swedes

Well i have got very few Swedish friends in fact almost non it might change but hey it does not stop me from writing this

strangely Sweden seems to be inhabited by 2 strange tribes,the women and men,stereotype Swedish women are beautiful and and very opinionated and speak 3 languages.Swedish ladies have a strong aesthetic sense and have very accommodating view towards sex,while she is single,she travels the world and samples the local climatic and climactic delights.Once married she has a career and keeps her money.The Swedish man is rather shy taciturn,submissive,sentimental,principled,reliable,precisely the sort of male companion the Swedish woman coverts as the father of her 1 3/4 children.He is Mr Fix it who knows how to push a pram and change a baby.He is basically a loner and is happiest at work,on the ski slope or in the country cottage he is constantly rebuilding .
So i wonder why a Swedish woman will marry a typical nigerian man that is so opposite ,the Nigerian man is usually authoritarian,and independence on the ladies part makes him insecure.

DYING

Men its been a while since I've written a poem,as a child i just wanted to write stories but some how my attention span could not just hold it after the third page i get so bored,thats why the poems seemed like a better deal,but sometimes i just cant help but feel they spawn the wrong notion,ah who cares any way!
well i wrote this poem a while back and after my girl friend saw it she sat me down for therapy!
do all poems reflect the psyche of their authors,can't i just write stuff for fun.
anyway enjoy

DYING

Liberty seems like a tall dream

I have been seeking it for an eternity

The chains no one can see hold me

When at the peak of my victory

I find my self captive

When can I be free from reoccurring habits

That seems to hold me so tightly

At first

Tenderly as the lioness baths her cub

Then with the fury of vengeance it grips me

I died yesterday

To live again today

But I keep on falling like a kid

Trying to work

But guilt the spikes I fall to

At the end

A question

Will I ever be free

Am I evil or merely a victim

Of a greed that spawns destruction

The resolutions of a thousand years

Every minute after it is born

It is broken

In this uncontrollable relapse

I seek peace with God

I seek redemption

I cloth my self with light

But my darkness

Not being seen

Destroys my inner being

The sun sets and raises

The clock completes its racing circuits

With its tick each second

Taking me closer

To a final destination

Perdition draws near to me

But I turn my face to the redeemer

I cry out

But can he hear

Is all the drama

Because I fear a mortal destruction

Mortal destruction is sure

As the laws that govern reality

But there seems to be immortal perdition

Staring at me

Yet I repent again

But this is getting creepy

The intensity of my plea

And repentance

Is directly proportional

To the next fall

Who will come and save me

Least I ask for help

Ride on,sisters

This is an article,i came across found kind of interesting i want to share,have a wonderful read....

These are my frank thoughts about the fair (what a loaded term, if you ask me), puzzling sex. You may or may not like some of them, but then women matter a lot to me. You see, they are a recurring decimal in my life: mother, cousin, girlfriend, fiancée, colleagues, the list goes on.

I wonder where the human race, especially the specie that sprouts a shaft between their legs, got the idea that women are the weaker sex. No portion of the Bible has justified this idea to me. Muslims may help out with Quranic texts that back up this postulation. It may take a sperm and an egg to make a baby, but hey guys, try carrying one in your stomach for nine months and jumping onto the crazy ‘molue’ buses of Lagos. Ever heard of women starting a full-fledged shooting war over a man? I don’t mean the skirmishes between jealous wives or girlfriends stripping each other naked in the night-club over a playboy. I mean a regular war, with all the army and equipment. History is yet to reveal such information to me. But centuries before Christ, tough Greek and Trojan warriors butchered each other over a blue-eyed sexy piece called Helen. Talk of feminine strength. Need I bore you with the story of Deborah who had to go to war alongside a scared Barak, despite the former’s assurance of God’s protection? Read up the account in the biblical book of Judges.

The feats of women, both good and bad, in the days of yore and in our time, speak for themselves. Thus they deserve respect. Even in the bedroom women are known to do unprepared men in. Since the sexual revolution of the 1960s, spearheaded by the West-though my Igbo ancestors knew the truth centuries back-women are becoming conscious of their anatomical prowess in the sweet sport. Stud or not, brother, if you cannot take on a woman in the red-hot throes of love, sheath your sword. Fredrick Forsyth was right when he wondered in his novel ‘Icon’ ‘why God had so arranged things that the appetites of a love-hungry woman would always exceed the capacity of a male’ Ever heard of a sex strike? In parts of Igboland of Eastern Nigeria, sex strikes or ‘mgbachiukwu’ by women brought the pre-colonial/traditional establishment to its knees.

No pretence, I like women. With all their charm, their appeal, their flighty, even their silly ways, their wisdom and their stupidity. Every woman I have met, irrespective of the situation, has an indefinable ethereal quality that I savoured, even if unconsciously. This has nothing to do with sex appeal or the animal (and we are all animals, if Darwin and Co. are right) pull between man and woman. The dumbest woman has it. Honestly, there are quite a number of women who will make even Job sick with their attitude to life. For crying out loud, when a woman thinks solely of fashion, hair-dos, social status show-offs, husbands and becoming baby-production factories, that is a big disservice to the female folk, nay, the human race. True, these things are not bad, but many women go over the top because of them.

What would anywhere be like without women? World military leaders must have recognized this, hence the opening up of space in combat in recent decades. Of course the irregular forces and even terrorists always accorded Eve’s daughters their rightful places. I would get out fast from any working-place if there wasn’t at least one woman there. Whether she has buck teeth or rabbit ears or frying-pan flat breasts is irrelevant. A woman is different from a man and that difference counts if life is to be enjoyed.

Ever seen a woman with conviction? Boy, she is a real ball of fire (no pun intended). Sometime ago I listened to Dora Akunyili, the boss of Nigeria’s National Food and Drugs Control Agency, as she talked about her war against fake drug merchants over the BBC. I was charged, and would have strangled any of these traffickers of death without trial. You better watch it if you are with a woman who really believes in something or someone. Whether her convictions are right or wrong is unimportant. There are prostitutes who are as devoted to their work as female pastors. If you must fight a woman with conviction be doubly armed. Women have an innate clarity of mind; their minds are uncluttered once they home in on a target like a falcon.

There are men like that. Ever heard Nuhu Ribadu of Nigeria’s EFCC and Osama bin-Laden speak? But most men tend to carry a lot of baggage. Women don’t Guess that is why in times of great resistance or partisan wars, they are usually spies or killers in the deadliest theatre-the enemy commander’s bed chamber.

A woman in love is a sight for sore eyes. I know this from experience. Love is tonic for both sexes, but when a woman loves –I mean the real thing-she makes the world a lovely place. Her smiles ease your heart; her kisses make your sleep easy; and her words turn you into a giant. It releases the hormones of life in both of you. That is why we should never tell women ‘I love you’ when we mean ‘I want you for the night’. And don’t start the love business if you cannot or will not finish it. The gash the wound leaves in a woman’s soul never totally heals.

It is only fair to say that the greatest capacity for evil in the human race is with the female homo sapiens. Before the sisters bash my head in, look at this scenario objectively: do you think Adam would have eaten the damned apple (or any other fruit it was) if another guy had fed him the crap from the snake? I don’t mean that Adam had no free will or that he was incapable of resisting temptation. But a sweet kiss from Eve’s cherry-red lips, honeyed words accompanied by her pressing her supple, sexy body on his, (body no be wood, as we say in Nigeria), and perhaps she feeding him the apple--- you see what I mean?

In case you do not know, every woman abides in these areas of power:

• sex appeal-men have killed their fathers because of a woman’s private part;

• emotional manipulation-a woman can weep buckets even when her heart is full of amusement. But if her emotions are sincere she could also be a bomb;

• tongue/persuasive ability;

• aura/spiritual key-no offence, sisters, but I have discovered that a greater number of demon cases in revival services and crusades are women. Also, true female Christian/Muslim believers are lethal spiritual warriors. Check out dreaded shrines in parts of Africa and the Middle East. Women were the priestesses and spokespersons of the gods in many of them.

• childbearing role (this avenue for domination is diminishing in societies where the premium on childbearing is declining).

The powers of women have done the human race a lot of harm. This is because of the way women channel them and their underlying motives/convictions. Yet these powers have equally been channels for great good by millions of notable and ordinary women through the ages. In their daily struggles in a less than fair world, women have proved their mettle. Both sexes must appreciate this if the world must continue to be a cosmos instead of the chaos our evils are turning it into.

So sisters, ride on.

by

Henry C. Onyeama is a writer and a teacher; helives in Lagos, Nigeria
henrykd2009@yahoo.com

Porn Problems

Some weeks back i read in the news about the one dollar lap tops to be donated to african kids,just to upgrade them to world status,but suddenly it became like a trojan horse, when told that the kids where using it to view porn,back home in nigeria.Pornography has been accepted at least in the world at large , such that people don't see it for the evil it is anymore except when it gets late and it begins to sip in to their marriages and affect their relationships.The sadest thing about it is that it is addictive and there is always the craving for the greater high(need to see something more shocking next time).I think its just a manipulation of our basic human instincts by some to make billions of dollars and its working,i just feel sorry for the broken families and those that have become sex offenders due to thier addiction.But it is really alarming.
I am a christian and for all my christianity,i think porn addiction will get a christian nowhere but closer to hell,i offer no solutions to the problem that is secular,cause the shrinks will only rip you off and if you accept it as a way of life, the basic instinct of guilt will be numbed (you just started creating a monster)some call it consience and your descent to debauchery just started(ask the sex addicts).For the christians my only advice try



it could help.To see the statistics go to

http://www.familysafemedia.com/pornography_statistics.html

i think we should try help saving our families by saving our minds and comments paste,suggestions welcome
hey we all need help

How to help africa for dummies(and get rich while doing it)

ok!!! this woman blows my mind and to think,the government she served and is still trying to give a good PR,tried to mess her up.I guess she is passionate about the country or is there more.

Ngozi Okonjo-Iweala on aid versus trade

Ngozi Okonjo-Iweala on aid versus trade

This is a talk on nigeria i really would love to share where suddenly hope seems to hit me,but then again lets be realistic,even if what she says is true.We have a long way to go.when i was on my way to sweden for my masters and i told my uncle the first thing he asked me was, "what is the population of sweden?"i said 9 million,he hissed and said no business there,at that point i did not understand what he was talking about until i got there and realized they had unemployment issues,businesses lacked competition and had monopoly.

You make more money only where the population is large and many people are willing to pay for your services,the more people you serve,the more people you need to serve.Nigeria is an asset with population and resources so why am i scared to head back?

Suffer head

A while ago a friend of mine muyiwa posted this on my alumini secondary school group site,was really scared and thought it would make a good read-----


This is for those who may be tempted to think they got the world's worst problems.yeah it happenned to sanch just a few days back. . . .i was driving to ikeja to meet up an appointment in Virgin Nigeria and was caught up in a bit of a hold-up(traffic jam).The song on at the time was "devil's pie" (d'angelo), while mentally bopping my head, i reflected on my dreary finances which haven't been too good lately."aint no justice, just us"two weeks earlier, an okada man(commercial bike driver) had burst (torn better explains it)my only good tyre and i ended up having to buy 2 "tokunbo"(used) tyres. That was the good part.that weekend while returning home at night, some random shooting in my neighbourhood (which turned out to be a police raid [courtesy Governor Fashola's "Eko o ni baje"]) made me jam the car in to reverse, thinking it was robbers. In the ensuing confusion and melee i accidentally hit some girl and broke her leg. At least she didn't die, but that netted another hefty amount of money i didn,t have from my pocket for the hospital bills at igbobi."ashes to ashes, dust to dust"those thoughts in my head my car inched forward at the green light and suddenly i noticed some action in front. Some fellow was leaping from car to car on bonets, windscreens and boots progressively heading back. unfortunately for me, he decided to practice his carl lewis long jump skills just at my own car. and landed right into mywindscreen!!! i was temporary immobile, not believing my eyes. i would have tried to believe this was some joke, or a film, but i had to cover my eyes while gingerly brushing of shards of glass from my body (and getting peirced as well). I leapt out of the car and saw as the man was chased and batoned down by some cops. I quickly grabbed my camera and started taking shots of the man and the car and surroundings. while insisting on the man's arrest, he was released because it was obvious the man was insane. You know this is naija(nigeria) and madmen are feted on the streets as homes are considered too inadequate for their needs. Did i forget to mention, this wasn't my car. How to explain this extraordinary affair to her was still racing through my mind. So you may have guessed, the cost of replacing the windscreen landed unceremoneously on my head. The car had third party and not comprehensive insurance.They warned me and i no hear(did not listen). walahi (i swear)i no go listen to d'angelo for car again!!!!

by sanch

The lazy blogger

I have been trying to start a blog for a while and its been really tough,get it stems from my inability to keep a dairy,after all there are more important things to do and there was also the issue of waht to bog about considering my intrests are very diverse,but i just decided to jumble up evrything and see how it goes or i will never start,i probably will make it less about me but more about my peoms,techie stuff and unique experiences, there is always something to talk about.