SPECIAL RESPONSE TO TOP 9 LIES GIRLS/WOMEN TELL

20 Jun

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Back in January I came up with a list of 9 lies girls/women tell (read it HERE) and I got a barrage of responses from, you guessed it, girls/women from all spheres of life. Many threatened to beat me for compiling such a list. A few agreed with me while others responded with jibes of their own. The stand out comment of them all was posted by Oma. She took my list and ripped it to shreds with a bunch of hilarious responses/defense for each lie. Here they are…

 

9. “I’m fine” simply means “you aint worth the stress” ( ˘˘̯)

 

8. “I’ll b ready in a minute”- you’ve got to wait 4 her, even if she takes hours to wear her mascara, babes like her are hard to come by. Please count your blessings & stop whining! (๏̯๏)

 

7. “I’m not materialistic. I just need a man who will love me”- Yes she’s not materialistic! I mean, does demanding for love (and a Veyron Bugatti) qualify as materialistic? It’s only a car anyway!

 

6. “I’m not that type of girl”- NO she’s not! Cos if she were, den she wouldn’t be dating a broke ass like him! Duh!!!

 

5. “He’s my uncle”- well he is! Did u run a DNA test to prove otherwise? Please get busy with something worthwhile and stop hounding me! Insecurity really does suck!

 

4. “Lia, lia I don’t bleach o. I only tone”- well, uhm… Uhmm… U see, d doctor recommended hydroquinone for my skin condition. I have impetigo! I don’t exactly bleach. You should sympathize with me and not mock me! (۳º̩̩́_º̩̩̀)۳

 

3. “I have only slept with (X) guys before you”- well… Who’ll cast d first stone! ( ˘˘̯)

 

2. “It’s your baby”- it has to be your baby! He’s as ugly as you anyway! ( ˘˘̯)

 

1. “I’m on my period”… Well, I just don’t want you coming close to me at d minute. Not until u do something about your halitosis! Till then… I’ll keep having my period!!! (ò.̯Ó)

 

 

Special SHOUT OUT to Oma. God bless you for cracking us up.And where have you been? We miss your comments.

 

 

If you have a hilarious/crazy list like this, please its a crime to hoard it, send it to theunbiasedcoin@gmail.com and we’ll share it.

 

 

SIX LESSONS FROM MY TRIP TO ERIN IJESHA

19 Jun

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Erin Ijesha is just a beautiful place east of Ilesha in Osun state. Nature thrives in resplendent glory unperturbed by nefarious influences of the West and technology. Straddling two states, the mountain boasts of a waterfall (Olumirin waterfall) which you don’t get to see until you have climbed the first set of rocks. It is as though it were saying you must prove yourself worthy. My visit was quite spontaneous. I’d been there before – about ten years ago – but going there last weekend was like my first time all over again. There are seven levels, the waterfall features on the first to fourth. No, I did not get to the top; I was told.  The climb itself gives you a shot of adrenaline, and the sheer ecstasy of sitting beneath the waterfall, having it beat upon your head – that feeling is out of this world. Rather than bore you trying to capture moments that cannot be justly done so with the written word, I would advise you take the hike for yourself whenever you can. So let’s get down to the business of the day, shall we?

 

  • Poor packaging of sites of tourism.

One of the things I observed with dismay was yet another proof of our lack of development and preservation of sites of national importance. I mean, this is Erin ijesha, a goldmine in the tourism industry, inspirer of several poems and stories, destination of many a pilgrimage, and what do we find?  The roads leading to the place are all untarred. The village looks like something out of those Mac Millian textbooks we read in primary school. There isn’t even a sign pointing to the place – you could miss your way. And on the rock itself, the protective railings have mostly given way. Apparently someone had undertaken the noble task of hewing steps out of the rocks to make the climb easier only to give up mid way to the second level. There is no tour guide, no brochure. Basically each man is on their own. And you say I should climb to the top. I choose life.

 

  • Many of us are unfit.  

After just about twenty minutes of mountain climbing, many of us were huffing and puffing, including yours sincerely. *blush* I was even beginning to wonder if there shouldn’t have been some form of medical exam made compulsory before the climb, but what do I know? And here I had thought I was fit. I put on a better showing than most of the members of my party so it was still alright though.

 

  • One trip makes you an expert.

Naturally on your way up, you would meet people coming down on their return journey. They would badger you with all sorts of unsolicited advice and sometimes outright rude remarks:  “Ah, you’re tired? You’ve not started o!” “The place is still far!” Even those that didn’t make it up to the first level will be advising you: “Take your time, no rush. E still far.” Did I ask you? *hiss*

 

  • We have our own pool of Bethsaida.

I saw one woman climbing, more like hobbling, up on crutches and I’m like, Whoa! Hold on. What on earth is going on here?! There was no mishap, unless of course the fact that she caused a serious bottleneck and many kindhearted brothers proceeded to render assistance by giving her generous backside the much needed push. Someone explained to me that the waterfall is a pool of Bethsaida of sorts. Mythology has it that the goddess of the waterfall from whose mouth gushes the waters imbues with fertility and healing depending on the faith of the user. No, that bit was from Google, not my friend. Google is truly your friend.

 

  • Nigerians are truly the happiest people in the world.

I was surprised at the large turnout of people there. Having fun, drinking, eating, partying. Many of them were even corpers who have not been paid state allowee for the past six months, but would we allow a trivial thing like that dampen our spirits? Party on jor!

 

  • There’s rock climbing aso ebi.

Yes o. There is. Initially I thought it was just a husband and wife thing which seemed kind of cute, but for the life of me I just couldn’t fathom why a woman would want to wear long skirt and be climbing rock. What if it catches on a rock or twig and you lose your balance and fall? *shudders* I’m not even going to talk about the chances of it being ruined because if it was that special you wouldn’t have worn it in the first place. Ehen o! After I saw those ones, I started seeing other people wearing the same uniform. It was a red Ankara. Thumbs up to my Yoruba people you have done it again, aso ebi for all occasions.

That’s all! *drops mic*

Phebe

TRENDING TALES BY TORCHLIGHT vol. 66 (pictures)

18 Jun

Ladies and Gents, its crazy picture time.

Please laugh responsibly.

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THAT MOMENT WHEN YOU ENCOUNTER A SOLDIER AND YOU REALIZE POLICE IS TRULY YOUR FRIEND

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WEDDING MADE IN GHANA

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OGA BUT THIS NO BE BASKETBALL NA

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TRENDING TALES BY TORCHLIGHT vol 65 (pictures)

7 Jun

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10 THINGS YOU PROBABLY DIDNT KNOW ABOUT MICHAEL FREESOUL

30 May

10. My legs are a combo of “K” and “bow”. “Only me one o”. Lol.

9. I used to have 6 fingers. (Yeah I’m a mutant)

8. My first crush was Eyitayo. We grew up on the same street.

7. I have a 33rd tooth.

6. I haven’t seen any of the Men in Black or Terminator movies.

5. Rain fell on the day earmarked to celebrate my 10th birthday and almost ruined it.

4. I can’t drive.

3. I’m a south paw.

2. My first relationship lasted 5 months and one day.

1. It irks me when people spell my name as “Micheal”. Its “Michael” people. “A” before “E”.

I wrote “Michael” when I filled the form for my ATM card but somehow the idiot (forgive my French) thought I made a mistake in spelling my own name, MY OWN NAME, and corrected it. Now my ATM card has “Micheal” on it. *angryface* Lol.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

Michael Freesoul

FEVERED KISSES, THE FINAL INSTALLMENT

29 May

…Based on true events.

‘What the fuck were you thinking?!’ I had never sworn in my whole life. ‘Are you mad? Is something wrong with your brain?’ Now that I could see he was okay, a form of fury I had never known filled me. Here I was sick to death with worry, and he was there having a pity party, drinking Chianti. It was not lost on me that an innocuous stain had catapulted me into an anosmic frenzy; I was that frazzled. For a moment I was scared he would retaliate, that there was still something left of the anger. But he didn’t; merely stared at me listlessly with those brown puppy eyes. Something wasn’t adding up. I looked around for evidence of hard drugs but couldn’t find any.
‘Oh my God, don’t ever, ever, do that again!’ I shouted as the tears came pouring down. I sat hard on the floor and through the tears I could see my future. Questions raced through my fuddled mind. Could I handle this? Would he turn on me one day? Could he ever overcome this? Would he? I doubted. I am not a proponent of settling with someone in the hopes that they would change. I could see that this would be a hostile environment for a child to grow up in. I made up my mind. My heart was smashed to smithereens, much like the mirror he had destroyed. I felt betrayed by Tanure and his psychosis – there was no other name I could call it. This was not the happy ever after we had planned. And I had kissed the guy.
I also questioned my own sanity: what had even attracted me to him in the first place? I thought of the signs – the ones I had chosen to ignore – shoving me when we were having an argument; shouting me down; moping for days over the slightest disagreements. I wept for myself – I felt so abashed. I should have known better. Perhaps this was what Uju had seen in his eyes. They do say that the eyes are a window to the soul. She had never told me what she didn’t like about him. The only time we had spoken about it, she’d said, ‘Something about his eyes.’ I had merely hugged her and said she felt that way because she didn’t know him, that she would love him once she did. She had not said anything since, but I had noticed the stiffness in their relationship. It was very unlike her. ‘Give it time.’ I had told myself. I guess the joke was on me now.
Aloud, I said, ‘I can’t handle this. I’m leaving you. It’s over.’
That seemed to get his attention. He looked at me, like he couldn’t believe his ears. He must have thought I was joking because his lips split in a half smile. When he saw my granite-set face, however, he reconsidered and began to beg.
‘Please don’t.’ he groveled. ‘I’ll change. I don’t know what came over me. I’ll work on it I promise.’
‘Okay. Fine.’ I said. ‘I want you to work on it for yourself, not for me. You obviously have a lot of issues. I pray you’ll overcome them but I won’t be with you anymore.’
‘Please!’ tears began to drop. ‘You’re the only good thing in my life. Please don’t let me lose you. Don’t let what they said come true.’
I knew ‘they’ meant Ghenero. My heart twisted in my tiny, clogged up chest. I guess it was my maternal instinct at play – he looked so forlorn.
‘I can’t.’ I said, my own tears still trickling. ‘I just can’t. I’m sorry.’
He knelt beside me, plastered my face with kisses. ‘Baby, please, I’m begging. Don’t go. I’ll change, I promise. What’s left of this miserable life if you go? I couldn’t stand it. I’ll kill myself!’
My expression did not change, but I was deeply troubled. It was the way he had said it – so calmly, so matter-of-factly, so resolutely. It frightened me. Then he sat down and began to weep. I couldn’t believe myself. My life was beginning to look like a badly scripted home video. I did not like it one bit. But what if he did follow through on his threat? The boy was not at home – I had just witnessed it firsthand. But if he threatened to commit suicide every time I wanted to break up, how could I ever leave? Wasn’t this how girls got stuck in abusive relationships? Hadn’t I scorned those same people and said how they had inferiority complex, did not know what was good for them, were idiots? Was I not now one of them?
I changed my stance. It was 2.30 am. Daylight would soon be upon us. I had nothing to lose. I told him I wasn’t going to leave him, gave him a glass of warm milk laced with piriton I sometimes took for my allergies – I always traveled with it. Then I asked him to lie down while I read from the Bible. It was the only thing I could think of doing. I didn’t even know where to start from but the Psalms and the Prophets seemed like a good antidote for the blues. I started with the Psalms, just reading random chapters. The irony was not lost on me. I felt ridiculously like David playing the harp to King Saul during his depressive episodes.
He was soon asleep, and while the sun was still making its daily climb over the serene horizon I kissed those soft lips one last time and left.

PHEBE

ONCE A CHILD

27 May

Once A Child

They grow so rapidly, it’s the truth;
So let your child luxuriate in youth.
For they like you should be able to say,
“I was once a child.”

Bless them when angry instead of venting;
Esteem issues you would be preventing.
And even though life is stressful,
You remember words are hurtful –
You remember you were once a child.

And you, would you be an example to you?
Do you live by what is true?
Would the child you were yesterday
Be proud of who you are today?
Remember when you were a child?

It’s a day for kids, yes, but I want you to enjoy –
The way you did when you were a girl, a boy
For you were once a child.

PHEBE

5 LESSONS FROM BBA SEASON 8 OPENING NIGHT

27 May

Big Brother Africa has returned for an 8th season, let the ladies and a few males (in touch with their feminine side) shout YIPEE!!!. Lol. As is customary with the highly anticipated show, it kicked off with an opening night hosted by the debonair IK. Viewers were introduced to the contestants/housemates and a few musical acts also graced the stage to sway the audience (in the studio and at home) Enough with the chit chat; let’s get down to business, here are the 5 lessons we leant from the BBA season 8 opening night:

5. “Hip-stars” everywhere

The manner in which contestants are chosen for the show has always been a mystery to simpletons like me. However, in the case of season 8, the selection process has been demystified; particularly in regards to the female members of the house. They were chosen by the size of their hips – that’s all!. With the exception of two housemates, every other female contestant is blessed with hips that will lie straight faced to your face. Shakira has got nothing, not a farthing, on them.

According to rumours that have been fallaciously contrived to suit this lesson, judges were reported to have carried measuring tapes into the audition venues. Now we know why.

Zeus help the brothers in the house. Help them ooooooo.

I opine that this season should be renamed; BBA Season 8: By their hips ye shall know them.

4. We didn’t hear “The Kick”, we saw “The Kick”

The Mavins stormed the stage to entertain us with different songs by artistes under their “esteemed” label. D’Prince continues to show us how extremely lucky he is to have a famous older brother. Some say a spare part shop in Ladipo was the original plan until his brother got famous and he discovered his talent (in this case lack of it) for music. But before D’Prince asked us what our selling point was, Don Baba J and Wande Cole serenaded us with the only hit the Mavin’s have recorded since the split with D’banj; “The Kick”.

Prior to yesterday’s performance, it was believed by many that “The Kick” was a sound due to the hook of the song which goes, “when you hear ‘The Kick’, make you start to wind”. However such beliefs were dissuaded when everyone beheld Don Jazzy’s backup dancers. “The Kick” is clearly not a sound.

In another rumour that has been cooked up in the pot of deceit and malicious lies intending to arouse giggling, it is said that the Mavins gave up on trying to make their stage performance any good so they hired dancers with “The Kick” (massive, bodacious kicks to be exact) to distract viewers from their eminent horrendous stage performance. To be honest, this insinuation is a bit farfetched even for rumour mongers but play back the performance in your head, was it worthy of a single clap?

A master stoke by the Don himself; he kept the talk about his dancer’s “Kicks” rather than his crew’s poor showing.

3. If at first you don’t succeed; try, try, try, again

Nigeria’s male contestant is Melvin and the “famzing” has already started on social media as people who know his gate man and dry cleaner are coming out to bask in a few minutes of “really, you know him?” Somewhere in the midst of the “famzing” though, news broke that this is Melvin’s third appearance on a reality show. He has been on previous editions of Gulder Ultimate Search and Mr. Nigeria. I think he was even second runner up in Mr. Nigeria. Not bad. As someone tweeted when this information reached social media; “THE HUSTLE IS REAL”. Yes o, it is real. $300,000 is nothing to laugh about. *straightface*

Melvin is a testament to the Nigerian doggedness in issues concerning bank notes. Maybe he’ll be third time lucky. As they say, third time is the charm.

At least if he doesn’t win, he can start tracing the source of his continuous reality show mishaps to his village as will be suggested by the unforgiving crowd that is Nigeria’s social media. Lol.

2. The house Diva is Nigerian

In every season of BBA since inception, one female contestant stands out as the house diva. Last year it was that Nicki Minaj look-a-like that got herself disqualified. This year the house diva is Beverley; Nigeria’s female contestant. She even said so herself. She’s a model and if you’re a fan of Nigerian music videos you must have seen her in a couple of them; yes she’s also a video vixen. A further dive into her background reveals that she dated rapper 2shots when she was just 19. I may be wrong (which is rare in such things) but she has that aura about her that screams, “Y’all should bow and kiss my big toe”. Hehehehehe. However, she faces stiff competition for the diva crown from Dellish; the hottest female contestant on the show this year just by a few yards though as the show is packed with hot “gehs”. Dellish, from Namibia, has the diva appeal as well. I guess big brother suspected as much and placed them in different sub-divisions of the house. Beverley is in the Diamond house while Dellish bunks in the Rubie house. Rule your respective domains ladies; your subjects await.

1. The Genius/lunacy of Multi choice

One must applaud the genius of Multi choice for continuing to organise Big Brother. They obviously noticed the drastic reduction in subscription (was that a rhyme?) when football season is over. So they packed the three months football hibernation with Big Brother. Whoever came up with this marketing/sales masterstroke should have his salary quadrupled every year. Having said that, next time your TV is on, tune in to a local station and marvel at the backward nature in which our local stations still carry on with the business of television broadcasting – from the dull pictures to creatively inept programmes on display. When you’re done, tune back to DSTV, preferably to the Big Brother station and marvel at the stupidity of it all. Yes I said it. The show is borderline crass. A bunch of people are selected, obviously based on “man know man” in most cases and these people’s interpretation of being “exciting” and “fun” in the house is to drink mostly without restraint because it’s free and show no chimney can outshine them in a smoking contest. Like seriously, are smoking and drinking also a criteria for selection? Considering the money involved, I’m sure a lot of people who don’t smoke or drink auditioned, but I guess the judges believed Africa will only be entertained by revelers, and from their ratings I guess they are right.

Next year Multi choice, can we have an intellectual BBA with a house packed with geniuses in different sectors? I can hear you all booing already. Lol.

I’m out

Michael Freesoul
Follow me on twitter @michaelfreesoul

JOKE OF THE DAY: Sharp guy

24 May

A housewife resolved to surprise her husband so she stopped by at his office to deliver his favourite meal for lunch; Eba and Egusi soup.

When she opened his office door, she found his secretary sitting on in his lap.

Without hesitating, he dictated with a straight face,

“…and in conclusion, gentlemen, though we are experiencing financial constraints, I cannot continue to operate in this office with just one chair. My secretary has no where else to sit. We must provide more chairs”

PHOTO OF THE DAY: Obama babes

23 May

It’s an old movie (2010 or 2011 not exactly sure) but I just stumbled upon it yesterday.

Nollywood, what next? ¯\..(•͡.̮ •͡ )../¯

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