tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16498088876183135582024-03-05T08:14:07.133-08:00My Naija's Young and Fabulous (My NyF)Your #1 site for all things fabulously Nigerian!Nenny U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765386657069558275noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649808887618313558.post-67273619488152213852011-02-08T23:49:00.000-08:002011-02-08T23:49:41.393-08:00VIDEO PREMIERE: DBANJ AND SNOOP DOGG 'ENDOWED'!!Ok guys<br />
I must say that I myself have been waiting for the release of this video and I was so excited once I heard it was out. Dbanj is a mega-star in his own right and it was only fitting for him to colloborate with another big name in music. So please watch and enjoy....<br />
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<object width="640" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lwrpX3wMD2o&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lwrpX3wMD2o&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"></embed></object>Nenny U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765386657069558275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649808887618313558.post-21715745552369057502011-01-27T05:01:00.000-08:002011-01-27T05:01:15.111-08:00The Nigerian Boy who Conquered America: King of Home Equity Fraud<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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A luxury suite at the W Hotel in Dallas is as good a place as any to conquer the world. At least it seemed that way in 2007 when Tobechi Onwuhara got the crew together. They'd meet there often, seven or eight of them. Some had nicknames from the Ian Fleming lexicon: C, Q, and E. Others were called Mookie, Orji, Uche. They would spread out on designer sofas and at the wet bar, open three-ring binders, and fire up laptops with hard-to-trace wireless cards. On a nearby table there'd be prepaid cellphones with area codes taped to them. A phone for Southern California. A phone for Northern Virginia. A phone for any place Onwuhara had found the "good money."<br />
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In those days, the good money wasn't hard to find. The housing boom had flooded the country with capital. Lenders were making promiscuous loans to unsophisticated borrowers. It was an ideal environment for Onwuhara, 27, a brilliant, pug-faced visionary who favored True Religion jeans and Ed Hardy shirts. Looking out over the neon skyline of downtown Dallas, it was easy for the crew to believe his assurances: He'd make them rich. When the sun glinted off one of his $100,000 diamond-encrusted Audemars Piguet watches, who could doubt it? Every few months he would buy a new Maserati or Bentley. He owned expensive properties in Miami, Dallas, and Phoenix. He even had a secret love condo in the W, where scantily clad women visited in such numbers that one bellhop became convinced that the first-generation Nigerian-American was a porn director.<br />
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The truth was very different. In his ancestral homeland, Onwuhara might have been a chief. In America he became one of the world's most successful cyberscammers, a criminal genius who used his talents to filet a poorly regulated banking and credit system. In less than three years Onwuhara stole a confirmed $44 million, according to the FBI, which believes the total may be anywhere from $80 million to $100 million. All he needed was an Internet connection and a cellphone.<br />
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Onwuhara called it "washing." He'd set up a boiler room in a fancy hotel (the Waldorf-Astoria was another favorite) to wash information on wealthy victims. Then he'd wash bank accounts. One group in his crew would do online research using databases and websites to harvest names, dates of birth, and mortgage information. They'd build profiles of victims for a second group, who would call banks posing as account holders. The callers cadged security information and passwords. Then Onwuhara would breach the accounts and wire funds from them to a network of money mules he had established in Asia. The money would be laundered and wired back to his accounts in the U.S.<br />
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"I call it modern-day bank robbery," says FBI special agent Michael Nail. "You can sit at home in your PJs and slippers with a laptop, and you can actually rob a bank."<br />
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Onwuhara specialized in hitting home equity lines of credit (HELOCs), the reservoirs of cash that banks make available to homeowners. Once Onwuhara gained access to a HELOC, he could siphon out vast sums in seconds. His weapon was persuasion. It got him enough money to start building a colonnaded fortress in Nigeria; enough to gamble at the high-stakes tables in Vegas casinos all night. Even his accomplices appear not to have known how much he was really pulling down -- not even his beautiful fiancée, Precious Matthews.<br />
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"He was playing all of us," says Paula Gipson, a member of the crew. "The banks, us, Precious, everybody." Conversations with Gipson and other Onwuhara associates, interviews with his family and with investigators, and hundreds of pages of court documents reveal a digital scavenger of extraordinary creativity and guile. Onwuhara orchestrated his swindles using information about homeowners that is widely available online. In fragments, this information is innocuous. When assembled properly, it can be used like an electronic skeleton key to get into almost any credit account. Onwuhara needed only a few short years to rack up an illicit fortune. And he's still at large.<br />
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The son of an entrepreneur<br />
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The state of Abia in Nigeria stretches from the plains in the north to the riverine flats in the south and resembles, on a map, a giraffe's head. It is a swath of farmland filled with yam fields, cashew orchards, and the sorrowful memories of the Igbo people. The Igbo are Christian, but they jokingly call themselves "black Jews" because so many leave home to establish themselves in business. Abia is their heartland. In the late 1960s it was part of Biafra, a secessionist state with the misfortune of sitting atop vast oil deposits. When the Nigerian civil war erupted, more than a million Biafrans were killed or starved to death. Onwuhara's parents survived.<br />
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His father, Doris, was an entrepreneur, one of the first people in Nigeria to import satellite TVs. He built the first major hotel in Abia's capital, Umuahia. Visitors came from miles away to dance in the hotel's nightclub. As Umuahia expanded and land values appreciated, so did Doris's influence. He moved into politics, held office, and managed a successful campaign for a governor of Abia.<br />
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Onwuhara's mother, Katherine, was equally accomplished. A lawyer and literary critic, she served as chairwoman of Abia's board of education. The four daughters she had with Doris would go on to be nurses and ministers. But her fifth child, her only son, would be different. He would be American. Katherine was five months pregnant with Tobechi when she left Nigeria to attend school in Houston. "Tobe" was born there in 1979.<br />
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Katherine returned to Nigeria when Tobe was still a boy, leaving him with an uncle in Houston. She thought the tight-knit diaspora would look after him. But once Tobe reached his teenage years he started skipping school and getting into trouble. The family shipped him back to Nigeria at age 15 and enrolled him in a boarding school run by the Marist Brothers, a Catholic order known for educational discipline. Onwuhara graduated and enrolled in medical school at Abia State University. He was by all accounts an exceptionally clever, shy boy who spoke infrequently but eloquently. He longed to return to the U.S.<br />
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In 1999, Onwuhara moved back to Texas. He rented an apartment in Dallas and took classes at Brookhaven College. He found a job as a loan officer at Capital One (COF, Fortune 500). He learned how banks worked from the inside, studying documents and procedures. (Capital One declines to discuss Onwuhara.) Then he turned to crime. With the help of a friend who had connections at Discover Financial Services (DFS, Fortune 500), Onwuhara cooked up driver's licenses and credit cards under the names of real customers, according to court documents. He bought electronics at CompUSA. He hit up restaurants and clubs. That was how he met Precious Matthews, a pretty Baylor student majoring in speech communication. Matthews worked as a waitress; Onwuhara was a regular, flirtatious customer. When Precious warned him the establishment was suspicious of his transactions, Onwuhara was smitten. The two started dating and were soon engaged.<br />
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In 2002, Onwuhara was arrested three times in Texas for credit card fraud. The police raided his apartment and found incriminating evidence. Onwuhara had mastered some techniques of identity theft and stolen more than $100,000 with an accomplice, according to a statement he gave to the authorities, but he was still a fledgling criminal making silly mistakes. Chief among them was going into a store or a bank in person to commit fraud. He would learn later to distance himself from a crime and leave few traces of his involvement. But not yet.<br />
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When the heat in Texas got too great, Onwuhara left for Seattle to meet Abel Nnabue, a Nigerian friend known as "Q." On Dec. 12, 2002, the two men drove to a bank in Lynwood, Wash., their wallets packed with fake IDs and unauthorized credit cards. Nnabue waited in their gold Plymouth Neon rental car while Onwuhara entered the bank to try for a $5,000 cash advance. When the bank called the police, Onwuhara bolted outside and into the Neon, just as a cruiser arrived. Nnabue sped away on wet streets, gunning the Neon through stop signs. Two more cop cars joined the chase; Onwuhara threw his wallet out the window. The police cornered the men in the parking lot of a Korean church. Onwuhara fled on foot, and a K-9 unit found him hiding in a pond. In May 2003 he was sentenced to 12 months in prison.<br />
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"I'm deeply and sincerely sorry," he told a federal judge. "You'll never again see me in any kind of trouble with the law or hear anything negative about me from this day forward."<br />
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By the time Onwuhara got out of prison, the housing market was bubbling.<br />
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"He made it thunderstorm."<br />
The Dallas Gentlemen's Club is one of Texas's bawdiest fleshpots, a highway-side warehouse of grinding booty and slack-jawed marks. The club attracts big spenders -- athletes, rap stars -- but Onwuhara made them look like flunkies. When he walked in, the strippers would beeline for him, their cellphones lighting up as they called their off-duty friends: "Get over here! T just showed up!" They knew what to expect -- $650 bottles of Cristal, $2,000 stacks of ones for his entourage, $50,000 in a briefcase he'd empty out. During a single song, he'd drop so much money the girls needed two more songs to scoop all the bills off the floor. He'd repeat this performance several times a week.<br />
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"He didn't just make it rain," one dancer would later tell the authorities. "He made it thunderstorm."<br />
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At the end of the night, Onwuhara liked to idle outside the club in his $300,000 Rolls-Royce Phantom waiting for the girls to exit, according to interviews with FBI investigators. When he saw one he liked, he'd simply point. She was coming back to the W. If women were his weakness, strippers were his vice. But Precious would eventually find out. Still engaged, she and Onwuhara had moved in together.<br />
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The studious, soft-spoken Tobe had disappeared. Onwuhara, now known as "T," was the owner of S.W.A.T. Up Entertainment, a rap label; a deluxe apartment in Dallas and a mansion in Miramar, Fla.; and a diamond chain the size of a tow rope that he wore around his neck. Dangling at the end of the chain was a grinning mini-T clutching sacks of money like a cartoon bank robber, which is what Onwuhara increasingly resembled.<br />
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In hindsight, it seems obvious that a savvy cybercriminal would target HELOCs. From 1998 to 2007, the percentage of homeowners with HELOCs jumped from 10.6% to 18.4%. Credit balances soared. All the information a scammer needed was available online. The trick was cobbling it together. Onwuhara taught himself how.<br />
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Using ListSource, a direct-marketing company, he'd collect mortgage information on married couples with million-dollar homes. They qualified for high HELOCs. He'd find lease or loan papers through public databases and pay sites, then use Photoshop to grab homeowners' signatures off documents. Next, he'd build a profile of the victim by paying for a background search through skip-tracing sites. That would give him birth dates, Social Security numbers, names of relatives, previous addresses, employment histories, and more. To get a mother's maiden name he would use Ancestry.com.<br />
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Profile in hand, he would run a credit check on victims through annualcreditreport.com, a website set up by the big three credit-reporting agencies. Onwuhara had discovered a flaw in the Experian portion of the site, which screened users with a personalized security question and several multiple-choice answers. Users had to click on the correct answer to proceed. But when Onwuhara refreshed his browser, he found that the site replaced certain answers with new ones. Clearly, these were red herrings. Onwuhara knew the correct answer to the security question would appear persistently on screen as he refreshed. Enough refreshing would eventually reveal the true answer and allow Onwuhara to access reports. (A spokesman for Experian says that the company is cooperating with law enforcement authorities and that "since this case we have refined our security protocol.") The reports provided Onwuhara with details about the victim's HELOC. He preferred credit union HELOCs: They were soft targets.<br />
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At this point artistry came into play. Onwuhara used a phone service called SpoofCard to make any number he wanted appear in a caller ID. This was key to his scam. With SpoofCard, Onwuhara could fool financial institutions into thinking his call originated from the victim's phone. Onwuhara knew the system. He knew the questions he'd get. Usually he had the answers, along with account numbers, balances, and passwords. Altering his gravelly voice like a professional actor, he could switch ethnicity, age, and accent on a whim. A customer service rep was easy prey.<br />
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Once in, Onwuhara would wire HELOC money out of the country. Financial institutions faxed wire transfer requests to his e-fax account, which converted faxes to e-mails. After attaching Photoshopped signatures and phony headers, he would send the forms back. The money would be wired to banks in Asia where mules that Onwuhara had recruited would withdraw the money, take a cut, and redeposit the funds into other accounts or with hawalas, informal money brokers who ask few questions.<br />
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Finally, the money would be wired back to the U.S. into accounts Onwuhara controlled. At one point he received a 40-million-euro transfer. He would further launder the money by depositing it in casinos and cashing out in checks days later. He would also buy ultra-expensive luxury cars, drive them for a few months, then ship them to Nigeria, where they would be resold at a steep markup. Onwuhara was clearing about $7 million every two weeks, according to the FBI.<br />
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The mastermind shared few details of the scam, even with his inner circle. Precious Matthews and Paula Gipson knew the most, mainly because Onwuhara couldn't impersonate women on the phone. He needed them to pose as female account holders and had to give them more information. Nnabue gathered mortgage information and loan documents. Ezenwa ("E") Onyedebelu, a promising young student from Dallas whom Onwuhara had tapped as his protégé, laundered money. Henry Obilo, a hulking pre-med student who doubled as Onwuhara's bodyguard, specialized in Bank of America (BAC, Fortune 500) information.<br />
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Onwuhara doled out profits according to a person's role. Callers received more than researchers, and members of the crew competed to work the phones. If they weren't slick enough, Onwuhara bumped them back to online scutwork. All the money, all the information, ran through him. He never stored sensitive data on his computer, keeping it instead on a flash drive he could easily destroy. But no matter the precautions he took to cover his tracks, something was bound to go awry. Sometimes you just hit the wrong man.<br />
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The net tightens<br />
On Dec. 8, 2007, Robert "Duke" Short sat down in front of his PC. It was around 10 a.m., a few hours before Short was to take his wife to their regular weekend lunch near their home in Alexandria, Va. Short wanted to check his accounts at the U.S. Senate Federal Credit Union. A former U.S. Treasury agent, Short arrived in D.C. from South Carolina as the Treasury Department's national chief of investigations. He got into politics and became Strom Thurmond's chief of staff. He spent 30 years on Capitol Hill. He was, in other words, the wrong man to hit.<br />
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That morning, Short couldn't log into his account. His password had been changed, and the credit union was closed. Short called in on Monday. When he accessed his account, he saw that $280,000 was missing, most of it from his high-limit HELOC account.<br />
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"They said this money was transferred to Korea," he recalls. "They said, 'Are you sure you didn't do that?' I said, 'Listen, if that amount of money was transferred to Korea, I would know.'"<br />
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The credit union would protect Short from any losses -- in fact, almost all of Onwuhara's victims eventually had their monetary losses covered by their financial institutions, although they still had to cope with the shock of identity theft and ruined credit ratings.<br />
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Short called the Alexandria police department, the Secret Service, and the FBI. Within days an investigation was underway.<br />
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The investigators' first clue came from the IP addresses used to log in to Short's account. The FBI determined that someone had called the credit union to reset Short's password, sounding like an older white man. The caller claimed that the auto login to his account had vanished after his son had set up a new computer for him. He was convincing. But after the password was reset, the caller logged in to Short's account while still on the phone. The FBI now had a precise IP address to track. It belonged to a Verizon Wireless Internet card registered to a fictitious name and a real address in Miramar, Fla., just a few doors down from Onwuhara's mansion, a fact the FBI would discover later.<br />
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Onwuhara bought wireless Internet service with prepaid debit cards, making him virtually untraceable. But he still had to go to a Verizon (VZ, Fortune 500) store to make purchases. Two deposits had been made to the Verizon account tied to the Short crime. Both occurred in Plano, Texas. When investigators pulled security video from the store, they saw three men at a kiosk. One was wearing an Ed Hardy hoodie covered in rhinestone skulls. Investigators began looking for names.<br />
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They knew their thief had intercepted a call from the credit union to Short to confirm the wire transfer. Onwuhara had duped Short's phone company into remotely forwarding calls to Onwuhara's cell, a tactic he used often. But it backfired when investigators obtained a list of phones to which customers' home numbers were being forwarded. On the list, they found numerous prepaid phone numbers. Calls were being made from these numbers to banks across the country and to 1-800 numbers belonging to SpoofCard. These were the scammers' virtual fingerprints.<br />
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An FBI search warrant produced 1,500 recorded calls connected to the suspicious SpoofCard accounts. (SpoofCard says that it doesn't routinely record calls made over its system, but that callers may opt to do so.) The tapes were a jackpot for investigators. "There were so many different voices," says FBI special agent Hadley Etienne. "They all knew what to say. They all had it down."<br />
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For months investigators listened to the tapes, hoping for a break. "You know how it is when you're reading a good book and you're just reading and reading and reading," says Michael Nail, the lead FBI investigator. "It was like that. I was at home one weekend listening to calls. And this one call came up."<br />
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In it, Onwuhara does a pitch-perfect impersonation of a middle-aged white doctor calling in a prescription to a CVS (CVS, Fortune 500) pharmacy. The prescription was for Valtrex, a herpes medication. The patient was Tobe Onwuhara. At last, investigators had a name. They pulled a Texas DMV photo of Onwuhara. It matched the image of the man in the hoodie from the Verizon video. Their quarry was in reach, but they needed more evidence.<br />
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In April 2008, agents detained Onwuhara, Nnabue, Matthews, and Obilo at J.F.K. International Airport in New York. The group was flying home after a vacation in Nigeria. They had stayed at the Ritz in London during their stopover. Onwuhara had even brought his diamond chain. Investigators told the scammers they were being stopped as part of a routine travel check. Their real purpose was to confirm the voices and nicknames they'd heard on the tapes and the phone numbers used in the calls. Now they would begin to monitor Onwuhara's phone and station cars in the street outside his Miramar mansion to conduct surveillance.<br />
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The crew starts to unravel<br />
If the airport stop rattled Onwuhara, he didn't show it. He still ate fish and rice at Pappadeaux's in Dallas. He still threw parties at the chic Ghost Bar on the roof of the W. But nerves were fraying within his crew, according to Paula Gipson. Nnabue complained about his pay. Gipson agonized over her crimes yet justified them by saying she was only hurting the banks. Matthews spiraled into a depression. She enjoyed the finer things Onwuhara provided her -- shopping sprees at high-end stores, weekends in the best hotels, a house with a new pool -- but their relationship had grown combustible. She and Onwuhara fought. After one argument he stormed through the Miramar house and smashed the screens of the plasma TVs.<br />
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It was around this time that Onwuhara grew suspicious that law enforcement might be on to him. FBI agents had placed both a pen register and a trap-and-trace device on his phone, which let them record all outgoing and incoming numbers. Onwuhara somehow found out. When he called Cingular/AT&T (T, Fortune 500), his cellphone carrier, the company "accidentally" revealed the name and number of the FBI technician tracking him, according to an FBI affidavit in support of a criminal complaint. But people who know Onwuhara don't think it was an accident.<br />
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"He has a way of getting people to tell him everything," Gipson says.<br />
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On July 30, 2008, he destroyed his cell and switched to another phone the FBI wasn't monitoring. The FBI didn't know where he'd gone. Was he making an escape? Emergency arrest warrants were obtained. Two days later, on a perfect South Florida night, the agents watching Onwuhara's house noticed a commotion. Matthews ran outside, followed by a familiar-looking man. Matthews sped away in her Acura. The man followed in a black BMW X6 registered to Onwuhara. The agents gave chase as the cars rocketed down the highway at more than 100 mph.<br />
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"I got some calls," Nail says. "They were like, 'Hey, they're speeding. Should we stop them now?'"<br />
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Nail consulted Etienne and the assistant U.S. attorney on the case. They decided to make the arrest. The agents on the ground followed the speeding cars to the Hard Rock Casino in Fort Lauderdale. The Acura and the BMW screeched to a halt at the curb in front of the casino. The drivers rushed inside, where local police detained them. The man from the BMW wasn't Onwuhara but rather his protégé, Ezenwa Onyedebelu. In the seconds before the FBI arrived with handcuffs to make the arrest, Matthews whipped out her cellphone and fired off a text: "Leave now. They got us."<br />
Somewhere inside the Hard Rock, maybe at one of his beloved craps tables, one of the greatest cyberscammers in history looked up from his phone, calmly headed for a back door, and hailed a cab. Then he melted into the night. He hasn't been seen since.<br />
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Floating between worlds<br />
"I was taught by my dad not to be a follower," Onwuhara once said.<br />
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He is following his own treacherous path now, one that few have charted. A most-wanted fugitive, he has a $25,000 bounty on his head. Almost all of Onwuhara's co-conspirators were indicted and pleaded guilty. Precious Matthews was sentenced to 51 months in prison. Daniel "Orji" Orjinta got 42 months. Abel Nnabue had his sentence reduced to 27 months after cooperating with prosecutors. Paula Gipson and Ezenwa Onyedebelu helped prosecutors and had their sentences reduced to 15 months and 14 months, respectively. Only Henry Obilo pleaded not guilty. He was sentenced to 88 months in prison.<br />
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As for Onwuhara, the FBI claims to have no clue where he is. One accomplice swears he's still in America. Maybe he's floating between worlds in cyberspace, probing for new cracks in new systems. "The boy is an enigma," says one of his sisters. "What can I tell you?"<br />
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By Luke O'Brien - CNN. <br />
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SMH...Nenny U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765386657069558275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649808887618313558.post-89940340721285385942011-01-21T00:20:00.000-08:002011-01-21T00:20:37.181-08:00FOOLISHNESS AT ITS BEST! LOLHey guys<br />
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What y'all think?...Nenny U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765386657069558275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649808887618313558.post-16964136971305523562011-01-04T01:54:00.000-08:002011-01-04T01:55:13.787-08:00Family Fab: Cute Pic of Adaeze Igwe Yobo and Son<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.nigeriafilms.com/image.aspx?img=Y29udGVudC9jb250ZW50L0FkYS15b2JvLmpwZ3w3ODA=" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.nigeriafilms.com/image.aspx?img=Y29udGVudC9jb250ZW50L0FkYS15b2JvLmpwZ3w3ODA=" width="318" /></a> </div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I just had to post this cute picture of Mrs. Yobo (wife of Naija soccer star Joseph Yobo) with her little boy Joey. adorable mummy and son time. Adaeze recently spoke on her struggles on shedding the baby weight and the changes that her body have experienced since giving birth. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">*sidenote* I hope that is not a braid I see on baby boys head :/ </div></div><br />
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I'm sorry I have been away, but a girl gar to take a break considering it was Christmas lol. Hope you all have a wonderful and blessed holiday. Well I have another one of our shocking relationship stories that we all can learn from...<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">This is the employment of rituals as a cover up for Yahoo business. Those involved in the Yahoo Plus business now girlfriends, relations and even family members for rituals in their bid to get quick money. One of the most recent occurrences is the story of a 21 years old undergraduate who miraculously survived this ritual ordeal from her boyfriend. And when she overcame this, she was so full of excitement as she went as far as giving the testimony in church .Even though the circumstances that lead her into this situation was against the biblical junction of resisting fornication from the opposite sex, that did not however stop her from sharing her testimony because she could have been dead if not for God.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">And Vera is just few of those that were lucky to have survived to recount their ordeal. Several girls have not been that lucky.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">Why the Yahoo Plus thing is such a big deal now is the extent to which this young guys go to make money. It involves performing various rituals, including sleeping in a cemetery and bathing in a flowing river to give them more control over whoever their victim is, and getting their victims hypnotized. Once this is successfully done, the victim is guaranteed of a regular flow of money.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">Interestingly, prior to this using of girlfriends, the victim of the Yahoo Plus boys were internet victims. Some of them have small tortoise they keep under their feet whenever, they are chatting on their laptop with a potential victim. Others also bear incision on their finger tips and has a charm-filled animal horn prepared by the numerous fetish priests they visit. So any time, they used picture of a female to deceive these men, they are easily hypnotized and fall for their tactics.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">But their style of operation has since changed and most of these Yahoo boys are now into rituals with most of their close relatives, spouses and girlfriends, at high risk of falling victims.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"> </span></b><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">Story: NFC, Bola Akinboade</span></span>Nenny U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765386657069558275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649808887618313558.post-37704858273565716132010-12-27T01:00:00.000-08:002010-12-27T01:00:20.686-08:00Genevieve confirms she gets her freak on with Dbanj?!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyxmQ2b9yK-n7B0Nz-E5FDrGRxGxounwuxO4iZmZbbQRYx4-7TNC8XPnQN7A50HwTYeXo5eR8ec4BFiHz1ymA1PL06nYLuZ6on9cyMDOXegIahh27vap2-3t952f1U9SmyoTjhvMsaVGSK/s1600/DBanj-Genevieve.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="423" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyxmQ2b9yK-n7B0Nz-E5FDrGRxGxounwuxO4iZmZbbQRYx4-7TNC8XPnQN7A50HwTYeXo5eR8ec4BFiHz1ymA1PL06nYLuZ6on9cyMDOXegIahh27vap2-3t952f1U9SmyoTjhvMsaVGSK/s640/DBanj-Genevieve.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 14.4px;">What do you like in man, and I mean that in terms of his physique, Tejubaby Face asked the beautiful actress on his show that aired last night.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 14.4px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 14.4px;">Genny said she doesn't care what a man looks like, all that matters to her is his heart. "I like a man with a very good heart". she said.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 14.4px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 14.4px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 14.4px;">So Tejubabyface brings out a picture of her and D'Banj and asked "Is there any truth in this?"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 14.4px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 14.4px;">"He has a very very good heart" Genevieve replied, blushing.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 14.4px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 14.4px;">"Alright, there you have it folks, case closed." Teju said</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 14.4px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Source:NFC</span></span>Nenny U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765386657069558275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649808887618313558.post-17023234331475650582010-12-23T00:44:00.000-08:002010-12-23T01:02:14.590-08:00"LOVE LIKE A WOMAN, THINK LIKE A MAN- GET WHAT'S YOURS"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoIVyptGr5y-P_VfleRWeDJWr0liKsGfAfopPF0Xwr3UgBidxc0I8ptJbjat_fyPfKj7EW9YZ0zM7v2TCNGIPiDFbeMnSM5LEIFBWrPpzyA9UhGJTtFqeJCcb_fMRuSgygQbYI5EcExMMg/s1600/relationship.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoIVyptGr5y-P_VfleRWeDJWr0liKsGfAfopPF0Xwr3UgBidxc0I8ptJbjat_fyPfKj7EW9YZ0zM7v2TCNGIPiDFbeMnSM5LEIFBWrPpzyA9UhGJTtFqeJCcb_fMRuSgygQbYI5EcExMMg/s640/relationship.jpg" width="640" /></b></a></div><b><br />
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This is for my ladies,<br />
y'all know I always publish things that I am sure we can all learn from be it fashion, news or relationships...so today I have some new tips to share with my fabulous ladies.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">The difference between men and women when it comes to dating is that most men consider a date simply that: a date. Most likely if he’s dating you with no explicitly stated commitment, he’s dating other women as well.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;">Stop thinking of 'marriage' as soon as you meet a guy, just relax and have fun like you would with a friend. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;">2) DON'T OVER ANALYZE</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">Don't over analyze over every text message or conversation you guys share. Just go with the flow. Stop thinking!</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">3) DON'T WORRY ABOUT POTENTIAL</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">Don't start thinking about his financial status or his family background once you meet him. Get to know him first, you might see so many things that you like about his personality eg sense of humor, romantic type etc...</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">4) DON'T GIVE TOO MUCH TOO SOON</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">Giving too much could come in form of 'sex' or 'domestic favors'. Don't start acting like a wifey without strong commitment. Don't give him too much of yourself.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">5) DON'T EXPOSE TOO MUCH TOO SOON</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">Avoid deep conversations, such as your past relationships or why you have been searching for a husband since you graduated from college. Save some for later...</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">6)KNOW WHEN TO LET GO</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">If you are starting to see signs or traits that you cannot handle, maybe its time to peace out and move on. Ladies need to know when its no longer working because guys are very skilled in this department.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small; line-height: 19px;"><b>source-MADAME NOIRE</b></span></span>Nenny U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765386657069558275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649808887618313558.post-12234112969201076902010-12-22T01:04:00.000-08:002010-12-22T01:21:59.904-08:00"I came out of Prison a new Person"-Ibinabo Fiberesima<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL0a9FHOmkNCBpNknYyVQfPooSnkjTFrZDJmoruNRpFgS_iHeXG6-3zUArSWOj0wwB05edo8hMrqJwMhgui-sZ1QE612WTh3fvA8jBX1SISsTYmMre9KBbL5P2NrxKg6Y2wLu8h451UtBf/s1600/Ibinabo-Fiberesima.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL0a9FHOmkNCBpNknYyVQfPooSnkjTFrZDJmoruNRpFgS_iHeXG6-3zUArSWOj0wwB05edo8hMrqJwMhgui-sZ1QE612WTh3fvA8jBX1SISsTYmMre9KBbL5P2NrxKg6Y2wLu8h451UtBf/s640/Ibinabo-Fiberesima.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">As she relived memories of her sad past, tears rolled down her cheeks. Intermittently, she would pulse, gaze into the space and then continue. Right inside her room at the Le-Meridian Hotel, Port-Harcourt, Ibinabo Fiberesima for the first time since her release from prison last year went down the memory lane, explaining the circumstances that led to her Kirikiri journey; the pain, the anguish and the trauma that she went through.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">Ibinabo’s prison note…</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><b>AFTER YOUR HORRIBLE PRISON EXPERIENCE, HOW IS LIFE TREATING YOU?</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">Life has been nice to me. I’m a more relaxed person now than before and I’m at peace with myself and you can notice it.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><b>WHAT WOULD YOU SAY IS THE LESSON THAT YOUR RECENT EXPERIENCE TAUGHT YOU? </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">Life has taught me to be more careful; to look before I leap. In the past, I used to take a lot of things for granted, but now, I’m calmer. I also pray a lot these days.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><b>DO YOU SEE YOURSELF AS A TESTIMONY OF GOD'S MERCY?</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">Yes, I’m a defined testimony of God’s mercy. The accident, the trial and the trauma I had to pass through, and finally my release from prison is worthy of a testimony.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">I actually don’t remember the accident anymore and it’s amazing. I never believed I could get over the trauma.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">While it lasted, I locked myself up in the darkness of my little world for several days without food. It was close to hell.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">But I must tell you; the depression, the trauma and the pain were unbearable. I came out of Kirikiri prison, feeling dejected, and abandoned. People no longer wanted me around them any more . But like I said earlier, it’s a different world today.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">In prison, the inmates showed me a lot of love, care and sympathy. They also gave me hope and the confidence to live. I was also treated as family in that peaceful environment</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">Surprisingly and in spite of my incarceration, I’m still celebrated and recognised as a celebrity in the country.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><b>WHAT WENT THROUGH YOUR MIND THE MOMENT YOU WERE USHERED INTO PRISON? </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">First, when I was ushered into the Black Maria, after the court verdict, I went into a shock. I cried out for help, but nobody heard my cry .</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">And when the Black Maria moved from the court to pick other inmates in other courts, it dawn on me that the game was up.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">When we got to a particular court, I refused to climb down from the Black Maria.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">There, a woman joined me with a child. I was dumfounded. As I summoned up courage to ask what she was doing with a child in a Black Maria, she said to me; “I don’t have anywhere to keep her, hence I’m going to prison with her.” I felt bad.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">Eventually, that same baby was soon to become everybody’s baby in prison .</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">More drama was soon to unfold as the Black Maria approached the prison gate. I passed out.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">I couldn’t believe it. That I, Ibinabo was going to make the prison my new home.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">For three days, I was in a shock. And when I recovered, I started receiving inmates who called to sympathise with me.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">Soon, life returned to normal and my interaction with other inmates became cordial. Life in the prison could be compared to life in a female hostel in high school.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">And since I was a boarder in high school, I was quick to adjusted to the environment.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">But what hurts most was knowing that some inmates had spent between five and seven years on awaiting trial. All of these will be contained in my prison notes which will be published soon.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><b>HOW DID I MEET CHRIST, YOU MAY WANT TO ASK ME?</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">In prison, there was a particular pastor that got me to reflect on what brought me to Kirikiri. I thought of so many things including how I begged the family of the man I knocked down. I also thought of my relationship with God and wondered if l was on a good stand with Him.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">I wondered if that may have been responsible for my woes. As I pondered over these things, I got connected to my creator.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">At that moment, he told me “this is the path you are going to follow from today if you must find peace in life”.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><b>WHILE THE TRIAL LASTED, YOU WERE ALWAYS COVERING YOUR FACE . WAS IT DONE AS A RESULT OF SHAME? </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">Yes. It wasn’t a picture I would want to see when I’m out of the prison. If I had allowed my frustration to be captured through the lens of the press guys, it would remain in my memory forever.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><b>HOW DID THE WARDERS TREAT YOU?</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">The warders were nice to me. I was amazed at the way the warders treated me .</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><b>IS IT TRUE THAT YOU WERE DRUNK WHEN THE ACCIDENT HAPPENED?</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">I was not drunk. I was going to pick up a friend’s daughter at school on Victoria Island. She’d gone to the saloon to make her hair. I was on my way home when she pleaded with me to stop over and pick up her daughter and another lady.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">As the lady was not properly dressed, I was counseling her when a group of four guys in a red-car, smoking at random, for no reason trailed and tried to overtake our vehicle.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">Sensing danger, I increased my speed, but the guys double theirs.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">While trying to avoid hitting their car, I swerved to the other lane and unfortunately collided with two cars on motion. That’s exactly what happened.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">When the accident happened, I passed out. And when I woke up, I found myself in the hospital.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">As I speak with you, I am yet to set my eyes on that car. I don’t know where they kept the car. And each time I read stories concerning the accident I always feel very bad.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><b>DURING THE TRIAL DID YOU AT ANY POINT FEEL ABANDONED BY FRIENDS OR RELATIONS? </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">Abandoned by my friends yes, but by family members, no. They stood by me, while the trial lasted.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">A year before the accident in 2005, I had relocated to Port Harcourt. I was in Lagos for a meeting with management of the African Independent Televison (AIT) regarding my annual Miss Earth beauty pageant. They were to partner with my organisation for that year’s edition.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">Since the incident happened, I have learnt how not to trust anybody anymore. I put my trust now in the Lord. And this is better explained in the new song I recorded. The music captures my story.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">Emotionally, I have been drained and to some extent humiliated, even in public.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">I recall a particular situation, where I was called a murderer at a friend’s wedding by a certain lady.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">I had stopped to greet a friend when she asked my friend “is that not the murderer”.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">I was furious as I confronted her, demanding that she differentiate between manslaughter by accident and murder.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">But she later apologised to me, blaming her action on what she read in the national dailies about the accident.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">I wasn’t happy that I was involved in that accident and I have said it over and over again that I’m deeply sorry that it ever happened. I don’t know how else to atone for the accident. (The tears started rolling down her cheeks).</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">I started begging my victim’s family from the very day, the accident happened. My family attended the funeral rites, service of songs and I even attended the 40 days prayer when I was strong enough to move about. I met with the mother and the wife of the deceased. There’s virtually nothing I didn’t do to plead with the deceased’s family to let me off the hook. I’m still pleading with them as I speak with you right now.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;">WERE YOU EXPECTING THE COURT VERDICT ON THE DAY IT CAME?</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">I wasn’t. The moment they pronounced the verdict “guilty” I passed out. I didn’t need to hear the rest. I was finished because I had only N5000 in my bag.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">While I was trying to mobilise my family members to see how they would raise the N100,000,00 option to jail, a woman I had never met in my life walked up to me to say she’d paid the money on my behalf and handed me the receipt. She urged me to go home and take care of myself. Unknown to Nigerians, I was pregnant when the verdict was reached.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">A week after I was released on bail, I traveled abroad to have my baby.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">I had complication during delivery and since I was alone over there , I returned home so that my mum could assist me in taking care of the new born baby.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">It was indeed when I returned to the country that I started hearing stories that I ran away.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">It was also during the period that my lawyer called to tell me that the Lagos State Government had appealed against the N100,000,00 option of fine. Confused, I went back to beg the family again to let me be. But they told me they had no hand in the appeal. That was how I entered for the second trial.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><b>YOU HAVE NOT BEEN ACTING FOR SOME YEARS NOW? </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">No. I stopped acting because I didn’t know what was right or wrong anymore. Feeling that the family lost a loved one, I figured that if they kept seeing me on screen, it could raise emotions. So I said let me stay off the screen, for a while for my peace of mind.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">The media didn’t help matters too as they kept writing false stories about me. I withdrew from public and social functions.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">They kept the attack, reporting stories that I was throwing parties here and there. In fact, most of those reports helped to complicate my situation. People started seeing me as a bitch who did not show an iota of remorse for what happened.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">My medical doctor father with whom I lived with, was in pain because of a late colleague, his daughter was on trial.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">During the period I lost interest in my businesses. I contracted another company to run my business interests. Nevertheless, I am back into acting and as we speak, I’m on many set.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">I’m not reckless at all. I’m a proper lady. I can act to be that person you see on screen, but I’ m not that person in real life.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">Yes, I wouldn’t say I was wild, rather I was a carefree person. And before now, a lot of things did not matter to me. But today, I have given birth to children so I need to be a role model. It hurts me when people write careless things about me in the press. My children read too.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">No, I have not been married. My first son’s father died. We lost him and my second child’s father could not stay with me. Something happened along the line and we couldn’t be together.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">When the media came after me, my guy thought I was the one giving out our personal information to them. I tried to explain things but he wouldn’t listen. So we went our separate ways.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">Thereafter, I met my heartthrob, Fred Amata and again the press got involved. Fred was my friend first of all, before he became the father of my baby.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">The press started writing that the mother never liked me, even as I speak with you, Fred’s mother and I are the best of friends. I talk with her almost every day.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">I was accused of breaking Fred’s marriage. I met Fred, four years after he was separated from his wife. So how could I have caused his marriage to crash. If Fred decides to make peace with his wife, I wish them well. I have a relationship with Fred, he’s my baby’s father. I respect and love him. That does not take away the fact that I’m still single and searching. I want to marry and have a complete family. I know God will grant me my heart’s desire because I live a Christ- like life now. That’s all that is missing me, I want to be addressed as Mrs Ibinabo, I really want to settle down.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">You know because of me, my parents stopped reading Nigerian newspapers. My Dad particularly would prefer to listen to the news on television and radio, because of the negative stories they carry about me.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">After I prison, I decided to extend help to the less privileged. I ‘m trying to register my Ibinabo Foundation. But before this time, I have been working with a group of lawyers, who are assisting me to help some inmates regain their freedom especially those who are on waiting trial.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">At the moment, we have freed two inmates. Of the two, one spent eight years in prison while on awaiting trail. She was 17 years when she was incarcerated. Right now, we are trying to see how we can rehabilitate her so could move on with her life.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">The second person, spent four years on awaiting trial. She has been discharged. There are other inmates we are trying to see how they can regain their freedom again. We visited the prison in Port Harcourt, to share my story with the inmates and also to tell them to hold on to the Lord.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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I know it's been such a long time we posted some juicy relationship gists, sorry about that. For this post we have a story sent to us by one of readers (who is not the subject of the story by the way). It is always shocking to read or hear some of these stories and so we are forced to share this one with you...<br />
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"...Before I met my fiancée or his family I was never involved in same-sex relations, as a matter of fact Deji-my fiancée is the third man I ever made love to. So it is clear that I am not a promiscuous sort of person at all. Myself and my boyfriend have been dating for close to 3years now and we plan on getting married next summer.<br />
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I met Deji's mother and father about 3months before we got engaged, and both his parents were very welcoming and were quick to embrace me. His mother told me to call her mummy and that if I needed anything that I could always come to her for help and advice.<br />
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Over the time, I got very close and comfortable with Deji's mother. I was always in their house cooking and cleaning for them and sometimes I even slept over, I was already a part of the family. A few moths ago I went to visit my mother-in-law to be, like I normally do every weekend, when I got to the house she welcome me as usual but on that day she was much more friendly...holding my waist and calling me 'my wife' and kissing me on my cheek. She invited me to her room to talk about the wedding plan (that wasn't unusual because I had been to her room several times in the past). But things seemed strange when I got into the room, she had her TV on and she was watching a lesbian porn movie.<br />
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I was so shocked and believed she didn't want me to see it and so I turned it off, I tried to hide the surprise I felt. When we finally sat down to talk, she asked me if I had ever watched a blue movie and I said no (I was lying), she then turned on the TV again to show the same movie.<br />
she told me to watch it with her, and I agreed feeling very uncomfortable. As we watched the movie, I felt her touching me slightly all over my body.<br />
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When I tried to resist, she insisted that it was OK and I would enjoy it and that no one would ever know. That day was the start of a different relationship with my Fiancé's mother. We are now constantly having sex and its easier because my Deji likes that we are really close and we are always together. No one suspects a thing even though I visit and stay over all the time. I can't stop because I am so addicted to it and my mother-in-law says if we stop she will make sure her son does not marry m I just hope that no one ever finds out"<br />
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hmmm this is a whole different level of mother-in-law acceptance. The sins that people have committed in this world ehhh...we need prayers!Nenny U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765386657069558275noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649808887618313558.post-35150778485501364332010-12-14T04:17:00.000-08:002010-12-14T05:19:00.819-08:00FOOLISHNESS: Rapper Ikechukwu fights in Club!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwpCQGyVmEzIuLJxHZG2V5byKQ5lSTW0BXDgAUoO04ZB5uq5IrO8jOHPRc3uOMTJgFuPtY4S4j0Lq4GGluFq03D6hRUevoXBpMElpQFRwu1u0XtgeN4hWzG9amVwZWm3RicdGgT8lAI6Ej/s1600/ikechu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwpCQGyVmEzIuLJxHZG2V5byKQ5lSTW0BXDgAUoO04ZB5uq5IrO8jOHPRc3uOMTJgFuPtY4S4j0Lq4GGluFq03D6hRUevoXBpMElpQFRwu1u0XtgeN4hWzG9amVwZWm3RicdGgT8lAI6Ej/s400/ikechu.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">"My goodness, I witnessed this with my own eyes...and what a sight it was. After the MAMAs last night, a few friends and I decided to end the night at Rehab Club on Ajose Adeogun and well, a few minutes after we got there...the fight with Ikechukwu and a bouncer ensued. They wouldn't let him through the gates and he flipped. (They let Naeto C and Sauce Kid in a few minutes before Ikechukwu arrived). It looked like it was deliberate...!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">Ikechukwu's such a nice fellow but when he gets angry...wow! During the fight, he took his shirt off, his very expensive sun glasses fell (btw, I have the pic of the guy who took Ikechukwu's glasses incase anyone wants it back...:-)). The bouncer he fought with bled through the nose...I hear Killz has a black belt...or maybe the bouncer didn't really want to fight him back?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">If u party at rehab pls don't talk to me. That club is dead to me. A bouncer put his hands on me for what ????? FUCK REHAB aNd all its fucking people</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">"I stOpped going to rehab cos not only does the club just suck as far as space is concerned but it always has one funny smell. Then I just can't stand the people running the club. Feel among dey vex them. If I no gree be ur friend no be by force na. Ah jo oo"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">Just wanna apologize to my fans for bringing myself so low yesterday. This is not the kind of character I portray or expect anyone else to. People will always test u. Show strength with restraint. God bless" - </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; font-size: 12px;">Story: NigeriaFilms.Com</span><br />
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Ok guys I just saw this commercial of Genevieve where she is promoting-MUD. It's actually a <br />
nice commercial, better than most we have on air. In it, she talked about why MUD is the best product for her...because it can transform her into a glamorous movie star. Well just watch it to understand why she is a spokesperson for MUD Cosmetics... *please don't laugh*<br />
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This is the spanking new video from Bank W and MI...nice song, good video! I'm just not sure how the video relates to the song but that's just my opinion. You be the judge...<br />
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TV Presenter and Naija 'IT' girl is gracing the cover of WOW magazine's latest issue donning a black dress with mesh details complete with a chunky colorful necklace. In her interview, which is one of many now (girl loves her publicity rounds), miss Edewor talks about her upcoming projects which includes the opening of her bar/restaurant. Eku talked about her days as an aspiring model and she narrated her experience as a former contestant on Britain's next top model . she goes on to talk about her love for fashion...<br />
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Nice...Nenny U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765386657069558275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649808887618313558.post-63640427535817760932010-11-25T02:10:00.000-08:002010-11-25T02:18:00.985-08:00RED CARPET FAB: Sound City Music Video Awards<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>The SMVAs took place over the weekend and it was a spectacle not to be missed, as mega stars from all around the continent were in Lagos to experience the uber fabulousness that ensued. You know that we at mynyf always want to know who came out looking glam and who left their house without taking a look at the mirror. Scroll down to view a few of the celebrities who marched the red carpet...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chika and Adaora Oleh looking gorgeous. Great skin!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Da Bling...no comment on the Nicki Minaj bootleg outfit.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ayo Adesanya</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">hmmm Uche, it looks like your weight is creeping back up o...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ugonna Omeruo, risky outfit but she pulled it off. Love the makeup</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Zizi Cardow. not really feeling this choice of clothing.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">say what you wanna say, but Omo Sexy is working it!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Arafe Ufonga and Seluwa Moma</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Current MBGN Fiona Amora Amuzie looking radiant</td></tr>
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</div><div>The guys did not dissapoint as they graced the carpet looking like they just raided Kanye West's closet...not sure if that's a good or bad thing. You decide...<br />
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Looks like fun times were had...other attendees were Banky W (who won an award), 2Face (nabbed 2 awards), Genevieve, MoCheddah, Sasha, PSquare (2 awards), Dbanj, Rita Dominic and many more Nollywood personalities... Congrats to all the winners and nominees. I hear it was a good show.</div>Nenny U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765386657069558275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649808887618313558.post-5502065297813986472010-11-22T07:07:00.000-08:002010-11-22T07:07:39.169-08:00"HE CHEATED AND SO WHAT!?!?!"<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Hello Fabulous ones, just wanted to share with you a little dairy excerpt from a friend written in first person...<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0BlH08DCFtTCGh6bKDnQEpVXR8D4HR-B3U13F9NaVPC9Kx7I1ksTLKARVAHx2U8DpdkSLdwgzWdhXzZ41fuApjD6_nlDFl6t0RPCrlPbEWlw6D3f05qgkrZcEkn94E33c1yhu52O0_t-y/s1600/couple-fight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="614" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0BlH08DCFtTCGh6bKDnQEpVXR8D4HR-B3U13F9NaVPC9Kx7I1ksTLKARVAHx2U8DpdkSLdwgzWdhXzZ41fuApjD6_nlDFl6t0RPCrlPbEWlw6D3f05qgkrZcEkn94E33c1yhu52O0_t-y/s640/couple-fight.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;">OK so I and my girlfriend were having a discussion about love and marriage, and she goes on to say that she does not believe in love. It was only fair for me to ask her in return...how she intended to settle down with a man if she did not believe in love.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Her response was quite startling...” I’ll marry for friendship, companionship and understanding” </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Ok while i believe that all these things she listed are highly important and crucial in a relationship, I also believe that the person one chooses to settle with must offer something more...e.g ‘Love’</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>BUT WHAT IS THE DEFINITION OF LOVE?</b> To be honest, I always tell people who care to listen to me ramble, that there is no ideal definition for love. The white man has <b>created the make-belief nonsense-whereby love is perfect </b>and knows no wrong and sees no flaws and would never hurt you. As far as I’m concerned that a good load of crap and complete rubbish.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When did we start to think that the person who loves us will not see our flaws...<b>do u honestly believe that the guy that loves us so dearly won’t notice when you get fat and have a few skin crisis? </b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>Do you honestly believe that he loves you so much that he would never see an attractive woman and admit to himself that yes she is indeed attractive? </b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>Do you have that crazy presumption that he will still love you every single second when you piss him off and pick a fight with him?</b> All these questions go for the guys as well not just my ladies.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Call me old fashioned but Love is not perfect and it will never be perfect, so face it! the sooner the better. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">GUYS ARE THE WEAKER SEX</b> and that’s been proven over time. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><b>A guy is more likely to have sex outside his own personal relationship than a woman would.</b> They are more likely to be tempted and fall so yea, I guess it’s safe to say...’men are weak’. But that does not mean we should not give them a chance and show them love and care.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">I will never accept the statement that says...<b>"If he loves me, then he will not look at other women. He will see only me and no one else”, If you are one of those women who have this naive ideology on relationship, you need to wake up and smell the bacon cause you are on a trip. </b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">I am not saying that it’s OK for a guy to cheat, because believe me it’s wrong and painful but I don’t believe that when a man cheats means he does not love you. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ok let me even use another example...For goodness sakes we commit sinful acts against God or when we disobey our parents or upset siblings... does it mean you don’t love them? Of course not!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know a guy, he’s married with children with a gorgeous wife whom he adores</b>. Let me tell you, <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">HE CHEATS ON HER</b> (unfortunately but inevitable) but his thefirst person that would take a gun for his wife. He does not believe that there is any other woman that could have been his partner or a better mother for his children. He is even open to anyone who cares to listen that he loves his wife and no other woman can come close. To him that is love, he does not see any other person worthy of being his wife even though he cheats. Men are just weak animals but they are the best actors when it comes to appearing tough and in control. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">So maybe that’s his own way of loving. Look at Hollywood and the rate of divorce in that industry alone, not to think of the whole country, it’s because they have have acquired a fairytale like definition of that word ‘love’ and when they are not getting it, they run out of the relationship searching for what they might never find.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>So please lets not say love does not exist, because it does. Maybe the definition you have is ‘out of this world’. You love God and yet you don’t live your life in perfect accordance with the Bible. You love your parents and yet you disobey them so many times and fight them. </b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">So please maybe we should check ourselves and realise that no one is perfect. At the same time, if your partner is not treating you right and yet he still cheats...Abeg! jump out of that kind nonsense relationship. LOL</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Please feel free to drop your opinions in the comment box...</div>Nenny U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765386657069558275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649808887618313558.post-60975604649650361602010-11-15T03:13:00.000-08:002010-11-15T03:13:49.795-08:00"I AM SLEEPING WITH MY SISTER'S HUSBAND"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAyss6IZEmAxLlBX1-Vfs8Y4R-f0v4b0ugb0aSJNbE4AowQtCoQcjhgzfU4ds-QjVTrMZxNgF1SvfLrclHQqIMlJRUbJJ8pygBXIT02RXRasvxeCLQRiw2KGsulozrQZAM-LhfY0gkz8F_/s1600/coupleinbed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAyss6IZEmAxLlBX1-Vfs8Y4R-f0v4b0ugb0aSJNbE4AowQtCoQcjhgzfU4ds-QjVTrMZxNgF1SvfLrclHQqIMlJRUbJJ8pygBXIT02RXRasvxeCLQRiw2KGsulozrQZAM-LhfY0gkz8F_/s640/coupleinbed.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
Good morning folks,<br />
Its that time again when we deliver your weekly relationship stories that we get from our loyal NYF readers. I have been getting a lot of emails from you all and I appreciate the support, thanks! This week I bring to you another story that I believe we all can relate to because lets face it, we have all heard of the 'best friend from hell' and this situation is not different. Read on for deets...<br />
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Dear NYF,<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">I<b> have had a 3month relationship with my sister’s husband</b> and I think I might be in love with him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The relationship started when my sister travelled abroad to have her first baby. I was the one taking care of Henry (my sister’s husband) when his wife was absent for so many months. My little sister (Val) asked me to make sure that her husband was well taken care of in terms of cooking for him and making sure the house and everything else was organised. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>While she was gone,</b> I was the one supervising the house chores because I <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>don’t leave too far from them, so every day before and after work, I would visit the house to bring food for him and make sure all was well. </div><div class="MsoNormal">One night after I had prepared dinner for him, Henry asked me to keep him company while he watched the soccer games. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I decided to stay because over time we had become such good friends and I was comfortable around him. I was never attracted to him because I knew he was married to my sister, he was like a brother to me.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">But on that faithful night, we got talking for hours about many things including his marriage to Val, and he told me that Val’s pregnancy was so hard on her because she was cranky all the time and refused to allow him touch her. <b>Suddenly Henry jumped on me and started professing his love for me</b>, telling me he wanted me so bad and that I would have made a better wife than Val. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">One thing led to another and we were having sex on the couch, I felt so bad but I could not resist his pleas, he was like a helpless man begging for attention that he wasn’t getting from his wife. I know I am wrong but I felt he needed love and care. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>His wife is still abroad and I have almost moved into the house </b>under the guise that I am cooking and cleaning for him. I and Henry now have sex constantly every night, sometimes he stays over at my place . <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My parents don’t suspect anything because they believe I am only helping him out in the absence of my sister. But if they knew the truth I would die!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>I am in love with Henry and he says he loves me too but he is married to my baby sister</b>. I don’t know what to do because I don’t want to lose my sister who is my best friend or my Henry who I love so dearly. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Please what should I do...</div><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Hmm I have no comment. This is a bit funny and silly...your opinions...</div>Nenny U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765386657069558275noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649808887618313558.post-40667622227590937462010-11-10T07:01:00.000-08:002010-11-10T07:01:52.505-08:00HOT SPOTS: SUYA n MEAT LOVERS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIMWAnMduitL4lyyGiNfcUbVv5msDvO-9Tz4_Y5Tk_U5o508F1YMSimCdlUiQmKSs_BHVcS2Y-_efMm_6XbPfDJeeoiNTGcjineuQLx9AD9PgcGQ8vZ9JPcz_bTtQyfR93KyNxP6weUzAB/s1600/suya2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="435" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIMWAnMduitL4lyyGiNfcUbVv5msDvO-9Tz4_Y5Tk_U5o508F1YMSimCdlUiQmKSs_BHVcS2Y-_efMm_6XbPfDJeeoiNTGcjineuQLx9AD9PgcGQ8vZ9JPcz_bTtQyfR93KyNxP6weUzAB/s640/suya2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
It's that time again when I tell y'all where to go for the best dishes...and this time is no different.<br />
A couple of my friends were arguing on where to get the best suya in town and believe me, we could not come to a conclusion because there is quite a long list of places to go for great tasting suya.<br />
So for all my meat lovers scroll down to get details on where next to go when your craving everyone's best snack.<br />
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<b>Glover Court (Ikoyi):</b> As long as you stay on the island, I advice you to visit this place, they make the best chicken suya and the price is actually decent.<br />
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<b>Polo Club Suya (Ikoyi)</b>: I have only had this suya twice and everyday I still think of the yummy-ness that ensued when their beef suya met my mouth *licking lips*. All I can say is...if you ever get the chance to try their suya, do NOT hesitate.<br />
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<b>University of Suya (Ikeja):</b> The name pretty much says it all, they have some of the best suya chefs in Naija and can create an assortment of suya from beef, chicken gizzard and shaki. They have it all. Try it!<br />
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<b>Bims (Ajah):</b> I have never actually tried their suya but I have received great reviews from friends, it doesn't hurt to try it.<br />
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All this talk of food just got me hungry...*ordering for suya now* lolNenny U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765386657069558275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649808887618313558.post-50461579998768954982010-11-10T00:46:00.000-08:002010-11-10T00:46:58.126-08:00NEW MUSIC: D'PRINCE ft D'BANJ 'Give It To Me'Hello fabulous Folks,<br />
Here's the brand new video from D'Prince and D'banj, for those of you who might not be in the know, D'Prince is actually younger brother to Mo'Hits Chairman Don Jazzy. The Mo'hit crew is really becoming a family business venture. Click to watch...<br />
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What do y'all think...Nenny U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765386657069558275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649808887618313558.post-36778300311703143772010-10-30T03:57:00.000-07:002010-10-30T03:58:36.924-07:00"I AM ENGAGED TO 2 WOMEN, WHO HAVE NO IDEA I LIVE A FAKE LIFE"Happy Saturday fabulous folks,<br />
I woke up this morning and the first thing that came to mind was what to feed y'all (my dedicated readers) to get your day going. I also wanted to post something that might help educate young girls on the reality of the dating scene in Nigeria especially Lagos and even around the world. So I decided to post this story which I had in my mail box for a few days now. I must say that this is a sad story but lets face it, its the reality of our world. So scroll down and read and please learn from this ladies...<br />
As usual, we have decided to not disclose the real name of the writer for protection and privacy reasons.<br />
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<b>"Hi NYF</b>,<br />
I am not really writing for advice, or because I feel so bad at what I have done. I am writing because I want ladies out there to understand that men do what they do because of them. I am currently engaged to two women who I have no intention of actually marrying, I have met both their families so they assume that I am very serious and I am not sure if I really care.<br />
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To be honest I don't see myself settling down anytime soon, but getting engaged is one of the easiest ways to sleep with as much girls as possible. When I tell girls that I am looking for a wife, they tend to become more vulnerable which makes it easier for me to sleep with them.<br />
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I don't have a good paying job, but I drive 2 nice cars, a Range Rover and a Mercedes G-wagon both of which belong to my uncle who is abroad most of the time. These girls look at my car and think I am a BIG BOY.<br />
I got engaged to Jenny first before Amaka, and I know they are with me because they like the money they think I have. I tell girls that I am into Oil and Gas and in Lagos that's one of the best jobs to tell any girl that your into.<br />
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My cars alone helps me to deceive so many girls who are after money, most of the time these girls are the ones giving me gifts (money and all sorts) to show that they really care.<br />
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Jenny and Amaka have both been to my house (which I am not paying for) in VGC, they have both slept over just like many other girls who I have been engaged to in the past before. I feel sorry for Amaka because she is a sweet girl from a rich and God fearing home but she's a very fine girl and lying was the only way to get to her.<br />
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So the truth is this, the fact that I am engaged to 2 women who have no idea I am living a fake life does not bother me, because to be honest, I have been engaged several times before and I always come up with reasons why the wedding will not hold and I move on to the next. Girls are stupid and selfish and they want the most impossible things.<br />
Me I am having so much fun and I am living the life of a Lagos Big Boy."- Tony.<br />
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WOW WOW WOW!!! This has got to be the most unbelievable ish I've read in a while. Oh well there you have it ladies...mind who you trust. All that glitters definitely aint gold or diamond.Nenny U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765386657069558275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649808887618313558.post-75013186317008510212010-10-27T01:37:00.000-07:002010-10-27T01:37:39.405-07:00HOT SPOTS: THE ICE-CREAM EDITION.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgboSWiJYQtx1OVHEDO48GDlg5JjbNQ4bVpYQXl2Iw1ScMnbiV5DNh5v885AqQMCUtmrOoIdh1xIztKzsIkLrYwYO6CzfN6DOBXb3x7ILowEB4TukvHD5n8uUpZ1R077bQXEQXlgWlpZF70/s1600/icecream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgboSWiJYQtx1OVHEDO48GDlg5JjbNQ4bVpYQXl2Iw1ScMnbiV5DNh5v885AqQMCUtmrOoIdh1xIztKzsIkLrYwYO6CzfN6DOBXb3x7ILowEB4TukvHD5n8uUpZ1R077bQXEQXlgWlpZF70/s640/icecream.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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We have just added a new section to our blog for all you fashionistas who enjoy a good meal or snack once in a while, I mean what's life without good food? lol...In our first entry, we will be giving you ideas of places to go for the best ice-cream in town. Trust me I have such a sweet tooth and I'm always looking for the best places to go to satisfy my cravings and here are a few places...<br />
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<b>HATLAB</b>-Opposite Zain Office Adetokunbo Ademola Str. They have a great variety of options, trust me you won't be dissapointed.<br />
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<b>GRAND SQUARE</b>-I like this place because there are so many options everyday and they are constantly changing. The price is decent as well.<br />
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<b>ICECREAM FACTORY</b>-VI, This spot is new but its worth going to, I am addicted to their flavors which are all home made. And when you're there, make sure you try their waffles its beyond words, I'm already salivating thinking about it!!!<br />
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<b>CHOCOLATE ROYALE VI</b>: this is an old place and I am sure most of you have been there, but make sure you try out their cookies and doughnut, they're to die for.. YUM!! I like going here sometimes because they also give the option of low-fat ice-cream flavors which is always a great way to cheat. *wink wink*<br />
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<b>COOL CAFE Etim Inyang</b>: Another joint where you can get some really nice icecream, its always a good idea to try different places and I would suggest Cool Cafe anytime.<br />
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*If you have any more ideas on where we can go to for the best icecream in town, please feel free to drop a comment!Nenny U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765386657069558275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649808887618313558.post-35330779281802827492010-10-22T03:38:00.000-07:002010-10-22T03:38:51.479-07:00Event Fab: Flicks from Ini Edo's Movie Premiere<span id="goog_428738612"></span><span id="goog_428738613"></span><br />
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The Nollywood crowd came in droves to help celebrate with fellow actress turned producer, Ini Edo, as she premiered her latest movie 'Memories of My Heart' in front of her family, friends, fans and colleagues. It was a colourful and glamorous event as our fellow NYF folks came out in their fashion gears looking all sorts of fab and as usual we had some people that brought the foolery as well....read on for more deets.<br />
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Hostess and star of the night Ini, looked the part in a floor length yellow gown that had revealed some skin at the back. She was simply gorgeous with little accessories and light fresh makeup. She completed her look with black strapped heels.Chick was on her A-game.</div><div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Segun Arinze and Desmond Elliot posed for pics</td></tr>
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</div><span id="goog_153247390"></span><span id="goog_153247391"></span></div>Nenny U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765386657069558275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649808887618313558.post-24080128134376550002010-10-17T12:21:00.000-07:002010-10-17T13:06:15.901-07:00UTI NWACHUKWU OF NIGERIA EMERGES AS BIG BROTHER WINNER!!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBzD8eC_tHdZu4Dcrq4r0W_ZF7xZ4LVMC-9F2nd0lSpK-c6HcvcaPa5hPFFxEKK8QgpE3FkJ9-1rsT8spnVM31DGFLanbRui2aflpqg7O8pXayr7kZyS_13TSqm0JEWfwoqrrEf17B0IHB/s1600/uti3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="463" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBzD8eC_tHdZu4Dcrq4r0W_ZF7xZ4LVMC-9F2nd0lSpK-c6HcvcaPa5hPFFxEKK8QgpE3FkJ9-1rsT8spnVM31DGFLanbRui2aflpqg7O8pXayr7kZyS_13TSqm0JEWfwoqrrEf17B0IHB/s640/uti3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
I must say that I am very proud of my fellow Naija people, we came together and made history...WE VOTED A NIGERIAN AS BIG BROTHER WINNER TWICE IN A ROW!!!!!<br />
Lol at Munya's reaction when he heard Uti called as the winner, dude had his hands on his head like WTF and started crying like a little baby. Munya as far as I'm concerned was a bit too proud and convinced that he was the winner and he got a hard bite of reality tonight. A big congratulations to Uti who is now $200,000 richer!!! can't wait to see you back in the homeland. Uti celebrated his victory with a song of the Nigeria's national anthem and a few of his signature moves. Hopefully he puts his money to good use and makes his music and acting dreams a realization. Guy is hilarious. The best and most entertaining man won indeed!Nenny U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765386657069558275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1649808887618313558.post-65401948517632467832010-10-12T08:36:00.000-07:002010-10-12T08:36:16.210-07:00LOVE DIARY: 16 TRUTHS ABOUT MEN!!!This is for the ladies!<br />
I have asked our guys to tell us things that they would want women to know and understand about them....so here goes!<br />
For you ladies who think we have a clue how to handle our men and keep a relationship, I'm sure after going through this list you will find that we've been living behind different walls. Here's a list of things that men want us to know about them. Sometimes we really die to know what our man is thinking and for years we have not even come close. We still want to believe that men think and act like we do, but the truth is they are a whole different species. Scroll down to acquire new spanking knowledge...<br />
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1) I don't have to remind my woman 'I love her', I already told you once.<br />
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2) To be honest I will do anything for sex, even if it means committing to you.<br />
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3) When you're upset with me, I tend to look at other women more often.<br />
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4) I expect you to be ready when I come pick you up.<br />
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5) Cigarettes make any woman look cheap and easy.<br />
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6) If you do something hurtful, and I don't bring it up, I'm considering leaving you.<br />
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7) I am not a woman, and I cannot read your mind.<br />
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8) Don't tell me what to do when I didn't ask for your help.<br />
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9) If you sleep over, I might eventually marry you, but I am less motivated.<br />
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10) Being respected is more important than being loved.<br />
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11) I want everyman to envy me, when your next to me. So please don't get FAT.<br />
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12) I don't always know how I feel, that's why I don't tell you.<br />
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13) I never want to hear about your ex-boyfriend. regardless of the point.<br />
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14) Don't ask me 'are you going to wear that' when I'm already dressed.<br />
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15) A gentleman, MUST Always be respected by his woman in public, no matter what.<br />
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16) If you cheat on me, I will NEVER forgive you.Nenny U.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03765386657069558275noreply@blogger.com4