My day started like any other day.  I woke up 6 a.m. Got breakfast ready and left for work with uncle Jeff.  By noon uncle Jeff came to the reception and said to me with the usual glint in his eyes, ” let’s go home”. “Someone would be there” I said.” No”he told me. Off we went.

We got to the sitting room and pounced on each other- we have crazy chemistry is my only excuse. We were so  busy devouring each other, we didn’t hear the door open. It was the sound of broken glass the cut through our cloud of desire. We had an audience.

With a smile on my face I calmly watched the emotions swim across her face.  The shock went first, pain came next, followed closely by revulsion and finally rage.  I watched as it called on the judge and jury of her mind,  as it made it’s case and the verdict was passed. – True rage doesn’t erupt or explode. It presents your case before a council of its own,  finds you guilty and the passes a sentence that the rage bearer carries out. You do not get to defend yourself and judgement is passed swiftly.

In my case, Onote my niece tried me for having an affair with her dad.  She walked in on us making out in the living room. We weren’t expecting anyone back so soon. My sentence was to be beaten by a girl I trained and nursed.  She reached for the artificial bamboo rod in flower vase by the TV and walked towards me.

Her useless Father was as quiet as a dumb duck.  His father lower lip hanging in shock.  Mtscheew useless buffoon I will deal with him later.

As Onote walked towards me I laughed.  “Queen bee”, I called to her,  “I have a story to tell you.  When you are done listening you can beat me all you want. ”

She swung at me. I move out of the way and I slapped her so hard she fell. I picked the bamboo and pointed it at her. ” Listen” I said again. Sobbing quietly she nodded.

By now her buffoon of a father had gotten over his shock. I think he stays in shock longer than he can keep his hard-on. He walked towards me and demanded the same way he demands I bend over for the bamboo. I wacked him on the head with the bamboo as my response.

Now I had Onote’s attention.  I sat down and started my story. I was 12 when my mum died and I was sent to live with my big sis Itse. I didn’t mind one bit.  She was my big sister and my mum.  Where she was, was home.

I was 13 when uncle Jeff her husband,  your  father came to my room for the first time. That day it was raining and he said sis Itse said I was afraid of thunders. He came to see to it I wasn’t scared.

He held me and started telling me a story. I noticed his hands were moving up and down my arm,  it was a calming feeling,  I liked it. I dozed to awaken to his arms caressing the flesh in between my legs. It was a sweet feeling but I knew it was wrong.

I asked him to stop. Writhing and moaning but saying no. I was powerless to the feeling his touch evoked even though my mind knew it was wrong. I tried to get away from him but he held me with strong hands. He kept on whispering to me how beautiful I was,  how I was the one controlling him,  how he would die if he doesn’t touch me,  how it would feel better than this in a minute. With experience fingers he stroked till I came.

I wished he stopped there that night,  but he didn’t. He said that was for me and now he wanted to  take for himself.  He inserted his thing into my mouth and asked me to suck, told me to imagine it was  lollipop. I bit him and he hit me hard across the face. A sharp pain in between my legs ushered me to consciousness. Uncle had put his thing inside me and was grunting like a pig.
When he was done he left the room.  I cried myself to sleep. Aunty Itse checks on me at night and wakes me up in the morning. This night she didn’t come. She will come in the morning I told myself. When she didn’t show the next morning I knew she knew and did nothing to help me. She will help me next time I told myself.

Three weeks later sis Itse travelled. That day uncle Jeff brought porn. He made me watch and imitate positions he fancied. He  touched me till he found out what I liked. For the entire weekend we feasted on each other.I mastered his body and he mastered mine.

After that day it just was. I tried sleeping with other people but he is my best. I have lost love one time too many because I cannot imagine getting married and doing this.I have killed innocent babies, my own sweet but tainted children.  Tainted by the evil that is your father. I have tried to kill myself and still here I am.

Funny thing though your mum still feigns ignorance. I am your dad’s PA, i go on business trips with him and  we book the same room. I have deliberately left hotel room receipts and she still feign ignorance. I have forgotten my underwear in their room a lot of  times and still not a peep. I am her sister, I am her daughter and she destroyed me to keep being married to this monster. He must good at something.

So judge me. Carry out the verdict of your rage. But remember the reason you have parents is because I am yet to carry out the verdict of my rage. But before you do anything your father owes me a climax.

I dragged uncle Jeff inside my room and made him grunt and scream. Oh yes I screamed as well

By : Moyosoreoluwa Aiyekitan


Here comes Swatch’s defense against the Apple Watch

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As the Apple Watch launch approaches, one of the most interesting incumbents to keep an eye on is Swatch, the mid-price, design-driven Swiss watchmaker. Swatch has promised at least one smartwatch of its own. In the meantime, it has unveiled this chunky new fitness-oriented device, the Swatch Touch Zero One.

It’s a device geared specifically for beach volleyball enthusiasts—“Created with beach volleyball in mind,” the company notes—so it’s not quite fair to compare it directly to the Apple Watch. (It is, however, perfectly appropriate to say that Swatch seems to have raided the Sony Sports design closet from the 1990s.)

But it raises an important question: In the smartwatch era, is a separate device for tracking beach volleyball—or running, or any specific activity—viable? Or will those functions simply become apps on a more general device, like an Apple- or Google-powered smartwatch? And, moreover, can a company like Swatch—with…

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Victor-Moses - Chelsea

Victor Moses is relishing being back in action after missing the Confederations Cup through injury this summer.

The winger was an important figure in Nigeria’s African Cup of Nations victory earlier in the year, which saw them qualify for last month’s tournament in Brazil, but injury meant Moses was left behind as international team-mate John Mikel Obi, as well as Brazilians David Luiz and Oscar, and Spanish trio Fernando TorresJuan Mata and Cesar Azpilicueta all departed for South America.

‘When I was in America with the team at the end of last season, I was getting treatment on the injury which was progressing, but I couldn’t make the Confederations Cup,’ explained the 22-year-old. ‘I felt disappointed not to have my day with Nigeria. It was a great tournament, they were the sort of games I would like to be involved in, playing against some of the best teams in the world, but that’s football and injuries happen.’

That meant that Moses continued his rehabilitation at Cobham while the rest of the squad was on holiday, before reporting back at the start of pre-season, three weeks ahead of the Confederations Cup participants.

‘Now I’m delighted to be here, working hard and getting as fit as possible for the new season,’ he explained, speaking at the squad’s hotel in Jakarta, the last stop on our Asia tour.

‘It’s my first Chelsea tour and it’s been a good experience for me with the club. When I first came I arrived after the start of the season which was unfortunate because it makes it a bit harder to get to know everyone.

‘It’s been great so far. We’ve got a few new players in and others back from loan, and so far I think everyone has done well in achieving their aims,’ continued the former Wigan man.

‘Also, the fans have been great everywhere and here in Indonesia right from landing at the airport we’ve seen this amazing support we’ve had.

‘There is nice hot weather too, which I like, so it’s good to be here, and I think we’ve all really enjoyed the experience.’


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Mermaid Caught Inside Carton Of Fish

Mr Akindele House, Isale Asaka in the Foko area of Ibadan, an erstwhile sleepy and serene community in the capital city of Oyo State, came alive on Tuesday and it became a Mecca of sort, when the news of a miniature mermaid (omo Yemoja) filtered through the city.

It took a while before the Nigerian Tribune crew got access to the house, a storey building, when it finally did, the head of the family, Alhaji Raufu A. Salau, said he was sleeping upstairs when he heard a lot of unusual noise which forced him to come downstairs. According to him:

“Ramota, his granddaughter, sells fried and roasted fish in the house and, as usual, purchased a carton of frozen fish that morning. She was in the process of cleaning the fish and separating those to be roasted from the ones to be fried when she was said to have screamed out loud and called on neighbours to come to her aid.”

Salau, a retired civil servant, said he heard people asking after him but rather than come upstairs to see him, the lady ran to meet her Shehu, an Islamic cleric, who followed her home and offered some prayers in the Islamic way before the neighbours, who had begun to converge on the scene, could take the pictures of the strange “fish.” The first person who took the picture of the strange fish was said to have had his phone shattered mysteriously.

Alhaja Alirat, a member of the community, told the Nigerian Tribune that she did not see the mermaid but the lady who claimed to have seen it, but declined to speak with the press, told her that the mermaid, though very small in size initially, grew bigger and was fish from waist downward and human being from waist upwards, with mouth, nose, eyes and long hair, which it was swinging to cover its eyes when the mammoth crowd thronged to the scene to look at it.

She also said it was alleged that the mermaid spoke, begging Ramota, the fish seller, not to expose it but that Ramota shouted out of fear. 

Meanwhile, one Miss Osungbemi, an Osun worshipper, claimed that the mermaid was on a mission to uplift Ramota financially. 

Rather than shout, she said Ramota ought to have looked for a big basin filled with water and throw the mermaid inside, adding that she should have then called on Osun worshippers who would call the mermaid by its cognomen and tutor the lady on how to appease it. 

She said Ramota would have become a consultant, diagnosing and treating people with aid of the mermaid, who would be telling her what to do, even as she claimed that someone in the house where the mermaid was found must have worshipped Osun at a point in his or her life.

Members of the crowd, who did not give their names, confirmed that Ramota’s mother that had worshipped Osun before and that before the occurrence, she had received messages to visit the Osun Osogbo grove to worship Osun, but that she had been complaining that there was no time.

It was overheard that the mermaid had been taken to the house of the Aare Musulumi of Yorubaland, Alhaji AbdulAzeez Arisekola-Alao, in Ibadan.