A friend of mine who is a medical doctor and a social justice activist once had a job in Etche near Iguruta in Port Harcourt, in a rehabilitation camp built by Rivers State government. He was the medical officer in the camp his salary was half a million Naira, a duplex in the city, a car and a driver. Life was really good for him until rumour ruined it all.
The camp catered for youths from the state, they were thought different kinds of trades, industrial welding, under sea welding, sowing, industrial carpentry, etc. Every one of them was first thought how to drive and given a drivers license. They are kept in the camp, fed in sumptuous manners, usually 3 star hotel class of meals 3 times daily. They were pampered, most of the graduates were sent abroad for more training and job in oil industry was almost automatic. This my friend recounted what a life of luxury he lived.
One morning while he was in the clinic of the camp, chewing a half chicken that he was served from the kitchen while waiting for the next malingering youth to come and bother him with phantom complains, a skirmish ensued outside.
"We no go gree oo, we no go gree". These youths woke up that morning and decided to raise down the camp. Someone had claimed that he heard over the news that the stipend they received was lesser than the government had earmarked for them. To punish the people "chopping " their money, they raised down the camp. That was the end, the consequence of their foolishness for believing in a rumour, my friend's job ended, the training also ended, since then, they all went back to square one. No one else benefited from such a beautiful scheme ever again. Rumour.
The outbreak of Ebola in 2014 and how Nigerians were caught in the frenzy of drinking and bathing salt solutions following a rumour of such as remedy to the Ebola epidemic. Many died from fluid over load. Rumour.
The Northern Nigerian people once variously refused immunisation. Some clerics had said it was a ploy by the West to reduce the Muslim population. Many kids came down with polio ,blindness ,meningitis and other avoidable childhood diseases resulting in many deaths and disability. Rumour.
Former Gov. Ohakim of Imo State lost to Rochas Okorocha on the account of the false tale that the former slapped a Reverend Father and unleashed his boys to beat the priest up, the clergy and their followers in the state campaigned heavily against Ohakim and he lost to Rochas, later the story was discovered not to be true, the consequence is that Imo State now have a pathetic who cannot pay salaries to workers and pensioners but erected a statue for Jacob Zuma of South Africa in Owerri, the same Rochas has been running the government of the state like a family business with relatives and in-laws as share holders, he's tirelessly exploring strategies on how to hand over to his son in-law Uche Nwosu who also doubles as the Chief of Staff (CoS)…. Consequences of a rumour.
Following the widely condemned military campaign in the South East, the Nigerian Army 82 Division Enugu hospital corp, in charge of all Army health facilities in the region announced medical outreaches to interface with the civilians in the zone. It is a normal activity used by the army for carrot and stick in any region they had a campaign. It happened smoothly in Ebonyi, Abia and Enugu. Oji River the hometown of my doctor friennd benefited. The commander of the corp by the ways is Col. Ijeoma, an IGBO who schooled in UNN, trained in UNTH Enugu and is a Medical Consultant.
On the . I have barely left my house after I read from several of some of my Whatsapp contacts and groups that I should forward and call all my family and friends, it was an allegation about the army injecting school children with the dreaded monkey pox virus, I ignored it and set out for the days duty, all hell was let loose when people started screaming, parents jumping across the roads, everyone running helter-skelter to grab their children off schools. Schools closed down. Many children were hurt in the stampede. I couldn't believe that the same broadcast message I got and ignored had gone round that the Nigerian Army went about schools, seize kids and forcefully insulate them with Monkey pox. That's the spam message circulating in social media that the monkey pox was being spread by the government to kill the Igbo. Rumour. Rumour from hell.
The danger of this horrible narrative is that the hitherto exposed easterners may soon experience parents refusing government immunisation programs for their kids. Polio would return, together with meningitis, blindness and other avoidable childhood diseases, with deaths and disabilities.
My next writing on this rumour series which will be part 3 will conclude this menace which political mischief makers use to subtly turn the focus of masses away from real issues.
Ahead of Match day 3 Champions league tie against Italian Capital team, AS Roma on Wednesday, Chelsea fans might not fancy the team chance of going far in this years elite European competition after their horrible showing against Crystal Palace and the loss of key players in N’Golo Kante and Victor Moses to hamstring injuries.
It’s been almost 6 years since an English side lifted the prestigious Champions league trophy, the last being Chelsea, one of the underdogs then in 2012.
Chelsea FC winning team of 2012 featured what most people would call average players like Gary Cahill, John Mikel Obi, Raul Meireless and Ramires but inspite of what people said or thought, they overcame a dominant Bayern and the best Barcelona Team due to their determination, winning mentality and never die attitude.
With a notably better squad since their last outing, Chelsea, despite seen as one of the outsiders for this year’s Champions league will be one of the top contenders for the Champions League this season.
Here are 4 reasons why we at blueprintafricsports think Chelsea can be Champions League winners come May 2018 :
1. ANTONIO CONTE
For all the talk of squad depth and mega-money deals, we shouldn't allow it to detract from the reality that Conte is Chelsea's biggest asset. Yes, more so than Eden Hazard and £58 million signing Alvaro Morata, the manager is the jewel in the crown for the Blues.
Chelsea lacked any sort of direction when he arrived. With no European football and a fractured squad, the Blues had no right to get a manager of his caliber. Somehow they did, and with the former Juventus boss in the dugout this season, the team are going to be a strong proposition, regardless of how many more injuries they get.
Conte is one of the best tacticians in Europe and his love for perfection, positioning, high pressing and beautiful counter attacking football makes this Chelsea team one to watch out for
Conte is to this next phase of Chelsea's history what Jose Mourinho was in 2004.
2. 3-4-3 FORMATION
Conte's 3-4-3 changed English football last season, bringing in a new dawn for the system that has been adopted by so many other teams. Manchester United and Arsenal are trying it out for size, while others such as Everton and Tottenham Hotspur have also dabbled.
No other team has been as effective as Chelsea at applying it, though. And when we look at personnel, there's every reason to suggest that will remain so.
While Conte doesn't have the squad depth he wants, he does have the players he needs. He has talented and capable wing-backs, with a strong three-man defence that is essential for the formation to work. Not only that, it suits the likes of Luiz.
With the new signings bedding in, Conte is slowly shifting from the 3-4-3 formation of last season to his more favoured 3-5-2.
With a backline of Cesar Azpilicueta, David Luiz and Antonio Rüdiger , Conte has options to build up the play from the back now. The midfield pairing of Bakayoko and Kante allows Fabregas to maraud forward and do what he does best; supply the killer ball to the striker while Eden Hazard will find more space to exploit behind Alvaro Morata in the free role or classic No 10 position this season.
3. HUNGER FOR EUROPEAN SUCCESS
Antonio Conte won back to back Serie A titles with Juventus but it was not until after he left for the National team job that they made it to 2 champions league finals in 3 years. The current Chelsea boss would trade anything for a major European trophy to prove to his doubters that he can perform in Europe’s top competition
With David Luiz and Gary Cahill, the only ones remaining from Chelsea’s champions league league winning team, other players like Eden Hazard, Cesar Azpilicueta and N’Golo Kante will want to be up there too among top European players especially Hazard who needs Champions league success if he wants to be the world best.
I think Google is racist, a Colleague of mine said yesterday. Though this same thought had crossed my mind in the past, I felt maybe, I wasn’t asking the right questions when I search for things on Google.
I once heard of a graphic designer from Sweden, John Burai, who was researching for pictures of “hands” a couple of years ago. She discovered that all the images that showed up were white. She narrowed her search to “Black hands” and what do you know, they all came back with added subtext of mixed colours such as a white hand reaching out to offer help or black hands working on earth. She started a movement called World White Web that encouraged people to link to and share images of non white hands, in a way to boost the search results. But this is just a beginning.
A Google image research of “beautiful dreadlocks” would yield results of white people with dreadlocks, dreadlocks that have been connected with the Blacks for over a century. The most shocking side of it seems to be the definition of what “beauty” is by these results. Finding a beautiful black woman would sound easy if you don’t waste all the time on specification and rephrasing of questions on Google to get what you are looking for, but immediately you type “beauty,” all images of white slim ladies turn up on your screen. Even the “Handsome” guys are all white through Google. Makes you wonder, is Google trying to feed us the Eurocentric definition of what beauty should look like?
Don’t forget the incident that occurred on their map images, which resulted to a black boy and a girl being labelled “Gorillas.” We were left to ask if this was an honest mistake or was it supposed to pass a message. But I do know whoever did that, couldn’t wait to tag the US white house as “Nigga House” too. Maybe it was Google trying to bring the heat home so it would appear not to be a racist act…
Each time, you browse on “unprofessional hairstyles for work,” photographs of black women with curly and natural hair would appear. Are these dots leading to something or are we still going to blame the search algorithms and bots used in this technology? If it’s the bots, these bots do consider it appropriate to present results of white women when you search for “professional hairstyles for work.”
Often times, an engine search of “white teenagers” would result to images of happy white kids and when you change it to “black teenagers,” images of black juvenile delinquents shows up. There’s literally no search that wouldn’t yield majority of everything from the western world, specifically the white. The one that makes me cringe each time is the search for “Asian women.” If there’s no image of some naked Asian woman, there would be an article explaining why Asian women love white men.
Can we talk about the shutting down of Google ad sense for no reason whatsoever or the long day search for suitable black images for a graphic design work? Google recently created an ad racial-targeted advertisement and when it went sideways, they had some cooked up story for that too. Maybe their search engine algorithm is still to be accused of these patterns, right?
The one that almost broke the internet would still be their search autosuggestion feature, which they blamed on mass search habits. After tying “black people are,” the auto-suggestions would be mostly crazy, rude, stupid, dumb, lazy, etc. The “white people are” would usually be something cool like memes or funny GIF. When the heat became too much, they conveniently disabled auto-suggestions for statement that stops with “are.” If for one thing, this incident proved Google can do something about its search algorithm or whatever they claim the problem is, but chose not to.
Google algorithm suddenly forgets the importance of SEO, back links, and Keywords, when you type the word “Arrested.” Almost all the results have something to do with Blacks. Is this too regularly searched for too? The fact that “Happy white American couple” shows white or mixed couples, would leave you wondering – Where are the purely black American couples or are they the sad ones?
It sucks to know that after all these years, a lot of the white folks sees us Blacks as old-fashioned with tribal marks, clothes made of animal skins, tobacco teeth, and as people who still build and live in mud houses because Google can never update their database to suit the realities of the Blacks now. Honestly, I can’t be browsing on IQ and EQ, and I am getting results of only white people. Is this still about the regular search patterns or some stereotype thing, we would never know. But one thing we would never go wrong about is that Google can be racist to all sorts of things and people but white.
Often times, you would come across people arguing about something on and off social media over issues that they may or may not have deeper knowledge or the universal truth about than they already do. Bigotry plays a huge part in this and so does ego too. Everyone wants to be heard from their perspectives or beliefs but no one would be willing to listen from the other side or sides as the case may be. Every day we come across people like these, the "what can he possibly know that I don't already know?" My answer is always simple - A Whole Lot-
We underestimate the differences in people’s journey a lot. To me, that’s just like sitting on diamonds and you won’t even know it because we have trained our minds not to see beyond the obvious. Nothing restricts understanding than the constant desire to announce you have a golden spoon before you are even called to the table. There are also those who ask questions they already think they have the right answers to, only to interrupt you a million times because they would rather feel padded up with knowledge than actually being knowledgeable.
This often reminds me of a story I was told as a kid, about a professor and a Zen Master:
A famous and knowledgeable professor went to learn from an old Zen master. He asked the Master that he wanted to know who Zen is. But during the session, the Zen master noticed that the professor kept interrupting him. He kept talking nonstop, about his version of life and his understanding of everything. As soon as the Zen master realized this, he stopped explaining Zen to him and started making tea for the professor instead.
As the Zen master began to pour a cup of tea for the professor, the professor kept talking while still holding up his cup. The Zen master smiled gently and listened to what the professor was saying, but he never stopped pouring the tea. Soon the cup was filled to the brim, but he kept pouring. The tea overflowed, spilling onto the tray, the table and the carpet, until the professor could no longer stand it.
The professor stopped the master saying that the cup was overflowing. The Zen master smiled and told him: Exactly. If the cup is not empty, how can it make room for the tea? Now if you want to learn something new today, you have to go empty your cup.
To become empty is not to go back to zero; to become empty is to be neutral to things till you have enough evidence to take a stand on them. And for the movie lovers, this similar event occurred in “Doctor Strange.”
The 3 possible ways of learning how to be empty (open minded) would be:
You would be amazed by the amount of ideas and thoughts we miss during a group discussion, because we all wanted to say the most words. Reserve some thoughts so you wouldn’t end up with barren words. It’s okay not to know about what is being discussed. If for anything, that is the best time to take 2 steps back, listen, observe, sieve and retain. Learn to pay attention to details and reactions too. That’s how you learn new things every day.
To ask the right Questions:
Can you recall those moments you missed a call and the next thing you know, you get a long text from this person on how you ignored their calls? Or maybe you have that tendency of having enough words to say before you ask what happened? In as much as everyone reacts to situations differently, some situations just aren’t worth the hassle. The easiest way to get anyone interested in explaining what happened and why they did a thing would be to just ask them instead of complaining to everyone else about it. Believe me, this goes with a lot of people I have come across. Learn to address the problem, instead of everything else but the problem.
To learn Diplomacy:
It is no news that we are distinct humans with fixed ideas and preconceived beliefs. Understanding that all these preconceptions were learnt and adapted, should humble you enough to hear people’s opinions too about any issue. Sometimes people would seek the unblemished truth from you, beg you for your honesty. Often times, we are tempted to forget our own equation and give it to them raw, crude and blunt. Don’t. There are lot of ways to tell someone to go to hell without actually having to say it, that is to say, you go easy on them. Learn the art of passing a message without killing the receiver.
Be Deliberate, Be Open-Minded and Empty your Cup (Make room always for new ideas and opinions)
It was a very stressful evening. My younger sister had just finished writing her Post U.M.E and we were heading back to my apartment when my phone rang. It was my elder sister.
Sis: Eberechukwu, tell Neche; I want you guys to meet me at "Ntachiosa" by 4:00pm
Yes!!! How did you know I was hungry sef, OK no problem.
Sis: Call Amara too, you know that girl knows how to waste time... Aii, I said as she dropped the call.
By 4:10 my kid sister and I headed to Town. On reaching my elder sister wasn't there.
What kind of rubbish is this, I said to my sister who wasn't listening to me because she was busy snap chatting. As we headed to the eatery, on getting in, I saw a very fair, handsome bearded looking fella. ‘Mehn Enugu has fine boy’s, I thought to myself as I rolled my eyes up and down his face. He was with a friend. I continued my journey upstairs. Few minutes after we got seated my sister came in. While we were gisting, the fair guy and his friend walked up and sat on the table next to ours with a flower vase demarcating us. He had noticed me. I didn't want to act desperate; I had to look away, laughing hysterically at every sentence my sister made which wasn't funny. I was getting hungry, eager to make another move when my elder sister asked me to go order for food. Wow, what an opportunity to show my skills. Getting up, he too got up. I didn't know if he was heading home, my heart sank. I wasted a little time trying to know his destination. Well, he was going to order for food too. Immediately I adjusted my hair. Picked my phone and cat-walked to the confectionery.
As I ordered, I noticed his eyes staring at me. He would walk past me and walk before me. I feigned I didn’t notice. I was enjoying the whole scenario. His friend noticed. I guessed they had talked about it. After standing for barely minutes of ordering nothing he headed back to his seat, this time he turned the chair towards my direction (don't ask me how I knew, I flipped my hair 100times). My food was ready. I got chicken ofeakwu with rice and a can of Ribena. Walking to my table, we looked each other eyeball to eyeball. I wanted to blink but Nah, I have to show this nigga who the boss is. I've been in this eye contact business for so long. His eyes got locked in mine, I felt my body misbehaving. He was getting me enchanted, I almost fell. I quickly looked away and dropped my tray on the table. He smiled. Nonsense Yoruba demon, I cursed under my breath. To worsen it, the waiter forgot to put my cutlery. I had to stand again, never. I sent my kid sister who reluctantly went. As I ate, both young men would gist and look at me. I was feeling uncomfortable, my food wasn't going down well. Like why won't this guy just man up and ask for my number.
After a while, I noticed they both stood up and left. I wanted to swallow my pride and walk up to him. I wanted a boyfriend and the Lord had sent him in a beautiful chocolate vanilla caramel ice-creamed package, but my pride couldn't go down because it was still under construction. Well after everything I watched the Love of my life walk out of the eatery and off my life. I had hoped I was going to see him again, Enugu is a small world, I consoled myself.
Fast-forward to how my day went. My sisters and I had fun. We ate, talked about a lot of things, and took pictures. It was a jolly good day but I still wailed for losing the love of my life.
Walking down to get a taxi, Lo and Behold my missing rib was actually waiting for me downstairs. "Oh thank you, Jesus”. I whispered. I promised I was going to approach him this time. But my pride crept in again. I raised my head up high. Face straight, slowly shaking my tiny ass, walked past him, acting like I didn't care yet seriously praying he would talk to me.
Hey, excuse me, I heard a masculine voice.
I wasn't Samuel; I didn't see any reason why I would wait for him to call me three times before I answer. I quickly turned, giving my sisters a go ahead sign.
“Yeah, hello”. I said looking straight to his face. At this point grasping every moment I could, by taking judicial notice of his soft kissable pink lips. Curly Hebrew beards, Phyno enchanting eyeballs, straight Pinnochio nose, beautifully arranged set of teeth and a heartwarming dimple to crown it all. I knew he was the Messiah I've been waiting for.
"Uhm, My name is Obum. I saw you upstairs, I just wanted to tell you that you're beautiful".
At that point my body was already under going another level of construction. I think I wanted to poop. I felt my tummy wiggle.
At that point I had two options. First to say
"Awwwwwwwwwww, thanks a lot" or to say " Oh so finally you decided to talk abi?
I did the later. Trying hard to maintain a good composure, his friend chuckled, don't mind him, he’s a shy boy.
Oh really. Fine big rich boy is also a shy boy. (I knew he was rich, his perfume gave him out). It was "YvesStLaurent's Oud Ambsolu-M7". Besides they were in a white Bentley and his skin was way out of Fan level). That moment my bitchy attitude came out in full form. I stared him deep in the eyes while we exchanged numbers.
By 11:39pm, I got a text.
"Hey, it's Obum the guy you met at the eatery. Hope you got home safely, just checking up on you."
I didn't reply. I knew if I had replied he would know I was awake and thus engage me in a chat.
The next day he called. We spoke at length. From phone calls we graduated to video calls. We got very attached to each other. We talked every day on video calls. I was head over heels for him. He was so different. I had announced to my friends that I was finally in love. They took it as a joke, because I barely stayed in a relationship after I had suffered a serious breakdown from my ex. Seeing his picture, they concluded he was a fuck boy. They knew what I had gone through in the past. They didn't want it to repeat itself. I didn't want to believe them, yet didn't want to put all eggs in one basket, thus we started our investigation. My friends located his instagram handle. He just had three pictures. Two were birthday wishes to his friends, one, a quote by Mahatma Gandhi which read "The more you look the less you see".
He was a creepy guy. The one that busted my bubble was when I asked him for his face book ID and he said he wasn't on face book. Like who isn't on face book?? To cut the long story short, the guy I met at the eatery, my "he is different kind of guy" was actually a bi-sexual. My friends had gone through the post of the guys he wished happy birthday on his ig, checked their own page. Who they followed, who followed them. While doing the detective work, they stumbled on a follower and that follower was my cute baby's main I. G account, where he promotes homosexuals, with pictures of him and his co-workers caressing each other.
I confronted him. He cut the call and blocked my number.
Till this day, my heart is still bleeding. I thought I had finally found my Romeo. After my previous relationship, I thought I would never fall in love again, but Obum came and made me fall for him. I had transferred all the love I had for my ex to him, only to realize that he was bisexual. I was one of his toys. Now I know why it took him hours to gain courage to talk to me, I guess he wasn't used to the female folk. Had I known, I would have been a Samuel and waited for him to call me thrice.
Most nights, I ponder and ask myself, is he not missing me? Like was all the calls, laughter and long talks all fake? Does it mean he never had feelings for me? Why do guys do the things they do? Why would they Kindle a fire in a girl’s heart and leave her burning? Why?
I am hurt. I wish I wasn't writing this but that's how I met the last of the male specie. Until nature proves otherwise, I swear not to ever have anything to do with them.
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My name is Eberechukwu Ngwu and I exhume happiness. My dreams are a lot bigger than I am. I love to write and express myself through written words.
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I had a recent
argument with my girl friends; we were trying to dictate the terms that
classified one as ‘beautiful’. If she has this, she’s definitely beautiful, if
she doesn’t have that, she definitely can’t be called beautiful. We went on and
on, classifying women of races and culture. Adaeze (I’ve always known her to be
opinionated) hit a solid point,
‘So you guys are trying to say, if she looks like Kim kardashian; curvy, pleasing to the eye and ready to get naked she’s beautiful but if she looks like Serena Williams (a bit muscular) she’s not? So slay queens and baby mama’s and models are beautiful but athletes and female footballers are not? Please! Why do the naked ones have to be the beautiful ones? I simply don’t agree. If a woman has boobs and ass (these days mostly surgery oriented) and dresses shabbily to display these acquired assets she’s so dope, but a simple woman with minimal boobs and ass, not a fan of makeup and is more inclined to dress conservatively she’s not so beautiful? That is totally biased.
I blamed neither Ada nor the rest of us for our different opinions. We can’t all think alike. But then as I thought harder about it, these beliefs we held about the subject matter didn’t spring out of nowhere, something must have stirred us to think that way. Probably a personal experience or what we’ve constantly feed our minds with and it inadvertently channelled our school of thought in that direction. But then again, it’s a personal belief; it is not founded on proof or certainty. The society has feed us images and ideologies of what is beautiful. Society has been basing the definition of beauty on looks for as long as mankind can remember. We take a look at someone and immediately judge what we see. As a society, we are doing everything we can to achieve this standard of looking beautiful. Surveys taken all over the world are coming up with crazy statistics about women wanting to change their bodies. One done by Allure magazine showed that 85 percent of women say they want their hips narrower, 93 percent of women say that the pressure to look younger is greater now that it has ever been and 97 percent of women said they wanted to weigh less. Why? So you can be “beautiful”? The definition of beauty has dangerously twisted how we see ourselves and one another. Is natural beauty no longer good enough?
But who is to dictate what is beautiful? Your body structure was ordained by God, blessed by your heritage, transcribed from your genes and here you are! Nobody gets to say this person is beautiful and you are not.
Feeling beautiful starts with first feeling unconditional love for yourself. I know self-love can be overrated but it really is one of the most broken commandments there is. God tells us to Love thy neighbour as yourself. That means we have to learn how to love ourselves before we can be a true catalyst of love for others. Do you have a deep appreciation for who you are and what God has created you to be? Love yourself as you are right now! No one gets to decide who is beautiful.
Your relationship does not require your outwards looks, your fluency in English, your pride, your class. A successful relationship requires your humility and your understanding. To crown it all it requires a good attitude because your attitude is everything. Your attitude reflects you, everybody has an attitude but the question you should ask yourself is does my attitude propel me along?, does it help me overcome obstacles?, does it help me deal with the challenges of life (that is the challenges in your relationship)?, does it help you accomplish your goals in your relationships? Or does your attitude slow you down or stops you entirely?
Our attitude affect everything we do including our relationship, we have had the story of the 10 virgins. The 5 virgins that had with them extra oil and the other 5 virgins without extra oil. The extra oil here is your attitude, both the women and the men .what attitude do you have?
GUYS! Make your woman feel loved and you will get the best of her , always lift your woman up and remind her that no other woman is her level in your eyes. She should not feel like she is in a competition with any other woman for you attention. THAT`S AN ATTITUDE! Do not get too busy, create out time for her. Build an attitude of listening, the reason God put you in that position is for you to listen to your woman because there is no one else there to listen to her. Build an attitude of respect because no matter how little a woman is, she deserves to be respected. Build an attitude of understanding because no one else will understand her if you don`t. Build an attitude of care because she cherishes that a lot.
LADIES! : Behind every successful man there is a strong woman THAT’S THE ATTITUDE. God created the woman to support the man but in our today’s world our women are not supporting our men, some women are just after the money some do not even care to know the source of this income. My dear ladies when you are so dependent on a man he sees you as a liability, and no man will want to end up with such woman. So create that attitude of hard work, believe me he will fall in love with you over and over again.
In conclusion, two good attitudes make a good and successful relationship, your attitude affects everything you do including your relationship.
About the writer
About the writer
Chinecherem Lawrencia Ogbu is currently studying Biology and Computer science education at the Enugu state college of education technical. She loves travelling, reading, listening to inspirational talks and writing.
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is a term used to describe somebody who is very overweight with a high degree
of body fat. There are a number of ways a person’s weight can be assessed. The
most widely used method is body mass index. Body mass index BMI is your weight
in kilograms divided by your height in meter square. You can use the HNS
choices BMI healthy weight calculator to work out your owe BMI.
If your BMI is between 25 and 29, you would be considered overweight. If your BMI is between 30 and 40, you would be considered obese, if your BMI is over 40, you would be considered very obese (known as morbidly obese). Another useful method is to measure around your waist. People with very fat waist (94cm or more in men and 80cm or more in women) are more likely to develop obesity related health problems.
CAUSES OF OBESITY
Most cases of obesity are caused by a person eating more calorie than they burn off, and the unused calories being turned into fat. Modern lifestyles also do not help: there is easy access to cheap, high energy/calorie food that is often marketed aggressively. People’s lifestyles and jobs are much less active than in the past. Many leisure activities, such as watching TV, playing games and browsing the internet, are usually done sitting down. People drive or use public transport and tend to walk a lot less than they used to.
THE RISK OF OBESITY
Being obese increase your risk of developing a number of serious and potentially life-threatening disease such as type 2 diabetes, heart disease, some type of cancer (breast cancer and colon cancer), stroke. In addition, obesity can often trigger depression.
There are four 4 main goals in the treatment of obesity, they includes:
1. Preventing further weight gain
2. Gradually losing weight through a combination of calorie-controlled diet and regular exercise
3. Avoid regaining back any lost weight
4. Improve general health and reducing the risk of obesity-related complications.
Some people prefer a one-to-one consultation with a trainer or dietitian, while some prefer being part of a weight loss group, which can either be organized by local clinical commissioning groups (CCGs) or through commercial organizations.
TO WORK OUT YOUR BMI
Divide your weight in kilograms (kg) by your height in meters (m) then divide the answer by your height again to get your BMI
For example; if you weigh 80kg and you’re 1.75m tall, divide 80 by 1.75 the answer is = 45.7
Then divide 45.7 by 1.75 again, the answer is 26. This is your BMI.
ABOUT THE WRITER
Onyebueke Chinedu Franklin is a fitness instructor at Lilburn Health and Fitness Center. He has over Eight (8) years experience working as a gym and aerobics instructor in three (3) different gyms in Enugu metropolis.
Reach out to him on instagram @xkampido
I met a barefaced bitch the other day.
I don't know why I assumed they were no such women in the world again. I was skeptical about sharing my experience as it happened because there's a chance she'll read this and have the satisfaction that I wrote about her but then (I cant use the f word, i would have said but then i don't give a f***).
I was having this terrible day, I woke up late and got to work late. I was supposed to drop off a waybill at the park before coming to work but since i was already horribly late, I figured I could round up from the office on time and run the errand. I don't know if the fates were against me on this particular day, but I finished later than usual. Trying to not drown in this cursed day, I rushed towards the park. As you can already predict, I got there late too. I met a very pretty lady at the waybill office. I greeted her and went ahead to explain my life story to her, how I really needed to send the waybill today and I'm sorry I'm few minutes late. This very fine girl (probably my age) looked up from her computer and gave me this incredulous gaze accompanied with a stone cold eye roll. She pointed to the clock on the wall that read 5:10pm and said with such disdain, 'we close by 5'.
My first thought was ..okay.. no need to be harsh bae
I quickly rushed ahead to explain myself further; 'Yes I'm aware you guys have closed but please help me run this abeg, i really need to do it today'
' See my friend we have closed, me am about leaving, don't disturb me abeg come back tomorrow'.
What a wawu.
The thing is if she had been polite I would have actually left, after all I was late but her tone was just too infuriating. I quickly made a decision.
'I'd like to see your manager please, I wish to explain myself to him.'
This fine girl pointed to a seat behind me and asked me to sit let her go and fetch her manager. Good enough. I was preparing the perfect speech to throw at her manager once I see him and tell him about their amazing customer service, when a really cool young man walked in. We greeted and I informed him that the lady behind the desk would be back shortly. Before I was done with the sentence, she walked back in. No manager in sight. The guy smiled at her and explained he was stuck in traffic and that was why he was late but it would really make him happy if she attends to him. Dude really? Make you happy ke? I was waiting for the whole 'we have closed trashing' I got when the girl replied him;
'But you're late nau and we have closed'
Fresh boy: Yes I know, you won't believe the traffic jam I just experienced please just help me.
'We don't usually do this sha o, in case of next time. Just try and come on time or you send somebody okay?
Fresh boy: Yes, yes, of course thank you very much.
And just like that, she took his package and attended to him! in my very before! I mean WTFFFF I just kept staring at her pointedly, she tried so hard to avert my eyes. She finished attending to him and the guy left.
'Errmm our manager has gone o, just bring the stuff let me do it for you so I can start going'
It just hit me that she didn't even give me feedback about the manager when she walked back in initially, I just stood up and left. God knows nothing will take me back to that park again. Even if the world is ending and they were the only hope.
I talked to my sis the moment I got home, she wasn't even surprised. She told me she has had her fair share of bad customer services especially from women. She gave me a simple advice, 'Take a guy along with you next time, and let him do the talking, you'll see the difference'
Bet why? Why can't women be nice to their fellow women, why the need to be so disrespectful for no reason? I hate to generalize but I also spoke to a couple of my friends about the incident and they confirmed the same bad treatment from women and I'm like Why are Enugu girls so bitchy?? Angel face, devil thoughts...
her alarm rang. Oh! Please not today, she cursed under her breath. She thought
of the excuses she would give in other not to make it to work that Monday
morning. The news was everywhere. How was she going to face those busy body
nurses?, she thought. Argh!!! she screamed while covering her mouth with her floral
pillow. She had cheated on her fiancee with his best friend. Actually her fiancee had caught her red handed wearing his friend’s boxers and just a bra in
Her fiancée took the engagement ring and the car he had bought her which She had showered off to virtually everybody who wanted to or didn’t want to hear or see it.
Now how the hell would she walk into the hospital??
Ogonna was a hot, proud sassy nurse, who was vigorously cheeky and sarcastically meekly. She was bold and beautiful, with a skin as light and stunning as the sun. She went to one of the best universities but graduated with the worst results. Thanks to her fermine skills, she got everything she wanted. She was an only child of a divorced parent.
Ogonna was dutifully lazy and also avoided work. She have been queried numerous times and she was given a last warning, hence the inability to avoid work that Monday morning.
Besides the last time she said she was sick, her matron asked her to come to work, that the hospital is where the sick receives healing and not at home. She would have loved to say somebody died, but she had exhausted that lie too.
What a day, she sighed as she sluggishly got down from the bed, got refreshed and headed to work.
On getting to work, her white satin had been stained with mud from the flags of the bike’s tyre…. She breathed heavily and walked in, with her shoulders high. She was readyfor anything.
“it’s not that bad” she said to herself.
Walking in, she saw some nurses giggling and chuckling at a corner, 'nonsense low life', she whispered and walked to her desk.
“Miss Ogonna” her matron called, there’s a patient who just had an accident, he is admitted in room 101, private ward 2, attend to him and write a report on why you came 20mins late to work.
“if this woman knows how I’m feeling toady eh, she will just respect herself and not assign any duty to me now”.
Grudgingly, she stood up and headed to room 101. A guy had a motor accident with a sprained knee and a deep cut on his elbow.
Opening the door it was Chizzy, Ogonna’s admirer back then in college.
“Can today become any worse” she muttered.
Chizzy was the 'biggest boy' in university that year. A big Casanova, spoil, disrespectful and a bully. Ogonna hated him. In fact Ogonna hated everyone, she was a coded sadist.
Chizzy was a final year engineering student, when Ogonna got into the university. Ogonna was one of his “August rush” . He wanted to play his usual games, but Ogonna was no match for him.
Countless times he would see Ogonna trekking to school and would try picking her up, but she would arrogantly walk away shaking her tiny butt.
He kept betting with his friends that he must get her before leaving the university but to his disappointment he didn’t. He tried using money, gifts and everything je could think of to woo her, but each time he tried, she hated him the more.
“Do you think I am like other girls? Do I look like am lacking anything ? See, the next time you block my way again with this your 2001 kcee Limpopo inspired borrowed outfit I will so smash your wind screen”
Ogonna threatened one day as she left the school canteen.
After that fateful day, they never saw each other again and behold today he was admitted in the hospital and she was the nurse who was assigned to him.
She shoved off the thoughts and treated his wounds, put him on drip and left quietly before he woke up.
Her matron wasn’t making the day any easy for her.
“What a horrible day” she said as she undressed and fell on her bed thinking of her fiancée. She dialed his number, he still didn’t pick up.
The next day she got to work, acting so hardworking, she greeted her matron politely, headed to the pharmacy unit and tired dispensing off some drugs when her matron asked her to go check room 101.
Jeez, what i was avoiding! This women must be a wizard.
She was sure chizzy would be awake by now. Heading in, Chizzy of course, recognized her.
Hey, what are you doing here, he said trying to sit up. "I came to buy tomatoes" she replied sarcastically.
"You’ve not changed o, after all these years."
"yanyayachange o" she mimicked him
"Better bring out your hand and keep shut before the needle pierces another part of your body" she threatened as usual. Chizzy smiled and shook his head.
"You look grown and lady like though", he said as she walked out of his room, shaking her butt, this time it wasn’t small no more. That was the only thing that changed about her.
Gradually Chizzy got better, but still feigned slight illness, in order to see Ogonna, but he couldn’t cheat science. He was discharged few days later.
There is this proverb that says; you can’t remove the spot on a leopard’s skin......
Few days later, Ogonna took an excuse from the hospital. Her excuse was that her only surviving aunt was sick and they called her in the village to come back home. The leave was granted. Ogonna was given three days leave, but she didn’t return for a week. She had already cooked up a story to tell, unfortunately for her, the hospital had investigated i.e one of her colleagues, who disliked her, had actually snitched and found out that nurse Ogonna had actually traveled to Abuja and was busy posting pictures of her having fun on her snapchat. She screen shotted the pictures as evidence and reported to their matron.
On her return, Ogonna was dismissed from the hospital. She tried explaining, but her usually truancy was despicable.
Few months after the dismissal, she decided to manage her aunt’s boutique. It was a big couture on the island. "At least I will get to meet new people" she thought.
One day a well dressed lady, stopped by to shop. As she was leaving she found out that the tyre of her car was deflated.
She thus made a call to the house for them to come pick her up. Getting to the store it was Ogonna, Chizzy saw.
Biannam, kenekwanwa, oyeliu m aka we bupute if a m gotecha, the old woman said, addressing Ogonna. Its nothing ma, ogonna said, politely
Seriously ???Chizzy’s expression showed utmost surprise. Ogonna he knows nice???.
Thanks a lot, he said, shaking ogonna’s hand and dragged her by the side.
"Why are you following me this boy?" She said
"Can I get your number now, maybe we could talk later, my mum is waiting"
No!,Ogonna still refused.
"Oh heavens! This girl is the most annoying person on earth", chizzy mumbled.
The next day, Chizzy stopped by in the guise that his mum sent him. He wanted to see Ogonna.
On sighting him Ogonna wondered the kind of stubborn spirit that was pushing him.
"Can I help you?" She asked .
looking for someone" he replied
As they were talking, a richly dressed gentle man stepped in, Ogonna adjusted her hair, ignoring chizzyand faced the man.
"Are you busy?" the gentle man asked?
"Yes, we are" Chizzy hastily replied, before ogonna could speak.
"She’s my fiancee"
“Jesus is Lord” Ogonna murmured
"I am sorry sir, don’t mind him" Ogonna said to the guy as he proceeded to leave.
"Do you see what you’ve caused this boy?"
"The earlier you listen to me and give me your number the better for both of us, because I will not stop disturbing you, especially now I know where you work, he said grinning".
Ogonna knew she couldn’t do anything again, she had to give him, the number.
“I will call you at night, pick up unless you know na” he said smiling wickedly walking out".
Ogonna smiled. Something inside her was enjoying the whole drama.
Chizzy called as he promised. Ogonna ignored the first call, immediately he sent a text.
“You don’t want to start now”
He called a second time, she picked.
"What?" she said.
"Is that how they greet in your village", he replied
"Biko, talk fast I was doing something before you called" Ogonna lied.
"Why do you dislike me so much? I’ve changed. I am not the university guy you use to know" Chizzy said
"At least you should know even people don’t chase money the way I’ve chased you. Nature keeps bringing us together, but you keep fighting it"
"Bia, Are you done? because you’re making me sleepy oh"
"Hmmm, I just want to let you know that all my life, no girl has put me through the stress you have put me. I know I wasn't a nice guy back then but I can bet you I'm a changed guy. Take good care of yourself, Goodnight."
As he dropped the call, Ogonna laughed hysterically, She had conquered the Almighty Babylon.
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