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The term Domestic Violence has been misunderstood. Campaigns to earnest awareness regarding domestic violence has proven to be a complete failure. On social media, blogs and etc we only see and hear stories about women been a victim of domestic violence and the irony of this is that women are still on the fight to be equals with men, to be heard and believed in but then playing the role of the weaker sex. The whole essence of this blog is not to take sides with either of the sexes. As a matter of fact I've been a victim of domestic violence before now, as much as I don't deserve to be molested, I also have to take responsibility of contributing been a cause of that incident. Okay chill! I know you'd be saying so I should stick to a man who abuses me at every slight opportunity? No! What's Domestic violence? Like stated earlier laymen without proper research understands  'Domestic Violence' as a woman been a victim of physical and emotional abuse. ...

So the most intriguing, hilarious and fascinating thing happened to me yesterday. I know I'm going to get slammed for sharing this guys but then I'm still in shock. I was invited to go out on a lunch date yesterday 23/05/17 with some David from Rivers State . No Lies guys but the invitation had come many times before but I've always been reluctant due to my busy schedule. Finally I agreed. I'm a corper and not very familiar with the places around so I asked him to suggest a place instead which he suggested charcoal.... At GRA. I'm sorry I seem to have forgotten the name but that's not the gist. So we met and we ordered for drinks and also chicken and chips, he took just chicken and I myself chicken and chips. We got talking, he claimed he's twenty six and went ahead to give me details of his ex who's now married after a year of their break up. We talked about school and I didn't fail to emphasize on my passion for interior designing and how m...

I am Katherine Tatiana Daniel. He calls me Cat. October 26th I'd missed my flight from Kenya to Lagos, Nigeria earlier that morning so waited for the next available flight which was later that evening. It's been a long day, all I wanted was to go Home to the comfort of my bed. When Dayo had touched my hands offering to give me a lift from the airport down to my apartment claiming to care for this stranger he'd just met I knew and i saw the desire in his eyes and I felt it too; undermining the fact he was way older I admired him. He was sitted next to me on the flight, he'd listened to my distressed conversation with Walter and couldn't help  but interfere. He was Kind. Really Kind. Yes I know Men could be extra-ordinarily nice when they want to get in between your thighs but when i looked in to Dayo's eyes it felt really intense and sincere. I didn't want to know if he was married or not. We never talked about that, moreover he obviously wasn't...

Walking towards the church premises adjusting my knee length black lace dress I've kept long in my box since my mum handed it over to me as a graduation gift; awaiting a day like this at the same time fixing one of my favorite Rayban shades I had chosen to be in disguise allowing it rest properly on my face above my nose; I was in character atleast that's what my mum made me understood, mum was an entirely different person once she stepped into the church premises or amongst her church friends, praising the Lord and everything revolves only about Jesus. I have always felt uncomfortable going to church because I felt I was been watched, it  made me feel vulnerable and hypocritical; doing what was expected of me as a born again when deep down inside I barely understood what it felt like been Christian. For me church life was hard work; trying not to think about that boy I was having a crush on because I felt I would die at the spot and rut in hell, atleast that's what my ma...