If You're a Christian You BETTER WATCH THIS!!! PLACEBO
Sabtu, 31 Agustus 2013
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LAGOS is 4th worst city in the world to live in
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Damascus in Syria is the worst city in the world to live in, according to The Economist Intelligence Unit's Global Liveability Ranking.
Cities across the world are awarded scores depending on lifestyle challenges faced by the people living there. Each city is scored on its stability, healthcare, culture and environment, education and infrastructure.
Since the Arab Spring in 2011, Syria has been plagued with destruction and violence as rebels fight government forces. The country has been left battle-scarred with around 2 million people fleeing from country, while Damascus has been the source of much recent tension.
Other cities that have made it onto worst cities the list include Dhaka in Bangladesh and Lagos in Nigeria. Third worst city to live in was Port Moresby in Papa New Guinea, surprisingly Melbourne and Sydney in neighbouring nation Australia were ranked in the top 10 cities in the world to live in.
2. Dhaka in Bangladesh: The country has faced controversy recently after a garment factory collapsed killing over 1,000 people
3. Moresby, Papa New Guinea: Despite recent growth, most people live in extreme poverty
4. Lagos, Nigeria: The city rated poorly in The Economist Intelligence Unit's report and was awarded the lowest score for stability
5. Harare, Zimbabwe: With the continuing economic and political crises that face the country, Harare is the fifth worst city to live in.
6. Algiers, Algeria: While it rates more highly for its stability, there are terrorist groups that are active in the city
7. Karachi, Pakistan: Violence linked to terrorism and high homicide rates makes this city one of the worst places in the world to live in
8. Tripoli, Libya: Since the Arab Spring in 2011 there has been violence and protests in the city
9. Douala, Cameroon: Despite being the richest city in the whole of Central Africa, Douala has scored the lowest for health care in the bottom 10 cities
10. Tehran, Iran: While the city rates highly on health care and education, Tehran did not score so well on infrastructure.
Since the Arab Spring in 2011, Syria has been plagued with destruction and violence as rebels fight government forces. The country has been left battle-scarred with around 2 million people fleeing from country, while Damascus has been the source of much recent tension.
Other cities that have made it onto worst cities the list include Dhaka in Bangladesh and Lagos in Nigeria. Third worst city to live in was Port Moresby in Papa New Guinea, surprisingly Melbourne and Sydney in neighbouring nation Australia were ranked in the top 10 cities in the world to live in.
2. Dhaka in Bangladesh: The country has faced controversy recently after a garment factory collapsed killing over 1,000 people
3. Moresby, Papa New Guinea: Despite recent growth, most people live in extreme poverty4. Lagos, Nigeria: The city rated poorly in The Economist Intelligence Unit's report and was awarded the lowest score for stability5. Harare, Zimbabwe: With the continuing economic and political crises that face the country, Harare is the fifth worst city to live in. 6. Algiers, Algeria: While it rates more highly for its stability, there are terrorist groups that are active in the city7. Karachi, Pakistan: Violence linked to terrorism and high homicide rates makes this city one of the worst places in the world to live in 8. Tripoli, Libya: Since the Arab Spring in 2011 there has been violence and protests in the city9. Douala, Cameroon: Despite being the richest city in the whole of Central Africa, Douala has scored the lowest for health care in the bottom 10 cities10. Tehran, Iran: While the city rates highly on health care and education, Tehran did not score so well on infrastructure. Baca Selengkapnya ....
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Malaysia Give All Nigerians 3 Months Notice To Pack Out
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MALAYSIA KUALA LUMPUR, Aug 28 — The management committee of Ridzuan Condominium in Bandar Sri Subang has come out in defence of its decision to impose an occupancy ban on Africans.A committee member from the condominium management team, who wished to remain anonymous, said the move should not be regarded as racist as it was taken to “maintain the value of the condominium”.
He also denied that the occupancy ban was discriminatory or derogatory.
“We have proof of the nuisance created by the Africans. Numerous police reports have been made against the foreigners as they are creating a lot of problems for the other residents,” he said.
“Police have raided a few units and arrested some of them for drug possession.”
However, he said the drug peddlers were still in the building, which forced the management to take drastic measures.
“As the committee, we are merely carrying out our duties to protect the interests of residents. We do not want young children living here to grow up in these kind of surroundings.”
“All these factors were taken into consideration during the AGM and the majority of residents voted against renting out units to Africans,” he added.
The Malay Mail had highlighted the issue after a memo circulated to residents made its rounds on Facebook.
According to the memo, African tenants have been given three months to vacate their units.
At a condominium in Bandar Sri Subang, a blanket ban has been imposed on anyone from the African continent living in the building - with existing African tenants having 3 months to find a new home. KiniTV spoke to tenants who back the ban as well as an affected Nigerian resident who says the problems in the condo could've been handled by the security - except they're being paid off. We also found out another condo in the area has the same "no African" ban.
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Confetti and glitter!!!
Jumat, 30 Agustus 2013
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When I am going through the most crap in my personal life, I tend to deflect well and come up with funny stuff.
That whole theory about comedians being funny because it's the only way they can deal with the shit life throws at them definitely has truth to it.
This is how I cope.
So there.
I'll be funny instead of writing about everything else going on.
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I need makeup. I know. This is of earth-shattering importance. I've used the same thing for something like 20 years (shut up about how old I am, mmmkay?), but the geniuses at the company that I won't call out decided to discontinue it. Probably because only a few 20-year hold outs were buying this stuff, but whatever. It may rhyme with Danique.
Bastards.
Anyway, I need to get new stuff. AND THIS THOUGHT TERRIFIES ME.
No, really.
I don't branch well. I'm allergic to like half the stuff in the cosmetic world.
I want to be a normal person and go to Ulta and touch all the things, but my inner freak comes out. Between the germs from all the other people touching things and the potential allergic reactions, I LOSE MY SHIT when I even think about it.
Here's what I envision. I'm not sure you are ready for this.
First, I need to carve out time when I'm sufficiently calm AND alone. This mostly means that I need to be drinking. Except that the only time I'm alone is weekday mornings. And people generally frown on public drunkenness before noon.
I CANNOT go with the kids because I just can't. I need to pay attention to my own needs, not say stop touching that 673 times in a row. The girls beg me to go there all the time and I always end up walking out without the thing I went there for because it's out of stock or I lost my patience trying to look for it or I said stop touching that one too many times and lost my shit.
I DO leave Ulta every time with three hundred tubes of lipgloss that my girls required in order to survive. And a minimum of three bottles of OPI nail polish because I'm addicted to that crap.
Second, I hate foundation but I have to wear it because my skin is such a wreck. I have had acne since I was 10. That's right, people. 26 goddamn years. I have pissed off bitchy combination skin that can't decide if it should have wrinkles or pimples now, so it stopped trying to decide one day and just said FUCK IT - let's have both! Hooray!!!!
Wrinkles and pimples for everyone!!!!
Confetti and glitter!!!
Foundation either makes me shiny or pasty, settles into the lines or highlights every blemish like an individual piece of glitter landed there on purpose. I HAVE to try it out. And I'm a cheap bastard...so while I know that I could buy and it return it if it doesn't work, I'm a cheap bastard and that idea doesn't compute in my head. I have to try it. Except that other people tried it before and you know that even though they leave out those little q-tips and cotton balls that no one actually uses them, and I'm pretty sure that everyone who touched it before me didn't wash their hands when they went to the bathroom and then drug their knuckles on the pavement before walking in.
And then they finger stirred.
Of course they finger stirred.
GAWD. I hate samples.
People with anxiety problems cannot sample.
Third, assuming I can work up the courage to even sample the shit in the first place, I will probably break out in hives. BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT MAKES ME AWESOME. If a drunk germaphobe in a store breaks out in hives, you should give her some Benadryl. When you give her some Benadryl, she's going to fall asleep within minutes. Like out cold, dead to the world asleep. My apologies in advance to the employees of Ulta. I've worked retail, and I know you don't get paid enough to deal with my drunk, allergic, sleeping ass.
Fourth, if I can find something that actually looks decent on my skin and doesn't require me to lives on Benadryl for the rest of eternity, chances are that it will cost me $100 per ounce because it will be made of unicorn farts. You know that unicorn farts are rare, and they can only be processed in this one super secret way by this one foreign company.
Fifth, my unicorn fart foundation that I will fall madly in love with will get discontinued at some point in the future, and I will have to do this all over again.
If I still have pimples, I'm going to be so pissed.
Who wants to go to Ulta with me?
That whole theory about comedians being funny because it's the only way they can deal with the shit life throws at them definitely has truth to it.
This is how I cope.
So there.
I'll be funny instead of writing about everything else going on.
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I need makeup. I know. This is of earth-shattering importance. I've used the same thing for something like 20 years (shut up about how old I am, mmmkay?), but the geniuses at the company that I won't call out decided to discontinue it. Probably because only a few 20-year hold outs were buying this stuff, but whatever. It may rhyme with Danique.
Bastards.
Anyway, I need to get new stuff. AND THIS THOUGHT TERRIFIES ME.
No, really.
I don't branch well. I'm allergic to like half the stuff in the cosmetic world.
I want to be a normal person and go to Ulta and touch all the things, but my inner freak comes out. Between the germs from all the other people touching things and the potential allergic reactions, I LOSE MY SHIT when I even think about it.
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| Making me hyperventilate a little bit. |
First, I need to carve out time when I'm sufficiently calm AND alone. This mostly means that I need to be drinking. Except that the only time I'm alone is weekday mornings. And people generally frown on public drunkenness before noon.
I CANNOT go with the kids because I just can't. I need to pay attention to my own needs, not say stop touching that 673 times in a row. The girls beg me to go there all the time and I always end up walking out without the thing I went there for because it's out of stock or I lost my patience trying to look for it or I said stop touching that one too many times and lost my shit.
I DO leave Ulta every time with three hundred tubes of lipgloss that my girls required in order to survive. And a minimum of three bottles of OPI nail polish because I'm addicted to that crap.
Second, I hate foundation but I have to wear it because my skin is such a wreck. I have had acne since I was 10. That's right, people. 26 goddamn years. I have pissed off bitchy combination skin that can't decide if it should have wrinkles or pimples now, so it stopped trying to decide one day and just said FUCK IT - let's have both! Hooray!!!!
Wrinkles and pimples for everyone!!!!
Confetti and glitter!!!
Foundation either makes me shiny or pasty, settles into the lines or highlights every blemish like an individual piece of glitter landed there on purpose. I HAVE to try it out. And I'm a cheap bastard...so while I know that I could buy and it return it if it doesn't work, I'm a cheap bastard and that idea doesn't compute in my head. I have to try it. Except that other people tried it before and you know that even though they leave out those little q-tips and cotton balls that no one actually uses them, and I'm pretty sure that everyone who touched it before me didn't wash their hands when they went to the bathroom and then drug their knuckles on the pavement before walking in.
And then they finger stirred.
Of course they finger stirred.
GAWD. I hate samples.
People with anxiety problems cannot sample.
Third, assuming I can work up the courage to even sample the shit in the first place, I will probably break out in hives. BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT MAKES ME AWESOME. If a drunk germaphobe in a store breaks out in hives, you should give her some Benadryl. When you give her some Benadryl, she's going to fall asleep within minutes. Like out cold, dead to the world asleep. My apologies in advance to the employees of Ulta. I've worked retail, and I know you don't get paid enough to deal with my drunk, allergic, sleeping ass.
Fourth, if I can find something that actually looks decent on my skin and doesn't require me to lives on Benadryl for the rest of eternity, chances are that it will cost me $100 per ounce because it will be made of unicorn farts. You know that unicorn farts are rare, and they can only be processed in this one super secret way by this one foreign company.
Fifth, my unicorn fart foundation that I will fall madly in love with will get discontinued at some point in the future, and I will have to do this all over again.
If I still have pimples, I'm going to be so pissed.
Who wants to go to Ulta with me?
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Inside El Salvador's secretive prison pits where notorious gangs are crammed together like livestock in cells
Kamis, 29 Agustus 2013
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Designed only for temporary 72-hour stays, the sweltering cells, each 12 feet wide and 15 feet tall are crammed with more than 30 people - all veterans of the country's vicious war between the MS-13 and M18 gangs.
Segregated along tribal gang-lines, the men in these inhumane cells are hidden from public view, but one reporter from counter-culture magazine VICE, managed to gain access to throw light on the grizzly conditions they are consigned to spend their days living in.
Hoping that the pictures taken will pressure the government into improving their life while incarcerated, the images portray the fallout from El Salvador's fragile truce following decades of near civil-war between the two powerful gangs.
Even in July, El Salvador witnessed a burst of violence.
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Thursday Nerdsday - Video Games, Consoles, and More
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Before you read any further, I must disclose a few things. First, I'm not a gamer by any stretch of the imagination. The most recent game I was obsessed with enough to stay up until 4am was Guitar Hero.
For the record, I beat the shit out of the devil while extremely pregnant. So there is that.
Video games are a sensitive topic in my house, for a few reasons. Well, for one reason, actually.
You see...all the people living under this roof have addictive tendencies when it comes to electronic devices. Even the short people. Cell phones, MP3 players, Kindles, computers, video games...you name it, we like it. We like it a lot.
My husband has been dying to buy an Xbox since they came out, but he won't let himself because he knows that it would be a terrible idea. It would be a matter of minutes and he'd be sucked into the vortex. I would probably never see him again. I also don't believe for one second that he would be able to resist all the Call of Duty - like games because I remember how obsessed he was when Grand Theft Auto came out.
As an aside, my opinion about those CoD-like games is this...they are fine for adults to play (as long as they are mentally stable and don't actually start to believe they are assassins), but kids shouldn't be playing them. I'm a big fan of a fully developed pre-frontal cortex being involved with anything having to do with violence, even if it is all fake and digitized. The decision making centers in males are not fully developed until they are 25, so it's hard to make any argument with me that a kid half that age should be playing. (feel free to rip me apart for this, but there is a reason those games aren't in my house)...and I digress.
My husband is the guy who wanted to try out WoW during a free trial and realized a few days in that his eyes were glazed over and his face was twitching. He's the guy who's wife wants to kill him whenever someone else buys him a Zelda game, because she knows he's totally out of commission until he has beaten the game.
Seriously, WTF is it with Zelda anyway?
He is intrigued by the new Xbox One, but I'm not hearing great things so far. The PS4 will have a price point about $100 less with comparable features. Microsoft attempted to restrict digital ownership of the games, though they have apparently ditched that plan after a very vocal nerd revolt. The console is already pricey, the games are expensive, and you almost have to subscribe to Xbox Live Gold to use most of the features on it. I know plenty of people who adore their Xboxes, we're holding out though. For now at least.
Which is fine with me.
I don't play a whole lot of video games because they generally piss me off now. I'm old school. I would play the shit out of upright arcade games and I can rock a pinball machine like a master. I adored Mortal Kombat. A.D.O.R.E.D.
I beat Super Mario Brothers, the original version, after acquiring permanent dents in my fingers from the controller and spending way too much time one summer perfecting my strategies.
Games today? Not the same. The unlimited lives thing irks me more than anything else I think. Back in my day, when we had to walk uphill in the snow both ways to school, you had a set number of lives and you actually had to figure out how to beat the game. You sure as hell weren't going to blow five lives in a row running off a cliff because it's funny. No f-ing way. Those lives were numbered and precious and forced you to actually learn how to play the game.
My kids will literally spend hours running characters off cliffs, picking each other up and throwing them, then demanding that whoever else is playing pop their bubble again. Over and over and over.
I can't deal.
We own a PS2 (which I bought for my husband as a wedding gift....we really are those people), though it needs to be roof tested since it hasn't worked in years. He just isn't ready to part with it yet, so it sits in the cabinet and he looks longingly at it, remembering the good times.
We also have a Wii. Funny story about that. When they came out, I got up before dawn for something like four weekends in a row to stand in lines in sub zero temperatures in the dark in the hopes of getting one. I finally did. Did I mention that we are those people?
True story: When the oldest was in Kindergarten, he spelled we wrong on a spelling test. He spelled it Wii, capital W and everything. He wasn't exactly wrong...
He still spends more time fiddling with the Miis than playing the games.
We haven't upgraded to the Wii U, mostly because of that above mentioned electronic addiction thing. We've been buying more table games to encourage the kids to play more with each other and spend less time running Mario off cliffs.
We also have to be pretty strict about game playing because it leads to fights in the house fairly often. Neither of the girls is very patient, they can both get very obsessive about the games once they master them. They both also tend to get frustrated with their older brother when he picks them up and throws them off cliffs.
Better on the screen than in real life, I suppose...
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For other posts in the world of nerd...
SooperDad Blog of Awesomeness wrote about the #Batfleck controversy.
Saltwater Sessions shared the men of geekdom she loves.
Crazy dumbsaint of the mind wrote about Adventure Time.
For the record, I beat the shit out of the devil while extremely pregnant. So there is that.
Video games are a sensitive topic in my house, for a few reasons. Well, for one reason, actually.
You see...all the people living under this roof have addictive tendencies when it comes to electronic devices. Even the short people. Cell phones, MP3 players, Kindles, computers, video games...you name it, we like it. We like it a lot.
My husband has been dying to buy an Xbox since they came out, but he won't let himself because he knows that it would be a terrible idea. It would be a matter of minutes and he'd be sucked into the vortex. I would probably never see him again. I also don't believe for one second that he would be able to resist all the Call of Duty - like games because I remember how obsessed he was when Grand Theft Auto came out.
As an aside, my opinion about those CoD-like games is this...they are fine for adults to play (as long as they are mentally stable and don't actually start to believe they are assassins), but kids shouldn't be playing them. I'm a big fan of a fully developed pre-frontal cortex being involved with anything having to do with violence, even if it is all fake and digitized. The decision making centers in males are not fully developed until they are 25, so it's hard to make any argument with me that a kid half that age should be playing. (feel free to rip me apart for this, but there is a reason those games aren't in my house)...and I digress.
My husband is the guy who wanted to try out WoW during a free trial and realized a few days in that his eyes were glazed over and his face was twitching. He's the guy who's wife wants to kill him whenever someone else buys him a Zelda game, because she knows he's totally out of commission until he has beaten the game.
Seriously, WTF is it with Zelda anyway?
He is intrigued by the new Xbox One, but I'm not hearing great things so far. The PS4 will have a price point about $100 less with comparable features. Microsoft attempted to restrict digital ownership of the games, though they have apparently ditched that plan after a very vocal nerd revolt. The console is already pricey, the games are expensive, and you almost have to subscribe to Xbox Live Gold to use most of the features on it. I know plenty of people who adore their Xboxes, we're holding out though. For now at least.
Which is fine with me.
I don't play a whole lot of video games because they generally piss me off now. I'm old school. I would play the shit out of upright arcade games and I can rock a pinball machine like a master. I adored Mortal Kombat. A.D.O.R.E.D.
I beat Super Mario Brothers, the original version, after acquiring permanent dents in my fingers from the controller and spending way too much time one summer perfecting my strategies.
Games today? Not the same. The unlimited lives thing irks me more than anything else I think. Back in my day, when we had to walk uphill in the snow both ways to school, you had a set number of lives and you actually had to figure out how to beat the game. You sure as hell weren't going to blow five lives in a row running off a cliff because it's funny. No f-ing way. Those lives were numbered and precious and forced you to actually learn how to play the game.
My kids will literally spend hours running characters off cliffs, picking each other up and throwing them, then demanding that whoever else is playing pop their bubble again. Over and over and over.
I can't deal.
We own a PS2 (which I bought for my husband as a wedding gift....we really are those people), though it needs to be roof tested since it hasn't worked in years. He just isn't ready to part with it yet, so it sits in the cabinet and he looks longingly at it, remembering the good times.
We also have a Wii. Funny story about that. When they came out, I got up before dawn for something like four weekends in a row to stand in lines in sub zero temperatures in the dark in the hopes of getting one. I finally did. Did I mention that we are those people?
True story: When the oldest was in Kindergarten, he spelled we wrong on a spelling test. He spelled it Wii, capital W and everything. He wasn't exactly wrong...
He still spends more time fiddling with the Miis than playing the games.
We haven't upgraded to the Wii U, mostly because of that above mentioned electronic addiction thing. We've been buying more table games to encourage the kids to play more with each other and spend less time running Mario off cliffs.
We also have to be pretty strict about game playing because it leads to fights in the house fairly often. Neither of the girls is very patient, they can both get very obsessive about the games once they master them. They both also tend to get frustrated with their older brother when he picks them up and throws them off cliffs.
Better on the screen than in real life, I suppose...
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For other posts in the world of nerd...
SooperDad Blog of Awesomeness wrote about the #Batfleck controversy.
Saltwater Sessions shared the men of geekdom she loves.
Crazy dumbsaint of the mind wrote about Adventure Time.
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100 Word Song - Once Upon A Time
Rabu, 28 Agustus 2013
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I have a million things I am supposed to be writing this week, and since I'm having a hard time getting to the place where I can do what I need to do, I was glad when my friend Lance over at My Blog Can Beat Up You Blog challenged me to write another 100 word song.
Funny, his timing.
He's figured out to ask me on a day that something is happening of huge social significance, because then I can't say no. The first time I wrote a song the evening of the DOMA rulings about equality. Today, the 50th anniversary of the March on Washington, he baited me.
Yes he did.
The theme this time around has to do with the fact that Pearl Jam's Ten was released 22 years ago. Which I refuse to believe. I insist that he must be lying.
I'm going to attempt to combine Pearl Jam with MLK's speech. I can't promise it won't be terrible.
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Once upon a time, passionate and well spoken
He stood for equality and human rights
His words, his will could not be broken
He spoke of a world within his sights
This land he dreamt of, so right and just
Where little boys and girls could hold hands
A world in which those children could trust
That those in charge had a vision and plans
This world, it still needs built somehow
To come together, with his inspiration
He is gone, but we have to do this now
Only we can form a better nation
Once upon a time.
Funny, his timing.
He's figured out to ask me on a day that something is happening of huge social significance, because then I can't say no. The first time I wrote a song the evening of the DOMA rulings about equality. Today, the 50th anniversary of the March on Washington, he baited me.
Yes he did.
The theme this time around has to do with the fact that Pearl Jam's Ten was released 22 years ago. Which I refuse to believe. I insist that he must be lying.
I'm going to attempt to combine Pearl Jam with MLK's speech. I can't promise it won't be terrible.
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Once upon a time, passionate and well spoken
He stood for equality and human rights
His words, his will could not be broken
He spoke of a world within his sights
This land he dreamt of, so right and just
Where little boys and girls could hold hands
A world in which those children could trust
That those in charge had a vision and plans
This world, it still needs built somehow
To come together, with his inspiration
He is gone, but we have to do this now
Only we can form a better nation
Once upon a time.
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Writer's Workshop Wednesday ~ Darla from Mom's World, on her struggle with postpartum depression
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Welcome to Writer's Workshop Wednesday! This is my way of paying it forward to all the people out there who want to start writing, but don't have their own blogs yet, or who are established writers that are looking to appeal to a different audience. I have also opened this up to those who would like to post anonymously about topics that are too difficult to write about publicly. Each week, I will host one or two posts by different writers.
I hope that you enjoy this series, I hope you find some new writers to follow, I hope this helps them out and I hope we can all learn something from them.
Up today is Darla from Mom's World. Like far too many women, she suffered from post partum depression. Here, she opens up about her experience, what made her realize what she was dealing with, and how she has worked to heal from it.
She is open with her experiences in the hopes that it will help someone else out there who needs to read this right now. You can find her on Facebook or on her blog here.
With love and respect, her story.
My Personal Battle With Post Partum Depression
As many of you know, I am pretty open with my personal battles with Anxiety and Depression.
One story I haven't told is my battle with postpartum depression.
April, 2006. I am 8 months pregnant and miserable. The pregnancy was filled with consistent nausea, weakness, braxton-hicks contractions in the back and an uncertainty of what the gender of the baby was. No, it was nothing serious, it was just the baby wouldn't cooperate during the ultrasounds to give us a view of the private parts. I lost over 50lbs during the pregnancy and still had extreme swelling in my legs, hands and feet.
May 2nd, 2006 - Baby is due, but not coming out. 8 days later on May 10th, I was induced. After a hellish labor (which I will save for another post) out comes our baby girl. So blessed, so excited, so perfect.
Mid-May, 2006 - Baby is home and eating about every 3 hours. My milk did not come in so she had to have formula from the start (which I was extremely unhappy about, not to mention unprepared). Struggling with no sleep and the fact that I had a very active 4 year old at home with me, I started to feel different.
Angry, impatient, bitter and sad. I stopped smiling. I stopped playing with my son. I sat him in front of a TV during the day and would get upset if he asked me any question. The baby cried and cried and just never stayed satisfied with where she was or what she ate. My husband could do nothing right. He worked and came home and helped (while also building his show car). He was happy. Why wasn't I happy?
Then one day the baby woke up early from one of her naps and this overwhelming amount of anger and hate came over me. All I wanted to do was throw her against the wall to shut her up. I yelled and screamed and burst into tears. Suddenly, the precious baby girl that I adored, that I longed for, was something that I loathed.
What's wrong with me?
Why am I feeling this way?
Someone help me!
I felt so alone. I tried to talk to my Mom about it and she thought I was overreacting and just tired.
She didn't listen to me.
I cried.
I cut myself.
I felt so much hatred and disgust with myself that I wanted to end it all. These kids didn't deserve to have me as their mother.
They needed better.
These feelings of hate and anger didn't go away. It wasn't just a "tired mommy" thing. I was really feelingthis. I tried to talk to my husband about it, but he didn't understand. He got his Mom involved when he realized that I wasn't myself.
She took me to the doctor. I was immediately placed on Paxil. Two weeks later the Paxil did nothing but give me headaches and make my anxiety, anger and depression worse so I stopped the meds. I found the book "Down Comes the Rain" by Brooke Shields. At first I was skeptical. What would she have to say and would it be "real" or just some over exaggerated battle with new mommyhood.
I could not believe what I read.
" I started to experience a sick sensation in my stomach; it was as if a vise were tightening around my chest. Instead of the nervous anxiety that often accompanies panic, a feeling of devastation overcame me. I hardly moved. Sitting on my bed, I let out a deep, slow, guttural wail. I wasn’t simply emotional or weepy, like I had been told I might be. This was something quite different. In the past, if I got depressed or if I felt sad or down, I knew I could counteract it with exercise, a good night’s sleep, or a nice dinner with a friend. If PMS made me introspective or melancholy, or if the pressures of life made me gloomy, I knew these feelings wouldn’t last forever. But this was sadness of a shockingly different magnitude. It felt as if it would never go away. "
Oh my gosh. This is me. This is EXACTLY how I have been feeling, but it was this quote that really had me hooked...
"During what was becoming one of the darkest points in my life, I sat holding my newborn and could not avoid the image of her flying through the air and hitting the wall in front of me. I had no desire to hurt my baby and didn’t see myself as the one throwing her, thank God, but the wall morphed into a video game, and in it her little body smacked the surface and slid down onto the floor. I was horrified, and although I knew deep in my soul that I would not harm her, the image all but destroyed me."
It was almost like she was reciting exactly what I was thinking and feeling, word for word. I could not believe what I was reading.
After I finished the book I finally accepted the fact that I was dealing with postpartum depression and that the feelings I was having was not really 'me' and that I did not hate my daughter. I read the book a couple of times and just did the best I could to manage the feelings and the guilt that was arising.
I started to look at the positives surrounding me, rather than the negative.
I have a beautifully healthy and really mild-mannered daughter.
I have a son who brightens up the room with his smile and personality.
I have a husband who loves me.
I have family who supports me.
I have resources. People I can talk to that are not part of my family. Safe people. People who don't judge. People that WANT to help. People that CAN help.
3 months later - I could see the fog lifting. The darkness was fading and the sun was shining through. The baby and I settled into a routine and when she cried I didn't have this feeling of hate rush through me. I began to feel that joy and love that you feel with a new baby and I started to smile again.
I honestly probably did not describe the whole thing that good, but it was definitely one of the lowest points in my life. I am fortunate enough to have support from my husband and family and I believe that is what helped me the most get through.
There are so many great resources out there for postpartum depression, check out some below:
www.nami.org.
http://www.postpartum.net/
http://www.ppdsupportpage.com/index.html
http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0004481/
http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/postpartum-depression/DS00546
http://www.webmd.com/depression/postpartum-depression/postpartum-depression-topic-overview
Also, if you haven't read it, I highly recommend checking out "Down Came the Rain" by Brooke Shields. It really is a great book and it helped me get through my dark time.
Don't be ashamed of postpartum depression. Allow yourself to accept it and allow others to help get you through. It does not make you less of a Mom. It makes you MORE of a Mom because you care enough about yourself to take care of yourself so you can take care of your child(ren).
Always remember, YOU ARE NOT ALONE. We are here; always here.
One story I haven't told is my battle with postpartum depression.
April, 2006. I am 8 months pregnant and miserable. The pregnancy was filled with consistent nausea, weakness, braxton-hicks contractions in the back and an uncertainty of what the gender of the baby was. No, it was nothing serious, it was just the baby wouldn't cooperate during the ultrasounds to give us a view of the private parts. I lost over 50lbs during the pregnancy and still had extreme swelling in my legs, hands and feet.
May 2nd, 2006 - Baby is due, but not coming out. 8 days later on May 10th, I was induced. After a hellish labor (which I will save for another post) out comes our baby girl. So blessed, so excited, so perfect.
Mid-May, 2006 - Baby is home and eating about every 3 hours. My milk did not come in so she had to have formula from the start (which I was extremely unhappy about, not to mention unprepared). Struggling with no sleep and the fact that I had a very active 4 year old at home with me, I started to feel different.
Angry, impatient, bitter and sad. I stopped smiling. I stopped playing with my son. I sat him in front of a TV during the day and would get upset if he asked me any question. The baby cried and cried and just never stayed satisfied with where she was or what she ate. My husband could do nothing right. He worked and came home and helped (while also building his show car). He was happy. Why wasn't I happy?
Then one day the baby woke up early from one of her naps and this overwhelming amount of anger and hate came over me. All I wanted to do was throw her against the wall to shut her up. I yelled and screamed and burst into tears. Suddenly, the precious baby girl that I adored, that I longed for, was something that I loathed.
What's wrong with me?
Why am I feeling this way?
Someone help me!
I felt so alone. I tried to talk to my Mom about it and she thought I was overreacting and just tired.
She didn't listen to me.
I cried.
I cut myself.
I felt so much hatred and disgust with myself that I wanted to end it all. These kids didn't deserve to have me as their mother.
They needed better.
These feelings of hate and anger didn't go away. It wasn't just a "tired mommy" thing. I was really feelingthis. I tried to talk to my husband about it, but he didn't understand. He got his Mom involved when he realized that I wasn't myself.
She took me to the doctor. I was immediately placed on Paxil. Two weeks later the Paxil did nothing but give me headaches and make my anxiety, anger and depression worse so I stopped the meds. I found the book "Down Comes the Rain" by Brooke Shields. At first I was skeptical. What would she have to say and would it be "real" or just some over exaggerated battle with new mommyhood.
I could not believe what I read.
" I started to experience a sick sensation in my stomach; it was as if a vise were tightening around my chest. Instead of the nervous anxiety that often accompanies panic, a feeling of devastation overcame me. I hardly moved. Sitting on my bed, I let out a deep, slow, guttural wail. I wasn’t simply emotional or weepy, like I had been told I might be. This was something quite different. In the past, if I got depressed or if I felt sad or down, I knew I could counteract it with exercise, a good night’s sleep, or a nice dinner with a friend. If PMS made me introspective or melancholy, or if the pressures of life made me gloomy, I knew these feelings wouldn’t last forever. But this was sadness of a shockingly different magnitude. It felt as if it would never go away. "
Oh my gosh. This is me. This is EXACTLY how I have been feeling, but it was this quote that really had me hooked...
"During what was becoming one of the darkest points in my life, I sat holding my newborn and could not avoid the image of her flying through the air and hitting the wall in front of me. I had no desire to hurt my baby and didn’t see myself as the one throwing her, thank God, but the wall morphed into a video game, and in it her little body smacked the surface and slid down onto the floor. I was horrified, and although I knew deep in my soul that I would not harm her, the image all but destroyed me."
It was almost like she was reciting exactly what I was thinking and feeling, word for word. I could not believe what I was reading.
After I finished the book I finally accepted the fact that I was dealing with postpartum depression and that the feelings I was having was not really 'me' and that I did not hate my daughter. I read the book a couple of times and just did the best I could to manage the feelings and the guilt that was arising.
I started to look at the positives surrounding me, rather than the negative.
I have a beautifully healthy and really mild-mannered daughter.
I have a son who brightens up the room with his smile and personality.
I have a husband who loves me.
I have family who supports me.
I have resources. People I can talk to that are not part of my family. Safe people. People who don't judge. People that WANT to help. People that CAN help.
3 months later - I could see the fog lifting. The darkness was fading and the sun was shining through. The baby and I settled into a routine and when she cried I didn't have this feeling of hate rush through me. I began to feel that joy and love that you feel with a new baby and I started to smile again.
I honestly probably did not describe the whole thing that good, but it was definitely one of the lowest points in my life. I am fortunate enough to have support from my husband and family and I believe that is what helped me the most get through.
There are so many great resources out there for postpartum depression, check out some below:
www.nami.org.
http://www.postpartum.net/
http://www.ppdsupportpage.com/index.html
http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0004481/
http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/postpartum-depression/DS00546
http://www.webmd.com/depression/postpartum-depression/postpartum-depression-topic-overview
Also, if you haven't read it, I highly recommend checking out "Down Came the Rain" by Brooke Shields. It really is a great book and it helped me get through my dark time.
Don't be ashamed of postpartum depression. Allow yourself to accept it and allow others to help get you through. It does not make you less of a Mom. It makes you MORE of a Mom because you care enough about yourself to take care of yourself so you can take care of your child(ren).
Always remember, YOU ARE NOT ALONE. We are here; always here.
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Anambra Youth Attack 7 Churches, Shoot Worshipers, Set Priests’ Residence Ablaze
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Aug. 28, 2013
By Sam Otti and Odogwu Obinna; The Sun
Hell was let loose in the early hours yesterday at Oba-Ofemmili community in Awka-North Local Government Area of Anambra State, when some youths, suspected to be cultists attacked Christians in their worship places, shot and inflicted machete wounds on over 50 of them.
The attackers also went on rampage, looting and burning churches in the community. Some of the churches burnt include Assemblies of God Church, Grace of God Church, Deeper Life Bible Church, Winners Church, Christ Holy Church, St. Paul’s Catholic Church and another pentecostal church.
The assailants, according to the victims, attacked the worshippers with dangerous weapons, shooting sporadically and wounding several people. They were said to have invaded no fewer than seven churches, burning and destroying everything within their reach.
A two-year old baby was among the victims.
It was gathered that trouble started in the community over disagreement between the Christians and the idol worshipers on the cultural night masquerade, a local fetish cult opposed by Christians in the area.
A victim of the incident, who gave his name as Mr Sunday Aliuba, said they were in the church when the miscreants stormed their church, armed with guns and machetes. He said they swooped on the congregation and inflicted machete wounds on them, causing stampede as people struggled to escape from the church.
Hear him: “How it happened was that Oba-Ofemili and the Christians had an agreement that the night masquerades will not start by 9pm, and we were having our programmes according to the rules. But on Monday night, I was at the crusade when we heard that the pagans will burn down all the churches. Around 11pm, they started shooting sporadically into the air, causing everybody to shiver. Around 1.00am on Tuesday, they stormed the church, and razed down the parish priest’s house and pursued everybody in the church. We hid under the staircase and under the pews.
“In self-defence, we pounced on some of them. As it got hotter, my colleagues ran away. I also ran but they pursued me and shot me in the legs, shattering my ankles and bones. They also inflicted machete wounds on me. The blood that came out of my body can fill two buckets. It is only God that is sustaining my life till now.”
When contacted, the priest of St. Paul’s Anglican Church, whose parish church was razed, Rev. Pat. Odinanwa, said series of efforts made to ensure peace in the community between the church and the community failed. He said the pagans nursed pathological hatred for Christians in the community. According to him, there were agreements reached between the church and the community, but the pagans sought all avenues to stop Christians from worshiping God in the community.
According to him, over 50 persons sustained gunshot and machete wounds, while seven churches were burnt by the irate youths. He said Christians in the area had been living in fear, as the youths threatened further attack today.
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Things That Piss Me Off Tuesday - the twerking nerd bashers who lack empathy edition
Selasa, 27 Agustus 2013
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Miley and all the other stuff that happened at the VMAs that no one is talking about
By now you likely have seen the videos of her twerking in plastic undies and rubbing herself with a giant foam finger while giant stuffed animals watched. If you haven't seen the video of the actual performance, you've probably seen all the memes floating around about it. They range from the laugh out loud funny ones (i.e. the Robin Thicke/Beetlejuice one made me pee a little) to the funny, but wrong ones (the Smith family wasn't making faces because of her....and no one seems to realize that the entire family is always making faces anyway, so it's hard to speculate what the reason may ever be) to the just plain wrong ones (you know you've seen the chicken butt one and no, I'm not putting it here).
I have a few things to say about this. Ready? Imma do this rapid fire style so it doesn't hog my whole TTPMOT post because I have other stuff to rant about too.
- She is an entertainer who makes money from publicity, and everyone was talking about her, regardless of the reason. I don't think she's nearly as naive or manipulated as anyone thinks...in fact, I think she's actually kind of a genius because she's figured out how to keep her career going just on shock value. Love her or hate her, everyone is talking about her. Which was the point.
- She is actually one of the more responsible entertainers in her age group. Rhianna is famous because her boyfriend beat her up. Taylor Swift has dated half of Hollywood and told one of her exes to STFU during the awards show. Ke$ha is...well, Ke$ha. Miley, on the other hand, has been in a stable relationship with a nice guy for a while now. She's taken her career by the balls (maybe too literally), and completely changed her image. Yeah she smokes pot and drinks...but so do a whole hell of a lot of 20 year olds in the world. If you didn't do anything stupid and impulsive when you were 20, I'm a little bit sad for you. That's part of growing up. She just has to do it where everyone can see.
- Just because someone is famous doesn't mean they are a role model, or that they should be considered such. Besides which...do any of the people claiming she should be even understand the premise of the show that made her famous? Hannah Montana was all about lies and deception, about manipulating situations to make her famous.
- While everyone is focused on this poor lost girl, no one seems to care about the very married man twice her age dry humping her on the stage. If one outrages people, both should. (Neither outraged me, incidentally....I love me some #thicke) Talk about double standards...
- If all the people in the world who spent hours fighting online about her dedicated that energy to real things, like income equality, like equal rights, like making our neighborhoods safer, like volunteering to help others...imagine what the world could be like. Nah, we'll stay home and troll total strangers from behind a computer. Yep, that's a more productive use of our time.
- A WHOLE BUNCH OF AWESOME THINGS happened on the VMAs, most of which were not even mentioned by the people obsessed with Miley's foam finger. Lady Gaga has a smoking hot ass. For that, I stand and give applause, applause, applause. Seriously. Macklemore and Ryan Lewis won an award for the most socially important song of the year. And Justin Timberlake proved why he's fantasy island worthy. He even got the rest of *Nsync back on the stage with him for a minute. Hot damn. That man.
#Batfleck and what it means for nerds everywhere
Yeah, Ben Affleck is the new Batman. I'm still not convinced this will work, but I'm not about to throw a nerd fit.
Let's face it.
I'm DC's bitch, and I'll go see it no matter who gets cast because I just will.
Shut up and take my money.
Anyhow. The nerdiverse exploded when the news hit and almost as quickly as the nerds ranted, the nerd bashers showed up in all their glory....some even going so far as to say that fanboys should get girlfriends.
Two things.
One, WTF does that mean for me, if all anyone cares about is the fanboy reaction? What about the fangirls??? I guess we need girlfriends too. Hmmmm...
Two, I don't remember anyone telling sports fans to get a girlfriend because they celebrated about the Super Bowl or NCAA tournament or when the Premiere League started getting aired regularly here. (Oh, snap...bet you didn't see that one coming. You see...I'm a FAN of geekdom and sports. And I have boobs. No wonder society doesn't know what to do with me...)
If you haven't read my rant about nerd bashing before, you should.
Fandom is fandom is fandom. It wears football jerseys and it wears chainmail. Sometimes it wears both...and you really shouldn't fuck with that guy, even if he doesn't have a girlfriend.
Criminal kids, crappy parents and the death of empathy
In the past few weeks, there have been some horrible news stories about kids killing people just for the hell of it.
There was this one in Florida, where two teenagers thought it would be fun to kill people. Then there was the case of the Australian baseball player killed because some teenagers were bored and had nothing else to do. Or the teenagers who beat a WWII vet to death in Washington.
What the hell is wrong with us????
I have an answer, though most people tend not to like it very much. I think that we, collectively, just don't give a shit about anyone else anymore. We are an instant gratification society. We don't want to work hard, we believe we are entitled to things just because we exist. We want things to make us happy, we seek approval for the most menial accomplishments. We tell kids from the time they are born that they are winners because we don't want things to be too hard for them. We entertain them constantly. We don't help others, we just worry about ourselves.
Empathy is dying.
The me, me, me, me society is churning out an entire generation of kids who just don't know how to care about other people.
When kids get in trouble these days, the parents are often the ones questioning the teachers or the school or the police or the legal system....when they should be forcing their children to be accountable. Instead of teaching responsibility, they explain it away, allow excuses to justify bad choices.
A great many opinion articles have come out this week about it, and I encourage everyone to read them with an open mind, and to take the words to heart. It isn't just our children who could be affected here, it's all of us.
We must teach kids to care about other people. We must hold them accountable. We must relearn empathy and teach it to them.
We must.
Or we're screwed.
By now you likely have seen the videos of her twerking in plastic undies and rubbing herself with a giant foam finger while giant stuffed animals watched. If you haven't seen the video of the actual performance, you've probably seen all the memes floating around about it. They range from the laugh out loud funny ones (i.e. the Robin Thicke/Beetlejuice one made me pee a little) to the funny, but wrong ones (the Smith family wasn't making faces because of her....and no one seems to realize that the entire family is always making faces anyway, so it's hard to speculate what the reason may ever be) to the just plain wrong ones (you know you've seen the chicken butt one and no, I'm not putting it here).
I have a few things to say about this. Ready? Imma do this rapid fire style so it doesn't hog my whole TTPMOT post because I have other stuff to rant about too.
- She is an entertainer who makes money from publicity, and everyone was talking about her, regardless of the reason. I don't think she's nearly as naive or manipulated as anyone thinks...in fact, I think she's actually kind of a genius because she's figured out how to keep her career going just on shock value. Love her or hate her, everyone is talking about her. Which was the point.
- She is actually one of the more responsible entertainers in her age group. Rhianna is famous because her boyfriend beat her up. Taylor Swift has dated half of Hollywood and told one of her exes to STFU during the awards show. Ke$ha is...well, Ke$ha. Miley, on the other hand, has been in a stable relationship with a nice guy for a while now. She's taken her career by the balls (maybe too literally), and completely changed her image. Yeah she smokes pot and drinks...but so do a whole hell of a lot of 20 year olds in the world. If you didn't do anything stupid and impulsive when you were 20, I'm a little bit sad for you. That's part of growing up. She just has to do it where everyone can see.
- Just because someone is famous doesn't mean they are a role model, or that they should be considered such. Besides which...do any of the people claiming she should be even understand the premise of the show that made her famous? Hannah Montana was all about lies and deception, about manipulating situations to make her famous.
- While everyone is focused on this poor lost girl, no one seems to care about the very married man twice her age dry humping her on the stage. If one outrages people, both should. (Neither outraged me, incidentally....I love me some #thicke) Talk about double standards...
- If all the people in the world who spent hours fighting online about her dedicated that energy to real things, like income equality, like equal rights, like making our neighborhoods safer, like volunteering to help others...imagine what the world could be like. Nah, we'll stay home and troll total strangers from behind a computer. Yep, that's a more productive use of our time.
- A WHOLE BUNCH OF AWESOME THINGS happened on the VMAs, most of which were not even mentioned by the people obsessed with Miley's foam finger. Lady Gaga has a smoking hot ass. For that, I stand and give applause, applause, applause. Seriously. Macklemore and Ryan Lewis won an award for the most socially important song of the year. And Justin Timberlake proved why he's fantasy island worthy. He even got the rest of *Nsync back on the stage with him for a minute. Hot damn. That man.
#Batfleck and what it means for nerds everywhere
Yeah, Ben Affleck is the new Batman. I'm still not convinced this will work, but I'm not about to throw a nerd fit.
Let's face it.
I'm DC's bitch, and I'll go see it no matter who gets cast because I just will.
Shut up and take my money.
Anyhow. The nerdiverse exploded when the news hit and almost as quickly as the nerds ranted, the nerd bashers showed up in all their glory....some even going so far as to say that fanboys should get girlfriends.
Two things.
One, WTF does that mean for me, if all anyone cares about is the fanboy reaction? What about the fangirls??? I guess we need girlfriends too. Hmmmm...
Two, I don't remember anyone telling sports fans to get a girlfriend because they celebrated about the Super Bowl or NCAA tournament or when the Premiere League started getting aired regularly here. (Oh, snap...bet you didn't see that one coming. You see...I'm a FAN of geekdom and sports. And I have boobs. No wonder society doesn't know what to do with me...)
If you haven't read my rant about nerd bashing before, you should.
Fandom is fandom is fandom. It wears football jerseys and it wears chainmail. Sometimes it wears both...and you really shouldn't fuck with that guy, even if he doesn't have a girlfriend.
Criminal kids, crappy parents and the death of empathy
In the past few weeks, there have been some horrible news stories about kids killing people just for the hell of it.
There was this one in Florida, where two teenagers thought it would be fun to kill people. Then there was the case of the Australian baseball player killed because some teenagers were bored and had nothing else to do. Or the teenagers who beat a WWII vet to death in Washington.
What the hell is wrong with us????
I have an answer, though most people tend not to like it very much. I think that we, collectively, just don't give a shit about anyone else anymore. We are an instant gratification society. We don't want to work hard, we believe we are entitled to things just because we exist. We want things to make us happy, we seek approval for the most menial accomplishments. We tell kids from the time they are born that they are winners because we don't want things to be too hard for them. We entertain them constantly. We don't help others, we just worry about ourselves.
Empathy is dying.
The me, me, me, me society is churning out an entire generation of kids who just don't know how to care about other people.
When kids get in trouble these days, the parents are often the ones questioning the teachers or the school or the police or the legal system....when they should be forcing their children to be accountable. Instead of teaching responsibility, they explain it away, allow excuses to justify bad choices.
A great many opinion articles have come out this week about it, and I encourage everyone to read them with an open mind, and to take the words to heart. It isn't just our children who could be affected here, it's all of us.
We must teach kids to care about other people. We must hold them accountable. We must relearn empathy and teach it to them.
We must.
Or we're screwed.
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How My Father Broke My Virginity And Forced Me To Have Sex With Him – 17-Year-Old Girl Confesses
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A 17-year-old female student of Takoradi Senior High School (name withheld) revealed in an interview that her biological father broke her virginity and has been having sexual intercourse with her for the past nine months, at his Adiembra residence near Sekondi.
According to the girl, her father who was sojourning in Spain returned to Ghana December last year and that was when it all started. “At the age of 16, I had not slept with any boy or man, but my father returned from Spain last December and started having sex with me,” she said.
The girl said her parents were divorced and her father was the one taking care of her so he threatened to stop supporting her if she told anybody. “If my father doesn’t pay my fees no one will do it. My mother does not have the means to take care of me in school so I was afraid to inform anybody about my ordeal; not even my mother,” the victim claimed.According to the girl, her father who was sojourning in Spain returned to Ghana December last year and that was when it all started. “At the age of 16, I had not slept with any boy or man, but my father returned from Spain last December and started having sex with me,” she said.
She also revealed that her father stopped her from going to church in fear that she might inform some of the church leaders of what he had been doing to her.
The girl indicated that on Friday August 23, 2013, after she had returned from school her father demanded to have sex with her but she refused and he gathered all her belongings including school uniforms, text and exercise books and set them ablaze. “After that he still wanted to have sex with me so I run away to a neighbour’s house and it was there that I broke the news to some of the residents.
It was learnt that personnel of the Domestic Violence and Victims Support Unit (DOVSSU) of the Ghana Police Service in Sekondi yesterday arrested the father and placed him in custody pending further investigations, after a report was made. Also, a medical report form was issued to the 17-year-old girl to attend hospital after which the accused person was arrested.
READ MORE: http://news.naij.com/45144.html
READ MORE: http://news.naij.com/45144.html
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That time I was almost pregnant but I wasn't
Senin, 26 Agustus 2013
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I've been debating telling this story for a few days. At first, I told myself that I wouldn't, that I would keep this one to myself because I didn't want to listen to those out there who like to tell people like me that grief somehow implies that we are not grateful for what we have.
Then I decided to tell this story because I know that there are other women out there like me, who everyone else insists should be done. Who can't conceive of a world where we might not be. Who can't understand that having as many kids as I do already doesn't mean that I have cherished memories of them. Who can't possibly fathom my reasons, not that I'm going to hash them out here, because I don't intend to.
Mostly, I'm telling this story because it needs to be told. It needs to get out of my head. And I need to let it go so that I can write the other things I need to write this week.
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In this world of motherhood, there is a lot of conventional wisdom out there. One of the phrases that I've heard a lot lately is how there are certain things that can virtually guarantee that you will have another baby...like getting rid of all your baby stuff, or planning some kind of fancy vacation, or sending your youngest child to Kindergarten.
When you actually want to have another baby, all those phrases sting a little. Instead of letting on to anyone that I'm crazy enough to want another one, I wave off the jokes and laugh because that is what I'm socially expected to do.
I'm not supposed to actually want another baby.
But I do.
To compound the situation by a thousand fold, I missed a pill last month, on a day after I was sick and it probably ran through my body too fast to do any good. After a while of wondering, of nervous anxiety, of wrapping my head around the idea that an oops might be happening, I stopped taking my pills, knowing that if I got a period in a few days the oops wasn't meant to be, but knowing in my heart that I wanted it anyway and that I would be elated.
I resisted the urge to buy a pregnancy test because I knew I couldn't wait to use it.
I stopped the pills and nothing happened for days. And days.
Initially scared to death, I became more and more used to the idea of this happening. After only a couple of hours it seemed, I'd gone from hesitant to fully embracing this idea.
I wasn't just okay with having another baby, I wanted one.
With every day that passed period free, my hopes grew bigger and bigger. I was working things out in my head about carpool numbers and when the baby would come. I was thinking of names already, jumping way ahead of myself.
Until the morning of the first day of school. The fateful day that I ushered my youngest over the threshold of his Kindergarten classroom. That day.
I got my period.
On that day.
Trust me when I tell you that finding out you aren't pregnant when you want to be is always devastating. Finding out you aren't just minutes before you have to let your baby go on the first day of school - unspeakable.
Grateful that I hadn't confided the possibility of the oops to anyone before that day, I laughed off the jokes people told at my expense. I smiled through the tears I fought back whenever someone asked if I was doing okay with little boy being gone. I nodded along when the conventional wisdom came out and those who didn't know told me that this would be the day I would wish for another baby.
I did wish.
It just didn't come true.
Society says that I should be done. My heart isn't. The timing sure didn't help.
Maybe someday that wish will come true, but I know that it probably won't. It's not in my hands and all the hope in the world can't make it happen. Hope can be pretty soul crushing sometimes.
I was almost pregnant, but almost doesn't count.
At least my baby already started Kindergarten and I never ever have to relive that day again.
I have to apologize for my moods the last few weeks.
This was why.
Then I decided to tell this story because I know that there are other women out there like me, who everyone else insists should be done. Who can't conceive of a world where we might not be. Who can't understand that having as many kids as I do already doesn't mean that I have cherished memories of them. Who can't possibly fathom my reasons, not that I'm going to hash them out here, because I don't intend to.
Mostly, I'm telling this story because it needs to be told. It needs to get out of my head. And I need to let it go so that I can write the other things I need to write this week.
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In this world of motherhood, there is a lot of conventional wisdom out there. One of the phrases that I've heard a lot lately is how there are certain things that can virtually guarantee that you will have another baby...like getting rid of all your baby stuff, or planning some kind of fancy vacation, or sending your youngest child to Kindergarten.
When you actually want to have another baby, all those phrases sting a little. Instead of letting on to anyone that I'm crazy enough to want another one, I wave off the jokes and laugh because that is what I'm socially expected to do.
I'm not supposed to actually want another baby.
But I do.
To compound the situation by a thousand fold, I missed a pill last month, on a day after I was sick and it probably ran through my body too fast to do any good. After a while of wondering, of nervous anxiety, of wrapping my head around the idea that an oops might be happening, I stopped taking my pills, knowing that if I got a period in a few days the oops wasn't meant to be, but knowing in my heart that I wanted it anyway and that I would be elated.
I resisted the urge to buy a pregnancy test because I knew I couldn't wait to use it.
I stopped the pills and nothing happened for days. And days.
Initially scared to death, I became more and more used to the idea of this happening. After only a couple of hours it seemed, I'd gone from hesitant to fully embracing this idea.
I wasn't just okay with having another baby, I wanted one.
With every day that passed period free, my hopes grew bigger and bigger. I was working things out in my head about carpool numbers and when the baby would come. I was thinking of names already, jumping way ahead of myself.
Until the morning of the first day of school. The fateful day that I ushered my youngest over the threshold of his Kindergarten classroom. That day.
I got my period.
On that day.
Trust me when I tell you that finding out you aren't pregnant when you want to be is always devastating. Finding out you aren't just minutes before you have to let your baby go on the first day of school - unspeakable.
Grateful that I hadn't confided the possibility of the oops to anyone before that day, I laughed off the jokes people told at my expense. I smiled through the tears I fought back whenever someone asked if I was doing okay with little boy being gone. I nodded along when the conventional wisdom came out and those who didn't know told me that this would be the day I would wish for another baby.
I did wish.
It just didn't come true.
Society says that I should be done. My heart isn't. The timing sure didn't help.
Maybe someday that wish will come true, but I know that it probably won't. It's not in my hands and all the hope in the world can't make it happen. Hope can be pretty soul crushing sometimes.
I was almost pregnant, but almost doesn't count.
At least my baby already started Kindergarten and I never ever have to relive that day again.
I have to apologize for my moods the last few weeks.
This was why.
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Notorious Nigerian Drug Dealer Escapes Detention Facility in Malaysia, Allegedly Flees to Thailand
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Osuji Kelly Prince, a Nigerian drug dealer, who escaped from a detention facility in Malaysia on August 12, may have fled to Thailand, media reports from Malaysia said on August 26, 2013, Monday.25-year-old Prince was assisted by a 52-year-old corporal to escape from Jinjang Detention Centre, where he was held for drugs possession.
Federal Narcotics Crime Investigation Department chief Noor Rashid Ibrahim said he obtained this information through their intelligence network.
“He had it planned all along and we are working with Thai police to trace him and have him deported to Malaysia,” he said.
Prince was arrested by Malaysian authorities on August 1 with 9 kilograms of methamphetamine (called syabu in Malaysia). The drugs were believed to be worth about N439 million (RM9 million).
The 52-year-old corporal, who had pending disciplinary issues related to his work prior to the case, has been charged in court for aiding Prince’s escape.
It would be reminded that according to Malaysian laws, drug trafficking / dealing is punished by the death penalty. The latest example is the Nigerian student, Ugonna Philip Nwankwo, who was sentenced to death by the Malaysian Shah Alam High Court on July 25, 2013.
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Nigerian Builds First Jet Car ever
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A wannabe aviator, Mr. Kehinde Durojaiye Obasanjo, built a locally made engine in a contraption that runs on road and sea.
SaharaTV found him operating the contraption in Ikeja to attract minor donors who collected his Compact Disk in which he said he recorded its operation on water.
Mr. Obasanjo said he designed it to operate on three mediums: ground, water and air, but has only achieved two due to financial constraints. But for now, the invention can only run on ground and water.
He said he had contacted State Governments of Lagos and Ogun to find support, but he only got their promise since beginning of 2013.
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Wonder(ful) Women - Antoinette Tuff, Kaitlin Roig & Liz Sanders-Kosiba
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Welcome to the Wonder(ful) Women series! This is my newest, and most fabulously kickass series yet, because I'm featuring real-life female superheroes every week. My hope is to bring awareness to stories in the news, and make the women I know in real life realize how much they inspire me and everyone around them.
Off we go.
Antoinette Tuff
I'm almost completely certain that you know who she is by now, even if you don't know her name. She is the school clerk who managed to talk a heavily armed gunman down in Decatur, Georgia last week.
Michael Brandon Hill entered the elementary school with several hundred rounds of ammunition and took the front office employees hostage while he loaded the guns. Tuff, an unarmed school employee, did what she could to reach the suspect, and eventually started to tell him stories about her life, trying to get through to him that everyone has problems, but that there was no reason for anyone to die that day. She prayed. She related to him. She asked him questions about his life and what brought him to this point.
He shot a few rounds at officers outside, but eventually surrendered peacefully. No children or employees were harmed, no officers were wounded, and the suspect is in jail.
With the rise in school violence of late, and all the calls to arm school employees, I am glad that no one else inside that building was armed. I'm even more glad that Antoinette Tuff was where she was that day, and that she used the most powerful weapon of them all - her voice. She was the one talking to the dispatcher. She was the one talking to the suspect. Just her.
Thank you, Antoinette, for saving countless lives and for proving that faith and clear thinking can triumph over fear. Having courage doesn't mean you aren't afraid, it means you do the right thing anyway.
Kaitlin Roig
She's another woman that you probably know of, even if you might not remember her name. She is the teacher who hid her entire classroom of first graders in a bathroom during the Sandy Hook massacre, managing to keep them quiet enough that they were not discovered by the shooter.
In the months since the tragedy, she has avoided the policy arguments about the hows and whys things like this happen and what, if anything can be done to prevent them, but she has done something else entirely.
She has started an organization that connects schools with each other, allowing kids all over the country an opportunity to develop empathy with the situations of others, and gives them a chance to help other classrooms. She firmly believes that the lesson to be taken from this experience is that we need to teach children to care genuinely about other people in this world.
It is called Classes4Classes and you can find it here.
Thank you, Kaitlin, for protecting those children, and for teaching them about far more than reading, writing and arithmetic.
Liz Sanders-Kosiba
Unlike the other women I know in real life that have been mentioned in this series, I let Liz know that she was going to be mentioned here ahead of time because I wanted to ask her if she wanted to wait until next month for it. There's a reason.
Her blog, My Sudden Attack of Conscience, is one of the most inspiring things I've encountered on the internet ever. A self-professed formerly selfish girl, she started the project as a way to document her journey towards living a life full of giving to others. She gives her time, her energy, her resources and her money to a different charity each month. The goal is to give each charity, through her efforts to raise awareness to her fans of each one, at least $100 a month.
I'm pretty sure she has surpassed that goal every month. And if I had a reason a guess here, I'm going to say that she's transformed herself entirely already and she still has four months left in the year.
This month's charity is the Alzheimer's Association, one near and dear to my heart, and you can read about her month here. If you would like to join in and contribute to her causes, that would be fabulous! You can find her on Facebook here.
Why the sudden attack you might ask? Easy. Gratitude for all that she has, and tremendous respect for the second chance she has been given with her newly sober husband. They both ooze love and gratitude. They have completely figured out that this is what life is all about.
She is a ray of sunshine and her smile is infectious. I'm so very glad that I got to know her early on in this journey of hers because I can honestly say that I've been a witness to watching her grow into this ridiculously amazing person more and more every day.
Liz, you are an inspiration. You are what gratitude looks like. You are a gift to this world, and I'm so very glad that you've decided to share this journey with us all.
I'm proud to call you a friend. Love you.
Off we go.
Antoinette Tuff
I'm almost completely certain that you know who she is by now, even if you don't know her name. She is the school clerk who managed to talk a heavily armed gunman down in Decatur, Georgia last week.
Michael Brandon Hill entered the elementary school with several hundred rounds of ammunition and took the front office employees hostage while he loaded the guns. Tuff, an unarmed school employee, did what she could to reach the suspect, and eventually started to tell him stories about her life, trying to get through to him that everyone has problems, but that there was no reason for anyone to die that day. She prayed. She related to him. She asked him questions about his life and what brought him to this point.
He shot a few rounds at officers outside, but eventually surrendered peacefully. No children or employees were harmed, no officers were wounded, and the suspect is in jail.
With the rise in school violence of late, and all the calls to arm school employees, I am glad that no one else inside that building was armed. I'm even more glad that Antoinette Tuff was where she was that day, and that she used the most powerful weapon of them all - her voice. She was the one talking to the dispatcher. She was the one talking to the suspect. Just her.
Thank you, Antoinette, for saving countless lives and for proving that faith and clear thinking can triumph over fear. Having courage doesn't mean you aren't afraid, it means you do the right thing anyway.
Kaitlin Roig
She's another woman that you probably know of, even if you might not remember her name. She is the teacher who hid her entire classroom of first graders in a bathroom during the Sandy Hook massacre, managing to keep them quiet enough that they were not discovered by the shooter.
In the months since the tragedy, she has avoided the policy arguments about the hows and whys things like this happen and what, if anything can be done to prevent them, but she has done something else entirely.
She has started an organization that connects schools with each other, allowing kids all over the country an opportunity to develop empathy with the situations of others, and gives them a chance to help other classrooms. She firmly believes that the lesson to be taken from this experience is that we need to teach children to care genuinely about other people in this world.
It is called Classes4Classes and you can find it here.
Thank you, Kaitlin, for protecting those children, and for teaching them about far more than reading, writing and arithmetic.
Liz Sanders-Kosiba
Unlike the other women I know in real life that have been mentioned in this series, I let Liz know that she was going to be mentioned here ahead of time because I wanted to ask her if she wanted to wait until next month for it. There's a reason.
Her blog, My Sudden Attack of Conscience, is one of the most inspiring things I've encountered on the internet ever. A self-professed formerly selfish girl, she started the project as a way to document her journey towards living a life full of giving to others. She gives her time, her energy, her resources and her money to a different charity each month. The goal is to give each charity, through her efforts to raise awareness to her fans of each one, at least $100 a month.
I'm pretty sure she has surpassed that goal every month. And if I had a reason a guess here, I'm going to say that she's transformed herself entirely already and she still has four months left in the year.
This month's charity is the Alzheimer's Association, one near and dear to my heart, and you can read about her month here. If you would like to join in and contribute to her causes, that would be fabulous! You can find her on Facebook here.
Why the sudden attack you might ask? Easy. Gratitude for all that she has, and tremendous respect for the second chance she has been given with her newly sober husband. They both ooze love and gratitude. They have completely figured out that this is what life is all about.
She is a ray of sunshine and her smile is infectious. I'm so very glad that I got to know her early on in this journey of hers because I can honestly say that I've been a witness to watching her grow into this ridiculously amazing person more and more every day.
Liz, you are an inspiration. You are what gratitude looks like. You are a gift to this world, and I'm so very glad that you've decided to share this journey with us all.
I'm proud to call you a friend. Love you.
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The return of the purportedly healed governor of Taraba State’
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The return of the purportedly healed governor of Taraba State’s Governor Danbaba Suntai became more bizarre on Sunday following his return to Nigeria after 10-months of medical treatment in Germany and later in the United States.
Arriving at the Jalingo airport in Taraba State, Mr. Suntai was bizarrely prevented from meeting with the Acting governor, Alhaji Graba Umar, who was present to receive him.
As soon as he was assisted off the aircraft, his supporters ushered him into a maroon Range Rover SUV and drove off with thousands of the rented crowd in tow.
Mr. Suntai's return to Nigeria began at the John F Kennedy International airport in New York at about 7:50p.m local time aboard a chartered Gulfstream IV with US registration number N388CA chartered from Farmingdale, New York–based Air Rutter International.
The jet first flew to Santa Maria Airport (LPAZ) near Senegal before proceeding to Nigeria, arriving in Abuja at about 1p.m. local time.
Upon arrival, it was a strange sight as Mr. Suntai was assisted by three aides to disembark from the jet. Following planted reports as to how well he had responded to treatment, several of his associates who had expected to meet a strong, healthy and fit Suntai were disappointed as he could not disembark without assistance.
He was immediately whisked to the VIP lounge where he was received by a big Peoples Democratic Party figure, Professor Jerry Gana, John Dara and several others.
Mr. Suntai managed to smile occasionally, but he did not speak to the waiting throng of reporters. In the continuing choreography, Prof. Gana later attributed the returnee-governor’s inability to speak to the long trip and jet lag.
At a point, photo journalists were ushered in to take Mr. Suntai’s photo, but he remained carefully sandwiched between Gana and another aide.
When the stage-managed events at the Nnamdi Azikiwe airport were over, Mr. Suntai took the flight home to Jalingo, the Taraba capital, arriving there at 3:45p.m. Coordinators of the road show ensured that he also evaded the thousands of supporters mobilized to the airport to welcome the “healed” governor.
Sources have indicated that the next phase of the plot by a powerful cabal to keep the brain-damaged governor in power will manifest at the Governor’s Lodge in the next few days.
We have learnt that the main personnel behind the unfolding drama include retired general Theophilus Danjuma; Damian Dodo, a Senior Advocate of Nigeria, who will provide the legal firepower for the maintenance of political power in the hands of a man who is clearly incapacitated; and Senator Emmanuel Bwacha, who will be the main political operative. They are being joined by some government officials led by the Secretary to the Taraba State Government, who will likely be used to form a parallel power structure in the state to keep Mr. Suntai in power.
A junior Minister in President Goodluck Jonathan's administration, Darius Dickson Ishaku, along with Plateau State Governor Jonah Jang, are the other actors in the political power heist in Taraba which offers moment-to-moment reminders of the fading days of President Umaru Yar’Adua.
Following his carefully-plotted “return” to power on Sunday, Governor Suntai is expected to send a letter to the House of Assembly in the next few days requesting a leave of absence. He may then return to the United States, where doctors have said he is unlikely to recover enough to return to normal life, to continue his rehabilitation.
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Arriving at the Jalingo airport in Taraba State, Mr. Suntai was bizarrely prevented from meeting with the Acting governor, Alhaji Graba Umar, who was present to receive him.
As soon as he was assisted off the aircraft, his supporters ushered him into a maroon Range Rover SUV and drove off with thousands of the rented crowd in tow.
Mr. Suntai's return to Nigeria began at the John F Kennedy International airport in New York at about 7:50p.m local time aboard a chartered Gulfstream IV with US registration number N388CA chartered from Farmingdale, New York–based Air Rutter International.
The jet first flew to Santa Maria Airport (LPAZ) near Senegal before proceeding to Nigeria, arriving in Abuja at about 1p.m. local time.
Upon arrival, it was a strange sight as Mr. Suntai was assisted by three aides to disembark from the jet. Following planted reports as to how well he had responded to treatment, several of his associates who had expected to meet a strong, healthy and fit Suntai were disappointed as he could not disembark without assistance.
He was immediately whisked to the VIP lounge where he was received by a big Peoples Democratic Party figure, Professor Jerry Gana, John Dara and several others.
Mr. Suntai managed to smile occasionally, but he did not speak to the waiting throng of reporters. In the continuing choreography, Prof. Gana later attributed the returnee-governor’s inability to speak to the long trip and jet lag.
At a point, photo journalists were ushered in to take Mr. Suntai’s photo, but he remained carefully sandwiched between Gana and another aide.
When the stage-managed events at the Nnamdi Azikiwe airport were over, Mr. Suntai took the flight home to Jalingo, the Taraba capital, arriving there at 3:45p.m. Coordinators of the road show ensured that he also evaded the thousands of supporters mobilized to the airport to welcome the “healed” governor.
Sources have indicated that the next phase of the plot by a powerful cabal to keep the brain-damaged governor in power will manifest at the Governor’s Lodge in the next few days.
We have learnt that the main personnel behind the unfolding drama include retired general Theophilus Danjuma; Damian Dodo, a Senior Advocate of Nigeria, who will provide the legal firepower for the maintenance of political power in the hands of a man who is clearly incapacitated; and Senator Emmanuel Bwacha, who will be the main political operative. They are being joined by some government officials led by the Secretary to the Taraba State Government, who will likely be used to form a parallel power structure in the state to keep Mr. Suntai in power.
A junior Minister in President Goodluck Jonathan's administration, Darius Dickson Ishaku, along with Plateau State Governor Jonah Jang, are the other actors in the political power heist in Taraba which offers moment-to-moment reminders of the fading days of President Umaru Yar’Adua.
Following his carefully-plotted “return” to power on Sunday, Governor Suntai is expected to send a letter to the House of Assembly in the next few days requesting a leave of absence. He may then return to the United States, where doctors have said he is unlikely to recover enough to return to normal life, to continue his rehabilitation.
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Boy found in Arik aircraft’s wheel thought plane was US-bound’
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The teenage stowaway, Daniel Ihekina, who was arrested at the Lagos Airport after flying in the tyre hole of an Arik plane from Benin to Lagos on Saturday morning, thought he was on a US-bound flight.A source at the Benin Airport who disclosed this said the boy’s parents had already departed for Lagos in search of the stowaway.
The airport source, who did not want his name in print said, “From what we heard, the boy said he was being maltreated and tried to escape from his parents. He thought he was on his way to the US.
“The parents have travelled to Lagos by road, to get him back.”
Meanwhile, investigations conducted by one of our correspondents in Lagos revealed that the boy had been handed over to the operatives of the State Security Services for further investigation.
The General Manager, Corporate Communications, Federal Airports Authority of Nigeria, Mr. Yakubu Dati, who also confirmed the development, said the aviation security personnel of the agency had handed over the young voyager to the men of the SSS for extensive investigation.
Dati said, “The residential address the boy gave to us was traced to a church in Benin by our airport manager and his team. So, there is need to hand over the teenager to the SSS who are experts in such investigations. They will carry out further investigation on the matter.”
The FAAN spokesman said the nature and circumstances surrounding the crime informed the agency decision to hand over the stowaway to the SSS operatives.
Meanwhile, following the Benin Airport incident, FAAN has adopted the ‘risk amelioration processes to safeguard flight operations’ at all its 22 airports across the country.
Dati stressed that the agency had tightened its risk amelioration procedure to ensure that similar incident did not occur again.
He also said the agency had prioritised the perimeter fencing of all the 22 airports in the country.
“In the meantime, we have adopted risk amelioration processes to safeguard flight operations. As a result of this incident in Benin, we have further tightened our risk amelioration procedure to ensure that a similar incident does not occur,” he said.
However, FAAN has also continued to trade blame with Arik Air over the Benin incident.
The agency, in a statement on Sunday, said it read with “great dismay the statement released by Arik Airlines about the stowaway found on board Arik’s flight 544 from Benin to Lagos on Saturday 24 August, 2013.”
Dati said FAAN was “unfairly indicted” while the airline took no responsibility whatsoever for such a “serious security breach.”
FAAN said its preliminary investigation had revealed that Arik did not give accurate account of the Benin Airport incident.
Giving the accounts of its preliminary findings, FAAN said, “Our investigations reveal that a passenger on board the flight called the attention of the cabin crew while the aircraft was waiting to take off at the threshold of the runway, to the effect that they had seen a young boy walk under the aircraft and had not seen him re-appear on the other side.”
“The cabin crew in turn informed the pilots in the cockpit about this. The pilots called the control tower and asked them to request FAAN to do a sweep of the area after their departure, opting to carry on with their flight despite the report.”
“Upon the arrival of the aircraft in Lagos, we were informed that there had been a stowaway found alive alighting from the wheel well of the aircraft. While FAAN takes this security breach extremely seriously, we deem Arik’s attempt at indicting and smearing FAAN as irresponsible. Safety and security breaches occur when all the checks in the system are beaten. Given that security is a responsibility for all players in this industry, a critical last opportunity to detect and prevent this stowaway was offered and had the airline taken the information by passengers as seriously as they should have, this incident would have been avoided.”
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UNBELIEVABLE: Pastor Impregnates Church Member, Sells Baby
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Pastor Onu had told the mother of the baby that her baby died at Ajiwe Street, Aba in Abia State.
The Imo state Commissioner of Police, Mr. Mohammed Katsina said that the pastor who hails from Umunwada Onitcha in Ezinihitte Mbaise Local Government Area of Imo State and who resided at Avutu Obowo impregnated his church member who was also his girlfriend, one Nkeiru Chukwuemeka.
Nkeiru was said to be in labour pains when Pastor Onu called another lady friend (Precious Adiele) who then introduced to them a hospital called Angel of Mercy Hospital at 19 Ajiwe Street Aba, Abia State.
CP Katsina explained that on July 9, 2013, Nkeiru was delivered of a baby boy. Later Pastor Onu arranged to sell the baby for N100,000. Onu and his cohorts then told the mother of the child that the baby was dead.
CP Kastina explained that the friend, Adiele agreed with the pastor on how the baby would be sold. So, when Adiele brought in the buyer, she instructed Onu to hide so that he would not be seen. The pastor complied.
However, Adiele gave Pastor Onu just N10,000 instead of the N100,000 for which the baby was sold.
All seemed well with the transactions until Nkeiru started asking to see her baby. The nurse attending to her explained to her how her baby had died after birth.
Meanwhile, Nkeiru’s elder brother insisted on knowing where the baby was buried. That was when the matter went to the Otoko Police Station. That led to the arrest of some nurses of the hospital and later Dr Azuka Odike.
Dr Odike told Sunday Sun that she hails from Udi Local Government Area of Enugu State and attended Ebonyi State University and currently resides in Aba, Abia State.
Odike explained that Pastor Onu came to her hospital with his wife who was nine months pregnant and that on July 9, 2013, “the wife was delivered of her baby in my hospital around 9.00am”. Pastor Onu, his girlfriend and baby left the hospital around afternoon time after they had settled their bill of N17,000.
“Pastor Onu told me that the girlfriend has mental disorder and that she had strangulated her sister and her mother. Pastor Onu warned me that I have to be careful with the baby because of his wife’s condition,” she said.
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REVEALED: Stranded Boko Haram members turn human eaters in Borno – Suspect
Sabtu, 24 Agustus 2013
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Magumeri forest is about 150 kilometres from Maiduguri, the state capital.
Mallam Momodu Bukar, a suspected militant, told newsmen on Saturday in Maiduguri that he fled the camp at the forest on Thursday when it became obvious that he was going to be eaten.
“I thank God that I escaped because I would have been slaughtered by now to provide meal for my colleagues at the camp,” Bukar said.
The suspected militant was captured by a Youth Vigilante Group, popularly known as the civilian JTF at Baga Road motor park, Maiduguri, on Friday..
He said the militants had been in the forest since May, when they were dislodged from Marte, Marte Local Government Area, by the Joint Task Force (JTF) on Operation Restore Order (ORO) after the declaration of the State of Emergency.
“Our group, consisting of about 300 well armed combatants, headed for Magumeri on the orders of the sect leader, Abubakar Shekau, shortly before the military took over Marte Camp.
“We have been wandering in the forest. We have exhausted our food and water supply, and so, everybody became hungry,” Bukar said.
He also said that they lost contact with Shekau due to the closure of GSM services by the Defence Headquarters.
“It all started last Monday when three of the combatants in camp died of acute hunger, and it became obvious that all of us will die if action was not taken.
“The leader of the group, Abu Omar, directed that a non combatant member be slaughtered to provide meal for the rest.
“The meat provided meal for the combatant for just two days and another person was killed in the same manner on Wednesday.
“So, it became certain that I might be the next person since I am also a non combatant member.”
Bukar said he escaped after volunteering to help search for drinking water for the group in a nearby village.
“I left the camp on Thursday evening after agreeing to fetch water from the village.
“After leaving the camp, I started running until I arrived at Magumeri town, so, I slept in the motor park before boarding a vehicle to Maiduguri with the little money on me.” he said.
Bukar said that he was apprehended immediately he arrived at the motor park in Maiduguri by the youth vigilante group.
Commenting, an official of the vigilante group, Mallam Ajid Asheik, said the suspect would be handed to the Joint Task Force (JTF) on Operation Restore Order (ORO) for investigation.(NAN)
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