You Could Be The Next Victim Of Yahoo Boys, Believe It Or Not!

The 21st Century has been adjudged to be the age of enlightenment where nothing is anymore hidden under the sun. People have become smarter and more knwoledgeable about things that it would take a miracle for somebody to still be ignorant of certain basic things e.g internet scammers!!!! Recently, my email spam box was filled with junks from really really retarded fellows seeking for some assistance and bearing some unfamiliar names, telling some really stupid tales. Geez, dont let me bore you with explanations. Read the fol
lowing mails sent to me and tell me how dumb these dudes called yahoo-yahoo boys (or gurls?)  are.

MEET RISSIKAT BADE THE NIGERIAN BORN MISSLONDON

With reality shows scouring the streets for the next Kate Moss reams of young girls dream of being crowned the country’s next top model. But one young beauty queen is taking her new-found success in her stride, balancing her catwalk career with her studies.Rissikat Bade, 21 was named Miss London earlier this year but despite winning a year’s modelling contract with Muse Management UK she is determined to continue with her law degree.

GENEVIEVE NNAJI AT A PARTY FOR DOLCE & GABBANA IN LONDON

Recently, Dolce n Gabanna had a party in London where the like of Queen Latifah, Naomi Campbell, Kelly Osbourne, Alexander Burke, Solange Knowles were. Our own Genevieve was also there!Atta gurl!

WHO IS THIS?

THE NETHERWORLD (1): ARRIVAL OF THE LIVING DEADS

I was subconsciously woken up by the unpleasant cries of agonized voices and foul lingering smells of burnt flesh around me. My tractor-heavy head swayed and my blood-shot eyes tried to open. I felt a zillion pangs of pain shoot through my veins and arteries every millisecond. In my sub consciousness, I could sense the pool of liquid I lay in. The foul odour occupying the air around my nose indicated it could only be blood. I tried raising my body, but it felt like ten logs of iroko bound together. It was impossible. I tried feeling for my legs, but they were dead – immovable. At that point, my mind started racing through several thoughts. Was I dead? Was I paralyzed? Was I dreaming?

SEX AND THE SIXTY

S.E.X: Just a three letter word, right? Wrong! Okay, don’t get me wrong. I went to school. It is a three letter word, alright. But, not just a three letter word. If it were just a three letter word, Pastors would preach about it every Sunday with blatant impunity; parents would tell their kids about it without fear or flavour; biology teachers would exorcise it without unnecessary colouration in the name of “when boy meets girl” etc. S.E.X is not just a three letter word. And I am a living testimony to that. My life started with sex (thanks to mom and dad) and it ended with same. This is not a vulgar piece (please don’t think towards that direction; you’ll be doing yourself a great disservice). It is an apocalypse of sex and the sixties.