Check out Stella Damasus' Afro hair stye. You like?

 The Nollywood actress is pictured rocking this huge afro hair style. I must say she looks trendy..and trim! 

Oscar Pistorius granted bail after murder conviction.

Former Paralympic champion Oscar Pistorius was released on bail Tuesday after his conviction for his girlfriend’s murder, as his lawyers said they would launch an appeal to South Africa’s constitutional court.

“The case is postponed until April 16 2016. The applicant is released on bail of 10,000 rand ($690),” judge Aubrey Ledwaba told Pretoria High Court.

Ledwaba said Pistorius would continue to be under house arrest, but would be able to leave the property in Pretoria with permission from the investigating officer.

Pistorius will be put under electronic monitoring, the judge added.

Judges last week found him guilty of murder and overturned his earlier conviction on the lesser charge of culpable homicide for shooting dead Reeva Steenkamp in 2013.

Pistorius, 29, was released from jail in October to be placed under house arrest in Pretoria after serving one year of his five-year prison sentence for culpable homicide — the equivalent of manslaughter.

His lawyers had earlier said he could not afford further legal battles after paying huge bills.

Some peeps have no chill,lol. Read some hilarious tweets over Kimye's son's name -Saint West.

 Social media is currently on fire as Kim and Kanye reveal the name of their baby boy. Read the hilarious reaction below : -

 

What's with rapper Eva Alordiah and snails,biko? See photos..

What could have prompted rapper Eva Alordiah to have a musical relationship with snails? This is one of the questions running through the minds of many!

A while ago, Eva started showing up on stage with snails with the claims that it’s something that represents her life. Eva is well known for her unique musical style, her eclectic sense of fashion and how she dares to stand out.

However, she recently shared the secret behind her new style of stage appearance in a recent interview with vanguard.

In her words, “Err…I love eating snails. I also perform with them on stage because they’re like a back-up for my band; that’s how it started, but as I began to do it, I learnt something from their philosophy of life, and it’s that we should take things with ease as we are blessed and inspired to, and not to be in so much hurry every time. Being slow is not all that bad, we need to relax sometimes. I have been using this philosophy all my life, and it’s paying off. If something doesn’t happen fast, you should chill because it will definitely happen later.’

*Hmmm, Eva..okay oh!

Gun men invade popular Owerri Market,cart away millions of Naira.

Armed robbers in their numbers, at the weekend, stormed the popular and ever-busy Rotibi Street, off Douglas Road, in Owerri capital city of Imo State, dispossessing traders of millions of Naira. The Guardian gathered that they arrived at about 6 p.m, all wearing mask and shooting sporadically into the air, scaring away passersby and carting away large sums of money.

In recent times, Douglas Road, which has a major market in the heart of the city, Ekeukwu, has witnessed an upsurge of armed robbers, who forcefully dispossess people of their money and items. About the same Christmas period last year, a big distributor in the area was dispossessed by hoodlums of huge sum of money, which he had intended to take to the bank.

A victim, who makes huge sales daily, recounted his ordeal, urging security agencies to come to their aide. “We saw some hooded men invade the market. At first, we thought they were wearing them because of the harmattan. Suddenly, they brought out big guns and started shooting into the air. They entered the shop and forcefully asked us to surrender all our money.”

Meanwhile, many traders in the area on Monday were vigilant, discussing the losses they incurred last Saturday. They were also seen holding meetings on how to put security measures within the area.

" Married to a beast,yet love keeps me there!" -blog reader's cry for help.

Hello Meme. Whatever happened to your blog? Truth be told I have missed your write ups and every segment on your blog. Honestly would love to see you back and bubbling again.
 Please Meme post this story of mine. I've been married for 3 and a half years to a brute! When I mean brute I mean brute in all ramifications. He beats me up at every slightest opportunity. He hits me in front of the kids( we have three of them) and sees nothing wrong about it.
 It hasn't always been like this. This 'panel beating' started 6 months after we got married. He just changed. Like someone remote-controlled by evil forces. All the while we dated, he never hit me once. Isn't t 1 year courtship enough to know your man? I've tried to please him in many ways than one. I wash his clothes, stay trim and sexy, cook his meals, take care of the kids and satisfy him in bed. What more does he want from me? I've tried speaking with him but he wouldn't bulge. His parents don't see nothing wrong.
 This moment I want to leave but the next minute love keeps me right there. What should I do?

Meet my "Beauty of the day"

She's no other than stunning Sophia Okungbowa. Let's get to meet her, peeps. Ready?

 Name: Sophia Okungbowa A.k.a Chicka Bonita.

 Occupation : Business entrepreneur /C.e.o exquisite Shop.
Hobbies: Travelling, movies, shopping, cooking and dancing.

DIARY OF AN OKADA RIDER.

JAJI in "Americana Wonder"
 Nothing compared to the scorching heat of the sun as it burned ferociously. It was just a few minutes past mid day. Though the winds blew,casting dry leaves from the trees,the unforgiving heat competed adamantly with the usual cold synonimous with the harmattan season.
 Jaji who was seated in "Mama Dockay Restaurant" swallowed the last lump of Eba and okra soup, licked his fingers noisily and chewed on the shaki meat.
"Extra Shaki! " Jaji called, beckoning on one of Mama Dockay's daughters.
" Extra Shaki dey go with extra Eba o! " She threw at him, wriggling her voluptuous backside past him.
" Unto wetin nah?! " Jaji's face broke into a scowl.
She stopped and turned to him, a small mischievous smile playing on her lower lip."Oga, E be like say you be new customer here. If everybody begin swallow meat without Eba or Akpu, wetin we go tek sell? So if you want extra shaki,i go give you extra Eba."
"So you wan force me swallow extra Eba when I no get extra space for my bele?" jaji's eyebrows quirked in slight annoyance. He reached for a match stick and made a tooth pick out of it.
"Na so our market be for hia!" She retaliated,her backside swaying past him again.
" I hear you! If you no give me extra shaki,no full payment ."
Jaji spoke quietly.
"Na mouth you dey,okada man!" She fiercely rounded on him.
"Hey,hey, mek una tek am easy for dia!" cut in the husky voice of Mama Dockay herself. "Wetin dey happen dia? Awilo,why jhu dey shat for my customer head?" she demanded, a spark of anger igniting her voice. Mama Dockay came to stand between them. With one hand she shoved her daughter away and moved nearer Jaji.
  "Mummy,I no shat for am o! Hin want extra meat when hin no wan wack extra Eba. I dey tell am say no be so, hin wan begin dey use me catch feelings." She grumbled.
Mama Dockay wouldn't buy the excuse. "No ever shat for my customer, jhu hia me?!" She touched him by the shoulder and flashed a set of tobacco stained teeth. " No
mind Awilo. Maybe she like you. Na so body dey do am jigi jigi if she like any of my customers! Yeye girl."
Jaji smile back, saying nothing. He sat back and waited as Awilo brought in a tray and served him. She wouldn't meet his eyes and he found that a bit amusing.
 When he was done, he paid her and made to leave when she hurriedly ran after him. "Sorry say I bin shat for jhu." She said quietly,her eyes on the floor.
" Issorite. I no vex."
"Talk true?" her eyes lit up.
" True true."
"So if I give you my number, u go call me?"
"Why not?"
"Oya tek. 0703274.... " She trailed off,grinning like one who just won a jackpot.
" Go on nah." he was already dialling on his phone.
" No. If you wan see me again, come back com collect am."
Before he could respond to that she pivoted on her heels and retreated. Jaji whistled under his breath. Damn, he felt so good all of a sudden. He got on his okada, turned the ignition and screeched off.
  The first person that flagged him was a man that appeared to be in his early thirties. As he reversed to negotiate, he noticed he was so stylishly dressed : He wore a dark blue denim fez cap turned backward jauntily, a poka dot denim shirt to match,a well tucked in light blue rugged denim shorts, and a black ankle length boot.
 Jaji's eyes wouldn't yet miss the thick gold chain that adorned his neck nor the gold colour sunshade that hung on the breast pocket of his shirt.
"Hi. I kinda miss ma way,men!"
"Where you dey go?" jaji detected a foreign accent right away. This must be a foreigner, he thought.
" Um.. you mean, where i'm heading?"
"Yes, where you dey go? You say you miss road."
"Men! I'm goin' o summit way, you know wha' I mean. Down summit way by the market Square. You feel me? One naughty nigga jus' dropped me off, din' know where I was
heading, I tried to talk to him, he kept staring like a buffoon! But I trust you know 'xactly where i'm heading,men! You know, yeah?"
"I sabi am. "Jaji nodded his head in the positive.
"Sabi what? Wha' you mean, "sabi? " You got the description, right?Cool men. I'm cool. C'mon, let's hit the road,nigga! "
 Jaji,sure he had sat comfortably, fired away..
" Jeez! It's so dusty here in Nigeria! In America,no dust men." The passenger bellowed from behind him. "I hate the dryness here,men, dammit!"
Americana, Jaji thought. So no dust in America?
"Oga,na harmattan we dey for here o, we still get other seasons."
"Crap, mehn, dammit! Cos it's harmattan we should literally be breathing dust? Hell no,mehn."
Jaji went silent. He concentrated on manoeuvring past a truck now.
" In America where I come from, yeah? The roads are good, life there's good,men. I just hate this mother f*ing country. If not for business, I wouldn't bring my arse her,men! "
Jaji thought again, " Na you sabi o. Mek you reach Summit mek you nack me my money o, Americana."
They rode for a few more minutes and finally arrived at Summit road. "Oga, oya o. Come down. We don reach."
 "O yeah? Tha' was pretty quick, you know. So what's the
fare like,men?" Americana was already off the okada, fingering his breast pocket.
"Na 200 naira, sir."
He slowly put his hand away and asked slowly" I mean, how much brou' me here."
"I no put put yam for mouth talk o, Oga. Na 200 naira."
"You can't be serious! "
" Hmm, I over serious o. Abeg, Oga, sofri pay me my money o."
"You wanna rip me cos I'm new in your country, yeah?Is that it? You all are just bunches of fools! Mean niggas. You don' know me, ama show you what a nigga like me can do!"  he
thundered.
"This na Americana Wonder o! " Jaji threw his head and gave a hearty laugh. The sound seemed to attract another okada rider who stopped to find out what was going on.
" See me see this Americana o -"
"Ha ha, Emeka, na you?" interjected the okada man as he drew closer.
Americana's eyes popped as he seemed to recognise him.
"No mind am o" The okada rider said to Jaji, "Na format be dis nah. Oya, Emeka, before I open my eye give dis man im money and mek you vamoose. If not, I go begin enter you here! Now now. "
 Quickly Americana dipped his hand into his breast pocket, didn't even realise it was a 500 naira note he got hold of and shoved it into Jaji's palm. He scurried away like a frightened rat,mingling into the crowd.
" Na 419 o. My neighbour for Ebonyi state before EFCC arrest am last two years. This one na new format o. Kai, Emmy no go ever change."
"Na wa o. Xmas don really reach ground. Everybody dey hustle." Jaji shook his head unbelievably.
"Oya Roger me from dat 5H now." he said, winking at him.
"You sef wan 419 me, abi?" jaji laughed, splitting the money. He gave him a hundred naira note.
"Correct guy! " He took it from him and went his way.
 Jaji smiled with the thoughts of the Americana far from his mind this time around.
 Awilo.
The name reverberated in his head as he rode on. The smile got broader.
Awilo.
 He thought of  her again and stepped harder on the accelerator.
..to be continued.
 Written by Osarhieme.

*You likey?  Let me get to hear from you,my dear readers. Honestly i've missed you guys silly. I'm sorry for the long break. I'm sure we can still do this, right?
 Kisses.

Cries from a blog reader,"Help! he says I'm no longer the trim&sexy chic he got married to..."

"Hi Meme,I've been wondering what happened to your blog. I'm glad to see you kicking again. More power to your elbow.
   Honestly I'll appreciate if you put put this up for me there,because I really want to read other people's opinion concerning what I'm going through at the moment.
I've been married for 3years to a very loving man and have two beautiful kids to show for it. When we got married,I was 26 years, and a size 10.. Do you know my husband never told me that it was my figure that attracted me to him the first time? Well,until recently..
  Child bearing has taken its toll on my beautiful body. I'm not proud to say this but I'm size 14 now. My breasts have enlarged thrice their original size,my waist, hips *sigh*
 But I still can't call myself fat! No,I'm not fat, so I just wonder why hubby refuses to acknowledge that i'm still that pretty,sexy chic he got married to. For crying out loud,its his kids I bore that has reshapened my body so!
 In as much as I try to stay sexy,and good in bed, he gets turned off. Just like that. Like a switch. I'm fast losing my head! Who says you only have to be a size 10 to remain cool? Is size 10 the new sexy? Why is he so damn inconsiderate? Okay, I tried to lose some weight. I eat so little, yet my hips won't just reduce a bit. I learnt it had to do with child bearing. I'm beginning to be angry with him. Christ, this is so unfair!
-Blog reader.

*My dear,I feel for you but I think you haven't done enough. Whatever happened to hitting the gym? Burn those calories,and fast! It's a good thing he's pointing this out now. Some men just would not. The next thing you'd probably hear are 'rumours' flying all around you. Remember Men are attracted to what they SEE. My 2cents.
Over to you guys..

Question of the day: Why is there so much love,and yet so little trust?

HUSBAND: Honey, where are you?
WIFE: At home love.
HUSBAND: Are you sure?
WIFE: Yes dearie.
HUSBAND: Turn on the blender.
WIFE: (turns blender on) reeereeeereeee
HUSBAND: Ok my love, I love you.. bye!

(Next day)
Wife: Darling, where are you?
Husband: At home, love.
Wife: Are you sure?
Husband: Yes,honey
Wife: Turn on the blender
Husband: (turns blender on) reeereeeereeee

Wife: Ok sweetie, bye.... 

My question of the day is :Why is there so much love, and yet so little trust?

DIARY OF AN OKADA RIDER.

"14 YEARS, BRODA.."
 Jaji didn't almost pull over. Through the rear view mirror of his okada, he sighted the tiny lad who had this somewhat dejected look on his face. For an instant there, he was indecisive as to whether to pick him up or ride on. Nightfall was fast approaching and the growling of his stomach rudely reminded him of a hunger so intense it made him dizzy.
 And then he found himself pulling up by the kerb, beckoning on the boy. A few extra naira notes in his pocket wasn't a bad idea,he thought, as that should take care of two wraps of hot fufu with Egusi soup,one roundabout,one shaki and if he felt like it today -a bottle of cold sprite.
"Wia you dey go?" he demanded impatiently, casting a peek at his wristwatch. 5 minutes past 7pm.
"St Pius' street." The lad promptly answered. His countenance seemed to brighten up immediately.
"Na 250 naira."
"Please, sir. I have just 150 naira on me. You know, I need return home today."
Jaji rolled his eyes. Wetin be my bizness if you no return to ya house?? 
"Time don go,and na night we dey so. Na 250 last. You dey go?" Jaji rasped, stepping on the accelerator lightly.
"W-w-wait! Okay, I'll pay that amount. You just hope Natty boy is home so he can pay my fare back home."
Jaji wondered for the second time why he was telling him all that!
The lad hopped in behind him, and he accelerated away.
 "Sir, please fire this motorcycle now! You're moving kinda slow. Hmmm, if Nathaniel leaves the house before I get there,eh? It won't be funny o. Natty has such a terrible temper,damn! So so impatient, my natty boy! "
 Jaji's eyebrows furrowed.
His ears tingled in the dark.
He pursed his lips and quirked his head sideways, against the howling wind.
"O boy, I dey march the okada as I fit march am reach now. Any speed wey pass dis one,my hand no dey. "
He heard him grumble.
"By the way, who be Natty boy?"
Now, Jaji heard him giggle.
An oncoming truck flashed its full headlights,honking all the way as it advanced towards their side of the road.
"Natty boy -"
"You go hol' dis ya Natty boy story first o, cos dis yeye truck driver don drink ogogoro!" Jaji interjected,manoeuvring his Okada off the way, and by a hair's breadth the truck skidded past them,tilting this way and that,until it vanished out of sight.
"Drunk! That driver must be drunk! Damn, we almost got hit! My Natty would have been so so devastated!"
"Now you fit Nack me the tory of dis ya Natty bobo. Who hin be sef?". Jaji asked, curiosity  getting the better of him now.
"Hmmm, you don't wanna know." There was a smile in his voice. Jaji heard it.
That giggling again.
"Na ya broda?" Jaji prodded.
"Hmmm.. he is more than a brother to me! " He cried,"Much more than a brother could ever be. He's my everything."
Jaji grinned. What affinity they shared, he thought, a bit enviously.
"My best mate, my brother,my confidante, my pillar,my counsellor, my..."
Jaji's grin broadened. He listened as the lad rapped about this Natty fellow, his mind involuntarily wandering to the time before his parents' death, a time when he and his brother Michael were such an inseparable pair. The love. The laughter. The joy of togetherness..
 "..and above all, my lover. "
Jaji's ears twitched.
"I no hear you well,my broda." He was instantly through with the memory lane stuff, eyes rounding now in shock.
He giggled again,and the sound grated on Jaji's nerves.
"Natty boy is my lover." he suddenly stated,a tinge of defiance etching his words.
"You mean...say?Look, I no undastand. Na ya lover, as in, na ya boyfriend??"
"You heard me. "
"My Lord, I neva take my eye see homosexual for my life before oooo..." Jaji shook his head slowly,and unbelievably.
"Oh really?" the lad threw at him coldly.
"Yes nau, I neva see o, na ear I dey take hear."
"Hmmmm.."He shrugged nonchalantly.
"Abeg no vex o, how many years you dey sef?"
"23 next month,November."
"Since when dis Natty begin be ya..ya..boyfriend?" Jaji stuttered, grappling with the handlebar of  the Okada.
"Well, since I was 20!"
"Ewoooo!" Jaji cried in dismay. Instantly he regretted it, for the lad went still behind him and wouldn't say a word.
Obviously the silence was fleeting for he began to speak some moments later, his voice loud and clear,"You do not know anything about being gay. So why don't you lean back and lemme enlighten you?"
Jaji said nothing. He waited.
"Being gay is nothing near what I ever envisaged as a growing kid. It just happened -my attraction to the opposite sex."
Jaji remained silent. He was all ears.
"I had my first experience, I mean my first sexual experience at the age of 13, and it was initiated by my elder brother's friend who came around when no one was home."
The bastard, Jaji seethed inwardly.
"Hmm, it was ugly for me,for a while. I was too ashamed to admit it to anyone. I felt so spoiled, so rotten. I hated my life. I felt abused,and misused. Life was difficult those long nights of tears and
despair... it was bad, my brother."
Jaji's heart went out to that troubled teenager and unconsciously gnashed his teeth.
" Somehow I got over it,and moved on. Bakonle - that was his name- I never saw again. My brother told me he had left the shores of the country for greener pasture overseas. A year passed, 2 years and then I turned 16.."
 Jaji nodded, following the narrative all the way.
" I met this very beautiful girl I was attracted to. I was in my final year in secondary school. We were so in love, and yes, at some point she wanted me to take her virginity.."
So?? Jaji inwardly quizzed.
"I tried to.. to.. get hard."
Silence.
"It wasn't happening. I was as flat as a deflated tyre. I didn't read much to it though,and decided to try again. Still, my manhood wouldn't respond right. It just went placid each time I tried. Angrily I blamed it on Omoye. I told her she wasn't 'girl enough' to 'handle me' and so she left me. Angrily too.
 Same thing happened with the next girl. And the next, next, and the very next. Altogether I decided to give it a rest, and focused on my studies."
 Jaji sighed. He was close to St Pius Street now and the the gist had only just gone juicier!
"Then something happened the year I turned twenty. I met Nathaniel."
Ghen Ghen..
"He seemed to read through my thoughts,"he went on,"He taught me to embrace my sexuality. I don't know how he knew these things, but he just knew them. He showed me that I was a highly sexual person and believe me I fell in love with him. He guided me through the path of discovery.. through the many years of shame and remorse, until I finally accepted who I truly am"
Jaji cringed.
"You see, I didn't choose to be gay. I've always been gay. I was born that way. Natty boy, since then he has become an integral part of my essence. My friend, brother -"
" hold on o.." Jaji put in. He was curving into the bend that led to St pius. "Dem no born you as gay nah. Na dat bastard wey abuse you when you small, na hin begin affect you. Why you no report to ya parents, or ya broda? You suppose undergo psychotherapy nah, dat one for help you -"
"Hush it. I'm good the way I am! Natty Boy is the best that could ever be -" he cut in, with a girlish toss to his head.
""My broda, na 14 years old -" Jaji interrupted, bringing his okada to a halt. They were on St Pius' street now.
"Who cares?! " He burst out furiously. "This government is a joke! Jail me cos I was born this way?!"
 Jaji said to him gently,"I no mind, I go still advise you as my little broda. Life no dey here. Soon, your backside go begin dabaru, and anoda tin,pikin you no go fit born! That one na life?! No. Comot hand
from homosexuality. No road there, moreover God no like that kind-"
"My friend, will you take your dough,and get the hell outta my face?!" He had alighted now,and was shoving the money into Jaji's hand.
" See as you don dry finish like cra-fish..The tin don dry you, no be small. I be even tink say you be about 17 years old! My broda, remember say the law for dis awi country -
  "Muaaaaaah!!!
Oh dear, that was just a swift kiss that landed on Jaji's left cheek. And of course Jaji hadn't seen it coming.
"Did you die? Did it kill -"
  Jaji,like lightening,swiftly swung his fist upward and landed it heavily on his face.
Gbuaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
He yelped, holding his split face with both hands. Jaji swung his fist again. "I no be Danny boy,abi na  Natty dread, you hear! Make thunder fire you!"
  This time he screamed and pivoted on his heels, fleeing into the dark.
Jaji dragged in a ragged breathe. The adventures of an Okada rider! Hardly a day passed he didn't have such uncanny encounters with passengers.
 He was humming the melodious tune of Oritse Femi's 'Double Wahala' song as he made it to Mama Sikirat Canteen a few minutes later.
 Hot fufu, Egusi soup with roundabout and Shaki he ordered but  instead of Sprite, he opted for a cold bottle of Star beer.
Life is sweet.. that was the last thing he thought, as the chilled beer gulped down his throat.

Pure FICTION story Written by Osarhieme Okungbowa.

*Hey guys, Meme is back *huge grin* Who missed me? *side eye*
I have missed you guys silly. Thanks for holding on. All the mails,calls, pings, hmmmm! I really do appreciate. We can still do this, right?
Tell me what you think about Jaji's diary today.. Dis Jaji sef, shey? Hahahaha.. Mr adventure..
Kisses N hugs..
Meme.