Daddy Issues

I once witnessed a new dad, pick up his new baby-boy and stare at him in the most unusual way. He didn’t smile or coo at his baby. He didn’t try to put his forefinger in baby’s vice-clenched fist. He just stared at him, expressionless. It wasn’t a stolen moment between father and progeny. It was an unrestricted instant of unguarded fellowship, to which I was a welcome intruder, nothing was exclusive, it wasn’t a bonding moment; nothing was intimate. 

Dad’s eyes were glazed over and distant as he held in his arms the proof of his fear; a fear which he had nurtured all these months. The fear of being cast away like an old antiquated doll. He had long been thrown out of their bed unto the sofa because his pregnant wife couldn’t quite get the right sleeping position. She had kicked and slapped during the night, lost in her pursuit for rest. She was sad when he moved to the sofa but quickly he was replaced with seven pillows. 

She didn’t want to go out anymore; more because she felt too “fat” and unfit for social escapades than anything else. He had come to see that one thing did get her out the door though….. shopping for baby. She already did that all day from the sofa, anyway. She typed and scrolled on her phone incessantly. She “added to cart” and “proceeded to check out” at least five times a day, comfortable in her large Ankara caftan (which he planned to burn soon). 

She had stopped making dinner and in fact all the other meals of the day. He had decided that wasn’t so bad, he wasn’t much of an eater anyway. 

All that mattered now was the baby and the baby’s meal plan, the baby’s closet and how they needed to move into a bigger apartment because of the baby. 

The baby. Hmmph! He remembered when he was her "baby”".

She seemed like all the world had to be stilled because of the incumbent. But not in a calming way, more like a muted frenzy. Almost like the day baby arrived, her life would start. All she had before that was just the stand-by life awaiting the arrival of baby. That’s what she called the incumbent; "Baby". And what did she call him, her husband, who she formerly called "Baby", "cupcake" and all variations of sweets: Daddy. She now called him "Daddy". She had read somewhere that calling him "Daddy" would set the tone for his new paternal duties and status. Also the baby would hear the word often and be aware from an early stage that the vibrations and phonetics in the word would make him certain of the security a father provided. Bull.

As daddy held baby in his arms, he seemed far away, stranded somewhere away from hope, floating somewhere so far below his expectations. 

Then baby cooed. As he opened his heavy eyelids to reveal the purest form of inquisitiveness, i watched daddy's expression melt like wax. The straight line in between his lips angled slowly, then unable to hold back, his lips drew back to reveal a toothy grin. This wasn't so bad. How could anyone complain with all this wonder emanating from one little being! He would gladly give up the name "Baby" for "Daddy" any day. 

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A lot of men never admit it but they feel a bit left out when a baby is on the way or has just arrived. It's really not just because they feel ignored, it's more of a culmination of various changes that happen all at once and stand a chance of never returning to the way it was. For example, the way she wakes up and now reaches for baby first, who now sleeps in between them. The way she looks at baby. How sex is so far off the menu. How she no longer shops at Ann Summers but stands in line at Hamley’s. The lacy Victoria Secret’s have been shoved into the back closet and all she wears now are something that clearly has no secrets. It sounds a little selfish but who isn’t a little selfish with their partner. It's not like they aren't stoked becoming a dad but still they can’t help feeling like they have to scoot over from wife’s favorite chair. Plus, everyone tells them to be "Man about it". Being a man also requires getting some attention and affection too, right? 

Get over it and be like this guy! I'm kidding. But seriously though, this guy.

Long Distance Relationships: That Sweet Safe Spot

About 10 minutes into your long distance relationship (LDR), you’d quickly come to realize that your new location seems to be inundated with exceptionally attractive members of the opposite sex! There's one next door, one standing next to you on the bus, one at work, church too, one in class, one at the store, one at someone's 70th birthday celebration (they are everywhere, especially the most unexpected, dull places). Some of these people you probably wouldn’t notice if your significant other (sig-other for short) was near. Well, sig-other is not near and you do notice. This sudden awareness of other people, might be just a heightened sensitivity to the void left by sig-other. In other words, you are lonely and probably a little needy……physically, which is totally expected. 

However, let's just put it out there, you are expected to remain within the bounds of honesty, which is required by your relationship and also to remain within the bounds of your clothing, if you know what i mean. It's easy to say and much less easy to achieve. 

So imagine, you are at your friend's aunt's 70th birthday party (beware of those "harmless" parties). You were willing to go because, well, you had absolutely nothing else to do or because you are miserable about your new LDR status and this couldn't be any worse. Anyway, whatever your reason, there you are at this elderly gathering and then you see this really good-looking girl (who we can call I.D). You notice I.D and move on. After the party, your friend tells you he gave I.D your number because she asked for it. 
 You panic a little, being the careful boyfriend that you are. And then you self-pacify and tell yourself I.D won't call. Surprise! I.D calls. It's friendly and casual. You tell her you will keep in touch but you tell yourself you won't. You also conveniently forget to tell her you have girlfriend because it's "too much information" for a first "friendly" conversation. You do keep in touch with I.D (if you haven't figured it out yet, I.D is short for Inevitable Disaster). 

Something tells you you should tell your sig-other but you consider this trivial. Nothing dramatic ever comes out of casual acquaintanceship. An LDR is not prison, you are allowed to have friends, friends like I.D, you tell yourself.

In our LDR, we did have a sizable number of I.Ds. Aware that we were both human and admitting that promptly, we faced reality squarely. No one is immuned to slip ups, least of all LDRers. Also let me say this now, there will be attractions, like i said, heightened sensitivity to the void and all, and also because you are human and you don't live in a cave as a hermit. I tried living as a hermit once to avoid attractions but that didn't work out. These things have a way of finding you even in hiding. Lol! 

So how did we deal with crushes and attractions in a long distance relationship? One word. 

Transparency; the quality of being transparent. 

Transparent

/transˈperənt/ 
adjective
Having thoughts , feelings or motives that are easily perceived.

Being easily perceived is a little difficult in an LDR, so being transparent needs a little bit of effort here. It's more active than passive and it requires a certain amount of vulnerability and honesty.
So here's the fun part.

What we did was to be honest about developing attractions and crushes, if there were any at all. And there might have been one or two.

 “Are you crazy?” I hear you saying, “Why would I tell sig-other that I am attracted to someone else? That's LDR suicide.”

And you are right! It is suicide if not managed properly. Which brings me to constructive transparency. It's not just ok to be transparent but rather to be constructively transparent. This would mean being verbally honest with your motives and actions with your sig-other, with the intent of ensuring your relationship is successful both on the long run and short run. Of course, this includes being open to each other about I.Ds and undercover I.Ds (the ones who pose as your friends) and any other new happenings that might impact the relationship  adversely or otherwise. Doing this creates a safe spot in your relationship that fosters honesty and pinches off budding insecurities. 

As you eat your take-away cake from the 70th birthday celebration, you contemplate telling sig-other about I.D. There is  60% chance this would end in a fight, but isn't it worth it on the long run?

 What would you do? Would you tell sig-other?  Please drop your comments below!
P.s : This is a safe spot! Say it as it is.  x

Disclaimer: not every relationship is nuts enough to do this but every relationship should ensure the purest form of honesty it has the ability to attain.

Out with the aged skivvies!

My friend recently got married, moved into an amazing apartment- wooden floors, with an incredible stream of natural light and a light cinnamon fragrance in the air.Beyond the perfection and the chirping birds, beyond the pine wood floors and the dessert-tinged ambiance of her home, carefully tucked away, deep in her luggage was her beat-up "panties of condemnation." You know, the "drawers of doom", "the deformed briefs beyond reform",  you know those 5-year old COMFORTABLE, threadbare, tired pair of cotton briefs with amazing coverage but a less flattering view. There it was... stashed in her luggage. 

So she sneaks this panties into her new home and is in stark denial about its state. Trust me, it's a wreck. Lol. She doesn't wear it too often, being a new bride and all. But on those days when she couldn't be bothered, she throws 'em on.

Her husband, of course, would want nothing more than to see it burn. He tried several times to "make them go away" but she'd always notice, as you would if someone tried to take away your fav underwear.

The plot thickens. She then discovers her husband has a pair of boxers just as ancient. Faded and stressed are the best ways to define them. She adds to her denial, justification; he had one, she had one, end of story. 

Eventually, they both realize how much they can't stand each other's contraband. The couple agree to let go and have a toss-out day when they throw out their ancient loin cloths. Miserable and in denial, they are still yet to set a date for the toss-out. 

To encourage "Toss-out day", my suggestion was for them to go underwear shopping!  

Shopping is always a good idea, though she still looked longingly at her dear underwear. I encouraged her saying, at least she would have brand new ones which she would start to enjoy once they were broken-in and get holes. Her husband also gets to enjoy the new underwear benefits. He also gets to go underwear shopping which for men is uneventful and probably involves the sofa, a PC and Amazon. For us girls, a little more preparation is required. I recently went on a toss-out shopping trip myself. Here's a couple of stuff to keep in mind while planning the trip:

First, start your work-out routine like two months before (if you aren't a regular). Works your abs, arms, some lunges and squats too. It's only right that you are pleased with yourself in the dressing room mirror. 

Second, that wax we talked about.

Third, ask the attendant for help. Some of them really know what they are talking about.

Get a mix of styles; some comfy boy-shorts, frilly stuff (not to be worn under body-con dresses), some lace Brazilian cuts, some no VPL briefs (no visible pant lines) to prevent pant lines, some thongs (if those works for you), some groin-strings...... also known as g-strings. Lol. Groin-strings (who knew that was the full name?! Not so sexy anymore, aye?)

Get a few matching sets; different colors. Polka dots. Print. Stripe. Leather (if that's your thing).

Lastly, ensure the crotch area is cotton as recommended by physicians. Hopefully, "out with the old skivvies, in with the new underthings" works for my friend. 

Have you been successful in getting rid of your adored intimates? Give my friend a tip below...

Weird facts about underwear....

1. In the Edwardian/Victorian age, women wore crotchless underwear. It was considered improper to wear anything that covered the crotch. (This really took Downton Abbey to another level for me. I'll never be able to look at Granny Grantham the same)

2. It's hygienic to have a cotton crotch on your panties (whether you are into silk or leather, make sure it has a cotton crotch lining....unseen stuff go on down there)

3. The average underwear lifespan for a woman is 7 years; a man, 8 years

4. Your underwear determines your mood which brings us to #5

5. Women who wear g-strings are apparently more confident

"Groin-strings." 

Have a great weekend! x

Ten things (plus one) you didn't know About Men!!!!

A couple of weeks back, I wrote  a post about ten things (plus one) to know about girls with different body types (read here). Who knew skinny girls were less fussy about size. Hehe. 
Today, it's the guys' turn! Men, these are just pure scientific fun findings, let those guards down. You may even love science just a little bit more after this. Girls, prepare to be shocked by #1(if you didn't already know) and #3. Everyone should read this list........you know, just in case you get dumped because of #9 or #3 is your reality.
Here goes......



1.Men with big bellies last longer!

Girls, Yes indeed. Think about all the men you turned down because they bore no resemblance to Idris Elba or Adam Levine or the Hemsworth brothers. Haha. The bellies scorn thee.
Men with big bellies have a higher level of a hormone known as estradiol, which helps them last longer than their ripped compadres.



2.Short men (shorter than 5"7) tend to have stable marriages

Way to go, Short men!!! They also have a lower chance of getting cancer. However, they tend to do less house chores. Tut-tut-tut, short men, just when you were becoming our favorite.

3. The average age of his boxers is eight years!

Lol! Eight years. That's like two presidential terms!!! Men, if you have underwear from the time  Blair, Bush, Chirac, Obasanjo were in power....do the needful.



4. Men who prefer big bums tend to be business majors

....And so it's no longer a mystery what those  business-major guys are doodling on their notes during Accounting class. Men who like big bums (and they can not lie) are also seen to be organized and tidy. They are dependent in their relationships.....


5. .....While men who prefer smaller bums are great project executioners

This men see their projects through. Good job, men who prefer smaller bums! They do not to seek public approval and are less fanatical about sports. 



6.  Men with mustaches are more likely to be hired 

Studies show that men with mustaches tend to be more reliable.  Employers therefore, hire them 8.2% more than their beardy mates and 4.3% more than their clean shaven pals. 
Tell that to Frank Donga. 


7. Men with beards are perceived to be the epitome of masculinity.

Little wonder that men who struggled with growing a beard since the beginning of the NO SHAVE November rave, have opted for beard transplants!
I didn't even know that was a thing.
Bearded men are associated with power, leadership, maturity and women see them as better providers. In fact, a study shows that women tend to associate beards with the ability to provide for them during pregnancy [Women sure think light years ahead].


8. How to get the girl? Wear a pink shirt!

Men who are comfortable wearing pink happen to be better educated, make more money and get the girls' attention! Who knew? So to really get the girl, grow a huge beard, grow a belly and wear a pink shirt. And throw out old underwear. Please. 


9. Poor men like bigger breasts

Studies suggest they may be trying to compensate for any "resource insecurity" they might have. I think I'll let the scientists have the final words here. Oh, yeah they also love sports.

10. Men who wear briefs might be stuck in their childhood
  

Briefs. Superheroes. Superman. Ninja Turtles. Don't. Why? Tight. Heat. Daddy-pants. Wear boxer briefs instead. It's close enough. 



11. Men who prefer small breasts tend to be Engineers! 

This study showed that men who preferred smaller frontal lady-lumps were nuturant in their relationships and indefinite about their careers paths.
They also happen to be mainly engineers.  

Gotta love Science......

Share with someone who you are certain would laugh first and then protest to these findings an hour later.

Have a great weekend! x



















Sources

http://www.inquisitr.com/1865600/scientific-study-characteristics-of-men-breasts-butts/http://thoughtcatalog.com/amanda-chatel/2015/04/sorry-guys-studies-show-beards-may-be-going-out-of-style/

http://www.webmd.com

http://www.menshealth.com

http://www.salon.com/2010/09/08/turkish_sex_study_bmi_male_performance_open2010/

http://www.salon.com/2013/08/17/9_weird_facts_about_breasts/

http://www.thegloss.com

The Best of Old Wives' Tales for New wives

For ages, people have come up with deeply erroneous marriage advice, that if you ask me, might just be one of the reasons for the high divorce rates out there. 

This is a list of rules that have gone round for so long and no one has called them out.  Well, this is why I am here. To call stuff out!  If this is what marriage is, well no wonder people are so unhappy. I tried a couple of them while I was dating.....extremely poor results, I tell you. It's like the wrong twin of the "pre-nuptial hunt" post (read here). 
As you read this list, remember to read it out loud in the theatrical way you know it would be said, complete with your hands on your waist. O, yeah and grunt occasionally. 
Here goes!
Have a wonderful weekend!

#1 If you don't train your husband, he will misbehave  

My all-time favorite! If I have to train him, a full-grown man complete with a beard, then I am of all women, most silly. 
 But the main question is this.................... "Is he a goat?"

#2 If you inspect and scrutinize  his messages, emails and bank statements you will catch the slightest whiff of infidelity 

This will eventually result in you in the hospital with a ventilator. And a defibrillator for good measure. 

#3 If you keep him out of the kitchen, he will be more of a man 

Why?! I've come to find that my husband has really great ideas in the kitchen. Why should his place be permanently in front of the TV?

#4 If you lock him out of the house when he comes home late, he will never do it again 

This I heard from someone who had tried it. No comment. 

#5 If you fight fire with fire, he will know that he didn't marry a pushover

This has gotten old. I'd rather knit a fluorescent green sweater with purple chest balls, than spend all our breathing, living hours on fights and trying to prove tough. #busyschedule #Feistyfionadoesntwriteitself

#6 Be wary of his family, otherwise, they will turn him against you and you won't even know  (lol!)

In-law paranoia is completely understandable when you are dodgy yourself. With love and kindness is the only way to treat the family of the man you love. 

#7 If you don't wear "iro and buba" and "up and down", how will they know you are even married? 
 First, of all who is "they"?
 Second, who cares what they think?
 Third, I see you wearing these recommendations...how are those working out for you?  

#8 If he cheats, it's ok, they all do it, at least once (make sure he always has a condom in his wallet, so he doesn't pass something to you) 

Some might argue that this is wisdom and some might not argue at all and just sip tea.

#9 If he doesn't make you happy, just take care of your children, when they are older, focus on the grandchildren 
This could easily be rephrased as "Wait for him to die".

#10 If you make your husband your hobby, you will feel accomplished

Be your own individual, that's what i'd say. He didn't fall in love with you because he was your hobby.

#11 If you feed him till he's fat, other girls won't be attracted to him

Lol. I heard this from someone who was trying it out. Newsflash...some girls are into fat-sugar-daddy-type men. Hehe. 

Do you know any old wives tales?! Drop them below!!!

Gidi-jacked: My experience with the intern mugger

Few things to remember while being mugged:
No eye contact, no fidgeting, no sudden movements, no movie stunts(007 is filmed on set and James is not his real name...now you know), most importantly, pray like your life depends on it.....because it does. 
I pray you  never get mugged, it's the second worst situation ever, right after being on a plane with a malfunction(that you can do without also). If you've never experienced mugging and you wondered a little what the experience might be like...here's my
experience!!! 

There I was, on a cloudy Thursday morning in Ikeja, Lagos, walking down my street to get a cab to work. I remember the air was fresh and smelt of wet earth (because it had rained the night before). I trotted along, walking on air and happier than a clown (I love rainy days). It was one of those days nothing could even think about going wrong.

"Good Morning, sister", A voice says behind me. I turn to look at him.

"Good Morning", I chirped gleefully. 

"Give me your bag."

What??! Wait, what was happening? And then I dropped my gaze and there pointed at me, was a gun. It was such an inelegant gun. If I was going to get shot, definitely not with this ugly gun. It made me just imagine an old blacksmith hitting some metal scraps to make a weapon, including milk tins. 

Only in Lagos, would my mugger say 'hey' and even call me "sister". *rme*

At this point, my adrenaline and cortisol is pumping overtime. I quickly look around and there is an old lady about fifty feet away, setting up her roasted plantain (boli) grill. About twenty feet up the road from her, was a man who measures and pumps tires for a living (aka vulcanizer, which I think is a Nigerian word, not a real word by the way lol...they are called foka for short). They both glance at me and continue their morning preparations...this was that moment, that defining moment when I knew the spirit of community was stone dead in Lagos and that I was never buying boli from that woman ever again. 
Boli lady had hurt me.  

Lagos had hurt me. Lagos hurts everyone who loves it, but we still hang around and love it a bit more. It's a bitter-sweet relationship that only Lagosians can understand.

That's true love, right there. 

Back to the story, after being snubbed by "Iya oni boli*" and "foka", I looked down the road for any unjaded passers-by. 

No one. 

It was 6.30 am, some one was bound to show up, right? Another okada, a fellow commuter, anyone!!! The police would have been nice too...with their station just less than a mile away! 

I had to stall, someone would come to my rescue. I looked at him. He was dark and young, wearing a sad brown shirt(not its original color). His face was unsure and I felt like he might just add the word "please" to his demand. Hmmm...a newbie. So I took a chance and decided to appeal to his humane side (Don't do this at home guys, I am a professional lol). 

" Please, can I take my work ID? It's all I need,"I asked.

" OK." He says, urging me with a 'go-ahead' gesture with his metal-contraption-gun-thing which I'm sure was Made in Ojota.

Immediately, I dive into my bag and find my ID, then I push it aside, pretending to look for it. 

Someone had to come up the road any minute now. They had to rescue me from this intern-mugger and his rickety weapon. Stalling. Intern mugger looks up the road uncomfortably, he was getting impatient but said nothing. He was such a nice guy, really. Lol. 

Then, suddenly a bike appears, with a man on it!!!

O yes!! My Hero was here, though his skin looked a little bleached but "hey, Beggars are not Choosers." 

My bleached Hero pulls up beside us. Face, mean and strong like any Hero's face would be. Intern turns around and looks at Hero... he didn't seem very alarmed. 
Hero scowls at him, then me, and says to intern, "Shoot her!!!"

At this point, I concluded that humanity was truly in need of a Savior. He apparently wasn't my hero, he was the intern's supervisor!  "SHOOT HER!!", he insisted.

Intern looked pleadingly at me, it was either he didn't want to shoot or his contraption had no bullets and it was all a bluff. Hero-turned-bike-riding maniac kept screaming "Shoot her!"  I handed over the bag and intern jumped on the back of the bike and rode away with his manager. 

I was more sad about the fact that Hero was NOT my Hero than the loss of my beautiful Guess handbag. I was also sad that Hero was almost purple from incessant bleaching. I saw skin disease in his future. I ran home miserable and void of all my items. Everything was in there; my blackberry, my wallet plus bank cards, my makeup purse, the famous work ID card, my bible, my shoes for work (I had walked down the street in flats to catch a cab), my lunch, even!!! 

It was quite the experience. 

Have you had a mugging experience? Would love to hear about it! Share below!!! 


*Iya oni boli (Yoruba language) : A woman who sells roasted plantain as street food.

Images : Getty images/Theresa Tibbetts

              Nath Ngerem

That time I went on a Pre-Conjugal hunt.......

In the months before I got married, I went on a hunt.
It was called "the-marriage-advice-collation-from-random-people-because-marriage-manuals-are-just-darn-too-long" hunt. We didn't get an opportunity for pre-marriage counseling, therefore, we had to learn on the fly. 

So the key word being random, I would ask people for marriage advice; strangers, friends, acquaintances, the elderly, the young, on the streets, plane, in conferences, on road trips; married, unmarried, never to be married (their words, not mine). 


It was fun and it's amazing the wisdom that spews forth when people aren't expecting to be asked for advice! There were also some that were a bit creepy. Those I met with a side-glance and a "thank you" and won't be included in this post. Lol. Here are the top ten! Enjoy! 

1."Party! Don't be that couple who stays home all day, peaking from behind the curtains at the cool neighbors!"
                                                           That Dutch guy (not married)
                                                                                                 West London, London

2."Take your time with kids‎, they will come. In the while, please have fun!"
                                                               The  super-model with the endless legs (m.2011)                                                                                                                   West London, London

3."Be kind to one another and have lots of sex!"
                                                       The Yoruba lady (m. Since 1958)
                                                                                                     Ibadan, Nigeria

4."Enjoy the good times but learn to enjoy the "not-so-good times."
                                                       That Spanish guy (not married)
                                                                                                     West London, London‎

5. "Take time to cool off before you retort. Actually, scrap that, Don't retort."

                                                   The Italian lady (m.2009)                                                                                      Rome, Italy
                                                                        
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

6."Give each other space to be individuals."
                                                                 The Indian guy (not married)
                                                                                                          Holland Park, London

7. "Don't pass on angry sex!"
                                                                                   The hot Lebanese girl(m. 2012)
                                                                                                      West London, London

8."Feed him"
   "Listen to what he says during the fights"
                                                                    The Nigerian guy (m. 2011)
                                                                                                       North London, UK

9."Don't be too serious. Laugh at each other."
                                                   The Greek/Irish Couple (m. Since 1964)
                                                                                           Boston, MA Logan Airport

10."I had never cooked before I got married, I never had to. I remember the day I made my husband meatloaf for dinner. He ate it all; everything on his plate. Right after dinner, he says to me 'Mary, I love you but don't ever make that again'. From then on, he made the meatloaves. Wise, constructive criticism, develop that."
‎                                     The Bostonian lady 
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Ten things to do before the end of April!

April (my favorite month, for not too obvious reasons) is almost gone! Now making every second count. To that end, here's Ten things to do before the end of April. Have great a weekend! x

1. Watch Fast and Furious 7, if you are a little broke like me, watch the trailer then we can discuss how the Rock broke his Plaster of Paris caste with his biceps at 2.05

2.  Look over your goals and new year resolutions and evaluate. How's that diet going? Gym attendance dwindling yet? Aye! I've been in the gym more through other people's Instagram posts than physically this year. Get on the treadmill! Summer is upon us and the makings of a beach bod starts now (actually starts in February but hey....)  

3. Get that wax! (this includes the men too) If you have no idea what I'm talking about click here

4. Draw a map of your country and label all states. If you can't, be comforted, my first attempt was ridiculous too  (I'll have mastered it by Sunday though)

5. Stop asking yourself what to eat tonight! Use the "roll the dice" tab on 9jafoodie.com!

6. On the 30th of April, tell someone how your really feel about them or their hair or their breath. It's honesty day!!! Comes only once a year , best capitalize!

7. Spring clean! It's time to thoroughly clean your living space and your mind too. Assess your relationships. Forgive those you need to and make it a habit to be grateful and cheerful.       

8. Discover a talent you have! This requires alone time and trying new things. Try something new every week (food, movie/music genre, follow someone new on IG even!)

9. Pray for SA, the Middle East, Ukraine, Kenya, Nigeria, African Americans. The month of May had better have better news

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