Ha! Where do I start from? Felix okigbe is this nice,tall,dark and handsome dude that every girl wanted in my "Hostel". He was very nice and was very well to do, in fact Felix okigbe had one of the nicest rooms in the hostel if not the best.
On entering Felix's room,one will have to admire the beauty within. The walls were colourfully painted with art works that would put many interior decorators to shame, the paintings hanging on the walls was a beauty to behold, the rug under lay was so thick and rich that it could be compared with a mini foam, the rug was neat and new and when it comes to gadgets!! Oh my. Felix had this big plasma hanging on his wall with a wicked sound system and woofers and whenever we wanted to throw a party we never looked too far for a DJ. His Ac was even top notch and generally Felix lived a good life and the ladies never ceased from his room! There was a different girl for every night.
Felix lived a good life in school and we never doubted that his parents were well to do and to be sincere, everybody loved Felix okigbe including yours truly.
On that monday morning, I dressed hurriedly as usual and left my room mate who was still sleeping loudly like a dead wood in the room and tried to meet up with my 1pm class! I stepped outside and winced as the fierce sun hit my face, I was about turning back to get an umbrella when a woman dressed shabbily came up to me, Her son walked beside her with a huge sack bag on his head, probably loaded with garri and some other foodstuffs, the woman herself clutched a bunch of plantain with a small bag on her head. "My pikin,good afternoon," she said and I quickly replied "good afternoon ma" the boy greeted me too and I replied, I realised they could be indigenes and it was normal for the farmers amongst them to want to sell their produce to students who usually bought them at high rates. "My pikin abeg I dey look for FE-LIX room" she said again and I smiled. Felix has done it again, maybe these were his customers and he had ordered for these things, "oboy Felix is a big spender o" I said to myself as I took in the bags, "madam follow me" I said to them as I led them to Felix's room. When I got there I knocked and a scantily dressed girl came to open the door, I knew her, she was in bussiness administration 300level and she waved at me while I told her that these people were looking for Felix. She went inside and Felix came out wearing his shorts. "Tiffany, wetin happen na?" He said groggily and then he saw the woman and her son and his expression changed. "Mama!" He shouted, "james!" He shouted again
"Wetin una dey do here?"
I stood there in shock as I watched, this was Felix's mother? I quickly went to my room to get my umbrella but before I could find it I heard the woman shouting and crying.
We ran out to see what was happening and before you knew it the hallway was crowded. I stretched my neck to see the woman holding Felix's short.
"Felix you don kill me o, so na this kind life you they live for school oooo, hei! I go dey farm from morning till night,I go harvest,I go fry garri,carry am go market, na so I dey work like jacky so that you go fit go school, so na wetin u dey do be this?"
His mother wept again and when her eyes rested on the girl that had been with felix, she threw herself on the girl, beating her and tearing at her hair, the girl ran out like a mad dog and I managed to hold my laugh.
"Felix?? Felix?? Your brother comot from school because of you, Felix see my hand!" She said again amidst tears as she showed us the onlookers her hands, they were the worst hands I have ever seen. Blisters and scars and they were so black. I felt for the woman.
She ceased crying for a minute and walked towards the crowd, she went to Lara and asked "my pikin how much be the highest school fees abeg?" Lara looked uneasy as she tried to think, "apart from medicine, the normal school fees na 15 thousand a year because this school na federal school" when the woman heard this, she started rolling on the floor, our care taker's wife rushed towards her to comfort her but she wailed more. The other son just cried along with his mother.
"Felix o, I don die o, felix dey collect me 30 thousand every 3months o, see your room felix, you don forget how we dey sleep for house? Felix I no get wetin to tell you but you no be better pikin" the woman said as she stood up and started walking out, she called to the other son who followed her without looking at his brother! Felix sat there in remorse and perhaps shame as he watched his family leave. The woman cried till she left out view, occasionaly wiping her face with the edge of her wrapper.
FELIX parked out of the hostel a short while later, I guess he couldn't bear the shame and I learnt a lesson from that incident. All that really glitters is not GOLD.
ENI
Wednesday, 26 March 2014
Saturday, 22 March 2014
DIARY OF A UNIVERSITY STUDENT(extras:WHIZKID ONLINE, MR IBU IN REAL LIFE.)
I was bored as usual that night and I decided to log into one of those dry chat sites,my bbm contact list had started boring me and sandra as usual had advised me to log on to "BD". "Tiffany no dey dull me, sign up on BD and catch real guys, see I met Tope there na! Tope no fine? U never see him jeep?" Sandra said in her high pitched voice, I pondered on what she had said, Tope was really a catch and if I had a dude like that I would really stop jumping around.
I downloaded the application and signed up right away. I created my profile, using a very sweet user name, I put up my sexiest pictures and my bio and before I was even done, I had 20 messages already. Oh yeah!! That's the spirit. "Sandra I don get 20 messages o" I called out to my room mate who was busy pinging like a mad woman "chineke! Nna you hot o! Give me five" she said and we Hi-fived in delight. "But babe, most of those guys are not worth your time o, Nna, no be everybody you go reply. Screen dem out, block the wor wor ones sharp sharp, any one wey no sabi speak english, babe u know what to do" she told me as she began pinging again. " I smiled and started checking the pictures, blocking the horrible looking ones as fast as I could. "But babe o, u know say sometimes ba, na ugly guys dey get money pass" I said as I continued working. Sandra jumped up " no talk that kind yeye thing again abeg, which wor wor guys dey get money? When guy get money ehn, he go fine, money dey make person fine na, if person rich still wor wor, oboy that person na animal, na suicide go fit am" I laughed as I heard that and fell from my bed and rolled on the floor dramatically. This my sandra ehn, na character. When I finally finished laughing, I continued again, I scrolled down and got to a particular message I held my laughter
" babe o abeg listen to this message , Dear missed sexy Tiffany, I go thru ur profile n I like ur sexy bress and your fine face rily express me, baby pls be my own! Can we chart? "
Sandra laughed hard as I continued talking,
"Babe the worst thing be say the guy wor wor reach teeth, biko check out this picture"
Sandra checked the picture and made a sick face.
"You say make I block wor wor guys and never reply the ones wey no sabi speak english, Nna wetin I go do this one wey do the two na?" I said laughing and sandra shouted " Nna report am o! Make they suspend him account biko. He is a nuisance"
I laughed hard as I clutched my tummy, this sandra na real mad woman!
Yes! Before I slept that night, I managed to give out my pin to this cool dude! He told me he used to model and his Abs were killing. Most pictures of him were with celebrities and with amazing cars. When I showed my mentor his profile, she commanded me to hold him tight. Chai! I couldn't sleep well that night, I just wanted to start chatting with him right away.
The next morning he pinged me! I replied and we got to know each other better! I sent him my pictures and instead of him to reply he just sent me a voice note. His voice was amazing and he spoke well, he flattered me on and on about my looks and how he couldn't wait to see me. I replied the voice note and that morning, I almost missed my 9am class o. See me see gbege o. Kai! Infatuation na bastard.
When I came back from class,I gave him my number and he called me fro almost an hour, Nna! Money is talking. I even gave sandra the phone to talk to him and as a sharp ibo girl, she no waste time
" so harry you know how school is o, we are so bored and all, when will you come and take us out?"
Sandra said all these making weird faces at me and I just put my hand across my mouth and laughed. When she dropped the call, she happily told me Harry had promised to take us out this weekend.
The weekend came slowly like a slug and I hated it. Harry and I talked all the time till he grew on my skin. Finally! Saturday evening came and I wore my best gown! Sexy as hell, I braided my weaves and wore a pepper hot lipstick! Boys must die today! Sandra dressed up and like Harry had instructed us, we took a direct cab to the address he gave.
" Ha! Wetin be this?" Sandra asked me as I looked on in awe.
" Wait o driver! Shey na here be the "Angels court?" The driver nodded as he pulled up beside a dirty mama put.
"Tiffany you have killed me o" sandra wailed. " I taught you well o, but you no listen, out of all the better people wey dey for "BD" na this church rat u see carry o! I thought as much, rich guys no dey get fine voice o" sandra said as she wailed further, I came down and waited for the stupid Harry to come and pay for the cab fare! I scanned the area for a tall,well muscled handsome guy but saw none! I put my hands on my head, I have been played.
A fat guy started walking towards us, his pot belly was very chronic and he looked so un kept. His beards was just sick and I had an urge to bring out a scissors and just cut it off. He was smiling at us and I prayed to God to not allow this dude be Harry and my worst fear was confirmed when he called me name and said "Harry here!" I almost fainted! To make matters worst he haggled and haggled with the cab driver for almost an hour till he finally brought out his dirty wallet and payed. Trust sandra na, she came down and faced him " Harry so na you be this? Wey all the muscles wey you gather for all your pix on BD ??" Harry looked flustered then put his hands on his stomach " that was years ago na, this is the new me" he smiled and that annoyed me.
"So you put up pix from years ago to deceive girls abi! You are just an opposite of what I saw" I said in disgust.
" Will you have come here if you knew I was like this?" He asked and I said a big "NO" to his face.
Sandra was so angry I could tell, she came to me and dragged my hand. "Come tiff we are going home, this mumu na bad market" she said loudly and Harry stiffened.
" Na you be bad market, see them, useless girls, una dey find money" Harry said and before I knew it, sandra picked up a small thick and threw it at him. "Shameless he goat, poverty stricken bastard, see your life?" I shouted to him and he replied "ashawo's, see them o! Idiots"
I was so angry and we started walking away when a white Range Rover stopped beside us. My mood lifted immediately, finally! A human being to drop us off at school! Sandra yelped and hit me knowingly. The dude inside jumped out and I nearly fainted! Standing there was "HARRY" looking so handsome and every inch as sexy as he was in those pictures. Sandra scratched her head and looked away in shame, I wished the ground would open and swallow me " am Harry and I saw every thing you did to the supposed me,too bad of you girls and you all are just the same" he said shaking his head in disgust. He pulled out a bundle of cash from his pocket and said "this is the 50k I would have given you for ur transport back home, but you don deserve it" he said as removed a single 500naira note and threw it at us.
Sandra was speechless for the first time ever, and tears filled my eyes as I watched my dream man get into my dream car and drove away!
We left the 500naira there on the floor, Sandra said it would be a shame to pick it and we were far gone before we realised we dint have enough money to get home, we had to walk back to the place we had left the 500naira but it was already gone. Chai! Life na better bitch o.
ENI
I downloaded the application and signed up right away. I created my profile, using a very sweet user name, I put up my sexiest pictures and my bio and before I was even done, I had 20 messages already. Oh yeah!! That's the spirit. "Sandra I don get 20 messages o" I called out to my room mate who was busy pinging like a mad woman "chineke! Nna you hot o! Give me five" she said and we Hi-fived in delight. "But babe, most of those guys are not worth your time o, Nna, no be everybody you go reply. Screen dem out, block the wor wor ones sharp sharp, any one wey no sabi speak english, babe u know what to do" she told me as she began pinging again. " I smiled and started checking the pictures, blocking the horrible looking ones as fast as I could. "But babe o, u know say sometimes ba, na ugly guys dey get money pass" I said as I continued working. Sandra jumped up " no talk that kind yeye thing again abeg, which wor wor guys dey get money? When guy get money ehn, he go fine, money dey make person fine na, if person rich still wor wor, oboy that person na animal, na suicide go fit am" I laughed as I heard that and fell from my bed and rolled on the floor dramatically. This my sandra ehn, na character. When I finally finished laughing, I continued again, I scrolled down and got to a particular message I held my laughter
" babe o abeg listen to this message , Dear missed sexy Tiffany, I go thru ur profile n I like ur sexy bress and your fine face rily express me, baby pls be my own! Can we chart? "
Sandra laughed hard as I continued talking,
"Babe the worst thing be say the guy wor wor reach teeth, biko check out this picture"
Sandra checked the picture and made a sick face.
"You say make I block wor wor guys and never reply the ones wey no sabi speak english, Nna wetin I go do this one wey do the two na?" I said laughing and sandra shouted " Nna report am o! Make they suspend him account biko. He is a nuisance"
I laughed hard as I clutched my tummy, this sandra na real mad woman!
Yes! Before I slept that night, I managed to give out my pin to this cool dude! He told me he used to model and his Abs were killing. Most pictures of him were with celebrities and with amazing cars. When I showed my mentor his profile, she commanded me to hold him tight. Chai! I couldn't sleep well that night, I just wanted to start chatting with him right away.
The next morning he pinged me! I replied and we got to know each other better! I sent him my pictures and instead of him to reply he just sent me a voice note. His voice was amazing and he spoke well, he flattered me on and on about my looks and how he couldn't wait to see me. I replied the voice note and that morning, I almost missed my 9am class o. See me see gbege o. Kai! Infatuation na bastard.
When I came back from class,I gave him my number and he called me fro almost an hour, Nna! Money is talking. I even gave sandra the phone to talk to him and as a sharp ibo girl, she no waste time
" so harry you know how school is o, we are so bored and all, when will you come and take us out?"
Sandra said all these making weird faces at me and I just put my hand across my mouth and laughed. When she dropped the call, she happily told me Harry had promised to take us out this weekend.
The weekend came slowly like a slug and I hated it. Harry and I talked all the time till he grew on my skin. Finally! Saturday evening came and I wore my best gown! Sexy as hell, I braided my weaves and wore a pepper hot lipstick! Boys must die today! Sandra dressed up and like Harry had instructed us, we took a direct cab to the address he gave.
" Ha! Wetin be this?" Sandra asked me as I looked on in awe.
" Wait o driver! Shey na here be the "Angels court?" The driver nodded as he pulled up beside a dirty mama put.
"Tiffany you have killed me o" sandra wailed. " I taught you well o, but you no listen, out of all the better people wey dey for "BD" na this church rat u see carry o! I thought as much, rich guys no dey get fine voice o" sandra said as she wailed further, I came down and waited for the stupid Harry to come and pay for the cab fare! I scanned the area for a tall,well muscled handsome guy but saw none! I put my hands on my head, I have been played.
A fat guy started walking towards us, his pot belly was very chronic and he looked so un kept. His beards was just sick and I had an urge to bring out a scissors and just cut it off. He was smiling at us and I prayed to God to not allow this dude be Harry and my worst fear was confirmed when he called me name and said "Harry here!" I almost fainted! To make matters worst he haggled and haggled with the cab driver for almost an hour till he finally brought out his dirty wallet and payed. Trust sandra na, she came down and faced him " Harry so na you be this? Wey all the muscles wey you gather for all your pix on BD ??" Harry looked flustered then put his hands on his stomach " that was years ago na, this is the new me" he smiled and that annoyed me.
"So you put up pix from years ago to deceive girls abi! You are just an opposite of what I saw" I said in disgust.
" Will you have come here if you knew I was like this?" He asked and I said a big "NO" to his face.
Sandra was so angry I could tell, she came to me and dragged my hand. "Come tiff we are going home, this mumu na bad market" she said loudly and Harry stiffened.
" Na you be bad market, see them, useless girls, una dey find money" Harry said and before I knew it, sandra picked up a small thick and threw it at him. "Shameless he goat, poverty stricken bastard, see your life?" I shouted to him and he replied "ashawo's, see them o! Idiots"
I was so angry and we started walking away when a white Range Rover stopped beside us. My mood lifted immediately, finally! A human being to drop us off at school! Sandra yelped and hit me knowingly. The dude inside jumped out and I nearly fainted! Standing there was "HARRY" looking so handsome and every inch as sexy as he was in those pictures. Sandra scratched her head and looked away in shame, I wished the ground would open and swallow me " am Harry and I saw every thing you did to the supposed me,too bad of you girls and you all are just the same" he said shaking his head in disgust. He pulled out a bundle of cash from his pocket and said "this is the 50k I would have given you for ur transport back home, but you don deserve it" he said as removed a single 500naira note and threw it at us.
Sandra was speechless for the first time ever, and tears filled my eyes as I watched my dream man get into my dream car and drove away!
We left the 500naira there on the floor, Sandra said it would be a shame to pick it and we were far gone before we realised we dint have enough money to get home, we had to walk back to the place we had left the 500naira but it was already gone. Chai! Life na better bitch o.
ENI
Tuesday, 11 March 2014
THE PREDATOR
This is not a Disney story,this story is not about happily ever after's but this is life as it is and how it has touched us all.
I should never have met him,I should never have fallen into his trap like a lost animal but its too late to regret and at the end of the day,I am still heart broken. You might wonder what I speak of and wonder if I desire your sympathy but I really don't,I just want to share my story.
I gained admission into the University at the age of 16 and I was this shy and innocent sweet thing. My mother or sisters never cared to sit me down and give me "THE TALK" but I never imagined that it would affect me in any way. I was so young and lost in the university,so many people from different places with their distinct characters and I often felt lost,like I never belonged. Maybe I was just too young,maybe I was just too innocent but it was logical when I met HIM.
He was one of those dudes that waited patiently for newly admitted students which they usually referred to as "fresh fish" or "freshers". He was a predator and usually he picked his preys well. Young,innocent and unsuspecting girls who were usually lost and looking for comfort and I never suspected a thing till I had fallen into his sharp claws and looking back today I realised how truly innocent I was then. I would forever weep for that little girl I was.
I met him on my way to class and like most guys he playfully asked me to "smile" because I was really in a bad mood then, but I ignored him as I walked on briskly, but he chased me down and I warmed up to his charming smile and experience! I was bored alone and in dire need of attention and he offered me all that. As time went on he became a brother to me, we would sit together in the evening and talk at length, he would advice me about boys and school and about my room mates. I would tell him all my problems and he always had some good advice. He told me about himself,how he was focused and didn't smoke or drink and how he detested people that indulge in those vices and I was really proud of him.
I NEVER imagined anything romantic between us and so I gladly accepted to go out with him one evening. HE claimed that I wasn't having any fun,and I wasn't even going out and all that so he promised to show me round town for a few minutes and bring me back immediately and I dint even think twice before accepting. He came that evening with his friend and they picked me up with a car and I was so excited when I got in.
I first noticed something was wrong when he never even acknowledged my presence, it felt like I wasn't even there. Well I assumed his mind was somewhere else and I settled into my seat at the back and watched the road. Soon I saw his friend hand him a pack of cigarettes and he took out one and lit it. I felt goose bumps all over my body as I watched on, he dint even notice my reaction as he never looked back at me, he finished that stick and went for another. My body temperature shot, I sprawled down on the car seats and started shaking. The drive was so long that it took hours, he was driving me towards the out skirt of town and it dawned on me that I was in trouble.
After a long while we got to a bar and he ushered me out absent minded and before I could even sit down,he had ordered loads of alcohol while his friend joined him and they drank on and on, I took a soft drink but couldn't even keep it down as I threw up immediately. He watched me throw up and decided that I was tired and we should retire. I asked if we were going to start going home and he sneered as he led me into a compound and into a room. My brain shut down and tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes. I looked at him as he stripped naked and reached for me, he had turned into a monster right before my eyes, he smelled of alcohol and smoke as he reached for my shorts, I begged, I cried, I swore, I knelt down and tried to fight him but he was strong and as he raped me. I saw my life flashing before my eyes. All my dreams, all the promises I made. Oh! I have always wanted to keep my virginity for my mother, I wanted to surprise her with it but in my head, at that moment I saw her disappointment but the "BEAST" never cared, he got his sexual gratification and once he was done, he stood up and looked at me with hate and his eyes darted to the bed which bore the blood of my virginity and his hate increased as he spoke "you are a very dirty PIG, you are on your period and you couldn't even use a sanitary towel"
I never deserved that but it happened to me, who would I blame? I have never cried the way I did that month and it affected me in every way possible.
Oh I forgive him, it was hard but I let It go. He lied to me and I believed, because I was too trusting, because I was pure of heart and never imagined that people could be cruel and wicked and like a beast he held me captive and tried to devour me! But am still here.
Moral: Don't trust any one.
(Disclaimer: I have not mentioned any names in this story and as such it is not about any one you know) ___ENI
I should never have met him,I should never have fallen into his trap like a lost animal but its too late to regret and at the end of the day,I am still heart broken. You might wonder what I speak of and wonder if I desire your sympathy but I really don't,I just want to share my story.
I gained admission into the University at the age of 16 and I was this shy and innocent sweet thing. My mother or sisters never cared to sit me down and give me "THE TALK" but I never imagined that it would affect me in any way. I was so young and lost in the university,so many people from different places with their distinct characters and I often felt lost,like I never belonged. Maybe I was just too young,maybe I was just too innocent but it was logical when I met HIM.
He was one of those dudes that waited patiently for newly admitted students which they usually referred to as "fresh fish" or "freshers". He was a predator and usually he picked his preys well. Young,innocent and unsuspecting girls who were usually lost and looking for comfort and I never suspected a thing till I had fallen into his sharp claws and looking back today I realised how truly innocent I was then. I would forever weep for that little girl I was.
I met him on my way to class and like most guys he playfully asked me to "smile" because I was really in a bad mood then, but I ignored him as I walked on briskly, but he chased me down and I warmed up to his charming smile and experience! I was bored alone and in dire need of attention and he offered me all that. As time went on he became a brother to me, we would sit together in the evening and talk at length, he would advice me about boys and school and about my room mates. I would tell him all my problems and he always had some good advice. He told me about himself,how he was focused and didn't smoke or drink and how he detested people that indulge in those vices and I was really proud of him.
I NEVER imagined anything romantic between us and so I gladly accepted to go out with him one evening. HE claimed that I wasn't having any fun,and I wasn't even going out and all that so he promised to show me round town for a few minutes and bring me back immediately and I dint even think twice before accepting. He came that evening with his friend and they picked me up with a car and I was so excited when I got in.
I first noticed something was wrong when he never even acknowledged my presence, it felt like I wasn't even there. Well I assumed his mind was somewhere else and I settled into my seat at the back and watched the road. Soon I saw his friend hand him a pack of cigarettes and he took out one and lit it. I felt goose bumps all over my body as I watched on, he dint even notice my reaction as he never looked back at me, he finished that stick and went for another. My body temperature shot, I sprawled down on the car seats and started shaking. The drive was so long that it took hours, he was driving me towards the out skirt of town and it dawned on me that I was in trouble.
After a long while we got to a bar and he ushered me out absent minded and before I could even sit down,he had ordered loads of alcohol while his friend joined him and they drank on and on, I took a soft drink but couldn't even keep it down as I threw up immediately. He watched me throw up and decided that I was tired and we should retire. I asked if we were going to start going home and he sneered as he led me into a compound and into a room. My brain shut down and tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes. I looked at him as he stripped naked and reached for me, he had turned into a monster right before my eyes, he smelled of alcohol and smoke as he reached for my shorts, I begged, I cried, I swore, I knelt down and tried to fight him but he was strong and as he raped me. I saw my life flashing before my eyes. All my dreams, all the promises I made. Oh! I have always wanted to keep my virginity for my mother, I wanted to surprise her with it but in my head, at that moment I saw her disappointment but the "BEAST" never cared, he got his sexual gratification and once he was done, he stood up and looked at me with hate and his eyes darted to the bed which bore the blood of my virginity and his hate increased as he spoke "you are a very dirty PIG, you are on your period and you couldn't even use a sanitary towel"
I never deserved that but it happened to me, who would I blame? I have never cried the way I did that month and it affected me in every way possible.
Oh I forgive him, it was hard but I let It go. He lied to me and I believed, because I was too trusting, because I was pure of heart and never imagined that people could be cruel and wicked and like a beast he held me captive and tried to devour me! But am still here.
Moral: Don't trust any one.
(Disclaimer: I have not mentioned any names in this story and as such it is not about any one you know) ___ENI
Saturday, 11 January 2014
(MUST READ!!!) 10 HUMAN MYSTERIES EVEN SCIENTISTS CAN'T EXPLAIN.
I have done my research again and this is what I found about the human body! Wow!! The surprising one is about levitation and SHC. There’s always debate concerning these supposed powers. Are they just hoaxes derived from our imagination? Well I hope you enjoy reading!! #kisses.
10)Entrancing Healers
Shamanistic practices were once much more prevalent in the world, and considered a profound foundation of the tribes that believed in them. These spiritually based rituals are still found today and are revered as legitimate procedures. In the Philippines, an entrancing healer, allegedly, has the ability to materialize and dematerialize matter. The shaman will enter a mild trance, where they gain the supernatural ability to perform surgeries with little to no contact with the patient. They would then be able to remove foreign objects within the body such as glass and metal and provide alleviation from similar pains.Many of these shamans have been discovered as fraudulent, proving the use of slight of hand tricks and passing them off as legitimate procedures, but that isn’t the case for all of them. Some entrancing healers can pull out molars with their bare hands, while others can remove and replace eyeballs. There is still not enough evidence to dismiss what these shamans have been apparently able to achieve for decades.
9)Psychic Surgeons
Much like entrancing healers, psychic surgeons can perform procedures that would normally require tools and what we consider conventional medical supplies (like anesthesia). But, unlike the healers, psychic surgeons go deep into the patient’s body, and literally pull out tumors and organs from their patients.These types of surgeons are mostly found in Brazil and the Philippines, where people strongly believe in spirits (which aid every procedure/treatment). Patients are told to recognize that negative feelings and thoughts toward disease and illnesses only serve to aggravate the condition, and that they can’t be healed if they don’t believe in the possibility of overcoming it. In other words, they must form a bond between the mind, body and spirit, to achieve the balance required for recovery; the body can’t be healed if the mind and spirit aren’t aligned. This is also the reason why psychic surgeons argue that outsiders who come to them seeking help are more difficult to work on because they lack that faith.
8)Spontaneous Human Combustion
SHC is burning from the inside out. It certainly sounds strange but by now, most of us are familiar with this supposed phenomenon. Famous cases include Jack Angel’s account of SHC that led to his hand needing amputation, or Mary Reeser who was burned to a crisp and found with a shrunken skull. Even fiction has its examples of SHC, as seen in Charles Dicken’s novel, Bleak House (Dickens was fascinated by the topic and researched it thoroughly).Already you can probably come up with a few facts off the top of your head that would debunk this mystery, but consider this: crematoriums pre-heat their furnaces to about 1837.4 degrees Fahrenheit, because the human body is relatively difficult to burn. It takes between one and two hours for tissue and major bones to become ashes. SHC victims are usually found in a liquid form, meaning their bodies had to burn at a temperature exceeding 2998 degrees Fahrenheit. And in some cases, not the entire body is burned and we’d expect to see burn marks all over the body in a traditional house fire scenario.
7)Fire Immunity and Fire Starter
On the subject of fire, we come to the Leidenfrost effect. The effect actually creates an insulating, protective barrier of vapor that forms over a liquid exposed to extreme heat. This same effect protects you when you pinch out candles with wet fingers. It’s a phenomenon we’re all capable of doing given the right circumstances (like in firewalking), but it’s only a fraction of what people with fire immunity experience.Nathan Coker was a blacksmith in Maryland who could stand on white hot metal, swill molten lead shot in his mouth until it solidified, and hold red-hot coals. His skin was so dexterous, he never even showed signs of burn marks. Is it a practice of mind over matter or did his skin, over years of handling fire, get tough enough to keep him from feeling the burn?On the opposite spectrum, pyrokinetics can attract or project fire. A.W. Underwood was able to cause a handkerchief to burst in to flames by blowing on it. Starting a fire with the mind, or a wave of the hand, is rejected much quicker than those that have fire immunity but it remains the favorite in fiction.
6)Dowsing
Dowsing has existed as early as the 15th century. Using a divining rod, a dowser may find water, metals and other substances in the ground without the use of scientific tools. The thought is that divining rods amplify invisible movements of the hand coming from the dowser who has some ability to sense magnetic fields or may possess a form of ESP.One way to explain the phenomenon is by exploring the environment. If a dowser can detect hints about their surroundings, then they make subconscious movements with their hands, forcing the rods to shake and dip, indicating they’ve found something of value. Most dowsers can’t offer a plain explanation how the process works but the practice has been used to locate substances successfully throughout the centuries.
5)Bioelectricity
You have probably seen Youtube videos of people showing signs of bioelectricity. As early as the 19th century, there have been cases of people being electrically charged or magnetized, resulting in an odd electromagnetic effect on the objects around them. Some people even show allergic reactions to technology, finding it difficult to live around devices that emit too much magnetic and electrical charge.There have been cases of people being so charged that they are able to light a bulb simply by holding it. Others cause fuses to blow out, without any means of controlling the effect. It’s even been recorded that people with this strong force can give a static electricity shock continuously, and be powerful enough to actually hurt someone.
4)Bioluminescence
Surprisingly, most cases on bioluminescence in humans comes from ill patients. Anna Monaro had asthma and for several weeks, a blue glow would emit from her chest while she slept. In his book ‘Death: Its Causes and Phenomena’, Hereward Carrington reported the body of a boy radiating a blue glow after his death of acute indigestion. This glow-worm effect still doesn’t have many cases, but recently Japanese researchers discovered that the human body glimmers. The light we emit is about 1000 times lower than the naked eye can see. This light fluctuates during the day, in cycles, leaving us brightest in the afternoon (the skin around your mouth lightens most around this time of day too) and dimmest in the evening.
3)Levitation
D.D. Home was a famous medium who had many witnesses claim he could indeed levitate. Homes most incredible feat happened in 1868, when he floated out one window and into another during a séance. His abilities were never proven to be fraudulent, even by Harry Houdini, who attempted to duplicate many of Homes “tricks.” Today, levitation is common during magical performances, but they all came from reports of people actually floating. It was considered a normal occurrence in séance, not just by the people in attendance, but of the objects around them. And if you ever want to experience levitation for yourself, try the Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board game. It’s been scaring kids for years now.
2)ESP
ESP is an extrasensory perception, able to gain information through use of a sense unknown by science. Before getting into ESP, first you should realize you do in fact have more than five senses. You can sense temperature variations, proprioception (position of your muscles), and the force of gravity (you do this by knowing at what angle your head is in while your eyes are shut). ESP covers the senses that are left.There’s plenty of anecdotal evidence of ESP, but what about legitimate science? In the 30s, the Ganzfeld experiments took place. People claiming to have ESP were told to lie down, and then forced to listen to white noise to clear their minds. Someone observing from another room would then attempt to mentally send him/her an image. Afterward, that person would pick which image it is they saw in their mind from four. Critics predicted a 25% accuracy but were surprised to learn it was 35%. That isn’t statistically a lot more but this experiment was used to show that perhaps there was something to ESP after all.
1) Prophecy
The Delphic oracle did it. Nostradamus did it. Hell, you can call fortunetellers over the phone nowadays to hear about the future. History is riddled with people claiming to know the future. Some have visions that come and go, others have foretelling dreams. There are those who seek the future by means of ritual, and then there are people who are struck with precognition randomly. You might have experienced it yourself. Ever thought of a friend and they called you (or in this modern age – they Facebooked you) seconds later? Is that an example of precognition or just coincidence?Nostradamus had a number of prophecies that, when interpreted in a certain manner, predicted the Great Fire of London and the rise of Adolf Hitler (among others). However, Nostradamus was purposefully vague and cryptic in each of his predictions, leaving them open for interpretation. To say that he unmistakably foresaw those events in history would be a bit of a stretch. Still, among all the items on this list, the ability to see the future is the most abundant bizarre trait people believe they possess.
10)Entrancing Healers
Shamanistic practices were once much more prevalent in the world, and considered a profound foundation of the tribes that believed in them. These spiritually based rituals are still found today and are revered as legitimate procedures. In the Philippines, an entrancing healer, allegedly, has the ability to materialize and dematerialize matter. The shaman will enter a mild trance, where they gain the supernatural ability to perform surgeries with little to no contact with the patient. They would then be able to remove foreign objects within the body such as glass and metal and provide alleviation from similar pains.Many of these shamans have been discovered as fraudulent, proving the use of slight of hand tricks and passing them off as legitimate procedures, but that isn’t the case for all of them. Some entrancing healers can pull out molars with their bare hands, while others can remove and replace eyeballs. There is still not enough evidence to dismiss what these shamans have been apparently able to achieve for decades.
9)Psychic Surgeons
Much like entrancing healers, psychic surgeons can perform procedures that would normally require tools and what we consider conventional medical supplies (like anesthesia). But, unlike the healers, psychic surgeons go deep into the patient’s body, and literally pull out tumors and organs from their patients.These types of surgeons are mostly found in Brazil and the Philippines, where people strongly believe in spirits (which aid every procedure/treatment). Patients are told to recognize that negative feelings and thoughts toward disease and illnesses only serve to aggravate the condition, and that they can’t be healed if they don’t believe in the possibility of overcoming it. In other words, they must form a bond between the mind, body and spirit, to achieve the balance required for recovery; the body can’t be healed if the mind and spirit aren’t aligned. This is also the reason why psychic surgeons argue that outsiders who come to them seeking help are more difficult to work on because they lack that faith.
8)Spontaneous Human Combustion
SHC is burning from the inside out. It certainly sounds strange but by now, most of us are familiar with this supposed phenomenon. Famous cases include Jack Angel’s account of SHC that led to his hand needing amputation, or Mary Reeser who was burned to a crisp and found with a shrunken skull. Even fiction has its examples of SHC, as seen in Charles Dicken’s novel, Bleak House (Dickens was fascinated by the topic and researched it thoroughly).Already you can probably come up with a few facts off the top of your head that would debunk this mystery, but consider this: crematoriums pre-heat their furnaces to about 1837.4 degrees Fahrenheit, because the human body is relatively difficult to burn. It takes between one and two hours for tissue and major bones to become ashes. SHC victims are usually found in a liquid form, meaning their bodies had to burn at a temperature exceeding 2998 degrees Fahrenheit. And in some cases, not the entire body is burned and we’d expect to see burn marks all over the body in a traditional house fire scenario.
7)Fire Immunity and Fire Starter
On the subject of fire, we come to the Leidenfrost effect. The effect actually creates an insulating, protective barrier of vapor that forms over a liquid exposed to extreme heat. This same effect protects you when you pinch out candles with wet fingers. It’s a phenomenon we’re all capable of doing given the right circumstances (like in firewalking), but it’s only a fraction of what people with fire immunity experience.Nathan Coker was a blacksmith in Maryland who could stand on white hot metal, swill molten lead shot in his mouth until it solidified, and hold red-hot coals. His skin was so dexterous, he never even showed signs of burn marks. Is it a practice of mind over matter or did his skin, over years of handling fire, get tough enough to keep him from feeling the burn?On the opposite spectrum, pyrokinetics can attract or project fire. A.W. Underwood was able to cause a handkerchief to burst in to flames by blowing on it. Starting a fire with the mind, or a wave of the hand, is rejected much quicker than those that have fire immunity but it remains the favorite in fiction.
6)Dowsing
Dowsing has existed as early as the 15th century. Using a divining rod, a dowser may find water, metals and other substances in the ground without the use of scientific tools. The thought is that divining rods amplify invisible movements of the hand coming from the dowser who has some ability to sense magnetic fields or may possess a form of ESP.One way to explain the phenomenon is by exploring the environment. If a dowser can detect hints about their surroundings, then they make subconscious movements with their hands, forcing the rods to shake and dip, indicating they’ve found something of value. Most dowsers can’t offer a plain explanation how the process works but the practice has been used to locate substances successfully throughout the centuries.
5)Bioelectricity
You have probably seen Youtube videos of people showing signs of bioelectricity. As early as the 19th century, there have been cases of people being electrically charged or magnetized, resulting in an odd electromagnetic effect on the objects around them. Some people even show allergic reactions to technology, finding it difficult to live around devices that emit too much magnetic and electrical charge.There have been cases of people being so charged that they are able to light a bulb simply by holding it. Others cause fuses to blow out, without any means of controlling the effect. It’s even been recorded that people with this strong force can give a static electricity shock continuously, and be powerful enough to actually hurt someone.
4)Bioluminescence
Surprisingly, most cases on bioluminescence in humans comes from ill patients. Anna Monaro had asthma and for several weeks, a blue glow would emit from her chest while she slept. In his book ‘Death: Its Causes and Phenomena’, Hereward Carrington reported the body of a boy radiating a blue glow after his death of acute indigestion. This glow-worm effect still doesn’t have many cases, but recently Japanese researchers discovered that the human body glimmers. The light we emit is about 1000 times lower than the naked eye can see. This light fluctuates during the day, in cycles, leaving us brightest in the afternoon (the skin around your mouth lightens most around this time of day too) and dimmest in the evening.
3)Levitation
D.D. Home was a famous medium who had many witnesses claim he could indeed levitate. Homes most incredible feat happened in 1868, when he floated out one window and into another during a séance. His abilities were never proven to be fraudulent, even by Harry Houdini, who attempted to duplicate many of Homes “tricks.” Today, levitation is common during magical performances, but they all came from reports of people actually floating. It was considered a normal occurrence in séance, not just by the people in attendance, but of the objects around them. And if you ever want to experience levitation for yourself, try the Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board game. It’s been scaring kids for years now.
2)ESP
ESP is an extrasensory perception, able to gain information through use of a sense unknown by science. Before getting into ESP, first you should realize you do in fact have more than five senses. You can sense temperature variations, proprioception (position of your muscles), and the force of gravity (you do this by knowing at what angle your head is in while your eyes are shut). ESP covers the senses that are left.There’s plenty of anecdotal evidence of ESP, but what about legitimate science? In the 30s, the Ganzfeld experiments took place. People claiming to have ESP were told to lie down, and then forced to listen to white noise to clear their minds. Someone observing from another room would then attempt to mentally send him/her an image. Afterward, that person would pick which image it is they saw in their mind from four. Critics predicted a 25% accuracy but were surprised to learn it was 35%. That isn’t statistically a lot more but this experiment was used to show that perhaps there was something to ESP after all.
1) Prophecy
The Delphic oracle did it. Nostradamus did it. Hell, you can call fortunetellers over the phone nowadays to hear about the future. History is riddled with people claiming to know the future. Some have visions that come and go, others have foretelling dreams. There are those who seek the future by means of ritual, and then there are people who are struck with precognition randomly. You might have experienced it yourself. Ever thought of a friend and they called you (or in this modern age – they Facebooked you) seconds later? Is that an example of precognition or just coincidence?Nostradamus had a number of prophecies that, when interpreted in a certain manner, predicted the Great Fire of London and the rise of Adolf Hitler (among others). However, Nostradamus was purposefully vague and cryptic in each of his predictions, leaving them open for interpretation. To say that he unmistakably foresaw those events in history would be a bit of a stretch. Still, among all the items on this list, the ability to see the future is the most abundant bizarre trait people believe they possess.
Saturday, 4 January 2014
(ANSWERED)! 4 OBVIOUS REASONS WHY CAMERA MEN DON'T FALL UNDER THE ANOINTING.
Okay this may sound funny but I have heard many people,especially non-christians who criticise pastors,claiming they are fake. They would sarcastically decide that everybody should fall under the anointing and that includes the camera men.. Its very funny when they say it and I have sat down to think of it and I came up with these few reasons why the camera men might not fall under the power.
1)THE ANOINTING IS INTELLIGENT: The bible says that the foolishness of God is wiser than men. You might assume that the anointing just comes upon anybody,anyhow,in any way but that's not true as the anointing is very intelligent! Eg I believe many of you have seen merlin or many other magic films, well imagine this scenario, merlin's mother is abducted and tied to a stick, merlin runs there to free her,he tries to free her but the rope seems too strong,so he moves back and stretches his hand and a bolt of lightening shoots out and the rope is broken and falls to the ground and his mother is free. The question now is; how did the lightning know its the Rope merlin was targeting? why is the mother not hurt? The anointing knows what to do and who to touch.
2) THE USE OF TRIPODS AND CCTV: I know most people don't think of this but come on,this is the 21st century and camera men don't have to always hold the camera's. There are tripods that stand sure and hold the camera these days and all the camera man need do is to just turn the camera to any direction of interest. So is it not logical that even if he falls we the viewers might not know?
I also believe we all know CCTV's. Most of these big churches have cctv installed in their church and the environs and we all know that CCTV need not be controlled or held by anyone so its logical that the camera men fall but the CCTV captures that scene instead.
3) INTEREST AND CONCENTRATION: Many of us who have gone to church know that there are some people who will never fall(lol) they are those who don't believe, they close their hearts on God and his power and the spirit of God does not like force! Many others really want to experience the power but their minds are easily carried away and it never happens for them. So imagine a camera man who is busy,trying to capture the moment, he's probably walking up and down,trying to get the perfect angle, he doesn't even listen to the message, all he wants to do is do his job, how can such a person FALL?
4)NOT EVERY BODY REALLY FALLS: imagine you are in a church service and your eyes are closed,and suddenly the pastor releases the anointing and Most people around you fall with force,don't you think the force could make you fall too? Remember you were not expecting it. So the point is,not everyone really falls and so its not compulsory for camera men to fall too..
Note: its just my opinion and I believe we are all entitled to our opinions.heheheheh!! Hope you enjoyed reading it.
ENI
1)THE ANOINTING IS INTELLIGENT: The bible says that the foolishness of God is wiser than men. You might assume that the anointing just comes upon anybody,anyhow,in any way but that's not true as the anointing is very intelligent! Eg I believe many of you have seen merlin or many other magic films, well imagine this scenario, merlin's mother is abducted and tied to a stick, merlin runs there to free her,he tries to free her but the rope seems too strong,so he moves back and stretches his hand and a bolt of lightening shoots out and the rope is broken and falls to the ground and his mother is free. The question now is; how did the lightning know its the Rope merlin was targeting? why is the mother not hurt? The anointing knows what to do and who to touch.
2) THE USE OF TRIPODS AND CCTV: I know most people don't think of this but come on,this is the 21st century and camera men don't have to always hold the camera's. There are tripods that stand sure and hold the camera these days and all the camera man need do is to just turn the camera to any direction of interest. So is it not logical that even if he falls we the viewers might not know?
I also believe we all know CCTV's. Most of these big churches have cctv installed in their church and the environs and we all know that CCTV need not be controlled or held by anyone so its logical that the camera men fall but the CCTV captures that scene instead.
3) INTEREST AND CONCENTRATION: Many of us who have gone to church know that there are some people who will never fall(lol) they are those who don't believe, they close their hearts on God and his power and the spirit of God does not like force! Many others really want to experience the power but their minds are easily carried away and it never happens for them. So imagine a camera man who is busy,trying to capture the moment, he's probably walking up and down,trying to get the perfect angle, he doesn't even listen to the message, all he wants to do is do his job, how can such a person FALL?
4)NOT EVERY BODY REALLY FALLS: imagine you are in a church service and your eyes are closed,and suddenly the pastor releases the anointing and Most people around you fall with force,don't you think the force could make you fall too? Remember you were not expecting it. So the point is,not everyone really falls and so its not compulsory for camera men to fall too..
Note: its just my opinion and I believe we are all entitled to our opinions.heheheheh!! Hope you enjoyed reading it.
ENI
Thursday, 2 January 2014
(Reavealed)THE REAL STORY OF BONNIE AND CLYDE.
Bonnie and clyde have always fascinated me since I was a kid. I would hear americans refer to them often and I would wonder what Bonnie and clyde ever did to deserve this adoration and popularity. Turns out they were thieves who loved each other. Lol ! Well check out their story below and the highlighted parts of the article is a Poem written by Bonnie while she was in prison(intelligent girl that Bonnie). Bonnie to me is an ideal example of how a woman ought to Love her Man. Enjoy
You've read the story of Jesse James,
of how he lived and died.
If you're still in the need
of something to read,
here's the story of Bonnie and Clyde.
Ladies first: Bonnie Parker was born on October 1, 1910 in Rowena, Texas. She was the second of three children. Her father was a bricklayer by trade. In 1914, her father dies and the family packed up and moved in with her maternal grandparents in Cement City near Dallas. Bonnie attends Cement City School and is an excellent student. In 1924 she enters Cement City High School and even wins the Cement City spelling championship. At 4 foot, 10 inches and 85 pounds, Bonnie is no dumb blonde. She is an addicted fan of romance and confession magazines.
In 1925, she met Roy Thornton and the following year they exchanged tungsten wedding bands. She loved him to the point of where she proceeded to get a tattoo on the inside of her thigh of two intertwined hearts with their names in the middle. She should have waited a little longer. A year later Mr. Thornton begins to wander and Bonnie is left in West Dallas to brood. At this time she has a job as a waitress in Marco's Cafe which is located in East Dallas.
Bonnie was, as you can see, very depressed and lonely at only 18 years old. She muddled through this existence until the beginning of 1930 when she visited a friend in West Dallas. Here she met a pixie eared gentleman by the name of Clyde
Clyde Barrow: Clyde Champion Barrow (actually his middle name was "Chestnut"), aliases Roy Bailey, Jack Hale, Eldin Williams, Elvin Williams, was born in Telico, Texas on March 24, 1909. He was the third youngest of eight children. His father was a sharecropper. Clyde's schooling days, if you can call them that, were sporadic and he never went past the fifth grade. When Clyde is 12, the family gives up farming and moves to West Dallas where his father opens a service station and Clyde attends the Cedar Valley School. He quits shortly after and becomes involved in selling stolen turkeys with his brother Buck. He's arrested three more times for investigation of auto theft and safecracking but let go.
In 1928, he moves out of the house. He was 5 foot 6 and 3/4 inches tall with a schoolboy face. He loves playing the sax and idolized movie actor William S. Heart and the legendary Bill Cody.
On October 16, 1929 he was arrested with William Turner and Frank Hardy at the Roosevelt Hotel in Waco, Texas. He told Chief of Police Hollis Barron through a stream of tears that the two men had picked him up hitchhiking and he was unaware of their reputations. Barron let him go. This was probably the last break Clyde would ever get.
He should have heeded his good fortune. In January of 1930, he visited a friend in West Dallas and met Bonnie Parker. Thus the romance began.
Bonnie became aware of Clyde's past when the "laws" came looking for him and took him back to Denton, Texas about some stolen merchandise. When they could not make it stick, they transferred him to Waco where he confessed to a couple of burglaries and several car thefts. He couldn't cry his way out of this one. He was sentenced to two years on each count but the courts allowed the sentences to run concurrently.
As it turned out, his cell mate turned out to be William Turner. Bonnie, who visited Clyde every day, smuggled a Colt to Clyde and that night Clyde, Turner and another prisoner by the name of Emory Abernathy escaped.
Freedom was short lived. Clyde and Turner (Bonnie was not with them) were recaptured in Middletown, Ohio and Clyde got 14 years at the Texas State Penitentiary. the two constantly kept in touch by letter writing
But the 'laws' fooled around,
kept taking him down
and locking him up in a cell
'till he said to me
"I'll never be free
so I'll meet a few of them in Hell.
With the intervention of his mother, Clyde was pardoned from prison on February 2, 1932. Unfortunately, just prior to his release, he had another inmate chop off two of his toes on his left foot during a work detail in order for him to avoid working in the cotton fields. He left prison on crutches. Here Clyde made a halfhearted attempt at work in Massachusetts. That lasted all of two weeks. He returned to Bonnie and off they went -- in a stolen car.
The "laws" caught up with them, Clyde escaped and Bonnie ended up in the Kaufman, Texas jail for a couple of months. It was at this time that Bonnie wrote the poem "The Story of Suicide Sal."
Meanwhile, Clyde kept busy. He robbed the Sims Oil Company in Dallas and escaped. The turning point came on April 13 when the robbery of a jewelry store owned by John Bucher ended up with Bucher's death. Although Clyde claimed he was in the car at the time of the shooting, he and Raymond Hamilton, a childhood friend, were then known as the killers of John Bucher. Clyde's career had began in earnest. A series of gas station robberies followed and Clyde was identified as one of the perpetrators.
Bonnie was released from jail in June and joined Clyde. On August 5, while he was in Atoka, Oklahoma with Hamilton (it is unclear why Bonnie was not with them), they killed two policemen, C.G. Maxwell and Eugene Moore, who went to investigate them while they were drinking inside the car.
Several other thefts took place after this and also a couple of robberies which culminated in murder. Hamilton was apprehended during this time in Michigan, sent back to Dallas and given a mere 263 years.
Tne morning in Rustin, Louisiana, Bonnie and Clyde stole a car belonging to a Mr. Darby from a boarding house. He saw them. He asked Miss Sofia Stone if he could borrow her car to give chase. They did, but realized they could not keep up and turned their machine around. When they looked in the rear view mirror, they saw they were being pursued by their own stolen car. They were taken in Mr. Darby's own car as captives. As Miss Stone tells it, a gun was kept in her side all the time by Bonnie and she was told that if they weren't so likable they would have been killed. Bonnie laughed when she asked Mr. Darby his profession and found out it was an undertaker. She said maybe someday he would be working on her. As it turned out, Bonnie couldn't have been closer to the truth. They were let go. But Mr. Darby would see Bonnie one more time
W.D. Jones, a petty thief, was Bonnie and Clyde's newest member on their road to nowhere. Malcom Davis was the next police officer to lose the draw to Clyde's deadly aim.
Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang.
I'm sure you have all read
how they rob and steal
and those who squeal
are usually found dying or dead.
In March of 1933, Marvin (Buck) Barrow was released from the Texas Penitentiary after serving a short term for burglary and, with his second wife Blanch, joined his brother, Bonnie and W.D. Jones in Joplin, Missouri. The five set up house in a garage apartment and stayed there until April when the police, thinking they had found a gang of illegal gin brewers, closed in. In the ensuing gun battle, Clyde was shot as was Jones but two more officers bit the dust.
In the apartment, officers found Buck's pardon and a guitar. A newspaperman found some undeveloped film. When developed, one of the shots was Bonnie holding a shotgun on Clyde and the most famous -- Bonnie -- smoking a cigar. In actuality, she had borrowed the cigar from Jones. Bonnie smoked Lucky Strikes. But the myth was created. She was now known as the cigar smoking moll of the Barrow gang. It was a moniker that Bonnie hated.
If they try to act like citizens
and rent them a nice little flat
about the third night,
they're invited to fight
by a sun-gun's rat-tat-tat.
By now, it was all downhill. Near Wellington, Texas, their stolen Ford plunged off a bridge under construction and Bonnie was pinned underneath. The machine caught fire. Rescued by some farmers, who saw the arsenal of weapons in the car, one ran off to call police. One of the women neighbors who came to help was shot by a nervous W.D. Jones. He blew her hand off. When two policemen came to investigate, the Barrow gang overpowered them. Along with Bonnie, they were loaded into the car and later released. Bonnie's leg would never be the same.
Their next place of residence was the Red Crown Tourist Camp in Platte City, Missouri. They rented a double cabin with a garage in between. The police paid them another visit. In this gun battle Buck was hit in the forehead. Blanche was hit in the eyes with flying glass. The gang put a set of sunglasses on her face. Once again, they escaped but were found three days later in a park in Dexter, Iowa on a tip from a waiter who informed police that a man had for the past few days ordered five meals and taken them into the woods. Clyde, in his haste to escape, ran his car into a stump and the police proceeded to riddle it with bullets. Buck was hit several more times -- in the hip and shoulder.
Clyde and Jones took Bonnie and escaped through a stream and proceeded through a cornfield to a farm. Holding the farmer and his son at bay, they took his car. Buck was captured and died from his wounds a few days later in a Perry, Iowa hospital. Blanche, probably the most innocent of all (she was constantly trying to reform Buck) was sent to the Missouri State Penitentiary.
The next few months were probably the worst ever for the two. W.D. Jones left them but was later captured in Texas. He claimed that towards the end he was kept captive by a pair of desperadoes for fear of squealing on them. He was scared to death after his capture. Rightly so -- he was only 17 years old.
Bonnie's leg became deformed for lack of good medical attention. In November, while trying to visit their parents, sheriff Smoot got wind of it, set up an ambush and with other law officers, blasted the car. Bonnie and Clyde, both hit in the legs, once again escaped. Clyde had more lives than a cat.
The road gets dimmer and dimmer;
Sometimes you can hardly see
but it's flight, man to man,
and do all you can,
for they know they can never be free.
In January, Clyde and Bonnie sprang Raymond Hamilton from the Eastham Prison Farm in Huntsville, Texas. Along with Hamilton was one Henry Methvin. Another police officer, Major Crowson, would not see the days end. Between January and March, several banks were robbed and were attributed to the Barrow gang. In March, Hamilton split from the gang for reasons that are uncertain. Now matter -- Hamilton would be later captured and sent to the electric chair in 1935 for the murder of the guard at Huntsville.
If a policeman is killed in Dallas
and they have no clue or guide;
If they just can't find a fiend
they just wipe their slate clean
and hang it on Bonnie and Clyde.
On Easter Sunday, 1934, on a side road off Highway 114 in Grapevine, Texas, Clyde and Methvin killed two police officers who thought they needed help. Five days later they kill police officer Cal Campbell and kidnap Chief Percy Boyd in Commerce, Oklahoma. They let Percy go but not before Bonnie asks him to tell the public she does not smoke cigars. Bonnie's priorities are a little distorted by now. They also have less than a month to live.
Now the law enforcement authorities start putting the pressure. They constantly harass Clyde and Bonnie's relatives and try to seek indictments on anyone who has tried to conceal or help the two. Lee Simmons, who at that time was head of the Texas Prison System, was enraged at the Huntsville break. He receives permission from Texas Governor Miriam Furguson to hire a special agent. That special agent was retired Texas Ranger Frank Hamer.
Hamer, working for a salary of $150 a month, took to Clyde's trail on February 10. He used a Ford V8 which he knew Clyde was partial to. He picked up their trail in Texarkana but always seemed to be a day late. While the chase was on, Clyde killed three more policemen.
A newsboy once said to his buddy:
I wish old Clyde would get jumped;
in these awful hard times
we'd make a few dimes
if five or six cops would get bumped.
Ivan Methvin, Henry's father, had in the past let Bonnie and Clyde use his place to hide. Now fearing for his son's life, made a deal with Lee Simmons. A full pardon for his son in Texas for information on the Barrow gang. Hamer was informed of a "post office" that was used by the Barrows. It was a large board which lay on the ground near a large stump of a pine tree. It was on a farm to Market Road several miles from Plain Dealing, Louisiana. The "post office" was used for communication among the Barrow gang and their friends and relatives. The scene was set.
At this time, Hamer picked up his old friend B.M. Gault. The other men who were in on the kill were Bob Alcorn, Ted Hinton, Henderson Jordan and Paul Oakley. At 1:30 a.m. they set up blinds with tree branches approximately 25 feet from the road on the east side so that they could look down on the road. They placed themselves approximately ten feet apart. Then they waited.
They waited for approximately seven hours when at about 9:10 a.m. they heard a machine approaching at a high rate of speed. It is unclear whether Hamer or Alcorn stepped into the road to challenge them. When the car stopped they were told to give up. They reached for their guns but never had a chance to use them. The posse opened fire with steel jacketed, high velocity bullets. The car leaped ahead and came to a halt in a ditch beside the road. The firing continued after the car came to a halt.
The officers, even after pumping 167 rounds into the car, approached the machine carefully. Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow couldn't have been any deader. Fifty rounds had smashed into their bodies. Some through the driver's door, through Clyde, through Bonnie and out the passenger door. The fingers on Bonnie's right hand had been shot away. Her left hand held a bloody pack of cigarettes. She died with her head slumped between her legs, a gun across her lap. Bonnie was 23 years old, Clyde 24. It looked as if Bonnie had just gotten a permanent wave.
Inside the car, Hamer found the following: 1 saxophone, 3 Browning automatic rifles, 1 10 gauge Winchester lever action, sawed-off shotgun, 1 20 gauge sawed-off shotgun, 1 Colt 32 caliber automatic, 1 Colt 45 caliber revolver, 7 Colt automatic pistols, and approximately 3,000 rounds of ammunition. They found license plates from Illinois, Iowa, Missouri, Texas, Indiana, Kansas, Ohio and Louisiana.
They don't think they're too smart or. desperate.
They know that the 'laws' always wins;
They've been shot at before,
but they do not ignore
that death is the wages of sin.
The car was towed with the bodies in it to Arcadia, Louisiana. The crowds were already waiting.
Their bodies were placed in the undertaker's parlor, which was the rear room of a furniture store. The crowds were uncontrolled to the point where the undertaker had to squirt embalming fluid on them to keep them back.
Clyde was buried in a West Dallas cemetery on May 25 next to his brother Buck. Thousands of thrill seekers were present, some snatching the flowers from his grave.
Bonnie's mother had refused to have Bonnie buried next to Clyde and so she was buried on May 27 at the West Dallas Fishtrap Cemetery.
Frank Hamer received thousands of letters of congratulations and was also honored on the floor of congress. Hamer died in 1955.
Henry Methvin received his pardon from Texas as promised -- but not from Oklahoma. He was arrested for murder, sentenced to death which was later commuted to life. He served 12 years, was released and run over by a train in 1948.
Twenty-three persons were brought to trial on charges of harboring Bonnie and Clyde.
Clyde's and Bonnie's families tried to gain ownership of the guns that they were found with because they realized their worth to collectors. They did not receive them
The gray V8 Ford was shown for years after that at State Fairs for 25 cents a look.
It is said that Bonnie never killed anyone. No matter how much it is debated, the truth will probably never be known. A modern-day Belle Starr, she apparently justified her criminal activities because she did not want to leave her man's side. She would stay with him no matter what -- even though it meant the death of nine police officers.
Even John Dillinger, who had less than a month to live himself, commented that Bonnie and Clyde gave bank robbing a bad name.
Some day they'll go down together.
They'll bury them side by side.
To few it'll be grief -
To the law a relief -
but it's death for Bonnie and Clyde.
Culled from http://www.historybuff.com/library/refbonnie.html by Paul Rosa.
You've read the story of Jesse James,
of how he lived and died.
If you're still in the need
of something to read,
here's the story of Bonnie and Clyde.
Ladies first: Bonnie Parker was born on October 1, 1910 in Rowena, Texas. She was the second of three children. Her father was a bricklayer by trade. In 1914, her father dies and the family packed up and moved in with her maternal grandparents in Cement City near Dallas. Bonnie attends Cement City School and is an excellent student. In 1924 she enters Cement City High School and even wins the Cement City spelling championship. At 4 foot, 10 inches and 85 pounds, Bonnie is no dumb blonde. She is an addicted fan of romance and confession magazines.
In 1925, she met Roy Thornton and the following year they exchanged tungsten wedding bands. She loved him to the point of where she proceeded to get a tattoo on the inside of her thigh of two intertwined hearts with their names in the middle. She should have waited a little longer. A year later Mr. Thornton begins to wander and Bonnie is left in West Dallas to brood. At this time she has a job as a waitress in Marco's Cafe which is located in East Dallas.
Bonnie was, as you can see, very depressed and lonely at only 18 years old. She muddled through this existence until the beginning of 1930 when she visited a friend in West Dallas. Here she met a pixie eared gentleman by the name of Clyde
Clyde Barrow: Clyde Champion Barrow (actually his middle name was "Chestnut"), aliases Roy Bailey, Jack Hale, Eldin Williams, Elvin Williams, was born in Telico, Texas on March 24, 1909. He was the third youngest of eight children. His father was a sharecropper. Clyde's schooling days, if you can call them that, were sporadic and he never went past the fifth grade. When Clyde is 12, the family gives up farming and moves to West Dallas where his father opens a service station and Clyde attends the Cedar Valley School. He quits shortly after and becomes involved in selling stolen turkeys with his brother Buck. He's arrested three more times for investigation of auto theft and safecracking but let go.
In 1928, he moves out of the house. He was 5 foot 6 and 3/4 inches tall with a schoolboy face. He loves playing the sax and idolized movie actor William S. Heart and the legendary Bill Cody.
On October 16, 1929 he was arrested with William Turner and Frank Hardy at the Roosevelt Hotel in Waco, Texas. He told Chief of Police Hollis Barron through a stream of tears that the two men had picked him up hitchhiking and he was unaware of their reputations. Barron let him go. This was probably the last break Clyde would ever get.
He should have heeded his good fortune. In January of 1930, he visited a friend in West Dallas and met Bonnie Parker. Thus the romance began.
Bonnie became aware of Clyde's past when the "laws" came looking for him and took him back to Denton, Texas about some stolen merchandise. When they could not make it stick, they transferred him to Waco where he confessed to a couple of burglaries and several car thefts. He couldn't cry his way out of this one. He was sentenced to two years on each count but the courts allowed the sentences to run concurrently.
As it turned out, his cell mate turned out to be William Turner. Bonnie, who visited Clyde every day, smuggled a Colt to Clyde and that night Clyde, Turner and another prisoner by the name of Emory Abernathy escaped.
Freedom was short lived. Clyde and Turner (Bonnie was not with them) were recaptured in Middletown, Ohio and Clyde got 14 years at the Texas State Penitentiary. the two constantly kept in touch by letter writing
But the 'laws' fooled around,
kept taking him down
and locking him up in a cell
'till he said to me
"I'll never be free
so I'll meet a few of them in Hell.
With the intervention of his mother, Clyde was pardoned from prison on February 2, 1932. Unfortunately, just prior to his release, he had another inmate chop off two of his toes on his left foot during a work detail in order for him to avoid working in the cotton fields. He left prison on crutches. Here Clyde made a halfhearted attempt at work in Massachusetts. That lasted all of two weeks. He returned to Bonnie and off they went -- in a stolen car.
The "laws" caught up with them, Clyde escaped and Bonnie ended up in the Kaufman, Texas jail for a couple of months. It was at this time that Bonnie wrote the poem "The Story of Suicide Sal."
Meanwhile, Clyde kept busy. He robbed the Sims Oil Company in Dallas and escaped. The turning point came on April 13 when the robbery of a jewelry store owned by John Bucher ended up with Bucher's death. Although Clyde claimed he was in the car at the time of the shooting, he and Raymond Hamilton, a childhood friend, were then known as the killers of John Bucher. Clyde's career had began in earnest. A series of gas station robberies followed and Clyde was identified as one of the perpetrators.
Bonnie was released from jail in June and joined Clyde. On August 5, while he was in Atoka, Oklahoma with Hamilton (it is unclear why Bonnie was not with them), they killed two policemen, C.G. Maxwell and Eugene Moore, who went to investigate them while they were drinking inside the car.
Several other thefts took place after this and also a couple of robberies which culminated in murder. Hamilton was apprehended during this time in Michigan, sent back to Dallas and given a mere 263 years.
Tne morning in Rustin, Louisiana, Bonnie and Clyde stole a car belonging to a Mr. Darby from a boarding house. He saw them. He asked Miss Sofia Stone if he could borrow her car to give chase. They did, but realized they could not keep up and turned their machine around. When they looked in the rear view mirror, they saw they were being pursued by their own stolen car. They were taken in Mr. Darby's own car as captives. As Miss Stone tells it, a gun was kept in her side all the time by Bonnie and she was told that if they weren't so likable they would have been killed. Bonnie laughed when she asked Mr. Darby his profession and found out it was an undertaker. She said maybe someday he would be working on her. As it turned out, Bonnie couldn't have been closer to the truth. They were let go. But Mr. Darby would see Bonnie one more time
W.D. Jones, a petty thief, was Bonnie and Clyde's newest member on their road to nowhere. Malcom Davis was the next police officer to lose the draw to Clyde's deadly aim.
Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang.
I'm sure you have all read
how they rob and steal
and those who squeal
are usually found dying or dead.
In March of 1933, Marvin (Buck) Barrow was released from the Texas Penitentiary after serving a short term for burglary and, with his second wife Blanch, joined his brother, Bonnie and W.D. Jones in Joplin, Missouri. The five set up house in a garage apartment and stayed there until April when the police, thinking they had found a gang of illegal gin brewers, closed in. In the ensuing gun battle, Clyde was shot as was Jones but two more officers bit the dust.
In the apartment, officers found Buck's pardon and a guitar. A newspaperman found some undeveloped film. When developed, one of the shots was Bonnie holding a shotgun on Clyde and the most famous -- Bonnie -- smoking a cigar. In actuality, she had borrowed the cigar from Jones. Bonnie smoked Lucky Strikes. But the myth was created. She was now known as the cigar smoking moll of the Barrow gang. It was a moniker that Bonnie hated.
If they try to act like citizens
and rent them a nice little flat
about the third night,
they're invited to fight
by a sun-gun's rat-tat-tat.
By now, it was all downhill. Near Wellington, Texas, their stolen Ford plunged off a bridge under construction and Bonnie was pinned underneath. The machine caught fire. Rescued by some farmers, who saw the arsenal of weapons in the car, one ran off to call police. One of the women neighbors who came to help was shot by a nervous W.D. Jones. He blew her hand off. When two policemen came to investigate, the Barrow gang overpowered them. Along with Bonnie, they were loaded into the car and later released. Bonnie's leg would never be the same.
Their next place of residence was the Red Crown Tourist Camp in Platte City, Missouri. They rented a double cabin with a garage in between. The police paid them another visit. In this gun battle Buck was hit in the forehead. Blanche was hit in the eyes with flying glass. The gang put a set of sunglasses on her face. Once again, they escaped but were found three days later in a park in Dexter, Iowa on a tip from a waiter who informed police that a man had for the past few days ordered five meals and taken them into the woods. Clyde, in his haste to escape, ran his car into a stump and the police proceeded to riddle it with bullets. Buck was hit several more times -- in the hip and shoulder.
Clyde and Jones took Bonnie and escaped through a stream and proceeded through a cornfield to a farm. Holding the farmer and his son at bay, they took his car. Buck was captured and died from his wounds a few days later in a Perry, Iowa hospital. Blanche, probably the most innocent of all (she was constantly trying to reform Buck) was sent to the Missouri State Penitentiary.
The next few months were probably the worst ever for the two. W.D. Jones left them but was later captured in Texas. He claimed that towards the end he was kept captive by a pair of desperadoes for fear of squealing on them. He was scared to death after his capture. Rightly so -- he was only 17 years old.
Bonnie's leg became deformed for lack of good medical attention. In November, while trying to visit their parents, sheriff Smoot got wind of it, set up an ambush and with other law officers, blasted the car. Bonnie and Clyde, both hit in the legs, once again escaped. Clyde had more lives than a cat.
The road gets dimmer and dimmer;
Sometimes you can hardly see
but it's flight, man to man,
and do all you can,
for they know they can never be free.
In January, Clyde and Bonnie sprang Raymond Hamilton from the Eastham Prison Farm in Huntsville, Texas. Along with Hamilton was one Henry Methvin. Another police officer, Major Crowson, would not see the days end. Between January and March, several banks were robbed and were attributed to the Barrow gang. In March, Hamilton split from the gang for reasons that are uncertain. Now matter -- Hamilton would be later captured and sent to the electric chair in 1935 for the murder of the guard at Huntsville.
If a policeman is killed in Dallas
and they have no clue or guide;
If they just can't find a fiend
they just wipe their slate clean
and hang it on Bonnie and Clyde.
On Easter Sunday, 1934, on a side road off Highway 114 in Grapevine, Texas, Clyde and Methvin killed two police officers who thought they needed help. Five days later they kill police officer Cal Campbell and kidnap Chief Percy Boyd in Commerce, Oklahoma. They let Percy go but not before Bonnie asks him to tell the public she does not smoke cigars. Bonnie's priorities are a little distorted by now. They also have less than a month to live.
Now the law enforcement authorities start putting the pressure. They constantly harass Clyde and Bonnie's relatives and try to seek indictments on anyone who has tried to conceal or help the two. Lee Simmons, who at that time was head of the Texas Prison System, was enraged at the Huntsville break. He receives permission from Texas Governor Miriam Furguson to hire a special agent. That special agent was retired Texas Ranger Frank Hamer.
Hamer, working for a salary of $150 a month, took to Clyde's trail on February 10. He used a Ford V8 which he knew Clyde was partial to. He picked up their trail in Texarkana but always seemed to be a day late. While the chase was on, Clyde killed three more policemen.
A newsboy once said to his buddy:
I wish old Clyde would get jumped;
in these awful hard times
we'd make a few dimes
if five or six cops would get bumped.
Ivan Methvin, Henry's father, had in the past let Bonnie and Clyde use his place to hide. Now fearing for his son's life, made a deal with Lee Simmons. A full pardon for his son in Texas for information on the Barrow gang. Hamer was informed of a "post office" that was used by the Barrows. It was a large board which lay on the ground near a large stump of a pine tree. It was on a farm to Market Road several miles from Plain Dealing, Louisiana. The "post office" was used for communication among the Barrow gang and their friends and relatives. The scene was set.
At this time, Hamer picked up his old friend B.M. Gault. The other men who were in on the kill were Bob Alcorn, Ted Hinton, Henderson Jordan and Paul Oakley. At 1:30 a.m. they set up blinds with tree branches approximately 25 feet from the road on the east side so that they could look down on the road. They placed themselves approximately ten feet apart. Then they waited.
They waited for approximately seven hours when at about 9:10 a.m. they heard a machine approaching at a high rate of speed. It is unclear whether Hamer or Alcorn stepped into the road to challenge them. When the car stopped they were told to give up. They reached for their guns but never had a chance to use them. The posse opened fire with steel jacketed, high velocity bullets. The car leaped ahead and came to a halt in a ditch beside the road. The firing continued after the car came to a halt.
The officers, even after pumping 167 rounds into the car, approached the machine carefully. Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow couldn't have been any deader. Fifty rounds had smashed into their bodies. Some through the driver's door, through Clyde, through Bonnie and out the passenger door. The fingers on Bonnie's right hand had been shot away. Her left hand held a bloody pack of cigarettes. She died with her head slumped between her legs, a gun across her lap. Bonnie was 23 years old, Clyde 24. It looked as if Bonnie had just gotten a permanent wave.
Inside the car, Hamer found the following: 1 saxophone, 3 Browning automatic rifles, 1 10 gauge Winchester lever action, sawed-off shotgun, 1 20 gauge sawed-off shotgun, 1 Colt 32 caliber automatic, 1 Colt 45 caliber revolver, 7 Colt automatic pistols, and approximately 3,000 rounds of ammunition. They found license plates from Illinois, Iowa, Missouri, Texas, Indiana, Kansas, Ohio and Louisiana.
They don't think they're too smart or. desperate.
They know that the 'laws' always wins;
They've been shot at before,
but they do not ignore
that death is the wages of sin.
The car was towed with the bodies in it to Arcadia, Louisiana. The crowds were already waiting.
Their bodies were placed in the undertaker's parlor, which was the rear room of a furniture store. The crowds were uncontrolled to the point where the undertaker had to squirt embalming fluid on them to keep them back.
Clyde was buried in a West Dallas cemetery on May 25 next to his brother Buck. Thousands of thrill seekers were present, some snatching the flowers from his grave.
Bonnie's mother had refused to have Bonnie buried next to Clyde and so she was buried on May 27 at the West Dallas Fishtrap Cemetery.
Frank Hamer received thousands of letters of congratulations and was also honored on the floor of congress. Hamer died in 1955.
Henry Methvin received his pardon from Texas as promised -- but not from Oklahoma. He was arrested for murder, sentenced to death which was later commuted to life. He served 12 years, was released and run over by a train in 1948.
Twenty-three persons were brought to trial on charges of harboring Bonnie and Clyde.
Clyde's and Bonnie's families tried to gain ownership of the guns that they were found with because they realized their worth to collectors. They did not receive them
The gray V8 Ford was shown for years after that at State Fairs for 25 cents a look.
It is said that Bonnie never killed anyone. No matter how much it is debated, the truth will probably never be known. A modern-day Belle Starr, she apparently justified her criminal activities because she did not want to leave her man's side. She would stay with him no matter what -- even though it meant the death of nine police officers.
Even John Dillinger, who had less than a month to live himself, commented that Bonnie and Clyde gave bank robbing a bad name.
Some day they'll go down together.
They'll bury them side by side.
To few it'll be grief -
To the law a relief -
but it's death for Bonnie and Clyde.
Culled from http://www.historybuff.com/library/refbonnie.html by Paul Rosa.
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