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The real question is when and how to post. So thank you to everyone who has contacted me through many, many ways (e-mails, phone calls, bbms, texts, tweets, FB messages, etc) to encourage me to post the story - even the international ones. I throway yansh for all of you. I assure you, I'm working on it. I did not know how much people loved gist till my last post. It almost makes me want to do this again. Okay, maybe not. Read More
I cannot count on one hand how many times I have written about married men. As God would bear me witness, I, Vera Ezimora, have never been involved with a married man. I may not be married, but I regard the institution of marriage very highly. I maintain that marriage is not by force. I do not know or understand why men get married, only to turn around and cheat on their wives. I do not condone promiscuity, but if your penis is not mono-friendly or mono-capable, then please, save an innocent Read More
I was jejely minding my business when Sugabelly said I should take part in what I thought was a strictly Igbo Challenge. I now see that it is in fact a Language Challenge. Anyway, Sugabelly said I should make a video of myself speaking Igbo. Video? Me? For the internet? Speaking Igbo in it sef? Sugabelly, please! But alas, there was a way out. Read More
I cannot count how many times I have heard a man refer to women as the specie that pees while sitting. I don't take offense to this statement, but I do know that it is said to somehow imply that sitting (instead of standing) while peeing is just another way to show that women are the weaker sex. "Weaker," of course, is all relative. Weaker in what way? Physically? Emotionally? Financially? Spiritually? The more specific you get, the weaker this weaker word becomes, too. Not only does weaker Read More
