Its A New Start

Hey everyone! It has been long since i was last here due to unavoidable circumstances. Now i am back bigger and better. I have something good for you my readers, all in the quest for the empowerment of the girl child, the youth and the women in general. good-morning-quotes


A single mother, is still a mother.


“That is my opinion” i believe we have all had that moment in an argument where things get heated up and almost out of control and that is the only statement that can be used to avoid offending the other participants.
Well today, there was this discussion on single mothers on twitter. Whatever the cause of a woman being a single mother, i strongly believe that a mother should be respected. What with the hustle of raising a child and providing for the child?  Nobody has a right to pick on single mothers even if you are brought up in the “perfect nuclear family”. Your sister could become one too so i think it would be alright if we respected these single mothers as i believe you would not enjoy somebody somewhere insulting your sister..or would you?

Another reason to respect a single mother is the fact that she agreed to carry the baby in her womb and did not carry out an abortion. This goes out to the young single mothers out there, in a society where getting pregnant at a young age draws a lot of views but you choose to have the child, RESPECT .

There are single mothers who have brought up better kids who are doing good things for the society, single mums who are financially stable.

As i started by saying, everybody is entittled to their opinion, here is what some people had to say on single mothers… as i was reading them i was hoping that some of them were just jokes ( mmmhhh jokes in a bad taste) 

-Marrying a single mother is like wifing a hoe. The difference is that the single mother is a hoe with a child
-How you ended up being a single mother doesn’t matter, it’s how you raise your child that
-Being a single mother is nothing to be proud of if you’re still in your 20s
– what if the man refused to take responsibility? divorced? or just didn’t work out? watototo wangetupwa ndio kusikue single mother ?
– Difference btwn u & that single mum is that she was human enough 2 keep the baby yet u aborted yours or took P2s on the rest. who’s the hoe?
– IMO, If you are a Single Mum Just Make Sure You Can Sustain Yourself. Or else u are headed for whoreness.

Well, what is your opinion on being a single mother? I still stand at every mother should be respected, how they became mothers, not withstanding…. because “kesho you never know“.

I Am A Woman & I Work Hard


It  has  been a moment of transition in the society. Being a woman in the kenyan society can really pose a challenge to any woman who is unsure of how she should carry herself especially in public. This is due to the perception by the kenyan men of how an ideal woman should be, like the discrimination of darker skinned women in preference to lighter skinned women: the war between darkskins and lightskin women .The wife material, the side chiq material as they are commonly known on social sites,  The wife material mostly is that woman who faithfully goes to church in a long skirt whereas the side chiq is that woman who will be having a terrible hang over on a sunday morning after a night out.  We have seen women conforming to  some standards  set  by  people who  should not  even  have a say in their lives. story for another day.

Talking from a sociologists view i am glad that there are women who have refused to be defined by the society and have taken up their own paths.  They are no longer confined by the traditions to be housewives but they are allowed to chose their own paths. Those are the kind of women i will talk about today.

I am particularly touching on young women who have worked their way up to the top.  Its not uncommon for us to see a young successful lady and somebody somewhere raises their voice to tell the rest that she is kept and there is no hardwork in what she is.  I really don’t like  it when men and  to  some  extreems  women  
make  such allusions .

Dear men, hear  me when i tell you this, there are women who have goals and work towards them, women who do not depend on men, women who wake up early and go to sleep late in the evening just to ensure that they are a step closer to their dreams, women who will deny themselves the pleasures of a moment eyeing that of a life time.

And to my fellow women  appreciate other women who are making it, let us not be the source of another womans downfall as the saying  goes, the enemy of a woman is a woman. So before you accuse a woman on how she got to the top,
think … real hard. 



Its Easter Holiday,yeah right. Not that it was in my mind all along but the fact that i got a few whatsapp images, videos and texts that reminded me its Easter!
So am scrolling up and down and a status update from one of my friends catches my eyes… its a long one and as i continue reading it i can tell how in touch it is with reality.  Well, do read it here:

I am a graduate and currently serving in
Kaduna. I could have runced it, but I needed
somewhere to clear my head and forget
about my ugly encounter. Here is my story. I
happened to have a married man as a
contact on my bbm. He had been asking me
out for over six months and I refused to date
him. As time went on, he invited me
clubbing with him when his wife was outside
the country, and I went with him all night.
We spent most of the night at Swe bar,
Lagos. I also met his clique of friends,
married as well with their various mistresses.
We had ‘mad’ fun. After all the clubbing and
drinking, he lodged me in a hotel somewhere
in Obalende. I felt sort of safe with him. We
did not have se’x, but he made sweet love to
me and touched me in places I had never
ever imagined. He kissed me passionately but
guess what? He did not have se’x with me.
We did all sorts but there was no
penetration. So, to an extent, I trusted he
was a good person to be around with. I did
not know that it was all part of the plan. He
gave me N10,000 and put me in a cab to go
home the next morning. We kept talking and
chatting and sending nak’ed pictures to each
other and he told me naughty things of how
he wanted to whisper things in my ear, I
blushed. We didn’t see for two weeks and
that was because his wife just came back
from Turkey. One faithful evening, he pinged
me that he was organising a beach party/
boat cruise and that he would love for me to
be his date and that he wanted to open a
bbm chat, as a medium for his friends and
my friends to interact. I was excited about it,
I just wanted to have fun. I was able to get
five of my very hot friends. The BBM group
opened and we got chatting. I also realise
that majority of them were married and
working in reputable firms. It was fun and
we didn’t mind if they were married, we just
wanted to have fun, as well as some other
girls apart from my friends in the group. We
chatted exclusively, sent pictures to the BBM
group to introduce ourselves, and we had
opened group conversations pending the
beach party. And as excited as we were, we
went shopping for nice se’xy beach wears.
The D-day finally came, we all assembled at
the Lagos Island Boat Club. I was wowed
because it was a high class party. We were
cruising in a boat loaded with goodies drinks
and hot babes, and as well ‘MARRIED MEN’. I
did not care, I just said in my mind that I
would not roll with married men anymore
after this, that for now, all I wanted to do
was to catch some fun. After all, I wasn’t
paying bills. We got there, it was a private
beach resort. Most of the beach facilities I
got to see there were owned by multinational
companies. We got out of the boat, and went
to where we were partying. It was a duplex
made with wood. It was a very nice setting. I
felt comfortable because it even had a fence
around it separating it from other beach
houses around. So, there was privacy and of
course bouncers (heavy looking guys)
guarding the place. I said to myself, this
must be heaven, I must be dreaming.
Anyways, we felt free with each other
because we had been chatting. It was
5:30pm and the party just started. We had
drinks flowing from the private bar tender
which happens to be owned by one of the
men in the group. Reality struck when I
realised that I was feeling dizzy and feeling
really funny and light headed. Not only me,
but other girls around me too noticed there
was something strange about it. I was also
feeling Hot as hell! I had been drugged. They
monitored us and when they knew the drug
had really gone deep into our system, they
moved us up into the main beach house. I
could still see faces, but was too weak and
Hot to react. Mr B, the man who took me
clubbing, carried me in his hands like a
sacrifice and put me down on the floor just
as other men also did with their girls. We
were eight in numbers; 8 girls, 8 guys, and
they all stri*ped us down and had se’x with
us. I enjoyed it a bit because I was Hot. It
was a mixed feeling because I cried, I
moaned, but I did not know how many times
he came into me. He pounded me hard. I
was dizzy, but he grabbed me with force. All
I could notice was the wedding ring on his
finger. I thought of how wicked and
miserable some married can be. How
inhuman and heartless they could be. All of
them took turns in switching partners and
slept with all of us. I passed out. That was
the last thing I could remember. I felt water
poured on me. I noticed all the other girls
around me too were half nak’ed and some
stark nak’ed. We spent the night at the
beach, but the men were no where to be
found. I looked round me and all I could see
was packs of used condoms. I ran to pick my
cloths and possibly raise an alarm. I got
dressed, found my phone with an envelope.
It contained N16,000 and a note asking us to
take N2000 each for transport. Tears of
anger and rage filled my eyes and the girls
around me as well. “We were drugged and
used like tissue paper. I grabbed my phone
and noticed a ping came in. I checked my
phone and I noticed the BBM group had
been deleted, and a message via BBM from
MR B came in. He threatened me that if I say
a word to anyone, I would regret it. I told
him he was a bastard, and he said try it. A
picture came in, several pictures. In fact,
they were pictures of us being nak’ed on the
floor. Pictures of the humiliating us but they
blurred the faces of the men. In total, I got
20 pictures. I was not myself for a month. I
went back to school, I had no one to talk to.
The rest of the semester was hell for me. My
CGPA dropped drastically. It was the worst
out of the worst result I ever had. Till today,
my friends and I have not discussed this with
anyone, but all I could do when I heard of
Cynthia’s story was to narrate my own ordeal
anonymously and spread the news, the word,
and pray they (ladies who do runs) see it and
changed their ways. I am now born again. I
have given my life to Christ. I fear men so
much that I cannot even move close to
them. I still have nightmares, but with time,
God will strengthen me and I will move on.
My advice to single ladies out there is, do
not be desperate for fun. Pray to God to
open your eyes of understanding, and pray
hard. He who kneels before God will stand
before kings and queens. To all married
women, pray hard to God to intervene in
your marriages and turn your husbands from
bad habits and bad friends. As for me, I do
not think I ever want to get married or date
a man again. That chapter has been closed
for good in my life. Please, do not ignore my
mail. Please post it. There are a lot of things
we ladies need to learn. Please post it on
your blog and save a soul. It could be your
friend, sister, cousin, neighbour. God bless
you as you pass it on. To all readers, I do
not care if you insult me or rain abuses at
me. My job is to share this encounter with
you and save you from any mishap. God
bless you all. Amen.

drugs/ © Nigerian Celebrity News Online

So am thinking, why dont you share this with a sister, a friend especially those in universities because this is almost a norm. You might save a sister from destruction or in the least let her know not everything comes easy, for free, there is a price to be pay.




Its that time of the year again when almost everyone is in that  merry Christmas and a happy new year mood. In a few days time it will be New Year, 2014. Christmas was all merry, nothing else in mind but the new year is ushered in differently. Maybe because it hits us that there is more to merry making like there are bills to be paid, house rent, school fees and school uniforms to be bought.

Thats also when most people come up with resolutions, the New Year Resolutions. I know  that rings a bell and i can see you smilling, yeah. For me, i believe resolutions are to be made any time deemed fit, been making resolutions all year long and will definately have my new year resolutions,am not against that.

On some peoples lists will be things that will improve their lives, make them better for example, to quit smoking or drinking, to save more money, to spend more time with family, to work hard in school,to go to church more oftenly, trust in God More and many others.

But it so happens that these decisions ido not last for long. Maybe two weeks to a month and then its back to drinking or smoking, extravagance ando even as the year goes by you might not even visit the nearest church at all!

What really happens? Are we  human beings so forgetful? Are these resolutions too large that we can not handle? Do we lack commitment to what we want? Only you can tell the reason as to why!

I am hoping as you make your New Year resolutions, you will be committed enough, not give up on the way too. Ask for guidance from above too, it helps!



Dont mistake my silence for disinterest, my
openmindedness for ignorance.

Just because am
not talking doesnt mean i have nothing to say.

Dont mistake my tolerance for passivity,my idealism for naivety, my dreams for fantasies
and my honesty for trust.

Just because i tell the
truth daent mean i thnk u do the same, just because i have my doubts daent mean i have no
hope and just because i care what other pple thnk daent mean i conform.

Dont mistake our friendship for dependency coz that doesnt mean i cant handle being alone.

Am Only Human


I am sitting on the stairway with tears in my eyes, an owl in the backyard cant just stop being
the bad omen it is.

I am trying to understand
where i went wrong.

was my openeness too
much that you couldnt handle?

did i talk too much?

is this the price we all have to pay in the end?

being good is all i was to you, doing everything right just so that you would be okay
and now is this the price i have to pay?

dont i deserve even a thankyou?

As the moon is covered n uncovered by the passing clouds, i realise that i can be the moon, only that i have to stand and fight and refuse to be covered for so long.

its a cruel world, i now understand what she meant with those worlds.

i know i deserve much better, thats why i will rise, shake
the dust and soldier ahead. i just cant lose another time.

Anyway, why allow a person to treat me like i have no home? And why should i feel offended when you act like you are Gods gift to mankind, you have a choice, i have mine too well lets act on them!

But then, should we cross paths,
handle me with care because am human,i feel,i
hurt,i bleed….easily



There are people who can walk away from you.And hear me when I tell you this!
When peoplecan walk away from you: let them walk.

I don’t want you to try to talk another person into staying with you, loving you, calling you, Caring about you, coming to
see you, staying attached to you.

I mean hang up the phone.

When people can walk away from you let them walk. Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left.
The bible said that, they came out from us that it might be
made manifest that they were not for us. For had they been of us, no doubt they would have continued with us. they leave
you because they are not joined to you.
And if they are not joined to you, you can’t make them stay.

Let them go.

And it doesn’t mean that they are a bad person it just means that their part in the story is over And you’ve got to
know when people’s part in
your story is over so that you don’t keep trying to raise the’ve got to know when it’s dead.
You’ve got to know when it’s over.Let me tell you something. I’ve got the gift of good-bye.
It’s the tenth spiritual
gift, I believe in good-bye. It’s not that I’m hateful, it’s that I’m faithful, and I know whatever God means for me to have He’ll give it to me.

And if it takes too much sweat I don’t need it. Stop begging
people to stay. Let them go!!
If you are holding on to something that doesn’t
belong to you and was
never intended for your life, then you need

If you are holding on to past hurts and pains…

If someone can’t treat you right and see your worth…..

If someone has angered you …….

If you are holding on to some thoughts of evil and revenge……

If you are holding on to a job that no longer meets your needs or talent

If you have a bad attitude…….

If you keep judging others to make yourself feel better……

If you’re stuck in the past and God is trying to
take you to a new level in Him……

If you are struggling with the healing of a broken

If you keep trying to help someone who won’t even try to help themselves…..

If you’re feeling depressed and stressed …..

If there is a particular situation that you are so used to handling
yourself and God is saying “take your hands off of it,” then you need to…

Let the past be the past. Forget the former things. GOD is doing a new thing for you!!!

Get Right or Get Left .. think about it, and then ..