tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49701580581796665492024-02-08T01:57:00.425+01:00Anuoluwapo'sAnuoluwapohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557506699866995302noreply@blogger.comBlogger176125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970158058179666549.post-72137128931377102072016-11-14T02:24:00.002+01:002016-11-14T02:24:38.387+01:00Emotional blackmailersBloghearts!!<br />
It's been a year. I hope everyone is doing great. I'm very well too, thank you. I had been meaning to come back for a while but I've been occupied with some other things, lazy and had some difficulty signing into my account. Here I am now. I will not post everyday but I'll try to do so often. I posted this on Facebook a few days back, I just edited it and thought we could start with that.<br />
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<i><b>"<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "san francisco" , , "blinkmacsystemfont" , ".sfnstext-regular" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: -0.23999999463558197px;">I've been through so much, family and friends deserted me. What pained me the most is my cousin that didn't help me with money to complete my house rent."</span></b></i><span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "san francisco" , , "blinkmacsystemfont" , ".sfnstext-regular" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: -0.23999999463558197px;"> </span><br />
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "san francisco" , , "blinkmacsystemfont" , ".sfnstext-regular" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: -0.23999999463558197px;">I don't understand why people feel so entitled. <b><i>"My uncle is stingy, my sister is selfish. She traveled and did not bring anything for me"</i></b> </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "san francisco" , , "blinkmacsystemfont" , ".sfnstext-regular" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: -0.23999999463558197px;">Did you pay for her ticket? Did you put money in her pocket? Do you know that she couldn't buy enough goods for her store due to lack of funds. No, you just </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "san francisco" , , "blinkmacsystemfont" , ".sfnstext-regular" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: -0.23999999463558197px;">talk without thinking. You have no idea what your uncle is going through, he desperately trying to raise money to repay the loan he took before the bank takes over his house. Your childhood friend who hasn't sent anything to you had his </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "san francisco" , , "blinkmacsystemfont" , ".sfnstext-regular" , sans-serif; letter-spacing: -0.23999999463558197px;">containers</span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "san francisco" , , "blinkmacsystemfont" , ".sfnstext-regular" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: -0.23999999463558197px;"> seized. How will you know when you think only about yourself? Bad friend. You have no idea how your brother is praying, fasting and hustling just so he can set up or expand his business. </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "san francisco" , , "blinkmacsystemfont" , ".sfnstext-regular" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: -0.23999999463558197px;">No, you're just inc</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: -0.23999999463558197px;">onsiderate. </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: "san francisco" , , "blinkmacsystemfont" , ".sfnstext-regular" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: -0.23999999463558197px;">Your family friend that has been frequenting the U. K, India and Dubai has been trying to get help for her sick child. Yes, she posts pictures on social media because she is trying to create memories. Your nephew doesn't have any responsibilities because he isn't married so he should spend all his money on you, abi? Is it when he marries that he should start saving? He can as well not get a job until he gets married. Even if he has decided not to marry, he has something called a future ahead of him. But excuse me sir, what happened to your own hands that you can't work? Haha, you're old? If the young man doesn't start saving now, he'll end up like you - old and broke. </span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show" style="color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: -0.23999999463558197px;">Everybody has their issues. Some people carry their crosses and smile while at it. If you don't want to smile, fine, just carry your cross and don't nag others to death. Prayerfully make a plan and start working towards your goals. Help rarely </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: -0.23999999463558197px;">comes to idle hands.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: -0.23999999463558197px;">Please stop blackmailing people emotionally, they are not God. I'm not in any way excusing stinginess </span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: -0.23999999463558197px;">but if you feel no entitlement and choose to be considerate, whether or not you know what's up with them, you're unlikely to</span><span style="color: #1d2129; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: -0.23999999463558197px;"> get hurt. </span><br />
<span style="color: #1d2129; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: -0.23999999463558197px;">No, I'm not angry. I listened to a testimony where the lady bashed her relatives and friends for not doing enough for her. We don't know their stories, we want to be considerate and besides, we have no interest in taking sides, right? </span><br />
Thanks to everyone who has been on my neck to come back.<br />
Love,<br />
Anuoluwapo.<br />
<br />Anuoluwapohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557506699866995302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970158058179666549.post-26356070927135801832015-10-03T20:28:00.000+01:002015-10-03T21:20:28.433+01:00Lets have a baby, abroad!It seems to me that having one's children abroad is the in thing now. Everybody aspires to join the club of mothers of "Tokunbos." You go and give birth abroad, inconvenience the people you stay with. You even inconvenience yourself because you can't be as comfortable as you would be in your home. In Nigeria, you have family, friends, church members, neighbours and even strangers going out of their way to help you. Want everyone at your beck and call? Have a baby! Okay, I exaggerated a little but you get what I mean right?<br />
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Who has time to be with and help you abroad? You're lucky if you get one or two helping out a bit. In my world, a woman who just put to bed should only bathe, eat, feed her baby, sleep and attend to guests whenever she can. That's the only time some women get pampered by their inlaws. My point is coming from the African tradition, you don't get the help you need when you're alone abroad. Well, except you have a vacation home and domestic staff over there. Squatting, when its not nescessary, with someone is not it<br />
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Some travel to countries where their children would not even become citizens by virtue of being born there. So really, what's the point? I know someone who had a baby abroad and was back within 4 days because bills were piling up. Is that even safe for the mother and child? I know another babe who came back really skinny with her child after 2 months. Apparently, her mil went with her but she couldn't help out in any way because of her age. Hence, she really was on her own.<br />
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The state of the health care sector in Nigeria is a story for another day but not like delivery na. Where complications that the doctors can not handle may arise, the doctors would have advised the pregnant lady. I read a post where someone said she had issues and flew to her gynaecologist in New York or so. I think its a total waste of money. Our gynaecologists are really good. Some people travel abroad for medical check up. How will our health care sector grow that way? As medical tourism grows, our healthcare sector suffers. Let our doctors do their jobs. Yes there are some cases that need to be flown out but not like headache, malaria, typhoid,... Why not travel abroad for your weekly ante natal?<br />
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Someone told me if he has 12million naira, he'll rather have his wife deliver their 3rd child abroad than buy a property or invest in business. Seriously???<br />
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What do you think? I love you for reading, Anuoluwapo.<br />
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<br />Anuoluwapohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557506699866995302noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970158058179666549.post-88101230955810163652015-10-01T00:19:00.000+01:002015-10-01T00:35:36.753+01:00Independence Day Giveaway<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: sans-serif;">Happy Independence Day Nigerians! Long life and prosperity, death to corruption in Jesus' name. Amen!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: sans-serif;">I look forward to a Nigeria where you don't have to know a governor or be a child of an oga at the top to get a good job or contract. A Nigeria where merit means something. A Nigeria where corrupt leaders are prosecuted and shamed by all. A Nigeria where living/schooling overseas does not seem glamorous. After all, its harder to get into a federal university in Nigeria than a school abroad. A Nigeria where politics requires hardworking diligent persons who are passionate about good governance and not their pockets. A Nigeria where children of corrupt leaders are ashamed to post their parents ill-gotten wealth on social media. A Nigeria with free and quality healthcare. Don't you think government officials should be stopped from seeking medical treatments abroad especially when we have competent hands on ground here? Or perhaps unlike the masses, they have two heads. Abi, why should anyone travel out to treat malaria, thyphoid or to have a baby? #GistForAnotherDay.</span></div>
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Dr<span style="font-family: sans-serif;">astic measures need to be taken about the condition of public schools and fast. If the children of these "rich" people go to public schools, I'm sure the story would be different. A Nigeria where we do not have to rely on imported goods so much. Imported clothes, imported cereals, even imported sense. Choosing "oyinbo" mentality and mannerisms over our Africans ways. A Nigeria where OAPs can be proud to speak like the Nigerians that they are #GistsForAnotherDay.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: sans-serif;">A Nigeria with free Wi-Fi? :D Yes please! Constant power supply and water should come quickly. Lack of/erratic power supply is killing businesses. How about water? *sigh* I was sleeping soundly until NEPA held the light again.</span><span style="font-family: sans-serif;"> </span><i style="font-family: sans-serif;">Am I the only one who still says NEPA and not PHCN?</i><span style="font-family: sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: sans-serif;">Now the baby girl is wide awake. Thanks again NEPA *side eye*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: sans-serif;">What are your wishes for Nigeria? What would you be doing today? Why are you excited about today? Don't tell me its only because today is a public holiday. It sounds like a valid one to me anyways.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: sans-serif;">To the giveaway: The photos posted are by @banjyteimagery in celebration of Nigeria's 55th Independence Anniversary. I love them all. He is also kind enough to give a reader of this blog a free portrait session. Great right? To win this giveaway, you need to follow @banjyteimagery and @anutoki on instagram. Post (or repost from either of our handles) at least one of the independence day themed pictures. Tag @banjyteimagery and @anutoki Mention your friends to like. The post with the highest likes wins. Simple as ABC. Contest starts now and ends by 12noon on October 10th. Hurry now to give yourself an head start. This giveaway has to be redeemed in Ilorin. It is also transferable.</span><br />
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Have a great celebration. Thanks Mr Banjyte for the giveaway. Thank you for reading. I hope to read from you in the comments. I love you for reading, Anuoluwapo.Anuoluwapohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557506699866995302noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970158058179666549.post-23200571769032172512015-09-11T23:28:00.000+01:002015-09-11T23:28:56.813+01:00ABH's Empowerment training 1Hi bloghearts, had a good week? Yeah, TGIF! So, Alma Benevolence Home had a 4 day intensive empowerment/entrepreneural training for mothers having financial difficulties raising their children. Being the first of its kind, the turn out was low but the stress of putting it together wasn't. It started on the 4th of August. The trainees thereafter started and are still on their internship.<br />
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I want to thank everyone who made the project a success through their prayers, financial and moral supports. We got the venue, Latara Events' Place, for free. The trainers trained for free. We only had to pay for products/materials. We were on a tight budget so the host venue and trainers provided some of their materials/products to us for free. God bless you wonderful people.<br />
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The environment was so friendly and beautiful. You wouldn't believe most of us just met. The trainers are young and down to earth but mighty people. They know what they are doing. I would tell them to show up by 7am and they would. Amazing people, they really co-operated. I shared the idea with some people who snubbed me. Some friends and strangers, who have become friends, embraced it despite their busy schedules. Adeola (aloeday) has been my friend since 2007. It was more like I informed her :d I had makeup in mind when I told her but no one could have taught small chops better. Gloria was a sweet acquaintance I met through a dear baker friend. I had never met Toyyibah. She just had a baby and some plenty long story I don't want to get into now. I tried my best to dissuade her from coming but for where? She managed to come and was very active on the 4th day. I've known Mopelola since we were in jss1. I kept calling her round the clock. She was the organiser! I've known Fatima for too long, where do I start? She was a very friendly senior in secondary school and school mother in law school :d I had never met Adeola(ritarose) but she's so amazing, she is my sis/friend whether she likes it or not. Billie is my friend cum rival that I love so much. I informed her about the project and stressed her well. Banji is my brother and foodie who wasn't in touch ehn. Banji, repent because you lose your sis o. I met Kay (Michael Bolaji) at my wedding and that was about all. He is now my friend! I've know Lolade for some years. She was in between an acquaintance and a friend but she has ported now. I wonder if I went there to make friends. I've known Modupe for a while now. She can do everything -aso oke, Ankara shoes/bags/accessories and beads. She was ready to teach anything we asked her to. Ayo is the real MVP. She heard of the programme and reached out to me. There's nothing like being around people with kind hearts. God bless their businesses.<br />
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Here are their names and contacts so you can patronise them.<br />
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<li>Venue: Latara Events' Place 08133352000 www.lataraeventsventures.com </li>
<li>Small chops: Adeola 07014455668 @aloeday on instagram</li>
<li>Cake making: Gloria 08144779484 @lareina_cakes on instagram and Toyyibah 08069338925 <span style="font-family: sans-serif;">@toyyibah22</span></li>
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We have so many beautiful photos from the programme. I feel this post is lengthy (hope I didn't bore you). I'll post pictures tomorrow. Thank you again everyone. Special shout out to the hubs and my mom. Love you plenty.<br />
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Since my last post a lot of things have happened. Wrote exams and working on my project (please pray that I come out successful). Oh yes, ALMA BENEVOLENCE HOME's project was successful. Thanks to every kind heart that supported the cause. We would talk about that in subsequent posts. It was my birthday. I'm surprised some of you remembered. Thanks for the wishes. My grandmom was 80! Igniting my business again, kindly subscribe to my bbm channel (C00447DC8) to see what I have. In all, God has been faithful.<br />
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So I'm back. If you have any topic(s) you'll like us to talk about, please share in the comment section or send to tarabauer01@gmail.com<br />
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I can imagine the side eyes Rehab's family would have been getting in church. How the sisters would talk hush hush as she walked pass. Many of us even know how to communicate with friends with our eyes. How her mother would have been called a failure and how the men would have talked down on the father "Raise your daughter first before you worry yourself about the decisions we make at our meetings." How Gideon would have been refused admission to the Law School or how he would have been jobless 10years after school <span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">because his father had no connections.</span></div>
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Anuoluwapohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557506699866995302noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970158058179666549.post-46174234326757773722015-06-28T23:43:00.000+01:002015-06-29T00:09:42.897+01:00Free trainingsHello dear bloghearts, how are you? Had a good weekend I suppose. I'll love to share an idea with you. An empowerment programme is being planned for financially challenged single moms/widows where they can learn basics which would enable them set up small businesses of their own. The overall aim is to better the lives of their children. Everyone deserves a happy childhood with education, decent food and clothing, yeah? This is one of the programmes we have. In the past 3 months we've visited the beautiful children at Kwara state's orphanage and Hope Orphanage, Idofian. We plan to do much more but need your help.<br />
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We're partnering with kind hearted business owners to train the participants. We would pay for the materials, provide start up capital for some, if not all of them and place some of them as interns under professionals for more further training. All they have to do is to get themselves to the venue. They do not even have to buy forms, it's completely free.<br />
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<span style="font-family: sans-serif;">We need you to be a part by helping with publicity. Share with </span><span style="font-family: sans-serif;">everyone on every social media platform you're on. We also need to reach radio/tv presenters/stations and bloggers in Ilorin. We need companies into food/drinks to partner with us. We need more people with large hearts who are willing to train free of charge. Soap makers, web designers, bakers, bead makers, caterers, photographers, fashion designers, as long as you can teach a skill, we need you. Ofcourse we need money. I assure </span><span style="font-family: sans-serif;">you nothing is too small. Help us raise funds. Be sure we'll be accountable. God bless your kind hearts. To help, please call 07069066083 or e-mail </span><span style="font-family: sans-serif;">anutoki@gmail.com.</span><br />
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Continue to read the broadcasts we're sending around. Feel free to share it and this post.<br />
Good news for struggling single moms/widows! Alma Benevolence Home brings to you an empowerment training at no cost. Courses include photography, make-up, baking, small chops, ankara shoe and bag, bead making, tailoring and lots more. To register, send your full names, phone no, age and 3 desired courses to 07069066083 by 11th July. Please don't keep to yourself, share with others.<br />
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<br />Anuoluwapohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557506699866995302noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970158058179666549.post-76315248412491807912015-06-19T23:08:00.001+01:002015-06-19T23:08:51.400+01:00#trustissues #spiritualsomethingsHi bloghearts, how are you doing? I've been ruminating over a conversation I had with a couple during the week and thought to hear from you.<br />
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Anuoluwapohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557506699866995302noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970158058179666549.post-24455248318427157652015-06-14T22:29:00.000+01:002015-06-14T22:44:34.518+01:00Feel amongIt's disheartening to see 29 year olds influenced negatively by their peers. Oh, wait for it, 55 year olds are also being influenced. When someone says peer pressure, we're quick to think of children and teenagers. Sorry ma, if you're picking aso-ebi you can't afford, you're succumbing to pressure. If you're buying cars or even meals you can't afford so you can post on instagram, you're there. If you're contributing money in church not because you want to give to God but because you can't genuinely say "I'm sorry I can't give anything now". How about getting married because your friends are doing so?<br />
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You do things because you want to "b'egbe pe". Your mates are starting businesses, building their conglomerates from scratch. Yes, your mates are also buying designer everything and flying around the world. It's up to you to choose, stupidly or otherwise, where you belong. It doesn't have to be a bad thing, like stealing, doing drugs or runs. As long as you're doing something because others are doing it, you're wrong.<br />
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Sex selection allows parents of a non-existent foetus choose its sex. It may be done for medical reasons as in a situation where there is a risk of a parent passing a serious genetic condition to an offspring of a particular sex. It can also be done for non-medical reasons such as family balancing. The most discussed method, which is a form of IVF and has been legalized in the U.K., is the pre-implantation genetic diagosis (PGD).<br />
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It sounds brilliant, yea? You can wish for 2 daughters and 2 sons and have just that without having to pray and involve God. No please. Anyway, sperm and eggs are harvested and brought together. One or more "foetuses" of the desired sex are transplanted into the woman and the others discarded. To me, it is tantamount to having an abortion. If you can tell the sex, it's not just a non-existent foetus. It has a right to life, just as an unborn child does.<br />
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The presenter seemed to be advocating for the legalization of non-medical sex selection for family balancing and other social reasons. A point she raised is that its illegality affects the economy adversely as couples with female children keep having kids in the search for a male child.<br />
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I have no problem with the medical reasons. However, In this part of the world, this "beautiful" non-medical idea would have a consequence of an heightened level of gender discrimination against women, don't you think? There is already a discrimination we should fight and not fuel.<br />
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Family balancing is not bad but in Africa, people prefer sons over daughters. A man gave a testimony in church that his wife had delivered a baby. He had to come back to say it was a boy as if boys are better and the congregation cheered like boys are better. A mother of 3 boys usually locks "shop" and is content with her kids. Whereas, a mother of 5 girls would keep trying for a male heir, or an "arole" as Yorubas would call it, and in the process have kids she can't raise.<br />
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It's getting better now as people are more enlightened and understand that the sex of the child doesn't determine his/her successes. The introduction of this family balancing technique would bring back the slowly dying discrimination with a big bang. I don't think the answer is legalization of the practice but enlightenment of people that children are wonderful gifts from God whether male or female, with neither being inferior to the other. Maybe when that is achieved and people are not pressured into having male children, we can think of legalizing sex selection for non-medical reasons.<br />
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Thanks for reading guys, Anuoluwapo. So what say you?<br />
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Wait, would you die if you offer to pay for his meal or cab fare? He also got your attention, right? Later you won't let us rest on social media "#selfmade #feminist #ipaymybills" #yimu. If you make it a condition precedent for men to foot your bills before they have an opportunity to know you, you're a "yahoo" girl not worth knowing. You also seem like a broken clock that will only say "give me, give me."<br />
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According to her, another sign of stinginess is him asking for your bbm pin or whatsapp no at your first meeting. It means he doesn't want to spend his money on airtime to call you. Theory of life. Well, I also will not give a stranger those but not because he didn't buy rice or amala for me.<br />
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Anuoluwapohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557506699866995302noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970158058179666549.post-30978391546864497842015-05-26T01:25:00.001+01:002015-05-26T01:25:19.276+01:00Choose one#NoLight #NoFuel Women are complaining that their freezers have become cupboards. Business owners are frustrated. Students can't work on their laptops. Everyone is complaining but #ThereIsGod. Hopefully, the change coming in on Friday would favour us all. Amen!<br />
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I saw a part of a beauty contest last week where a contestant was asked to choose between beauty, fame and money. She chose fame *rme* No matter how vain you are, you have to pretend not to be to win. So, beauty is out of it. Besides, beauty is nothing and it fades.<br />
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I also wouldn't pick fame because having fame without money is synonymous to being a toothless bulldog. We see you but we can't feel you. And if we don't feel you, we don't remember you. There is an extent to which you can lobby some policies. You may be able to enter places after waiting long hours but when you're rich you'll be ushered in immediately. It's easier for you to influence policies like the right to education. With fame, you'll be shouting on instagram or follow in ETC's footsteps. You can be rich without being famous sef. #WeCan'tShout LOL.<br />
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Nobody wears a sign on their head saying “Hey date me and I’ll be sure to abuse you in the future!” The fact is that many relationships that are abusive didn’t start that way. On the contrary, they start out almost too good to be true. I read of a couple where he was so in love with her that he decided to marry her. He asked her parents for her hand in marriage and that’s where the first seed of abuse was planted. The girl’s family exploited him. They did it with his dowry and did not care that he was not in the best financial position. They accounted for every penny of clothes, school fees and other costs of raising "this prized possession of" a daughter. He was nearly financially wiped out by the time the wedding took place. Too embarrassed to say anything, he shut his mouth and got through it. A few months later, still unable to recover from the financial plummet, he started falling into depression, frustration and of course anger. One day, he asked his new wife to make him a sandwich, her response wasn’t favorable and he beat her. Explaining to her that he paid with his life’s savings to buy her from parents who acted as if they were selling property, not sending a daughter off to happiness. In this case who was abused? They both were. Him by her parents and her by him. So here is the take away from this one: Someone can become abusive that wasn’t before.</div>
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Abuse is not only DOMESTIC VIOLENCE. Many times, abuse happens long before it shows up as domestic violence. Abuse is simply the cruel or violent treatment of someone. So again violence is only part of the story cruel treatment is the other part, and that happens to many of us more than we are willing to admit. There are many people in “Emotionally abusive “relationships/marriages. This type of abuse is no less terrible than physical abuse. Emotional abuse is a non-physically violent but terrible form of abuse. You may think that physical abuse is far worse than emotional abuse, since physical violence can send you to the hospital and leave you with scars. But, the scars of emotional abuse are very real, and they run deep. In fact, emotional abuse can be just as damaging as physical abuse—sometimes even more so. It is usually characterized by behavior that chips away at someone’s sense of self worth. Some examples are shaming, humiliation, intimidation, fear, withholding basic needs, name calling, threatening, and of course using guilt (perhaps of a past mistake) as a source of power over the other or for emotional ransom. Don't cover abuse by claims of possessiveness, anger problem, jealousy, drunkenness or love.</div>
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One of the telling things about a healthy relationship is that two people need each other by choice. Each chooses to depend on the other for something(s). Not so with abusive relationships. Abusers create a world where the other person is dependent on them by force. A counselor once spoke of an abuser who found out that his girlfriend got a new job that required a car that she could not afford to buy. He bought the car “supposedly for her” but she was not allowed to drive it. Only he could. She needed her job so she needed him and put up with his abuse for the sake of the job she needed. Another example is a "rich" man having the belief that he owns his "poor" partner because he is sponsoring her in school and perhaps caters to her needs and that of her family. Remember, an abuser’s goal is to control you, and he or she will frequently use money to do so. Economic or financial abuse includes: Rigidly controlling your finances, withholding money or credit cards/ basic necessities (food, clothes, medications, shelter), making you account for every penny you spend, restricting you to an allowance, preventing you from working or choosing your own career, sabotaging your job (making you miss work, calling constantly), stealing from you or taking your money, etc.</div>
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Abusers are experts at making a person feel that they are not going to be accepted by the world and that they are the only ones who are accepting of the victim and so are doing a favor. They give the victim the impression of themselves that says “I am really bad/ugly/ not-good-enough/ not educated enough, that no one out there will tolerate and love me." They erode the victims self esteem so much so that the person starts to think “The monster I know is better than the ones I don’t." You should never allow yourself be put down, humiliated and disrespected by anyone especially not the one that professes love to you.</div>
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We may have more “domestic violence” cases reported by women, but that does not mean that men don’t go through domestic violence as well and it certainly does not mean they don’t go through abuse. The truth is that men don’t really have an outlet to talk about themselves as victims. When women share this pain, they often get a host of sympathizer. Everyone comes to their rescue. Men get nothing but snares and taunting. Right from when men are young, they were told to just suck it up and be a man. So when a wife throws a tantrum at home, cries at the slightest nudge, PMS for 30 days, they suck it up. They don’t go having sleep overs at their friend's and break down in tears about how she threw the flower vase at him last night or how she has refused to perform her matrimonial obligations in weeks. They don’t tell their parents that the woman they live with emotionally abuses them. They don’t do that because they don’t get any support and even if they did, it’s too embarrassing. So know that abuse is not a gender thing. You might even be a female abuser and not realize it because you’re thinking “well I’ve never hit my man before” but remember, abuse can happen long before anyone physically hits the other. <i>It’s Not the Size of the Bruise but the Violation of the Sense of Safety.</i></div>
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<i>I gave a lecture in my NYSC CDS on domestic abuse and thought to share with you. Unfortunately, I can't find my references at the moment, i'll update the post when I do. This is not the end, there is a part 2 and maybe 3, please wait for them. I love you for reading, Anuoluwapo.</i></div>
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Anuoluwapohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557506699866995302noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970158058179666549.post-75406959124713943972015-05-14T05:45:00.001+01:002015-05-14T06:05:21.831+01:00Love contractWhat won't we hear? I read P Diddy isn't keen on marriage but cool with making a love contract. I don't know why we have refused to respect ourselves. A guy will wake up and say one nonsense and get away with it because some babes would give. If we take a stand, they would be forced to learn to respect us. We say we are not sex objects and there we are, in music videos, shaking our behinds seductively to songs that objectify us. We say men cheat and leave out the fact that they don't cheat with goats.<br />
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I don't know if I speak for other ladies but you got into a love contract with me the moment we got into a relationship. A contract to have my back, care for me, be faithful and never to divulge details about me. What else is in the yeye love contract that I don't already get from being your girlfriend? Oh right, she'll be your baby mama? Ladies, be there forming love contractor, #SideChicForever God help you if after many years, he marries another lady and leaves you hanging.<br />
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It reeks irresponsibility to me. Eating your cake and wanting it. Married but living like the boys. There is no sitting on the fence between being single and married. Marriage is not by force, if you and your woman don't believe in marriage and want to date forever, go for it. I still don't see the need for a contract. Why do you need a document to guide your affair? Shebi you don't want a real commitment. I would be very offended if my boyfriend played that card.<br />
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I hear mothers say things to imply that they are old and there's nothing to cover anymore. Puleaseeeee, don't let a pregnancy or a baby trick you into feeling wringled. You are still very beautiful, perhaps prettier than before. <i>Stretch marks? Use cocoa butter. </i>You must likely have that glow that young mothers do. Your boobs are also fuller and more succulent. You're attractive, not old. Being a mother is more reason for you not to take yourself for granted. Oya package yourself well.</div>
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Haha, I love you for reading bloghearts. I love the feedback I get from you, don't stop. Have a good good week, Anuoluwapo.</div>
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I was going to do a post on sometime else before I saw this photo that gave me a good laugh. It is so true! They stop using their pictures or use photos of their puffy faces and poow, baby pictures. It's not a secret but around here we keep it low because we don't know who wouldn't be happy for us, right? Photos taken during pregnancy become throwback when the baby arrives.<br />
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I don't get why pregnant babes have to be touchy, infact some people would be touchy on her behalf. Ask her her baby's sex, how old the pregnancy is or the baby's name before the naming ceremony and you automatically become a suspect. Is it a Nigerian or African thing? It seems like a custom to me, that's how it is done so you also do same. It really isn't anybody's business anyway. However, winchy winchy people don't need to see you or a photo of your growing bump to know you are preggy. Watch Africa Magic today.<br />
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A friend's sis shared photos of her bump on her blog before her son arrived. A sister told us the name of her son, who now has a younger brother, before he arrived. A few people do not hide these things and their children do very well.<br />
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Would you readily share the news or you would rather let the bump or the baby's arrival do the announcement? Lohla, Launna and other yummy mommies, did you hide yours and why? I find it ridiculous when people wear layers of clothes, ill-fitting clothes, waist trainers, etc to hide their bump. Even if you have no intention of sharing with strangers on instagram, wear nice maternity dresses and rock that bump. You only carry that child once.<br />
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prayerful. God keep us and ours from harm. *In Wendy Williams' voice* I love you for reading, Anuoluwapo.Anuoluwapohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557506699866995302noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970158058179666549.post-30972619914398590872015-05-03T02:10:00.000+01:002015-05-03T02:10:01.466+01:00My handwriting and I If it's by handwriting, I wouldn't have a blog. My dad would call me when I was writing my bar finals to remind me to make sure my writing was legible...<br />
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Anyway, I thought to share this with you. <span style="font-family: sans-serif;">I got so excited when I saw it as it is so apt for me. These psychologists sef, they can do jazz *in Rita's voice* </span><i style="font-family: sans-serif;">Do you remember Rita from D'banj's Kokomansion?</i><br />
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Mine is small letters, right, light pressure, looped l, looped t, slender y, long y, connected, the first i (I thought I was the only one who draws a circle on my "i" instead of a dot), the first t and even spacing. I guess it's good it forgot to mention how bad my writing is. Only God knows what it would say of it. Mind sharing yours? </div>
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<span style="font-family: sans-serif;">Does your handwriting describe your personality or was it just a coincidence with me? Perhaps you learnt something about yourself? </span>Love love, Anuoluwapo.</div>
<br />Anuoluwapohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557506699866995302noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970158058179666549.post-9685019343874358952015-05-01T01:53:00.001+01:002015-05-01T01:59:53.828+01:00No mediocreHi guys, how are you doing? I'm doing very well, busy being happy. It was a special someone's birthday few hours ago. I'm still so excited and wish the day wouldn't end. Oh Happy Workers' Day, Happy New Month bloghearts.<br />
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I have noticed that a lot of us are always on our toes, not wanting to hurt our loved ones which is great but not when it has to do with the truth. We take out time to coat the truth before saying it or saying what the other person wants to hear, is that friendship? If it's only 1 friend you have, you owe her the truth. It's better not to be a friend than sucking at it. Oh yea, you can't be a perfect friend but you can choose not to be a mediocre.<br />
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If you've read some of my posts, you would know that I'm very pro-mind your business. But how will your sister or bestie put all the pancake in the world on her face and expect you to remain quiet? Or want you to be diplomatic about helping her package? Not every time diploma please. When did you become a diplomat sef? I didn't say seize the opportunity to insult her oh.<br />
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Friends, loved ones owe each other the truth. Your friend is dating a married man or your sister's boyfriend beats her blue black and you still feel the need to polish the truth? You don't love her! She can get angry if she likes, you'll make up. It's not trying to pry into her private life, you're merely stating the obvious, which she may be blind to at the moment, in plain terms. She'll do same for you. A Yoruba adage says "If 2 siblings go in for a discussion and they come out with straight faces, be sure they just told each other the truth". If you're not telling her her boyfriend cheats on her then you shouldn't be telling anyone else.<br />
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Thanks for reading. Love love, Anuoluwapo.Anuoluwapohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557506699866995302noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970158058179666549.post-89385199748135625712015-04-25T05:49:00.000+01:002015-04-25T06:19:58.743+01:00Out of the closetWe can stop wondering now, it's official. 65year old father of 6 and grandfather of 7, Bruce Jenner, is transitioning. His family, ex-wives, celebrities (such as Lady Gaga and Ellen) and open minded people are applauding him. Infact, he is being called a hero as he just saved lives. Apparently, people who feel they are in the wrong bodies and need a sex change would be motivated to come out of their closets.<br />
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Bruce has just schooled Kim Kardashian on how to break the internet. Twitter has lost sleep over it. I thought Nigerians, in the atmosphere of change, would readily accept it, but they busy pleading the blood of Jesus and asking he be taken for deliverance. We're a dramatic people, yea?<br />
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<span style="font-family: sans-serif;">Tweets for and against changing sexes are flying around and I'm just here trying not to judge and observing. Initially, I felt it really isn't our business and he has a right to do as he wishes with his body as long as it's legal. Human Rights Activists and other concerned groups would soon start clamouring for sex transitioning to be part of our laws, that's if they haven't. If it is passed into law, how would you feel, if in 17 years, your child, spouse or parent wishes to transition? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: sans-serif;">Thanks for reading bloghearts. I'm waiting to read from you. Love, Anuoluwapo.</span>Anuoluwapohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557506699866995302noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970158058179666549.post-42219315178422312242015-04-24T16:34:00.001+01:002015-04-24T16:51:21.889+01:00You owe yourselfContrary to popular opinion, nobody owes you anything. Why are you pouting because your uncle didn't send you some money, your friend didn't get you a birthday gift, your cousin didn't get something for your baby or someone didn't visit you. When last did you get something for them? Oh, you gave expecting something in return? Have you died as they got nothing for you? Would it be a crime if you decide to be a cheerful giver yourself? You have no idea what's happening with them. Be content, you're not a beggar. Stop whinning and get productive, you owe yourself a good life.<br />
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I guess you know there are some parents who are not responsible for their children? How do you explain a parent who expects her teenage/undergraduate child to support her? Yes, it is so wrong but we should not take parents, who care for, feed, cloth, protect and put us in school, for granted.<br />
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We wouldn't be so disappointed if we stopped expecting so much. It makes us more appreciative when we do get something. Hopefully, there wouldn't be any nagging around here anytime soon.<br />
Thanks for reading bloghearts. Love, Anuoluwapo.Anuoluwapohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557506699866995302noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970158058179666549.post-26916085515110142952015-04-21T00:06:00.000+01:002015-04-21T00:31:20.334+01:00Guess who is hereMy bloghearts, how are you doing? I'm sorry I went MIA. I prepared you for it so don't be so upset. I finished my exams on Friday. I couldn't rest well before the good weekend began. A dear friend got married over the weekend and I had such a good time fussing over her, being happy for her and having a great time with my friends. And then yesterday I was at the UITH with the Euthanasia Initiative to share some love with some of the patients. So now you know why I've been away.<br />
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I have a 2week break, I guess, which I intend to spend on me and mine. No errands and no visits except you're one of my mothers, grand mom and aunties. Arrrgh, okay i'll be visiting but I need to rest in advance. 2nd semester won't be smiling.<br />
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I have becoming a fitfam and eating healthy on my to-do list for the year. I intend to start that and stick to it. I also hope to do a lot of reflection, drink more water, smile at every opportunity, stay away from the sun, rest well, no unnecessary gist and blog as much as I can. They all seem easy besides the working<br />
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Back to blogging it is. Thanks for waiting. Love love, Anuoluwapo.<br />
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*MIA = Missing In Action<br />
UITH = University of Ilorin Teaching Hospital<br />
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I read this quote on Instagram and I was completely touched by it. It reminded me of how many times I had removed 'jewels' from my crown so that a man would 'love me' ... instead of finding a man that was worthy of me, I had lowered myself more times than I care to remember. Over the years I wondered what was wrong with me? Why was I still single? Especially when being married to someone I loved and who loved me was all that I wanted. </div>
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I got less then I deserved because I had expected it, in my mind I didn't deserve much more... all of this came after I had lost 'him' as my best friend... because at one time I had thought I was <i><b>SO</b></i> lucky to have 'him'... I neglected to remember that 'he' was lucky to have me. When 'he' stopped being friends with me due to a misunderstanding that I was not given a chance to explain, I ended up falling into a depression... this was when my eyes and my heart started to open more. </div>
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I begin to see how I had thought I deserved so little over my life and this was why I had so little... what you expect is what you get... I remember a night 'he' and I were talking before 'he' came home and I was so excited and I told him I deserved 'him'... he stopped me that night and said, did I ever think it was 'him' that deserved me?... I was touched by what he had said but I didn't believe it for a very long time. </div>
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What we both neglected to remember was that love isn't about deserving one another, love is about loving ourselves first and giving the best of ourselves to the other person. I now know that I had not loved myself enough and because I didn't I was not able to truly love anyone else enough. I had lived with fear that I was going to be alone, since I couldn't love myself, how could anyone else love me either. </div>
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Although I may not find the love of my life, I now know more than ever that I want nothing less ... especially since I am willing to give my all to the right person if they were to come along. I never thought I would write this or more I never thought I would believe this... but I would rather be alone than be with someone who didn't truly love me... I love myself enough to never settle for someone just because I think I deserve some kind of love. </div>
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The truth is we <i><b>all</b></i> deserve love, the question is do we know that loving ourselves is really the answer?</div>
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<span style="color: red;">I'm totally keeping the jewels on my crown. Yes, i'm a queen. So are you! (or a king as the case may be). Don't lose yourself because you want to be with someone. An example? I read on facebook this morning "How do I lose weight? My boyfriend wants me to lose weight or i'll lose him." I ignored the post because all I could think is "Is something wrong with you? Are you seriously considering it?" Your boyfriend should want you to lose weight because he wants you to be healthy and maybe look better. If he ever thinks and plays the "or else i'll leave you card", he isn't the one. Putting up with a boyfriend that hits you, disrespects you, cheats on you? Just look at your jewels on the floor. Why do you </span><span style="color: red;">have to discard your life goals and happiness for a man or woman. You need to truly love yourself</span><span style="color: red;"> to love another and be loved right. If you're still </span><span style="color: red;">looking at your jewels on the floor instead of in your crown, you do not love yourself.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">I'm <span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;">addicted to </span><a href="http://lettersfromlaunna.blogspot.com/?m=1" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;" target="_blank">Launna's blog</a> She is one wise </span><span style="color: red;">lady who writes the truth from her experiences. I</span><span style="color: red;"> never leave her blog without learning (or having</span><span style="color: red;"> her remind me of) something. She's so so </span><span style="color: red;">practical. I would love to spend a weekend </span><span style="color: red;">getting to know her and learning from </span><span style="color: red;">her </span><span style="color: red; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;">experiences in person. Thanks Launna for letting me share this. </span><span style="color: red; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;">Thanks for the prayers and for reading bloghearts. Love, Anuoluwapo.</span><br />
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Anuoluwapohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00557506699866995302noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4970158058179666549.post-13480221906817624552015-04-07T16:41:00.003+01:002015-04-07T16:41:57.416+01:00Touching baseHallos my bloghearts of life, long time no see? I missed y'all. How was your Easter? It's still Easter here until I push the sisters out of my door tomorrow morning as I head off to school. One of my fave people has been here with her sweet friend since Friday. They don't want to leave. I want them to stay forever but I have exams next week and I need to read. A friend was came in on Thursday and left on Sunday. I had a great time with family and friends at an orphanage on Saturday. We're going again on May 16th. If you're interested in being a part, please holla!<div>
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I am a big fan of Wendy Williams. I just saw my fave episode with Hakeem (from Empire) visiting. I'm busy grinning from ear to ear. You can imagine how much fun i'm having. I'm also so glad Jesus loves me, going on the cross for me. I hope you're also happy and having a good time.<div>
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I thought to touch base with y'all my lovers. I have some topics in my head I want to write about. I hope I'm able to do so soon. You do know you can send in topics and posts? I'll love to share some lovely posts I read with you. Wait for them.</div>
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Thanks for reading bloghearts, keep reading. Also, pray for me that I ace my exam (and any other things that comes to mind). I'll do same. Love love, Anuoluwapo.</div>
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