Sunday, October 30, 2005

The Sensation of Temptation

Now look at the picture of Brandy and tell me if she does not tickle your fancy.
Brandy is as intoxicating as Brandy. She is a Korean-American and if you want to read the full interview with Brandy, ask for it.

Yesterday, I was in Church as usual. And there she was.No. Not Brandy. Another pretty and sexy babe.This leggy Nigerian beauty. She is young and pretty and has the finest pair of legs I have seen. She has the perfect physique for a model. And without any doubt, a temptation as I regarded her from head to toes. I know her and her family. We live in the same Nigeria LNG RA. Her uncle and aunt know me very well. And I have been to their house for house fellowship once or twice. But, I deliberately ignored her. But, yesterday, she sat close to me. So, I had to pray against the temptation of her attraction. And thank God that the minister who preached was anointed and preached very well. I forgot all about her for some minutes. But, when we went to give our offerings and I was returning to my seat, she looked up at me. The come hither look. I averted my eyes and ignored her. Then, when the service ended, I left immediately for the nearest bus stop. My sister and other members of my family left earlier with the private bus that always takes us to church and returns to take us back home. So, I was going to take a public transport bus or "Okada" motorbike when the temptation returned with direct confrontation. Her uncle and family were returning home in their official Nigeria LNG Jeep when they saw me and stopped to carry me.There was no where else to sit, except beside her. And there welcoming me were those finest pair of legs I have seen from her feet to the laps as she sat down in her knee-length gown. She shly tried to stretch the gown to cover her exposed laps and I averted my eyes. She was tensed as we sat up close shoulder to shoulder. She was very warm until they dropped me near our residence.I felt the sensation until I entered into the house. And since yesterday, I have been thinking of her.

She is pretty and sexy. And only God can save me from going out with her.

Saturday, October 29, 2005

Is Oprah A Beautiful Woman?

Oprah Winfrey needs no introduction to billions of people who must have watched her celebrated "Oprah Winfrey Show" all over the world. And she is world famous for her generosity. I mean Lady Oprah has shown more kindness to more people all over the world than any woman in history. And she is still doing more and more and more.
But, what makes Oprah so popular? Her good looks or her good works?

Of course, Oprah is not Miss America and she does not pretend to be the sexiest woman alive. But without make up, is Oprah a beautiful woman?

Remove all the make-up and make-over from all the celebrated women in showbiz, and let us see their real looks. Will you still holler and stutter when you see them in their bedrooms immediately as they wake up?

The beauty in Oprah is not her famous weight-loss program or pearly-white flashing teeth and wonderful smiles. But her love for humankind. Her peaceful spirit. The beauty of her culture and the beauty of her milk of human kindness. And this is the real essence of human existence.

Oprah Winfrey actually looks like an Igbo woman in the villages of Eastern Nigeria without her make-up or make-over and she reminds me of my aunt. And I love her.
I will prefer to go out with the real Oprah without the aesthetics of Hollywood cosmetics. No designer clothes and perfume. Imagine Oprah in an African scarf we call "Gele", wrappers of African textile print and simple African "Made in Nigeria" slippers and handbag. And that is my own ideal Oprah Winfrey. And I would be glad and grateful to love her heart and soul.

Friday, October 28, 2005

Dream Boogie:he Triumph of Sam Cooke

Dream Boogie: The Triumph of Sam Cooke
by Peter Guralnick
Soul Man
A Review by Charles Taylor

How does an American artist aim for a broad audience without being accused of selling out? Trying to maintain your distinctiveness while entering the mainstream is particularly fraught for black performers, who can find their desire to generate a widespread following dismissed as a bid to join the white world.

The most overt, dramatic and controversial example of this struggle was Ray Charles' switch from the R&B he recorded at Atlantic Records to the orchestrated pop, country music, show tunes and Beatles covers he recorded when he made the lucrative move to ABC Records in 1959. Though, if you have the ears to hear, what comes through is consistency. There is just as much soul in Charles' string-laden "Moonlight in Vermont" as in the guttural exhortations of "I Got a Woman." Which is not to say everything he did was equally great, but that Charles' career exposed the narrow ways in which we decide what constitutes "authenticity." It was inevitable that Charles, who truly deserves the overworked appellation "genius," wouldn't be content with one color on the musical palette and would try to encompass as much of American popular music as he could.

If the tension between pop and soul doesn't seem so overt in the case of Sam Cooke, it may be because many people never assumed it was there. While a large portion of the black audience already knew Cooke from his tenure with the gospel group the Soul Stirrers, when his first hit single -- that sweet summer breeze of a song "You Send Me" -- brought him to national attention, he was seen by a much larger audience as just about the silkiest singer imaginable.

But if the tension seemed less present in the music, it was there in Cooke's psyche, and the conflict between assimilation and individualism is the strongest overarching theme in Peter Guralnick's new biography, Dream Boogie: The Triumph of Sam Cooke.

Guralnick had wanted to write a Cooke biography ever since meeting Cooke's business partner, J.W. Alexander, in 1982. Other books intervened, none more time-consuming than his two-volume biography of Elvis Presley, Last Train to Memphis and Careless Love. Anyone who's read the Elvis books knows that Guralnick is a scrupulous and thorough interviewer. The common thread running through all of Guralnick's work is a commitment to decency. In every interview he does, he allows his subjects the space to present themselves, and trusts his readers to use their intelligence and instincts to make their own judgments.

Still, there's one problem with Dream Boogie. While Guralnick the meticulous researcher and compassionate interviewer is present, the part of him that synthesizes and brings a critic's eye to the story is absent here. This is particularly disappointing in the long section that comes about a third of the way into the book that covers the time between Cooke's leaving the Soul Stirrers and his finding his feet in the pop world, alternating great singles like "Twistin' the Night Away" with brassy albums of standards, and his establishing himself as both a star and a businessman. There's no denying that business is key to the Sam Cooke story. But there are times when you wish Guralnick would cut through the details of the meetings and negotiations and simply tell us what it meant for Cooke to set up a publishing company, what it meant for him, along with Alexander, to found the SAR record label. (You can get a more concise view of this from the liner notes Guralnick has contributed to the new CD reissues of the Cooke albums "One Night Stand! Sam Cooke Live at the Harlem Square Club" and "Night Beat.")

It's worth persevering, though, because Dream Boogie offers ample evidence that the historian-as-storyteller is still kicking around. Guralnick brings the gospel touring circuit of the '50s and the soul circuit of the '50s and '60s to life and gets at how, in the temptations available on each, the sacred held no more sway than the secular. This is where his determination to let the story tell itself really does work. Guarlnick not only calls up a vanished milieu; his vivid portrayal of that scene helps to explain Cooke's drive to move beyond it.

For all the fondness in Guralnick's stories of traveling, boozing, womanizing (at one point, three different women gave birth to a child of Cooke's at virtually the same time), for all the thumbnail vividness in the sketches of the characters and musicians Cooke met both on and off the road ("In mid-November they signed Johnny 'Guitar' Watson, a star on the L.A. R&B scene whose talent was exceeded only by his panache and by his ambivalence about whether he wanted to be a singer or a pimp"), the second-rateness of the chitlin circuit comes through. The performers are forced to stay in lousy hotels because the better ones are segregated, as are the restaurants. As far as the sight of a group of black men driving a new car in the South, forget it. At times it seems obvious that Cooke's older brother, Charles, who'd had run-ins with the law, was hired as driver as much to keep him out of trouble as for the muscle he could provide.

And there was worse. For Cooke and for every performer on this circuit, there were too many examples of the dangers both within and without. The R&B singer Jesse Belvin died in a car accident caused by slashed tires, and the damage was thought to have been inflicted by white fans angered by Belvin's refusal to play a segregated show. In the months before Cooke died in December 1964, Frankie Lymon had already been arrested for possessing heroin; he'd die a junkie four years later. The great Little Willie John would be arrested for killing a man in an argument. Ray Charles had been busted for heroin in Boston.

The horrors and humiliations of the road might have been enough to impress themselves on anyone. Cooke's upbringing ensured they did. Cooke was the son of a conservative preacher, so it might be supposed that Cooke -- who gave up sacred music for secular, who loved his women, who enjoyed all the advantages that money and being a truly beautiful-looking man brought him -- was a rebel. In truth, he took his father's advice to heart. "Respect your elders, respect authority," Guralnick recounts it. "But if you were in the right, don't back down for anyone, not the police, not the white man, not anyone." It's possible that what protected Cooke in some confrontations was the astonishment he provoked in others by being a black man who did not back down. Guralnick tells a story about Cooke's running out of gas on tour in Memphis. Waiting for Charles to come back from the service station, Cooke was approached by a white cop who told him to move the car, to push it if he had to. "His name was Sam Cooke, and he didn't push cars," is what he told the cop, before finally saying, "You push the fucking car. You may not know who I am, but your wife does. Go home and ask your wife about me." The unmistakable sexual nature of that taunt makes you gasp, as does the fact that Cooke got away with it.

Dream Boogie leaves you wishing that Guralnick had more fully explored how Cooke's career embodied both the desire to integrate and the belief in black self-determination (and also how, if Malcolm X and Martin Luther King had lived, how those views might have reconciled themselves). Cooke wanted to find the widespread popularity that Nat King Cole and Harry Belafonte had (Belafonte's "Calypso" LP had spent three years on the charts), which inevitably would have meant moving more toward the middle of the road. But he also seemed adamant that that popularity would give him the freedom to move beyond pop, to meld together all his influences, and to have an audience that was primed to follow him as he did.

Guralnick records several incidents that reveal Cooke was aware of the changes taking place in pop music. He admired the Beatles. Hearing "Blowin' in the Wind" on "The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan" inspired him to write "A Change Is Gonna Come," which has rightly been called the greatest soul song of all time. And Guralnick quotes Bobby Womack, whose "It's All Over Now" was covered and turned into a hit by the Rolling Stones, telling Cooke that this guy -- Mick Jagger -- couldn't sing. Womack simply wouldn't believe it when Cooke told him the Stones represented the future. (In fact, the Stones would soon be represented by Allen Klein, the accountant-turned-agent who managed Cooke during the last year and a half of his life. Not the least important accomplishment of Dream Boogie is its portrait of Klein, more complex and nuanced than others that have painted him as one of the principal villains in the breakup of the Beatles.) Could a man with such catholicity of musical taste (matched, from everything Guralnick tells us, by his omnivourous taste in reading) be satisfied with making middle-of-the-road pop?

Certainly those two recently reissued RCA recordings suggest not. "One Night Stand! Sam Cooke Live at the Harlem Square Club" hints that Cooke still had some musical integration of his own to accomplish. Recorded at the Saturday night late show in a packed Miami club in 1963, it can stand with "Otis Redding Live in Europe" as one of the greatest live albums ever. This was the show Cooke did on the soul circuit, quite different from the one he'd record the next year before a largely white audience at the Copacabana in New York City ("Sam Cooke at the Copa"), and it took RCA more than 20 years to issue it. It's a raw show; Cooke's voice is raspy throughout and the sort of call-and-response interaction between performer and audience marks just how fully Ray Charles and others had succeeded in bringing the fervor of gospel into R&B. The accounts of Cooke's live performances in Dream Boogie suggest that he relied largely on his voice to seduce a crowd instead of the theatrics that were a staple of Jackie Wilson's act. Whatever his physical presence was that night in Miami, you can hear, just by the vocals, what whips the crowd up, why every song is punctuated by shouts of excitement. By the time Cooke and the band reach the closer, an extended "Having a Party," you feel as if you could die from sheer happiness, and as if you're ready to.

"Night Beat," which might be the only satisfactory studio album Cooke completed in his lifetime, suggests that Cooke was well on his way to merging the direct emotion of soul with the sheen of pop. Obviously taking some inspiration from the "themed" albums Frank Sinatra had made at Capitol in the '50s, "Night Beat" aims to get the feel of the blues and spirituals (the album opens with "Nobody Knows the Trouble I've Seen" and includes numbers by Willie Dixon and Charles Brown) into a relaxed late-night groove. The album succeeds in creating a sound that is both mellow and deeply emotional, which, of course, is not a contradiction in terms.

The best argument for why Guralnick the critic should be more present in Dream Boogie (the title is taken from a Langston Hughes poem) is that Cooke was at his most complex in his music. For much of this book, Sam Cooke comes off as somewhat indistinct. Everyone Guarlnick interviews tells us he was a charmer, highly motivated and ambitious, but they also refer to a veiled side. And while we see the flashes of temper, the ease with which he left groups and labels when he had a chance to further his own career, the callous attitude he had toward women (including his second wife, Barbara, who had fallen in love with him when she was a little girl), he remains something of an enigma -- except in the music.

Cooke comes most alive toward the end, when he is both realizing his greatest popularity and suffering as he never has following the drowning death of the infant son who, because of (unfounded) doubts of his siring, he held distant in his affections. And it's those washes of darkness and turmoil that serve Guralnick so well in the account of Cooke's death suggesting that some sort of recklessness wasn't out of the question. Cooke was shot to death by Bertha Lee Franklin, the proprietor of a $3 Los Angeles motel. He had gone to the motel with Erica Boyer, a hooker and, more to the point, a roll artist (someone who picked up men, took them to a hotel and, before any sex had taken place, absconded with their money). What happened there will always be a matter of dispute. Boyer claims she was kidnapped by Cooke and escaped with Cooke's clothes when he went into the bathroom. Cooke, coming out and finding most of his clothes and money gone, started banging on the motel office, demanding Bertha Lee Franklin produce the girl. They got into a rough scuffle during which Franklin fired a shotgun into him.

Even if, as is likely, the homicide was justifiable, there are questions that have never been answered about whether, also as likely, Cooke was Boyer's specifically chosen mark for the night. A private investigator hired by Allen Klein was on the verge of finding out, but Klein, fearing the results would damage Cooke's reputation, dropped the investigation as he was requested to do by Cooke's widow, Barbara. Inevitably, as with so many pop deaths (Tammi Terrell, Marvin Gaye, Kurt Cobain), all sorts of conspiracy theories have sprung up about the killing.

It was not uncommon to hear Cooke's death talked of, bitterly, as the comeuppance that a racist society metes out to black men who got above themselves. Without diminishing Cooke, without denying Erica Boyer's probable culpability in creating the situation that got Cooke shot, Guralnick understands the death as the sad, stupid waste of life and talent that resulted from Cooke putting himself in a very bad position.

For all the things that keep Dream Boogie, a solid, scrupulous, thoughtful biography, from being a truly great book, there's no doubt that rock 'n' roll history, and, hell, American history, needs Peter Guralnick. His magisterial work on Elvis Presley, which can leave you feeling unmoored for days, convinced that you have just read, as Guralnick claims, "the saddest story" he knows, can stand alongside Taylor Branch's ongoing "America in the King Years" and Robert Dallek's two-volume life of LBJ as one of the greatest recent accomplishments in American biography. No subject Guralnick approaches in popular music is likely to have that immensity. But there are still pieces of the story of American music that call out for his perspicacity and decency and smarts.

We are in a period where, instead of turning our cultural past into the vast library it promised, technology has, by its pace, accelerated the culture of disposability. The CDs and DVDs available to us may form a library of the past, but the speed of our culture encourages us never to get past the new-releases wall. Rock journalism -- God, even that name sounds like a relic -- far from being the great enterprise it seemed 30 years ago, has given way to a sort of undifferentiated fandom. There is simply too much music for any critical sensibility to present a clear overview of our pop present. And so the solipsism Lester Bangs envisioned in his obituary for Elvis has, just as he predicted, come to hold all the cards. Too much pop music criticism no longer seems even interested in talking to an audience beyond the small one that will already know what the writer is talking about.

Which is why, even at the risk of seeming a mere archivist or even an old fogy, Guralnick needs to bring his talents to other figures who are in danger of becoming relics of a past that many people no longer believe they should care about. Buddy Holly and Otis Redding are just two of the titanic figures who need solid biographies written about them, as does an artist Guralnick has written about so lovingly in the past, Charlie Rich, still the least acknowledged great American singer of the 20th century. I can't imagine how exhausting it must be to work on the scale that Guralnick does. I pray for his stamina. Our past needs the love and respect he continues to show it.

The Book is available on

Thursday, October 27, 2005

True Christians Don't Celebrate Halloween

I know that millions of American church goers who love to shout and yell and claim to be "Christians" are already looking forward to October 31, to celebrate the HALLOWEEN and if they hypocritically deny that they are taking part in the satanic festivities of the dark world, they are granting the wishes of their children to join the ignorant and gullible majority to do so and they are also selling Halloween merchandise.

True Christians in singles and families MUST NOT HAVE ANYTHING WHATSOEVER TO DO WITH THE HALLOWEEN in any form or way.

Are "Harvest Parties" for Christians?
originally published in the Colorado Christian News, October 1995
(author's name not published)

"What are you doing for Halloween?" Ask a Christian parent this question, and be prepared to hear an answer like, "Nothing! We don't celebrate Halloween." Thunder crashes, and you creep away, embarrassed for even asking.
"What are you doing ON Halloween?" Ask the same parent this slightly altered question, and their whole manner and response brightens. "Why," they begin, as birds begin to sing and sunshine breaks through the cumulus clouds. "We're all going to the Harvest Party at church!" A choir sings. A trumpet sounds. You feel privileged just knowing these saints.
Let's take a look at the typical Harvest Party.
§ It is a celebration.
§ It is chaperoned (usually).
§ It may have costumes.
§ Games are played.
§ Contests are held.
§ Food abounds.
§ Music blares.
§ Everyone enjoys themselves.
Certainly, nothing to get concerned about, right? The problem, however, lies in the billing. The Harvest Party is usually referred to as the Christian alternative to traditional Halloween hijinx. Alternative, however, implies substitute. It assumes our children need something to take the place of Halloween, since they won't be participating in the secular and pagan celebrations. It suggests our kids are missing out on something. And indeed they are, if we allow them to spend Halloween in celebration.

If we are to train our children to be soldiers in the army of Christ, why would we sign a pass for them to go on leave when the battle is escalating on the front lines?
As a child of four, I contacted the first of many spirit guides (read: demons) while playing with a Kindergarten classmates' ouija board at a chaperoned Halloween party. This spiritual assault ignited an intrigue with the supernatural that culminated in my lifestyle as a practicing witch: divination, necromancy, channeling, astrology, psychic ability, and spell working. It wasn't until I was twenty that I met the real Jesus Christ, and was released from the trap that Satan had set for this young prisoner of war sixteen years earlier.

There are too many casualities on Halloween and far too few troops fighing the enemy. Instead of partying on Halloween, teach your children how to fight. Keep them aware that the fight isn't against occultists, non-Christians, Christians who feel differently than we about Halloween, or institutions that promote Halloween, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers or darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places" (Ephesians 6:12).
How do we teach our children to wrestle spiritually?
§ Discourage them from participating in traditional Halloween activities (2 Timothy 2:4). Then tell them why.
§ Encourage them to pray on a regular, daily basis (Ephesians 6:18). Let them know first hand the power that we have in prayer. All Christians should know how to fight on their knees.
§ Remind them to be alert and self-controlled (1 Corinthians 16:13; 1 Thessalonians 5:6). Give them the discipline of knowing it is their responsibility to keep watch. They, themselves, might also become casualties in the war.
§ Make certain they are prepared for battle (Ephesians 6:11). Do they know the truth? Stand on the Word of God? Have faith? Know the gospel? Are they righteous? Are they saved?...

Instead of celebrating, what's a Christian to do on Satan's feast day? PRAY! Intercession and spiritual warfare should be the first item on our agenda. It is NOT a last resort!
§ Join with other families in the church. Have the pastor announce a night of spiritual battle. Organize a group of Christians parents and students from your children's school or homeschool group. As a family, designate the seven nights before October 31 as Family Prayer Outreach nights.
§ Pray for protection. Pray over both those who engage in prayer warfare and over those who will be out trick-or-treating or at Halloween parties. October 31 is a prime recruiting time for witches and Satanists....and a time for interested kids to experiment. Pray that the Lord keeps our kids from falling prey to those who worship the enemy.
§ Pray for discernment. Let the Holy Spirit direct you to specific prayer requests. Pray that the children who are "out there" will somehow "know" to keep away from certain activities. I have relatives who, even though they were not Christians, "knew" that ouija boards and levitation games were dangerous.
§ Pray that the Lord hinder the occult rituals. For four years, I lived in a building which over looked a cemetery where occult ceremonial markings were often found. ON certain occult feast days, usually between midnight and 3am, I would look down into the darkness and kneel at my window binding the demons that controlled the ceremonies. I'll never know this side of heaven what effect my prayers had. Maybe a potential sacrifice escaped. Maybe the occultists weren't successful in summoning their demon. Maybe a new, young recruit decided that this was not the lifestyle he thought he wanted.
§ Pray for the salvation of the occultists. Jesus Christ died for those whom Satan holds captive and deceived, for those who mock Him, who deny His deity or His existence. He doesn't want them to perish, but to come to Him calling Him Father, Lord. Pray the veil is lifted from their eyes, the Lord allows them to see clearly their spiritual condition and their only hope lies in Jesus Christ. Pray also, about whether the Lord would have you take a more active role in bringing the gospel to Satan's servants.
§ Let your children know that this is effective warfare. They must know their prayers are heard and acted on by our Father. Let them know they can make a difference.

Come October 31, they'll know they have a job to do.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

How Much Is Your Blog Worth?, is worth $226,945.08, is worth $127,586.04

My blog is worth $226,945.08.
How much is your blog worth?

Inside Ukrainian woman's penitentiary

It is hard to be imagined by ordinary person who never knew what woman’s penitentiary is. It is a “staff” consisting of over thousand uneven-aged women-criminals. There are filicides, thieves, drug-addicts and other professionals among them.
Lots of years are spent for expiation of the sins committed “at liberty.” They give birth to a child, they become mothers.

Even in this hell, woman wants to be clear and beautiful.

I love Ukraine and Ukrainians and millions of them love me. I have been celebrating the Orange Revolution and when President Viktor Yushchenko dismissed the office of the beautiful and wonderful Prime Minister Yulia Tymoshenko, I was disappointed. But, as my fairy Lady said that the Orange Revolution is still in evolution, I am still the number one foreign champion of her populist ideals and I will support her all the way until she becomes the President of Ukraine one fine day. Amen.

The way women are being treated in prisons in Ukraine as you can see from the pictures (if you follow the link)is inhuman and I want to protest against the maltreatment of women in Ukraine, whether in prison or outside the prison.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

BREAKING NEWS: First Lady of Nigeria Dies In Spain

BoggyWoggy is sad.
Because, the tragedy is bad.

The breaking news on the CNN shook the whole of Nigeria as millions of Nigerians were going to fellowship and worship God in their various places of worship in churches and mosques.
"Our First Lady Mrs. Stella Obasanjo has died!"
"What?! What happened?"
"They said she died after surgery in Spain."
The news left millions petrified as they were in a state of shock.Speechless.
Stella Obasanjo was the apple of the eye of President Olusegun Obasanjo.
She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Because, she was born into a very wealthy family. The Abebe Family is a household name in Nigeria. Her elder brother the medical specialist Dr.Abebe is a popular physician and their estate the Abebe Court is located in the exclusive Government Reserved Area of Ikoyi on the Lagos Island in Nigeria.

Her sudden death would leave her husband and family and friends in shock.
This is a terrible tragedy.
We were still trembling from the shocking news of the death of Stella Obasanjo when the horrible news of the Bellview plane crash hit us like Hurricane Katrina.
"Over 115 people died in the plane crash near Abuja the capital of Nigeria," my cousin reported.
Both the crew and passengers perished!
I was speechless.

Well, for the President of Nigeria, "Uncle Sege" as we call him, has other wives to comfort him. But, he would miss the petite beauty he chose to make his First Lady even though she was not his first wife. And the first wife is very much alive and well. I wonder how they would all be feeling now.

As Nigeria mourns, I send my condolences to all the bereaved families, relatives, friends and all Nigerians. May God comfort us all.

Nigeria's first lady dies at 59


Associated Press

ABUJA, Nigeria - Stella Obasanjo, the wife of Nigeria's president, died Sunday in Spain. She was 59.
Her death came the same day a passenger jet carrying 117 people crashed shortly after takeoff from Lagos, Nigeria's largest city, with officials saying dozens on board survived.
Stella Obasanjo, described as President Olusegun Obasanjo's "beloved wife," died after undergoing surgery, according to a brief statement signed by presidential spokeswoman Remi Oyo. No further details were given.
The Spanish Foreign Ministry said Obasanjo's wife died Sunday morning at a hospital in the southern Spanish resort city of Marbella, where she had been on a private visit.

Saturday, October 22, 2005

Smoking Shrinks Peenis

Joke of the Day - Smoking Shrinks Penis.
Sent in by Tyro:

Recent Canadian government research has shown that cigarette smoking not only impairs sexual ability, it actually causes shrinkage of the male sexual "equipment."

Wow! If that is true, we need to get the word out ASAP! Maybe the warning on the cigarette packs should be updated to reflect this new information.

How about something like this:

Warning: These cigarettes are king size -- how about you?

Warning: Smoking sections in restaurants aren't the only things getting smaller.

Warning: If you don't reduce your smoking, your smoking will reduce you.

Warning: Smoking may lead to ridicule on your honeymoon.

Warning: Smoke rises, but you may not.

Warning: Second-hand smoke can be harmful to children. That is, if you're capable of conceiving any.

Warning: Cigarettes get shorter the more you puff -- so do you.

Warning: How can you enjoy a smoke afterwards, if there's no before?

Warning: The only thing left after a smoke is a dead stub.

Warning: Don't throw lit cigarettes in the urinal -- you might not have the range to put them out!


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Friday, October 21, 2005

The Nigerian Internet Scam Letter of the Week.

Here is the latest Nigerian Internet Scam Letter.
And I bet that this one sent to me this morning is the latest on the Internet.
This is the BoggyWoggy "Nigerian Internet Scam Letter of the Week."
Enjoy it.

(A Subsidiary of Abacha real estates).
From the Desk of her Excellency,
Dr.Mrs.Maryam Abacha.
Phone Number (+31-633735257)

Dear friend,

This might seem very deplorable for a person that you
do not know but as the title implies, I am Dr Mrs
Maryam Abacha, wife of the late General Sani Abacha.

I am contacting you due to the present situation as
regards the special panel set up by the present
democratic administration in my country (Nigeria)
under the anti-corruption law passed mainly to recover
what they (Government) termed "Abacha's looted
money".This law is yet another smear campaign aimed
mainly to frustrate, humiliate, dismember and widen
the scope of hatred to our family. A personal vendetta
by President Obasanjo who was jailed by my husband's
Government for plotting a coup d 'etat against his

This highly calculated attempt by this administration
cum Swiss government through bi-lateral relationship
has taken away from us over US$1.4billion in
Switzerland. The rampaging situation in our accounts
abroad has yielded to the barbaric pressure and just
last month we were squished out of another US$395m
and all this funds can be ascertained independently.

This government is bent on destroying our family. You
may be aware that my son (Mohammed), heir apparent to
the family just got out of prison after 3 years of
detention. Therefore, I am soliciting for genuine
partners that I can invest the family fortune that is
scattered all over the world.

I am in possession of $24 000.000 (TWENTY FOUR MILLION
U.S DOLLARS)in a Security Company that I intend to
invest abroad through your assistance. For the purpose
of investment in areas of your interest, contact me as
a handsome reward of 25%of the total sum awaits you,
subject to our negotiation and agreement.

You can contact me via my e-mail for security reason
for further details for now. In the event of you not
being interested in this proposal, endeavor to keep
this highly confidential.

Reply this letter urgently through my trustee E-mail and call him on his
private line (+31-633735257) because I have already
inform him about the step I want to use to take this
money out of the shore of Africa and to avoid us
losing this money since it is the only remaining fund
left for the survival of my family.

Thanks for your anticipated co-operation.

Yours sincerely,
My Trustee Email Address:
Phone Number (+31-633735257)

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Nigerian Blogger Missing In America


Nigerian Blogger Olamide Elizabeth Adeyooye is missing in America and I am not sure if she has been found since last week.
Please, help us to look for her.


Missing girl..........taken from Sam

Proviso West High School Class of 2002 and current ISU student

On October 13th at around 9 P.M., Olamide Elizabeth Adeyooye (Oh-LAH-Mee-Day Ah-Day-YO-yay) went missing from her apartment on Market Street in Normal, Illinois (Illinois State University) She is nicknamed "Ola" or "Ollie."

She was last seen at Family Video around the same time, however, managed to reach her apartment and put one of the videos in. When her apartment was broken into on Saturday by her friends, we found her cell phone on her couch and her TV was on. Her car and keys and purse are missing, and her door was locked.

If you would like to see a picture of what she looks like, you can go to

This woman is incredibly important not only to me, but to her boyfriend Andy Wildrick and the rest of the indie band The Junior Varsity. We're all shocked and heartbroken by her disappearance and and imploring people all around the country to help us any way that they see fit.

She is 21 years old, 110 pounds, and about 5'3". She is of Nigerian descent and has shoulder length, natural black hair and dark eyes. She drives a green '95 Toyota Corolla with the license plate LBG 927. Her parents are immigrants, speak poor english, and are not internet savvy so if you could please help out by reposting this, especially if you know anyone in or around Normal, Illinois.

If you would like to read the whole account of the story, you can visit I will be updating on a daily basis as SOON as new information becomes available to me. If you have any information regarding her disappearance, you can call Ashley Petrey at 630-674-7949 or the Normal, Illinois Police Department at 309-454-9535. If you have any ideas or suggestions on how to help us find our beloved Olamide, please contact me, Ashley Petrey, and I can send you a flyer or help you get started.

Please don't disregard this, this has shaken up a whole university, not to mention the entire town of Bloomington-Normal.

Help us get our Ollie Pollie home safely.


Ashley Petrey
The Junior Varsity
Friends and Family of Olamide Adeyooye

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Jane Doe Sent Me A Letter

I receive a lot of American spam e-mails and also a lot of Nigerian scam e-mails. They are all offering to make you get rich quick.

I want us to begin a competition of who has the funniest Nigerian Internet Scam e-mails. I think I do. I have one e-mail sent with a picture of the woman who told me that she was from Kuwait and had a rich husband who died and she inherited his fortune. But now, she was bed ridden and dying and wanted to leave me as the sole beneficiary of her hundreds of millions of dollars and she told me how she was born again and saved at a Christian crusade.She was going to have a surgery and she was not sure if she would survive. Then, later she died.And her confidant e-mailed that she was dead. So, I begged to be allowed to see her buried. And no reply came. These my country people. They would even dare to "419" God.

As I was saying.
I just received this funny advert from a Jane Doe.
In case, you have forgotten, Jane Doe is the twin sister of John Doe.

Hi Michael,
Tired of the 9 to 5 daily work grind?
Why not start your own biz.....
huts in middle of field habitat gunder menriding
snow little sunny regulator in tank onqinn rank salmon in pot steaming poo pilefreash air from the south cleans the yards.
yard dart in grass blue sky airplane jet
stream music steak on barbaque john walldrops in
moving to texas apartment hangingclothes on dryer
washer soap cleaning garment.

Ad FromEig-hty-Fi-v-eTh-irtyO-neCrownCres-centCtCharlotte

I wonder what Techwench would conclude after reading this e-mail from a bona fide American lady who should understand English more than an African?
Techwench also complained of too much script on BoggyWoggy and Alex of would be disappointed if I stopped discussing their funny craps here.
I mean the world if full of craps and the scraps are the stuff our comics and jokes are made of.

Last poster.
Which is better?
American English or British English?
Or English English?

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Before Sploggers Kill Blogspot...

As you can see from my tapping feet, that I am agitated. Why? This is not a laughing matter. Not another boggywoggy satire on boogle, froogle, google, toogle, woogle.Why?

Yesterday, I was on Bayosphere, Dan Gilmor's Blog and I saw the topic on spam blogs flooding blogspot. I went on to read the post on the problem written by prominent blogger Chris Pirillo and also read another post on the same issue written by Rich Miller and I have already complained to Google to deal with the dangers of sploggers before they destroy blogspot.

The fact that robots could create spam blogs on Blogger is dangerous.

I have decided to blog the posts for your information. Please, read and comment.

Google: Kill Blogspot Already!!!

@ 01:28AM (PDT) on October 16, 2005
In the past few days, I've been inundated with an enormous amount of subscribed search spam for designated keywords. To the tune of hundreds, if not THOUSANDS, of bunk entries. Who knew "lockergnome" and "pirillo" would be THAT popular?! Still, I can't help but think that others are having the same headaches - and 99% of the crap coming in is directly from a single domain:

Google, it may have been a smart acquisition in the beginning, but y'all need to clean house in a big way. You're the tallest nail, and you're really getting pounded - and now others, who aren't even using your service, are getting pounded. Blogspot has become nothing but a crapfarm, and your brand is going to go down with it. If your motto truly is to do no evil, then you need to start putting some resources behind an effort to curb this train wreck.

I don't know what's (specifically) making it so insanely easy for these spammers to get signed into your system, but you need to change that - ASAP. Forget about developing another Web-based aggregator for now (sorry, Shellen - Blogspot needs more help at this point). I'd love to ban / filter anything and everything that comes from, but the problem is that I have quite a few friends on that service who are sitting in the 1% "legitimate" minority.

Suggestion, Google? As bold as this might sound, you should institute an authentication system - a captcha of sorts - for every single post that gets sent through your Blogger service. This means that there's no more easy rides for the idiots out there who are killing your baby and the blogosphere. The user logs in, enters their post, then has to jump through a captcha hoop - much like commenters have to do on these days. It's a simple suggestion, and one that you really, really, really, REALLY oughta consider. You were willing to go the ref="nofollow" route, why stop there?

Copy the captcha to the publishing system, Google - let's just see what happens? Please, for the love of all that is holy, STOP MAKING IT SO INCREDIBLY EASY FOR THE SPAMMERS TO EXPLOIT. If you don't want to try anymore, then just get rid of Blogger altogether.

In other words: kill IT before they kill YOU

Google Draws Fire Over Blogspot Spam Blogs Dogfood
The explosion of spam blogs on Google's Blogspot hosting service is drawing a chorus of condemnation from prominent bloggers, and has led at least one blog search service to stop indexing posts on Blogspot. The growth of spam blogs has accelerated in recent months, fueled by automated tools that can create blogs on Blogspot and some similar services and populate them with keyword-optimized posts and Google AdSense advertisements.

About 39,000 fake blogs have been created on the web in the past two weeks, according to an analysis by Technorati, or about 4.6 percent of the 805,000 new weblogs created in that period. FightSplog, which has been monitoring new blogs at Blogspot, recently documented 2,763 porn splogs created by a single "splogger." Blogspot-based spam blogs recently began featuring names of prominent bloggers in posts, boosting the splogs' visibility in searches at web-based RSS aggregators like Feedster, PubSub and Bloglines.

The move prompted IceRocket to stop indexing new posts from, according to a blunt post from Mark Cuban, a major investor in IceRocket. Cuban says Blogspot indexing will resume once filters are adjusted, but warned Google to fix the problem or face a permanent ban. Bloggers are also focusing their fire on Google, which has stepped up its splog-squashing efforts in recent weeks but still can't keep pace with the automated instasplogs. "If your motto truly is to do no evil, then you need to start putting some resources behind an effort to curb this train wreck," LockerGnome's Chris Pirillo advised Google.

"Page-rank is under attack and the attackers are winning," writes Dave Winer at Scripting News. "It won't be long before Google itself is infested. ... It's time for Google to get on top of this. They're both the victimizer and the victim. The spammers found a huge hole in Page-rank."

But Google itself seems to have closed that hole, according to Jeff Jarvis, who noted that searches on Google are free from the splog listings found in identical searches on PubSub and IceRocket, among others. "Google needs to both fix Blogspot and share its secrets for ignoring blogspam," Jarvis writes.

Posted by Rich Miller at October 17, 2005 04:38 AM

Monday, October 17, 2005


KERMIT, Texas -- Kermit the Frog began a globe-hopping tour to celebrate his 50th showbiz birthday in this small West Texas town that shares the beloved amphibian's name.

Fork is not a Rude Word.
Miss Piggy:
Froogle Google
Toogle Woogle.
Croaking frog in the fog
Howling dog in the smog
As the Iguana of Chautauqua nods on the log
For any dummy can blog.

Are you making fun of me Miss Piggy?
Miss Piggy:
No Kermit.
I am just having fun
Don’t mind the pun.
I was sitting on the bench
When I was booed by one sulking wench
Who had some slimy issues
Because, she forgot her periodic tissues
Whilst blogging in her closet
And wanted to take it out on innocent Kermit.
Miss Piggy:
Do you know why FORK is not a rude word
But FXXK is?
No. I can’t even guess.
Miss Piggy:
Because, fork rhymes with pork!
By the way!
Happy Birthday Kermit!
KERMIT, Texas -- Kermit the Frog began a globe-hopping tour to celebrate his 50th showbiz birthday in this small West Texas town that shares the beloved amphibian's name.

The town of about 5,700 rolled out the green carpet Friday for the singing, dancing Muppet and former "Sesame Street" star, giving him the key to the city, dubbing him grand marshal of the homecoming parade and crowning him honorary homecoming king.

Kermit made his debut in a 1955 television comedy called "Sam and Friends," which aired locally in Washington, but he looked more lizard like back then.

Kermit was fashioned from an old coat belonging to the mother of the late Muppets creator Jim Henson and was named for one of Henson's childhood friends.

Saturday, October 15, 2005

Are these Dogs or Hyenas?

I read a story with these funny pictures from Lagos, Nigeria. But, the Western reporter who reported the funny news was either ignorant or retarded. Because, he said these pictures showed Nigerians walking their dogs on the street in a Nigerian city. Of course, the funny news was meant to ridicule Nigerians in the eyes of the millions of Americans and Europeans on line who are very gullible and will believe all the white lies on Africa and Africans, because they are very ignorant and have never travelled to Africa to see the real ways of life in Africa.

Even a seven year old kid would be able to notice the chimp crawling among the hyenas.

I am here in Africa blogging from my study without any interruption of regular power supply, regular water and cool air. The exotic private Finima beach and nature park are not far away. There is an awesome golf course and we also have heliport and air strip here on Bonny Island. And I am well fed 24/7. There are more than enough exotic chocolate African beauties all around me. One of them from the University of Calabar just left my place about three hours ago swaying her J-LO buttocks in blue denim jacket and pants and wearing designer slippers. Sexy babe.

The truth is these pictures are showing Nigerian Hausa street jesters with tamed hyenas to thrill their audience.

We have tamed hyenas used for entertainment on the streets of Nigeria.
Only an ignorant moron will mistake hyenas for dogs.

Friday, October 14, 2005

Wedding Blues and Runaway Lovers


Wedding Blues could be frightening to would be couples as they fret over exchanging matrimonial vows and the life sentence of marriage. And these boggywoggy days that men are poking men from the rear and women are eating women right from the holes of their souls, BoggyWoggy is not surprised that the traditional marriage is in danger in the Western World. The news below is a very interesting boggywoggy love story on wedding blues.

More couples find traditional weddings just aren't up their alley

By: Joann Klimkiewicz

Source: Post-Tribune

The tacky bridesmaids' dresses, the packed church of relatives
stuffed, grudgingly, in all their finery. The corny wedding band, or,
worse yet, the twerpy disc jockey corralling the single women for the
hated bouquet toss.

When it came time for their nuptials, Kris and Rob Thompson wanted
none of it.

"We didn't want to do it in a traditional way just to do it a
traditional way," says Rob Thompson.

The couple, both 34, didn't want the exchange of their vows on stage
like a spectacle and they did not want to blindly follow a set of
rituals that held no meaning for them. They wanted a way to preserve
the reverence of the occasion in a private moment for themselves,
while still celebrating their wedded bliss with family and friends.

"We just wanted to do it our own way, put our own stamp on it," says
Kris Thompson.

So the couple eloped, marrying last New Year's Eve in a tiny chapel
where the only guest was their beloved dog, Henry.

For the reception, they wanted casual, quirky and fun -- nothing
extravagant, nothing too expensive.

And nothing, it seemed, fit that equation like an old-school bowling

Thus was born the Thompson Tournament of Love, held a few weeks ago at
a Simsbury, Conn., bowling alley. The bride wore denim, the groom
black Converse.

And the parents proudly greeted guests in customized bowling shirts.

"It turns the whole thing on its ear a little bit," Rob Thompson says.
"It's fun, it's goofy. There's definitely a total irreverence to our
approach. ... And then there's the pragmatic side of us that said,
'Why in God's name would we spend all this money ... to fill a church
for an hour?' "

As couples try to recapture the sanctity of an event whose meaning
gets buried in a sea of frilly white and lost in the frenzy of the
$72-billion wedding industry, more and more couples like the Thompsons
are shunning stodgy traditions in favor of personal twists.

Whether it is in the subtle detail of a baby-blue wedding dress or in
the grand statement of a themed costume party, wedding watchers say
couples are beginning to embrace the unconventional in an effort to
put their mark on what is perhaps the most cliched of milestone

"Brides and grooms don't want a cookie-cutter wedding," says Rosanna
McCollough, editor-in-chief of "As (people)
get married a little bit older these days ... I think they want to
express themselves in a different way. They've been to so many
weddings over the years and nobody wants their wedding blurred with
all the others."

Industry insiders like McCollough are seeing whimsical wedding details
that give a nod to the couple's personalities -- unconventional menus
of macaroni and cheese, McDonald's hamburgers or Southern fried
chicken, a la Britney Spears.

They're seeing an increase in destination weddings, where exotic
locations serve as backdrop for the momentous event -- and help weed
out the peripheral guests invited out of obligation.

They're hearing about gatherings like the Thompsons' that incorporate
group activities such as horseback riding or kayaking -- social
lubricants they say bring strangers together and talking better than
any cocktail can.

"You know when you go to a wedding and you're dreading who you have to
sit with? I always felt like I constantly got stuck at the table with
all the singles. And you're just sitting there, trying to make small
talk over this enormous (table) centerpiece," says Kris Thompson, a
West Hartford native. (Both copywriters living in Los Angeles, the
Thompsons brought the celebration back to Connecticut to be closer to
the bride's family).

The pair wanted an atmosphere of ease. Bowling teams became their
modern-day version of table assignments.

And at their kitschy August celebration at the Blue Fox Rock 'n Bowl,
the guests seemed to appreciate the effort.

"I think it's a great alternative way to go," says Mike Beach, leaning
against a bowling ball stand that doubled as a cocktail table. Serving
as a centerpiece was a single bowling pin paired with a two-toned
bowling shoe that sprouted a simple bouquet of flowers.

"People fit into a pattern and wind up doing the same thing all the
time," Beach says. "This is a great way to keep it loose."

About 125 family and friends milled about the 1960s-era alley,
shuffling around in rented bowling shoes and feasting on salmon and
roast pork loin.

The bride's version of a wedding dress: a white, vintage bowling shirt
reconstructed into a fitted tank top with a small, ruffled puff at the
back in a lighthearted nod to a gown's train. The groom wore a black
bow tie and a tuxedo shirt from JC Penney, his name embroidered,
bowling-style, at the corner.

The wedding cake: two levels of cupcakes crowned with a layer of white
cake, a plastic bride and groom topper flanked by tiny bowling balls
and pins. Then at 9 o'clock came the last words one would expect to
hear at a wedding reception.

"All right, everybody," a teen voice blared over the speakers, "it's
time to bowl!"

"I just think it's so cool," says Jacki Pass, aiming a plastic forkful
of pasta into her 2-year-old son Sam's mouth. "I like a casual
get-together and I think it's a nice, easy way to mingle with people.
I like that they're doing it their own way. I think more people should
do it their own way. Because the traditional is overrated."

McCollough, of, says she's "a sentimental gal"
and holds an appreciation for the traditional.

Still, she says, "it's fine to have an extremely whimsical event as
long as you two are very serious about the vows, as long as you keep
the sincerity of saying those words. Then everything else is just
decoration and you can make it be whatever you want it to be."

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Thursday, October 13, 2005

If Bloggers Had Been Around

Illustration is very important in visual communication. Especially in mime and puppetry for humour and comedy in entertainment.

It is not good to be misunderstood. But, when many people are very ignorant and naive. What can you do?

What is the first thing that comes to mind when i say boggy-woggy?
The boogy man that comes out from under my bed. HELPPPPPP!
A green underpants nome that steals my underwear, hehe he won't be coming back?
um why am i taking this stupid quiz?
"i like icp as well but they diss eminem all da time i like boggy woggy wu and homies"

You want to blog? Please, go ahead and blog. Even scraps. Blog em. Whether they like em or not.
Well, see the images below on "If Bloggers Had Been Around."
Have you seen them before?
Well, there are millions of others who have not set their eyes on them!
Please, excuse us.

More later.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Don't Joke With God

Please, don't joke with God.
God is not a comedian and there is nothing funny to Him in our childishness and foolishness or in our arrogance or ignorance. I advise you to keep your jokes to yourselves and don't joke with God for your own good.

On hysterical mothers who protest against the equally hysterical weird ways of life now prevalent among our children and youths, don't forget that your hypocrisy cannot impress our kids when you see the evil in their character and you cannot see the evil in your own falsehood.

Our children are misbehaving, because we have failed in parenting. Because, it is the foundation that will determine the construction of the building.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Shopping for a Wife?

Shopping for a Wife
Two old guys are pushing their carts around Wal-Mart when they collide.

The first old guy says to the second guy, "Sorry about that. I'm looking for my wife, and I guess I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."

The second old guy says, "That's OK, It's a coincidence: I'm looking for my wife, too. I can't find her and I'm getting a little desperate."

The first old guy says, "Well, maybe I can help you find her. What does she look like?"

The second old guy says, "Well, she is 27 years old, tall, with red hair, blue eyes, long legs, big busted, and is wearing short shorts. What does your wife look like?"

To which the first old guy says, "Doesn't matter. I'd rather find yours."

The father of the highest paid model in Nigeria Linda actually told me something similar to the above story. He said he went to a girls school to look for his girlfriend, but whilst waiting to see her, he saw Linda's mother and fell in love at first sight. Because, she had all a man could ever desire physically in a woman and thank God she was also well bred. So, he forgot all about the girfriend and hooked up with Linda's mother. That was how he met his wife and they are happily married today with six girls and one boy.

Monday, October 10, 2005

Jessica Biel:The Sexiest Woman Alive!

NEW YORK - Esquire magazine has named Jessica Biel the Sexiest Woman Alive.
That's the news according to Esquire. But that is not the news according to BoggyWoggy. Because, BoggyWoggy does not agree. As they say seeing is believing.
Until Jessica Biel comes to visit me and prove that to me, I will not agree that she is the sexiest woman alive. She has to convince me and then I can agree with Esquire. Well, read the rest of the report below and my own conclusions.

Esquire says Biel is an “underground icon to the generation of men who are coming of age now.” Esquire’s editor in chief says Biel is “talented and about to burst onto the scene.” She’s in the movie “Elizabethtown” that comes out October 14.

The magazine also picked the hottest women of their generation. Gong Li represents the 30-somethings, Sharon Stone the 40-somethings and Rene Russo the 50-somethings.

© 2005 The Associated Press. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.

There they go again, the celebrity news mongers of America naming their commercial product Sexy Jessica Biel as the Sexiest Woman Alive.
Do you know why?
To hype her leading role in the forthcoming film "Elizabethtown" to lure millions of sex-crazy Americans, Europeans and other millions around the world to go and see the sexiest woman alive in the world, because seeing is believing. It is all arranged by the kingpins of Hollywood and their sponsored press to market the movie.

Yes, Jessica is sexy. But, I don't agree that she is the sexiest woman alive. Because, my black and beautiful sexy Linda Ikeji the highest paid model in Nigeria is the sexiest woman alive to me.And I know that there are millions of guys out there who can boast of girlfriends that can make Jessica Biel look humble.
Personally, I think Jessica Simpson is sexier than Jessica Biel.

Please, do you agree that Jessica Biel is the Sexiest Woman Alive? Or you know who can challenge that claim?

Nominate your own Sexiest Woman Alive.

Saturday, October 08, 2005


Believe it or not, but Nigerian Internet Scammers just returned the entire sum of nearly $4.5 Million they stole from an 86 year old Chinese woman!
They were caught and they agreed to repay the woman and they actually did so. Read the news report below.

The President of Nigeria, Chief. Olusegun Obasanjo has vowed to eradicate all forms of graft in Nigeria and he is in fact doing so and we are going to give him our maximum cooperation and support in his laudable and remarkable war against corruption in Nigeria.

I told one blogger called Dirty Kaffir to report to the Economic and Financial Crimes Commission (EFCC) of Nigeria to help him to recover the sum of $5,000 he said he lost to suspected Nigerian Internet scammers. But, he did not take up the case. Here is an 86 year old Chinese woman who did and recovered her four million and five hundred thousand dollars from the Nigerian conmen who duped her.

Nigeria conmen repay scam victim
An 86-year-old Chinese woman who lost millions of dollars to Nigerian fraudsters has been repaid, Nigeria's anti-corruption body says.
The perpetrators of the scam wrote to Juliana Ching's daughter asking to pay $25m into her account.

But instead, over a five-year period, the conmen withdrew nearly $4.5m from the family's savings.

The Economic and Financial Crimes Commission say the thieves were made to repay the money and face prosecution.

"The culprits have confessed to the crime and repaid the entire sum," the EFCC's statement said.

Nigeria's e-mail conmen are notorious and are known as 419er, after a Nigerian anti-fraud law.

They use mass e-mails to trick people into parting with money.

Story from BBC NEWS:

Published: 2005/10/07 21:55:11 GMT

Friday, October 07, 2005


Singers Nick Lachey and wife Jessica Simpson are pictured on the cover of the current issue of 'US Weekly' in this photograph released October 5, 2005. The magazine is reporting that the couple have split.[Reuters]

That is the breaking news of the day and you are reading it first here on BoggyWoggy on BE.

The private life of Sexy Jessica Simpson is not my business. No matter how much I wouldn't mind her going out with me just for one night. The Holy Commandment warns us not to covet our neighbour's wife. Therefore, I wish that both Jessica and Nick would be reconciled and forget about divorce.

I hate divorce.
The hints of this split were all over Hollywood since last summer.
As reported earlier.
Jessica Simpson and hubby consider split
July 22, 2005, 1:12:11

Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey have considered splitting, says Jessica's father - but he insists the couple are not divorcing. .
Joe Simpson, who is also his daughter's manager, has confessed the 'Newlyweds' stars have had marriage troubles.

But he claims their problems are no worse than any other young couple, and says Jessica and Nick will stay together.

Joe revealed to America's People magazine: "Do they fight? Hell yes, they fight.
Have there been moments when Nick has wanted to leave Jessica or Jess has wanted to leave Nick? Absolutely "It's the same with me and my wife.

If fighting is a sign of divorce, then we're all going to get divorced My wife and I have been married 27 years We've been at the edge of divorce for 26 of them".
Earlier this year, Jessica slammed claims her husband had cheated on her - saying she trusts him completely

The sexy singer was furious with reports linking Nick to his ex-girlfriend, Jordana Jarjura, after they were spotted dining together
Although Jessica was unaware of the meeting, she insisted it was "innocent" She said: "I trust Nick totally, and he trusts me"

Thursday, October 06, 2005

NoodleNoodle: Children of the Flying Spaghetti Monster

Have you heard of the Flying Spaghetti Monster?
Well they say they are over 10 million members of this hilarious belief in the world.
The members of the Flying Spaghetti Monster are called pirates.

This is another American fantasy of weirdos that should be of great interest to Steven Spielberg or George Lucas, because their script is a masterpiece of Science Fiction waiting to be made into a blockbuster box office hit of the century.
They have issues with the teaching of Intelligent Design and Evolution in American schools without the inclusion of their own Flying Spaghetti Monster.

Please, don't laugh it is not funny.

For more, see below on "Uncle Sam Is Watching You."


Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Uncle Sam Is Watching You

I have been more informed on the real issues in America from reading blogs than from reading even the New York Times or watching the CNN.

The most amusing of all the debates are on "IMPEACH BUSH" and "INTELLIGENT DESIGN". But, only few of these bloggers are serious since most of them warn you that they are rants, claiming to be mentally unstable or other iconoclastic labels of controversy and heresy. The latest controversy is on the subject of Intelligent Design. Now millions of Americans are wondering if it is the business of their government to dictate their religious or philosophical belief system.
How did we come into being? By evolution or Intelligent Design?
And here is an interesting open letter on the debate.










(note -- who am I missing?)

I am writing you with much concern after having read of your hearing to decide whether the alternative theory of Intelligent Design should be taught along with the theory of Evolution. I think we can all agree that it is important for students to hear multiple viewpoints so they can choose for themselves the theory that makes the most sense to them. I am concerned, however, that students will only hear one theory of Intelligent Design.

Let us remember that there are multiple theories of Intelligent Design. I and many others around the world are of the strong belief that the universe was created by a Flying Spaghetti Monster. It was He who created all that we see and all that we feel. We feel strongly that the overwhelming scientific evidence pointing towards evolutionary processes is nothing but a coincidence, put in place by Him.

It is for this reason that I’m writing you today, to formally request that this alternative theory be taught in your schools, along with the other two theories. In fact, I will go so far as to say, if you do not agree to do this, we will be forced to proceed with legal action. I’m sure you see where we are coming from. If the Intelligent Design theory is not based on faith, but instead another scientific theory, as is claimed, then you must also allow our theory to be taught, as it is also based on science, not on faith.

Some find that hard to believe, so it may be helpful to tell you a little more about our beliefs. We have evidence that a Flying Spaghetti Monster created the universe. None of us, of course, were around to see it, but we have written accounts of it. We have several lengthy volumes explaining all details of His power. Also, you may be surprised to hear that there are over 10 million of us, and growing. We tend to be very secretive, as many people claim our beliefs are not substantiated by observable evidence. What these people don’t understand is that He built the world to make us think the earth is older than it really is. For example, a scientist may perform a carbon-dating process on an artifact. He finds that approximately 75% of the Carbon-14 has decayed by electron emission to Nitrogen-14, and infers that this artifact is approximately 10,000 years old, as the half-life of Carbon-14 appears to be 5,730 years. But what our scientist does not realize is that every time he makes a measurement, the Flying Spaghetti Monster is there changing the results with His Noodly Appendage. We have numerous texts that describe in detail how this can be possible and the reasons why He does this. He is of course invisible and can pass through normal matter with ease.

I’m sure you now realize how important it is that your students are taught this alternate theory. It is absolutely imperative that they realize that observable evidence is at the discretion of a Flying Spaghetti Monster. Furthermore, it is disrespectful to teach our beliefs without wearing His chosen outfit, which of course is full pirate regalia. I cannot stress the importance of this enough, and unfortunately cannot describe in detail why this must be done as I fear this letter is already becoming too long. The concise explanation is that He becomes angry if we don’t.

You may be interested to know that global warming, earthquakes, hurricanes, and other natural disasters are a direct effect of the shrinking numbers of Pirates since the 1800s. For your interest, I have included a graph of the approximate number of pirates versus the average global temperature over the last 200 years. As you can see, there is a statistically significant inverse relationship between pirates and global temperature.


Tuesday, October 04, 2005

My Dear Pastors, My Church Is Not Bigger Than Yours

My Dear Pastors,
It is very important I write you this open letter.
It is about the report I read in the newspapers in Nigeria over the last miracle crusade of Pastor Benny Hinn in Nigeria.
Before I continue, please read the following report from the Daily Sun of Nigeria.
$4 million crusade: How Benny Hinn embarrassed me – Pastor Adeboye
Monday, May 23, 2005
First it was controversy over accountability. American evangelist, Benny Hinn said the $4million dollars he spent on the national healing crusade held in Nigeria was money gone down the drain.

But chairman of the committee that handled the programme, Bishop Olarenwaju Obembe said $1million and not $4million was spent on the event.

Now another whiff of controversy has come. Pastor Enoch Adejare Adeboye of the Redeemed Christian Church of God, whose campground was used for the crusade, says Benny Hinn both ridiculed and embarrassed him.

The General Overseer of the Redeemed Christian Church of God (RCCG) Pastor Enoch Adejare Adeboye has revealed how he was embarrassed by the American evangelist, Dr Benny Hinn on the last day of the controversial national healing crusade held recently in Lagos.

Apparently concerned about the controversy, which has been trailing the crusade, Pastor Adeboye told a large congregation of Pastors and ministers in his church at a special meeting that he gave out the expansive Redemption Campground to the organisers of the crusade free of charge.

“Let me tell all of you that I never collected a naira or dollar from anybody. I don’t know anything about four million dollars, every of our facilities used was given out free,” Pastor Adeboye told the pastors while addressing them at the church’s campground along Lagos-Ibadan Expressway where the controversial crusade also took place about four weeks ago.

Dr. Hinn had sparked controversy on the last day of the crusade when he openly expressed regret that the money he pumped into the project could have been put into better use. “Four million dollars down the drain!”, he reportedly shouted during the crusade.

Besides denying knowledge of how much was given and who got what, the highly revered General Overseer also narrated how he felt embarrassed by the way the American preacher treated him during the three-day programme.

While urging the church officials to imbibe the spirit of humility exhibited by Jesus Christ in his lifetime, Pastor Adeboye explained how he and his wife, Pastor Foluke, attended the three day crusade without being given any courtesy or even the honour of addressing the congregation as their host.
As if that was not enough humiliation, the General Overseer said on the last day of the crusade, Dr. Hinn addressed him publicly in a manner, which fell short of simple courtesy.

According to him, the American evangelist called him out to the stage and said;” I don’t know your name, but they say your name is Bro. Enoch, come let me pray for you.”
In spite of the open humiliation, Pastor Adeboye said he took that in good faith, adding that his consolation was that no pastor of his church would have treated a good host who provided a number of facilities for a crusade the way he was treated.

He admonished them that they should learn how to appreciate every little favour granted them by fellow men of God or others because God Himself cherished appreciation.

He urged them to take the message to their various congregations that he never collected or saw a dollar out of Dr. Hinn’s alleged four million dollars, which has become a subject of controversy.

Benny Hinn
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The calling of God is not a competition among Christians to determine who will impress God more. So, all these pursuits of Guinness Book of World Records for the largest miracle crusade or the largest congregation is not our mission on earth. Jesus Christ has told us to humble ourselves like little children and not be bothered about who is greater in the Kingdom of God. Therefore, please for our common good, stop all these "My Church Is Bigger Than Yours" competitions. And stop counting numbers and figures of the offerings. What matters most is not how many people fill up the pews, but how many are broken hearted to submit and surrender their lives to God. And God is more concerned about saving those who are perishing and wasting away in the world than in your stained glass decorations in man made temples. As my beloved mother of blessed memory taught me a good lesson that the Holy Spirit does not live in the house built with hands, but in clean, pure and true hearts and souls of those who believe in God and love their fellow humanbeings as they love themselves.

God told us to love our one another and not to compete against one another.
So, let us stop all these "My Church Is Bigger Than Yours" competitions.

Lest I forget, once in a while do oblige to visit BoggyWoggy to know all about the weird things going on in the affairs of humans. I will not deny my own temptations and my daily erections. Because, God said that whosoever covereth his transgressions shall not prosper. And since I want God to prosper me more and more, therefore I will continue to confess my sins and tell the truth for others to know that no human is above sin.

God bless you always.

Yours faithfully in Christ Jesus our Lord,
Orikinla Osinachi.

Saturday, October 01, 2005

SugarDaddies and SugarBabies

The subject of older men dating younger women or even dating grown up girls is as old as prehistoric times. And will continue till kingdom come.
I have seen several cases and I have been lured into such relationships. It is quite natural for younger women to date and mate with older men. And it is most common in Africa where older men can marry girls as young as their own daughters. My father married my mother when she was only 16.

I have known a girl who was 16 when I was 34 and the parents wanted us to marry. When she was only 17 and I did not sleep with her, she told her parents and her father discussed with me and asked me if anything was wrong with me.
"A healthy man should have sex four to seven times a week," her father said.
When I told the man that I am a Christian, he just waved off my confession as an excuse. And I felt sorry for my situation. Because, I wanted to "bunk" his daughter over and over again. But my vows of chastity held me back.

Then, I had a girlfriend I snatched from an older man. Because, the man was shamelessly abusing her in public in the presence of a six year old girl who was always following this older 16 year old high school senior to see this older man. The funny development is that this six year old girl is now 17 and is feeling confident to expect me to go out with her! Because, she grew up seeing the 16 years old "aunt" going out with her father's age mate. And her father accepted it. So, it is now her turn to date an older man and I am her fantasy. But, I have been discouraging her.

Sugar Daddies And Their Mistresses
By Victor Ifedi
THE sugar daddy is indeed a colossus. If in doubt, ask the society dames who are ubiquitous around the suburbs. Come to think of it, the average sugar daddy is either a rich politician who obviously has tampered with the treasury, an executive romeo in a corporate empire or a business tycoon usually involved in shady international commerce. He is many things in one: a sure financial security and a permanent cassanova. Like Lord Bewar, he believes that love is an ocean of emotions entirely surrounded by expenses. On this platform, he harbours no illusions.

As a veritable economic asset, the sugar daddy is a dependable cash tank. In view of his wealthy resources and exquisite tastes, his generosity is boundless. He is more than a father figure or an ordinary provider. He sees affection in the Nigerian context as simply based on naira and kobo which in the parlance of the bus conductor translates to money for hand, back for ground. That is why he pays not only for the return tickets to London or New York for his latest lass but also her hotel bills and all the miscellaneous expenses incurred while she is on holidays abroad. What else can invoke more loyalty and devotion from a young bouncing lady to a nearly senile grandfather? No wonder, she is totally oblivious of his greying features. The city girl will readily declare with carefree casualness: "His currency is not old afterall." Very true indeed!!

Most sweethearts of sugar daddies come from humble homes-homes where the ongoing government-backed economic reforms have devastated their means of livelihood willy milly. Expectedly, such damsels fall like a pack of cards before the alluring baits of the crafty old man laced with milk and honey. Overwhelmed by a welter of favours and gifts galore, the teenage mentality loses its bearing and is drowned by lust.

The contemporary young bachelor lives in his world of illusion.Transparently arrogant, impecunious and exuberant, he naively considers himself above the clouds. He fancies that every dame is dying to be his bride. He dismisses the prevailing theory that money can buy love with the wave of his hand and conceives the odd notion that the sugar daddy is elderly and finished. Sooner than later, reality stares him right on the face. Like a bolt out of the blue, he witnesses all the pretty damsels around engaged in a desperate and fierce competition to win the attention of the sugar daddies, senior citizens in the twilight of their span who should actually be role models and lead the current generation by worthy examples.

Sugar daddies rule the waves except in the embattled villages. The rural environment is too coarse and dejected for the libido of sugar daddies. Whoever regards the countryside as ideal for passion must be off his mind. Even in the milieu of purported democracy, all the good things of life have migrated from the Nigerian village arena and the beautiful ones with them. Besides, the rural customs and traditions inflict sanctions too severe for the pucrile pastimes of ageing men in search of carnal pleasure. Therefore, the typical haven for sugar daddies is the urban areas and of course the city centres where anything goes.

How can one honestly blame the young ladies for pitching their camps with the opulent sugar daddies? Nigeria is one country where there is no sacred code of conduct in spite of the hypocrisy of those usurping the corridors of power. The female undergraduate faithful to her ageing professor is not only sure of an outstanding result in her degree examinations but also congratulatory presents to the bargain. An office secretary devoted to her boss enjoys premature promotions, incentives and a catalogue of fringe benefits exclusive to her. A staff nurse steady with the chief medical consultant is permanently free from reprimands. While her mates fret before the might of the chief executive, she brazenly calls him by his first name. No wonder, indiscipline infects every aspect of public and private enterprises as a matter of course.

Douglas Jerrold's assertion, 'Love is like measles, all the worse when it comes late in life', may have a cynical flavour but it is a fact of life.Who indeed will police the social sector and call the sugar daddies to order in this era of war against indiscipline and corruption? Nobody. Those who should wield the big stick are themselves embroiled in the escapade. Sugar daddies seem to enjoy this emotional relationship with tender damsels. The sugar babies provide the sexual panacea which drugs cannot fulfil. These old rascals discover to their excitement that after all, they are not the ancient wretches their nagging wives point them to be.

The sugar daddy is to the city girl what Father Christmas is to innocent kids. Like them or detest them, the fair sex will go to war if either the National Assembly or any of the overzealous state assemblies decide to legislate them out of existence. The grapevine is awash with recent scandals in the religious sphere which goes to show that our reverend pastors and other denominational evangelists are not exempted from the passionate adventures of sugar daddies.