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a few red flags

on my way to work this morning, i was handed a publication that consisted mostly of adverts. if you live in lagos nigeria, you get handed all sorts of publications on your way to work, some given politely, other just thrust into your car like you really have no choice than to receive it and read it. its usually the religious kind that have the effrontery to do the latter. so anyways, it ended up being interesting read, that is until i got to the advert that said "take back control of your home". naturally, i was intrigued. my mind went to all the instances when a man could lose the respect of his family, or lose his house to government etcetera. i shouldnt have tasked my early mind that far. it read: "take back control of your home. try our products and reverse the signs of 'weak erection, libido loss, sexual weakness, impotence etcetera." i really shoulda guessed, but pray tell, how on earth does getting increased sexual libido enable you take back control of your home? on second thoughts, i dont think i want you to explain it to me. i can already imagine scenes too graphic for a 'post sunday' morning...and if thats the only thing i need to do to "take control of my home", then please leave my home in disarray.

talking about sunday...yesterday in church, we had the marriage weekend. now of course as a single person, thats the most dreaded service of every year because you get to hear things that you really dont find age appropriate...especially not from respected men of God who you only expect to know about bible references and holy issues. you can only imagine how i struglled through the service with old couples (and i mean really old) talking about how women are not easily aroused and how their men should know what areas of their wives to touch in order to arouse them, like the (and i quote) "Breasts, Ear lobe and some areas of the under region". My goodness, enough information already!!! I had turned so red in the face I thought I was going to come out of church an albino. and the women were guffawing like it was the darn funniest thing they'd ever heard! so much for leaving church with holy thoughts...

over the weekend i stumbled on two music videos that made me, er, look again. the first was russian roullette by rihanna, and the other was "3" by britney spears. now of course i'm a fan of music and i listen to everything from Jay Z to Christie Igbokwe so i know good music when i hear it, if i may say so myself. so personally, i fail to understand how on earth rihanna expects to sell three copies of her album with a song like russian roullette? but i digress. what hit me about the video was how, once again, rihanna goes for the over-demonic undertones that she employed in 'umbrella' and 'disturbia'. she seems intent on commercializing mysticism and normalizing madness. especially considering that nothing in the video seemed to have anything to do with the theme of her song? (dont ask me what the theme of the song was either).

britney's "3" was a 'bump your head to this' song that invites the listener to join her in a sexual threesome...or maybe four while doing it on the floor. much as i appreciate the need to rhyme in music, sometimes i feel that when an artist tries too hard to sell herself as a sexy vixen, she just comes accross as a desperate whore clutching to the last strands of a now faded stardom...but again, thats just me thinking.

unfortunately, i didnt pay much attention to the goings on in the news this weekend so i have nothing to brief you on the political goings on but you can bet that once i read the newspapers this morning, i'll be back on here screaming blue murder. hope y'all had a blast this weekend...tell me all about it if you can (never mind that i'll probably yawn through it all). lol

see ya later peeps

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