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Avery is a very stubborn girl. She hits her parents when she throws a fit, but her parents try not to hit her back.

One day A stanger comes into their house Avery stomps into the huge living room, where her parents sat. She gives her mum a stare while anger is obviously in her eyes.”H-Hi Sweety, h-how was school?” Averys mum stutters when she sees Avery stomp into the living room. Avery raises her eyebrows while looking at her dad, happily snoring beside her mum. “AWFUL. bleep friends.” Avery growls at her mum. Averys mum widens her eyes before nodding. “Im going to bed” he says while stomping upstairs. Averys mum was scared of her own daughter.
When Avery woke up, she sat on her bed and heard silence. She raised her eyebrows before heading downstairs. There they were. Her parents laying on the floor with blood seeping onto their shirts. Avery started to tear up when she went on her knees beside her mum. “Well, I thought you didnt care about them” a low, raspy voice chuckles.  “I-I do care about them” she cries while cupping her mums cold cheeks. “Why do you fight them?” The voice chuckles again. “They fight too much, and I kind of picked that up from them” she says while tears roll uncontrollably down her own cheek. “Knife.” The voice says before slipping a sharp knife towards her spot beside her mum. She grabs the knife in her hand before saying, “sorry mum..”  Then what happens to  Avery?


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Jon and Andrew were placed in the hospital together. They had been together for over two months now. They spent most of their time talking about their illnesses, family, and how they ended up there. Jon’s bed was near the window so he always used to tell Andrew what was going on outside because Andrew had to stay laying down flat at all times to keep the blood flowing in his head. “Well the pretzel man isn’t here today” Jon explained. “Oh darn, I guess the park guards finally found him” said Andrew. They both laughed and laughed. “Wait a minute.” said Jon, “Remember that young man I saw walking with that girl the other day?” “I recon I do. Go on?” said Andrew. “Well he just walked into the jewelry market across the street. I bet I know why.” said Jon excitedly. Jon looked over at Andrew and he was smiling. As the day went by, the two men had taken their pills and fallen asleep. The next morning, Andrew was awoken by Jon excitedly shouting Andrew’s name. “Andrew! Andrew! Andrew! Wake up!” shouted Jon. “What is it? What’s going on?” asked Andrew. “The young man is sitting on the fountain at the park. He’s holding some flowers as well!” he said, “Oh look! Here comes that girl!” both of the men started laughing. “What’s going on now Jon?” asked Andrew. “Well I’ll be damned.” exclaimed Jon. “What? What happened? Andrew asked eagerly. “That young man just proposed! Judging by the big ‘ol hug she gave him, I recon she said yes!” exclaimed Jon. The two men were overjoyed. They started clapping and smiling. All day they continued to talk about when they thought the wedding was gonna be, and if they thought it would take place in the park. They eventually wore each other out and fell asleep. The next morning Andrew woke up to the sound of ruffling sheets and faint humming. He turned his head slightly to see the nurse making Jon’s bed. “Good morning” the nurse said to Andrew. “Where is Jon? In the restroom?” Andrew asked worried. “Andrew, Jon passed away in his sleep last night.” said the nurse. Andrew began to cry. As the nurse began to walk out of the room Andrew stopped her suddenly. “Wait! Can you tell me what you see outside of that window over there?” “All I see is the hospital parking lot sir.” said the nurse. “But, but, that’s not possible. Jon told me there was a park with beautiful green grass, and lot’s of people!” Andrew said beginning to tear up once more. “Sir, the man that was in here with you, was blind.” -story/the-man-who-never-lied


After my dad’s death, mum introduced me to prostitution

By presh | Thursday, Mar 11th 2016 at 22:05


Caroline Mawia

Dealing with stomach ulcers, a breast and a sexually transmitted infection is not an easy task for financially drained Caroline Mawia. In a span of five years she lost her father, dropped out of school, got married for convenience and lost touch with her siblings. She spoke to CATE MUKEI

Who is Caroline Mawia?
I am a 24-year-old, first-year student at the Jomo Kenyatta University of Agriculture and Technology (JKUAT) pursuing Mass Communication degree. I was born in Mwingi in Kitui County. My parents later separated and I moved to Garissa with my father and my other siblings. We were not rich, but life was bearable until my father’s death in 2011.

What killed your father?

He died in a grenade explosion in Garissa. Actually, he was featured in the newspapers. He died while undergoing treatment. I was in Form Three at the time. I dropped out of school for lack of fees. It took me about seven years to finish school. I came to Nairobi where I worked as a house cleaner.

Where was your mother all this time?
I stayed with her briefly but later moved out. She introduced me to prostitution. Her rent in Mwingi was Sh2,000 a month and she demanded I chip in.

What about your siblings? 
I have three brothers. They are all working, but they refused to help me. My elder brother is a pastor, but when my father died, he confiscated the death certificate. It was so hard to find help from anyone. My other brother lives in Garissa and I have tried to plead with him, but he has refused to help me.

My third brother is a mason in Garissa. He has several wives and kids and ironically, asks me for money. My elder sister got married at the age of 16; she has two kids and is separated. I have two other younger siblings who are with my mother in Mwingi.

So how did you find yourself in Nairobi?
I came to Nairobi when a friend hooked me up with a job as a house cleaner after my father died. My brothers and mum went back to their normal lives and left me to take care of myself.

All I wanted was to go back to school. I managed to save some money and luckily, my employer also topped up after working for him for a year. I decided to register at Tabaka High School in Kisii, but I had to drop out mid-year due to complications with my come-we-stay husband.

What exactly happened?

We were schoolmates and I was living in their home. We met in school and he took me to his parents’ home where he explained my situation.

Unfortunately, due to our cultural differences, his parents were not impressed and accused me of bewitching their son and sent me away. I came back to Nairobi and continued working as a housegirl before going back to sit for my KCSE.

How was your performance?
I scored an A- and registered for a course in Mass Communication at JKUAT in 2015. I’m stuck because I don’t even have money to pay my fees and I recently fell sick.

What are you suffering from?
I was diagnosed with ulcers and got a breast infection. One of my nipples is now producing puss and I also got infected with an STI.

How and when did you get the STI?
Last month. I was desperate and needed to survive and so I registered as an escort on a website. Unfortunately, I got raped by a man who did not even bother to wear a condom. I have been stuck in the house, unable to walk for the last two weeks. I feel like giving up. Sometimes I just want to die.

How much were you earning as an escort?
A thousand shillings per night, but I could not work every night because sometimes I could not even walk. Some men were very brutal and left me injured most of the time.

Have you tried to reach out to your family again?
I did, but my brother, the pastor, said he does not want anything to do with me. He says I belong to Illuminati because when I dropped out of school, there were cases of devil worship. He still believes that I was suspended from school yet I dropped out due to lack of fees.

What is your plan?
I actually don’t have any plan. I have given up! I can hardly afford money for food or to even go back to hospital. I’m just praying for a miracle.

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My best friend’s boyfriend infected me with HIV out of love


Evelynne Shompa

Evelynne Shompa has seen it all. She has been discriminated for her HIV status. She recently hit the news after Naramat Primary School in Kajiado allegedly refused to admit her son because of his status. She spoke to CATE MUKEI

Tell us about yourself…

I grew up in Nairobi on State House Road with my stepparents. Immediately after finishing high school, I was told to vacate the house and start my own life.

How did you get infected with HIV?
A man I was living with infected me. I was introduced to him by my best friend who was dating him. I did not have anywhere to go, so she took me there to work (for him) as a house help.

I was desperate and I needed money. A few months later, he started showing interest in me and I could not say no. Before I knew it, he had broken up with my best friend.

What was your best friend’s reaction?
She told me that I would regret it, but I dismissed it as just jealousy. In retrospect however, I suspect she must have known about his status since their baby died two weeks after birth.

How did you find out your status?
I had applied for a job at a restaurant and they required my health records. I was confident because I thought they were testing for pregnancy or drugs.

Two weeks later, when the tests came back, I was told I was positive. Actually, the doctor just told me that I had Aids and that I only had five years to live. Those days, medication was very expensive.

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How did your boyfriend react?
He admitted to having infected me because he was in love with me. He claimed that he was afraid I would leave him.

Did you leave him?

Yes. Then I went to live with his cousin who introduced me to hoodrats. Every one kept hitting on me and I became angry and bitter with men. I would insult them and move on because I did not want to disclose my status. Unfortunately, that’s how I ended up being raped.

What happened and who raped you?

A very good friend. One evening, I was very high and he offered to escort me home. On the way, he overpowered and raped me.

Did you report him?
I didn’t know I had been raped. I only woke up the next morning in so much pain. I went to a chemist and got an emergency pill on credit (I was too broke to afford it).

After two weeks, I fell sick and consulted my grandma who took me to a gynaecologist who found some decomposing rubber inside me. She also told me that I was pregnant and recommended that I abort the baby claiming that one of us would die.

Did you abort?
I decided to keep the baby. I wanted to experience motherhood before I died. Sadly, my baby used to cry a lot when he was born. One day, I just asked God for His will to be done.

Surprisingly, the baby stopped crying and even the doctors were shocked. This motivated me and I started believing in prayers, hoping I would get healed. I even started believing that I would get healed.

You really believed you could be healed?
I got saved and one time, even saw a friend on TV and I confidently told her that I was healed. She recommended that I should go back and get tested. I went to Kenyatta National Hospital with my baby and found that I was still positive.

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How to Check 2016 JAMB UTME CBT Result Online | JAMB Result Last Modified on March 11th, 2016 By okebu precious

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2016 JAMB Result is Out. You can check your JAMB Result online yourself without the use of scratch card. It’s EASY and FREE. According to JAMB, the 2016 UTME result will be sent to candidate’s phone 30 minutes after exam and would be available online ‘within’ the period of four days.

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The Joint Admission and Matriculations Board (JAMB) has announced that the results of Unified Tertiary Matriculation Examination (UTME) will be available 30 minutes after leaving the hall.

Meaning that candidates that participated in the JAMB CBT exam will get a graphical result sent to their mobile phones 30 minutes after leaving the examination hall, while the specific scores will be released within the period of four days.

To access your 2016 JAMB UTME Results kindly follow the steps outlined below.

See also: Senate Makes JAMB Results Valid For 3 Years, Reduces Fees to N2,500.

How to Check 2016 JAMB Result Online.

Follow the 4 simple steps below to check your 2016 JAMB UTME result online without scratch card i.e. FREE!

  1. Go to JAMB result checking portal at,
  2. Click on the Check your Results tab,
  3. Enter your JAMB Registration Number where required,
  4. Finally, click on ‘Check Result’ to access your UTME score.

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You can now do your change of course and institution provided you you are not satisfied with your choices or want something that complements your JAMB score.

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What the Market Will Bear: The Long Game of Female Friendships


“How do you tell someone that you love them but that love has been deprioritized? How do you handle learning that you’re a junk bond? A short-term investment folded for the long family game?” Felicia Sullivan writes about losing friends as one ages — and always being the single friend.

Hedge Fund (n): a limited partnership of investors that uses high-risk methods, such as investing with borrowed money, in hopes of realizing large capital gains.

How much risk are you willing to bear? Are you able to lay your hand on the table fully aware of the gamble you’re taking, cognizant of the fact that it is possible to leave with less than with what you started? Are you willing to engage in arbitrage — exploit your opponents when they’re at their weakest? Will your investors provide shelter through the most ferocious of storms, or will they find safe harbor, taking comfort in their abandonment while bearing witness to your public ruin? Are you comfortable in identifying that which is worthless and using that “junk” to yield financial gain? Can you build a life trading security? Can you weather what the market will bear? Are you comfortable calculating your worth based on what you’ve acquired and own? Will your partners stand beside you until the inevitable end?

When I was in college I became enamored with finance and its gameplay. The idea that a whole industry was devoted to partnership and risk appealed to me because the fundamental elements of finance reflected innate behaviors in human nature. We “short” friendships; we invest in that which is profitable and we fervently need to believe that we will come up solvent and prosperous in the end. We tether ourselves to the notion that if we make sound investments and take calculated risks, we’ll enjoy the inevitable returns. However, what happens when the market takes a fall that you hadn’t expected? What happens when your partner doesn’t hold up their end of the deal (think pyramid schemes, sociopathic traders and hedge fund charlatans), and you’re left in shambles, forced out of retirement or struggling to make ends meet? What happens when you play your boldest hand to then lose everything?

What happens when you arrive in the middle of your life with so much less than what you started with?

Lately, I find myself drawing correlations between playing the market and the ways in which we cleave to, and disconnect from, people. I find myself frustrated in friendship investments that consistently yield disappointing returns, friends who haven’t performed, risks that don’t fall in my favor.When it comes to relationships, I’ve placed equal, if not more, weight on my female friendships, echoing Rebecca Traister’s sentiment:

For many women, friends are our primary partners through life; they are the ones who move us into new homes, out of bad relationships, through births and illnesses. Even for women who do marry, this is true at the beginning of our adult lives, and at the end — after divorce or the death of a spouse. — “What Women Find in Friends They May Not Get From Love”

In my twenties, I was thick in the business of accumulation — I wanted to know all of the people, all of the time. I had no strategy; I just wanted the masses. Most of my college friends left New York so I found myself cozying up to coworkers, neighbors, and fellow graduate students. I operated a high-volume business, ushering in a revolving door of female friends and acquaintances while trying to figure out my identity as an independent adult woman. I figured that I’d winnow down over time; I thought I would slowly build my tribe. I didn’t count on feeling depleted and stretched too thin as a result of investing in too many people instead of creating a thoughtful portfolio. I ended up with a phonebook filled with people who were willing to uncork the champagne when times were flush but couldn’t be counted on during the moments when I wallowed my way down a bottle of red wine. I woke at 30 feeling as if I knew a lot of people but didn’t really know anyone.

At the same time, something else shifted — we grew up. Everyone was getting married and busied themselves in the business of procreation. Suddenly, we couldn’t roll into work hungover because we couldn’t hide in our cubicles. We had accountability and responsibility. Our devices multiplied while our attention dwindled. We were everywhere but not present. Friend dates turned into CIA logistical operations with multiple calendars being juggled and people prioritized. No longer was I a player in the open market — I had to go private. I was forced to be surgical and strategic in focusing on the quality of my friendships and how/to whom I would allocate my time, which seemed to be dwindling with the passing of each day.

There is no time, became everyone’s anthem, always.

In my 30s, I was myopic when it came to female friendships. I devoted myself wholly to a small group of women who were brilliant, funny, ambitious, and kind. Most were married, few were single, and I tacitly accepted the fact that casual connections gave way to scheduled friend time.People became comfortable announcing that they could see me because their significant other had other plans for the evening, i.e. you’re my backup plan since my husband isn’t available. I accepted that the word “I” would be replaced with the word “we”, and that affinities, hobbies, and passions became a collective, coupled sport. I accepted that the only people with whom I could talk about being single were other single friends because most of my married friends had developed amnesia about what it was like to be uncoupled. I accepted, with chagrin, the emergence of the “single girl dinner” as a cute trope when it’s my everyday reality. I accepted that I’d been deprioritized — that I was the hobby, “fun-time” for my coupled friends. Briallen Hopper eloquently writes:

“Because single women often put friendship at the center of our lives, it can be hard for us to be friends with people who see friendship as peripheral, as many partnered people do. A close friend once told me that her priorities were her kid, her partner, her work, her friends, in that order, like suits in a deck of cards. In her life, a kid thing would always trump a partner thing; a work thing would always trump a friend thing. This was the best way she knew of trying to impose some order on life’s complexity, but to me it seemed like a terribly reductive way to think about human relationships — plus, it was no fun to know that I would always be the lowest priority in her life. Our friendship didn’t last.”


Didier and Diakité Drogba

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Didier Drogba and Lalla Diakité got married in 2011 in Monaco (Akon, Michael Essien and Roman Abramovich were all on the guest list). The former Chelsea player and the Malian Diakité met in Paris in 1999. After 12 years of being together the couple wed. They have three children together and live a quiet life outside of the public eye. They had a more formal wedding in Monaco but we love the traditional African wedding they had.

Joseph and Adaeze Yobo


Fenerbahçe SK player and Super Eagles captain Joseph Yobo met Adaeze in December 2009. Months later they wed in a small ceremony. Ada represented Nigeria in Miss World 2008. She has a charity foundation in Nigeria called the Adaeze Igwe Foundation, which raises awareness of serious illnesses like HIV, malaria and tuberculosis. The pair have one beautiful son together.



Fastlane 2016: Needed Changes


The WWE was back with another installment of Fastlane. After some questionable decisions last year, the WWE needed to make changes. Not all the changes worked and here’s what the company needs to improve on for next year.