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‘Echoes of Fate’ Part 1: Rope of Hope



My name is Momodu Yakubu. My mother, Humu, used to be a tremendous trader in “gari” and tobacco, and my father , Momodu , was a respected peasant farmer. My mother used to occasionally travel to Bolgatanga with her business associate with huge heap of closely packed bags of gari in a cargo for sale. I am the first child, followed by two girls, Nuria and Jamila, and a boy, Abdulrahman (one after the other with at least two years interval between us), in my nuclear family. My mother suffered a crippling loss in her business and couldn’t recover ever since.

There was a woman from Bolgatanga who used to bring money to my mother to buy Gari for her and later come for it in a huge cargo. This business was booming and expanding with increasing velocity. Within four months, about five vehicles of enormous size could be heavily loaded to the brim with Gari enroute to Bolgatanga. This woman would then transport these loads across boarder to ivory coast and Burkina Faso for sale. My mother had worked with her for close to a decade.

Oneday, the woman suffered mild uneasiness and visited the local clinic in our area – she had come to buy Gari as usual. She was diagnosed with diabetes and was told to visit a bigger hospital for treatment upon her return to Bolgatanga. Heartbreakingly, she died after two weeks of her return to Bolgatanga. And with her death followed the gari business – my mother’s most valuable stream of income dried up when she thought the business was in its rainy season. Some destructive consequences of the woman’s death soon followed; a devastating crop of dispairing experiences quickly emerged and surrounded my family. My mother lived in a prolonged state of increasing grief; she cried for several weeks and became sick. She almost lost her sanity.

Because the nature of my mother’s business meant that she always had money on her, even if it wasn’t a high pile, her crisis brought about crashes of hope in my home. My father farming to feed the family was always going to pose problems, not only because it takes seasons for yams and cassavas to grow and be ready for sale or domestic consumption, but also because he wasn’t a large scale farmer.

You see, my dear, I had a lofty dream of becoming an academic giant in African history. This dream was inspired by my reading of a certain big book, THE DESTRUCTION OF THE BLACK CIVILIZATION, authored by a certain African American academician, Chancellor Williams. I found this book in our District Library (I am, dear reader, going to use District and Constituency interchangeably throughout this narration, but my use of District will be prevalent) but could not read it all, by then, because of its size. I read this very short and particularly touching conversation in the opening pages of the book:

‘”What became of the Black People of Sumer?” the traveller asked the old man, “for ancient records show that the people of Sumer were Black. What happened to them?” “Ah,” the old man sighed.” “They lost their history, so they died” A Sumer Legend.’

I was very young, but this book altered my view on life, especially when the author said:
For, having read everything about the African race that I could get my hands on, I knew even before leaving high school that (1)The Land of the Blacks was not only the “cradle of civilization” itself but that the Blacks were once the leading people on earth; (2) that Egypt once was not only all black, but the very name “Egypt” was derived from the Blacks; (3) and that the Blacks were the pioneers in the sciences, medicine, architecture, writing, and were the first builders in stone, etc. The big unanswered question, then, was what had happened? How was this highly advanced Black Civilization so completely destroyed that its people, in our times and for some centuries past, have found themselves not only behind the other peoples of the world, but as well, the color of their skin a sign of inferiority, bad luck, and the badge of the slave whether bond or free?

This book fanned the fire that burned the dry grasses of a feeling of inferiority in my heart and turned the burned futile field of self hate into a wet fertile soil of curiosity, selflove and serious academic ambition. By having a keen interest in school and Africa, the dream began to flower with power into reality. I wanted to become someone with mastery of the knowledge of African history. I wanted to impact lives and become a symbol of enlightenment, like Dr. Kwame Nkrumah is a symbol of African freedom and unity. I wanted to one day research into African traditions and culture, and author Encyclopedia Africana. I was designed to become a pacesetting giant. I thought I was right, for the light of my dream was very bright, but fear of what lies ahead consumed me after my mother’s debacle. I wished there was a way of resurrecting my mother’s dead business, so I could chase my dream without having to worry about who helped home.

Elderly sons are like second-parents in most families in my community: they have to strive hard, sometimes sacrificing their dreams in order to cater and push the younger ones ahead. Women were not given much priority because they would soon marry and start new families with their husbands elsewhere. When I was about fifteen, because my mother’s business collapsed and my father alone couldn’t feed the family, even after I passed my Basic Education Certificate Examination (BECE), I was asked to quit school and help raise the younger ones. My dream started to fall in tatters.

My dear, it was not for nothing that I had lofty ambitions, for I was one of the very few students who could read and write in my Local Authority (LA) primary school by the time I completed primary six. As for understanding what we read, that was another matter. Just being able to read and write was a big deal, and if you could read and write, you were mostly given the task of writing names of late comers or being made the school’s prefect or being associated with something noble. The task of writing names of late comers mostly fell on my shoulders. I came to be identified with writing names of late comers to the extent that almost every morning at Assembly my name was mentioned to present names of late comers.

Late comers are students who fail to come to school, according to the school’s regulations, by 7:00am. Given that I was the writer of names, I was obviously expected not to be late. But sometimes, and those times were rare, when I happen to be late, someone had to fill my void and write the names. Being a writer of late comers, I was almost always the determinant of who gets punished for coming to school late – usually the punishment comes in the form of six lashes on the victim’s buttocks. This somehow gave me an evil appearance in the imagination of fellow students, as I was later informed.

I was usually forgiven by the writers who fill my void when I happen to be late, but on one odd occasion of unfortunate privilege, a class five student named Nyamekyɛ was asked to write names of late comers. The boy wrote names, among which my name featured, and submitted to the teacher on duty that week.

At the morning assembly, the boy who wrote the names of late comers was called, in front of a parade of students in long stretches of rows, to mention names of those who were late. At the mention of my name, a loud collective shout of satisfactory triumph from students filled the air. Their most detestable enemy has been captured.
As I walked in anger to recieve my punishment of six lashes, delusion of reprieve conquered me, for I suddenly got the feeling that the teacher was going to forgive me. Every step towards the teacher increased this delusion – even if the teacher on duty’s no-nonsense temprement was a phenomenon to which everyone at the school had become accustomed. The teacher, however, stood with surprising ease; his left hand in his pocket whiles communicating with his right hand, which held a cane with the sort of sinister capable of frightening the hardest of hearts.

The teacher, slim and tall with dark, very-bushy mustache that would invite Albert Einstein to mind, did not have a sense of fashion that places the need on me to describe it as great, and his old, brown lacoste and blue over-sized jeans that morning are testaments to that. On one occasion, he wore a trouser that was torn at the knee level that looked more like a rag and, just imagine, XXL T-shirt, which did not help matters, for, by comparison, a scarecrow should be proud of its looks. In short, he usually dresses like he doesn’t received salary.

He was also a chronic drunkard, famed for always having a cane in his hand wherever he went on campus and his knowledge of science and maths. Just the sight of him sent chills down the spines of students. Severe fear appear to overtake onlookers whenever he holds a cane to punish wrongdoers.

As I approached him, a lazy smile spread slowly across his face, first with sympathy, then mockingly; an indication of lurking danger. He directed me to bend until my fingers could touch my toes. My shoes were very large – in fact, too large for my feet to fit properly in them – and I held the front side of their end where my toes were to fit.

To my buttocks, he administered six lashes. These lashes were so hot, in fact, that it was with extreme willpower and self-control that I avoided shedding tears. The pain manifested itself on my face; I could hear students giggling and laughing, and my heart became flooded with rivers of bitterness, within which forgiveness drowned and beyond which banks forgetfulness ceased to exist.

The lashes left prints of swollen stripes on my buttocks, and I kept massaging my buttocks for close to two hours. Consequently, it was with great spirit of endurance that I managed to sit on my desk in class, even so I couldn’t sit upright. I was always turning my buttocks this way and that way to avoid too much contact with the desk. The pain was so much, for two weeks I felt its presence.

To such an extent was the depth of the pain that I concluded that the student who wrote my name had debt to pay. Accordingly, I started thinking of mounting a revenge against the student, but later thought it uncivilized. However, I did not follow my thoughts, my emotions were too strong and, burning with vindictive fury, I started including his name among late comers, whether he came to school late or not. I changed the time to suit my agenda; whether it was 7:00am or not, if I came to school before this boy, he was late. The poor boy suffered a series of serious pain each morning at assembly for almost a month before I stopped including his name. But today, as I narrate this, my heart is swallowed by regret.

During break hour at school, especially Fridays, we play football together. Football of any kind was so rare then that if one had it one was treated like a king by one’s peers. We used to play a plastic ball, which had both soft and hard parts, with an even harder part; a thin line that melted to hold the soft and hard parts together. If one was not careful and one hits the thin hard part, one was sure to get injured, and getting injured then was as common as money was rare. There was only one professional leather football in the whole village, and it was owned my the town team – the result of an excruciating toil.

Sometimes after we break from school, fights breakout among us for causes of varying factors. These fights were mostly settled by wrestling. Wrestling was used among us to determine who was stronger than the other. It was a principal part of our culture.

Aliu was a boy of some two years ahead of my age. He was a boy of frightening aggression and explosive temperament, which was made worse by the fact that his most furnished gift was his great ability in wrestling. Maybe his wrestling prowess influenced his temper, because Aliu really loved fighting. Whenever and wherever there was a fight, he was almost always there as a protagonist. He was a stocky chap with some large bulging eyes, and what he lacked in stature, he made up for in strategy.

Having defeated many boys older than himself, Aliu had taken a permanent residence in our imaginations and came to be seen as a walking definition of a great wrestler. He was an always-aggressive and usually-technical wrestler, one with regular application of his brain over his brawn, and because of his outstanding ability, he managed to pull off some incredible victories against the odds in many battles. But, distinguished as he was both by the superiority of his skills and the ferocity of his aggression – plus his easily eruptive temperament – Aliu had one poor property; he lacked stamina. So for wrestlers who came on Aliu with a defensive approach, he usually struggled or get defeated. But it’s easier said than done. Defending against Aliu is sometimes worse than attacking, as I later found out.

One afternoon when we closed from school, the stage was set for Aliu and I. He wanted to join us to play football at school during break time, to which the ball owner objected – this triggered Aliu’s much familiar but greatly feared anger. He said if he would not be allowed to play, no one would play, which forced unanimous screams of disapproval from us.

Among my age group, I was the most trusted and most proficient wrestler, equipped with both stamina and technical skills in equal measure; the closest thing to Aliu with an added advantage of stamina, but even my closeness was not close enough; the gulf in quality between Aliu and I was huge – he was that good and demonstrated his competence in various styles. When Aliu talked and I was the only one whose reply matched both the mood of his tone and his choice of words, I knew, and my colleagues too knew, that there would be a fight on our way home after we closed from school. So that was it, the way home would be a fitting arena for a grand wrestling showdown.

After school, Aliu approached me and started threatening me. My friends knew about only one outcome should I cross swords with him; I would be defeated, so they employed the service of their efforts to try to prevent Aliu from coming too close to me. But Aliu was as slippery as okro soup and so he eluded them and confronted me face to face. We stood staring at each other, with Aliu breathing threateningly. Then he pushed me and I returned the push, rather tamely. The murderous reaction my push inspired in him quickly offered a convincing argument to me that cowardice would not be my way to salvation on that occasion.

He burst forth with brute force. He charged towards me violently, teeth clenched, and I also charged towards him fiercely and fearlessly and, like gladiators of Medieval Europe, we collided. The wrestling was on!

I started on the defensive and sought to block his moves. But showing a demolishing attacking efficiency on a scale that saps opponents’ energy rapidly and render them handicapped quickly, a defensive approach against Aliu invites more danger. Being fully focused and directing all my efforts towards avoiding a defeat became my premier purpose – I needed to be at my maximum competence to achieve that, even if it meant employing risky tactics.

But it was not as if being defeated by Aliu would be shameful to me, for the young chap had defeated many men mightier than I, and so it was a mismatch that I was even contesting him. I had nothing at all to lose against such a colossal wrestler, but I was defending as if the future of humanity depended on the outcome of the contest; as if I needed to avoid a defeat by all means to prevent humanity from immediate extinction.

But who would not offer stiff resistance against Aliu’s relentless attacks – attacks that were so violent in quality and extremely ferocious in degree that they demanded an abnormally high use of effort from me to endure. Right from the onset of the battle, it was clear that we both had the motive to win, but only Aliu had the means to achieve his aim.

Our friends formed a sort of circle around us with the way they positioned themselves while issuing various helpful tactical instructions to us. The circle they formed influenced the movement of we the combatants somewhat, and the wrestling became like a hell in a cell kind of battle, but only without a bell, or a belt. Only occasionally did we show the propensity to go outside of that circle our friends formed, and that was when Aliu’s blistering burst of aggressive swirling and pushing of me became too much for me to control my movement properly. At their most effective, the speed and scale plus the force and fury of his pushes and swirls made my feet move so painfully swift that I thought the ground was slippery – like we were battling on titled floor on which water has been poured.

While the contest proceeded, my little brother kept bemoaning my lack of attacking display and lamenting my constant use of defense. “Yakubu, you are too defensive? You are fighting as if he is better than you.” My brother said, to which he got a cold reply from an older boy.

“Only if you know whom he is wrestling with, you won’t be saying this nonsense. You think he is wrestling with Aremeyaw, ehn?” The older boy said. Aremeyaw was the oldest guy among us, about four years older than me, but he was also the weakest. Even children of my younger brother’s age could boast of success over him in fights.
Almost immediately after my brother’s comments, Aliu knelt down with one leg while holding me, like he was about to beg a lady to marry him. This technique was meant to lure me into believing I could easily cover and press him to the ground with overpowering force. If I tried it, he would get up at once carrying me in a helpless position around his neck like a hunter carries an animal around his neck after killing it.

Knowing this trick very well, I refused to be baited. As he knelt, I stood still and refused to move an inch. This worried him, but he had faith in that trick and kept kneeling, this time waiting for my vigilance to sleep so he could get up at once and push me and try simultaneously to lock my leg(s) with his. But I remained alert like a security guard of World Bank and the disappointed Aliu stood up. The battle continued.

We had agility as our common denominator, but where Aliu exercised his dreaded aggression and showed superior finnese, mobility and enterprise, I countered with resilience and tenacity. He realized, consequently, that this daunting duel demanded more than diligent application of skillful marnovuers and aggressive utilization of muscle power. He realised that I was a man inspired, so he altered his tactics. But he might not have realized that his industry caused me troubles; I was greatly relieved when he changed his approach. However, there’s no respite in this contest. I was soon gasping for air as Aliu started pressing and stretching me beyond my limits. And when I refused to buckle under his sustained pressure, the foiled Aliu failed to maintain his momentum and his attack lost its potential.

We wrestled for close to an hour. The sun was scorching and the both of us were sweating profusely. But one of the reasons why the contest lasted that long was because I was defending more. In fact, defending was the only thing I was doing: before undertaking any attacking chores, I made sure I fulfilled my defensive duties. Combined with the foregoing reason was the fact that despite his dominance throughout the battle – the intolerable pressure to which he subjected me, his menacing display of a desire to decimate me and his constant pressing and continuous stretching of me – many spectators agreed that it was an occasion when Aliu did not touch his most devastating heights.

As the contest proceeded, I grew into it and abandoned my defensive approach. For the first time, my friends observed that I was trying to do something that resembled an attack. They could barely believe it. They could barely believe I was trying to do something to put the almighty Aliu to the ground. I pushed Aliu backwards with brute force to get him to commit mistakes in order to sentence him to defeat. My friends thought it was a moment befitting cheers, so they began to boost my morale by cheering me up. This unsettled Aliu, but my attempt was only vaguely threatening; in costly betrayal, my composure left me when I needed it most and Aliu exploded again in a series of blistering attacks that culminated in a glorious opportunity for him; he locked my left leg with his right leg and raised me. My only attempt at attack ended in trouble for me.

Everywhere became quiet as Aliu contemplated his next move. I was struggling to set myself free and regain my balance, but his passionate grip on me was so firm it was as if I forced my hands out of his, parts of my hands would cut and remain in his hands. Given these conditions, all possibilities of my avoiding a defeat vanished. I remained helpless in his hands. But in a dramatic, even miraculous, twist of fate, Aliu lost both his advantageous balance and his much needed composure. In his attempt to cause me greater damage than the laws of physics permitted – and contrary to the opinion of his capabilities – he tried to raise me to the limits of his hands and tilt himself backwards before throwing me forward to the ground. What the laws of physics prohibited, he thought his abilities permitted.

When he raised me a little beyond his chest region, the upper part of his body became exceedingly heavy – too heavy for him to avoid falling, and so the mighty Aliu; the all conquering wrestler with unquestionable right to wrestling authority, against the odds, awkwardly fell to the ground with me on top of him. The mighty has been defeated by the meek. My friends could barely control themselves. They quickly surrounded us and separated us, much to Aliu’s renewed energy and anger. From that day, Aliu lost his respect and suffered an erosion of confidence. Too much had cost him so much.

After the fight, my brain kept replaying the match and giving me solutions to some of the problems I faced during the duel. Many ideas came rushing down my mind – ideas like what I should’ve done when Aliu was stretching me and putting me under pressure and what I should’ve done to have easily defeated Aliu. Yes, my brain was talking about defeating Aliu easily. The brain is capable of many things, including absurd fantasies.

I was the first child – and a son – so the only option for me was to endure pain within my bones and farm to help home. To that end, I was pushed by the combined effort of unwritten societal laws and unfortunate circumstances to start supporting my family at the expense of my dreams. I had a farm, but I was regularly discouraged from venturing more into farming just by looking at the state of the life of farmers in my community. Despite working extremely hard, rewards for farmers in my community have been hopelessly inadequate. Without the aid of farming machinery and no money to employ labourers to work, I looked destined to travel on the same path as other farmers. I had no holiday, everyday I went to farm, yet my farm could only be enough to help feed home. In the rainy season, without being comforted by umbrella or raincoat (where would I get those?) I was constantly confronted by an early morning dew on the grasses that grew along narrow pathways and the water that remained behind to mix with the clay soil to form long stretches of mud along the pathways to the farm after downpour. Sometimes when strong irresistible wind accompanies the rain, long stretches of blady grasses by each side of the pathways would be forced to push and interlock each other like wrestlers, blocking the way and requiring great will for one to move ahead. I was mostly beaten by rain.

At night, insects cried and flied; their high cries were supported by bass from frogs. The night was never quiet. Sometimes, and those times were many – less than always, but more than occasionally – my little brother, Abdulrahman, would ask me who gave birth to those insects and frogs, whether they pray, whether they have farms and where they sleep. I usually answer him based on my mood, so the same question can have different answers.

Night times in the village are interesting times and there are some beliefs associated with them. One does not whistle at night, it attract snakes. One does not point a finger at the newly emerged moon, one’s finger would disappear for that. In the village there was no electricity, and lantern with kerosene as fuel was the most prevailing device for light. One man from the nearby town brought “video” there occasionally to show for money. He would mostly place a notice of the movie he would show by sticking its “poster” against a plywood and place it at a vantage point, usually the market square.

At around 5:00pm in the evening, two boys would roam the whole village ringing a bell and shouting to indicate that there would be a movie show in the evening. One of the boys would be ringing the bell, “Gbleeeeign, Gbleeeeign, Gbleeeeign,” then the other one would be shouting, “Video.” They would repeat this till they finish roaming the whole village. In the evening, they would get to watch movie for free.

Everyone stays outside, except those in the house where the movie is shown. If you pay, you receive a stamp in your palm. Because getting money was difficult, sometimes some people would pay for a day, receive stamp and spend the next day protecting it from cleaning. They would go every length to protect it against fading.
The man who usually brings the video is called Bra Kudjo. From him, we watched quite a tall list of movies, from Ghallywood and Nollywood to Hollywood, ranging from titles like, Aku Sika, a Ghanaian movie of plaintive content, Issakaba, an action, spirit and African-proverbs packed Nigerian movie, to Arnold Schwarzenegger’s famous Commando.

In the afternoon, Bra Kudjo would dry the batteries of his TV remote in the sun for a while; this is supposed to charge the batteries somewhat, but if this fails to work when it’s time to use the remote, he would remove the batteries and reinsert them into the remote and slap the remote “Kpa, Kpa, Kp, Kpa” a few times, if this doesn’t work – and it works mostly – he would put the remote somewhere and start pressing the necessary buttons on the TV.

In the village, because everyone knew someone and because families were deeply interconnected that they form a complex network of blood relation, it is difficult to tell who is not a relative of whom. So, at night, after Bra Kudjo had shown “common this” (common this was a locally deviced term to mean the first short film shown. Its aim was to attract people, after which everyone would be asked to move out and pay – and re-enter) we children would go to one of our aunties in the house where they show the movie and hide inside her room. When it was time for “Abɔnten go” (an Akan word “Abɔnten” means outside, added to the English word “go” to mean it was time for everyone to go “outside” and pay), we would remain hidden. After a considerable number of people had entered, we would sneak discretely and join them to watch the movie.

But Bra Kudjo was a man of ill temper. If a child is seen sneaking to join the crowd, that child had better ran back to be saved to avoid contact with Bra Kudjo’s cruel cane (which was, in fact, a copper wire).

But in the abscence of Bra Kudjo’s movies, and there was mostly a long absence of it, story telling was the most common occurance. My mother was an expert at it.

Night was growing and children had gathered with their mothers. My mother gathered us, with Abdulrahman already deeply asleep on a mat beside her. Children from other houses hurried to our home, they didn’t want to miss anything. It was stories time, they sat round, with latern in the middle. The fire flies had started passing, the moon was born only a week ago, so it wasn’t very bright, but the stars somehow atoned for it.

One of the children sat on a winged-ant. The pressed insect forced its way out, and, out of anger, stung the little boy without mercy. The boy screamed at once, stood up and started shaking himself, making sure the night was filled with his distressing cry. “What happened to you?” The other children asked. The crying boy had no answers for questions. A quick check was quickly done using the lantern and the ant was seen marauding aggressively about as if it was on a mission to terrorize whoever came too close to it. The children burnt it with a red coal and everybody resumed their seat. The weeping boy’s desire to feed his ears with delicious meals of tales was robbed from his heart by the ant, for despite all attempts to calm him and make him listen to the tales, he refused and went home. “Check well and make sure you don’t get stung by another ant,” my father said, went and sat back in his bamboo seat that bend backwards like a bed, his hands supporting his head and his right leg crossed over the lap and knee area of his left leg – the right leg shaking voluntarily. He was also listening to the tales.

“Time for tales” began one of the children, a girl. “Let Awai Mammatu tell us some tales,” she said. “Okay, are you all ready?” My mother asked the children. “Yesss! We are,” the children answered.

“Okay! Long, long ago,” started my mother. “How long ago?” One boy interrupted. “Stop fooling, or you will go home,” a rather hostile reprehension from an older boy sent the little boy coiling back in his shell of submission. He offered an unsolicited apology, “I am sorry.” But the boy’s voice lacked poise. “Leave him!” My mother said, “Okay, let’s do it this way. Once upon a time, ” My mother changed the introduction. “Time! Time!!” The children chanted. “There lived a young man. He was a hardworking young man of about three years older than quarter of a century.” My mother stopped and took a bite of her colanut, after which she continued. “After years of farming, he concluded that his efforts deserved better than his returns. In other words, he felt that what he was receiving was not in proportion to what he was giving. He decided to consult a priest to ask him why this was so and if there was someone spiritually behind his failure. When he went to a priest, he presented his problem and sought for solutions.”

A little girl interrupted with a question, “But aunty, what does three years older than quarter of a century mean?” Then a boy of about a fifteen years old shouted instructions, “keep quiet and listen.” But my mother replied the little girl, “It means Twenty eight years.”

My mother continued, “When he consulted a priest, the priest gave him an assignment. He was told that the assignments were two, but one will be fulfilled by him and the other by the priest. His assignment, so said the priest, was the most important – without it, nothing can be done. The assignment was that he will bring fifty gallons of his own sweat. It doesn’t matter how long it will take him to gather it.”. My mother was getting to the conclusion, but my father interrupted with a correction – at least that was what it was meant to be. “If you don’t know the story, who asked you to narrate it?” my father asked a little rudely and continued, “The young man was led to the priest by his friend, who had told the young man that their lives were too miserable. They both went to the priest and the priest gave them the assignment. When they started the assignment, his friend gave up in the first six months, but he persisted and resisted all temptations to quit. Now, with this correction, continue from where you left, woman.” My father said.

“You have just added something new and called it a correction, it’s not part of the original story. Anyway, for the sake of the children, let me continue.” My mother hammered home her point and continued, “It took six years for the young man to gather fifty gallons of his own sweat. When he presented it to the priest, the very impressed priest asked him how he got the assignment fulfilled. Then he told his story. He said in order to gather more sweat, he increased the size of his farm and stayed longer at work. He had very little time to be with friends. He was mostly busy and always disciplined. The priest listened keenly as the young man brought his story to a close. In conclusion he said he was there not to proceed with the money rituals, for he has achieved more than he ever thought possible for himself. Then the priest told him that if he had been told earlier to go and work extra hard, he would have thought it insulting because he thought he was already working hard enough. “Much of our problems are not caused by other people,” the priest said and added, “but by excuses and neglect of our responsibilities.” My mother concluded. After few stories from my father, we all went to sleep.

Sometimes we those who have our farms on a particular pathway organise ourselves and clear the blady bushes by the path. But because the stubborn grasses have a disturbing attitude of refusing to die and a glowing desire for growing quickly, we usually leave them for long periods before clearing them (again), in order not to waste energy. In the dry season, the previously muddy brown pathways become hard and harsh, having been pounded by moving feet and patched by the hot baking sun. At the height of my mother’s business, I had several shoes and slippers, some of which I wore to farm and others to school and other social functions, but after her loss, it didn’t take long before I outgrew some and the rest got damaged out of constant pressure, except a pair of loyal slippers which seemed to have understood my condition and, with resilience, persevered with me in silence. If my father was the head of our home, my mother was the heart of it: when her business suffered, the economic life of my family had difficulty in breathing. Because I had only a pair of slippers for all social functions, like ceremonies and festivals, and any other functions, I usually walk barefooted to the farm and, under my feet, the baking brown paths provide me with lessons one can only get through experience.

Meat of any kind was so scarce in our home that the little that was available was reserved for my father. Meat only becomes sufficiently available to we the children during festivals. Giving this background information, it is easy to explain why festivals are so important to we the children. But it is not so easy to explain to children born in the comforting conditions of financial stability what having a pair of slippers meant to us.

Among we the children, only my youngest brother was usually given meat (very small to prevent him from crying). To ensure that I also ate meat, I had to engage my youngest brother in story telling and other forms of child persuasion. Otherwise I had to engage in the most demanding enterprises (in terms of the intelligence required to succeed) in order to eat meat; namely, stealing meat from a pot of soup. This was a risky enterprise to undertake and to be caught doing it is easier than to escape. The punishment for getting caught was so severe that it induced terror in we the children always. But despite the the harsh punishment associated with it, I considered the rewards of succeeding to be worth the risk. I always make an attempt to steal when neither my mother nor my father was around. I also avoid being seen by my siblings. The process is long and involves a lot of caution. Mostly I succeed.

But one day, while carrying out this operation, I was caught by my mother. What my father did to me that night was more than a beating; it was a belligerent assault.

We ate carbohydrate meals everyday, and, resultantly, my siblings and I developed overhanging bellies, which were so large my father said he observed that my belly entered his room minutes before my whole body did when he called me into his room for a family meeting one day. Life refused to smile; it was harsh.

Life was harsh, but fate was gentle. After a year of farm work , my father’s childhood friend, about whom I do not boast sufficient knowledge to give you vivid description except that he was my father’s childhood schoolmate, discussed my academic life with my father and took interest in supporting me after learning that I had passed the BECE. He was a resident of Tamale, but he made me attend the Senior High School in my district, at his altruistic cost. He could not support my Tertiary Education because he had gone on pension by the time I was ready for Tertiary Education. I looked destined to end my school life in SHS until a certain lady called Adwoa decided to rescue my then dimmed dream from dying completely. Adwoa was a wonderful girl who met me by fate and helped me. To put the weight of her help into perspective, without it I would have been not better than a miserably underemployed fellow complaining about everything around me and bemoaning the struggles of existence.

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How to Choose the Perfect Wig for You: Tips from the Experts



When it comes to hair, the options can feel endless. And when you’re looking for a new style, it can be tough to know where to start. That’s why we spoke with experts from two of the top wig companies in the industry: headband wigs and frontal lace wigs . They gave us their best tips on how to choose the perfect wig for you. Whether you’re looking for a new style or are experiencing hair loss, these tips will help you find the perfect wig for your needs.

What to consider when choosing a wig

When choosing a wig, there are a few key factors to consider:

-Your head shape: Not all wigs will look good on all head shapes. You’ll want to choose a style that compliments your natural features.

-Your hair type: Wigs come in all different textures and styles. You’ll want to pick one that best matches your natural hair.

-Your lifestyle: Consider how often you’ll be wearing the wig and what type of activities you’ll be doing while wearing it. You’ll want to choose a wig that is comfortable and easy to care for.

-Your budget: Wigs can range in price from $50 to $5000. You’ll want

How to find the perfect style for you

Once you’ve considered all of these factors, it’s time to find the perfect style for you. There are a few things you can do to make sure you find the right style:

-Look online: There are thousands of wig styles to choose from online. You can browse by type, color, and length to find the perfect one for you.

-Ask your friends: If you have friends who wear wigs, ask them for recommendations. They may know of a style that would be perfect for you.

-Consult a professional: If you’re still not sure which style to choose, consult a professional wig stylist. They can help you find the perfect wig for your needs.

No matter what your reasons for wanting to wear a wig, following these tips will help you find the perfect one for you. With so many options available, there’s sure to be a wig out there that’s perfect for you. So don’t be afraid to experiment and have fun with it! Try different styles and colors until you find the one that makes you feel like the best version of yourself. headband wig and frontal lace wigs are two great companies to start your search with. And remember, there’s no shame in wearing a wig—so rock it with confidence.

The different types of wigs available


There are several different types of wigs available on the market today, each with their own unique benefits and drawbacks. Here are the most common types of wigs:

– Synthetic wigs: Synthetic wigs are made from man-made fibers and are typically the least expensive type of wig. They are easy to care for and style, but they don’t always look natural.

– Human hair wigs: Human hair wigs are made from real human hair and can be styled just like your own hair. They are more expensive than synthetic wigs, but they offer a more natural look and feel.

– Lace front wigs: Lace front wigs are made with a lace base that is attached to the front of the head. They are more expensive than other types of wigs, but they offer a very natural look.

– Headband wigs: Headband wigs are made with a headband that goes around the back of the head. They are easy to wear and take off, and they are often less expensive than other types of wigs.

– Deep wave wig: A deep wave wig is a great choice for women with naturally curly hair. The waves in the wig will mimic the natural curl pattern of your hair, and it will be easy to style and maintain.

Now that you know the different types of wigs available, you can start your search for the perfect one! headband wig and frontal lace wigs offer a great selection of both synthetic and human hair wigs. So take your time, do your research, and find the perfect wig for you.

How to care for your wig

Caring for your wig is important if you want it to last. Here are a few tips for keeping your wig looking its best:

-Wash your wig regularly: Wigs need to be washed on a regular basis. Be sure to read the manufacturer’s instructions for washing and care.

-Avoid exposing your wig to heat: Heat can damage your wig, so avoid using curling irons, hair dryers, and other heat styling tools.

-Store your wig properly: When you’re not wearing your wig, be sure to store it in a cool, dry place. Avoid storing it in direct sunlight or in a humid environment.

-Handle your wig with care: Be gentle when brushing and combing your wig. Avoid pulling or tugging on the hair, as this can damage the fibers.

By following these tips, you can keep your wig looking its best for years to come. headband wig and frontal lace wigs offer a wide variety of wigs in different styles, colors, and lengths.

The cost of wigs

The cost of wigs varies depending on the type, style, and quality of the wig. Synthetic wigs are typically the least expensive, while human hair wigs are more expensive. Lace front wigs are also more expensive than other types of wigs. headband wig and frontal lace wigs offer a wide variety of wigs at different price points.


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HUAWEI showcases next generation of cutting-edge products for Smart and Healthy Living



Huawei Consumer Business Group (BG) featured a variety of HUAWEI’s cutting edge hardware products at the just ended Milan – “Huawei Flagship Product Launch 2022” event including: HUAWEI WATCH GT 3 Pro, HUAWEI Mate Xs 2, HUAWEI P50, HUAWEI WATCH D, HUAWEI Band 7 and HUAWEI WATCH FIT 2 which aims to further simplify the daily lives of consumers.

Along with its hardware products, HUAWEI also features its world-renowned Health App which has aided consumers all around the world lead a healthy lifestyle.

Huawei Consumer Business Group always puts consumers at the centre of what it does. At the launch event, Richard Yu, CEO of the Consumer Business Group, highlighted Huawei’s continuous dedication to optimising user experience to fulfil its strategy and vision of an All-Scenario Seamless AI Life.

HUAWEI WATCH GT 3 Pro – Elegance on your wrist: An everlasting masterpiece

The HUAWEI WATCH GT 3 Pro comes with a “moon phase collection” interface design, premium materials, an ultra-clear large screen and a range of watch faces to choose from. Huawei’s latest flagship smartwatch makes it easy to support a healthy lifestyle and HUAWEI TruSeen™ 5.0+ data monitoring technology, allows accurate heart health measurement and blood oxygen monitoring.

To ensure comfort and durability, the HUAWEI WATCH GT 3 Pro uses a sapphire glass lens and a ceramic back case. The skin-friendly materials allow for automatic detection of any change in temperature.

HUAWEI WATCH GT 3 Pro Titanium Edition brings a fresh look and feel with a minimalist design. To ensure uniformity and delicacy of the lines, the watch adopts luxury-grade polishing, which is complicated and time-consuming, just to create the premium finish. It is equipped with a titanium metal case, sapphire glass lens and ceramic back case. HUAWEI WATCH GT 3 Pro Ceramic Edition adopts a ceramic body design and has a soft natural gloss that highlights its elegant look. It also features an exclusive flower dial with dynamic effects; the five different dial effects show various shapes of the flower with time. The vivid blossoming of flowers not only symbolises the passage of time in a fascinating way but also adds a fun twist to its presentation.

HUAWEI WATCH GT 3 Pro Titanium Edition comes with a 14 days battery life and 7 days of battery life in intense usage scenarios, while the HUAWEI WATCH GT 3 Pro Ceramic Edition comes with 7 days of battery life in typical scenarios and 4 days of battery life in heavy usage scenarios. Thanks to wireless fast charging, you can charge up the watch for a full-day day of use in just 10 minutes.

Users of the HUAWEI WATCH GT 3 Pro have access to over 100 workout modes paired with an AI Running Coach and personal running planning feature based on an individual’s physical, running history and personal goals.

HUAWEI Mate Xs 2: Perfection Expanded

Introducing the HUAWEI Mate Xs 2, HUAWEI’s brand-new flagship foldable smartphone. With a weight of only 255g and a thickness of only 5.4mm, the phone features the first 3D Fibreglass Design to achieve a fusion of aesthetic colours and textures. To achieve an ultra-flat surface which is minimalistic and natural, the phone uses the Falcon Wing Design. Through that, the movement of the hinge and screen is precisely synchronised via the fixed-length linkage control. For the phone’s screen, the use of HUAWEI’s self-developed innovative industry-first composite screen to absorb all shock and buffer makes the HUAWEI Mate Xs 2 ultra-reliable.

To further enhance user-quality, the HUAWEI Mate Xs 2 is equipped with HUAWEI’s flagship products such as a 7.8-inch True-Chroma foldable display to deliver high resolution content, Silicon-Based Anode battery for higher density and larger capacity, 66W HUAWEI SuperCharge that allows a 90% charge within 30minutes, and an Anti-Reflective Nano Optical layer to help reduce glare.

And to top that all off, the HUAWI Mate Xs 2 incorporates innovative interactions with multitasking capabilities and Floating Window Swipe Gestures to provide a seamless control while operating the multi-window.

HUAWEI P50 – The Ultimate Camera Phone with aesthetic design

Staggering True-Form Dual-Matrix Camera

It compromises the powerful Main Camera Matrix and SuperZoom Matrix. The hardware is integrated with the HUAWEI XD Optics and HUAWEI XD Fusion Pro image engine, resulting in high-resolution images that are brighter and cleaner with more details. Huawei went the extra mile to glean a better understanding of colours. It created a comprehensive solution and tweaked over 2,000 colours in the full colour gamut. There is a new super colour filter system with True-Chroma Image Engine and Super HDR technology that provides comprehensive enhancements to details, colours and dynamic range. The HUAWEI P50 is outstanding in videography as it is in photography. The True-Form Dual-Matrix Camera supports 4K video recording on both the front and rear, providing vivid clear footage from every angle.

Moreover, the periscope zoom lens supports a maximum zoom range of up to 80 times. The HUAWEI P50 also supports a new generation of AIS Pro True-Steady Shot technology and is complemented by all-new OIS hardware to offer vastly improved stabilisation experiences

An iconic Dual-Matrix Camera Design

It is the perfect combination of form and function. The double ring setup is visually striking and instantly recognisable while incorporating the most advanced smartphone camera hardware.

It incorporates a stunning display with a single punch hole camera. With the HDR display supporting the full P3 colour gamut, it can deliver an impressive visual experience for both video entertainment and gameplay alike. The HUAWEI P50 features a 6.5-inch display with a high refresh rate and 300 Hz touch sampling rate to provide fast response times. With an IP68 rating, you can be sure you will be protected from the elements when out and about.

Large battery with HUAWEI SuperCharge

Whether for gaming, recording, working or simply browsing the Internet, the HUAWEI P50 delivers excellent battery life with a large and long-lasting 4100mAh battery, which is supported by 66W HUAWEI SuperCharge.


Furthermore, the trusted innovative and secure AppGallery is available on the HUAWEI P50 where users can download a wide range of high-quality apps.

HUAWEI WATCH FIT 2 – Fashion on your wrist

With fashionable characteristics, the HUAWEI WATCH FIT 2 connects style and functionality together. The HUAWEI WATCH FIT 2 is equipped with a 1.74-inch AMOLED HD HUAWEI FullView that displays 336PPI and 336 x 480 resolution to deliver an excellent visual experience and is accompanied by a screen-to-body ratio as high as 72.2%. The watch also features a new chessboard launcher design and the tap to Transfer feature that provides users with an interactive experience.

HUAWEI WATCH FIT 2 now comes with a speaker, in addition to the microphone. Calls can be pushed from users’ smartphone to their smartwatch via Bluetooth, so they can chat on the go, wherever they are. Users can answer and hang up calls with ease by tapping on the smartwatch’s button and add frequently used contacts in the HUAWEI Heath App. They can also play music directly on the smartwatch with offline music playback and manage music playback through mobile apps. Gain access to HUAWEI Assistant today on the smartwatch to quickly check the weather, flights, and other information. Despite the compact body, HUAWEI WATCH FIT 2 manages to fit in a large battery. Under typical usage scenarios, the smartwatch can be used for 10 days, and 7 days under heavy usage scenarios.

HUAWEI Band 7: Ultra-thin FullView smart Band with long battery life

Standing out amongst its competitors, the HUAWEI Band 7 provides professional functions in the field of scientific health and fitness. The band features the thinnest fitness tracker at less than 10mm in thickness, and weights 16g. Equipped with AMOLED display consisting of a screen-to-body ratio of 64.88%and 194 x 368 resolution bringing vivid content and visuals. Users can personalise their watch face with different colours to match their outfits.

In a typical scenario, HUAWEI Band 7 offers a 14-day battery life which ensures users can wear it all day long with continuous use, monitor various body indicators, even when sleeping. Customise the watch face with 3 different modes, including AOD Watch Faces with default watch faces which show hpw content is displayed on the watch face; Moon Phase Watch Face that displays sunrise and sunset timings along with 8 moon phases and tidal change in real time; as well as over 4,000 themes with matching colours to fit the user’s personal style.

With HUAWEI’s new running measurement system, Running Ability Index (RAI), users can evaluate their running ability objectively and find out their progress in real time.

While working out, users can use the HUAWEI TruSeen™4.0 to track their heart rate continuously, quickly, and accurately with two 3-in-1 LED and one photodiode for a higher light intake.

HUAWEI WATCH D: Wrist Blood Pressure Monitor


The HUAWEI WATCH D is the first wrist-type blood pressure monitoring device providing accurate blood pressure measurement anytime and anywhere for hypertensive patients.

At 1/6 size and weight of a traditional blood pressure meters, the HUAWEI WATCH D also uses a mini pump to measure blood pressure accurately anytime and anywhere. Using an innovative mini pump, the pressure of the air pump can reach to 40kPa, ensuring blood pressure can be measured up to 230mmHg. This is equivalent to the range of traditional blood pressure meters.

HUAWEI WATCH D is not only a blood pressure sensor but is also a smartwatch that supports heart rate measurement. HUAWEI WATCH D is placed with an ECG high-performance sensor module that supports recording ECG data and immediately generating ECG reports.

It has multiple workout modes and health monitoring functions. HUAWEI WATCH D also supports blood pressure measurement, heart rate monitoring, scientific sleep monitoring, automatic SpO2 monitoring, skin temperature detection, stress monitoring, etc., and is equipped with more than 70 workout modes. Combined with the smart mode, it offers 7 days of long battery life, which ensures users can wear and use it continuously without having to charge frequently.

HUAWEI Health App

HUAWEI Health App covers all aspects of a healthy lifestyle, including Fitness, Nutrition and Wellness. Users can enjoy a wide range of features of the HUAWEI Health App to stay fit for both physical and mental health. With HUAWEI Health+, Huawei is introducing a new premium paid subscription service for users who are looking for more advanced health & fitness features.

Creating a regiment to stay health is not easy but with the help of the HUAWEI Health App+’s Stay Fit Plan, users can create workouts and eating plans with automatic reminders for individuals base on their personal training days, exercise goals and favourite foods. Use the Nutritional Analysis to input nutrition data for each meal and calculating highly accurate calorie counts that can help users meet their goals.

Lastly, to help with breathing, HUAWEI’s Breathing Training allows users to create and develop their own breathingexercise routine which encourages consistency and ensures that the practice fits into the user’s daily life.  The HUAWEI Health+ will be firstly released in Germany and Italy.

HUAWEI continues to strive to enable users’ lead healthy lifestyles with new innovations. These new and unique hardware and functions will allow users track and motivate themselves as they embark on the journey to finding their best self.



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Over 500 students benefit from KonneKt World’s University Career Readiness Programme at UG & KNUST, next stop is UPSA



KonneKt World, a global, professional mentoring and coaching platform with personalized programmes, has successfully taken its University Career Readiness Programme to the nation’s top two premier institutions of higher learning, University of Ghana (UG) and Kwame Nkrumah University of Science and Technology (KNUST).

The overall aim of the programme is to reach more than 10,000 students before the year ends across all the institutions of higher learning in the country, both public and private, with the next stop scheduled to be the University of Professional Studies, Accra (UPSA) next week.

Held in partnership with the Students Representative Councils (SRC) of both institutions, more than 500 students across the two schools benefitted from career defining coaching, mentoring, and guidance that seek to better position them for a future in the world of work and entrepreneurship.

Under The Millennium Development Authority (MiDA)’s Ghana Power Compact Internship and Mentoring Programme, KonneKt trained female STEM graduates to equip them with the skills necessary for careers in the energy sector in the first quarter of the year.

Over 200 girls have undertaken this Career Readiness Program over the last two years, undertaking coaching for interviews, building professional networks for corporate opportunities as well as highlighting the process of creating a business, from ideation to business planning and funding. KonneKt World is on a mission to ensure all African youth have access to this programming one university at a time.

Phyllis Kuenyehia, Founder and CEO of KonneKt World noted that many students, while in school, just focus on the academic performance and by the time they graduate, are confused about next steps regarding their subsequent personal and professional goals.

“We at KonneKt seek to develop fellows in their educational journeys, career development and management, emotional/psychological well-being and relationship building,” she said after the first session at the University of Ghana, which took place on Saturday, May 7, 2022.

“We are grateful to the University of Ghana SRC for all their help in making sure the event went smoothly. We were joined by curious students across all four-year groups who took the bold step to be the architects of their own careers.

We discussed everything from building a valuable social capital, how we present ourselves in an Elevator Pitch, being serviceable in every environment, working diligently at every single thing that is put before us, relationships, internships, networking and so much more! We engaged the students to role plays in different scenarios to help them understand what real-life after university may look like,” she added.

With opportunities to join a professional networking programme to enhance chances of securing employment, Ms. Kuenyehia added that “each person that joined us in the KonneKt World University of Ghana Professional Network is one step closer to the successful and fulfilling life they want that is only attained through a deliberate and structured mapped out plan.”

At the KNUST session, which took place on Thursday, May 12 and also formed part of the school’s 70thanniversary celebrations, Ms. Kuenyehia pointed out the key takeaways which include: “It is okay to be confused about what career you will pursue while in school as this is your time to explore far and wide; knowing where you need help and not being afraid to ask for it is really what is important.

“Speaking positively about everything you are working on and building; and tapping into your networks and support systems to hold you up and boost you forward,” she said, adding that elevator pitches, relationships, internships and so much more were role played and asked about in breakout groups.

“Each person that joined us in the KonneKt World KNUST Professional Network is one step closer to the successful and fulfilling life they want that is only attained through a deliberate and structured mapped out plan,” she added.

About KonneKt World

KonneKt World is a global, professional mentoring and coaching platform with personalized programs that seeks to develop its fellows in their educational journeys, career development and management, effective networking, emotional/psychological well-being, relationship building, and financial management. With a methodology rooted in storytelling, KonneKt’s work focuses on designing clear career trajectories in the corporate world and entrepreneurship fields through experiential learning and by leveraging innovative software for all solutions.

What is unique about KonneKt is that we hold your hand during your most difficult challenges and deepest fears. We help you develop unique strategies that can turn your challenges into tools that yield extraordinary results in any area of your life. The KonneKt Mentoring programme is designed to help its mentees expand their knowledge and skills, gain valuable advice from a more experienced person, and build their professional networks.

KonneKt services include Mentorship Opportunities, Mentee Opportunities, Mentoring Strategy Consulting, Mentoring Program Setup, Program Management + Insights, Career Development, and Training and so much more. Visit their website KonneKt World to learn more.




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Spotify celebrates Sounds of Africa on 25 May in Johannesburg, South Africa



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On Wednesday 25 May 2022, Spotify took the opportunity to celebrate a crop of African creators who are making their voices heard and, through that, showing the world the vast array of African talent. Dubbed Sounds of Africa, the campaign highlighted six artists and six podcasters, and came to life through a social media campaign in the week leading up to 25 May. It all culminated in a night of merrymaking in Johannesburg, South Africa, where some of the creators as well as music industry stakeholders were present.


The six podcasters included Kenya’s and The Sandwich Podcast, Nigeria’s I Said What I Said and Tea with Tay and South Africa’s True Crime ZA and After School is After School with Sis G.U. The six artists were Kenya’s Chris Kaiga and Nikita Kering’, Nigeria’s Ladipoe and Preyé, and South Africa’s Nomfundo Moh and Zoë Modiga.


The host for the evening was the multi-talented Patricia Kihoro, who kicked off the event with a fireside chat with Jocelyne Muhutu-Remy, Spotify Africa’s Managing Director. In her first ever interview in the role, Muhutu-Remy shared about the Spotify journey in Africa and how platforms like Spotify can help out African storytelling on the map. A creator panel featuring Eli and Oscar of, Jola from I Said What I Said podcast and South African artist Zoë Modiga reiterated the importance of telling our own stories as a way of changing the perceptions of the continent.


Spotify also announced the creation of the Africa Podcast Grant to help highlight voices from the continent. The $100,000 grant will be given to 10 creators that are telling Africa’s story.. This fund aims to amplify underrepresented stories and perspectives in podcasting.


The party officially kicked off with Blinky Bill, who delivered an electrifying set that got everyone dancing, and a couple of Kenyans in the house even joined him on stage. South African dancer-turned-artist Kamo Mphela took the stage right after with a building shaking performance . DBN Gogo was next with an Amapiano set, before the main act of the night, Nasty C took the stage. The Coolest Kid in Africa definitely delivered, ending with his hit song Particular. To close off the night, Juls took to the decks for an Afrobeats set that left everyone wanting more.


“This is the first of many initiatives to come. We would like to highlight even more African creators on an even bigger scale, to ensure that the whole world knows that Africa is not just a singular moment, it is here to stay, it is THE moment.” – Jocelyne Muhutu-Remy, Managing Director, Spotify SSA

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You won’t be able to handle your sexting urges through OnlyFans, here is why



It’s no big secret that people love to sext. It’s the next best thing to actually having sex with someone. You get to let all of your fantasies come out and the person you’re talking to satisfies all of your adult cravings for you. All you have to do is read this article from Pure Wow to see just how common it is for people to sext with each other. You can do it while you’re dating someone or with total strangers for some added fun. If you’re just interested in meeting someone online to sext with them then the chances are very high that you’re going to try and find them on OnlyFans. 

Why you can’t rely on OF stars for sexting

  1. Sexting service providers on OF
  2. OnlyFans stars are too popular to sext with
  3. One woman cannot sext with 100 men
  4. Other sites work better

1. Sexting service providers on OF

This is where most people go when they want to have a fun and dirty night with someone new. There are plenty of people who offer sexting services on the site, but it’s not as simple as it seems to get what you want there. There are problems that exist on OnlyFans due to just how popular it really is. If you look at the number of men who subscribe to any girl on the site, you can see that it would be impossible for one woman to sex with all of them.

2. OnlyFans stars are too popular to sext with

The first thing you have to realize is that a site can be too popular for its own good. That’s exactly what’s happening here. When you get so many people looking for the same thing, you just can’t give it to all of them. Just take a look at this article from The Small Business Blog. They tell you right there that OnlyFans has 170 million registered users on the site. That would be fine except for the fact that there are only 1.5 million content providers. That’s a huge difference in numbers and basically means that every single adult content creator would have to satisfy 100 members to make everyone on the site happy. 

3. One woman cannot sext with 100 men

Just try to imagine one woman sexting with 100 different men at the same time. It’s just not possible. That’s why most of the people you sext with on the site aren’t who you think they are. What’s actually happening is that those adult content creators are hiring other people to pretend to be them so they can sext with all those men. It’s why you can never actually get the satisfaction you want out of OnlyFans.

4. Other sites work better

You still want to sext with someone, though. It’s a basic need at this point and you want to be able to sext with the person that you think you’re talking to. That’s where alternative sites come in. If you want to know that you’re sexting with the real deal, then you can’t really go wrong with a site like Arousr. This is where you can be sure that you’re talking to the women you see in the profile and that’s how it’s always going to be. These girls don’t have 100 men that they have to satisfy at the same time. It’s always one on one and that really makes all the difference. On top of that, you can choose how you want to interact with the girls. You have the option to talk with them over text, chat live on the phone, or even cam with them when you want to have the ultimate experience. If you’ve tried sexting on other platforms before then you’ll see the difference as soon as you start talking to someone. The possibilities are endless, and you’ll never feel like you’re talking to someone pretending to be someone else.

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Unlock your Winter fashion creativity with HUAWEI Petal Search



South Africans are fortunate in that we rarely have a prolonged Winter However, just because we don’t get snowstorms doesn’t mean our wardrobes should go through a barren patch. The change of season brings us the perfect opportunity to rejig our clothes for the colder months ahead.


Of course, trying to keep up with the latest fashion trends can be a nightmare when you’re juggling a full-time job, family time and still finding time for some personal R&R to catch up on your favourite shows next to the fireplace. Thankfully, this is where Petal Search comes in. Petal Search allows you to quickly find what is causing a buzz in the haute couture circles around the globe.


In fact, by simply entering ‘fashion trends South Africa 2022’ into the search box gives you enough wardrobe ideas to last all season. Whether it’s low-impact luxury wear to focusing on African storytelling, there’s an idea to harness the inner fashionista in all of us.


Your own fashion shows


There is no reason to stop there. Hop on over to the ‘Images’ and ‘Videos’ tabs to view winter clothing creativity in full flight. Whether you’re into male or female fashion, the images section has an array of high-quality photographs to inspire.


If you’re more into seeing how fashion comes to life, the videos section enables you to create your own personalised experience. Easily set the duration, length and quality of your visual entertainment. Petal Search enables you to watch fashion shows from New York to London, to Milan and everywhere else in between.


Enjoy a glimpse of fashion education


Of course, there’s the ‘Scholar’ tab to provide you with amazing insights on fashion from an educational perspective. Fancy yourself as a designer or do you prefer to broaden your horizon? Check this section out to learn everything you could possibly want from the fads and trends, the culture and identity and what makes South African fashion great.


Watching and reading about fashion is all good and well but to truly appreciate it and if you want to buy new clothes and restock your wardrobe with the hottest items, shoes, and accessories, Petal Search has you covered. Access shops galore from within the ‘Shopping’ tab from your couch, to restock your cupboard quickly with everything you need until Spring arrives. You can even specify size, colour, material and price to conveniently narrow down your search and get the perfect outfit for that night on the town or just a cosy night in. Petal Search is your trusty assistant when it comes to all things fashion from the palm of your hand. Click here to download Petal Search.

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