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Thursday, 27 March 2014

♫♫♫°♥Happy Birthday To My Wonderful Friend Queen Helen Nanjira Gregory♥°♫♫♫

Happy birthday Queen Helen, looking colourful as usual, you are one phenomenal woman and a child of God! Let the Almighty continue to bless you as you are destined for greater things still to come. Have a fabulous day fill with love and laughter and of courses blessing. Happy birthday my gorgeous friend. Luv u!


NIGERIA:When the darkness hangs so darkly and the light seems thin and small. What can we do?


When I examine myself, I see writing as the only way to express my thoughts and have been wasting no time, however little, in ensuring that I express myself. Today, I am writing on the epidemic disease called "Darkness" that engulf my beautiful country NIGERIA.
2 Chronicles 20: "For we are powerless against this great horde that is coming against us. We do not know what to do, but our eyes are on you.”
Sometime I feel discourage and blurry after searching across the internet for Nigeria News update because all I could see in front of me are the images of the darkness. This morning, I sat down in my small flat to prepare a cup of tea.

Nigerian police open a murder investigation after human skeletons and body parts were found in an abandoned building in Ibadan city
Police raid Nigerian ‘baby factory’
Nigeria stampede: Minister Abba Moro will not resign
Nigeria's Hunger Games: How government agencies fleece job seekers
Father guns son down in Anambra
Nigeria – Boko Haram
Popular Yoruba Nollywood Actor, Arrested For Alleged Raping of Daughter’s Friend
Children raped on Lagos Street
Nigeria enslaving Nigeria in United Kingdom after the abolition of slave trade
Spain: three arrested for kidnapping Nigerian children to force mothers into prostitution
Money ritual
And we are powerless to stop it.
The tea’s done now; I pour it down my throat and move on with my day, while fresh blood pools are on the street corners around Nigeria.
“Why aren’t we talking about this more?” they ask, rebuking us for being too engrossed in monotonous scandals and mindless entertainment, for failing to speak up.
But what is there to say anyway? 

And what can words do against rape, bully, bullets, kidnapping and knife, against ignorance and hate, against power clothed in robes of darkness in Nigeria?

All we have is words, and images.

Against the images of darkness in my country, sometimes hope feels like blasphemy. So this evening, I whisper a prayer, like a candle against the darkness IN NIGERIA. But the candle is small, and the darkness still hangs heavy.

Money Ritual
Would you whisper with me today so that our candle can be bigger and brighter because Ephesians 6:12 says that -For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.

Children of God, Nigerian youth, ladies and gentlemen be rude to the darkness because ye are the light of the world, we have boldness, access and confident by faith through Jesus Christ. Please don’t keep quite light your candle of prayers and reveal the manifold power of God to the darkness in Nigeria. Don’t faint, this is the time to pray…

Every year, thousands of people especially woman and children fall into the
hands of human Human traffickers. While Human trafficking is generally
 abhorred and tagged 'modern dayslavery' to a select few.
My heart and prayers goes out to the "citizen" in the Northern, Nigeria and I am not sure exactly what the answer is in the face of all these darkness. Darkness such as, manmade death sentence, bloodshed, wailing and brutality are the daily adversity facing the innocent people living in this region. Hope does indeed sound blasphemous. Yet how can I, a well off middle class Nigeria woman, relate to the plight of the displaced children, who have lost homes, loved ones, a life of memories? Sometimes I wonder if my words are the equivalent of a slap on the victims’ faces.
Boko Haram
I am in the middle of trying to write something base on the book of Lamentations 3 in the bible- I think people lament because we really haven't done enough of lamenting, a lament that says our hope isn't in President Jonathan or the government nor IMF but that our hope need to be rooted in Christ Jesus and that's the kind of hope that is messy, it hurts, but I do believe it brings us to our knees and it opens our hearts to change even in the chaos rather than the kind of hope that demands we turtle ourselves and plug our ears.

The bottom line is, we see the images of darkness on the media, newspaper, in our community, school, on the street, public places and we are overwhelmed into silence- and that's how evil wins. Speaking out matters, even if it feels like it is pointless, it isn't. LET US ALL speak out and enact change in a smallest ways if need be, without fanning the flames of violence. But it's a longer, harder road to travel. SPEAK, SUPPORT AND PRAY, these things seems small, but they are powerful weapon in the words of a wise man, "Everything seems impossible until it’s done."

Hope is what I do. Faintly, quietly, scared even, but hoping for the best in Nigeria.
Lift up your heads O ye gates of Nigeria, lift up your heads O ye destructives pile of tribalism and the king of glory shall come in. Who is this king of glory? The Lord strong and mighty, the LORD mighty in battle.  
"The most terrifying fact about the universe is not that it is hostile but that it is indifferent, but if we can come to terms with this indifference, then our existence as a species can have genuine meaning. However vast the darkness, we must supply our own light." - Stanley Kubrick

Pray Hard, Work Hard, Stay Hard.

It’s time to uproot the red dragon monster of  darkness in Nigeria. There’s need to cut down the weeds of deceitfulness.
The right step begins with us!

I will keep whispering! God can hear me! Would you?
God bless Nigeria!

Tuesday, 25 March 2014

Victoria Beckham Fashion Best-kept Styling Secret: "Look skinny, Go baggy & Stay posh"

If you are tiny like AMS and Victoria Beckham, ultra baggy clothes can make you look larger and fabulous. But to adopt VB’s look, it’s not merely a question of throwing an oversized jumper on top of baggy jogging bottoms. You need the right proportions, colours and fabrics.

This cape's broad A-line silhouette is paired with a figure-hugging trench coat.
The full skirt and shoe-boots make her neck and legs look doll-like
Teaming these pale blue Chloé trousers with a pair of high
platforms makes petite Victoria's legs look like they go on and on

A Victoria Beckham dress. The stiff material won't reveal any
 lumps and emphasises those thin pins

A simple jumper from her own collection is paired with a large
panelled skirt that reveals her legs right up to the thigh

A doubly-flattering effect: The loose trouser bottoms make her
 thighs look tiny and the nipped-in waist is very slimming

A funnel-necked cape by Giambattista Valli gives a glimpse of her
 legs and slender arms which are dwarfed by the large pockets and collar

Most people would look like a blancmange in wide trousers and a flowing
 jacket, but Victoria gets it right here by keeping her arms bare

Belted confidently at the hips, this Balenciaga dress billows
out at the waist, making her stomach look tiny

The single colour instantly streamlines her figure. The sharp
angles of the coat make her look equally angular - and slim

Wow!!! 13-year-old Latina girl gave birth to triplets and read on to find out who the dad is

It is an upsetting phenomenon that is unacceptable, when an adult [men], who are old enough to be a grandparent, impregnate teenage girls. I know that in some cultures and countries such as Nigeria, Nepal and…. it is accepted, even encouraged, for young girls to have relationships with much older men because the man will help and support the entire family. My major concern is, it is hard being a mother at any age, but I imagine that at 13 it has to be overwhelming.
A 13-year-old girl in the Dominican Republic capital of Santo Domingo gave birth to triplets this Tuesday. She's 13 years old and she had three babies at once, she and the babies are fine and well, although the babies will be staying in the intensive care unit of the hospital Nuestra Señora de la Altagracia for a bit because they were born at 34 weeks. They were teeny tiny weighing in at 4.2, 3, and 3.7 pounds. The teen mom is happy over the birth of her boys, whom she named Samuel, Josué and Jovanny. Well, it turns out that this teenager was impregnated by a 61-year-old man. He is accused of seducing minors and is now on the run.
Men stop messing around with children; leave them alone, there are plenty of ladies of your own age to mess around with.
Seriously, I hope they catch this old man, turn him upside down until they get every last bit of money from his pockets and hand it over to the mother of these triplets. Then I hope they put him to work for however many years he has left and that all that money goes toward the raising of these babies.
I wish this teen mom nothing but the best.

Tuesday, 11 March 2014

7-year-old girl shocks judges with the rendition of Billie Holiday classic -"Gloomy Sunday"

Girl, 7, wows talent show judges with amazing voice
Blue songs are hard to understand, because the song is always sung with feeling of sadness, heart ache and mistreatment from love one. This little angle have sang from Billie Holiday hit was just pure wonderful -'out of the mouth of babes", in this case a little 7 year old girl. This is a performance that take your breath away, and more importantly, make you feel something of depth in the heart.
Read the story and watch the full video below:
Angelina Jordan Asta is an incredible 8-year-old girl from Norway. The young girl rendition of Gloomy Sunday earned her a standing ovation on the show 'Norway's Got Talent.' One of the judges was in tears by the end, and another had goose bumps.

Angelina told a Norwegian TV station, she came across 'Gloomy Sunday' on YouTube while looking for a jazz song to help her fall asleep. She added, 'I felt something special about it ... when I sang it for my mum, she said that this song is nice, but it was incredibly sad...'

                Iconic jazz singer Billie Holiday.

So sad, in fact, the BBC banned the Billie Holiday version during World War II out of fear it would lower troop morale.
As a blogger, I have search for the song and is really creepy, I don't like it and I don't want my seven years old kid listen to such song.... see the lyrics below ....
Sunday is gloomy my hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of ever returning you
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday

[[Gloomy is Sunday with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad I know
Let them not weep let them know that I'm glad to go
Death is no dream for in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday]]

Dreaming, I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart dear
Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday

It was Angelina's soulful and hauntingly similar take on the song that had fans so impressed.

As a reporter for Metro put it, she 'belted out the world weary essence of a heartbroken, middle-aged woman.'

A writer for the Daily Caller wrote she sang as if she had 'lived a hard, booze-filled life.'

To no one's surprise, the judges sent Angelina through to the next round.

Sunday, 9 March 2014

AMS: The Grace of God is sufficient for you in your Weakness—Rest in His everlasting Arm

Good morning guys!
I just want to share these words of hope with you because I believe in the truth that says Iron sharpeneth iron; so a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend. We all need strength in this weary world and I believe each person is going through stuff but I want you to know that if you are in Christ Jesus— it is impossible that Jesus should leave a soul that hangs upon him to suffer or be stuck. You may be brought very low, but still underneath you shall be the everlasting arms. You may feel as if you were crushed by the wheels of external circumstances, your spirit may sink nearly into hopelessness, but then again neither "things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate you from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus your Lord.
"Though the fig tree may not blossom,
 Nor fruit be on the vines;
 Though the labour of the olive may fail,
 And the fields yield no food;
 Though the flock may be cut off from the fold,
 And there be no herd in the stalls—
Yet I will rejoice in the Lord,
 I will joy in the God of my salvation.
 The Lord God is my strength;
He will make my feet like deer’s feet,
 And He will make me walk on my high hills." Habakkuk 3:17-19
I just want to encourage you to give not way to the fainting-fit of unbelief; believe in Christ Jesus, and not in your own feelings; believe in his promise and not in your own effort. Whatever season you may find yourself, whether it is winter or summer count it all joy because Christ Jesus is the same, and he has said, "Because I live, ye shall live also." Resort to your unfailing Friend (Jesus). Lean on the arm whose strengths cannot crack, cast your weight on the shoulders, which cannot grow weary.
"Blessed is the man whose strength is in God,
 Whose heart is set on pilgrimage.
 As they pass through the Valley of Baca [weeping],
 They make it a spring;
 The rain also covers it with pools.
They go from strength to strength;
 Each one appears before God in Zion."  Psalm 84:5-7

Ponder on what Brother Paul said in the book of Philippians 4:11-13 —"Not that I speak in regard to need, for I have learned in whatever state I am, to be content: I know how to be abased, and I know how to abound. Everywhere and in all things I have learned both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."  My brothers and sisters, yes we CAN because - "As your days, so shall your strength be." Deuteronomy 33:25
My brothers and sisters, Let us not dishonour his name by wavering, and doubting, and fearing. Cast yourselves on the Lord and rejoice in him, lean yourselves upon him, if you are weary and take up your psalm of praise this morning, and go on your way rejoicing. "For we do not have a High Priest who cannot sympathize with our weaknesses, but was in all points tempted as we are, yet without sin. Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need."  Hebrews 4:15-16
For those of you who are yet to receive Jesus as your Lord and personal saviour: I pray that you would come to Jesus this morning!
"And my God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:19. Amen!
It is well with us all! Have a lovely day! J

Saturday, 8 March 2014

AMS Love Stories : Love in the midst of Sickness

I was on the way to the hospital when Henry called to arrange our first date. Sobbing, I pressed "Ignore" and tried to steady my breathing. I wondered if I would live to take him up on his offer for drink — I'd blurted out "I only drink non-alcoholic drink and I am not going to pepper soup restaurant with you," and now, I wished I had said something good, something better. I hoped I would have the chance to apologise.

A few days earlier, a guy in my church had rushed up to me after church service and asked to speak to me alone. Having said maybe three sentences to him in my entire life, I couldn't imagine what he wanted to talk about, but I waited anyway. He offered a soft drink, I countered with water, he smiled sheepishly and said he didn't drink soft drinks either, and I gave him my number. He departed just as fast as he had appeared, leaving me surprised and giddy.

I don't believe in soul mates or love at first sight because I have had my shares of experience in such. To be honest, I'm not a mundane. I just don't believe in soul mates or love at first sight. Romantic comedies, unless the stars were Jude Law, LL cool J and Eddy Murphy, they make me weak in the knees for all the wrong reasons J. Phrases like "we were made for each other" and "it was meant to be" sound an awful lot like streamlining to me, and I don't subscribe to that, either. But I do believe strongly in L- O-V-E.

I'm talking about real love, not the love that's the creation of screenwriters and studio executives. A love that's like spider silk — simple but layered; strong but flexible — and once it's caught you it's almost impossible to break free. To some extent, everyone dreams of finding themselves trapped in this web, I pray that I would live long enough to try. I say Amen to that!

When I was a baby, I was diagnosed with an aggressive sickness usually found in children under five. It was treated with bone marrow transplants, radiation treatments, and a nine-hour surgery that dragged on so long and my family thought, that was it, she’s going to die. My hair fell out in strands, then clumps. The treatment sapped my strength and I used to walk funny when I was a toddler. Thank God I only walked funny for two years.

At eleven years old, I was just becoming aware of my appearance, and I felt decidedly ugly and unwanted because I was too skinny.  When I see other children, I was thinks they are better looking and healthy. Well, I guess society made me to think like that J.

Not surprisingly, I had trouble relating to my classmates when I started secondary school at age 11. Everything that they were interested in, including boys seemed irrelevant and shallow to me. I tried hard to have crushes on guys, but it was mostly to try and fit in.

I would have loved for a guy to like me, but with a quarter of an inch of hair, no boobs to speak of, and the on going side effects of sickness including chronic pain and pale skin — I was blessed to even have friends. Against all the odd, I was still the best in my class in so many subjects that includes Mathematics, Integrated Science, Fine Art, Agricultural Science, CRS….. at least if I am not like them in appearance, I am better than them in mind J.

During my senior secondary school days, I had two short-term relationships. The first lasted two months and the second, five weeks. Both were emotionally manipulative. I desperately wanted them to understand what I had been through; how it had shaped my body and continued to shape my life, but they were unable (or unwilling). One actually liked to touch my hands a lot because I always had cold feet and hands. Sometimes his touch was invasive and unwanted; it reminded me of all the doctors that had touched me without my permission, even though their intentions had been well-meaning.

To be clear, neither of these guys physically abused me nor have any sexual role with me. Discovering and growing into your sexuality is always hard, but my body was — and to an extent still is — a minefield of physical and emotional trigger points, which only made it harder.

When I got to College of further education (Polytechnic), I gave dating a try. I had a few crushes, but I still desperately wanted a relationship. At first, I was honest about this and honest about whom I was. When I felt comfortable, I revealed that I was a ……… survivor. Some accepted this revelation with the proper gravity, but others grew cold towards me, like I was contagious. Some were even nasty. In the end, to protect myself, I just stopped telling people.

During this phase of self-protective silence, I started dating a mechanical engineering undergraduate who was also into occult and a drug dealer on campus, the type you can only find at predominantly upper-middle class Nigeria tertiary institutions: an eccentric guy with a habit and rich parents. I had no idea he uses or sold drugs when I first met him, but even after I found out, I didn't stop seeing him. You know what they say, good girl like bad guy! But not anymore J. Thank God for Jesus in my life!

One night, I was in my hostel, when some girls came to warned me to leave my boyfriend for them. I was torn between laughing and crying. I was in love, but I have to prevent my life first because those girls were into secret cult too.  I don’t want to die, my family must not know I am involve with a cult guy anyway, beside I was brought up in a Christian way. 

All of this flashed through my mind as I lay there on my bed in my hostel.  My boyfriend came to my hostel later on but I was unable to tell him any of it. Eventually, I think I mumbled “Can I have a word with you…………………………………….." I broke it off with him after that. Thank God!

I entered second year semester completely uninterested in dating. I was focused on staying healthy and dealing with my lectures. There comes, Henry, with his Five-foot-eight, lanky frame, shocked-Afro hair, and clear black eyes and his light skin stood out.

He could have been Angel in a former life. To me, he looked more like a model. He wasn't ruggedly handsome; rather, he had a kind of masculine beauty that was striking. But he was shy, and never really exposed. I actually thought he had a girlfriend until that day when he pulled me away from my friends, and we agreed to meet later.

The following week, school went on strike and everybody went on involuntary short break. So I went home, my sister took me to see a doctor, to try and find an answer to a mystery pain that had stalked me for years. The morning afterwards, an unknown number popped up on my cell phone. It was my elder sister doctor.

"I want you to listen to me very carefully. I have some news," he said. My breath caught in my throat.

"Okay," I managed. It seems cliché to say that all sound except for my pumping heart died away, but it's true. Everything around me became dark and the doctor's voice became painfully loud.

"Your blood test reveals that you have abnormal allele of the haemoglobin beta gene (heterozygous) meaning you have Sickle cell trait (or Sicklemia) in your blood”. The Doctor said is nothing to be afraid of but I needed to come and see him as soon as possible. My sister got out of work to accompany me to the hospital that afternoon.

Henry called on the drive in, to arrange our first date but he never knew what was going on in my life as at that time he called. I did a lot of crying because I just don’t want needles and tablet anymore but I have to live. When we got the hospital we waited for sometimes because the doctor was really busy with other patients. 

Around 4 pm we finally enters his office and he explained  that Sickle cell trait is a haemoglobin genotype AS and is generally regarded as a nonthreatening condition but I needs to eat well, come to the hospital for check-up and he prescribed some medications that I had to use daily to improve my anemia condition.

After spending thirty minutes persuaded me that I was not dying, all I cared about was that I was going home, meet with Henry and forget about my health condition. On our way home, I called him and we spent several hours at MR BIGGs (the Nigeria McDonalds). The next week, I went to his younger sister birthday party, he was still so painfully shy that I couldn't tell if I had any feelings for him — the real him — but I wanted to give him a chance. The knowledge that he is AS and I am AS only complicated things. By day, I was nervous and distrusted.

Every night I had terrible dreams. Should I tell Henry? We had only been on two dates. It wasn't fair for me to burden him with this. It could overwhelm him, sending him running like so many others. At the same time, I was a mess, and maybe if he knew why I was so preoccupied, he would understand. I struggled with this decision. In the end, I chose option C: I would tell him I couldn't date him anymore.

The night after finished our two years National Diploma Exam, I went over to him and break the news. I began to explain why I couldn't date him anyone, but image of getting married to him and having a SS babies kept floating to the top of my mind. I broke down into tears.

He wrapped his arms around me and didn't say a word as I told him everything. He said a few words of comfort, but it was his actions that really spoke to me. He wasn't going anywhere. We dated for two year and seven months before I travelled to England and he also won a visa lottery and travelled to America.  

He’s still my best friend and God sent, our love for each other was like spider silk, he's strong but flexible; simple but layered; supportive and beautiful. During our relationship I was caught in Henry’s web of love but fate separated us for the best. Such is life!


Lord God, your Word declares that if we delight ourselves in you—if we enjoy and seek your pleasure above our—you'll give us the desires of our heart (Psalm 37:4). I pray for every single man and woman that includes me, reading my story today that we will not miss our own flesh and bone in Jesus name. Amen

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AMS Stories: Knowing when to say “No”

Never be intimidated into silence and never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself because they can never take away your dignity if you do not give it to them.

There are so many young girls out there, willing to do whatever it takes to be extremely successful. But as much as I would like to encourage each person to be willing to sacrifice contentment, comfort, money, good health and a social life to go hard for what they want out of life, I do have to advise them that some people they might meet along the way may not have their best interest at heart.  They will meet people that can sense ‘desperation’ or ‘weaknesses’ and they will surely take advantage of that.

I have never ever told this story before (not even to my family or closest friends) but I feel the need to disclose it now just to encourage girls out there. I always simply avoid this part of the story when I talked about my past experiences with friends but one way or another some girl needs to hear it. Who knows my story might be a saving grace.

Years ago, a few months after I graduated from College, I was at a very confused state in my life. I had also just broken up with a guy who had cheated while I was away on holiday with my friends (he’ll tell you otherwise —‘we weren’t together’). My spirit was broken and I was trying to put all the pieces together while looking for a job in the Western part of Nigeria and still working full time in my sister's hair salon.

One night I went out alone and I met this girl who worked in the Nigeria Entertainment Industry or something, (It’s all a blur), but she seemed pretty nice and good looking. We had a good conversation at Mr BIGGs (just like McDonalds over here) exchanged mobile number and everything seemed pretty cool. A few days later she sent me a text message and told me that she had given my information to a movie director that was looking for an amateur actress in one of his movie.  Since I was desperate looking for a job, I said, ‘Okay’.

I studied Public Administration not Theater Art and it wasn’t my goal to be an actress. But just that text message alone sent my mind off into fantasy land of what could happen if I was to be a Movie Star. I had stars in my eyes. Finally, I could leave this hard job at my sister hair salon which was stressing me out because of our numerous customer and I have to stand on my feet all day braiding. I was really happy and I said; now I can prove to my family that I was really going to be ‘somebody’.  I saw ‘lights, camera, and action!’

The ‘director’ contacted me shortly afterward and I went on lunch break so that I could converse with him. We talked for about an hour and he asked me questions about my life and told me from that he thought I’d be the perfect person for his film which was about a girl who had a similar story as mine.  He would just need me to come out and audition the next night. I said, ‘fine’.  Meanwhile, I never mentioned this to my friends. I travelled to the location he gave me the next night (which was a huge house) and I was immediately relieved when his significant other answered the door and there were many girls sitting in the living room.

This isn’t going to be too bad I thought.  We were shown a brief teaser movie that involved the normal story of girls, prostitution, money flying, and violent crime (if you ever saw the film ‘Outkast’ with Shan George’. It was along those lines). The director said, I just wanted you girls to get an idea of what the movie would be about. He also showed us some of his work. Everything seemed reasonable and I was waiting for the script to come around so I could learn those lines. I knew enough that I’d have to perform a monologue or at least a scene from the script right?  This time I was wrong

What he requested next was kind of strange. ‘The girl has a lot of erotic scenes in this movie. We’d like to see if you could handle those kinds of scenes’.  I browsed over at the Director’s wife to see what her reaction would be and she seemed to be fine with it as well as the other girls.

The first thing they wanted us to do was to kiss each other. The other two girls were then asked to get naked and to ‘act’ as though they were making love with each other while moaning and groaning and the whole .....  The husband and wife kind of joined in too and it was like watching one big "saturnalia'', meanwhile this director told me to watch so that I know what to do when it’s my turn.  I completely blanked out. The whole room went animalistic, smelling and all I could hear was sounds.

Everything became cloudiness because in my mind, I knew my father and my mother were somewhere turning in their grave at the thought of me participating in such iniquity. Yes, I was trying to help God. I wanted some form of success but I would be condemned if I was going to get it while losing sight of my morals and dignity in the process.

The director guy took one of the girls off in a room somewhere and he may have come back for me 5-10 minutes later. He grabbed my hand, he was completely naked and I burst in to tears and cried for my dear life. He said, ‘what’s wrong?’  I said ‘I can’t. I won’t. I’m not’. No way…… I was beyond distraught, my body was shaking as if I was about to die and mucus was coming out of my nose. I begged the director and I was praying to God secretly for HIM to speak through me. From what I saw the other girls doing, in my mind I asked myself what are you doing here. Clearly we were raised to know that this isn’t in the least close to being right.

I can't tell you why and how he let me out of that house: I signed a confidentiality agreement to keep my mouth short, he told me to promise him never to date anyone in the Entertainment Industry, He said I hate hurting orphans because he fears God's judgments and because I have the gut to say “No” he was impressed and angry at the same time. I knew at that time that prayer works and God's mercy triumphs in any situation. The director went inside to discuss with his wife and they later asked me to get out of the house.

As soon as I got out of the building, I was just thanking God for my dear life. It was really dark, I didn’t know where to go all I could do was to pray. I walked for a while before I could lodge myself in a lodging house around 3am. I was really scared, could not sleep and I have a sense that I had failed again. There would be no lights, no cameras and definitely no action. I also realized that I would never tell my friends what happened that night because I was too ashamed. I thought they would rebuke me ‘why didn’t you tell us’, why did you go to a location without telling us where you were going to be’ and all of those things that people who care about you will say. I knew they would be right but I didn’t want to hear it.

After checking out at the hotel, I didn’t go back home in the morning, I went to a nearby church to fellowship and asked God for His forgiveness. My best friend called me and said, ‘Your sister has been calling me, you didn’t show up or anything. She is worried’. I told her, ‘Tell her I’m fine’. She was confused but she told my sister and we left it at that. My attitude was thus matter-of-fact that she didn’t ask any more questions. After the church service, I was a little bit calmed, I took my luggage and I travelled back home.

My adventure .........

Looking back, I believe I saw what I saw for a reason. I never again in my life put myself in a position where I felt compromised, what I was doing was morally wrong or that I was defying my own dignity to achieve a certain level of success. God put me through that for a reason, because he knew I could potentially be faced with that same situation time and time again if I wasn’t careful.

The message in this story is: When you are trying to climb your way to the top, people who may or may not be in positions of power, will approach you and promise you the world. ‘What are you willing to do to get what you want? How bad do you want it? It happens everywhere not just in Africa, and if you don’t have a good strong support system around you that can help protect you from those type of things, you can find yourself lost and caught up in the environment.

If I didn’t beg for my life or say ‘No’, I would have never been able to live with myself.  But unfortunately there are not enough girls or ladies that are saying, ‘No’.

Stay true to yourself and guard your dreams. Don’t put them in the hands of someone that may not have your best interest at heart. And always know that if it goes against what you believe in and your moral values, it probably wasn’t meant to be.  You want to be able to live and be happy about your success when all is said and done.


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