THURSDAY IN HOUSE NEWS

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Sending some hugs your way this beautiful Thursday... I hope things are going well in all your endeavors?

The next giveaway on this Bog is planned for June..

Baba God abeg bless me so that i can bless even if it is one person!

I need to ask why all the people collecting business giveaways are not having any businesses anymore? what happened? Bad investments? I know that some people have vanished because of this giveaway and i know they will show up for the next one..... why is there no progress???Please note that i am not Judging anyone, I just want to know the truth.

Just asking !!!

Enjoy the rest of the day my people.......... Today is my Pizza day and I am having Hawaii pizza......Whats your best pizza? if you are bored watch movie 'Missing Daughter'' (2017)

Sending some tepid hugs your way....

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FROM WEDNESDAY CHRONICLE POSTER

It wasn't hookup, when we met online, we exchanged numbers and he chatted me up on WhatsApp asking me for video call which i granted him, he asked me what I wanted, I told him anything apart from hookup because I notice, these days a lot of guys doesn't want relationships but just s#x and hookup.

He said he wanted a serious relationship that a lot of ladies he approached wanted hookup which i jokingly told him that it's guys that caused it by not wanting anything serious and commitment apart from s#x, that's the reason why women are monetizing it.

I thought since we were on the same page, no problem.

I was single and lonely, all i wanted was friendship, caring, companionship and attention which i thought he could give me.

NOTE: I don't do hookup and I've never done it and I will never do it, if i wanted hookup, I would've gone for rich guys or men because a lot of them always approach me for s#x or hookup due to my stature, I don't dress provocatively, I always dress decently, I've even ended many relationships when I noticed the only thing they wanted was s#x.

We started the so-called relationship online and we were chatting almost everyday, at times we did video calls.

Then, I started noticing red flags which are: he's hot tempered, self centered, always cancelled appointments in the last minutes and always right in his opinions, i also noticed he always wanted me to visit him at odd hours like late in the night and wanting me to spend the night with him, which i always told him that since we haven't met before, it's not safe, plus I didn't prepare for anything s#x.

There was one day he asked me to meet him at somewhere, and he stood me up for more than two hours, I had to leave in annoyance because it was getting darker already and I didn't want to spend the night with him, I blocked him everywhere and later unblocked him and deleted all his contacts and details on my phone, he later apologized and persisted, so I forgave and gave him another chance.

He invited me on another day and still f#cked up, I insulted him heavily and deleted all his contacts again, I had to download Gmail contacts to retrieve his number after all my attempts to get his number failed and apologized when I was feeling guilty that the insult was too much, thinking that even though if relationship didn't work between two of us, we can still meet in the future and be of help to each other, and I didn't want any negative vibes between two of us, he also apologized and said we should continue.

I'm also hot tempered and a no nonsense woman but people are saying I'm too rigid and stubborn, that i can't be always right, no man will be able to stay with me, i need to tolerate many things in other to be able to stay with a man, that that's why I'm single, i need to respect a man and not always claim right.

That was the reason why I put up with a lot of his rubbish, trying to make the situationship worked.

I have never collected anything or any money from him, ordinary pin i don't owe him, not even recharge card or data because I don't have a need to ask for it from him, he has offered to order food online which i declined because I'm not a foodie, he even wanted to buy shawarma, food or drinks on that day which i rejected because I had already eaten and full, anytime I'm going for visitation, I always eat to my satisfaction.

On that particular day, he asked me to meet him at a particular place and said we should hang around, I thought maybe it would be an open place and I wasn't even familiar with the area, even when I noticed it was a hotel, I thought maybe the bar, and when we entered the hotel room, all my aim was that he wouldn't do anything without my consent and maybe for privacy since we were meeting in person for the first time.

After he started making advances, I told him that I wasn't prepared for that and we were meeting for the first time, he told me why did I come when I didn't want s#x, that i must do it, I asked him does that mean i want s#x anytime i visit him, he said yes that on no account should a woman visit a man if she doesn't want s#x to happen,he was telling me if I wanted the money he paid for the hotel to waste, that's when I knew I've made a mistake.

I decided to leave but he persuaded me to stay, that nothing will happen as he had agreed to what I wanted.
He lay on the bed while i sat on the chair, that was when he dragged me to him and overpowered me, and telling me he couldn't control himself that I was hurting him, he pinned me to the bed and forcefully off my trouser , I threatened to shout but he told me that no one would believe me and I wouldn't like the outcome.

I was very scared to shout because I didn't want him to strangle me in order to silence me, and I couldn't escape because the door was locked and I was half naked, and my trouser was with him, for fear of social media and what people would say, that if I didn't want s#x, why did I follow him to hotel.

After he had his way, I asked him what was his motion behind what he did, which he told me that, he just wanted to break the barrier between two of us, that i wasn't free with him and always saw him as stranger, that we were only friends if we didn't have s#x.

I had to play cool because I didn't want to create any scene and be on social media, and was very ashamed of myself and felt heavy guilty and stupid for following him to the hotel thinking I would be safe.

My intention was to break up with him after I've collected my money and left him that day because he didn't feel any remorse and thinks anytime a lady visits a man, they must have s#x.
Until the next day that he didn't call, chat or send the money, that was when it dawned on me that maybe I'm not only his victim, maybe he's a serial online rapist and scammer.

The money was a paltry sum that cannot even shake me, but my pain is how he collected it deceitfully and even forced himself on me.
I blame myself for trusting his words and not his actions because I saw the red flags enough but thinking I was the problem for always finding fault in people.


I have his photos and all his contact but the problem now is that i cannot call him out as a Rapist with his photos and personal info because the case is not reported to the Police...The Bast#ard can even sue.... but there is another way around it...we can spread his photos and the news anonymously.....open new accounts on facebook and Instagram and tag his real handles to see....tag everyone taggable on the social media...

Maybe if you can open a handle and do this and then give me the handle to post here so that

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FROM THURSDAY SPONTANEOUS POST

This is a long read,when I was 17 in year two,I met this guy living in my friends street and he has been disturbing me to date him,after 3 months,I decided to visit him in his house for the first time, immediately I told him I was leaving,he just stood up and bolted the door,he started sweating profusely and told me he was going to teach me a lesson,he pounced on me and started kissing me, fondling me and removed my top,I was scared,I was a virgin and didn't know what to do:


I decided to play along and told him I will cooperate, I started kissing him,I acted like I wanted to roll him over,I just quickly took my pointers( that is the name we call those shoes with long heels and started shouting'egbami oooo egbami oooo' he stood up from the bed and knelt down he started begging me because the idiot was still living in his mother's house and wanted to rape me even when other tenants were there,that was how he opened the door, in fact I was wearing bra and jeans only.

I wore my top at the entrance not minding who was looking and left. He was begging me not to report to police even though he didn't succeed.

The second attempt with my fiance happened in 2011, i was 27 then, we were already planning our marriage, exactly a month to our wedding, I went visiting and he just started kissing me and we both agreed we won't have s#x till after marriage because I was still a virgin, the next moment he overpowered me and was almost tearing my clothes when I saw the wooden stool beside the bed and hit his left hand with it,he actually told me ''I don't mind you doing it outside with another guy, just get rid of your virginity and get back to me, I don't want to marry someone that is not experienced''.

We broke up that day and I moved on with my life, I was hurt and never called back, he called me back 3 years after the incident to ask for forgiveness that it is affecting him financially and that everywhere he went to, they told him to come and beg me,I told him I already forgave him because he wanted to see me in an open place and beg, I told him no need since I already forgave him.

He was already married when he asked for forgiveness.

I am saying this to educate young women out there, there are so many predators and that is why we need to be careful when visiting a man at home even if you are dating for long. I dated my fiance on and off for 3 years before that incident.


Na wah Oooh



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FROM WEDNESDAY IN HOUSE NEWS

''This marriage institution is a scam! Married as a Virgin to a so-called believer who is into ministerial work. Goes for evangelism, win souls, kinda religious. I haven't enjoyed the marriage for a day! First week after wedding, I treated STI. He's vile, bitter, respect no one and nags a lot
I am opting out!''

Ah ah now now this one don kaput? STI????? My dear, do what gives you peace of mind and makes you happy!


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PLEASE READ

The Black Telephone

Those of us old enough to remember when the phone was wired to the wall, usually in the kitchen, can relate to this story. I loved this read.When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. 

The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box.. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.

Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time.

My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway.

The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. "Information, please," I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.

A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear. "Information."
"I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience..
"Isn't your mother home?" came the question
"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.
"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked
"No, "I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."
"Can you open the icebox?" she asked.
I said I could.
"Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice.

After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math.
She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, "Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"

She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, " Wayne , always remember that there are other worlds to sing in." Somehow I felt better.
Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please."
"Information," said in the now familiar voice.
"How do I spell fix?" I asked

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest . When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston . I missed my friend very much.
"Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle . I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information Please."
Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.
"Information."
I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"

There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now."
I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?"

"I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.
"Please do," she said. "Just ask for Sally."

Three months later I was back in Seattle .
A different voice answered, "Information."
I asked for Sally.
"Are you a friend?" she said.
"Yes, a very old friend," I answered.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this," She said. "Sally had been working part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."

Before I could hang up, she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne ?" "
"Yes." I answered.
Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you. The note said, "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean."

I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.
Never underestimate the impression you may make on others. 

Whose life have you touched today?
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