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I Was Only Doing It With This Guy After The Result Came Out He Denied Me –

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When I told Fiifi I was pregnant with his child he asked me, “So who is the father?” I was surprised he could ask this. “What do you mean by that?” I screamed, “Are you not the only man I have been doing it with?” This boy shook his head as if his ears were clogged with water.

He raised his hands in denial, “Please, go and look for the person responsible for your pregnancy. It’s not me.” I did everything possible for him to accept responsibility but he stood his ground. Out of pain and frustration, I moved to another town…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

When I got there, I made friends with a certain guy. Caesar was my rock. He stood by me through all my pregnancy struggles. He was there for me when it was time to have the baby. And when the baby finally  arrived, he was still there. He did everything a father would do for the baby and me. His parents didn’t have a problem with our friendship until he proposed love to me.

His mother didn’t want him to be with a baby mama. But didn’t deter us from getting together. I was sure that a man who stayed by my side while I carried another man’s pregnancy was a keeper. So why shouldn’t I fight against all odds to be his woman? Even when his mother stopped talking to me, I didn’t care. Relationships are hard, but we made it work.

You wouldn’t know that Caesar wasn’t the biological father of my baby by just looking at us. He did so well in his fatherly role that my love for him just kept growing bigger with each passing day. A few years into the relationship, I found out that I was pregnant.

I was afraid to tell him about it, considering that my last relationship ended when I got pregnant. I thought about it for a very long time. I kept asking myself, “In my experience, men don’t react very well to news of pregnancy.

What if I share this with him and he also leaves me? I am not ready to lose him.” But then again, I decided, “If he also denies responsibility and abandons me, then he is not the one.” Unlike my ex, he took it well. He continued to do very well for the family we had built. It felt nice to be with a man who was responsible. Unfortunately, our little happiness was cut short when Caesar lost his job.

It happened at the time I also lost my job. Where would we get money for anything? Sometimes he would wake up and leave home only to return at night with enough money to make dinner. Our struggles compounded when the baby arrived. He would go out and come back empty-handed. This made him angry all the time.

Every little misunderstanding easily escalated into an argument so we started avoiding each other. Yes, it’s possible. We slept in the same room but barely talked. I knew his anger stemmed from his inability to provide for us like he used to so I was patient with him and his thin patience. We survived on the benevolence of our families and friends.

This didn’t help matters, but we didn’t have much of a choice. One day someone sent him GHC70. He wanted to use the money to buy NAN 1 for the baby. But I told him, “We need to buy gas and keep something for the house. So let’s not buy the milk yet. When the money I am expecting arrives, I will use that one to buy the NAN.” He agreed and gave the money to me.

When the money I was expecting finally arrived, I realized we had to take care of other things around the house. And the NAN was not something that we needed urgently. After all, the baby is only two months old. She breastfeeds so she will manage till we can afford the NAN. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

I didn’t discuss this with Caesar. I just did what needed to be done and he also didn’t ask me any questions. Just last week, we were all at home. There was no food to eat and I was starving. This guy went out and bought food for only himself.

When I complained he asked me, “Why? Am I your father that I should be feeding you?” I was very hurt by what he said so I reported him to his father. I don’t know what his father said to him but after their conversation he confronted me. He said, “You got the money you said you would use to buy NAN for my child, but you used it to buy Kalypo for that child for him to drink it away.

He meant my first child. I was too angry to explain what I used the money for. So I responded, “Even if I had used the money to buy NAN for this baby, she too would have drank it away.” I didn’t even end my statement when he kicked me. The impact was so hard that I fell. When I got up from the floor, I packed my bags along with the children’s.

The plan was to go and stay with my sister for a while. This guy took the baby from me. He said I wouldn’t leave with his child. When I tried to snatch the baby from him, he headed me. This time too I fell. I started bleeding. I called his father to intervene but the man said he was tired of us so we should do what we want. It was my landlord who came to separate the fight.

When I got hold of the baby, I took both of them and headed out. Caesar followed me out and begged me, “Please, don’t leave. I don’t know what came over me. I am sorry.” I felt like the harm had already been done. I asked him to leave me alone. I went to the hospital to get treatment for the bleeding but I was referred to the police station.

There, I was referred to DOVVSU. I narrated everything that happened to them. They asked what they should do to him. I just said, “After today, I don’t think I can ever feel safe with him anymore. I want him to pack his stuff out of my room. I am no longer interested in the relationship.

So they sent some police officers with me to my place to talk to him. However, we met his absence. After they left, Caesar called me. He asked me to withdraw the issue from the police station so we could settle it at home. “There is nothing to settle.

Just come for your stuff from my room. This relationship is over.” His father got upset with me for reporting his son to the police. I asked him if he would be happy if someone treated his child the way Caesar treated me. This man got angry and blocked me.

After that, he went about telling people that I insulted him. His mother also got angry with me. I asked her, “If your son had killed me, what would have happened to my children?” She also got angry and said I insulted her.

I haven’t seen Caesar in days. He was afraid the police would arrest him so he ran. All I want is for him to move out of my room and leave my life. He can be present for the children but I am done with him. He says he is sorry. He is asking me to go and apologize to his parents so they can sit us down and help us resolve our problems. How can I get past his act of violence? Am I being ungrateful for leaving him? Everyone says I am overreacting. Are they right? My mind is made up but I am beginning to wonder if I am making the right decision. —

 

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The Real Story of Ishola Oyenusi – Nigeria’s Deadliest Armed Robber

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Doctor Ishola Oyenusi tied to the stake

Who Was Dr Ishola Oyenusi?

Ishola Oyenusi, popularly known as Doctor Oyenusi, was a notorious armed robber who terrorized the people of Lagos and other neighbouring cities in the 1970s. Ishola Oyenusi and his gang of six were highly skilled in snatching cars, robbing banks, factories, stores and killing people like chickens…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>> READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

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12 Lies Our Parents Told Us That We Believed Without Question

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Growing up, our parents were our ultimate guides, teaching us about the world—even if they had to get a little creative with the truth. From quirky tales to well-meaning fibs, they often fed us lines we never thought to question.

Here are 12 of the funniest, strangest, and most surprising “lies” parents told to our readers that they wholeheartedly believed in childhood…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

Swallowed Gum Stays in You for 7 Years.

Growing up, I believed that swallowing gum meant it would stay in my stomach for seven years. I panicked every time I accidentally swallowed it. As an adult, I looked it up and laughed—turns out it’s just a myth!

If You Cross Your Eyes, They’ll Stay That Way.

My mom always said crossing my eyes would make them “stick that way.” I spent years terrified of making funny faces, only to find out in adulthood it was just her trick to stop me from doing it.

The Tooth Fairy Knows When You’re Lying.

I believed the Tooth Fairy could sense if I lied. I once “found” an extra tooth to get more money, but then I was so scared of getting caught that I confessed to my mom… who was just trying not to laugh.

Popping Your Knuckles Causes Arthritis.

My grandmother swore that if I popped my knuckles, I’d get arthritis. I’d suppress every urge to crack a knuckle until a doctor later told me it was a harmless myth. Now, I pop them whenever I like!

Swallowed Watermelon Seeds Will Grow in Your Stomach.

I spent years spitting out watermelon seeds, terrified they’d grow into a plant inside me. I felt so betrayed when I found out this was just another fun “lesson” adults liked to tell kids.

Birds Will Abandon Their Babies if You Touch Them.

My mom told me birds would abandon their chicks if I touched them, so I never got near a nest. Years later, I found out birds don’t even have a strong sense of smell, and the lesson was just to keep me from “saving” every baby bird I saw. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

The “Poisonous” Car Battery Acid

My dad told me touching the car battery would “burn a hole in your skin.” I thought the battery was oozing poison and avoided it for years, only to learn that it’s not dangerous if you just leave it alone.

Eating Carrots Improves Night Vision.

I would eat loads of carrots as a kid, believing I’d eventually develop “super” night vision. Later I learned carrots have Vitamin A, but they don’t make you see in the dark. I felt so let down!

“Keep a Diary, or You’ll Forget Who You Are.”

My aunt convinced me to write in a diary every day, saying it was “the only way to remember who you are when you’re older.” I kept journals for years out of fear, only to realize one day that memories don’t vanish that easily.

If You Make a Face Too Long, It’ll Stay That Way.

I spent most of my childhood avoiding any facial expressions that might “stick” and ruin my appearance forever. It wasn’t until adulthood that I realized there was no magical force preventing me from pulling faces.

The Moon Follows You When You Drive.

I was convinced as a kid that the moon followed me everywhere I went in the car. I’d point it out to my family every time we’d turn, and they’d nod along—no one told me the moon’s just really far away!

The Ice Cream Truck Will Only Play Music if It’s Out of Ice Cream.

I used to believe the ice cream truck only played its music when it was out of ice cream to tell kids to go home. I spent so many summers disappointed, waiting for the truck to come back, only to realize the music just meant they were driving around!

 

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How The Cornrow Hairstyle Was Used As An Escape Map From Slavery Across South America

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Cornrows have become a crowd favorite for women of every culture in the last 10 years. Whereas it used to be worn by children, especially young African and African American girls, the style has become widely popular across women of all ages.

But many do not know the deep and rich history of the hairstyle that saved the lives of many. Moreover, they do not know of its role in the freedom struggles which have led to the liberties we now enjoy.

Cornrows have long been a facet of African beauty and life. In many African societies, braid patterns and hairstyles indicate a person’s community, age, marital status, wealth, power, social position, and religion. In the Caribbean, the style may be referred to as cane rows to represent “slaves planting sugar cane”, and not corn…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

The style consists of braiding the “hair very close to the scalp in an underhand, upward motion in order to create a single line of raised row, creating the cornrow”.

Blackdoctor.org writes on the history of cornrows:

“Depictions of women with cornrows have been found in Stone Age paintings in the Tassili Plateau of the Sahara, and have been dated as far back as 3000 B.C. There are also Native American paintings as far back as 1,000 years showing cornrows as a hairstyle. This tradition of female styling in cornrows has remained popular throughout Africa, particularly in the Horn of Africa and West Africa.

African Cornrow hairstyle

Historically, male styling with cornrows can be traced as far back as the early nineteenth century to Ethiopia, where warriors and kings such as Tewodros II and Yohannes IV were depicted wearing cornrows.”

Now to its role during the Transatlantic Slave Trade:

During the Atlantic Slave Trade, many slaves were forced to shave their hair to be more ‘sanitary’ and to also move them away from their culture and identity.

But not all enslaved Africans would not keep their hairs cut. Many would braid their hairs tightly in cornrows and more “to maintain a neat and tidy appearance”.

Enslaved Africans also used cornrows to transfer and create maps to leave plantations and the home of their captors. This act of using hair as a tool for resistance is said to have been evident across South America. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

It is most documented in Colombia where Benkos Bioho, a King captured from Africa by the Portuguese who escaped slavery, built San Basilio de Palenque, a village in Northern Colombia around the 17thcentury. Bioho created his own language as well as intelligence network and also came up with the idea to have women create maps and deliver messages through their cornrows.

The site Edtimes explains,

“Since slaves were rarely given the privilege of writing material or even if they did have it, such kind of messages or maps getting in the wrong hands could create a lot of trouble for the people in question, cornrows were the perfect way to go about such things.

African Cornrow hairstyle

No one would question or think that one could hide entire maps in their hairstyle, so it was easy to circulate them without anyone finding out about it.”

Afro-Colombia, Ziomara Asprilla Garcia, further explained to the Washington Post in the article, Afro-Colombian women braid messages of freedom in hairstyles:

“In the time of slavery in Colombia, hair braiding was used to relay messages. For example, to signal that they wanted to escape, women would braid a hairstyle called departes. “It had thick, tight braids, braided closely to the scalp and was tied into buns on the top.

And another style had curved braids, tightly braided on their heads. The curved braids would represent the roads they would [use to] escape. In the braids, they also kept gold and hid seeds which, in the long run, helped them survive after they escaped.”

Garcia said with satisfaction that there has been a resurgence of braided hairstyles in Colombia in recent years. But this reality is not only evident in Colombia but all around the world.

 

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