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Nigeria Also Needs Prayers by Jefferson Ozorh

Friday the 13th of November 2015 was a day of horror and tragedy for the people of France as    terrorist armed with AK-47 rifles and suicide explosives vests killed 129 persons near Stade de France. Since then social media has been flooded with calls to “PRAY FOR PARIS”. Nigerians also joined in this “humanitarian” exercise almost to the point of hijacking the grief like we are the affected. Tuesday 17 November 2015 a bomb exploded at a park market in Yola killing 31 and injuring 72 people, Wednesday 18th November 2015 a bomb explodes at a GSM village in Kano killing way 15 and injuring 53 people. The amazing thing is these set of “humane” Nigerian who “prayed” for the people of Paris didn’t deem it fit to pray for the people of Yola and Kano. It’s quite unfortunate Nigerians have double standards, no one seems to remember the good old saying “Charity begins at home" I wonder whether the pain the families of the killed in Paris is greater than that of the families in Yola or K

Yesterday, I Saw Sorry.....

Dear OTTH readers, I hope we're great because I'm super. This isn't my usual writing style but I don't know where the inspiration came from so here I am telling you all about my encounter with sorry. By all means, enjoy. Yesterday I saw sorry and we had a discussion, a long one. I told him I was sorry for over-using him, yes, sorry is a HIM to me because I'm female. I told him how I was letting him go after over-usage if such word exists but you get the point I guess? I refuse to be sorry just because I'm expected to be sorry even though I don't deserve to be sorry. I refuse to be sorry for being who I am, I refuse to be sorry for making the decisions I have, I refuse to be sorry for doing things I've done even though they're bad because the sorry doesn't change anything especially if I didn't do the bad against anyone but myself. I refuse to be sorry because I choose to or not to behave in a particular way. I refuse to be sorry when I k

Who Says There Are No Pervs In Church? Part Two

Dear OTTH readers, hope we're good because I'm very well. Some of my sweet hearted readers has been asking me to complete the story to avoid them dying of anxiety, lol. I love you all and you reading all the stuffs I write whether sensible or not means a lot to me and I promise not to fail you. You can stop blushing now so I can complete the story. If you've not read the first part, please click here  to read it for better understanding of this one. So you remember Pastor Ranti shey? Alright. So he didn't want to stop kissing my neck or un-hug me and you know what they say, violence takes it by force so I detached myself almost immediately and gave him "the look" then we walked towards the gate and he asked why I gave him a side hug the first time, I said I didn't see anything wrong with a side hug. He proceeded to tell me that I shouldn't think he's trying to sleep with me or something that's he's just a very free person, I thought to my

Who Says There Are No Pervs In Church?

Dear OTTH readers, how are we? I spent my weekend resting and going through dorisaniunoh.blogspot.com, you know as a writer, one shouldn't depend on themselves, so every now and then, I go through other blogs because not only do I learn a lot from them, they also inspire me to write something. I love reading from Doris' blog because like me, she writes real life stuff, something I could actually relate to not how Davido got robbed and the likes. I've been meaning to write about this in a while but procrastination won't let me but today I have bound the spirit hence here it is. I'm certain we all know who a perv is but just incase we don't, perv is the shortform for the word "pervert" and it refers to someone who's sexually obsessed according to Google and that's about what it means so I guess we all get the picture and we'd understand better as we proceed. I've always thought pastors would at least act like pastors no matter the tempt

Love With Blood?

Dear OTTH readers, I hope we're good because I'm very fine. You know me and the things that bother me, lol. The other day, I was discussing with Anuli (CEO, Iluna photography)  about how I think it's abnormal to have sexual relations with any member of ones family and she made a point by saying that it's a norm in some places #onemansmeat...you know the drill but that it doesn't make it right. I understand that people crush on their cousins and all and I also understand that my culture might be a taboo someplace else but haba! Why would you have sexual relations with your family member? I used to think it was always sexual abuse when things like that happen but I've found out that people actually do it with pride and talk about it without shame. I remember someone telling me how he makes out with his cousin and he loves her so much and I'm like gfhdsshgk? Over the years, I've heard and I still hear of different cases of incest and it was beginning t

At The Newspaper Stand

Dear OTTH readers, hope we had a great weekend because mine was fjghjdgdhdghfd, you get? Well, today we're going to be talking about something that has been bothering me for a while. I didn't think I was going to write about it today until I saw it happen again sometime last week so I decided I was going to write about it today. What people argue about all the time at newspaper stands baffles me, I don't know if anybody else feels this way. Punch, tribune, the nation, vanguard and co all report news from different aspects of the world but in print and the papers are being sold to us - the public at different newspaper stands. The argument always starts with the headline and it's either about the content of the newspaper or someone else's opinion on the issue. There are certain things I don't understand when it comes to arguments at newspaper stands. Firstly, the crowd at the stand when the papers come in. Secondly, the argument which ensues on seeing the new

Lies........A Necessity? by Celestine Atufu

So its not been easy writing anything down since after the first draft, I won't say I've not been bored but the afternoons have been hot, not the best conditions for thinking. I mostly spend my nights doing fun stuff so I've not been able to find the time to write while also waiting for an inspiration from somewhere. Talking about fun stuff I meant watching movies and surfing the internet, I'm a party person though but the past few months has not been favourable. What I'm trying to do now is connect what I'm gonna write about, its really not easy and some would be wondering how I got the chance to put this down? Well the day was hot as usual and I've run out of movies plus my connection is slow tonight so here I am back to being a writer, you see I wasn’t lying after all I hope writing would accept me back I'm not a deserter, just took some time off you know? It actually wants to rain now so I guess tomorrow won't be so hot after all. Its not a lie i

Why Did The Break-Up Hurt?

Dear OTTH readers, how are we? I'm sure some of us are not so psyched since the weekend is over but guess who's excited? Meeeee and it's because I'm off work today. Few days ago, I was thinking about relationships and how they start and end, what people expect to gain in it which they do or don't eventually which in turn makes or breaks the relationship. You'll hear some stories sometimes and it would amaze you to know that what hurts most people after the break-up isn't the fact that the love of their life was gone. Today we're going to be talking about why you were pained after the break up. We all have expectations when going into a relationship and sometimes our partners are unable to meet up with the expectation and as sharp guys and ladies, we end it because what's the point? The truth is that when it ends, one person is more pained than the other and in some cases, only one person is usually pained. Now, imagine that the pained person is you

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The Bike Rape...

Good morning dear OTTH readers, I'm sure we're excited that the weekend is almost here. Things are happening in Lagos and I'm here to talk about some of those things with emphasis on what I experienced on friday. I've not been to a lot of cities in Nigeria but I've spent most of my years in Lagos and for someone who doesn't like like stress, it hasn't been a very good experience. I like being indoors too so the fun part of Lagos doesn't matter to me either hence Lagos = Stress. It's only in Lagos that it takes you 3 hours to get to a place that would take you 45minutes to get to without traffic. It's only in Lagos that the transport fare on a norm might be 50 naira to a particular but it changes with time.e.g. 6am to 5pm, the transport costs 50naira, 5pm to 8pm it costs 100naira, 8pm upwards, it costs 150naira. All because the drivers know when the demand is higher so they use it as a medium to gain more money knowing that their customers don&#

Something Deep You Must Read

Dear OTTH readers, I hope we're fine because I've never been better. Some weeks ago, I got "led" to writing something about rapture so I said I'll do it later then it skipped my mind(the power of procrastination, lol) but on friday, as I stood waiting for my bus to arrive, something told me it's time to write about it and that I must do it at that moment. Nevertheless, I had to wait for the bus to arrive so I could type without looking left and right for fear that my phone might be snatched. I'm not here to write about the vision I didn't see, I'm just a keyboard for these words aren't from my own brain. Growing up as a christian wasn't really a spiritual thing for me, it was more of religion but I was actively involved in church activities and even represented my church in other churches for competitions like bible quiz and the likes and it was fun. Then I used to read my bible regularly, I was a God-Child. This is not to mean that I nev