Got this mail from a Pweeber. It’s hard not to laugh before feeling bad for the guy. I’ll leave the rest of you to encourage him. Please read… I had just set down my plate to eat lunch, when I …
Read More »ASK DEEVA: I Had Sex With a Man I Call My Brother…How Do I Live My Life Now?
Hello Deeva, I read your blog from Ghana. I did something a while ago that has been eating me up and I just wanted to get it off my chest by writing to you. I’m in my mid-thirties and recently got divorced …
Read More »I Wish I Could Talk To Whitney…To Send Bobbi Kristina Back
February 11, 2012 was just like any ordinary day for me. I picked up the remote control to my cable TV and settled down on my sofa to flip through the channels. Then I saw the news, and it seemed …
Read More »The Penis Talk: Where Should A Christian Woman Draw The Line?
Can I just say something before we move on to the main topic? A few people have expressed some misgivings about my posts which bother on sex and the sexual anatomy so to speak. Most Christians believe sex-talks should be kept …
Read More »QUARANTINED: My Escape From An Ebola Enclave – Part 12
DEEVA’S NOTE: Hello, darling Pweebers. Sorry I didn’t post Quarantined last Wednesday. To make up for it, I’m giving you a much longer read this week. I hope you enjoy it. Please read… The Story Maye had been seeing Kevin …
Read More »QUARANTINED | My Escape From An Ebola Enclave – Part 11
My mind drifted back to Njideka again. Was a temporary life of glamour more important than a lifetime of true love and happiness? If she had the opportunity to choose between happiness from true love and happiness from glamour, would …
Read More »Happy New Month!! What To Do In NOVEMBER
Wow, how time flies! I can vividly remember January, 2014 and here we are in November. November is the month of harvest and thanksgiving and we sure do have a lot to be thankful for. With all the tragedies that …
Read More »QUARANTINED | My Escape From An Ebola Enclave – Part 10
“So are you going to eat the grapes or not?” he asked me knowing exactly what I was going to say next. “You know I’m stuffed my love, but after you.” He looked into my eyes for a brief moment. …
Read More »QUARANTINED | My Escape From An Ebola Enclave – Part 9
Ime and I were meeting today. We had both decided to close from work a few hours early so we could catch a late lunch together. True to the romantic type my boyfriend was, he told me not to bother, …
Read More »QUARANTINED | My Escape From An Ebola Enclave – Part 8
There was no mention in all of the gossip blogs about the particular Aristo, JiJi had spent the night with. What I still wondered about till this day was whether Honest Tafia had actually arrived before or just after Femai …
Read More »QUARANTINED |My Escape From An Ebola Enclave – Part 7
I remember the morning that JiJi woke up to the sad news. I had been sitting by her bedside for more than two nights, watching her almost lifeless body. I was parting the window blinds on the morning of the …
Read More »QUARANTINED: My Escape From An Ebola Enclave – Part 6
As we stepped out of the mall, our eyes roamed to see where Ishaku, Dave’s driver had parked the car. As Ishaku backed out of the parking lot, an excited Nessa couldn’t wait to open her shopping bags. Like an …
Read More »QUARANTINED | My Escape From An Ebola Enclave – Part 5
This logic sounded very appealing to Njideka. She saw no reason for advertising her family’s poverty on campus, while other girls were flaunting expensive cellphones, designer wardrobes and vacations to exotic places. Being a university student opened her eyes to …
Read More »QUARANTINED | My Escape From An Ebola Enclave – Part 4
Njideka, my third sister was the prettiest of us all. She was a light-skinned; hour glass figured young lady of average height. She had a natural shoulder-length kinky hair that cascaded on her glistening fair skin. Her eyes always sparkled …
Read More »Yay! Peace Ben Williams Blog is 2 Years Old Today…How It All Began
I can’t believe Peace Ben Williams Blog is two years old, today…it feels like I’ve been blogging forever. It feels so good to see how much God has enabled me to achieve in so short a time. I actually had …
Read More »QUARANTINED | My Escape From An Ebola Enclave – Part 3
One day, my second sister, Paulina paid Ngozi a visit. As she sat in the living room and made herself comfortable, she perceived the sweet aroma of melon soup wafting from the kitchen into her nostrils. “Ngozi, I must eat …
Read More »QUARANTINED | My Escape From An Ebola Enclave – Part 2
There was this small hair salon close to the street we lived in. It was owned by Mama Faith and she had foreign hair magazines for clients to choose a variety of hairstyles from. Ness and I would go there …
Read More »QUARANTINED | My Escape From An Ebola Enclave – Part 1
“Do you like these leggings?” My sister excitedly flashed a pair of yellow maternity leggings at me. “Hmmm…Nessa, why would you choose yellow out of all the finer colours on display here?” I teased. “But yellow is my favourite colour! …
Read More »Former Nigerian President, Ibrahim Babangida Is 73 Today…Why I Once Hated Him
As a young girl, I totally hated General Ibrahim Badamosi Babangida (Rtd). The year was 1987 and I was a 13-year-old in junior secondary school. IBB was president and he had just introduced the Structural Adjustment Programme (SAP). I wasn’t …
Read More »#WisdomWednesday| DEEVA PROSE: Who Is A ‘Gywee’?
Have you noticed people are becoming more and more creative with words? Beyonce Knowles created the word ‘bootylicious’; a word that has come to define a woman who is voluptuously beautiful and sexy. Kimora Lee Simmons coined the word ‘fabulousity’ …
Read More »#WisdomWednesday|DEEVA PROSE: “The Most High” [PART 2]
Talking about blasphemy, I want to elaborate on that post I once read from a twitter handle infamous for posting very rude tweets. The post which said: “My son told me one night to read him a fairytale for a …
Read More »#WisdomWednesday|DEEVA PROSE: “The Most High” [PART 1]
A good friend of mine stumbled upon a post on Facebook. It got her so furious that she couldn’t sleep that night. She felt she hadn’t proven her love for the Almighty enough because she didn’t comment on the post. …
Read More »#WisdomWednesday|DEEVA PROSE: It Takes Two Part 2 – The Female Culprit
I once met a woman who made all the escapades of our men folk seem like child’s play. Gina is truly every husband’s worst nightmare. According to her, she was nineteen when she met her husband who was thirty four. …
Read More »#WisdomWednesday|DEEVA PROSE: It Takes Two Part 1-The Male Culprit
I read in a newspaper, about a couple’s dinner organized by a Christian women’s fellowship. It was an event that was put together to create an ambience for marital counselling. There was a choir made up of these wives who …
Read More »#WisdomWednesdays|DEEVA PROSE: Who Sets The World’s Beauty Standards?
In 2009, I had a friend come visit. It so happened that she met two of my daughters, Nadine and Chavonne playing the game of ‘pretend .’ On this day, they pretended to be contestants in a beauty pageant. So …
Read More »DEEVA PROSE: The Funny Side Of The Bed
Usually, when you start your day feeling irritably angry at everyone and everything, people will ask if you woke up from the wrong side of the bed. On this day, I think I must have woken from the funny side …
Read More »DEEVA PROSE: I Have No Magic Wand
Sometimes I wish I had a magic wand. I feel so sad when I see all the injustice going on in the world. I hear them on the radio, I watch them on TV. I see them in my workplace …
Read More »DEEVA PROSE: The Old Woman Who Lived In A Shoe
“There was an old woman who lived in a shoe. She had so many children; she didn’t know what to do. She made them some broth without any bread, And whipped them all soundly and sent them to bed.” Do …
Read More »Memo To My Haters…Read And Weep!!
Dear hater or whatever your name is, Usually I don’t dignify you all with an answer but one of you in PBWB Haters Inc. did the most stupid and cowardly thing when he/she chose to post a hate comment using my …
Read More »Broken Bridge of Memories 3: The African Cinderella…Elizabeth’s Story
Eight year old Elizabeth was used to seeing women come and go in her father’s life. She was the fourth child. Her three older brothers had been borne to her father by three different women, her mother being the fourth. …
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