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The first edition of Miss Vogue Nigeria held in 2017 with the grand finale which kicked off on 10th December 2017  at Grace Place Event Center. The Event was sponsored by UBA bank, and organized by SOC Entertainment in collaboration with Galaxy360 media. The red carpet started at 4pm featuring a good array of guests from all works of life. The Event was hosted by Mr. Barango and Dooake. The highlights of the event followed the performance of the guest artistes like Dan Dizzy, Arinze Baba, KO baba, Legendary Suni, Adviser, Kella and many others. The grand finale came to an end with the crowning of the first ever Miss Vogue Nigeria 2017 Queen Erochukwu who was representing Jos Find pictures from the event below: Would you like to stay connected and get quotes that will inspire and motivate you? Follow our instagram page  @  JoyNgofaa'sblog To stay connected and get notifications on new posts, be a darling and subscribe. Don't for

Clothed in strength and dignity Wrapped in an apparel so alluring and pure A fragrance of kindness and truth Surrounds her very actions She never talks, but speaks She walks in abundance of grace Smile so powerful It can heal a wounded soldier She is without doubt A beauty to behold Poem by: Joy Ngofaa This poem was performed live on stage  at the grand finale of Miss Port Harcourt City Contest 2018. Would you like to stay connected and get quotes that will inspire and motivate you? Follow our instagram page @  JoyNgofaa'sblog To stay connected and get notifications on new posts, be a darling and subscribe. Don't forget to share also.. Big thanks.

I'm 26. I can't tell you my name. I'm a stripper at the local club. I have three kids: Tessy, the oldest, 14; Kaycee, 12; and Lace, she's 10. I don't know why I'm doing this. Maybe it's because I'm tired of holding it all in; maybe it's because I've done all I know to. Maybe it's because I don't want the kids to turn out like me. I'm tired of hearing people say "You shouldn't be a mother; you don't deserve those kids" The kids attend at the local school and it kills me every time Lace runs back home to tell on her teacher. He'd grope her and say "the stripper's daughter. Can you dance like your mum?" And It astounds me every time Kaycee wears my make-up, wig and hills and he'd always wear his sister's clothes. Tessy, She's all so grown up already. I beat her again yesterday. I know she's doing our neighbour, but she won't admit. But isn't this all my fault? Maybe

I still remember it like yesterday. It had been the first of January, last year. Our Reverend had been making the declarations, then he said "Someone here would miss her period before this month runs out" As expected we 16 and 17 year olds were hiding smirks and giggling silently. "How can he even say that?" My bestie, Ajoke had whispered to me where we sat in the choir stand. It was two days later Uncle Tobi, mum's younger brother had come to see us for the new year. He was a sailor or something like that, something having to do with working on the sea and he had that cute manliness that exudes from sea people. He always wore his flip flops around the house, you could eat from off his body. He was that neat. I adore him. I still do. "Nne" He'd usually call me, "serve my food in the sitting room please, I need to watch the match between Real Madrid and Chelsea." Or whatever clubs were the case. Football was the only thing he watc

When mama asked Sam to go to the store opposite their house to get her baking powder, neither her nor Sam knew their life was about to change. "I'm doing homework, mama” Sam had replied. “I'll cut your mouth if you say that to me again” Mama retorted. “Will you leave that seat now and go get me baking powder before I make you?” Mama said, her voice a whole notch higher. Grumbling, fifteen year old Sam closed his note to obey his Mama. He stretched and yawned as he stood. He had been sitting for an hour and some minutes. Sam was one of those teens that went to school because he had to. He didn't hate school, but he wouldn't say he love it either. In fact, he thought nothing of school. He just went because he had to. He had one year left before graduation, then he'll head for college. He looked at his wrist watch, the one his girlfriend, Jane had bought him when he turned fifteen. The time was 3:15pm. His girlfriend, Jane, for his birthday, had

She woke up with a stat Her hand went straight to her neck, seeking the comfort of the neckchain shaped like a moon. It was given to her by her late granddad. In the darkness, she stretched her hand forward. Already accustomed to that dark, she clicked the switch to her bedside lamp. Her room was immediately filled with a warm yellow, putting her heart at ease and bringing it back to its normal beat.  Still goosebumps rose on her skin. Her mind going on a shuffle, replaying the dream over and over like a video that wouldn't just stop. She looked at her bedside clock..               4:00 it read Her dreams were beginning to become an alarm clock. She pulled off the comforter and sat up straight her back resting on the wooden panel of her bed.     One thing was more vivid than the rest in her drean~ her grand father garbed in a white caftan with silver embroidery on the sleeves and neck, walked meticulously towards her, never reaching close enough for her to feel. He

I feel the cloud of sadness Upon my heavy head I should think the firmament Hasn't sent it's sun over my face My heart is sunken To the depths of my soul I'm driven to drunkenness and parties With the hope of laughter I find some merry Which soon fizzles out Just like the smoke in a chimney Low in my troubled soul The bridge calls out to me Singing to my freedom I could dive into the sweet melodies To the arms of fresh tormoil The drugs have promised peace One kiss and I'm at ease My sanity will then be gone Trapped in euphoria would I be The world has dished me many blows My heart races to and fro The weight of many pounds Upon my shoulders My pain no one cares to know When my hope of life is gone And then seek I to breath my last He calls me by his saving grace Embraced by love, I smile again The sun, it's spreads it's many rays Pouring laughter over me Written by:  Joy Ngofaa  Model: Nimi Ngiangia Would you

If it had not been that she was very familiar with his indigenous name, she would have waved it off as 'mistaken identity'. But then, his figure sat firmly beside the fair thin lady in an enfolded fashion. It had to be a dream, otherwise why would the 'man of her dream's' image be printed on a wedding invitation card, announcing his marriage to someone else. She read out the names again, this time more purposefully and slowly than before, then pinched herself to make certain it was all an ugly nightmare that was sure to be over soon. To her dismay, she felt the pain  in her skin and realized it was just as real as the fried potatoes she had for breakfast.         George was everything she had ever hoped for. His thin narrow face in-holding sharp bulgy eyes, with small almost pointed nose underneath. His lips were slightly red and slightly pouted. To top the icing on the cake, he was tall and built. Although she wasn't exactly particular about height in men,

All I want  is be wrapped up in your arms surrounded by the warmth of your love piercing deep within my soul All I want is the embrace of your love  curing my wounded heart Like an ointment upon my broken skin finding every hidden piece  All I want  is the safety of your coll the soft whispers of your breath that keeps my soul at peace within Written by: Joy Ngofaa  Would you like to stay connected and get quotes that will inspire and motivate you? Follow our instagram page @ JoyNgofaa'sblog To stay connected and get notifications on new posts, be a darling and subscribe. Don't forget to share also.. Big thanks.

The time is 10am. I decided to get breakfast first. We better return to our story. ______________________________ Gina was crying and Tracy was watching her. Her big eyes turned to me the minute I stepped in. “What are you doing?” I asked, slurring my words. I could hardly see anything, but I knew she was packing. She was packing a lot of her stuff. She just sniffled, ignoring me. I walked up to her, pulling her by her hair up. “I say why are you packing these things, Gina?” I asked again. I was surprised at my own voice. Next thing, I was on the chair. The sting of the slap told me what had happened. Gina had slapped me and I was too drunk on my feet to stand, I had slumped into the seat. I just sat there growling lowly, saying things I still don't understand. And somewhere in the part of my mind that was still alive, I could hear Gina's voice. “I loved you despite you making me a mother when I wasn't ready for it and I still loved you when you turned a drunk. B

I'm flipping pages. Flipping and fliping and flipping. Then one stops me. It's recognition that hits me actually. What's her picture doing in his diary? I remember that dress, then that night... Recognition pokes me in the chest again. Her legs are spread wide. And her lips have that bright smile. 'Slit' I mutter under my breath, my heart burning underneath my skin. I scan the writings on the page I found the the picture. I scan and scan, and read past a lot of words until I get it. No! It gets me actually. This was what he wanted me to see? To read to him? To swear to keep? Guilt stabs at me. Guilt at thinking he would ever cheat on me. Even if he did, I well do deserve it, but he didn't even On death bed, he still wanted to help.  He has always wanted to help, all his life, all his sad little life. "What took you so long,  Beetle" He's asking as I sit with the diary in hand. He has that youthly smile. The one that got me that firs

I'm an OAP at Uniport radio. My name is Bliss Eva. I rarely ever sit to write. It's just different now. There's a lot in my head, I need to unload I got a text yesterday: "vulnerability is strength, sweetie breath in, then breath out. You can't suck it all in." You will choke like that. Breath in, then breath out. Someone called in on the radio last week. Stella was her name. I was on air, and she should have requested a song, but she was crying. ”Hello, can you speak up please?” I said in my OAP voice. I wanted to say “this is not the call-in-cry-out-your-heart show” Sniff. Sniff “I’m Stella. I’ll die in less than five minutes” I should have ended the call at that minute brush it off with OAP sweet talk, but my hands froze on the control. Sniff, sniff. “Tell mum I really loved her. And dad, tell him we’ll meet in hell.” Sniff, sniff again “Bliss Eva” She sounded like she was talking from gritted teeth. “Stella” I whispered. It seemed like

  Sadness could be found bound behind the mask of a clown. Something i learnt too early in life. I am a woman, queen, seen with priceless smile, I wear the gown and bear the crown, I comb libraries and also my hair To look more beauty-fool for that's how i feel. Because within, i burn, even at dawn, Full of thoughts that i burn my bread in the oven too. As a queen, I'm healthy and ready, Everyone wants to see me happy, To smile and rule their world. And sadly, i have ruled out my world, Hidden in a closet, alone, a lone woman, I cry, I sigh, I die. I take off my Mask, the marks and scars scare me when i gaze into a mirror.  The pain in my heart, my hat in my hand.  My tears, fears for years,, no one cares. To know how i feel, no one dares. For I am a happy lady, sappy beauty, hardly worry. Am funny and rich, they want sum of money and some honey. Me, a helpless, hapless, hazy Lady. Poem by: Her Excellency. Mod

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I can't stop imagining how lucky this generation is. Yesterday night, Chigozirim came home with one small thing she called a phone.  She said I can call her with it whenever she is not at home.  She even said I can call Obioma, my son who lives at 'Obodo-Oyibo' far far China. I tried it and it worked. Obioma was happy to hear from me and we spoke at length. So this morning, I came outside and met Chigozirim with a rectangular shaped object, she had her attention concentrated on it, so much that she didn't notice when I walked in. The fresh breeze of the morning encouraged her concentration so much that I walked in totally unnoticed. I called out to her and she responded saying she was watching a movie. I was amazed. "Wonders shall never end! So this generation has finally made a television  📺 of this size, that you can even hold in your hands. Wow!  This is amazing." Chigozirim laughed so hard,  leaving me bewildered, wondering what exactly promot

"Who is it? It's Chike over here" I spoke into the phone trying to place the voice of the person speaking. It sounded female. "It's me. It's me, Chioma"  I almost blurted, "innocent". I just managed to bite my tongue. Innocent was the name our guy gang called her. She never had the slightest idea about it. "Hey, Chioma. What's up? How did you get my number?" I asked even though I knew I gave it to her. She recounted how I had asked for hers, which she didn't know offhand, hence I had given her mine. I held myself in check again as I almost hissed in slight disgust. Since 5 months and she's calling now? "Oh, so thoughtful of you to call" I said,  trying to hide the sarcasm in my voice. "Nothing much, sha. Just wanted to ask if you'll be in town for val" I heard her say almost in a whisper, like her mum was in the next room. (Good heavens. Mike did a great job naming her innocen

D-Great Sam in conjuction with Enactus Uniport are at it again with  their bi-annual classic: ORIGINAL ME, where you find your true potential and maximize your real self. This classic of ORIGINAL ME  is tagged: Passion at Work.  It promises to be worth attending,  with Music,  Dance,  Comedy and Motivation,  not to leave out the eatting etiquette competition. Date: 22 June,  2018 Time:10am Venue: Ebitimi Banigo Hall,  Abuja Campus,  Uniport Follow D-Great Sam on  Facebook

Hi its me again, remember me? the sperm that shot up your darling wife’s uterus. The wife you promised eternity. Hi its me again, and I damn well know I have introduced myself but let me eat my cake and have it, or I can’t have this too? like the happiness you promised us that ran further away the moment you told us of his visit. For the third time hi father, remember me ? I have replayed this scene in my head over and over and over again, the look in your face and the speed my heart would run. I have just one question, I know you would be expecting more, But I have just one. Do you regret having me? having us? getting married? And yes I know I said just one but goddamn it, with how many strings you have pulled, how could you expect just one. And yes I see your hands clinched by your side, but I dare you.. I God damn dare you to lift one finger on me. this is not the child you once pat to bed or the little kid that whimpered when you picked up your belt to teach a lesson Hi

Time goes, tick and tock, Not to pause, not to stop, Not a moment to be a friend. Not to care of how i do. Tragedies strikes, ship on the wreck, Hope and life all to sink, But greater heights my heart is set, So the struggle not to die. Risen From Ruins , the day is come, When crown shall be for crosses; Blessing for curses, boom for doom, And medal worn around my neck  Poem by: Her Excellency. Model: Tumminy Pepple

I presume you are reading this because you or someone you know is interested in travelling to Europe. Well, that is a good intention and it is right if done rightly. Human beings are naturally wired to want more out of life – more money, comfort, security, happiness and everything in-between. This quest for more, is what leads many to explore the universe for better opportunities and livelihood, a situation which necessitates movement from location to another – migration. For almost every ‘hustling’ Nigerian, traveling to Europe is a far better option than having to toil and turn here in Nigeria, at least, for the perceived economic opportunities, functional social systems, and public structures which are, unfortunately, absent in Nigeria just as with most other African countries. While the realities of a dysfunctional Nigeria are glaring, disturbing and unmotivating, many Nigerian youths are choosing to travel to Europe in search of a greener pasture, sadly, they are choos

Continued from  Part 1 Your head is still spinning round and round and round when you come back into the class. You ask everyone of your pupil to sit in their chairs and put their heads on their desk. The school is against such system of the kids idling away while they could be doing something, but you need the break, you try to convince yourself. Your face is buried in your palms on the table, your eyes shut tight, but the images keep flouting. One and two and three at a time. You keep hearing the voices over and over again. Lifting your head from the table, you put your hands over your ears to stop them from coming in. But they aren’t there. They are buried in your soul. And then you hear his voice, your life coach’s voice. He’s saying;               ‘ex-you were in the past, is- you are in the present, t- you will transcend to the future, that means to ‘exist’. But you want to do more than just exist. Everyone exists, only a few find their essence. ‘What is your essence

Today is Valentine, Jacob broke up with you over the phone because you wouldn't send him your nude.  Although you don't care too much,  a breakup is always a breakup. So thanks to Jacob,  your day was spoilt. You're a teacher in a Primary school, your dream job. It's not exactly about the money, you just love kids or  probably as your life coach says, "you exist" that is; 'ex' you were in the past,  'is' you are in the present,  and 't' you will transcend to the future.      "What's on the time table, Timi ?" you ask the nine year old you had chosen as the class captain.         "Extracurricular activities, Miss Bunmi" she replies.         "Okay children, go to the changing rooms and get into your play clothes" you say, rising from your seat. They start to leave the class.  Boys to the room on the left,  girls to the room on the right. You start to leave the class when your phone rings. In

Alone with her My thoughts rage wilder My soul is lifted Though my body resisted My heart still insisted. Even without putting up a show; She peeps through my soul All I see is shadows Where all my fears wallow What will you have me say? My heart races than usain My thoughts could sink an ocean Silent Words too heavy for Samson Wish I could have them spoken But as usual she made to leave And am still lost in disbelief She's had me in friend zone Together but am riding solo. As she leaves me in shadows And am now naked as the snow Written by: Daniel Etim

It was just another of any usual evenings for me even though it was valentine's day, until Max showed up at my door, in the most adorable way.   Sisi my roommate was out of town for her special Valentine treat planned by her boyfriend. Even though I had shared some of my Valentine fantasies with Max during some of our conversations, I had never expected him to play on it. I met Max about eight months ago,  at a friend's birthday party. I wasn't a party lover, but Lucy convinced me to attend with her usual line "you don't have a social life". So I attended the party more as an escape from the downward spiral my life was taking.  While everyone was dancing and drinking their lives out,  I remained seated in my seat with my head ducked in my phone.  That's when Max came alone. We got along quite well. We talked and talked and he made me laugh. We exchanged contacts and began to see each other more often. When he asked me to date him,  I accepted. Max had just

Continued from part 1.                                  If you missed part one, click    here I fear that I let them do it to me.  I fear that I gave them avenue to use me, to hurt me.  Deep down in my heart a voice says "no you didn't "      Bill says "no you didn't "      But it's obvious, isn't it?  After mum remarried when I turned fifteen,  that was when the self stabbings and cuttings started.  I think I gave them the cue.  Mum, a career woman was rarely at home. According to her,  she remarried for me. So that I can have a man figure in my life.  I was always left with mum's husband and my step brother.  That was when the blood began dripping and the smell began seeping out.  I bet they could smell it.    Dad,  as I had to call mum's husband,  raped me.  It didn't seem like a rape to me though. Somewhere in my mind I had anticipated it,  schemed and made the setup. And it seemed he had  walked into my trap,  even when h