The Desperate woman of The 21st Century

I want to talk about the woman of the 21st century and desperation. 

In a country where an analysis into the ratio of boys to girls is 6:1, it is expected that the ladies don't find it too challenging mixing up with the men. The men should be the ones crying out as a result of insufficient number of girls to go round the population assuming the ladies are to be distributed to every guy but the twist to this is that the guys aren't panicking. The ladies are the ones panicking. Why is it so? Why are the ladies not getting what they want? Are the guys not competent enough? Are the guys not interested in the ladies? Are they not man enough to approach the ladies? So many questions begging. Now I will use real life situations to relate to this topic. 

The phone rings at midnight precisely 3am. You probably was not sleeping yet. Probably roaming around the house. You pick up the call and behold it's a ladies voice. Now we guys have this inbuilt excitement when it's a chilling voice of a lady at the other end of the line when you pick up your call especially when you didn't recognise the number before picking the call.
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Meet The Lady Who can Have About 50 Orgasms a Day

This is no laughing matter. 22-year-old, Amanda Gryce says her life is being ruined by constant multiple orgasms.

According to Amanda:

'I can have 50 orgasms in one day and five or ten within an hour of each other. It happens when I'm with my friends or out in public and it's very embarrassing.
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'It kills me inside. I just have to put on a smile and pretend that nothing's wrong.

'Orgasms are supposed to be a good feeling but I've had them every day for so long now that I'm living with constant fear and shame.'

 
She added: 'At my lowest points, I have thought about suicide but I had to reassure myself that I would never resort to something like that and that it wasn't going to happen to me.'


The reason for the daily onslaught of orgasms is a rare condition known as Persistent Sexual Arousal Syndrome or PSAS, which first manifested when Gryce was just eight years old.
  She added: When I lost my virginity I was left emotional and disappointed. It didn't make me feel better. The guy that I was with seemed sympathetic at first but then used my condition to get more sex.'I've been with a few guys since but it's difficult- I've found some guys are even intimidated.'Thankfully I've had the courage to tell my family and they have all been very understand and supportive.' 'I get people say I'm making it up and that I'm really a nymphomaniac but I don't let it faze me. 'I just now hope that there will one day be more understanding of this condition and my story will give just one other person the courage to get support.' 'It is not pleasurable: you could say it has become a torture. This condition controls your life completely and it is like living a nightmare.'

And this is how she controls it with this positions (up and down pics).

 

Nigerian lady sentenced to 80 years in prison over deaths of toddlers in her care

24 year old Nigerian/American woman, Jessica Tata, was sentenced to 80 years in prison on Monday November 20th after being found guilty of the death of one of four children killed in a fire at her home day care in Houston.

16-month-old Elias Castillo and three other toddlers died after Tata left them unsupervised at her home while she went to a nearby store. Prosecutors say she left a pan of oil cooking atop a stovetop burner and that this ignited the February 2011 blaze. There were 7 children when the fire started, four died, three survived.

Tata still faces three more counts of felony murder in relation to the other children who died, and three counts of abandoning a child and two counts of reckless injury to a child in relation to three who were hurt. So she will be getting more years added to the 80 as other cases come up.
to bad for her. one wrong step she took has cost her, her entire life. We all know she is guilty of this charges. am just sorry for her.

Lady Gaga Strips To Bra & Panties To Describe Eating Disorder

There’s been a lot of attention paid to Lady Gaga‘s weight gain recently, but the pop diva has responded to the chatter with a blog post revealing a battle with an eating disorder! Here is what she said.
“My weight/loss/gain since I was child has tormented me. No amount of help has ever healed my pain about it. But you have. My boyfriend [Taylor Kinney] prefers me curvier. When I eat and am healthy and not so worried about my looks, I’m happy. Happier than I’ve ever been. I am not going to go on a psycho-spree because of scrutiny.”

Photo:LADY GAGA REVEALS TATTOO NUMBER 11

Lady Gaga has shared a picture of her latest tattoo on her little monster website displaying an anchor on the left side of her ribcage.

She also wrote ‘thanks Hank and Amsterdam for my new ink’.

The same day the singer who is currently on tour was spotted walking around Netherlands with her boyfriend Taylor Kinney.

In March 2011, the 26-year-old native New Yorker explains why all of her tattoos are on the left side of her body. It was actually per my father’s request, he asked that I remain one side slightly normal’ she said.

Gaga has 10 other tattoos on her body, including a unicorn on her left thigh and a peace sign on the inside of her left wrist.Prior to getting her anchor tattoo, Gaga had the word ARTPOP inked on the outside of her left forearm; it serves as a title of her forth coming studio album. The new album will be released early 2013.

Gaga will also make her debut film appearance in Robert Rodriguez’s upcoming movie Machete Kills, where she will play the role of La Chameleón.

PHOTO OF THE DAY: LADY GAGA WITHOUT MAKEUP...the truth aint always pretty

meet lady gaga without makeup. Not so pleasant right! lols. not all that glitter is gold..what do you think guys?

Letter of lady Floral Shaw to Sir Lord Lugard suggesting the name "NIGERIA"

Here in this white bread, with a burning lamp and an overflowing pool of thoughts, I put ink on paper. Though it is not much compared to that at Woolwich, I like the shelter here. In the mornings, the window at the back of the house presents the young bronze sun with a thousand birds streaking beneath, appearing like moving black dots on the crystal sky.
The evenings are not any less artistic. These times from the sitting room window, I will watch the dashing aged sun melt into the distant horizon where the earth keeps a date with it, beautiful and sweet, like an orange sliced in two, and then of course the noisy birds would prance through again, appearing this time like a painting.
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I mustn't fail to tell you of Bundu- A fourteen year old lad from the eastern tribe, he has been my house help and tour guide. This boy, with skin of ebony and deep darting eyes picks up the English language in a day faster than I could do French in a year. He is like a cat, highly intelligent, humble and introverted. The other day when Whittingham and Darlington visited they called him a 'clean imperial material' and I didn't particularly find that patriotic, as did Bundu.

Bundu tells me of this land as if they came into being before his very eyes, he talks of distant wars and stories that seems only valid in an epic novels with mind stretching fiction- still, I know with the little I have seen around that they are as true as water.

I must tell you how I met this unusual lad - before Bundu, my guide had been Osifor, a brash young man with feminine brilliance and unearthly features, though articulate in the languages, I found him rather too ambitious.

It was Osifor who took me round the eastern tribe to a village whose name I have long given up on pronouncing but should sound more like an 'Ama Enedibo Cha'. There at Ama Enedibo Cha, I met the chief whose name my indomitable pen has neither the wits nor the grace to attempt. The chief, very charismatic in my eyes, organised a carnival in my honour; they thought me the Queen. Oh! Lord Lugard how hospitable are these people of the central Sudan!?

The carnival proper was a bonfire of sort. There were drummers ebulliently pounding stretched lion skin on carved wood. Strong dark lasses, vibrated their beaded waists very dramatically, yet to the rhythm of the drummers. Then, there came the wrestlers, fierce looking lads with globules of sweat dotted on their godly frame. They remind me of gladiators, only more natural, more majestic and less cynical. They fought fiercely- the wrestlers, twisting themselves this way and that with skill, precision, and super human strength more towering than the bridge at Stamford.

May I suggest that the royal army of Queen Victoria put these men into consideration?  The entire occasion, just a tad beneath its crescendo rammed into a wall most unfortunate. He was brought in, scantily clothed, tied like an animal with raffia palm fronds. The palace guards, who were no less gigantic than the wrestlers hurled him this way and that, crashed his good natured face on the brown earth, then they placed him on something, something strange though it easily could be an alter "Separate his cursed head from the body", the chief ordered with the impression that my adrenaline was as surging as that of the cheering crowd.

"What's his offence?"

"He is an Osu."  The chief told me, grinning broadly.

"What's an Osu?"

Then the chief still grinning cynically, in a bid to convince me that the lad needed execution, began his narration

"You see madam, the origin of the Osu's are very much conflicting. In the version we believe here, they were slaves who committed a sacrilege by stealing from the gods and then eloping with their loots into many villages. They attract curses the way palm oil attracts ants, it was their unsuspecting hosts who suffered more. Any land they go yield no crops, streams dry up, epidemics seizes all the young ones and so on and so forth. The gods curse any land they set their feet on'

"How do you identify one?" I asked him.          
"As soon as we begin to get the first signs we consult the oracle, who shows them to us. Besides that, they are easy to spot. They steal, kill, deflower all the young women or in the case of a female Osu they lay with half the men in the land. They are worse than witches".

"I don't care, I want that boy spared" I demanded.

"Madam you don't know these people, they are bad. If you see a snake and an Osu in the bush, kill the Osu before you kill the snake". The chief told me.

"Untie him" I commanded.

"Okay madam but we cannot let him stay here; we shall banish him in the stead".
"I will take him".

"But madam these people are..."

"Humans! Untie him".

They untied the boy and brought him towards me. The boy stared at me with eyes like a burning glass and a countenance that belonged to an angered demon. At first I was afraid of this lad, but that fear soon dissolved when he said 'Thank you, Queen of London'

"Call me lady Lugard, what's your name?"

He said his name is  Bundu, This Bundu, I write to you about. The Bundu Wittingham and Darlington called a clean imperial product.

That fateful day the gentlemen visited, I seemed to have been possessed by demons. I did a thing most unlady-like by walking them out of my cottage for no reason I can debate upon. That night, I attempted finishing the last paragraph of my novel in vain. Perhaps I had hit a writer's bloc as words happily eluded me; I tried and tried but only earned a migraine. I would have made with a cup of tea only that Bundu was fast asleep in the sitting room couch and I thought it rude to wake him up. So, I went out into the cold night to find some peace. And peace I did find.

That night, the flowers waltzed with the gently whirling winds. The air was blue, easy to soak in, cooling to my nerves. Then there came- first as faint distant drones- drumbeats from another village. Feelings of nostalgia instantly sipped through me. I have heard these same drums in over a hundred villages I have been to in this land. For a people so strong, so diverse, so nourished by culture and nature, I think together they will make a formidable brand. I discarded the novel that night and rather did an article for THE TIMES.

In that article I bring to surface the beauty of this land which is packaged in poetry and history and magic. I highlighted a good deal of the gains of amalgamation for both the tribes and the crown. I honestly think the name 'Royal Niger Company Territories' is a tad too long, also the popularised name of 'Central Sudan' by merchants and diplomats is highly unrepresentative of people of these parts. The river Niger causes countless fantasies from not just romantics but people all around the world. I sincerely believe the Niger area, which should be spelt as Nigeria is as convenient as it is romantic.

I anticipate a reply.

Thank you

Floral Shaw

Culled from PremiumTimes

FASHION FAB: First Lady Michelle Obama Is Crazy For POLKA DOTS!

First Lady Michelle Obama isn't shy about her love for polka dots.  And since she's become a fashion icon in her own right, it's a trend everyone is going for this summer.
Prints, bold colors, and bright mismatches took over the spring.  Now stars, stripes and dots are taking over this summer.  And we've noticed Mrs. O is crazy for dots!

This Tuesday, pictured on the far left, the President's better half made an appearance back home in Chicago at The Standard Club in a white flowy Jason Wu dress doused with black polka dots and a black sheer overlay with white polka dots at the top.  And completed the look with her signature belted waist.