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  If these perfumes were movie characters, who would they be? Goddess by Beguile by Oma - Tully Harts, Firefly Lane. Seduction by Beguile by Oma - Jessica Pearson, Suits. Heibah - Donna Paulsen, Suits and Cookie Lyon, Empire Daisy Love by Marc Jacobs - Elle Woods, Legally Blonde and Caroline Forbes, Vampire Diaries  Versace Yellow Diamond Intense - Olivia Pope, Scandal and Mary Jane Paul, Being Mary Jane   Color me pink - Annalise Keating, How to Get away with Murder and Claire Underwood, House of Cards

  God, I was 30 minutes in the first episode of this documentary and felt tears on my cheeks. I can't even begin to explain the torture this boy went through These evil people were offing cigarette butts on his body. He has cuts on his groin area. He has cut marks all over. He'd been shot with a BB gun. His teeth had fallen off. Like they've hit him so many times that when you touch his head, you don't feel smoothness you'd find on your head. His are dented and crunchy. He can't open his full mouth. His legs have abrasions cos of being dragged and ligament issues of being tied up a lot. There is missing skin on his neck because of burn marks and he had black eyes. And he was only 8 year old in all these. And the people inflicting this is his mother and her boyfriend. He was always locked in a cupboard in his womb donor's room. No bed, inside that cupboard that is usually inside the kitchen under the sink, that's where he slept. And this evil man handcuff

Imagine being an only child who your parents confided that they used a donor, and you've always wanted 1 or 2 siblings. Eventually one day, you do an ancestry test and suddenly you have over 94 half siblings from the same man, and still counting. That's what went down in this documentary. This doctor was using his sperm to inseminate women, without their consent. When other donors gove their sperm, this man will swap that sample with his. Here is the sick part about this. Just as the women wait to be inseminated in the exam room, this man will go to his office and jerk off. Now following the endorphins sans post nut clarity, this man will use that same sperm and put in these women.  They didn't even know ya foduzie giving consent. And this man has been doing this for decades. Most children who did the tests were in 25miles of each other. Heck, two of the siblings were even friends. So you don't even know if you'd dated or had sex with your sibling before. In fact,

    I've been on a sorta documentary marathon which I suppose happens to me every once in a while. So this one is about Jeffery Epstein. His death trended then cos he supposedly committed suicide. And after watching this documentary, he definitely didn't commit any suicide. He was murdered.  Though not stated in this documentary of course, but the heinous crimes he'd done and the possibility that his trial will expose other powerful who obviously were involved in raping and sex trafficking of minors.  This documentary made me feel resigned. Like I was actually frustrated alongside the victims cos this was a powerful man. Even the FBI succumbed to his influence. Girls had been reporting since 1996. Police had been involved. But over and over, he proved he had the justice system in his pocket. The reason the victims even managed to garner an iota of justice for the second time was because of the #MeToo movement that spurred from social media. Cos this guy was literally evadin

  I tried to get into this movie because the it seems like a cute love story of someone finding her faith in God. Because the premise seemed so promising, the trailer was great and I love the trope, a movie star and a violinist. So ideally I was really really expecting a very interesting movie. But something was wrong just few minutes in. I just was not feeling the chemistry between the two characters no I think there was a glimmer of chemistry on there or just maybe it's because the actors are probably new actors. But generally there was just something missing. I don't know if it's the energy because it was definitely spark between the two actors but it just didn't glue me to continue watching. I mean it is supposed to be an emotional story, a heart tugging movie but I just ended up feeling kind of impersonal. I think maybe it's a new director or something. Which reemphasizes that it's always not about the story but also how the actors interpreted it, how the

  I've been watching a lot of documentaries and that's cos I'd spent the whole of last month and this month watching The Vampire Diaries, and I am still on the high of the Mystic Falls universe and needed something to mellow down. So back to this. I was actually team Johnny Depp during the trial. Because: 1. I was following critics online and in the eyes of the law of public opinion, everyone was team Johnny Depp.  2. Amber's body language just screamed acting. So watching this entire documentary now, I am not supporting support anyone again. Both are guilty as fuck. Johnny, was definitely abusive to her. On the other hand, she herself was also abusive to Johnny. The difference is that Amber definitely exaggerated many parts to get sympathy and possibly extort him. And she was recording him on drugs to use it against him. Like you said he used broken bottle to rape you and there are no records from the hospital that showed him the injuries from the sharp object? Seems s

  I always wondered how it's possible that people ostacrize their family members in church like what Jehovah witness people do but watching this documentary really exposed the sinister occurrences. That's cult right there. And you just think, 'how is it possible for a woman to cut ties with the child she laboured for hours to deliver." And you realize it's a control. Mind control in the name of religion. I went on a binge of other cult documentaries and lemme tell you, it's a whole different level. I had thought that Escaping Twin flames was crazy. This documentary was on a fucking different level of crazy. The craziest part, this shit happened in America and is still happening now in the 21st century. 21st fucking century.  If my jaw was on the floor with escaping twin flames, this time my whole head fell off. Cos what!!!! How do you wield control over thousands of people at this level? It's cos of religion, of course, and that promise of an afterlife. If

  Like God forbid. What will I even be using the money for?  Buy mansion? Travel? Eat? Get jewellery? I don't even have desire for opulence so to speak. I just want to crack jokes with my siblings and friends, code and share my work with the world, make enough money for healthcare emergencies, watch movies, read books, do skincare and rest. I have quite a very boring aspiration in life. Again, thank you to social media for demystifying a lot of things. Before social media you would have all these huge aspirations to meet a top star or a celebrity but social media has shown us that most of these people are normal people.  So you see people like Donald Trump persona online, Elon musk and his gimmicks, and you also have the dirty linings of Jeff bezos shown to the public. And you literally have Dangote's buttocks exposed online. So you're like this rich people not different from us after all. So what exactly is the performativeness to want to adore or worship said person. And

I had goosebumps in intervals while watching this Jawan, peak Bollywood Cinema. See, If you were ever a Bollywood fan (core Bollywood not Zeeworld), you'll shed tears of joy for this. If you enjoyed Don, Krrish, Bang bang, Dhoom, Ra.One and the rest of them, you'd absolutely enjoy this. In recent years, Bollywood had sort of lost its authenticity, but this Jawaan brought it back to live. And of course, it's Shahrukh khan, the king of Bollywood. Anything SRK is in is Gold and he is 58 years!!! I've been starved of Shahrukh khan's movies. I've missed hearing the language. I've missed their music and dance loop, their over the top villains, their excessive action shots, the dramatic scenes. This movie brought it all back. And I'm literally dancing along with them 

When I think of happiness, it's not something I actively pursue. I don't think I have to reach for something to be happier than I currently am (except on my shit days). That self-awareness that external things don't have to make me happy is an attribute I'm incredibly grateful for. Like the way I'm disturbing my sisters when I had gone for a staycation and they literally be like - "Chinenye, ike gị gwụrụ mmadụ," "Nwa nkea, arụ adịrọ kwanụ gị." Same way I was disturbing my Briii sister in 2019 which was my brokest year. So even when I eventually scale what I imagine I'd like to achieve, I don't envision them making me happier. I think of them as leaving a little bit of legacy. And of course, making more money for emergency and convenience. I honestly do think we should start seeing making money as a legacy trail, other than something to bring happiness. But even that legacy trail is another responsibility cos everything is vanity. 

This prophetess looked at me with my resting bitch face and told me, "that boy you're seeing right now. If you're not careful, you'll get pregnant." My eldest sister I was with looked at her with a blank face. I myself all but burst out laughing.  But because she looked at me and saw someone that mixed *pink and golden* braids who was totally uninterested in the entire ministration gimmicks the few times I'd attended, she must have thought I was a child of the world. Mama didn't even know I just hated being forced to go to the ministry by my father. This happened when I was 17. Infact, I had not even hugged a male that wasn't family. Me that my family always ask me - "Bịa Chinenye, ọ nwerọdị ebe ị na-aga? Or friends you'd want to visit or something?" Ya kà ọ nọ na-asị pregnancy. At least, she should have mentioned spiritual husband or shit 😪 Na then I began understanding the psychology that goes into most of these them sightseeing. They

 So, I had a withdrawal after watching "Red, White and Royal Blue" and figured I'd finally give Thai BL series a trial. Especially since you'd hardly find a romantic Hollywood movie that isn't too political.  I mean, see RWRB. There was literal politics but at the core as Alex said, it's a story about two people, who happened to be men, who fell in love.  That's how I found myself in the world of Thai series. And luckily, I watched Bad Buddy first which was incredibly helpful in weaning myself off the high of RWRB. Now, Pran and Pat are so electrifying. It's in their hidden yearning looks to each other. They communicate with their eyes, their body language, facial gestures, just everything. Like, you'd even see the subtle glances, immense longing when they're in the presence of others. And when they're on same scene, it's like they're itching to touch each other but holding themselves back. They don't even have as much hot scene

As someone who reads a lot of romance books and absolutely in love with kdrama, the reality of what I'd seen with love couldn't be more polar opposites .  I do envision love as vulnerable, empowering,  tender and being a place of comfort to both parties. Unfortunately, real life riddles you with stories that make you barf at the concept. Of course I know I shouldn't use experiences online as the yardstick of success. But then between Nigerian men, misogyny and all other variables, I'd say the men who fit in the characters of a spec are a dime a dozen. But like Moe Odele says. My standards in men is quite high that I've resolved myself to remain single than compromise. Definitely, tradeoffs aren't set in stone when pertaining to matters of the heart. But the solace is in that acceptance that "yes, it's actually okay to be single. To be alone." Than settle to a draining relationship that leaves you a shell of your former self.