TUESDAY IN HOUSE NEWS...

 Hailings..............

IN HOUSE MEMO

I salute you all...

Any memo for me?

Well i have one for you....

The person who dropped a comment that the Dark diary is my life story and I am just writing it to entertain you people, I pray your wicked heart will not lead you to comment where curses will follow you... If you think someone sharing their pain is entertainment then you are hopeless to yourself....

If the dark diary is my story indeed and i turned out like i have now then I am blessed and not something to be shamed of... the joke is on you and anyone else who make a mockery of peoples pain.... same will happen to you if you dont stop.

Cold weather don start oooooh... infact it is so cold that ice blocks have  started falling outta my kinikan when i go outside...hehehehehehehehe

Tight hugs to everyone else

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FROM THE DARK DIARY POSTER

I saw one asking about my mother's family...


I didn't see much of them growing up but when I was old enough I was told the story of how my mother's siblings never liked my Dad.


I heard my Dad treated them badly especially when they were trying to defend their sister.  .......How they didn't like the way he got her pregnant every now and then even though she had complications each time.


In fact I was told she was going to leave him after giving birth to me.
When she died her siblings blamed him and cursed him out.
They wanted to take the kids but he stood his ground. So many fights here and there.

I don't blame them for staying away though. I heard one time my elder brother went to them with sob stories about us suffering and he was given some money, which we didn't know about until later years.


There was no phone at that time so when I started reaching out to them I was already an adult.

They are all dead except two. My uncle I don't even know his full name or number. My Aunt I added on Facebook. Then we chatted.  She invited I and the kids to her place when she was in Lagos then promised to reach out but she never did.

It is well.


Another comment about who raised me..

My father brought a woman when I was a baby. She took care of me then married my Dad later.
She was same age as my elder sister. Her coming into the house was another problem. They beat her several times and called her names. She was always moving out and moving back in when our Dad came around.


I remember she just cooks and leaves the kitchen then lock herself up in her room. She had her own baby then her hands were full.


See the stories and the fights were too much to recount.

My own version of how it affected me is the only thing I decided to share.


I saw another comment about the pastor that prayed for me...


I can give his contact if only the person will be discreet, I still want to remain anonymous.


Then about me walking...


The pains went away gradually and I walk and run fast now.
Or is it a coincidence? Only God knows.

Someone said this in the comment section of dark Diary final post

''First of this story is very moving. However I discovered a descripancy. In one of the othe chronicles I believe the writer said that her husband had read her diary and wept like a baby but in this one she contradicts herself by saying that may be if she told her husband, he would have pitied her and not use her. I believe Stella is the one writing her stories to keep us entertained and no doubt it is actually entertaining''.

This is my response to alleging SDK wrote the Dark Diary

In the first Diary which I wrote about my husband who was then my boyfriend reading my diary, what was inside was my thoughts about him and me asking myself if I could truly marry him, I talked about his dressing. My friends used to laugh at the way he dressed and talked, they teased me about. 

He was pained because he felt I was hiding him and playing him for a fool at the same time. Collecting his money too. 

I didn't tell him how I was abused as a child nor how I survived in school. What he knew was a normal big girl with men chasing her and he felt like a winner when I looked his way. I too was happy because I didn't want to finish school and go back home. 

This is my story and I sent a mail to SDK the week the world was celebrating the girl child, I had a flush of emotions and wanted to share my thoughts. 

The story is not meant to entertain but to educate people on things going on under their noses. 

Thank you 

 

Thank you for reading through and responding.... Please start a new chapter

and stay Happy. You will always have my support.

Once again Thank you so much to BV Blogbrity for supporting the Dark diary poster with N100k Business empowerment which she invested into foodstuff business and is doing amazingly well....God bless.


BV Eka Joy how far?

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NAZIRITES INK



"Where were you all night"? He stammered, frightfully inquiring of her, but she dignified him not with a single word. All of these had been going on for two months and she refused to stop.  A part of her was determined to take her revenge  that night.


She dramatically slid out of her red dress and together with her phone and car keys, she tossed the items on the sofa, Swiftly, he hastened to grab her phone but she was faster and grabbed his hands, they began to struggled and she pushed him, and with a loud thud he fell fatally to the ground, his skull cracked right into the tiled stairs, and there was blood everywhere. 

He groaned painfully and muffled some plea, perhaps, begging her to help him, his white tee shirt now drenched in the pool of his blood.

Her eyes shot out fire, and there was no mercy in her heart, she flung the front door ajar and raced to the balcony, took the fuel behind the tyre, came back to the sitting room, dashed in to the kitchen, grabbed the match box on the cabinet and went right back to where he laid.


She doused him in some fuel, doused herself in some, lay down by his side, and whispered tearfully into his ears, "This is for all my wasted years" and struck the match stick twice and set the two of them on fire.






HUH??????? What is this? Please dont send in fiction, I dont do figment on this blog, we are a Reality Blog!!!

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IMPORTANT NOTICE 

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SERIOUS GBEGE!!!

This incident happened in PH city.

 A married woman with kids was sleeping with her landlord. Husband noticed their strange movement and monitored them till he caught them red handed.

 Landlord who didn't want the public to know what happened asked him not to pay rent for some period of time. Husband accepted, but after a while he made the matter public cos he was pained, he reported to the chiefs and landlord was made to pay huge for sleeping with another man's wife.


Landlord who felt betrayed, went to summon juju for him . This man fell ill with an incurable illness. Wifey who is known for her 'Waka dukpe' nature continued with her 'wakarings', leaving the poor man with no care.


To cut long story short, this man died. 

Landlord was proudly saying he killed him. Same day he died, wifey pretended as if nothing happened, she went to open shop. It was even the other tenants that contributed money to send his body to the morgue.

 After some weeks, they sent his body to his village to be buried. Some people were saying his wife maltreated him cos he didn't pay her dowry. Like seriously, he didn't pay your dowry yet you're still under his roof for years, breeding kids like rabbits?

I dont want to believe this story... No one can be this wicked, not especially to the father of her kids..... I find this shocking and hard to believe.

Landlord slept with the mans wife and still killed the man? Oh Dear!!!

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INSIDE THE MIND OF A WOMAN GOING THROUGH MOTHERHOOD



When i was growing up, my mom never spared the rod. She would beat me for the littlest things.

 I went to spend the holidays in my uncle’s place one time. I mistakenly broke a glass cup, I went to report myself expecting the beating of my life, shockingly I wasn’t beaten instead they were more concerned about me, they kept on asking if I had cut myself and all. I was pleasantly surprised.

When I left junior secondary school , I had my first conference beating. The experience was terrible, in the school I attended this was a normal thing, it was a corporal punishment, were the students gets beaten by five to seven teachers in a kind of relay race. The student has to run to each teacher, get all the strokes of cane before the student coming behind you gets to you so you don’t have to start all over again. My first time I got thirty six strokes of the cane and I couldn’t sit down well for days.

After this experience I wasn’t scared of my mom’s beatings. She noticed this and stopped beating me. She stopped beating my siblings too.

As I grew older I promised myself I wasn’t going to be the typical African mom, I wasn’t going to shout and spank talk less of beating with cane.

 Few years down the line I’ve started spanking and I can also shout for Africa. I haven’t beaten anyone of them with a cane yet and I don’t pray to ever do. I don’t believe that hitting kids is beneficial as a form of discipline. I feel it’s punishment instead and before you quote the scriptures “ spare the rod and spoil the child" remember he also says “ his rod and his staff will comfort you". So do we say God punishes his children by hitting us? definitely not.

I am learning, gathering resources and practicing other forms of discipline apart from spanking and shouting. It still early to give a progress report because I still struggle with shouting but I am hoping it will get better.

*Hahahahahahahahahha welcome to the club, I am the President of the shouters association of Nigeria... Infact my Bambinos come to ask me what is wrong if i have not shouted....

The best punishment is to seize their toys or that thing they like most and also ask them to sit in one corner for sometime and think about what they have done and then come back to tell you how they hope to correct it...

Now that my kids are teens, its not easy at all....

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