It's May 22nd

The title of this post may have you thinking, "Yeah, so what?"  Well, last year, I blogged about having spotted a billboard that said Jesus Christ would be returning on May 21st 2011. Today is May 22nd 2011.  Curious about what those people (the sponsors) may have to say now in defense of their failed thesis, I visited their website wecanknow.com and well --- they have nothing to say.

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Update!

Hey folks!!

Here's the thing. Remember that time I said you should grant me one weekend to move my blog? Ehen. Well, I did use that one weekend to move my blog. However, apparently, moving my blog had more collateral damage than I initially anticipated. 

First of all, most people still think I'm in the process of moving my blog because their blog roll has not told them that I've been updating. I am hurt! 

Secondly, I lost my blogroll :-(

Thirdly, if you were subscribed to my  blog - through RSS or e-mail, you've probably stopped receiving those posts in your e-mail, too.

It's all so dandy, isn't it?

Well, here's the solution:

Take me off your blog roll and add me again. Leave a comment on my new blog, so I can get your blog address again. Yes, it's still www.verastic.com [the one you're reading right now is dot blogspot]. Resubscribe to my posts via RSS/e-mail.  And then, we'll all be happy.

P.S. Verastic's 5th anniversary is coming up ... and there's a giveaway. Come on! You gotta get with the program! Wouldn't want you to miss out. See you >>> www.verastic.com

Grant Me This One Weekend, Please

I should have updated yesterday, but I didn't. Like I mentioned in my last post, the verastic dot com that you see here today, you will soon see it no more. 

On that note, grant me this one weekend to work on this blog. So much to be done. I'm only e-moving. But it feels like I'm moving physical luggage from Point A to Point B. Everything is disorganized, and I don't know where to put what. Grant me this weekend to work on this blog. I could update and give you a shabby post, but you deserve much more. Just this weekend, please.

And I will be back by Monday by God's grace. If you come here and it says the site does not exist or something like that, fear not. It will be back on. And I hope you'll like what you see.

Have a great weekend.

If you miss me, you know where you can always find me: Facebook and Twitter.

Verastic 2.0

Very, very soon,

I mean, really soon,

The verastic dot com that you see today, you will see it no more. It'll be gone forever, and be replaced with a brand new Verastic dot com 2.0. I'm moving to WordPress.  It's hard to admit, but I have outgrown Blogger. So on WordPress, I'll blog more often, reveal myself more often, get to know you better, and hopefully ... well, I won't tell you about my plans to extort a 2012 Range Rover Sport from each of you.

But before I move, keep these dates in mind, please:

January 14th: This is the most important {Repeat: MOST IMPORTANT} date in the Verastic history. Thia was the day - 21 years ago - when yours truly was born. [Insert: Pinocchio nose]. It's coming up --- again. And in my usual kind spirit, I'm letting myself receive gifts from you generous folks. You may visit my wish list for ideas. And no, I do not wish to discuss the fact that I have turned 21 more than once.

January 26th: Verastically Livin' Blog will be five years old.  Five! Of course, we won't be celebrating it by just saying "Yay, happy birthday." This year, I did a giveaway. It was a book - Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie's book, "The Thing Around Your Neck." Next year, however, well ... stay tuned for the giveaway. But know this, it'll be bigger and better, and you don't want to miss it.

February 14th: Don't panic. I'm not requiring that you go to Jared and buy a pair of diamond studs - although, that would be nice. A girl never tires of receiving these things. Oh, wait. I've never received a pair of diamond studs. Well, a girl never tires of wanting to receive one.  But most importantly, Show Me Your Love will be right on! And this time, it will be even better! Where are my hot, sexy couples? I need those pictures. More details coming up soon.

P.S. The new verastic {AKA Verastic 2.0} will have more features. Prepare to be prepared  to be prepared to be dazzled.

P.P.S. In case you have not noticed, today is the 14th of December .... exactly one month to my birthday. Woot, woot!!! Where's the surprise party??

P.P.P.S. I need to contact my church. They still haven't put my birthday under the website's "Upcoming Events" column. My birthday is an event, darn it!

P.P.P.P.S Don't even get me started on the US Government, their refusal to make January 14th a national public holiday. I mean, come on! 

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Tomorrow On Moments With Mo: Magun

Funny enough, I had never heard of the word magun until I moved to the United States. It was when I moved here that I knew there was such a thing - whether myth or reality. When I hear stories of people being so consumed with a type of love that is so close to hate (and/or frustration), so much that they get off the deep end and do something crazy like kill the object of their anger/obsession and then kill themselves, I wonder if they are crazy. And then, on second thoughts, I begin to rationalize their action(s), saying that perhaps, they were pushed to (or beyond) their limits. But what's the difference between  using magun on and killing your partner?

When you love a person to the point of destroying him/her when he/she messes up, is that still love? When you place an embargo on a person's private part, promising death or perpetual uselessness to whoever dares to climb this person, do you still convince yourself that it is love? I have never met a person who did/does magun. If I have, I am not aware of it. I have never met a person who is a victim of magun either. But on tomorrow's show with Mo, a woman boldly steps out, saying that she was a victim of magun.

Mo discusses Magun with a guest

Chief Olufisayo, a Traditionalist, discusses Magun with Mo

Join Mo as she discusses obsessions in love relationships and explores the myths and realities of magun. If you have ever been (or are currently now) in love or uncontrollably obsessed with a fellow human being, then you shouldn't miss this show. That said, I understand that if you're uncontrollably obsessed with a fellow human being, you may not want even know you're that you're uncontrollably obsessed. On that note, just watch the show. Sure, you're not obsessed.

Watch this episode of Moments With Mo tomorrow, Tuesday, December 14th 2010 on Mnet West Africa at 9:30pm.  If you miss it tomorrow, you can watch a repeat episode on Wednesday, December 15th 2010 at 2:00pm, and on Saturday, December 18th 2010 (all on Mnet West Africa).  Happy viewing 

J

    

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Those People Are Evil

Those people, they're evil. I mean Macy's. They're so evil.

They keep sending sales booklets here, and each one is a special sale. Sometimes, they even have the nerve to call it a secret sale, urging me to hurry and come buy up before everyone else does. And I wonder, how can it be secret if you've sent this thing out to thousands, maybe millions, of people?

I was there on Monday evening for the friends and family sale - whatever that might mean. I don't know what friend means to them. And I don't know of any family member who works there. Still, they were able to lure me. I ended up buying three pairs of jeans. Sure, they fit snuggly on me, like lotion on my skin, just the way I like them. And sure, I needed those jeans. But at what cost? 

When I left the store, I thought to myself, well, at least I got them on sale. Who knows when next they'll go on sale, those jeans. And then, on Wednesday, I received another sales booklet. This time, they're calling it a WOW! PASS. Come the heck on, man! How's a girl supposed to do anything else with all these sales? I've had to invoke the precious name of my Lord, Jesus, begged Him to help me resist the temptation of shopping. I can't fight this by myself, Lord. I just can't do it! So far, it doesn't look like Jesus is listening. Can't really blame Him. There's a war in Iraq. And in Afghanistan. And one may be brewing between North Korea and South Korea. Plus, millions are dying of hunger. My inability to stop craving new clothes probably isn't on His Urgent list. 


But as if that was not bad enough, I got even more sales booklets on Thursday. They're having more sales on jewelry, watches, perfumes, clothes, perfumes, shoes, and much more. It's been less than a week since I bought three pairs of jeans with my exclusive friends and family coupon, and now, I have three more sales booklets screaming my name. Maybe if I pretend that I can't see or hear them, they'll stop luring me.

And then, I began to wonder how nice it would be if someone - but who? - would be so kind as to bless me with a Macy's gift card. Oh, I'd love you forever. $2000 (or more) on a Macy's gift card. I don't want cash. My conscience would never let me blow $2000 cash on shopping for clothes and accessories, but if it's already on a gift card, then, I have no choice, do I?

There were warm coats, dazzling pieces of jewelries, hip-hugging skirts, show-stopping jeans, attention-grabbing tops, boss-lady bags ... you get the idea. And I wanted them all. I craved them. Desired them. Coveted them. Needed them. Touched them. Felt them. And in my mind, I owned them. Then I loathed Macy's for making me do them.

I still want the gift card. I'll love you forever and eternity, if you give me one. Just one.

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Contrary To Popular Belief

Crying babies are actually not cute. Maybe they're cute to their parents - especially their mothers, but they're not cute to me. No, I do not want to hear your crying baby while I'm talking with you on the phone. No, I don't want you to put your crying baby on the phone to say hello to Aunty. No, I don't want to be disrupted by your crying baby while I'm listening to the sermon. No, I don't want to sing a lullaby to him/her/it while Desperate Housewives is on. And heck no, I don't want your crying toddler to come and attempt to take the microphone from me while I'm MCing an event. One more crying-baby incident, and someone's baby will be getting kicked out of the window. Yeah, gasp all you want.

I don't have babies - can you tell? - but there's one thing I do know for a fact. Spanking a crying baby will do anything but stop that baby from crying. He/she/it will cry more. He/she/it will wail. That said, when your baby starts crying - say in the middle of a church sermon - the reasonable thing to do will be to stand up and take the crying baby out. If you feel like he/she/it deserves a spanking, then, please, move further away from the entrance/exit to the church and spank away. Do NOT, however, remain seated, turn the baby on his/her/its belly and deliver five consecutive hot smacks to his/her/its bum. This will provoke the baby and endanger your life. Church folks don't play!

Babies have a way of knowing the right time to not cry. And that is exactly when they start crying. One cannot blame them. It's innate to cry.  But their parents - especially their mothers - I'm not quite sure how to approach their insensitivity to us civilians. Yes, I called the rest of us civilians. If you're not the mother of the child, you just become casualty, like an innocent pedestrian standing on the corner of the street, waiting for that hand that signals you shouldn't walk to turn to WALK, only for you to be knocked down by a drunk driver. Should you not sit next to a baby, or should you not have come to church? I keep using church because that is where it bites me most.

And my people - God bless my Nigerian people - they are awfully good at spanking crying babies and then ignoring them when they cry. Sometimes, the mothers even smile at their wailing babies and then smile at your stone-hard face, as if to ask, "Aww. Look at him. Isn't he/she/it so adorable? The way he/she/it just wails and disrupts everyone and everything, isn't it simply breathtaking?"  Sometimes I swear those babies are possessed because somehow, they know how to cry just when the sermon gets good. Or maybe it's the mothers that are possessed. They know how to not hear their babies crying. It's amazing how deaf these mothers become to their babies' cries.

Don't get me started on ringing cell phones. Let me offer one word of advice. When in a place where your phone is not supposed to ring (Example: church, of course), and it rings, the first thing you should do is stop it from ringing. This can be done by pressing the side button or ignoring the call. Now, pay attention because this next thing you should do is very, very important: you should stop your phone from ringing a second time. This can be interpreted as (a) Put your phone on vibrate or (b) Put your phone on silent or (c) Turn your phone completely off. This may come as a shock to you, but when you ignore the caller the first time, the caller is likely to call again.

Have you ever been in church and witnessed a scene where a woman's phone rings, then she searches her deep tote frantically for the ringing gadget while it belches out a tune like, Lori le (or Mr. Endowed when it's a man's phone ringing)? She finally finds the phone, presses the side (or ignores the call) and throws the phone right back into the belly of her tote. Two minutes later, Lori Le is screaming again, and this woman is searching her tote. Again. You'd think she would have at least put the phone in her tote's side pocket.

And then, of course, the church's projector screens and televisions immediately light up with words like "PLEASE TURN YOUR CELL PHONES OFF," and while the words are still scrolling, three more cell phones start ringing simultaneously. This time, it's three different songs: Kiss Your Hand, I'll Make Love To You, and What You Bitches Want From Me?  The Pastor just shakes his head and ask, "God, where have I gone wrong with these people?"

But I did promise that I won't talk about cell phones. This post is about crying babies. And the mothers (parents) who won't shut them the heck up and let me have my solitude. One more disruption, and someone's baby is getting kicked the heck out. You may gasp again.

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You Know That Cute Little Beep?

The one that goes off after my phone has rung and rung and a strange familiar voice has come up and said, "Please leave your message for four-four-three-nine-three-four-nine-three-zero-nine. Record your message after the tone..." A few more words, and then .... beep? Yes, that beep.

Well, here's a funny story about that beep. Apparently, it works. You see, when you call me and that voice picks up - instead of me - and instructs that you leave me a message after the beep, it may surprise you to know that that message actually comes to me. Ah, yes, at my quiet moment, I delight in pinning my earpiece into my innerear and hearing you loud and clear as if you're inside my head. No, really, I do.

But this can only happen when you actually leave me a message. And this brings me to my point. What is it about my dear, lovely Nigerian folks (especially the ones that reside in Nigeria) that make them (you) not want to leave messages? They (you) would really rather call me over. And over. And over. And over. Until I pick up. Or until I flush my phone down the toilet. Or hit it against the wall. Or throw it at the maid. Well, I don't have a maid. But still.

I do not deliberately miss people's calls --- except those people's calls that I do deliberately miss. But when I have a missed call from an unfamiliar number, I want more than anything to know who it is before I call back - no matter the caller's geographical location. So, please, dear caller(s), next time you call me and I don't pick up, leave me a message. Recite a poem, if you wish. Sing if you wanna. But leave a message that lets me know that a human being was on the other end of the line when my phone rang rang, and that said human being intentionally called me.

And on that note, for my darlings who live in Nigeria, *Insert serious Nigerian accent* I dey take God beg una, no dey call me at 10am your time. We are currently six hours apart. That makes it 4am my time. Sure, I'd love to be serenaded with your voice, but I'm not quite a morning person --- especially that type of morning.

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Tomorrow On Moments With Mo: The Brotherhood

Prepare to be entertained, dazzled, and laugh your heart out as Mo gets up close and personal with the brotherhood - four extremely talented and successful ‘brothers’ who have distinguished themselves from the rest of the pack.

From R Kelly, international singing sensation and grammy award winning king of R & B, to Chris Aire, the Emperor of Ice himself and every girl’s best friend, to Wale Agbaje, international star actor, and our very own hilarious and simply amazing Julius Agwu,  the Brotherhood  promises to be worth your while.

December Summaries

For fun, excitement and high quality entertainment make it a date with the Brotherhood on Moments with Mo.

Watch this episode of Moments With Mo tomorrow, Tuesday, December 7th 2010 on Mnet West Africa at 9:30pm.  If you miss it tomorrow, you can watch a repeat episode on Wednesday, December 8th 2010 at 2:00pm, and on Saturday, December 11th 2010 (all on Mnet West Africa).  Happy viewing 

J

  

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Dear Boy/Girlfriend Stalker

Dear Boy/Girlfriend Stalker,

I hope this post meets you well. I know you have been busy tracking the e-whereabouts of your partner, exploring every new friend he/she made on Facebook, following everyone that's following him/her on Twitter, checking out the space of everyone who is on his/her MySpace page, and submitting his/her name to Google Alerts, so that you can literally be alerted every time his/her name appears on the world wide web. It's all been very time consuming, I'm sure.

It is for this reason that I bring you relief - yes, I know I'm nice. You see, there's a new thing out there. Let's call it a cell phone tracker. That really is what it is. For the very convenient and affordable monthly fee of 9.99 American dollars - that's 1,498.50 in Naira. With this service, you will finally be able to monitor your partner fully and get answers to those burning questions:

1.  Where exactly is he/she?

2.  Who is he/she with?

3.  What is he/she doing?

4.  Who is he/she doing?

5.  Who is calling him/her?

6.  Who is he/she calling?

7.  Who is texting him/her?

8.  Who is he/she texting?

9.  Does he/she scream the other person's name like he/she screams my name?

10.  Does he/she think I'm a deranged lunatic who should be committed to the Psychiatric ward?

I know what you're thinking: "Oh, no, I've not been asking that last question." Well, you don't have to be asking it. By the time you're done tracking his/her cell phone, he/she will definitely be answering that question for you.

I also know what you're now thinking: "Well, where's the link to the cell tracking company?"

And to that, I say: For a convenient and affordable one-time fee of $49.99, I'll tell you everything you need to know. Or you could just click the link and find out for yourself HERE.

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You Get A Car! You Get A Car!! You Get A Car!!!

Alright, I'm not on Oprah's level - yet, so I'm not quite ready to give away cars. Give me a few months - maybe weeks, and I'll be there :-)

What I do have, however, which in my opinion, is wayyyy better than a car, is a free Legend Couture tee. That's right. I said it's free. Absolutely positively FREE.  No gimmicks. No gobble-gobble. You want it? You've got it. There's just one tiny, little thing you have to do. Very tiny. Minute, really.

On Saturday, December 4th, the premiere of the Nollywood movie, Crazy In Love, will be going down --- right here in Beltsville, Maryland. Buy your ticket and get a free tee. That's it. But the tees are limited. There are five FREE tees available for five verastic buyers. I've seen these tees. They're awesome - inside and out.

Naija Legend Tee

Naija Love ... E No Easy

Sins Of The Father Tee

Here's how and where to purchase the tickets (and the details of the event):

Event: Saturday, December 4th 2010

              The Rendezvous Banquet Hall

              10207 Southard Drive

               Beltsville, MD

To Purchase, contact Ikenna:

E-mail: ikenna@ldcouture.com

More about Legend Couture

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Tomorrow On Moments With Mo: Who Is The New African?

I can tell you who the African - as I know him/her - is. But who is the New African? Better yet, what does it mean to be a New African? There is no doubt that times have changed. More and more, we [Africans] are losing our rights - and I use the word rights as a paradox - to be second class citizens, our rights to be unsuccessful, our rights to be passed by, and our rights to be looked down upon. Gone are the days, it seems, when we could say, "It's because I'm an African man/woman," or "If only I weren't African," or my favorite one, "It's because of the witches and wizards in Africa..."

Our fellow African citizens have reached mega stardom and acquired mega wealth and success ... all while being African - accents, funny names, and all. When a man whose father is Kenyan becomes the President of the most powerful country, it throws us for a loop. When a woman who has endured - in her words - "slave beatings" rises to the top of the media empire becomes a force that cannot even be attempted to be reckoned with, we begin to wonder. And her nose is just as African as ours. When Innocent '2Face' Idibia - baby momma drama and all - appears on an American TV station where he's being interviewed and almost every other word from his mouth is "Nothing dey happen" or "Yes ooo!" one has to stop and wonder. Or what about Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie and Chinua Achebe? 

Maybe there is indeed a New African.

Mo and Guests discussing the New African

Mo and Guests discussing the New African

This week on Moments With Mo, Mo attempts to answer these questions: Has the stereotypically negative image of Blacks and Africans around the world changed since Obama’s presidency? Has our image improved? Can we pay tribute to strong Blacks in order to counter the negative media images they usually put out about Africans? Does racism still exist? Who is the Black man today? How do we see ourselves and how does the rest of the world see us?


Watch this episode of Moments With Mo tomorrow, Tuesday, November 30th 2010 on Mnet West Africa at 9:30pm.  If you miss it tomorrow, you can watch a repeat episode on Wednesday, December 1st 2010 at 2:00pm, and on Saturday, December 4th 27th 2010 (all on Mnet West Africa).  Happy viewing 

J

  

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Thank God For God

It's Thanksgiving Day in America. As tradition demands, most families - American and otherwise - have spiced and stuffed their turkeys, waiting to bake them as soon as the day breaks. At least, after today, turkeys will stop running around being so nervous - until next year, that is.  But me, I'm not looking forward to the turkey, in spite of the 17-pound one that is currently sitting on the kitchen island. I don't eat turkey. However, this year, I'm especially taking part in the Thanksgiving celebration.

At the beginning of each year, you start off with new resolutions and a renewed sense of hope, hoping that this year will be the year. I did the same thing, too. But from January to October, things just dragged, and most things stayed the same or got worse. According to Folake Taylor in her book, "The Only Way Is Up," (and I'm paraphrasing, I believe), stagnancy in a human being is regression. On that note, I regressed.

Then God looked my way, winked, and said, "Alright child, you've had your hand up for a while. Here's some bread for you." Life got better in many ways, some more quantifiable than others. I don't know what to call it when you wake up each morning suddenly believing (not just thinking) that you will make it, that God is with you, and that things can only get better. It's like you've been injected with faith on steroids. That's how my November has been.

And I was confused about someone, telling myself, in spite of all the spiritual and mental nudges I got, that maybe this person wasn't so bad after all. And then, God said *insert Ebonics*  "Chile! I'ma give you one more sign, and after that, you on your own, gurl!" To which I said (also in Ebonics), "Oh! So that's what you was tryna tell me!" I think God said, "Duh!"

My confidence, creativity, go-getter spirit, and optimism have been turned back on. I never lost my creativity per se, but I lost my go-getter spirit. Some people did not even know that I had it. I was so down last month, not knowing where to go next, or if to even go. As always, I did a terrific job of masking it. But God, the All-Knowing, Omni-Present One, He saw right through me.

For my life, my parents' lives, my friends' lives, my present, my past, and my future, I thank God for God.

Happy Thanksgiving Day.

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Another One Bites The Dust ... Again???

With the rate of divorces going around, especially ones due to some form of infidelity, I need to come up with a more creative title for this post. I mean, what am I going to call the next divorce post? Another One Bites The Dust ... Again The Third Time??? Yeah, I'm just as puzzled as you are.

So cute. And yet so .... divorced.

Caption: And this, honey, is how I kiss my other woman.

Here's the 411: Tony Parker is a 28 year old athlete and Eva Longoria is a 35 year old actress.  They got married in July of 2007.  Prior to that, Eva was married to Tyler Christopher from 2002 to 2004. Eva filed for divorce from Tony on November 17th 2010. Tony, on the other hand, also filed from divorce from Eva on November 19th 2010. Eva filed for her divorce in California - due to irreconcilable differences (of course). And Tony filed for his divorce in Texas. The significance? Texas's divorce is quite short. It may be over in as little as 60 days. Eva is also seeking spousal support from her husband.


Oh, so why are they getting divorced? Eva says she found text messages on Tony's phone, about 100 text messages that were exchanged in the past month between him and Erin Barry. Who the heck is Erin Barry? Well, she is the wife of Brent Barry. And who is Brent Barry, you ask? He is Tony's teammate. Well, hot damn!


But that's not all. Brent and Erin Barry are also in the middle of divorce! Think Tony Parker has anything to do with it? Do I hear someone saying, "Err, duh!" Erin filed for divorce from her husband on October 29th. And here's the humorous part: her husband's lawyer is Richard Orsinger, the same lawyer who is representing Tony Parker. Something tells me that Richard Orsinger might soon be getting divorced from the two teammates.


Uhm, drama much??? At this point, I only have one question: what will Tony and Eva - especially Eva - do with the permanent tattoos they have? Eva has the word NINE tattooed on the back of her neck (Tony's jersey number). And they both have tattoos of their wedding date in Roman Numerals tattooed on their wrists. Oh, and Eva has the letters T.P. (stands for Tony Parker) tattooed somewhere on her body where no one else (apart from her and Tony) can see it.

Eva's NINE tattoo

Oh, how the mighily-tattoed have fallen!

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Tomorrow On Moments With Mo: Laws Of Courtship

My, my, my!

What I would give to know this! If I were not so petrified about being a victim of my own laws, I would suggest that everyone be mandated to pay a substantial fine once they break a courtship law. I'll be smart enough to not subject myself to a law that I may not be able to keep in the long run.

If courtships do in fact have laws, then the majority of us must not be following them because we keep breaking hearts and getting our hearts broken. Not to mention, people keep cutting off their lovers' vital organs. Okay, maybe Lorena Bobbit was an isolated case. But still, you get my point.

Agatha Edo and a couple discussing courtship laws with Mo

Mo and a guest discussing courtship

This week on Moments With Mo, Mo explores the different perspectives of men and women in the matter of relationships. Everything in life is governed by a law, and apparently, even the dynamics between men and women is no exception to the rule. The laws of courtship are laid out, the lines have been drawn, and it’s a battle of the sexes, as Mo takes courtship head on. From courtship rules, to the details that men and women want, to how relevant sex is in a relationship, this episode is a mix of all sorts.

This is definitely a must-watch if you’re single, searching, or waiting to tie the knot! 

Watch this episode of Moments With Mo tomorrow, Tuesday, November 23rd 2010 on Mnet West Africa at 9:30pm.  If you miss it tomorrow, you can watch a repeat episode on Wednesday, November 24th 2010 at 2:00pm, and on Saturday, November 27th 2010 (all on Mnet West Africa).  Happy viewing 

J

  

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And here's an update on The Debaters:

Say What?!

It was only a little while ago that I expressed my new love for ABC's nighttime show, Dancing With The Stars. I was even able to accurately predict the winner, although that was kind of an easy one.  A new season started and R & B singer, Brandy and Sarah Palin's offspring, Bristol were two out of the twelve celebrities featured. I'm sorry, let me take that back. Brandy was one of the twelve celebrities. Bristol ... well, other than being a teen mom and daughter to America's lamest female politician, I'm not quite sure what else she does. Oh, yea, she's a spokesperson type-thing for abstinence ... seeing as it worked so well for her. Can you tell I'm pissed?

For some of the contestants, you just knew that their day of elimination was fast approaching.  Seventy-six year old Florence Henderson (former star of The Brandy Bunch) was not a bad dancer. If we were in a competition, she'd probably most likely beat me, but we all knew she won't make it to the end. Michael Bolton, God bless his heart, is a great singer, but he obviously won't be retiring to dancing any time soon. And then there was Bristol. She, in my opinion, was there to make a nonverbal states: See, America! We are a fair and just people. We even have Palin's offspring on our show. Sure, we know she sucks at dancing, but this is to prove that even on Dancing With The Stars, all Americans are equal.

That's what I thought she was there to tell us. How, then, is it that Brandy was voted off yesterday ... and Bristol is still there? Bristol??? As in Bristol Palin? Come the heck on! As far as I'm concerned, there are only three ways that this mayhem could have happened:

1.  The Tea-Party people called in to support the daughter of their leader.

2.  The votes were rigged.

3.  The votes were really rigged.

Brandi and partner, Maksim Chmerkovskiy

Bristol Palin and partner, Mark Ballas

I don't know what is going on with Dancing Wtih The Stars, but this is some messed up thing they did because I know that they know that Bristol is not, has never been, isn't now, and will never be a better dancer than Brandy.  These people might just mess up and make Bristol the winner! The chic should have been eliminated three episodes ago! Meanwhile, here's Brandy and her [HOT] dance partner, Maksim Chmerkovskiy at an interview with Jimmy Kimmel.

*** All pictures gotten from ABC.COM

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