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Pregnant 19 year old model killed by train during a photo shoot in Texas

This photo of Fredzania Thompson was taken moments before the incident in Navasota, Texas.Local police report that Fredzania, who was pregnant at the time, stepped out of the way of one train and was then hit by another. It was her first ever photoshoot, her mother told local newspaper, The Eagle."That's definitely what she wanted to do," Hakamie Stevenson said about her daughter's ambition.

Face of the week goes to beautiful Empress MC Brown

This beautiful Ghana born actress caught my attention with her soft make up yet pretty. No matter the challenges each one of us passed through we all achieved one thing or the other. Have a weekend as beautiful as Empress.

Court reprimands NAFDAC over Coca Cola

Recently the famous brand Coca cola have been facing challenges trying to get back the trust of their consumers. Coca cola is one of the most consumed drinks in Nigeria. And it caused most Nigerians great fear when it was said the product was unsafe. It was recently stated by health managements that ascorbic acid popularly known as vitamin c can not be taken with any of NBC products because it might be cancerous and possibly lead to death.  To read more follow link https://www.thisdaylive.com/index.php/2017/03/14/court-scolds-nafdac-over-nbc-products/

Mercy Johnson gets appointed senior special assistant SSA to the governor of Kogi state

Very talented actress Mercy Johnson could not hold back her gratitude as she thanked her fans , family and people of Kogi state after she got appointed as the senior special assistant to the governor on entertainment, arts and culture. To see more click linkhttps://www.instagram.com/p/BRp3dXRDrAC/

Do I have the fear of success? FIND OUT!!!

Laura always hoped for an opportunity like
this. She knows her work and management skills qualify her for the job – and she knows that it would likely lead to a promotion, or at least to some much-deserved recognition.However, by the time Friday arrives, she's created a list of reasons not to head the project. And by the end of the day, she still hasn't talked to her boss.

Does this situation sound familiar?Fear of success is actually quite common, and it can cause us to lose out on a lot of opportunities in life. When we're too afraid to take risks and move forward on our goals – either consciously or unconsciously – we get stuck in one place, neither moving forward nor backward.In this article, we'll examine the fear of success: what it is, how to know if you have it, and what you can do to overcome it.

Fear of Success: Psychologist Matina Horner first diagnosed the fear of success in the early 1970s. Her findings, especially as they related to fear of success in women at that time, were incredibly controversial. Since then, however, most scientists and psychologists agree that fear of success exists for both men and women.Fear of success is similar to fear of failure They have many of the same symptoms, and both fears hold you back from achieving your dreams and goals.

Signs of Fear of Success: The biggest problem for many people is that their fear of success is largely unconscious. They just don't realize that they've been holding themselves back from doing something great.

If you experience the following thoughts or fears, you might have a fear of success on some level:

• You feel guilty about any success you have, no matter how small, because your friends, family, or co-workers haven't had the same success.
• You don't tell others about your accomplishments.
• You avoid or procrastinate  on big projects, especially projects that could lead to recognition.
• You frequently compromise  your own goals or agenda to avoid conflict in a group, or even conflict within your family.
• You self-sabotage  your work or dreams by convincing yourself that you're not good enough to achieve them.
• You feel, subconsciously, that you don't deserve to enjoy success in your life.
• You believe that if you do achieve success, you won't be able to sustain it. Eventually you'll fail, and end up back in a worse place than where you started. So you think, "why bother?" To read more click https://www.mindtools.com/pages/article/fear-of-success.htm 

What is my need but what do I want?

When it comes to owning or acquiring certain things, people would often use the terms ‘want’ and ‘need’ interchangeably. In many cases, the manner in which people would use these two terms can lead one to perceive that these two have similar meanings, if not mean absolutely just the same thing. But actually, these two economic terminologies are very different from each other.
It is very advisable for one to be able to distinguish between their wants and needs in life. Most people find it difficult saving because they acquire properties and luxurious life styles they do not need at the moment. Most times these people reach a cross road, where they find it difficult providing their basic needs. I did my own little research to differentiate between these two conflicting words.

A need is generally referred to, in economics, as something that is extremely necessary for a person to survive. Note: extremely necessary. If a need is not met, it would lead to the onset of disease, the inability to function effectively and efficiently in society, and even death. Needs are categorized into two groups. There are the objective or physical needs, and the subjective needs. Objective needs are those that are met through tangible things, or things that could be measured. Examples of these include food, water, shelter and even air. On the other hand, subjective needs are those that are often seen to ensure our mental health. Examples of these are self-esteem, a sense of security and approval. A political professor, named Ian Gough, enumerated eleven distinct needs that must be met by each and every human being in order to function well in society, and to survive. The inability of meeting these needs can lead to a person suffering from illness (either physically or mentally), or even death.
On the other hand, a want is something that a person desires, either immediately or in the future. Unlike needs, wants are those that differ from one person to another. For example, one person may want to own a car, while another may want to travel to an exotic country. Each person has his or her own list of wants, each with a varying level of importance. Furthermore, wants can change over a period of time. This is in contrast to needs, which remain constant throughout the lifetime of the person. As adults, it is very necessary to know your needs and weigh your costs.

Angelina Jolie looking Beautiful as she goes shopping with her Kids in all white

Just about a month of her split with Brad Pitt, the maleficent star Angelina Jolie hasn't talked about the split. But she termed the break up 'difficult'. The 41 year old was seen with her adorable kids as they visited water stones store in London.

Stunning actress Chioma Akpotha releases new pictures to celebrate her birthday

Chioma Akpotha turns a year older today and she gives thanks to God for his mercies upon her life. Click the link and see what she has to say.
https://www.instagram.com/p/BRiq7V-DXFJ/

Mega super star Korede Bello set to release Debut Album called Belloved

Korede Bello, Nigerian mega superstar set to release debut album named 'Belloved' on Saturday 11th of march 2017. The star did not fail to thank his fans who have supported him for 4years. He emphasized on the quality of the songs to be released in this album and how hard he has worked to make each track a masterpiece.

Mark Zuckerberg expects baby girl number 2

The CEO of the social media Facebook Mark Zuckerberg, announced to the world the good news of his expectation of a new baby girl. As quoted by him on his Facebook page 'we can't wait to welcome our new little one and do our best to raise another strong woman' it simply means his wife Priscillia Chan and him are very much excited.

Fashion: Dress of the Day

I caught my breath after i came across this photo of Zynell Lydia. Looking like a goddess.

Kemen's Family denies any public claims of charging BBnaija to court

Just after a day the Akwaibom born and bred housemate left the game, it was rumored by most bloggers and social pages that his family intended to sue Big brother Naija for unlawful judgement and defamation of character towards Kemen. His family represented by Mmenim Ekerette decided to clear the air by telling Nigerians that they had no such intention and had not met with anyone to carry out such act. They further portrayed their regrets towards the disqualification of their son. They begged Nigerians to give them a bit of privacy in this trying time. Well hope Nigerians do just that.

True story of assualt.. HELP!!

Hello readers, so many times the case of abuse have been ignored or overlooked by both the public and parents. This is a story of a grown woman who recalls the humiliation she faced. As you read, you would see reasons to listen to your children or wards. Most times they hide certain things because they feel you won't protect them. But it is the work of the adults around to protect these little ones and show love.

By the time she was 12, Rachael*, now 44, had been sexually abused repeatedly by two men. But when she tried to tell her parents, they didn’t believe her. Here she tells her shocking story.

I'm the youngest of four children and I was always ‘Daddy’s special girl’. There’s a six-year gap between me and my brother Robert, who is number three, so I really was the baby. My late father was a sergeant in the RAF. He was a drinker who didn’t contribute to the housekeeping, a very angry man who beat me for misdemeanours such as wandering outside my designated play area, and he regularly hit my mum. But I loved him in spite of everything. When he wasn’t around, I used to pine for him. He was the only one who ever bought me sweets. Dad could be very caring and loving, but he was unpredictable.

I felt isolated and lonely as a child. My eldest sister was meant to look after me when Mum was working, but she often went out and left me alone. One morning, I went for a walk and got lost. My sisters found me and brought me home and, knowing Dad would beat me, they dressed me up in lots of thick knickers and trousers so I wouldn’t feel the blows. I was only five. Sometimes I had to stay off school because of the bruises.

I was six when it happened for the first time. I’d gone out on my sister’s bike – she was meant to be watching me as Mum was at work. As I cycled around strange streets, I heard the sound of puppies yelping coming from a house by a big green. I stopped in the hope that I’d catch a glimpse of them, and as I went over to the fence I saw these little black balls of fluff in the front garden, and then a man appeared and asked me if I’d like to see them. I said yes. I’d never seen him before but he asked me where my dad was. His message was clear: ‘I know you.’ He said I couldn’t tell anyone I’d been inside his house, and then he started tickling and touching me. Eventually he took me upstairs and lay on top of me.

‘I’ve tried to block the abuse out of my head, but with the Jimmy Savile revelations it has all come flooding back’

I was so frightened because I couldn’t breathe. Afterwards he kept saying, ‘Don’t tell anyone – it’s only fun.’ Then he cuddled me and said, ‘We’re friends now,’ and I promised to go back to see the puppies. I didn’t understand what had happened. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t tell anyone because I’d have been beaten for straying from my boundary.

My parents split up when I was seven. Mum moved in with a friend and Dad with his new girlfriend Jean, who later became my stepmother. I loathed her, but I wanted to be with Dad, so Mum agreed and Dad was given custody of me while my two sisters and my brother went to live with Mum. Dad had retired from the RAF by this time, having won a lot of bravery medals for his work as a fireman. We had a social worker who used to visit us – every ‘broken home’ had one in those days – and Jean was sweetness and light when they came, but utterly vile to me normally. She and Dad argued constantly. She told him regularly that he didn’t discipline me enough, so I’d get a beating just to appease her. I ran away more and more, sometimes to Mum’s, but I’d always get taken back. I became naughty at school because it was the only place I could express the burning anger inside me. I didn’t do any of my schoolwork, which I now regret because I was bright and a quick learner. Dad and Jean drank a lot and we all went to the British Legion club every night in the Midlands town where we lived. I made a friend called Diane who was a year older than me and was also from a broken home.

A close friend of Dad’s who came to the club on Saturdays started walking home with us, and he used to put his arm round my waist when we were going up the hill. I was ten, skinny and not confident. He was about 40 and smelled of beer and cigarettes. Over the weeks, his hands gradually moved to my bottom, but it was so subtle, such a slow process, that by the time I realised what was happening I felt awkward and couldn’t complain, even though I knew it wasn’t right. I remember he came to the swings where we played, calling us his ‘favourite girls’. He touched our bottoms and Diane laughed. Diane kept saying, ‘Come on Rachael, it’s funny,’ but I didn’t think it was funny. Things progressed from there. He encouraged us to sit on his lap in the billiard room at the club, one girl on each knee, and his touching became more and more intimate. As Dad’s close friend he was well protected and I think he knew we’d never tell. He had such power and I was very scared of him. There were usually others in the room, and whenever I got up to move away from him my knickers twanged where he’d had his hand inside them, and it sounded so loud I remember thinking, ‘Everyone heard that,’ but no one ever said anything. Dad was too busy drinking at the bar or arguing with Jean to notice where I was. This man asked me to wears skirts, and I begged Mum to buy me jeans to protect myself, but I couldn’t explain why I needed them so I never got any. I hated it, but I didn’t know how to make it stop. I used to run away and once slept on a slide in a playground. Another time the police found me wandering alone on a motorway.


She told me not to tell lies about Dad’s friends, and then told Dad. He got very angry, so I never told anyone again. The abuse by Dad’s friend at the Legion got worse. I was never raped, but I was seriously sexually assaulted, and he kept saying, ‘One day you’ll be mine.’ When I was almost 13, I convinced Dad I was an adult so I wouldn’t have to go to the Legion any more. On the odd occasion when I was forced to go, I said ‘no’ to this man and he stopped, but he’d got away with it for three years. I was so traumatised, I wet the bed until I was 18. The awful thing about sexual abuse is that victims feel it is their fault. You ask, ‘Why me? I must have done something to encourage it, because it’s not happening to other girls.’

I know, rationally, that none of it was my fault, but another voice inside me still says, ‘You should never have gone to that house to see the puppies,’ and, ‘You shouldn’t have sat on his lap,’ and, ‘How did you allow that to happen?’ There is a lot of shame and stigma attached to sexual abuse, so I’ve never told anyone, apart from Mum a few years ago. She cried and said sending me to live with Dad was the biggest regret of her life. I haven’t told my two children. I don’t want anyone’s pity. I’ve been married twice, but I find it very hard to trust men. I am very needy and my self-esteem is low. I’m not good at opening up and confiding in people, and I know I try far too hard to please, not just men but at work and with friends.

I wish I could be stronger, different. I still feel dirty after all these years. I’ve tried to block the abuse out of my head, but with the Jimmy Savile revelations it has all come flooding back. I keep thinking about the thousands of young girls who are still being abused and who never speak out. And the ones who tried to tell people in authority what was happening but, like me, weren’t believed. I feel sick now that I allowed my abusers to get away with what they did. A large part of why I didn’t tell a teacher or someone else in authority was that I was from such a chaotic background and always wanted everyone to think I was from a normal, loving family.

I received little love as a child, and that’s a hard thing to acknowledge. It made it very easy for my abusers to move in on me. If someone says something vaguely critical, I take it to heart. I have never, ever felt safe or secure, and never felt needed by anyone apart from my children.

The sad and unfortunate truth, which I hate with all my heart to acknowledge, is that I felt needed by my second abuser. He gave me the attention I craved. His motives were abhorrent, but I didn’t know that at first and by the time I did, I was trapped. This is how sexual abuse happens.

BBnaija News: Kemen gets disqualified for inappropriate conduct towards Tboss

It was a shock to both the housemates apart from Tboss  to hear the disqualification of Kemen. This happened because he broke a house rule which stated no sexual practice without the other party's consent. Your fans will miss you but definitely not Tboss's fans.To see video click link https://www.instagram.com/p/BRRD4p-hN-b/

BBNaija news: Drama queen Uriel gets evicted

The beautiful music star and also known as the drama queen of big brothers diary room was evicted yesterday. Its a shame because no one could replace those acts. To see more stories of this gorgeous lady follow her instagram page @urielmusicstar.

Finding Love in a wedding.

For some reasons I hated weddings, I wasn't a fashion lover, I could put on a t_shirt and a jean and i'm good to go. A lot of my friends mistook me for a bloke( a woman who behaved like a man). For the love of God I  enjoyed my comfort. I couldn't walk on heels and I bloody loved my snickers. At 23 I was pretty and hell curvy. My mum formed the habit of walking behind me any time we went to shop in the open market. I could hear around me whistles and teases and of course my mum throwing insults at the market boys. In my room, my cousin sat in front of me with a look in her eyes that read "if you mess up my wedding party I would kill you". Bibi, I playfully called her as I kissed her cheeks. Can't I just dress normally? I asked trying hard to look cute. You can't dress like that to my wedding, thank goodness I came around today. What if you were part of my bridal train? This time she looked concerned. Suzanne you would never get a husband if you keep acting like a man. She said as she picked up her bag ready to leave. You could come this evening to my place to pick up some really nice dresses and I would teach you how to walk on heels.  I accepted and thanked her but I knew I was only doing this because it was her wedding and it was happening the next day.  How the hell was I going to learn walking on heels in less than a day.  Bibi taught me and I learnt though it wasn't easy keeping the leg straight. The next day was the day and I was really excited for some reason, I dressed early and drove mum and dad to the catholic church where the wedding mass was to take place. On reaching the church I saw a lot of ladies who were by far bigger than me in age, class and money and then I realized what my cousin meant by me not getting a husband dressed casually. I let my parents find their sits and I found somewhere comfy at the back. I was already dozing when I felt a nudge at my shoulder. I woke with a start and realised I was even drooling and I hoped I wasn't also talking. I turned and asked the man beside me "was I talking in my sleep?" and all he did was smile. So embarrassing. After they had exchanged their vows  the mass was over and I was nothing but glad. Let's go party the man beside me said. I wasn't sure he was talking to me but then I realized it was just the two of us on that row. My name is Kehinde and yours? And all I could say was " my parents should be waiting for me" and then the next place I saw Kehinde was at the reception. Kehinde was a pretty good dancer and he didn't take his eyes off me for as long as  5minutes. As I watched I found out Kehinde was a friend of the groom. He wasn't really handsome but his body physique was to die for. I tried not to look at him but I couldn't help it and I think he noticed because he kept throwing smiles at me. I must confess i'm not too outspoken i'm a bit shy so I caught my self blushing through out the exchange of glance session. You are so pretty he said as he took a sit beside me. I smiled hoping I wasnt blushing. You didn't tell me your name he said now passing me a glass of red wine. My name is Suzanne and you? I pretended to have forgotten looking at his face if he was hurt. We talked some more and was impressed with what he said about himself. Though Kehinde isn't the  first guy i have    fallen in love  with, I hope he would be the last. I am 25 now and hoping he would pop that question someday. I love him and he doesnt stop telling me of how much he blesses the day we met at my cousins wedding.

See what Bally Big brother naija housemate has to say about Gifty who was evicted some time ago.

For those who are fans of the popular TV program Big brother naija,  it would do you some good to hear what this house mate Bally has to say about the once infamous Gifty. Click link to see video https://www.instagram.com/p/BRJen65BQhN/

The woman she has to be

I felt my heart beat fast as the woman I called mum told me the story of my life. I still couldn’t believe it. I wasn’t even part of the family. My mind drifted, going back to the times I felt aunt tricia was being unfare to me, when she said ‘blood was thicker than water’ after I threatened to report her unfairness to my mum. I wondered if the reason my mum refused purchasing my graduation gown in Lagos was because I wasn’t her daughter. All these thought tugged at me and I felt like the world should just start all over again. You see, mum was someone that I admired not just because of the fact that everyone else did but because she was a go getter. She had been strong in places where every other woman her age would have collapsed. “Amaka”.. I heard my uncle call my name as I came back to reality. Looking at him I could see a bit of understanding in his eyes. Mum looked dissapointed “why is she crying?” She asked my uncle. The room suddenly felt so small and I needed air. Yes I needed to breath in air and exale all the pains, hurt and dissapointments at once. I rushed out of the room to the sitting room where I saw my uncles children staring at me. I wondered if they knew I was adopted, I wondered if they saw me as one of them. Christy looked up at me and asked ” are you okay? I blinked back tears before they could role out of my now sore eyes. ‘Yes’ I replied in a shaky voice. It wasn’t always that easy for me, always had one story or the other to tell. When you grow up all by yourself and suddenly realize you have a world to either fit into or just make a difference. I chose ‘make a difference’ I was never going to be the spectator , I was going to be a goddamn player, yes a player.

My Boss and I

When I started my job as an account executive in advertising sales, I was 23 and had been living in Benin city for a year. I'd also broken up with my boyfriend of six years two months earlier, and I hadn't been on a date since.
On the first day, my boss,Philipp (not his real name), came up to me to say hi while I was setting up my desk. I was immediately struck by how much cuter he was in person than via Skype. Mr Phillip was 31, tall, light skinned, and handsome. I would have been blind not to have noticed how attractive he was, but I told myself he was off-limits since he was my boss. I secretly hoped he wasn't married.
During our conversation, Phillip told me that the two of us would be going to a "get to know each other" Lunch soon. i wasn't taken by surprise because i was employed as his PA so i assumed he would want to know more about who he would be working with. He picked out one of the best Chinese restaurant and i couldn't help but notice that it looked like a perfect date. He ordered a bottle of wine for us the moment we sat.
We started chatting about our industry and my new job, and then, toward the end of the bottle, we got onto the subject of how our friends from the small towns we grew up in got married at a young age—and how neither of us saw our lives going that way. He said, "Yeah, some of my friends got married so they could have sex," Phillip said.

I was taken aback, so I changed the subject.

Shortly afterward, phillip said, "So, uh, should we order a second bottle?" He seemed to know he was suggesting something a little taboo because he said it quietly out of the side of his mouth. Even though two bottles of wine at a work meeting seemed aggressive to me, I agreed because I didn't want to turn down my boss, and I was really enjoying the first intimate conversation I'd had with a guy since breaking up with my boyfriend. Right after we ordered the next bottle, he got up to go to the bathroom, and I realized that I was pretty tipsy.

This was in the broad day remember. I wondered how I would cope at work for the remaining hours of the day.

As we worked on the second bottle, we started talking about what dating was like for me and I told him that I had recently broken up with my boyfriend. Then he casually mentioned that he had a girlfriend, and I thought, "Of course he has a girlfriend."
I never believed I would ever have such conversations with my boss. I wondered if he also flirted with other females who worked for him but at this point I didn't care....

may be if there was a larger age gap between the two of us, it would have felt weird to be drinking so much and getting so personal—but since he's only 8 years older than me, the line between boss and friend became blurry very quickly.

When I got home after work that evening, I told my roommates that I felt like I had just had a great first date—with my boss. Maybe it was the wine or the personal conversation, but I could feel a connection between us. And then I remembered that he had a girlfriend.

During my first weeks on the job, Phillip and I talked via instant message and on the phone about his brother getting married, my mum traveling to Abuja to see my sister who had a baby, I saw my self discussing intimate topics and enjoyed his company. Though we didn't text on the weekends or even follow each other on social media, our relationship was instantly friendly.
About a month after I'd started my job, the company sent me to Lagos for a week to help Phillip entertain Our new clients at various dinners and happy hours; it was going to be a lot of socializing and drinking. Before I left, my roommate said, "You know you can't hook up with him." And I responded with, "Duh! I know that!" But deep in my heart, I just wanted nothing more than that.

When I arrived at the Lagos office, I got off the elevator and walked into Phillips's office. He gave me a hug, and I was a little nervous. It felt like seeing someone I had gone on a date with again. He and I started setting up my desk, and within two minutes of our hug, he said, "Yeah, my girlfriend and I broke up." At this point I felt a thump in my heart, thrill in my stomach and I said I was sorry to hear that and that breakups are tough.

We had a client event planned for my first night in Lagos. But a couple of hours before we were supposed to meet them, Phillip suggested we head to the bar early to hang out before they got there. I didn't understand why he wanted to go so early, but of course I was up for spending more time with him. When we got to the inner bar he'd chosen for the upcoming meetings, it was dim and cozy. The waitress came over to us, and he ordered cocktails for us both—despite the fact that we normally wait for clients to arrive to order drinks.

After one drink, he asked me if I still talked to my ex-boyfriend. I said I didn't. Then he said his last girlfriend turned out to be kind of clingy and he wanted someone who was more independent but also  fun. We talked more about relationships and what qualities we liked in the opposite sex. But when the clients joined us, we got back to business.

After they left, Phillip closed out the tab, turned to me, and asked if I wanted to go to a blues bar. I happen to love blues music and thought, "Another thing we have in common!" When we got there, he went to the bar, got us drinks, and sat down next to me at a big banquet table. He teased me for not ever taken cocktails before now, and I teased him for being from Edo and loving beer. We sat on the same side of the table, our knees almost touching, and we faced each other. Then he took my hand and asked me to dance. I didn't hesitate at all. While we were dancing, he pulled me closer and said, "This might be inappropriate, but I want to go home with you." I didn't feel like, "Oh, my boss thinks I'm hot." In that moment, I lost track of the fact that he was my superior.

I knew in the back of my head that maybe this wasn’t a good idea, but we were clearly attracted to each other, so I just went with my gut. I said, "That is inappropriate, but yes." And we went back to my hotel room.

That was the first time that I had slept with anyone since breaking up with my boyfriend, and the sex was really good—even better than it had been with my ex at the end of our relationship, when sleeping together kind of felt like a chore. In fact, sleeping with Phillip felt so great that I stopped worrying about whether I was making a mistake—at least for a little while.

The next morning, we woke up, and Phillip tried to cuddle with me. That's when I thought, "Why are we doing this?" It felt too intimate, and I was concerned about how a relationship might affect our work. So while in bed, we had a conversation about how we wanted to keep things professional in the office. We both agreed not to make it awkward. In my mind, it was a one-time thing, despite the fact that I kind of liked him.
A few days later, we had back-to-back client meetings during the day. Nothing was awkward between us, but the whole time I kept thinking about how we had another client event that night. I was looking forward to it because, deep down, I hoped to spend more out-of-office time with Phillip. Also, I knew we would end up hooking up because we'd had so much fun the first time; there was no reason why it wouldn't happen again. It felt like the beginning of a new relationship, when you just want to spend as much time together as you can.

That night, we took the clients to dinner, then a bar. After we said goodbye to them, Phillip asked if I wanted another drink, so we got another round. Although I don't remember what we said, I do remember that Phillip scooted his chair closer to mine, and we tried each other's drinks. While we were talking, he brushed his hand against my leg. I leaned in closer, and he put his arm around my chair. After I don't know how much time, the bartender said, "We're doing last call." Phillip said, "Let's get out of here." We linked arms, walked out the door, and jumped in a cab. He gave his address to the driver.

Surprisingly, seeing Phillip's apartment wasn't that weird. I felt like I was seeing my friend's place; his roommate was there and everything. When I woke up the next morning, I thought, "That was really dumb, but this was the last time."

Looking back, I see that I kept making the same decision and regretting it, but it kept happening because I just really liked spending time with Phillip. When we were together, we would get so caught up in talking that we would lose all sense of boundaries. Hooking up with your boss sounds bad on paper, but there was an electricity between us that I couldn't deny.

When I got back to Benin city, I told my roommate, "Oh, my gosh, I did it. I slept with my boss." She said that she wasn't that surprised because of how I'd talked about him leading into my trip to Lagos.

At work, there was no flirtation, texting, or even talk about what had happened back in Lagos. I liked being able to put it out of my mind like it had never happened; it made it easier to forget that I felt something for Phillip. But he still was my boss.

About six months after my first trip to Lagos, I went back for more meetings and a work holiday party with 800 clients and other people in the ad sales industry. After the party, I went with a group of clients to another bar, not realizing that more people from the party would be there.

That's when I ran into Phillip for the first time that night. We caught up on all the clients and industry people we'd chatted with up until that point, and he introduced me to more clients from Lagos and Ibadan. As people started leaving, a few of us stayed to dance. My boss and I started inching closer to each other on the dance floor, and at one point he grabbed my hand and twirled me. Then, he said, "My house is actually right down the block." I said, "I'll come over!" I had completely given up on my ability to say no to him.

When I woke up at 9:30 the next morning, I was in a serious panic because Phillip's boss had called both of our phones while we were asleep. We were supposed to be in the office to take a group of clients out to lunch. Plus, later that night, I had a flight to catch back to Benin city. Somehow, even though we were both hungover, we pulled ourselves together and made it to our appointment. Afterward, Phillip said, "You should push back your flight so we can go out together tonight."
I felt too sick to get on the plane, but I didn't want him to think that it was okay for us to keep hanging out outside of work, so I didn't tell him I was taking a later flight. But he must have found out somehow because that night he texted me and said, "Hey, I'm playing darts at the bar—do you want to come play?" I said, "I'm really tired and don't want to go out tonight, but thanks." And he replied, "are you scared?.
I was a little worried that Phillip would be upset because I turned him down and then take it out on me at work. Luckily, he acted again as if nothing had happened in Lagos. A week after my trip, he ended up coming to Benin office for another company holiday party.

Although we didn't talk much at the party, Phillip sought me out to tell me that large group of people from work were going to another bar to get drinks. Even though we were with about 20 people, Phillip ordered me a drink and chatted with me about work. A little bit later, he told me that a smaller group was going to another bar and asked me to come. As our coworkers started to go home one by one, he became more touchy-feely and started grabbing my waist. He began teasing me for not coming out in Lagos i was embarrassed and felt like a whore, a piece of trash but somehow I ended up on his lap. Then, after all of our coworkers had left, we started making out at the bar but I didn't feel happy.

I assumed that we would hook up again, though we never had in Benin  before. When it was getting late, I suggested that we go. That's when he said, "I'm not coming over. There's a girl waiting for me in my hotel room." What???!! I was shocked. he didn't dim it fit to at least hide it. I felt tears gather in my eyes.

The next morning, when I'd had time to process what had happened, I was mad because Phillip had blatantly told me he was about to hook up with someone else—right after making out with me. When he revealed that he had another option waiting for him at his hotel—apparently one he preferred—I was furious at him for disrespecting me like that. I was also mad at myself for developing feelings for my boss.

I knew I had to let it go so that I could keep my cool at work, though. So I texted Phillip and said that leading me on until 4:30 in the morning was not okay. He responded, "I have the sense that there are feelings here, and you never said you had them. I'm a little caught off-guard." I used work as an excuse to cover up the fact that he was right. I said, "Regardless of whether there were feelings, you're my boss, and you can't pull stuff like that on me." He said, "I respect you. I don't know why you would think otherwise." He asked if I wanted to talk about it to clear the air, and I said, "No, it's fine. This has to end." He said, "I think the best thing for us to do is to not partake in that activity anymore." ...m yes after having a piece of me.


When Phillip went back to Lagos, our relationship turned much more professional than it had been before. Instead of talking about our families and weekend plans, we just talked about two things: work and the weather.
Three months after the girl-in-his-hotel-room incident, I found out that my boss had had a new girlfriend since the Christmas party in Lagos. I felt cheap. I discovered this in one of the worst ways possible, too: In a meeting, some coworkers casually mentioned my boss's girlfriend. I said, "Wait, he has a girlfriend?!" No one at work realized we were hooking up, but they knew we talked almost every day, so it didn't seem weird that I was surprised he hadn't told me. One of my colleagues said, "Yeah, she used to work here." Since the woman lives in Benin, I assume it's the same person who was waiting for him that night. ... I have never been this Fooled.

I wanted to confront Phillip about having a girlfriend over the phone, but I didn't want to make a scene at work or give him a chance to defend himself by calling him on his cell. So a week later, when I was scheduled to have a closed-door meeting with him over the phone, I said, "So I heard you have a girlfriend. How long have you been dating?" He started stuttering and said, "I'm not keeping a formal calendar or anything. Why are you asking me this? I'm blushing." I could tell he was really flustered, so I turned the conversation back to work. I just wanted him to know that I knew—I had nothing else to say about it.

A few minutes later, he instant messaged me and said, "You came in pretty hot with calling me out." I think he was worried that I was going to tell someone that we had hooked up. Or who knows—maybe he actually felt bad about it. I said, "It's fine. Just relax. It's not the end of the world; you just needed to get called out on that." And he said, "That's fair."




Though Phillip is still my boss, it can be hard to work together because of our past. I respect him less as a person, but I don't feel like I need to run away from my job because of it, either. We just keep our conversations short and to-the-point.
Despite how things turned out, if I could go back in time, I think I would make the same decisions. We had a lot of fun while it lasted, and most importantly, the experience prepared me to start dating again. That was the first time in six years that I had been attracted to and had a connection with someone other than my ex. But it still didn't change the fact that I was fooled and stupid.

In the future, I probably won't be so open to sleeping with another superior because I know that my situation could have turned out a lot worse than it did (no one at work ever found out about us). At the same time, though, I'm open to the possibility of finding love at work. So I wouldn't rule it out altogether. Plus, the whole thing does make for a pretty great story..... _ Anonymous

 

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Its really easy Squat 'n' Butts

Okay guys, you might just be a lady or a guy who loves his lady with a firm nice butt reading this post. Well don't worry your little heads anymore because after you read this post, it wouldn't sound impossible anymore. Most of us probably think its all stories but believe me, its  true story. A lot of us ladies have tried out squats especially the period when it was really popular and most of us that tried stopped early because of the pain that came with it.Yes I also stopped once but continued when I realized the technique to it. Some continued for a long period but unfortunately, didn't go about it the right way. Well non of these should be a reason for concern because below are techniques and mechanisms of squats. So keep your pretty eyes fixed and don't move an inch.

How It Works
Most of us are aware there's no magic like adding up without eating meals like  protein. Eating is the only possible way the body can develop. So if you exercise and go on a strict diet you tend to lose more weight which might not be a bad idea, if you are working towards that. But if you are working towards gaining weight in your butt area then lots of meal with protein and a bit of healthy carbohydrate is seriously recommended as you do your squats. You see as you exercise frequently, your muscles tend to obtain injuries *tears* and it is only normal that those tears are renewed with new tissues. And we are aware that protein is a nutrient for growth and body building. So generous intake of protein automatically replaces the muscles and viola...here's our big BUTTS.

Food I Can Take
(ladies who find it difficult to gain weight)
>Lot of plant protein like beans
>Animal protein and lots of fresh milk
>carbohydrate like sweet potatoes, Irish potatoes, ripe plantain.
>veggies.. a lot
>fruits...this gives you appetite for food.
>Yoghurt
>plenty of water.

Please make sure you eat at least 3times daily.

Food I Can Take
(ladies who find it easy to gain weight)
>More of Plant protein and less animal protein..
> Carbohydrate once a day, preferably oats.
> plenty of veggies and fruits
>Lots of water ..not soda.

Eat normally and seriously do your squats.

How Do I Squat?
For beginners, this depends on how far you can go. I always advice beginners to do what they can but must be consistent to see results. you can start with ten squats the first two days, then 15 and then keep adding at least 5 squats every day you choose to squat. Always take 1day break after three days to allow your muscles heal. Never skip meals also. With time lovely you would see the result.
Good luck..

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