I heard that song and the lyrics and I wrote down in the journal where I wanted to go and what lyrics would go along with each place."

Hyer relied on travel companions ranging from his sister and a close friend to complete strangers to film him singing the song's lyrics in places like Vietnam, Africa, Israel, China, Paris and Hong Kong.

When he was ready to propose to Strellnauer this month, Hyer spent two eight-hour days editing all of the footage together.
"Sometimes I didn't have electricity to power my iPod to listen to the lyrics while I sang so I just had to sing it on my own," Hyer said. "I had to cut it and clip it and sometimes slow it down and sometimes speed it up in order to have the lyrics match."

All of Hyer's creativity and hard work paid off on May 17 when he debuted the video to Strellnauer and a group of family and friends gathered at a local Missoula restaurant for a graduation celebration.

Once the video ended, Hyer showed Strellnauer the page in his journal where he had written that he would marry her one day and then got down on one knee to formally propose.

"She was shocked," Hyer said of his now-fiance, who, of course, said yes.

"As I said when I proposed to her, the greatest adventure in my life is her and now I want to travel with her as opposed to alone," Hyer said.

The couple plans to stay in Missoula while Hyer finishes graduate school and Strellnauer begins her teaching career and then eventually move to San Francisco.

Though they plan to keep the wedding local so family and friends can attend, you can bet they will travel far for their honeymoon.

"We'll definitely have a destination honeymoon to somewhere exotic," Hyer said. "We've got our passports ready."

Source

The New York Post Publishes Insulting Kimye Wedding Announcement

Posted: 28 May 2014 06:04 AM PDT


Kanye West and Kim Kardashian got married this past weekend with a wedding that while lavish by all means, turned out to be small and intimate as she had said. While most of the entertainment press decided to forgive and forget Kim's past or Kanye's famous bad temper - it is their wedding day after all and gossip never ends - The New York Post went a different direction, publishing this insulting wedding announcement in their Sunday's paper.



They and some of those who don't like the couple obviously think it's hilariously funny as they showed on twitter. What do you think?

Props: @nypost has the best possible story on the Kimye wedding. pic.twitter.com/ySvZSEqihE

— Nick Confessore (@nickconfessore) May 25, 2014

NY Post wins for best, most accurate Kimye wedding coverage. pic.twitter.com/pwK6W1WI8C

— Kirsten Taggart (@KLTaggart) May 25, 2014

Great coverage of the Kimye wedding in the NY Post: pic.twitter.com/wloM7K0eZq via @nickconfessore

— Andrew Bloch (@AndrewBloch) May 25, 2014

I like how the NY Post handled the Kanye West/Kim Kardashian wedding news. pic.twitter.com/4SsiWiW99Q

— Andy Gray (@si_vault) May 25, 2014

Standing O to the NY Post for their #Kimye coverage. http://t.co/wCHcDXNdv7

— Jon/Deek (@LoyalandRoyal) May 25, 2014

NY Post article about Kimye wedding….this is fantastic! Well done @nypost pic.twitter.com/0t5LFJVNHW

— Megan Mawicke (@MeganMawicke) May 25, 2014

The NY Post gets one right. RT @nickconfessore: Props: @nypost has the best possible story on the Kimye wedding. pic.twitter.com/BjKwwoPjtH

— Sanho Tree (@SanhoTree) May 25, 2014

Best article ever published in the NY Post. #kimye http://t.co/k9tvICpIsh

— Jonathan (@ThruTheLensNY) May 25, 2014

Woman Sentenced To Death For Marrying Christian in Sudan Gives Birth In Prison

Posted: 28 May 2014 04:05 AM PDT


Meriam Ibrahim who is currently in jail now and facing execution in Sudan for marrying a Christian, and thereby changing her faith [read HERE] gave birth early to a baby girl after 4 months of being in prison. She will receive 100 lashes before she is executed - sometime in the next two years.


In a heart-wrenching conversation with her husband during a rare prison visit, Meriam told him:

"If they want to execute me then they should go ahead and do it because I'm not going to change my faith."

Meriam insists she has always been a Christian and told her husband she could not 'pretend to be a Muslim' just to spare her life.

Her husband is working with human rights agancies to try to save his wife's life. They have another two year old son together, who is also living with his mother in prison. The little boy is deemed Muslim and so he cannot live with the father who is a Christain.

How messed up can the fight for religion be? Innocent kids suffering for no good reason!

Pregnant Woman Stoned to Death by Family for Marrying Against Their Wishes

Posted: 28 May 2014 03:04 AM PDT


Farzana Parveen, who was three months pregnant, was stoned to death by her own family in front of a high court in Pakistan for getting married without their consent, to the man of her choosing. Several members of Farzana's family, including her father and brothers, attacked her with batons and bricks in broad daylight and they killed her before a crowd of onlookers.


Mohammad Iqbal, right, husband of Farzana Parveen, 25, sits in an ambulance next to the body of his pregnant wife who was stoned to death by her own family, in Lahore, Pakistan (AP Photo/K.M. Chaudary)

According to BBC News;

Police said 30-year old Farzana Bibi died on the spot after being attacked with bricks and sticks. Her father handed himself in, but police say her brothers and former fiance, who also took part in the attack, were still free.

Correspondents say hundreds of girls and women in Pakistan are killed every year by family members.

However, many more killings are believed to go unreported.

Farzana Bibi's parents accused her husband, Muhammad Iqbal, of kidnapping her, and had filed a case against him at the High Court.

However, she testified to police that she had married him of her own accord. Police said the couple had been engaged for a number of years.

As she arrived at the court building for a hearing, police said about a dozen family members pulled her aside and began to attack her and her husband, who managed to escape.

Police official Umer Cheema told Reuters that all the family members escaped after the killing, apart from her father, who has admitted his role in her death.

The BBC's Shumaila Jaffery says marriage against the wishes of relatives is culturally unacceptable in some parts of Pakistan.

Under Pakistani law, the victim's family is allowed to forgive the killer. However, in many cases family members are themselves responsible for the killing.

Guy Talks About First Time He Asked a Girl Out, They're Now Married

Posted: 28 May 2014 02:04 AM PDT


Remember my post on firsts? For this young couple, today being Children's day in Nigeria is the anniversary of the first time they ever met, and the first time the guy had to ask a girl out. Bidemi was still a teenager in secondary school when he went with h his school mates for a march past at a Lagos stadiums and there was pressure to "toast" his first babe. His wife, also named Bidemi, was the lady selected to help him pass through this manhood rite. Hilarious! Read on for his account...



(May 27,2003) It was a normal day 4 students n children and as usual,we all converged @ d stadium 4 fun.

After some minutes,one of my naughty friends asked me: Who is your girlfriend? I answered: don't worry, I have not seen my taste. They all booed me and said that's what I say all d time.

They all decided to test whether I was man enough 2 approach a girl or not. I was frightened coz I was such a shy person. I pleaded against the idea that next time,I would surprise them.

They declined too that *today na today* one of them,Deji by name went into d midst of where many students gathered and came back with a dark skinned lady. Guess what I said as excuse? I said "I hate dark gels.They are like devil to me" they are pushed me out saying "you see one,you they complain".

If you can talk to this one, then we believe You are man enough. East became West,South became North.The 4 Cardinal point then met in my head. I summoned up courage because if I ddnt, class would be very hot 4 me d next day.I attended boys only and they really knew hw to make jest of someone until you cry n beg 4 mercy.

The whole school would know what happened. I moved closer to this dark lady with one thing in my mind. *It won't pass slap now*. With galaxy of confusion on what to say and how,I spoke with fidgety at last. "My name is Saheed Bidemi" she replied: *I am Fatima Bidemi*. I was soooo happy and my mind was coming back to normal.She was even bearing same name with me I said in my mind. I couldn't say much,I asked the school she was attending nd her class and she replied in good manner.

Now how do I propose? Hmmmmmm. No word to use and infact,one mind was telling me to just tell her that's all. Another said,say it anyhow. Then I followed my 2nd mind and said "Can we be close friends? Using my hands 2 gesticulate d world *close* by locking my 2 index fingers against each other beacuse she could hardly hear d word *close* from my mouth.

Immediately I said that, my heart was already in my throat. She paused for 3seconds and said: "No,am not interested". Guess what, to me, whether yes or no,my mission has been accomplished. In the corner of my left eye,I could see my friends,Deji,Isa and Alonge charging me up by signalling thumps up. After her response,I said thank you, and kept quiet. After some seconds of silence, she asked me" can I go please?" With all the joy from my heart, I smiled and said Yes. I was happy for two things:

1. I won against my friends.
2. I broke the deadlock of How to Approach a lady.

I ddnt even care about her response. She left and I returned to my fwends with a very huge smile. They all ran towards me and hug me. Now you are a man they said. I even told them she said YES (Students' things nw). They said that was rehearsal 4 me that for them to believe am a man,I must go 2nd round. I almost fainted. With reluctance and argument, another gel was brought. This one was taller than me. I feared. Whew!!! I summoned up courage. I have done this once, so I could go again. I repeated the same process as that of the first approach but this girl seemed to *sabi* English than I did then.

Many questions I couldn't answer coz I ddnt knw what to say. I was new in the game. I only took up academic challenge then but this challenge seemed like wall of Jericho. I hurriedly discharged her before she disgrace me. I went with my head up to my friends and they saluted me. They said "Now,we are friends and we believe you be baba".

The second day at school, rumour travels faster than plane. Some were hailing me and some were asking questions how did it go? I replied with great smile,as usual now. I was so happy. I gained respect from this guys. Hey!!! that was d last time I saw the 2 girls nor write to them. Only our parents were using phones then. So,no way to contact.

After a year and some months,I heard that "My dark skinned girl* was attending my former lesson. I rote to her many times and she replies after I could let her rest. Her letter was 4 pages of higher education note book with 10 different questions.. Whew!!! At last, I sat after school with my friends and we did justice to the questions.

She later invited me to come. I went to see her after school and I took along 2 greeting cards ; success in exam card and I love you card. That was how I became a lover and that *Dark skinned girl that looks like devil* then, is my very beautiful wife and divine companion today. That event was about 10years ago.

So, @ every children's day celebration. I always remmber that funny day and laughed. She used to tease me most times coz of the drama I was acting infront of her that day. LOLLLLL


First shared on Nairaland

What Are The Yardsticks We Measure Women By? Regina Askia Williams

Posted: 28 May 2014 01:07 AM PDT


Coming on the heels of the bride price debate [read here], former beauty queen and veteran Nollywood actress Regina Askia Williams wrote an interesting article about the identity of Nigerian woman and the societal pressures and demands placed around her marital status, age and what she does with her private parts. She shared the following on her Facebook page.


I just read a social media fight between two people I know and I chuckle to myself because my friend was blowing some hot words there - she was really vexed. Reading through the literary missiles, a few questions came to mind. Why is it that, generally when Nigerians fight their profanity centers around a woman's marital status, her age and to top off the insults, her private parts? Are these the yardsticks that we measure our women by? The marital status thing. Does it mean when a woman is not married she has no identity, she is less of a person or what? For a Nigerian woman to get any type of respect there has to be a man in the picture in what ever capacity? So it does not matter if you are wife number 6 at least you are wife? There is a vulgar saying that goes "Toto wey nobody get, na everybody get am". For real? That pretty much means that a woman unattached is nothing but a mobile body part that anyone can do anything to or with.....chaaii!!

And so begins the race where mothers groom and condition their daughters to believe that their ultimate duty on Gods earth is to "find a man and born for am". I have often listened to educated folks down so much on women with comments like "They should have no say, after all they are going to get married off", Women think with their butts not their heads and my respect meter for them swings all the way dooownnn!! When we have more respect for our women we will begin to do better as a society. If you want to know the quality of men in any society look at how the women of that society are being treated. Of course its not all Nigerians but there's too many with this notion and something must be said.

The age factor. - Another sexist point of view. With notion of the one goal she must accomplish , the female now believes young and juicy is preference especially if you are at the other side of the biological clock and still have not found a man. So some of my soul sisters have designed a calibration where at 30. birthdays are celebrated every 3 years and at 40 every 4 years. Meaning if you are 30 you will turn 31 after 3 years ......so instead of kicking the other side of 40s with me my friends are mostly still 38. Where we could have fabulous and very accomplished women, celebrating milestones, sharing wisdom of lessons learned over the years, we have we see strong women dumbing down, hiding behind numbers, and an arsenal of paraphernalia that will ensure they don't get old.

Look at any photographs of big chicks at any event, we all look bothered. Why? Shoes are biting, wigs are squeezing, body magic trying to snuff out the last breath. Sometimes we are dropping body parts, nails dropping , eye lashes hanging........Lord have mercy. Check out the Louboutins, Louis Vuittons, Micheal Kors, name them, all in competition with the other as we live out social constructs designed to forever keep us mentally emotionally and even physically impoverished (How? Story for another day). We need to love and accept ourselves.

Finally, the woman's private parts. The immediate way to gauge a persons mental quality is how he talks about a woman. It has nothing to with swag, bragado or just being a bad boy, a man who refers to a woman as a body part is quite simply an iIDIOT no if , ands, or buts, just keep it moving. I find it very disturbing that of the myriad of problems in Nigeria, there recently was a move to put in the constitution the legality of underage marriage as opposed to making laws against pedophiles. Its disturbing that what an individual decides to do with their private parts became a matter of national debate and outcry but HIV, malaria, food shortage and Ebola (currently knocking on our doors) are decimating the populace.

These attitudes and perceptions of put out or shut up, money for hand back for ground are slowly turning our princess daughters into sex slaves, our turning our sisters and mothers into glorified prostitutes. If you have ever watched a pack of animals - you notice that they eat, fight, mate and sleep. The more highly evolved the animal in question the more organized their activities and interactions with group members. If this is our national psyche, then the women of Nigeria have a long road to walk because we must declare this consciousness unacceptable. This is not who we are and we can do better. We must point our daughters towards higher ideals and goals. We need a mind reorientation and perception which must begin with an honest look at the person in the mirror. Our men must once again learn to respect womanhood. Merit ought to take its place once again. Lets us as a people rise again. Where do we start??

Book Excerpt - The Break Up Recipe by Munir Bello

Posted: 28 May 2014 12:03 AM PDT


Amy Jacobs is the office hottie. A cute little blonde twenty something who is very friendly and quite frankly incredibly bangable. When we started working together the guys at the office took bets to see who could get her into bed. I'd like to state to the jury that I abstained from this exercise as I didn't quite agree with objectifying a work colleague. Try as he might, Tate did any and everything he could to win this challenge. He would run out and get her lunch or offer to go for drinks with her after work. Nothing ever came of it. What made it even sweeter was that I was always within hearing distance when he got rejected. It meant he could never make up a story about giving her the brush off.


I noticed that Amy had a thing for me. Whenever I came into work there would always be a big compliment or a hot chocolate (most of the time both) waiting for me. Now I'm not going to lie and say that I wasn't flattered by it all but I thought that it was a bad idea to get involved with work colleagues as it all tends to end badly. There is also the small inconvenience of ending up as office gossip. I didn't want any of my oddities exposed. The more I spoke to her the more we both found we had in common. She liked the same movies and found my jokes hilarious, which was a big turn on for my ego.

It got to a point in the office where every time I was talking to Amy everybody was craning their necks to hear what we were saying to each other. We took our lunch breaks together and got to know each other very well. We started meeting up after work for drinks or dinner but at no point did it ever get physical. Thank the Lord my cock was behaving itself! We had nicknames for each other. She called me lamb chop because of my unfortunate surname and I called her rubber ducky because of her youth. This naturally caused our colleagues to assume that something was going on.

One night when we went out we got quite drunk and started speaking very openly to each other. It turned out that she had been single ever since she broke up with her ex boyfriend a year before. The reason behind this was because he cheated on her. The manner in which she caught him at it left a scar and she wasn't very trusting of men. It turns out that she was meant to be visiting her aunty but when she got to the train station due to bad weather the train was cancelled. She went to get a coffee and wait until the snow settled and after an hour she decided to go home.

On her walk home she noticed that she hadn't heard from her boyfriend to make sure that she was ok and there was no text message. She decided to surprise him by going to their local Chinese take out to order in their favourite food. She then left the restaurant and crossed the road to get home into what she hoped would be warmth and her boyfriends arms. When she opened the door she noticed that there was a pair of high heels that didn't belong to her. On the dining table there were two glasses of wine and an empty bottle. One of the glasses had a lipstick mark. She then saw a trail leading to their bedroom of discarded clothing. When she opened the door what did she see? It was her beloved, darling boyfriend handcuffed to the bedpost being straddled by a woman but not just any woman it was her cousin. Ouch!

After her cousin got dressed and had a bit of a shouting match with Amy the cousin made a swift and very graceless exit. Amy then confronted her boyfriend who at this point might I add was still erect. He had nothing to say for himself. Seeing as she was stood at the foot of the bed he kept having to move his head round so that his erection wasn't in the way in order to make proper eye contact. She immediately packed her bags and called a friend who happened to live very close by. The friend took Amy in and after several trips to and from the flat she moved out.

All this time the boyfriend was still handcuffed to the bed and very much erect. His begging and pleading fell on deaf ears. Amy shut the door to the flat and never saw him again. She at least knows that he somehow made it out of the bed because he repeatedly called and sent messages to her although she cannot be sure that it wasn't his penis that tapped the keys. He was history.

I guess after hearing that story I was even more determined to not sleep with this girl and break her heart. I figured that she'd already had a rough ride with the male species and I certainly wasn't going to be the one to send her to the shrinks chair. The subject of her affection for me remained the elephant in the room but never once came up in conversation. I could always feel her eyes burning into me pleading with me to offer my lips for a kiss but again I resisted, we however one day had a very close call on one of our nights out.

We had become so comfortable when speaking to each other that we would talk about any subject from sex to politics. This particular night we went out and got very drunk and because neither of us were working the next day we weren't in much of a rush to get home. I had a book with me which Amy agreed to put into her bag and on this particular night the sexual tension between us was very evident. She asked what my favourite position was (woman on top) and asked how I liked it done. I tried explaining but couldn't quite articulate. She then straddled me on my chair and asked me to show her. My dick would have smashed a concrete block at this point and she could feel the effect of what she had done. Just as quickly as she had straddled me she had gotten of to sit down at her chair with a knowing smile. Once again we both acted like this was perfectly normal

The night came to an end and as is always the way I took her to her bus stop and waited with her to get her bus. We said goodnight to each other and as I got on my bus I suddenly realised that I didn't have my book. I sent her a text to tell her this and her response was a text with her address asking me to come over to pick it up as she was already home. I kept thinking to myself that I could stay on the bus and pick it up in the daytime but I was on a really good chapter that I was keen to finish so I got off and got in a cab to her place.

On my way to her place I called John and told him the predicament. "Whatever you do bro do not fuck her" was all he kept saying to me repeatedly. I told him I wouldn't but he wasn't buying it. He knew that we'd had a fair bit to drink and that we had a flirtatious relationship with each other. Even the fucking cab driver, who had overheard my conversation on the phone told me not to mix business with pleasure. Apparently I was the only person who thought that I was simply going to go there, pick up my book and head off. The cab finally pulled up to her place and he asked me if he should wait for me. I told him that wouldn't be necessary. I paid the man and he drove off with a knowing smile. I was determined to prove both him and John wrong.

I knock on the door and Amy opens it wearing the shortest hot pants and the tightest vest top showing off every inch of her beautiful body. She hasn't come down with my book and has invited me upstairs. My brain is telling me to chill out. "Maybe she just wants to chat for a bit, I can do that". When we get upstairs she asks me if I'm hungry and before I respond serves us both a plate of freshly made pasta and then pours us both a glass of wine. After we finish the most silent dinner I have ever had I go to the toilet and when I lock the door behind me I pull my dick out to give it a pep talk. "You're just friends, do not have sex with her because it will complicate things!" Even as I'm saying all this I know that a part of me won't mind as I'm still picturing the outfit she had on. I'm in trouble.

I've now come out of the toilet and she asks me if I'd like a tour of the flat. I see no harm in that and so I get shown everywhere. All her flatmates are out so we are home alone. The last place I see is her bedroom. She then asks me to come sit on her bed and watch TV with her. I pretend to think nothing of it and sit with her. She casually positions her self so that her head is on my chest and we're just sat down watching TV. At this point my heart is thumping and I don't think that we're just two friends sat down watching TV anymore. She turns around and plants a kiss on my mouth and in my brain I am thinking that I really want to but I shouldn't so I pull away and tell her that I think I better go.

I'm not going to lie I had never been so tempted but the competitive and sensible person inside of me didn't want to prove John and the cab driver right by giving in to my sexual urges. I also didn't want to risk getting involved with someone I work with, as I didn't want to complicate things at work. I made a mental note that if either of us was to leave the workplace that I would call Amy in the hope of going all the way. I felt a lot of different things. I felt really bad for her because I didn't want her to think that she was ugly. I was mad with myself for not going all the way as she was absolutely stunning but the feeling that dominated my thoughts was a smug self- satisfaction knowing that I had not succumbed in a position that 9 out of 10 men would have succumbed to. I thought I was the shit. My penis was incredibly upset with me to say the least and continuously piped up to give his opinion. He even spat on my belly

When I got home I called Amy to tell her that I didn't want her to think I wasn't attracted to her because that was far from the truth. I had grown over the course of the time I'd known her to really respect her and care for her and I didn't want to throw away our friendship for a romantic encounter that could go wrong. Our friendship from that day sadly was never the same and she didn't take it well when Samantha came into my life.


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About the book;

Mark Mutton, a funny, cynical salesman has just been made aware that with 4 weeks, 5 days and 14 hours to go before their wedding, that it is off by Samantha Johnson, his fiancée. He has a series of comical flashbacks before arriving back to the moment. Mark has led a hilarious existence and he is proud to share them with you. You're taken on a tour of his view on relationships, sex and dating. This is a novel about relationships from the point of view of a man boy. Classic Man-Lit for women.


Munir Bello was born in Nigeria and moved to England at the age of 10. He went to school in Sussex and then University in Essex. He currently lives alone in Maida Vale, London. His first book is called, "The Break Up Recipe" which has become an underground success and is continuously growing. He has plans to write further books on a variety of subjects.
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