A few years ago, I started noticing the line between normal girls and runs girls were blurring out in Lagos, and it was really scary. Just last week, I was sitting outside my house when a friend of mine came over and we started discussing general things, then our discussion went towards this. He told me in the last one week, he had met 5 girls at different locations in Lagos who he felt were normal girls, but 3 of them ended up being runs girls. He was really tired of this and wished he had known they were runs girls before wasting time on them.
So how do you know runs girls? Before I speak on that, for those that don't know, runs girls are girls that would sleep with you for money, with no strings attached. They are not really prostitutes, but more like call girls. So, now that you know, let's get straight to it. One more thing...I am not a saint, so I ain't judging anybody. I am just helping people that don't want to go through the ordeal of getting to meet a girl and thinking she is a regular girl, and then getting home only to be asked this question; 'How much are you giving me?'
1. Spends a Lot More Than She Earns
She works as a tailor, or as a factory worker, but she uses expensive phones and expensive bags and shoes. She is probably a runs girl. The job is most likely just a cover for what she really does at night or on weekends.
2. They Have Dozens of Pictures Taken in Fancy Restrooms
They most time meet their clients at hotels, clubs, and motels, and since they always have to reapply their makeup every now and then to look flashy for their customers, they spend a lot of time in the toilet...and they usually make out time to take pics, especially if the restroom is very clean.
3. They Have Bleached Skins and Tattoos All Over
Not all girls that bleach their skin and have tattoos are runs girls, but if the girl has over-bleached her skin cheaply, and she has tattoos on her face, hands, and legs, she is most likely a runs girl.
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Wednesday, 21 December 2016
Pictures of Eko Atlantic City (Lagos, Nigeria)
Eko Atlantic is a new city being built by the Lagos state Government (in partnership with some private investors) along the coast of Lagos. Actually, it is being built on reclaimed land from the Lagos lagoon; a stretch of coastline adjacent Lagos. When completed, it is going to be the number one Nigerian international commerce city. It is going to have state of the art high tech infrastructure in line with modern and environmental standards.
With a 10 square kilometers land mass, Eko Atlantic City will satisfy needs for tourist, commercial, financial, and residential accommodations. It is speculated that the city would house about a quarter of a million residence. I love futuristic developments, so I decided to showcase some pictures of the ongoing construction of this city of the future in Lagos.
Wednesday, 2 March 2016
Top 5 Richest Nigerians (2016)
Everyone always wants to know who the richest people in the land are, so today, I am giving you a current list of the top 5 richest people in Nigeria. This list is as current as March 2016. According to Forbes, below are the top 5 richest Nigerians in 2016.

With a net worth of $1.1 billion, Mr. Rabiu is the 5th richest man in Nigeria, and 1,577 in the world. He is currently 56 years old, and like Aliko Dangote, is into cement production and refining sugar. His BUA group company is also into port operations and real estate.

She has a net worth of $1.55 billion. The 65 year old woman is the 4th richest person in Nigeria, and 1,121 in the world. She is the vice chairperson of Famfa Oil, a Nigerian Oil exploration company. She started out in the fashion industry, before delving into the oil world.
Wednesday, 25 December 2013
My First Experience of Juju (Black Magic)
Do you believe in Juju? Personally, I still don't believe in it, but I would like to narrate a story to you which happened about 18 years ago. I believe you give anything power over you when you believe in it, so I like to tell people I do not believe in black magic. The truth is that I do recognize that there is some form spiritual powers out there, but I also believe that we all have powers too. If you let your guard down, and start believing some spiritual forces can harm you, you have just relinquished YOUR powers to it, and made yourself an easy target. I take full responsibility for any bad events that come to my life because I believe we are a result of our past thoughts and actions. This helps me eliminate any beliefs that their are evil forces working towards stopping me from achieving my goals in life. Okay, I think I am going round and round in a circle, let me just go straight to the story.
I was about 15 years old, and we had a burial to attend in Ayepe (a village in Ijebu Ode/Ogun Sate). Me, my siblings and my cousins all cramped ourselves up in my Dad's red Mercedes Benz 200, and headed out around mid-day. The journey took just about an hour. This was around 1995, before Lagos Ibadan became prime real estate for most church camp sites.
All the formal parts of the burial ceremony had already been performed before we got there, and it was time for merriment. As you know, Ijebu people like to party, so it was a feast. You also know Ijebu people are known for something else, which happens to be the topic I am writing about.
I've always liked to keep to myself, and while I was sitting in a corner, looking around for anything interesting to feed my eyes, I heard some men in white arguing with a lady. I looked around and it was like I was the only one seeing this because no one else was looking that way. I knew the lady as one of our relatives, so i moved closer. I heard them arguing about schnapps and some money or so. The lady was bickering with the men, repeating the words- 'Ko sin nko ti ele se' (there is nothing you can do) several times. I watched my steps as I got closer; it had rained earlier, and the dirt road was all muddy. The lady walked off, and the men walked into a bungalow close by. As a very inquisitive kid, I followed them in. I was wearing white on white, just like they were, so it was easy for me to blend in.
Two of the men went into an inner room, and the other two dragged a sort of wide metallic bucket from under a table (I can't really remember how the container looked) in the center of the room. The other two men hurried back out with something in their hands. I wanted to run out, as I was fearful of what they would do to me if they saw me, but my curiosity to find out what was happening didn't let me leave. I blended with the white painted wall, and watched as they shouted out some incantations. After about 3 minutes, they pulled a material they had placed on the bucket, and immediately thy did that, rain started falling outside. People were running for cover all over, and I used that to quickly make my way out the room.
I later discovered that they were the rain-holders (I don't know if that's the right term to use to qualify them), and weren't paid well, so they withdrew their services. I had seen most of what they had done with my own eyes, and it became scary to me. I watched people run helter-skelter as the rain came down heavy. It was frightening that I knew the perpetrators of the act. What was more frightening was how I was going to tell anyone about what had just happened. Thank God I didn't have to. I stood at a distance and watched the bungalow, till I saw an elderly man approaching the place. He walked briskly like he knew what had just happened. After a couple of minutes, he came out with the four men. They started scanning the area, and I took off before their eyes came to where I was.
"Olumide!" I heard someone call my name, and it made me jump. I blinked the rain water out my eyes, and saw it was my cousin. She asked me where I had been, and I lied that I needed to get something in car, and couldn't get it open. She volunteered to help, and we headed towards the car; walking at the edge of the house, dodging the rain as much as we could. As we passed the front of the bungalow, I looked up, and saw the men pointing at something or someone. I followed their gaze, and saw it was my Mom they were pointing at. My brain went to walk immediately. My Mom had the same physique as the woman they had been arguing with earlier, and the fact that everyone from our side of the family had the same dress-type on, it convinced them that my mom was the person they were looking for.
I dashed off into the rain, living my cousin wondering if I had gone mad. I quickly narrated the story to my Mom, and without asking one question further, she quickly followed me back to where the men were standing. She approached them with a cheerful smile, and asked if they wanted anything. They looked at each-other; confused, and wondering if this was the same person they had a problem with earlier. My Mom quickly called one of my uncle's to get her Schnapps for the old men, and also some food. They smiled and greeted my Mom warmly. She stayed there till everything needed was given to the men, and they thanked her before going in. A few minutes after they went back into the bungalow, the rain stopped.
My Mom begged the lady that the men had been arguing with to go and apologize to the men, but she got even angrier, and started shouting at at every one in the village; calling them names. Lashing out at everyone; young and old. A couple of weeks after that day, the lady died in a car accident along Lagos-Ibadan express. She was the only one that died in the crash. I am not saying there is black magic out there, I just wanted to narrate this story and get some feedback from people. What do you believe really happened? By the way, this story is 100% truth, and not fiction.
I was about 15 years old, and we had a burial to attend in Ayepe (a village in Ijebu Ode/Ogun Sate). Me, my siblings and my cousins all cramped ourselves up in my Dad's red Mercedes Benz 200, and headed out around mid-day. The journey took just about an hour. This was around 1995, before Lagos Ibadan became prime real estate for most church camp sites.
All the formal parts of the burial ceremony had already been performed before we got there, and it was time for merriment. As you know, Ijebu people like to party, so it was a feast. You also know Ijebu people are known for something else, which happens to be the topic I am writing about.
I've always liked to keep to myself, and while I was sitting in a corner, looking around for anything interesting to feed my eyes, I heard some men in white arguing with a lady. I looked around and it was like I was the only one seeing this because no one else was looking that way. I knew the lady as one of our relatives, so i moved closer. I heard them arguing about schnapps and some money or so. The lady was bickering with the men, repeating the words- 'Ko sin nko ti ele se' (there is nothing you can do) several times. I watched my steps as I got closer; it had rained earlier, and the dirt road was all muddy. The lady walked off, and the men walked into a bungalow close by. As a very inquisitive kid, I followed them in. I was wearing white on white, just like they were, so it was easy for me to blend in.
Two of the men went into an inner room, and the other two dragged a sort of wide metallic bucket from under a table (I can't really remember how the container looked) in the center of the room. The other two men hurried back out with something in their hands. I wanted to run out, as I was fearful of what they would do to me if they saw me, but my curiosity to find out what was happening didn't let me leave. I blended with the white painted wall, and watched as they shouted out some incantations. After about 3 minutes, they pulled a material they had placed on the bucket, and immediately thy did that, rain started falling outside. People were running for cover all over, and I used that to quickly make my way out the room.
I later discovered that they were the rain-holders (I don't know if that's the right term to use to qualify them), and weren't paid well, so they withdrew their services. I had seen most of what they had done with my own eyes, and it became scary to me. I watched people run helter-skelter as the rain came down heavy. It was frightening that I knew the perpetrators of the act. What was more frightening was how I was going to tell anyone about what had just happened. Thank God I didn't have to. I stood at a distance and watched the bungalow, till I saw an elderly man approaching the place. He walked briskly like he knew what had just happened. After a couple of minutes, he came out with the four men. They started scanning the area, and I took off before their eyes came to where I was.
"Olumide!" I heard someone call my name, and it made me jump. I blinked the rain water out my eyes, and saw it was my cousin. She asked me where I had been, and I lied that I needed to get something in car, and couldn't get it open. She volunteered to help, and we headed towards the car; walking at the edge of the house, dodging the rain as much as we could. As we passed the front of the bungalow, I looked up, and saw the men pointing at something or someone. I followed their gaze, and saw it was my Mom they were pointing at. My brain went to walk immediately. My Mom had the same physique as the woman they had been arguing with earlier, and the fact that everyone from our side of the family had the same dress-type on, it convinced them that my mom was the person they were looking for.
I dashed off into the rain, living my cousin wondering if I had gone mad. I quickly narrated the story to my Mom, and without asking one question further, she quickly followed me back to where the men were standing. She approached them with a cheerful smile, and asked if they wanted anything. They looked at each-other; confused, and wondering if this was the same person they had a problem with earlier. My Mom quickly called one of my uncle's to get her Schnapps for the old men, and also some food. They smiled and greeted my Mom warmly. She stayed there till everything needed was given to the men, and they thanked her before going in. A few minutes after they went back into the bungalow, the rain stopped.
My Mom begged the lady that the men had been arguing with to go and apologize to the men, but she got even angrier, and started shouting at at every one in the village; calling them names. Lashing out at everyone; young and old. A couple of weeks after that day, the lady died in a car accident along Lagos-Ibadan express. She was the only one that died in the crash. I am not saying there is black magic out there, I just wanted to narrate this story and get some feedback from people. What do you believe really happened? By the way, this story is 100% truth, and not fiction.
Meet Queen Okafor- One of The Hairiest Women in Nigeria
This news is everywhere, but since the lady said she wants her story to to go far and wide, I decided to put it up here too. And ofcos, this is definitely out of the ordinary. Queen Okafor is one of the hairiest women you will ever meet in Nigeria, and she wears her look proudly. Read her story below-
“My name is Queen Nonyerem Okafor. I am from
Anambra State. We are five children from our parents, three girls and
two boys. I inherited the hairs from my mum and it runs in the family.
Once you get to 21 to 23 years in our family, you start experiencing
hair growth. I am 26 years old now, when I was in secondary school,
much hairs were not on my body. It started when I finished my secondary
school. I am not granting you this interview as if I need help or money,
no! I want to tell my story and what it means to be a hairy woman. All I
need is for an NGO to take up my case as a woman with abnormal
conditions and also to act in the movie industry.

Thursday, 28 November 2013
45 Year Old Man Rapes 75 Year Old Woman In Ekiti
It is seems funny incidences like this are on the rise in the country lately. Or could it be that they have always been happening, but weren't well documented? It was recently reported that a 45 year old man in Ekiti state raped a 75 year old woman, who he claims is his mistress.
A 45 year old plantain farmer, Lawrence Adedapo, has been arrested by the Police for allegedly Molesting a 75 year old woman, Grace Asaolu, at Ogbese Camp, Ise Ekiti in Ise-Orun Local Government Area of Ekiti State.
It was gathered that Adedapo invited his victim into his room to collect plantain, which he brought for her from his farm on November 7
The suspect reportedly took advantage of the old woman by overpowering her and had carnal knowledge of her.
Asaolu said, “Lawrence Adedapo is my neighbour. He invited me to come and collect plantain but instead he pushed me on his children’s bed and forcefully had canal knowledge of me
“I later rushed to the police station to report the matter”.
The suspect confirmed that he had canal knowledge of the woman but denied forcing her into it.
He claimed that Asaolu was his mistress.
The Police Public Relations Officer, Ekiti Command, Mr. Victor Babayemi, ASP, said, “In the course of investigation, facts emerged that the suspect knew the victim to be of old age, 75 and in menopause.
“She could not have been bleeding without tampering with her organ. Medical report shows that there was a violent intimate assault on her; she was also said to be distressed with her Core smeared with fresh blood”. (nairaland.com)
Hmm! Maybe the man misread the closeness of the woman as a show of interest in him, but it is hard to imagine a 45 year old woman getting sexually aroused by a 75 year old woman. This is just a really bad situation, because the lady would have a hard time dealing with this incidence psychologically for the rest of her life. Some Yoruba people will call this 'afise', but there is really nothing spiritual here. The man is probably one of those men that believe they can totally control their sexual urge, so they take the power for granted. You see how a cock chases a hen when it is in heat, a man's situation can be worse if he disregard that powerful sex drive in him.
I know some people might be thinking I am over exaggerating things. Women wont even understand, and they will keep calling men dogs. How can they understand? It is impossible. It is like saying a heterosexual man can understand why a homosexual man is attracted to men. I am taken anyone's side, and I don't support any acts of molestation, I am just trying to get to the root of the matter. Women don't understand that an average man's sex drive is 3 times that of an average woman. Men can use up that sexual energy via strenuous physical labour, creative thinking/mental work, or actual sexual intercourse. This is the reason why idle priests have very high cases of sexual molestation cases against them...they rarely do anything to use up that energy. And this might be the case with this farmer, who has most like done the planting (the strenuous work), and is now waiting (a lot of idle time) for harvesting time.
I just think sexual education in Nigeria should be taught at all levels, to reduce the cases of sexually molestation against women in the country. Last week Thursday, according to the chair-person of The International Federation of Women Lawyers, Enugu branch, Nkiru Ugwu-Nwabueze announced at a meeting that 15 children in Enugu state alone were molested by their fathers between July and November, this year.
A 45 year old plantain farmer, Lawrence Adedapo, has been arrested by the Police for allegedly Molesting a 75 year old woman, Grace Asaolu, at Ogbese Camp, Ise Ekiti in Ise-Orun Local Government Area of Ekiti State.
It was gathered that Adedapo invited his victim into his room to collect plantain, which he brought for her from his farm on November 7
The suspect reportedly took advantage of the old woman by overpowering her and had carnal knowledge of her.
Asaolu said, “Lawrence Adedapo is my neighbour. He invited me to come and collect plantain but instead he pushed me on his children’s bed and forcefully had canal knowledge of me
“I later rushed to the police station to report the matter”.
The suspect confirmed that he had canal knowledge of the woman but denied forcing her into it.
He claimed that Asaolu was his mistress.
The Police Public Relations Officer, Ekiti Command, Mr. Victor Babayemi, ASP, said, “In the course of investigation, facts emerged that the suspect knew the victim to be of old age, 75 and in menopause.
“She could not have been bleeding without tampering with her organ. Medical report shows that there was a violent intimate assault on her; she was also said to be distressed with her Core smeared with fresh blood”. (nairaland.com)
Hmm! Maybe the man misread the closeness of the woman as a show of interest in him, but it is hard to imagine a 45 year old woman getting sexually aroused by a 75 year old woman. This is just a really bad situation, because the lady would have a hard time dealing with this incidence psychologically for the rest of her life. Some Yoruba people will call this 'afise', but there is really nothing spiritual here. The man is probably one of those men that believe they can totally control their sexual urge, so they take the power for granted. You see how a cock chases a hen when it is in heat, a man's situation can be worse if he disregard that powerful sex drive in him.
I know some people might be thinking I am over exaggerating things. Women wont even understand, and they will keep calling men dogs. How can they understand? It is impossible. It is like saying a heterosexual man can understand why a homosexual man is attracted to men. I am taken anyone's side, and I don't support any acts of molestation, I am just trying to get to the root of the matter. Women don't understand that an average man's sex drive is 3 times that of an average woman. Men can use up that sexual energy via strenuous physical labour, creative thinking/mental work, or actual sexual intercourse. This is the reason why idle priests have very high cases of sexual molestation cases against them...they rarely do anything to use up that energy. And this might be the case with this farmer, who has most like done the planting (the strenuous work), and is now waiting (a lot of idle time) for harvesting time.
I just think sexual education in Nigeria should be taught at all levels, to reduce the cases of sexually molestation against women in the country. Last week Thursday, according to the chair-person of The International Federation of Women Lawyers, Enugu branch, Nkiru Ugwu-Nwabueze announced at a meeting that 15 children in Enugu state alone were molested by their fathers between July and November, this year.
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Monday, 7 October 2013
Incests- Father Sleeps With 15year Old Daughter
I noticed I have been reading a lot of this kind of news lately, and I did a little asking around around older people and found out that it has been going on in the country for as long as they can remember. I think it is just that there are so many ways to disseminate information now that it seems it is a new phenomenal. People like to make it seem as if incest is more common with white people, but from what I have been reading lately, it is jut as common here as it is in the white world.
I culled a post from naijalatestnews.com with a related story to what we are writing about, read it below-
His reason for sleeping with his daughter was simple: She resembles her mother, his late wife.This was the reason a 42-year-old petty trader, Emmanuel Ubom gave for committing incest by repeatedly, raping his 15-year-old daughter. It was also alleged that he got her impregnated and got them terminated.
This abominable act between father and daughter came to public notice when the father-of-two was caught red-handed by his co-tenant at their one-room apartment in their face-me-I-face-you tenement located at Etegbin Area, Ojo, Lagos. Trouble started for Ubom, an Akwa-Ibom State indigene, when his daughter, Uduaka Emmanuel, who couldn’t condone his incessant sexual demands anymore confided in one of their neighbours who often play a motherly role to her and her younger sister since the demise of their mother. Acting on the tip, the middle-aged woman (who begged to be anonymous) monitored the widower’s movement one sunny afternoon, and consequently caught him on the verge of having another sexual romp with his daughter.
The woman raised an alarm which attracted other neighbours and the sex-crazed father was disgraced and dragged to Ojo Police Station by his angry neighbours. Subsequently, Ubom was immediately charged to court on a one-count charge of unlawful defilement of his daughter, a crime punishable under Section 137 of the Criminal Laws of Lagos State of Nigeria, 2001. In the course of his trial, the visibly remorseful man who pleaded guilty to the charge preferred against him, begged the court to tamper justice with mercy for the sake of his daughters. “I can’t deny the fact that I used to sleep with my daughter. I don’t know what came over me; it is the devil’s work. Since I lost my wife five years ago, I have been so lonely and sexually starved, I don’t know how it all started, but my first daughter looks more like her mother; she possesses the physique and charming looks of her mother. I am so ashamed of myself; I just pray my daughters would forgive me, likewise the spirit of their dead mother,” Ubom pleaded before the court.
The police prosecutor, Assistant Superintendent Friday Ezeh, condemned the heinous act of the accused and urged the court to award the accused the appropriate punishment so as to serve as deterrent to other wayward fathers and guardians who are sexually molesting their daughters and wards under their care. “This act is becoming more rampant in our present day society, and if severe punishment is not handed to offenders to serve as scapegoat to others, the message wouldn’t be driven home properly. Where I come from, this barbaric act of father forcefully having carnal knowledge of the daughter could lead to ex-communication or even ostracizing of the man if found guilty. Ubom shouldn’t be pitied,” he argued.
So, that is that. What I am more concerned with is what would make a man overlook the African culture, the fear of being caught, and the potential psychological damage he could cause his daughter and go ahead and have sex with her? Well, the answer is simple and was stated in his apology- 'I've been so lonely and sexually starved.' I think the most problems we have in Nigeria and Africa as a whole is that we do not understand sex. We do not understand the power sexual urges in man. We treat sex as a taboo subject, and make it seem like it is only meant to be done when two people want to have a baby. But that is very wrong, and has caused a lot of problem like increased cases of incest and rape in the country.
In his life changing book (Think And Grow Rich), the late Napoleon Hill dedicated a whole chapter to the understanding of sexual energy. Why would he bother to do that in a book about getting rich? Because he understands the importance of sex in a man's life. Read this quote from the legendary book below.
Sexual energy can not be curbed, but has to be given a way of release. Pastors that have believed they can handle the urge are the ones you read about sleeping with their church members. And priest go even lower and sleep with alter boys. If incest is to be tackled in Nigeria, we have to look at the cause of the problem not the effect. If focus is kept only on dealing with the men that sleep with their daughters, there will still be more men that sleep with their daughters in the future. The problem should be tackled by better sex education in the community. Tackle the cause of the problem, not the effect.
I culled a post from naijalatestnews.com with a related story to what we are writing about, read it below-
His reason for sleeping with his daughter was simple: She resembles her mother, his late wife.This was the reason a 42-year-old petty trader, Emmanuel Ubom gave for committing incest by repeatedly, raping his 15-year-old daughter. It was also alleged that he got her impregnated and got them terminated.
This abominable act between father and daughter came to public notice when the father-of-two was caught red-handed by his co-tenant at their one-room apartment in their face-me-I-face-you tenement located at Etegbin Area, Ojo, Lagos. Trouble started for Ubom, an Akwa-Ibom State indigene, when his daughter, Uduaka Emmanuel, who couldn’t condone his incessant sexual demands anymore confided in one of their neighbours who often play a motherly role to her and her younger sister since the demise of their mother. Acting on the tip, the middle-aged woman (who begged to be anonymous) monitored the widower’s movement one sunny afternoon, and consequently caught him on the verge of having another sexual romp with his daughter.
The woman raised an alarm which attracted other neighbours and the sex-crazed father was disgraced and dragged to Ojo Police Station by his angry neighbours. Subsequently, Ubom was immediately charged to court on a one-count charge of unlawful defilement of his daughter, a crime punishable under Section 137 of the Criminal Laws of Lagos State of Nigeria, 2001. In the course of his trial, the visibly remorseful man who pleaded guilty to the charge preferred against him, begged the court to tamper justice with mercy for the sake of his daughters. “I can’t deny the fact that I used to sleep with my daughter. I don’t know what came over me; it is the devil’s work. Since I lost my wife five years ago, I have been so lonely and sexually starved, I don’t know how it all started, but my first daughter looks more like her mother; she possesses the physique and charming looks of her mother. I am so ashamed of myself; I just pray my daughters would forgive me, likewise the spirit of their dead mother,” Ubom pleaded before the court.
The police prosecutor, Assistant Superintendent Friday Ezeh, condemned the heinous act of the accused and urged the court to award the accused the appropriate punishment so as to serve as deterrent to other wayward fathers and guardians who are sexually molesting their daughters and wards under their care. “This act is becoming more rampant in our present day society, and if severe punishment is not handed to offenders to serve as scapegoat to others, the message wouldn’t be driven home properly. Where I come from, this barbaric act of father forcefully having carnal knowledge of the daughter could lead to ex-communication or even ostracizing of the man if found guilty. Ubom shouldn’t be pitied,” he argued.
So, that is that. What I am more concerned with is what would make a man overlook the African culture, the fear of being caught, and the potential psychological damage he could cause his daughter and go ahead and have sex with her? Well, the answer is simple and was stated in his apology- 'I've been so lonely and sexually starved.' I think the most problems we have in Nigeria and Africa as a whole is that we do not understand sex. We do not understand the power sexual urges in man. We treat sex as a taboo subject, and make it seem like it is only meant to be done when two people want to have a baby. But that is very wrong, and has caused a lot of problem like increased cases of incest and rape in the country.
In his life changing book (Think And Grow Rich), the late Napoleon Hill dedicated a whole chapter to the understanding of sexual energy. Why would he bother to do that in a book about getting rich? Because he understands the importance of sex in a man's life. Read this quote from the legendary book below.
"The desire for sexual expression is inborn and natural. The desire cannot, and should not be submerged or eliminated. But it should be given an outlet through forms of expression which enrich the body, mind, and spirit of man. If not given this form of outlet, through transmutation, it will seek outlets through purely physical channels."
Sexual energy can not be curbed, but has to be given a way of release. Pastors that have believed they can handle the urge are the ones you read about sleeping with their church members. And priest go even lower and sleep with alter boys. If incest is to be tackled in Nigeria, we have to look at the cause of the problem not the effect. If focus is kept only on dealing with the men that sleep with their daughters, there will still be more men that sleep with their daughters in the future. The problem should be tackled by better sex education in the community. Tackle the cause of the problem, not the effect.
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