Thursday, 6 December 2012

Tonto Dike Responds To Yvonnes Nelsons tweets

Yvonne Nelson who's been on the news lately Because of her relationship And Breakup with Nigeria Music Artist Iyanya and her Tweets about their recent Breakup.Because of Iyanya's current relationship with Tonto Dikeh.
Yesterday Tonto Dikeh responded to Yvonne Nelsons Tweets, by posting This on her Timeline:

Hunz lemme B,I'm happy n I earned dat Right*Sincere Apology 2d Hurtin Party,People change n So doez Feelin**Movin On iz a great Virtue dat takez U 2ur PROMIZE LAND** #POKO#
A Tweet by @Tontolet

Woman who gets Uncontrollable orgasms commits suicide

A woman who suffered from a debilitating condition where she had constant, uncontrollable physical urges has committed suicide after years of battling her affliction.
Gretchen Molannen, 39, was found dead in her home in Spring Hill, Florida over the weekend from an apparent suicide.
She had suffered from persistent genital arousal disorder (PGAD) for more than a decade and a half. The condition means the afflicted are physically but not psychologically aroused and can often only find relief after masturbating for hours upon end.
The Tampa Bay Times reported that it is unclear how or when the 39-year-old woman died, but that the Hernando County Sheriff’s office responded to a suicide call on Saturday night.
The newspaper had done a profile on Ms Molannen only a week before, speaking to her about her debilitating disorder.
‘I had such a different life before this thing took over,’ she said in November. Ms Molannen explained that she began feeling the sensation when she was 23, describing that it was like a switch she couldn’t turn off.
One of the only forms of relief came from masturbating for hours on end, something that Ms Molannen, a Lutheran, found as a point of shame.
Though she had aspirations of working as a translator, her condition meant that she had to take odd jobs, because she had to deal with the physical demands of PGAD.
She could only find relief after hours of masturbation.
She had a boyfriend, who emailed the Times after her original story was published, saying the article ‘won’t help her now’ because she had killed herself.
They had sex around four times a year, the Times said, because it caused Ms Molannen hours of agony afterward. She agreed to it in a bid for physical intimacy.
Ms Molannen had told the Tampa Bay Times that because of her condition, she was unable to hold down any full-time employment. She tried to file for disability twice, and was twice denied.
Because of this, the boyfriend had paid her taxes so she could keep her parents’ house.
Speaking to the Tampa Bay Times only a week ago, Ms Molannen said that without medication, she once had 50 uncontrolled orgasms in a row.
‘It made me think I was going to die,’ she told the newspaper.
According to the Journal of Sex and Marriage Therapy, any number of events or medications can trigger the disorder, including going off antidepressants, starting menopause, and even a bad fall.
It is unclear how many women suffer from the disease, but experts estimate it to be in the thousands.

True Life Story-‘I Was In Mortuary For 7 Days’

He was murdered. After about seven days of inquiry into his ‘death’, his relatives went to the mortuary with a coffin to take his body but were shocked to find him alive.
Lazarus Oluwafemi Agbolahan Makinde, now an evangelist shares his story.
To hear him, especially through the telephone receiver, you must be determined and very patient. The first time this reporter called him, the impression that initially came through as the voice was barely audible, was that he must have been tired out or had some ailment. It was indeed difficult deciphering the near whisper.
On meeting him, he came through as a very happy man, and the way he carried himself made that obvious. However, speaking with him explained the cause of the piteous voice quality… His throat was slashed; his head smashed and his genitals were severed in a bizarre murder act. But he is alive to tell the story! And to work on the astonishing story he told in Egba variant-tinted Yoruba language made it even more engaging, considering the fact that he had no western education.
Evangelist Makinde’s joy at being alive and able to bear children came through as he struggled to be heard and understood. And this explains his eagerness to tell his story over and over again.
What Happened?

On the fateful day, two of my journey-men came to me and said they would like to go to my house with me and would sleep in my house. I asked them why and they both said their brothers had visitors. I told them I would not be driving home as I had intended to preach in the bus I would board… I was rounding off a three-day fast. Nevertheless, we went home together.
When we got home, I made three cups of tea and I went out to buy bread so we could eat from the stew my wife had prepared before she travelled. They said they were okay but I insisted. On my way, a neighbour, who is also a member of our church, and my landlord’s wife saw them and asked who my visitors were and I told them they were my co-workers who had come to pass the night in my house.
While I was away, they had added something to my tea and without knowing this I blessed the tea and drank. I passed out. In that state of unconsciousness, they slit my throat with a knife and removed my Adam’s apple, smashed my head so much that my brain could be seen and also cut my genitals. They took my money, locked me in the room and went away, leaving me for dead. And to think that they were my employees I was paying. One of them was Lukman Osunbiyi of Arigbajo near Ifo in Ogun State.
After some days, a foul smell had enveloped our yard and our neighbour’s. A neighbour known as Baba Isaac was the one that raised the issue of what was smelling because my room was adjacent to his. People were searching their rooms to find it. My room is on the way to the conveniences of our compound and our landlord was the one that found out that the smell was coming from my room. He called his wife, Mummy Moji, and asked what could be smelling in my room, ‘has he got dogs?’ The woman said she knew I had no dog. The man said they should send for my relations but they called our church members.
When the church members arrived at the scene, they said they could not break the door. So, they went and fetched my brother who was at Itire-Ijesha, known as Brother Kunle. He was the one that drove to Area G police station at Ogba. The police came, demanded for the duplicate key to my room from the landlord and he told them he could not lay his hands on the spare key. The police broke the door and they found my body in a pool of blood in the room… After four days.
This was late in the night of the fourth day. They took me to Idi Araba (Lagos University Teaching Hospital) and they were told to go and bury me. They went to Island Hospital, I was rejected; they went to Igbobi and they also rejected me there. I was eventually deposited at the Ikeja General Hospital mortuary. On the seventh day after the incident, members of our family went to Ikeja to retrieve my body. They went with a coffin, but the Almighty God had some point to prove. I was stacked with other dead bodies and when they got to me, they saw that I had raised my left hand and was waving it.
There was shouting and commotion at the mortuary. They took me into the hospital for treatment. I noticed that the doctors were confused as to where to start from or what to do. They had cut my throat and severed the oesophagus, my head was wide open while my manhood was dangling. But God raised one of the doctors, a white man named Daniel, through whom my rehabilitation commenced at the Ikeja General Hospital. He was the one who began some repairs of my throat and head. But it was difficult because the throat was gone, it is a cartilage and could hardly be sewn; while my head could sustain nothing and was gushing.
But somehow, he managed to cut an opening though the base of my neck and created a duct through which I was fed and given medicines. Breathing was a huge task, given the wound and the pain. And remember, my genitals were severed and suture was also nearly impossible.
There were lots of plastic holds and bandages on my neck and others… it was a sight to behold. I was later transferred to the ward.
It will interest you to know that while I was there in the ward, God appeared to me on two different occasions and said: “I am the Lord, your God. I have a task which you must accomplish.” After four days in the ward, all the pipes on me were removed by God knows who. Yes, my eyes were open but I could not see. It is needless to say that I could not talk. How and when the pipes were removed, I did not know. I kept hearing a voice telling me: “Am I not your God?” Amid that voice, the plastic and other things on my head were removed. When the nurses and others saw what had happened, there was commotion. They were asking who removed the things. They thought I had died and were confused.
When Dr Daniel arrived, he saw what had happened and exclaimed that he had never seen such a thing before. Eventually, they took me back to the theatre. He tried to replace the pipes and so on.

So, were there arrests after you came back to life?

When the news spread that I had resurrected, one of the persons that killed me committed suicide. The man’s was known as Olumide Timilehin. Lukman Osunbiyi ran away. I was told I could not procreate because my genitals had been severed. Secondly, the doctors also said that my brain was gone and that I would just be kept in a place and be fed and that I would not speak. I was passed as vegetable. It was such a difficult period. But God had some other plans.
One day, as our pastor was walking towards me and I just called out his name… I mean Pastor Oke, who was our pastor then at Christ Freedom Evangelical Ministry. That was the day I regained my voice and began to talk again. It was a great day of joy. In fact, when my mother heard what had happened, she walked to Ikeja, almost naked, to see for herself. Even after that incident, I still remained rooted to a spot, immobile.
While there, I kept hearing the police and the people talk about Lukman. The police asked me if I knew where he lived and I said I knew the place in Mushin. They asked if I could see and I said yes, just put me in the vehicle. When we got to Lukman’s residence at Mushin, we were directed to where he was at play. When we arrived at the place, they crosschecked his face with that in the photograph they had and saw that it was him truly. He attempted to jump over the fence but he was arrested by the policemen and my family members.
They accused him of murder and the matter was taken to court. It was during the hearings in court that Lukman revealed how they came about committing the murder. He spilled the beans, and revealed those who paid them to kill me. He said it was my half-brothers that paid him and Olumide to kill me in my room. There also, one of my brothers admitted that they agreed among themselves, and with Lukman, to just waste me.

Was Lukman jailed or what?

Towards the end of the matter, pointers were that Lukman and others could be sentenced to death as that was the submission of the state which was prosecuting the case. On one of the hearing days, I raised my hand and requested to speak. When I was given the opportunity, I asked that the matter be left for God to judge. I said I wouldn’t want to see them killed by the cause of this case. At some point in the matter, members of the family of Lukman came to my family and offered me N2million then, begging me to forgive their son and spare his life. They came through my relations and expressed disappointment in their son and brother. They were sorry and wanted to compensate me, but I said I did not need the money. I told them that it was God that brought me back to life and I therefore leave everything to Him.

What is your advice to people?

Anyone that has Christ has it all… Anyone that has Christ and believes in Him, and does the will of God. He says we are the temple of God and that He would fight for us. He is that one that fought for me because we are more than conquerors because of He who loves us. That is my story. I didn’t even tell you about my tongue that I bit so hard when I was struggling with death… I almost bit my tongue into two in the struggle for life.
The address is Abeokuta Street at Oke Odo, in Pleasure area. There is a Cherubim and Seraphim Church in front of the place. The people there would tell more than I have because they saw it all.

Wednesday, 5 December 2012

What! I thought Yvonne Said She wasn't dating Iyanya?

From every indication, it appears the much talked about romance between Kukere master, Iyanya and Ghanaian actress, Yvonne Nelson, has hit the rocks. The pair began dating in July this year and were spotted together at several functions. In his second hit single, ‘Your waist’, the maiden winner of Project Fame West Africa, repeatedly sang how much he adored the actress’ body.
According to the actress, the reason why the relationship has ended, was because Iyanya, was allegedly seeing another actress, Nollywood star Tonto Dikeh.
She confirmed the break up and the allegations in a series of tweet, particularly noting that “I really thought you were the one.. but I guess all u wanted was to be dating an actress. Enjoy dating the 2..”
Before she added: “He was acting all along in the relationship and guess what??? I’m THE actress and I couldn’t tell. #ironyoflife”

She Tweeted:-

Friday, 30 November 2012

Rihanna Posts Picture of Her Kissing Chris....

Tender moment: Rihanna posted a photo to her Twitter page which sees her wrapping her arms around Chris Brown's neck and kissing him

Tender moment: Rihanna posted a photo to her Twitter page which sees her wrapping her arms around Chris Brown’s neck and kissing him
The tender image shows Rihanna wrapping her arms around Chris’ neck was he keeps his head down and she nuzzles into him.
Chris crouches on a sofa while Rihanna is cross-legged beside him and leans into him, sporting tiny white shorts and a matching top.
She wrote alongside the telling photo: ‘I dont wanna leave!!! Killed it tonight baby!!!’

Help! I'm in Love With my husbands Sister....

My Name is Blessing, i have been married to Husband since 2008 and we are blessed with a son who would be turning 2 soon. My hubby is a business man, and travels abroad to buy the goods he sells in Idumota Market here in Lagos.

My affair with his sister started in 2010, 2years into my marriage, She comes to the house to help me out with the chores and take care of my baby, whenever her brother is out of town. I'm a few months older than she is, that has made us even closer because we get to talk about anything to everything. She gist's me about all her sexual escapades and experiences.

On this this faithful Friday we were home as usual gisting then she brought up a topic about her experience with lesbians in the hostel and how they make advances towards her. i got so interested in this gist that i started asking her questions about what they do (since i have never had the experience before) then she told me she was going to demonstrate it on my body. so i told her i didn't mind that was how she started fondling with my breast and kissing me. Now my problem is we have gotten so used to each other and because we spend time together i'm falling in love with her what do i do? how do i confront my husband. i just want her, i don't have the same feelings i used to have for my husband i think my feeling for him has depreciated. Please Help Me! 

INsANITY! 47 year Old Man Sexually Assaultls his 12yrs old daughter!!!

A 47-year-old father, Godwin Allu has been sentenced to seven years imprisonment with hard labour by a Benin Chief Magistrate’s Court for defiling his 12-year-old daughter.
The convict, was accused of unlawfully having devouring his daughter on Nov. 20, at 19 Omono Street, off Stadium road, Benin City.
According to the prosecutor, his offence contravened section 208 of the Criminal Code, cap 48 Vol .11 of the defunct Bendel State of Nigeria, 1976, which is applicable to the present Edo state.
The minor had earlier testified that her biological father had slept with her countless times at different occasions.
The victim, who had blood stains on her school uniform, told her headteacher at Obaseki Primary School, Benin of her ordeal in the hands of her sex-crazed dad.
The headteacher later reported the case at the Airport Police Station, also in Benin, leading to his summon in court.
He pleaded guilty and begged for leniency.
The Chief Magistrate, Mr. Peter Obaseki, while delivering her judgment yesterday, described the heinous act as cruel for which the accused deserved no mercy.
He said, “That the accused had carnal knowledge with a 12-year-old child on three separate occasions is bad enough.
“It is heart rendering that he was doing it with his own daughter, who even had blood stains on her uniform on the day this incest was reported.
“The case of sexual offence in this jurisdiction is not only increasing, but that of parents defiling their own daughters is also becoming common knowledge,” the Magistrate said.
Obaseki said, “it is necessary that the court join other stakeholders in taking a serious stand in order to wipe out this monster before the society’s moral fabric is completely destroyed.
“For this reason, the convict must be put out of circulation for sometime so that he would not be able to continue with his bestial activities.
“It is my prayer that God will forgive and change him for the better while in prison.
“In the circumstance, the convict is sentenced to seven years imprisonment with hard labour. There shall be no option of fine.”
The court also ordered the victim to be taken to an orphanage for care and protection.