15 October 2012

African Calabash Fruit Heals All Kinds of Cancers













In Nigeria, this tree fruits is called Igba because of its multipurpose usefulness to make a lot of household items. By cutting in two this Calabash Fruit and cleaning out the inside, letting it dry till it has a blond or coffee brown color, you have made two bowls for (food) to be precise, pounded yam and vegetable soup in the Yoruba Dark Age times. You can use the lid of this calabash Fruit to collect water when bathing or doing laundry at the stream which was where most chores that had to do with water were done in those days. In some part of Nigeria up till date, some still use this Calabash Fruit bowls to drink palm wine and make the musical instrument called Shekere with beads adorning its body.


Now with this Calabash Fruit that contains the most miraculous healing properties you can ever imagine, you can make a juice which is not too hard to do. Open this fruit and scrape out all the inside material, chop it into small pieces and then squash it.  Once it is well squashed into a mush, you then boil it for thirty minutes before draining the juice through a cloth to remove the juice and leave the unwanted matter for disposal as nothing will eat this waste product. Once it cools, put it into bottles and refrigerate it, then drink it and heal no matter your ailment!

Go to this site http://liveinthephilippines.com/content/the-many-uses-of-the-calabash-tree/ and scroll to the comments to see the testimonies of people of white color. Read what they are saying about this wonderful healing fruit that has its root from Africa.

Also click on this site to see what Stephanie Rose Bird has written about this healing tree in her book entitled A Healing Grove  http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/healing-grove-stephanie-rose-bird/1111912879 



I went to an office so I could see an uncle for a job. I was filling the plastic cup with water from the dispenser when he walked in introduced a fine looking lady to me. She looked at me with lots of admiration she was the talking type with a lot of sense. So I said to myself this is a lady I could relate to. We got talking from fashion, to what a woman should do to support herself, husband and children, if things goes bad financially in a marriage etc; then, she brought up a woman’s case that lives in London suffering cancer. According to her, this woman would pass away December this year.

Then, I told her about the Calabash Fruit. It took like thirty minutes before this lady was convinced that this calabash fruit would work for this cancer patient who has been written off! It is sad that many countries like Nigeria blessed with nature don’t value it. I gave this lady description on how the woman in London could purchase the calabash fruit over there in London. If she did it, I wouldn’t know. She was more about making money, saying that if the calabash fruit works then, she is into the money making business.

How many must die before you help someone? Won’t your unbelief send you to your early grave? I thought about a lot of things this morning before I put this article together. And not that it was easy for me to sit down and write this article when I have loads of productive write-ups to do. But who knows, how many lives I would by saving through this article?  CANCER MUST DESIST FROM HER MIDST. And we would explore every means we know to make it go away.
  
I would be writing about this in my novel Seconds Wish Forever a Curse to bring more awareness on the several healing of the Calabash Fruit.

Do you know that this Calabash Fruit Juice also cures low ejaculation? If you have anything bothering you that you can’t say here in the public, don’t hesitate to ask for my email address and we’ll talk about it. If you have any question as to how many cups you should take a day as a cancer patient, please feel free to ask.

More posts to come on natural healing fruits.

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Thank you!



04 October 2012

Film Blog: Screenplay / Genre #2




Genre groups movies by like kind and classifies audience expectation. Audiences know the principles and peculiarity of their favorite stories, so they will instantly know if you are out of touch with the genre. Truly special movies, nevertheless, not only meet audience expectation, they transcend it. In other words, they go beyond what’s been done before.

The Godfather, Saving Private Ryan, and Alien were landmark films because they transcended audience expectation in their individual genres (Gangster, war, and horror). To write a screenplay, short story or a novel on this level, you must master the genre you specialized on or that you are working on.
There are has been much written on the topic of genre, however the best way to master a genre is to watch movies, read novels and read scripts. This applies to movies, books bad and good, old and new. By doing this you will know a particular genre is placed in its group. It also helps to visit cinemas and interview people to find out what they look for in a particular genre. 

Another way to get familiar with different genres is to go online and download scripts. Script daily  http://www.dailyscript.com/ is a good site that has readily available scripts for your study.

The following lists are some of the popular genres.

Action Adventure – stories about quests, survival, and rescue

Animation – stories with cartoon characters, puppets or computer 

Buddy – stories about friendship 

Coming of Age – stories about maturation 

Crime – stories about private eyes and detectives 

Cop – variation on crime genre where the focus is the world cops

Mystery – a variation on crime genre where the opponent is unknown for much of the story (a “who done it”)

Horror – stories about the occult, supernatural and monsters

If you want to know more about this I will suggest you go to film school or a college among others.  Priezo Film and Media Schools is a good one coming your way soon. With them you can sit at home anywhere in the world and do your studies. And you can either do a certificate course with them or just enroll for knowledge gaining‘s sake.

I will be coming your way next with genre in novel writing before we discuss “Concept.”

27 September 2012

Fashion Eksbition Blog Cafe: Jolidon 2012 Designer Lingerie Spring-Summer










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Pick Up Yourself

When life hurts you so badly you feel there is nothing left than to give up. And the people you count on break your heart to the point of contemplating suicide. All around you nobody tells you there is a future for you. When you look in their eyes is doubt you see for the bright future you hold so dear. Pick yourself. Yes, you. I’m talking to you. Patch yourself back from the falls that has hit you for no good reason. Say to the Devil and his agents he’s failing over the glorious plans for your glorious destiny. 

Giant do fall, you know? Always remember that for those mountain that stand between you and your joy. Tell yourself you are making it no matter what happens. Encourage yourself with visions of victory because you are only being tested. And though it may last for a longer while, it will not be forever. Speak over your destiny it is well with your earthly journey.  Throw your spirit out from depression and break the enemies Jericho of pains, shame, lack, and rubbish in your life that drives love, peace, hope, good health, and success from your way.  God is a present help. 

My message to you and me, get out of that depression which has stop you from rising again. You can make it if you are steadfast and persevering.

Pick Up Yourself.

24 September 2012

Enugun Trip

In all my years that I've been attending burial ceremonies in Africa, I have never seen something like this before. And if you are not from Igbo land, I doubt you are in the same shoes with me. The way the affluent Igbos, do their burial ceremonies, I must say is quite different from yours. It's like giving out the princess in marriage. I was thrilled! Let's browse the trip photos together.

                                          Me and Lily here in Lagos, getting set for the trip





 In this fully AC bus, is I and Lily's sweet family. We were having real fun. I feel sad for the driver who couldn't share in our enjoyment!








                  Arriving Enugun. Sorry, I informed this crazy picture. Don't I like being funny? Oh, yes, I do!

 


                                   Lily's Grandma. May the gentle soul of the woman rest in peace




                                         Someone in a sleeping mode here. God help Lily with food.


                                Killing one of the cows here. Oh, God, I hate blood! Closing my eyes!


                          That's me next to  B baby. She is going to make a wonderful house wife



                                                                   Myself and Lily



                                         These local musical instruments gave me thrill. I like them!






When I first saw the women came in through the house gates with crates of mineral on their heads, I marveled. Because the cases where I had seen this happened at my place was at traditional weddings. Hmm. The Igbos' ways of doing burial ceremony is quite different from the Yoruba's in a nut shell. This wasn't the only women group that attended the ceremony, they came in batches.



The whooshing instrument on this woman's ankles gave me lot's of shrill. Not a bad one though. Just something that made me feel like I should belong to a world that has existed long before I came to the world. I love African culture.









This is another woman that gave me serious shrill. Whose says we don't have sweeter culture in Africa, Nigeria?







                                         No woman must go to near these masquerades

Trip down to the village can be fascinating. I hope you will embark on one very soon and make Enugun City your first stop!








What Could Be Possibly Wrong?





‘My goodness, what happened to you?’ Bimpe asked, setting aside the TV remote she’s been using to tune the television to her favorite station.

Debby’s hand went to her disarrayed, mahogany plaited hair. ‘You mean my hair? It’s like something rubbed in the dust. The dry season is causing dirt out there.’

‘I mean all of you,’ Bimpe looked at her friends’ dirty hair, the purple blouse she was wearing to her sunken eyes to her overall bruised cheeks. Only her lips had a faint lipstick color, undoubtedly, from her looks, the newly found boyfriend which will no doubt become husband three, has been punching her again. ‘You like look shit.’

‘Thanks,’ Debby said surly, reaching for her handset.

‘No offense,’ Bimpe said. ‘Is everything okay?’

‘Everything is fine.’

‘No, it is not. You know, you cannot continue with this guy that beats you up at any slightest fault? He does not even respect the fact that you are ten years older than him.’ Bimpe took an infinity paused looking in her friend’s eyes for understanding. ‘You can’t possibly go ahead with the wedding.’

Debby looked back to her distant memories, and then tears flooded her eyes. She remembered when she and Bimpe were kids, how she used to go to Bimpe’s house to eat because she was always starving, and things were bad for parents financially. The memories brought a curl to Debby’s red, plum lips, albeit being a woman of vision she had tried to become somebody in life. 

Today marked twenty years she became British citizen and a certified matron. However, she had no single house to herself in Nigeria, no car, and in London she moved from one’s friend’s house to another. Everyone she had brought to London who did not have half a good job as she did, have houses, cars and are happily married. 

What could be possibly wrong?

She had two sons. She had met their father twenty years ago on the social network facebook. After their marriage they got along so well, before things fell apart. After seventeen years of enduring the hard marriage life, Debby divorced the father of her two sons because she had believed he was beyond control and was unfaithful. Now the guy had the boys. The children wanted nothing to do with their mother. As a blogger I like to be honest and as my reader, I want you to be likewise honest. When a woman had spent seventeen years in her marriage, is she not suppose to endure whatever she faces in the marriage, when she has already come this far?

Bimpe shook her head, thoughts on her friend's life. Anyone who walked into Debby's Nigeria rented apartment that she would soon be ejected from, would think the picture of the big, fine strong man hanging on the walls was her legally married husband. But no, Frederick was one of her cherished rich boyfriends who wouldn’t leave his wife to be with Debby. She couldn’t count on her befuddle fingers how many pregnancy she had aborted for Frederick.

Now her thought came back to Marcus Debby's Nigerian, American newly found boyfriend she likewise met on facebook. She was pregnant with his child, their wedding was in two days, and she just found out he was married with three kids in U.S. and a newly born that made his children four. She couldn’t abort the baby she was carrying in her belly now, she couldn’t call off the wedding, and she had spent so much and inflated herself beyond her level. 

On the wedding day, Marcus claimed he forgot the platinum wedding rings he spent lots of money on and his groom suites back in there U.S. Was there any rings? Did he truly buy anything whatsoever for this wedding? NO. Marcus was the sort of men who went from one rich woman to another and dumped them once he finished ridding them of their material goods and money.

Bimpe’s younger sister quickly rushed to a nearby market to buy Debby a four hundred naira wedding rings, just before the groom made an absolute public spectacle of her sister's friend!

They bought the twenty years British citizen and a matron, four hundred naira wedding rings? Hmmm. I can’t help but release a heavy gasp at this point. I’m just so sad! Dear Readers, what do you think is wrong with Debby?

After the wedding, Marcus broke into Debby’s Nigeria apartment, packed all her material goods and returned to his family in the United State of America. Debby’s landlord threw the remaining of her things out. He had given her enough time to pay him the two years house rent she owed him and now he couldn’t cope anymore.

Debby is now in London begging to sleep in one friend’s house to another…

What Could Be Possibly Wrong With This Woman's Destiny?
  

   

19 September 2012

The Public Affairs Section of the U.S. Consulate General Lagos and IRep Communications five day film workshop for writers in Lagos

                                                               IRep Communications





                                                                 Michael Gozzard


                               Michael Gozzard, Femi Odugbemi, Makinwa Soyinka, Bene Uche


                                                       Olu Jacobs, Femi Odugbemi


                                                Jahman Anikulapo of Guardian Newspaper


                                           Michael Gozzard, during the workshop teaching us


                                                            The IRep Com Alumni


                                                       Myself and the other Alumni


                                                   Myself and Michael Gozzard


                                             Myself, Makinwa Soyinka, and Femi Odugbemi


                                                         Irep student group picture


Life couldn't be more sweeter, being at the same workshop with this adept creative people...