So, there’s an ongoing debate currently going on on Twitter, and we’ve brought it here for you to read, and tell us what you think.

It all started when a Nothern Twitter user insinuated that it was okay to marry a girl of 15 years. The twitter user Identified as user @dadiyata wrote; “If she can comfortably take some knacks as early as 15, I see nothing wrong in marrying her off at that age. Early marriage is better than early fornication”

Another Twitter user, @Mahammadgi agreed, writing; “Child marriage!!! Child marriage!!! they prefer we feed our daughters and sister with contraceptives and let them contaminate the air with fornication”

Another user, @itz_imaam shared the same sentiments, and wrote; “If only our neighbors will understand this and stop thinking marriage at young age is uncivilized”

Then another user, felt age 15 is quite old, but agreed for age 12. “Lets confront them first at that early 12 years, you will realize how mentally matured they are.”

Another user, Usman agreed, “This I agree.” See his post below;

See a conversation over the topic below;

The 2017 Miss Prestige Nigeria Diaspora, Blessing Eberechukwu Muokwe, was reportedly killed in a ghastly motor accident on January 22, 2018.

The 23-year-old beauty queen will be laid to rest in her hometown, Akwa Vilage, Ifitedunu in Dunukoffia Local Government Area of Anambra State on February 10th.

Late Ebere, was until her untimely death, a staff at the Chartered Institute of Bankers of Nigeria (CIBN)

Her friends have since taken to social media to pay tributes to her…

She was aged 23.

A Nigerian pastor Apostle Paul Umoru has narrated how a stranger turned into a python and swallowed his church member in a Keke Napep.

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Beloved, on Sunday 4th Feb 2018 a member of our church, while returning home after service around after 1pm joined a kekenapep with her four children.

She handed over one of the children to a male passenger she met in the keke to help her carry due to lack of enough space.

Not long after, the stranger transformed to a large python and was swallowing this young boy right inside the keke in broad day light here in Bonny Island.

The head and part of the shoulders of the young boy had already gone into the mouth of the python. On noticing this frightening scene, the boy’s mother shouted JESUS!

This made the python to vomit the boy and disappeared leaving some teeth bruises on the boy’s body. The boy had fainted but was later revived and prayed over.

See picture below showing the teeth of the python on the boy.

The lesson here is to ensure you don’t handover your child or property to a total stranger. You may never know who you are dealing with.

May the Almighty God deliver us from satanic agents of darkness in the name of Jesus Christ!

A Nigerian Twitter user by the handle @zikirillahi has labelled southern Nigerian women as prostitutes.

In a series of tweets, he claims that the southern part of any country is always the cause of problems in the country. This he said using popular HBO series, Game of Thrones as an example.

Read his tweets below.

In any country where there is South and North all the problem encounter by the state is from the Southern region. Even the famous TV Show “Game of Thrones” characterize South with House of betrayal, Lies, No Mercy, brothel, brother nd Sister intercourse, fake promises, injustice.

While Northerner are full people of integrity, people if their words, No fake promises “i’m no gonna swore an oath i can’t keep, When the North people make false promises words stop meaning anything – Jon Snow”

This exactly what’s happening in Nigeria. All Southern know that fornication is sin, Yet they commit it, brag about it nd make thread about it. How will u expect that people to respect other people’s religion while they can’t even respect their OWN.

Over 90% of those southern women are prostitute either Ashwo, run girl or having sexual intercourse in the name of relationship.

Meet Chizy, a beautiful Nigerian bride who looked absolutely stunning without no make-up or jewelry to mark her special day.

The beautiful bride, Chizzy and her husband Sammy got married last December and in the pictures posted by their wedding photographer, she is seen without an ounce of makeup.makeup.

She does look beautiful, Yeah?

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Here’s a story of how I once made the grave mistake of trying to enjoy the pleasures of a Yoruba wedding party all by myself.

I’d gotten a personal invite to the ceremony held in June 2017, alright, but I should have known better than trying to go all by myself.

I really should have known better than pressuring myself to attend, especially after my two friends, with whom I’d been planning to mash up the place, slied me just a week to the big day.

Mind you, we had been planning this gig for two months.

But hey, I wasn’t going to let that deter me. What was a little disappointment to someone determined to get something done?

Plan B

So what did I do? I called up one babe I had just begun being friendly with. I mean, there’s meant to be a silver lining after every dark cloud, right?

I chose to see my friend’s pulling-out of the plan as an opportunity to chill with the light-skin, curvy igbo babe.

She actually loved the idea. She was eager to go and I was really excited that everything had finally gelled and I’d spend time with her, gist, eat good food and maybe even take her back to my place afterwards.

Dreams do come true, don’t they?

Well, apparently not.

On the morning of the wedding, my phone rang and it was her.

You know those hand-falling moments when your phone rings and you’re hoping it’s an alert you’ve been expecting, only for it to turn out to be your network provider letting the devil use them to bring more agony to your raggedy soul?

That was it.

Brothers and sisters, imagine my despair when she apologetically called to say she was cancelling. She said she’d tried to make it happen, but there was no way she could force it.

Damned menstrual cramps!

When there’s a will…

But then, because my village people had planned and were so hell-bent on getting me that day, instead of seeing everything that already went wrong as a sign to just relax myself and sit home, my mind still wouldn’t let go of this wedding.

Maybe because I had just made this nice native attire – one well-tailored beauty like that – and the wedding was just the perfect opportunity to show it off. My body was legit doing me gish gish to just wear the clothe. I wasn’t going to let my guys and menstrual cramps rain on my party.

So off I went.

By the time I had my seat at 2:30pm or thereabouts, the bride and the groom were just dancing into the hall.

I mean, this was a reception that should have begun at 1pm but hey, I thought to myself, “they’re less than two hours late. I like these guys.”

That’s one lesson I’d learnt after being at enough Yoruba weddings. If the couple were not four hours late, you better be grateful.

And I was. In fact, I gave them a mental pass mark. On one hand for their early arrival and on the other because, just as the couple and its squads entered with all the fanfare, jollof rice and its divine smell followed.

Let the party begin as the Lord intended, I thought to myself as I fiddled with my phone, trying to be as cool as possible.

You know how you have to be composed while food is being served at these things so you won’t look like you are actually interested in their food. Smh.

20 minutes after and the smell of jollof had well and truly filled the whole room but none was coming my way. So I stylishly looked around me.

People of God, food was flowing everywhere around me o. Jollof was being murdered en-masse, beer and juice and other drinks were being used to flush the crushed grains further down but I was getting none of the action.

Another look around and I realized what the problem was – I had somehow managed to sit myself in the uncool side of the setting.

Oh my Jesus.

Uncool kids

You know all those cool kids in American high school movies always getting their way and getting away with literally anything? Exactly!

My table was the opposite of that. We were three. An elderly man and one woman who looked like she gatecrashed completed the miserable trio.

We were three at a table meant for eight. Quiet, looking morose and – it actually still breaks my heart to admit this part – very, very hungry.

Yet there was no food coming from anywhere. And it was increasingly looking like none would.

For some reason, it was only the tables where groups of people were gisting that had food. Banter was alive and gist was just flowing. So did food and drinks there.

The loudmouthed and really pretty babes who all wore matching outfits to our right had it all. I hungrily eyed a petite one and somehow our eyes met and held for the briefest moment.

Wait, lemme eat first, I thought and filed the thought of getting her number to a part of my worried mind.

The yuppy mummies directly in front of us had loads of food as well – as in, everything.

Those ones bullied the servers to get most of the food anyway; literally dragging the servers by the clothes whenever they passed till everyone at their table was served everything they wanted.

Then I realized that’s the thing about these Yoruba weddings and maybe about servers – you have to call their attention most times and it is the force with which you call them that they respond to.

It is often the case that they attend to a number of people calling at once rather than just one person or two. The larger the group and the loudness of their approach, the better for the group.

You know, there’s this thing about misbehaving in groups that takes attention away from individuals. Now I had the option to continue being posh and expect them to do normal, or go solo at harassing them to bring the party to my side.

I couldn’t.

“Please give me food na”

So I just sat there humbly, pressing my phone and trying my damnedest best to show a nonchalance I wasn’t feeling at all.

“Haa God, I never chop since morning oooooo!”

Gosh, can this people just serve us without having to call out to them, please? I was screaming internally at this stage.

Hello. Hello? Is anyone out there? Can you hear me?

Ok, you can leave the moimoi out. Just gimme rice, salad and chicken.

No? Oh my Jesus.

I suddenly realized how alone I was in this world.

Lesson: If you ever hope to eat at a Yoruba wedding, be ready to call out, maybe even drag the servers by their clothes.

Dishes were being cleared and mounds of rice and chicken were being brought down to broken bones. I was getting none of the action. My soul was paining me, my stomach was aching. It had been filled all day with nothing but the aroma of jollof.

One whole hour after, I reached a conclusion in my mind that if they didn’t bring anything in the next 30 minutes, I’d be out of there.

Then it happened. Finally!

A ray of hope

One of the servers had one last juice in his little basket and saw us at our table looking depressed.

He must have seen the misery in our eyes when he scanned the table and found nothing but table water. Mine was untouched.

“Ahahn, bros, they never serve una anything for here?”

“No o,” I replied, and the two other people joined in with their voice for good measure.

My voice actually came out a little too strongly than I hoped.

Wow. Where did that flash of anger come from?

Baba, the things wey hunger dey cause for this life ehn…

The serving guy quickly offered us juice and promised to come back with a serving lady – and a tray of all the goodies, of course.

I let the two other people have the juice. More was coming. No lele.

False dawns & unhappy endings

You people, that’s why I’m actually writing this article oooo.

See, that promise was made in 2017. It’s 2018 already and I’m still screaming internally, waiting for the serving guy that served me drink and told me to wait on him for food.

Please if you know that guy that served me drink at Abule Egba and told me to chillax for him, please tell him to come and serve me my food o, I use God to beg him.

I’m in Lekki as I write this.

Can you guys actually believe, there was still small chops served to people; and I think there must have been asun too, because as at the time I and my sunken, shattered, bleeding heart, dry mouth and empty stomach were leaving that wedding, I saw them preparing something that looked like the end product would be asun.

And I had nothing to eat in the midst of all that.

Zilch. Zero. Nada. Not even a grain of rice or morsel of semo.

Fam, the painment!

I have attended three more weddings since then and cancelled two more because there was no one to go with.

It’s crazy that I had to go so far and wait so long to learn a lesson everyone apparently knows in this Lagos – never go to a Yoruba wedding alone.

Even if you are lucky and you get food, enjoy and do all sorts that are done there, the experience is never the same.

I attended a Yoruba wedding alone and it was one of the worst mistakes of my life for that year.

Don’t be like me, people. Do better.

Source: Pulse.ng

A popular Kenyan musician identified as Sheldi Gorgeouz, has stunned his fans on social media after he took to his Facebook page on February 6, 2018, to reveal that he had bleached (whitened) his skin.

The controversial musician who launched his career back in 2011, stated that he had dug deep into his pockets to fund the procedure, adding that his bleaching should not be likened to that of popular socialite, Vera Sidika as he had to consult three top notch physicians.

He posted his new photos and wrote; “I had to hire three physicians, one from China, the other one from London, and my main physician from New York City. They manufactured a special body cream just for me, and it’s my copyright. No one else uses the cream, unless with my permission and authority.”

He stated that contrary to rumours, what he had done was not bleaching, it was brightening and that the cream he used was made exclusively for him.

“Yes, I did skin brightening. I spent 165 Million Kshs (Kenyan Shillings) it’s a lot of money but I achieved what I wanted. My skin brightening process took place in the United States, but I thank God it was successful,” the musician wrote.

A Facebook user has rescued a baby while he ws driving along the highway with a friend.

Apparently, the Facebook user spotted the child crawling up to the highway, and then he came down, picked him up and took him home only to find his parents sleeping.

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