Well this is just the bitter truth I have near heard in my entire life.... Girl abide by this and you will be happy ever.. Thanks Deyoungest

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My dear friend, please note that most of the picture use to portrait some events on the website are not actually the real pictures ok. My opinion here is that why is it the guy was sentences to prison what happen to the girl. In fact the suspected crime was committed by both of them so for equal and equity the girl should be sentence to Juvenile  prison too.[/i]

Have you noticed how there's so much discrimination against dark-skinned individuals?  You hear people like you and me - Nigerians - openly trying to differentiate themselves from being black as much as they can.

They act like being black(dark) is a disease.  What happened to the  'black is beautiful' revolution?  Nowadays, the farther you are from being (dark) black the more accepted you are.  Guys like you more, girls want to hang out with you.  Didn't we get enough [trouble] already for being black, with slavery, racism and all?

Last week I was supposed to hitch a ride with a friend's boyfriend and I asked if I could bring a friend along.  And when the guy saw how dark-skinned she was, he was like "hope that 'black one' isn't your friend because there's no room for her".  I was so put off by what he said.  I gave him a piece of my mind and got out of the car.  I saw him as one of dose feeble minded few who don't know better.  What did he mean by "that black one"?  The last time I checked we were all black.


What do you all feel about this?

About Me

My name is Abosede Omoakholo. Everyone calls me Bose. I’m a reluctant illegal immigrant. I never planned to leave Nigeria. Lagos was good to me. I had a good job as the deputy branch manager of one of the biggest banks in Nigeria. But, love brought me to America. My fiancé, Tunde, was in Baltimore. Now, love has shredded my heart to pieces. My only refuge is my diary. I started writing it on the plane three and half months ago. It’s taken me until now to have the courage to share it.

I will share a NEW ENTRY EVERY MONDAY.

Read my story from the beginning

Coming to America

I woke up for the third time in five hours. I’m flying across the Atlantic Ocean. I’m going to America to meet the love of my life, the father of my unborn children.

I woke up because the flight attendant was offering me another meal. They feed you a lot on these international flights. Anytime I flew within Nigeria, all I got was a bun that could shatter the plane’s window if you fling it at it.

But on this flight, it was food every two hours. Good food too. I couldn’t even pronounce some of the meals on the menu.

Now I know why all those rich and powerful Nigerians travel abroad and return with puffy cheeks and potbellies. It’s the airline food.

I took the warm meal from the hostess and shoved it in my mouth. Unlike the other meals, this one was tough on the teeth.

“It’s a hot towel, ma’am,” the hostess said as she tried hard not to laugh.  “You use it for the face.”

I almost died out of shame.

Back home, I was what you’ll call a city girl. I grew up in Lagos, the city that is really a metropolis but we call a city because that was what the British colonialists called it and someone has not thought it was time to call it a metropolis. I went to the University of Lagos, one of the most urbane universities on the continent. And, I was an assistant branch manager in a bank on Broad Street, a place some call the financial capital of Africa.

In Lagos, I was an “it girl”. But, on this plane, I had just acted like the ultimate bush girl.

I smiled sheepishly at the hostess as she moved on to the next passenger. I looked around; saw everyone wiping their faces with their towels. I did the same.

“Don’t worry about it,” says the middle-aged white woman next to me, “I used to do that all the time too”.

I knew she was trying to make me feel better. No one chews a hot towel twice. But, it still felt nice to hear it. I nodded my thanks.

“Where are you flying from?” she asked.

Well, there goes my attempt to blend in. I was hoping people would think I was from England because I boarded the plane in London.

“Lagos,” I answered.

“Where is that?” she asked.

“Nigeria,” I replied.

“Oh, the place where they send those fraudulent e-mails and faxes,” she added.

“Pardon, me?” I shot back with a frown.

“I get the e-mails all the time,” she continued like a doctor passing the death sentence on a patient.

All of a sudden, I’m angry with his woman. I have watched a lot of MTV, BET and CNN to know enough of the American culture. I know a lot of Americans are good people. But, I also know some of them like to pass judgment on things they know little about as if they were Jesus Christ on the throne. I wasn’t going to let this woman off the hook.

“So, where are you from?” I asked.

“Roanoke, Virginia” she answered proudly.

“Ah, the American South!”

“Yeah”

“Your great-grandfathers came to my country with the Bible and stole millions of my people. Turned them into slaves.”

I had never seen a white woman turn morbid pale that fast.

“That is not a nice thing to say,” she fumed.

“You think what you said was a nice thing?” I asked..

“You think everybody from the South was a slave trader?” she shot back.

“You think every Nigerian is a criminal?”  I asked. This was funny; we were answering questions with question. Maybe she’s a Nigerian in disguise because that is what we do in Nigeria, we answer questions with questions.

“It’s not the same thing,” she said.

“Oh yes, it is,” I responded.

She pouted, turned away and looked out the window at the bluish skies. I closed my eyes and let my mind drift back to how I came to be in a plane headed for Baltimore Washington International Airport.

I had dreamt of this trip for four years. But, it was coming two years sooner than I had planned. Or, we had planned.
This entry was posted in Diary.

Please help a friend out with this problem..

"the problem am having currently  now with my babe is that she don't allow me touch her phone, she always insist that i should not go through her phone which kept me wondering.


please what could be the cause because right now i feel insecure, she started this since she came back from where she was serving.
please i need your candid advice on how to deal with this, because i love her so much and we are planing to get married by August, but this new attitude left me thinking, i have try several ways to talk it over with her to tell me the reason why i should not touch phone, but she don't say anything reasonable. "

thnxs

So who is deceiving who

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If the story is true then it is a big shame on Dbanj for going after second hand lady (Genevieve Nnaji) where branded new kokolet dey.... what a shame...

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@Poster... am so disappointed at you .. I expect you to show some sign of maturity... why all these disgusting comment to SAMOKO if he behave childish will you too behave same? It is too bad... Well back to the issue you raised.... one thing is that almost every young is a potential investment of his parents and the parents and family want lot from him... then trying to spend fortune on girl that is not yet 100% sure of getting married to is just a dangerous investment to him.... that is why some do run away for over demanding girlfriend... as for the older ones they are just using ladies... taking a older man to worth millions is ready to thousands for ladies becos it is nothing to him..[/i][/i]

I hope they are not manipulating figures like what happen in Stock Exchange Market.... Don't under estimate what Nigerians can do to fool the world oooo.