Ways To Maintain A Good Relationship

Ways On How To Maintain A Good Relationship

1. When she stares at your mouth, kiss her.

2. When she pushes you or hits you like a dummie because she thinks she’s stronger than you, grab her and don’t let go.

3. When she starts cursing at you trying to act all tough, kiss her and tell her you love her.

4. When she’s quiet, ask her what’s wrong.

5. When she ignores you, give her your attention.

6. When she pulls away, pull her back.

7. When you see her at her worst, tell her she’s beautiful.

8. When you see her start crying, just hold her and don’t
say a word.

9. When you see her walking, sneak up and hug her waist from behind.

10. When she’s scared, protect her.

11. When she steals your favorite cap, let her keep it and sleep with it for a night.

12. When she teases you, tease her back and make her laugh.

13. When she doesn’t answer for a long time, reassure her that everything is okay.

14. When she looks at you with doubt, back yourself up.

15. When she says she loves you, she really does more than you can understand.

16. When she grabs at your hands, hold her’s and play with her fingers.

17. When she bumps into you, bump into her back and make her laugh.

18. When she tells you a secret, keep it safe and untold.

19. Trust her.

20. When she looks at you in your eyes, don’t look away until she does.

21. When she says it’s over, she still wants you to be hers.

22. When she shares this post, she wants you to read it.

23. Stay on the phone with her, even if she’s not saying anything.

24. When she’s mad, hug her tight and don’t let go.

25. When she says she’s okay, don’t believe it. Talk with her because ten years later, she’ll remember you.

26. Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her.

27. Treat her like she’s all that matters to you.

28. Stay up with her all night when she’s sick.

29. Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show, even if you think it’s stupid.

30. Give her your world.

31. Let her wear your clothes.

32. Work out together.

33. When she’s bored and sad, hang out with her.

34. Let her know she’s important and kiss her in the pouring rain.

35. Don’t talk about other girls around her.

Girl Child

You date this one guy 😊😊then you have sex with him.🍆🍑After sometime you have an argument an instead of solving it, you send the dude that's been disturbing you on whatsaap a text to ease your pain😒😒. He makes you smile😊 once and you start planning on dating him😰. He plays his cards right and you get laid😉. The very same guy pisses you off, instead of sorting your issues you call 📞 another guy to ease your pain. He also puts a smile on your face 😊 and you get laid again😂. This cycle goes on and on because you think you are too beautiful to beg a man. No wonder most of you ladies are single but you've slept with lots of niggas. You can't face challenges and always want the easy way out when shit 💩 gets real. 😒. Relationships ain't soap operas where everything is lovey dovey everyday😂. When it gets tough,swallow your pride and resolve it Instead of looking for the next available dick to ease your pain and hoe tendencies..

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Why Boys Should Read Girl Books

The other day, I got rejected. It wasn’t over love, but nevertheless it stung: a middle school declined my offer to speak to their kids about my latest book, The Gutsy Girl: Escapades for Your Life of Epic Adventure , because it would exclude boys.

At first I shrugged, said I understood and went on to other things. But the more I thought about it, the more wound up I became.
Yes, the book is called The Gutsy Girl: Escapades for Your Life of Epic Adventure . Yes, it opens with an author’s note that starts, “Dear Gutsy Girl.” Yes, all the drawings feature girls.
But that doesn’t mean boys are excluded. It just means that the book isn’t about them.
This, it turns out, is basically the same thing. If you’re talking about boys, I mean.

“ We are raising our boys to lack empathy.
I thought of all the books I’d read in middle school. Shane, for starters, a Western that centers on fistfighting and shoot-’em-ups. (I loved the book.) The only female character was a mother, who (of course) falls into chaste love with the hyper-masculine duking-and-gunslinging Shane. There was The Red Badge of Courage , which takes place on the Civil War battlefield. Loved it too, but I don’t recall a single female character. These books’ storylines — and many more — were as far away from my life as a girl I could imagine. Yet no one excused me from reading them. And for that I have been very glad.
Then I heard a disturbing story, about a writer who had also written a book that featured girls. When she attended a school assembly to speak to the kids, she saw that many of the seats were empty. Boys, it turned out, had been excused from the program.

So girls are expected to read books about boys, and people of color are expected to read books about whites (and boys). No one thinks twice about whether we should attend the assembly. But boys are immediately excused.
Curious, I looked at that week’s New York Times children’s bestseller list . At first the books seemed to vary wildly. There were robots, cats on surfboards, Norse swords, and pet foxes. But of the top ten, nine featured Caucasian boys. The remaining one starred both a boy (of color) and a girl (white); it was the book adaptation of the movie Star Wars: The Force Awakens . For this week at least, not a single bestseller had a sole female protagonist. Not a one.
Yet the United States is a country where there are more females than males, and which has a public school system in which people of color outnumber white students. What’s up with such a misrepresentative bestseller list? The conclusion I draw is that authors and publishers are throwing their weight behind certain books because of this widespread belief that, hey, everyone will read about boys. So what does this mean for the fate of books? More important: what does this mean for the fate of boys?
We read to experience a panoply of perspectives. We read to learn of people and situations outside and beyond ourselves, so we can deepen our connection and understanding. We read to prepare for life. It follows, then, that we are raising our boys to dismiss other people’s experiences, and to see their needs and concerns as the center of things. We are raising our boys to lack empathy.

“ This insistence by adults that boys want only boy things ultimately damages girls. But it hurts boys too.
The writer whose presentation was not attended by boys is named Shannon Hale, and in her blog post about the incident she goes even further. She says that the agreement that boys shouldn’t read about girls, that in fact it’s shameful to be interested in what girls do and think about in books, is an agreement that “leads directly to rape culture.”

This is serious stuff.
The Representation Project , a nonprofit that challenges destructive cultural stereotypes, comes to similar sinister conclusions. Its movie,
The Mask You Live In, looks at how media, among other forces, convinces boys that anything considered remotely girl-like in oneself is not only to be avoided, it’s to be reviled. The movie asks, how can a boy steeped in contempt for the feminine grow up to respect women? Answer: he can’t and won’t.

I asked Representation Project staffer Cristina Escobar what happens when boys read only books by males, about males. She said that they will be “taught that girls are objects, that they are prizes that they can win,” and that “boys go out and do things and girls sit back and wait to be rescued.”

So this insistence by adults that boys want only boy things ultimately damages girls. But it hurts boys too. Escobar believes that boys do want to read about girls, and the persistent statements otherwise are “a stereotype that adults put on kids.” She points to an extensive study that showed that almost 80% of boys who play video games don’t care about the gender of their avatar. “We all need to explore different parts of our identity and what is unique about us,” she told me. “Unfortunately, media often uses stereotypes to communicate. It puts people in boxes and makes it hard for them to live up to their potential.” She says that this pressure on boys to “stick to a model that doesn’t fit” leads to high rates of binge drinking, depression, school truancy, and even suicide as they become teens.
When a boy is directed to books that reflect only a narrow aspect of the world — often a part he already knows — or he is shamed for any interest in what is considered a “girl book,” his understanding of girls and of himself is devastatingly incomplete. So the school that rejected me is doing boys no favors. Ironically, The Gutsy Girl: Escapades for Your Life of Epic Adventure is a “girl book” that boys might love. There are no girls tied to the tracks. There are no love interests. There is only mishap, mayhem and close calls on high mountains, raging rivers and ocean expeditions. Daring, skilled women like “Queen Bess” Coleman (barnstormer and parachutist), Mae Jemison (astronaut) and Ashima Shiraisi (one of the best climbers in the world, man or woman, hands down) are highlighted. The only person who needs to be rescued is the narrator (me), and I always manage to rescue myself. Yes, The Gutsy Girl was written to inspire values of bravery and resilience in girls. But it is also a manifesto against the lame stereotypes boys and men hold of us. It’s time that boys see that, as Escobar says, “women are as much doers as the men.” It’s time that boys read girl books, for everyone’s sake.

Untamed

Life Is All About Understanding :)
You Don't Need Everything To Prove The Ones You Love That You Care,Got Or You Worried About Em :)

All You Need It Is Time And Attention To Capture Their State Of Mind To Know Whether They Also Gotchuu Too Or They Are Just Wannabes Who Trynna Act Much Cool :(

Well
According To Her Instincts Together With Mines....
It Shows That,
It Takes Two At A Tangle And Yes In Life We Shouldn't Expect Too Much But Just A Lil To Sustain Our Needs...:p

We Might Not BE Perfect But Believe You Me <3

We Swear To Be The Best (y)

Soo Its A Wrap Meeyn ;)
Goodnight Folks ;)

Popily Girl Child Story

If you have a daughter make sure she READS THIS
Please share with every youth you know,  please!

MOST TERRIFIC POST......

My name is Abbie. I am 26 years old. I never graduated from de university, simply bcoz I was stupid and careless.
On my 24th birthday, I received a nice gift. It was a blackberry phone. I always wanted one. It was like a right of passage. My ex-boyfriend got it for me. He was a student like me, didn’t have a job, and I really never cared to ask as 2 hw he could afford it. My concern at that point was 'yes I had finally arrived.' Other girls in my
hostel had blackberries and I would always get pissed when I heard sounds of pings and messages coming into their phones at all hours and I would stare at my nokia phone and wish I could throw it away, but half bread they say is better than none. So I hoped and even fasted to get a blackberry phone.

Looking back now, if I had the opportunity, I’d have a
landline with no internet activity what so ever. Anyway I got the blackberry phone and even got free
BIS subscription.  At that moment my life was complete. No more going to
the cyber cafes to check my emails, my face-book or twitter. I had it all at my finger tips.  Life indeed was
complete, or so I thought.

Anyway, I became addicted to my blackberry and also my social media applications, and since I had constant access, I quickly gained enough followers, and especially guys, mostly
because I had a lot of erotic pictures on my timeline. I was popular. Finally, I felt I was the main girl. Everyone wanted to follow me. I didn’t care if it was virtual. It felt
good, checking out my profile and having well over 8,000 followers, more than half of which were guys, but one particular guy caught my attention.
Till this day, I don’t know what made him stand out, but we got chatty. He sent me direct messages
and I replied. He was quite a
gentleman, and I can’t remember him ever asking for nude pictures unlike the rest of them. So this made
me comfortable with him. His name was Tobi. He said he was a doctor. I didn’t have any cause to doubt him. He had extensive knowledge and even gave me some medical advice from time to time. We eventually moved from twitter to blackberry chat; we chatted all the time. I got so comfortable with him. I gave him my number, and that would come to be the biggest mistake I ever made.
Tobi called me every day. Some days, he called more than once. At night he would call and I would lay on my bed and have phone sex with him. His voice was so soothing. He made me do
things I never thought possible. He had gained so much access into my head. I realized later I had done some very sick and twisted things just to please him. I would take nude pictures of myself. I would send him
videos of me touching myself in private, and send him voice notes of me making moaning sounds and simulating orgasms, and all this while we had not met, not face to face at least.
Eventually I played into his hands. I began pestering to meet him in person. At this point I had lost my mind. I assumed I was in love with him, and when my boyfriend at the time broke up with me, I really welcomed it, for me it meant no more sneaking around.

Tobi eventually agreed to come to Nairobi  to meet me, all this while he had made me to believe he was in
Calabar, and would take time off work to spend a weekend with me in Expensive restaurant n pub. When I heard this, I was excited. He told me to book a reservation for him, stating he would pay me back as soon as he arrived and also he said it would make him more committed to the visit and would convince him of my seriousness. I bought it all.

He was smart. He was cunning, and I was stupid! Oh how stupid I was. The funny thing was I had sent him tons of pictures, and all I had was just one picture of him, and whenever I asked,
he would claim he wanted to be sure I loved him for him, and not for his looks, and sheepishly I would try to convince him of my undying love, and would try to appease him with nude pictures of my body.

He eventually made it to Nairobi. I met him at the hotel. He was tall, handsome and had a wonderful smile. He made love to me over and over, and convinced me to spend the night with him. I told him I couldn’t, because I had a test the next morning.
Now at this point, I don’t know what triggered his anger; don’t know if it was because I couldn’t spend the night, or maybe I said something else I can’t remember saying, but whatever it was, brought out a very ugly side of him.  He called me foul names, and kept going on and on about how he always knew I was cheap, and he knew I was sleeping with other men. The same man whom had swept me away,
slammed me on the floor. He told me of how he had shown his friends all my nude pictures and how they had watched the videos and listened to the voice notes, he told me he had made a bet with his friends, that I
would actually pay for him to have sex with me, just to prove how stupid I was. Well you can imagine how I felt. I was confused and shocked, but I attempted to regain any little dignity I had left, and so I tried to mouth off at him. Suddenly he punched me in the face, and I tripped
over, and hit my head on a stool.
The next thing I remembered was waking up on the bed. I was tied up, and he was staring at me.  His eyes were dark and he had a sinister smile on his lips.  He stood up and walked towards me. I tried to scream and realized my mouth was tapped. My head was racing. The unfortunate
part was that no one knew where I was. He turned me over, and told me he was going to teach me a lesson. At this point I was naked.  He raped me from behind, and I mean my anus. The pain was mind blowing. I
struggled, and he hit me. When he was done, he brought out a small blade, and he looked at me for a
minute and said, this scare is going to always serve as a reminder, for girls like you always trying to be more than you are;for stupid fools like you. He put the blade to my nipple and cut it off, and anytime I think of it, I still feel the pain.
It was like nothing I had ever felt before. He was calm, like he had done it a million times. I could feel the warm blood dripping down my mutilated breast.  Tears of fear and pain running down my face, and suddenly he turned around again, this time all I saw was a flash.

I don’t know how I survived it, but I woke up in a hospital days after.  Well I was awake, but my eyes were swollen shut.

It took a couple of days for me to open my one good eye, and realize d damage he had done, he had plucked out my eye, and cut my face.
He had cut my breasts up real bad, they had to cut it out, like I had cancer or something.
There was no record of who I was, coz he had taken everything. He had taken my bag, containing everything I had.
I was able to tell the nurses about what I could remember, and also give them my mum’s phone number.
The hospital felt so much pity. They actually treated me for free. Hard to believe right?

Anyway I was taken home after weeks at the hospital to recuperate. It was tough!
I was blind in one eye. I had
one breast and a hideous scar of my face. Talk about your sinage, he did a number on me.
How dumb was I! sometimes I wish he had killed me, but there are fates worse than death, and I guess this is one of them. He was gone without a trace. The receipt from the hotel was in my name, so yes he had played me from the start.

I didn’t dare go back to school. I was sure everyone would have heard, and I was not going to become a statistic, so I decided to stay home, and mind my business, besides what do I need an education for?  I’d rather stay home, because there is no rising from this.

There is no happy ending to this story. This is the simple ending:
I was a victim of a sexual predator, and I let him into my life, period! And I
take full responsibility for that. I was driven by greed and lack of morals. I allowed myself fall into an abyss, but well saying all this doesn’t
change anything.
It’s a memory I will have to live with for the rest of my life. Well not a memory, because I look at myself in the mirror everyday.
Who would want to see a nude picture of a woman with one breast, one eye, and a stub.

I have decided to publish my story, because with the rise of social media atrocities being committed, every story can go a long way in saving a life. So while you read, SHARE and help someone back to the right path............

If you have a daughter, make sure she READS THIS.
Please share with every youth you know,  please!
God should help His People.

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"If you tell a beautiful woman that she is beautiful, what have you given her? It's no more than a fact and it has cost you nothing. But if you tell an ugly woman that she is beautiful, you offer her the great homage of corrupting the concept of beauty. To love a woman for her virtues is meaningless. She's earned it, it's a payment, not a gift. But to love her for her vices is a real gift, unearned and undeserved. To love her for her vices is to defile all virtue for her sake - and that is a real tribute of love, because you sacrifice your conscience, your reason, your integrity and your inval.
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