THE FACEBOOK LOVE STORY

Facebook helps you connect….. Why could she?… finish reading that welcome message? She was finally here; she simply wanted to be a part of the most popular topic in class. She just wanted to sign up for Facebook. What she never pictured was she didn’t actually sign up for Facebook, she had signed up for an escapade she would never ever live to forget, but that was 5 years ago.

Upload a profile picture. She was so ready for this step for she had already taken a photo we now call a selfie-thanks to her 3.2 mega pixels Nokia 8900. So that’s how Facebook added a new user, Jennifer ‘Cute Girl’ Phiri.

At least 5 friend requests daily every week make her feel so excited, the excitement is unbearable. Yes, Guys are always after her in real time, but this online attention is so special, it is so tempting. She feels like the only girl sought after in the world. “Hello Beautiful”, “Hi my love”, “Hey I just wanted to say you have a beautiful profile photo” and then came the freaks, “Hey sexy, I want to……hmm the comments and likes on her photos. At first most of the guys could get replies to their messages, but now there are just too many to reply to and oh freaks got no replies by the way.

After two months, Maxwell Hernandez was the only guy that came close to her expectations. Ever since he acquired her line, he had incessantly called her ‘appropriately’. She viewed him as a sweet guy, he only knew how he really viewed her. According to Max, he had just graduated from university and was working for a construction firm as a managing supervisor. In her last grade, Jennifer had scored a hat trick.

Now all that left was their official meeting and the D-day did come. Max was working in her town for the weekend and as a ‘gentleman’ could afford some time off with her. She shyly agreed, but remained overpowered by arousal and anxiety. She thought about the steamy episodes they had on phone, the texting. What if he was a murderer? Well then, he must be a special one, one who sparks her emotions to life, her longings, cravings and desires (of every kind-all at once) into existence. Would she be willing to do it for the first time if all got out of hand? What if this, what if that? These questions were literally rhetorical in her mind’s play-field and she was well aware of that, but like Katy Perry, it’s no big deal, it’s no big deal, Max was finally here. It’s like she had known him forever.

Max did no discredit to Jennifer at all, he actually looked better and attractive than the man he was in the photos they shared. She concealed her excitement, well at least for now. She didn’t want to get sold out, because Max on the other hand seemed ready to buy, and buy heavily he would. He was quite the gentleman though. Usually, in a maintained status quo, the first thing most guys want to do is embrace the girl, but Max, Max on the other hand, kissed her hand softly like he had met a princess.

“I’m Max, it is an honour to finally meet such a beauty”, he said slowly in such a composed and most romantic matter while stretching from the bow.
He was so tall and well built. She now hoped he could hug her next, but this was Max,a guy whose actions spoke for his being different from every other guy. Jennifer just couldn’t believe how lucky she was. She felt lucky before he even asked her out. <— That is such a statement to draw a concrete inference from, on its own.

Max made her day simple, but so outstanding in so many ways. They conversed endlessly and he asked so many questions about her. You could see he wanted to know so much more about this girl. He was into her. After 4 hours, there was no difference between a minute and an hour. It was soon time to part and Jennifer was astonished to note there was no kiss planted on her lips, but her forehead. Later that night on the phone, he told her he respected her so much and would like to kiss her at the very right time. According to him, she was so honourable. At this point, Jennifer knew that he was the one, but she had still met him on Facebook. What did it matter anyway? Thanks Mark Zuckerberg?

Jennifer was always happy. She couldn’t let her friends know yet. She had no time for judgements, but she could take envy, admiration and jealousy anytime without giving half a damn. No one, but Max knew the answer to why her grades had improved. His appeal and charm wasn’t the only influence he had on her, he made it clear that her education and not he should be first at that point.

We could call them three months of acquaintanceship, Jennifer would call it three months in utopia. Last month on her birthday, Max could have had bought her any gift in the world, but because theirs was a clandestine relationship, a small gift was appropriate. On that day, she had also given to him her womanly prized possession. After giving it such a deep thought, she decided it was best she let Max deflower her.

Another meeting was scheduled during her second term holiday, less than a month after her birthday. She told her mum she was going out with her friends for a picnic and would be back later in the afternoon, but God knew Max had arranged to take her out of town. She found him waiting at their spot standing with his back against his BMW (i don’t know what version it was, but it was fancy) , one hand in the pocket, flowers in the other. If her dreams had never come true, her favourite romantic movie had.

“Ready for the road trip?” he asked with a smile.

“Always ready for any road trip that you’re the driver”, she smiled back to expose firstly her nice white teeth and the two neat holes God placed on both her cheeks.

“Come on then, let’s roll, let me drive you crazy”

Both laughed.

They sang along to speeding as Max did 200KMs per hour. Every other road user looked amazed as two lively souls sang on top of their voices like they were from a world outside. All was going well, all was as smooth as it could be. No one saw it coming, how would they, they were embedded in the moment. A truck was headed in their direction. It gradually approached them innocently as they did, but both at their best speed. No one could have imagined this, but a few meters away from them, this Volvo truck lost control. It left its lane and was about to hit the BMW, but Max quickly swerved away. At this point he was a hero, but he just avoided one obstacle only to hit into another on the other side. He hit right into the truck’s trailer which also seemed to hit into them.

Hours later, Jennifer woke up with blurred sight. She couldn’t recall what happened. With immense effort, she realised she was in a hospital. Her mother was looking over her. What in her world was happening? Shocked or confused couldn’t describe how she felt. She was about to switch off realty when she remembered Max.

“Max, Max, Maxwell” she screamed. The doctor on the other hand was familiar with this episode and came over to give her a sedative. After 3 weeks she came to swallow the hard truth that Max had died in the car crush. She couldn’t believe it. She felt so weak and nauseated and puke she did. How would something so beautiful suddenly turn into a nightmare? She could keep passing out, but denial is what kept her on. She never imagined this to be happening. In her mind, Max was immortal, he was there to complete her life,he was her partner. He was the love of her life. It isn’t how long you have been with someone that makes it real, it is the moments and the actions of love they extend to you. Max was one person who had showed her what love was in such a short time. He had never manipulated her as his position often demands in most men. He was older and more experienced than her, but never used this to his advantage. He was her brother, her best friend, her guide, her mentor, her boyfriend, but Max was now gone, He was dead. 😦 You don’t know what pain is.

Her parents couldn’t find the time to be mad at her, when they learnt that her non terminating puking was because she was almost two months pregnant. Jenifer’s father to her child had died. She couldn’t go back to school. She had so much to handle. She forgot a thing like Facebook ever existed. It was no longer her daily routine. Her mind always read, Maxwell and ‘their’ unborn baby. Who would take care of her unborn baby? How would she explain to her parents how she met Max? How would her friends ever believe her? She would one day have to explain to her child were the Father was. Would she have the strength? All these questions would have to be answered one day.

TO BE CONTINUED, WELL MAYBE 😦

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Zambia Social Media Awards Nomination

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Hello bloggers and readers. It is my great pleasure to announce that this blog (aquilaspeaks) has had its first massive recognition. It has been nominated for Best Blog Overall and Best New blog.
Therefore the excitement aroused in me is overwhelming, but most of all, winning any of the awards will mean a lot to me. Fellow writers can agree with me that blogging is an arduous task that requires sacrifice and commitment.
I hereby request anyone reading this to please vote for me in the two categories of nomination. Click below for the Voting form link.
Voting Form
Instructions

1) Note that you can vote as many times as possible. Remember the more you vote, the more we win these awards.
2) select aquilaspeaks.wordpress.com. you will find it in the best blog overall category and the best new blog category. So you are voting twice at once.
3)keep sharing this post and spread the word. Feel free to contact me if you want to be part of #TeamAquila you can tweet me Here to request my pin.
4)always remember number 1
Thanks again 🙂

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65 years, Behold a Zambian Mosque

Two weeks ago or so, I visited one of Zambia’s oldest mosques. This mosque was built in 1949. That’s really before Zambia’s independence that occurred later in 1964. The Nchanga Mosque is situated in Chingola, Zambia.

I am thankful to the Zambia Daily mail who actually published the article I wrote, on their website, so feel free to see it here > Forgotten Pre-independence religious establishment
The visit was successful and the people there were pleased with the idea that they even allowed me to even take photos of the building. Their main hope is that my article can reach the right eyes, possibly Saudi Arabia so that they could receive aid to re-build a new mosque. The building is in such bad shape at the moment.
Thanks to Kaisi Yusuf and Hassan Mana who came over to answer some of my questions and gave me a brief historic background of the relic. Below are some of the Photos I was able to take

Me, talking to Kaisi Yusuf

Me, talking to Kaisi Yusuf

The main entrance into the mosque. The sub picture shows the right side of it.

The main entrance into the mosque. The sub picture shows the right side of it.

the front

the front

Minbar (altar) where someone stands to preach to people

Minbar (altar) where someone stand to preach to people

a cracked wall of the mosque poses a hazard to the people

a cracked wall of the mosque poses a hazard to the people

Minaret (tower). These steps lead you up the minaret, but are again in a bad condition.

Minaret (tower). These steps lead you up the minaret, but are again in a bad condition.

Back side of the mosque

Back side of the mosque

Left side of mosque

Left side of mosque

This column of pipes allows people to wash, since they don't have a swimming pool

This column of pipes allows people to wash, since they don’t have a swimming pool

The Roofing inside

The Roofing inside

The Mosque Hall. This is where worship is carried out.

The Mosque Hall. This is where worship is carried out.

SEX TAPES: IS FILMING YOUR ACT OKAY?

Still a shoking and controversial topic in Zambia

Still a shoking and controversial topic in Zambia

I have been at pains to express myself regarding this topic, but yet again I have managed to keep my cool until recently all my Twitter and Facebook feed have had a tweet or an update about Bobby East since this weekend. Well I don’t know how true this is that the recently leaked Zambian sex tape features Zambian rapper, Bobby East, but I am sure those interested enough as to have seen it can testify better. It is a shame though how some people are busy making reviews of it publicly.

So sex tapes yeah? Quite a sensitive topic on a critical platform which is our country, but given the fact that the existence of sex tapes in Zambia is no longer a western story, we can’t afford to be hypocritical and remain quiet. This is something we need to discuss. After so many events we have seen reported in the news, Zambia’s innocence is in doubt.

The main question here is why do couples have to film their coitus.

Last year my mate introduced me to a reality show most of you should be familiar with called Love and Hip-hop Atlanta. This was how come I came to know Stevie J’s baby mama, Mimi Faust. See I reserved so much respect for MIMI and hated Stevie for having cheated on her. However, a few months ago the Love and Hip-hop Facebook page reported about MIMI making a sex tape she was apparently proud of. I felt so disappointed given I held MIMI in high esteem. MIMI made the sex tape for money and fame. The other day I read she made US$ 100 000 off it.

I know $100 000 sounds like cool cash, but I believe that was the stupidest way to earn it. You see, MIMI is a mother of a little girl who will one day grow up to learn of what her mother did back then. I wonder what Mimi will have to say to the little girl if she herself makes one when she is only a teenager. Will she say “Eva, I am so disappointed in you”? No! Absolutely No.

Money on the other hand is not meant to last. If Vincent McMahon could lose $350 million at once, how much more $100K? In such a case, would it have been worth it for MIMI to undress for the Camera, which is the eye of the internet? I don’t know. I don’t want to judge MIMI. I am merely feeding you my opinion.

Most celebrity sex tapes have been inspired by Mrs Kim West and Paris Hilton who today enjoy millions of dollars and fame. There is hardly a week that IN TOUCH WEEKLY or the HUFFINGTON POST doesn’t post about Kim Kardashian.

Another girl that went to do a sex tape is the great Emmy award winning actor Lawrence Fishburne’s daughter, Montana. I can only imagine how much pain Mr Fishburne choked on when he received the news. I know parents tell their children they can be anything they want, but if you asked them, none would want to raise a pornstar.

You see Africa or Zambia specifically is influenced so much by the west and all this is evident in the way we talk, dress, walk and from the western examples I have cited, you can now imagine the roots of these tapes surfacing here. All this is possible, thanks to television and the internet.

But wake up my fellow Africans, this is not America. Today Kim Kardashian is married regardless of a sex tape history, but what man will be willing to take you as wife here and whose man’s family will accept you?

I want to believe that a couple filming their acts does it for themselves as the only viewing audience, but how it ends up to the public is a question of responsibility and trust. When one of the two is childish enough as to show other parties their filmed acts, the other will suffer the consequences, well both of them actually although it is always worse for the girl. However, it is still against the Zambian law to produce such material. If you are going to make such, you need to carefully guard it because you never know in whose hands it lands. Work on your privacy settings at least. Get me right though, I am not in support of such.

Personally, I would never film my act. I mean what’s the point. I don’t believe sex was meant to be filmed. Before the first camera more than two centuries ago, people enjoyed coitus all the same. It is not as if the pleasure will be enhanced once a camera is introduced.

The consequences you face once that tape leaks will outweigh any advantages you imagined of making that sex tape by 99:1. First of all, you will have to face the judging eyes and mouths of society because your self-esteem will be questioned – worse for an honourable being as a woman. Secondly, the law will have to play its part on you too. I can go on listing the consequences.

So my answer is NO, it is not okay to film your act. Your act should be between you two and in the confines of your bedroom. I think sex has lost its meaning today. It is a huge shame that pornography sites are even allowed to be hosted on the internet. What about the little ones, what about the coming generations? If this generation can be this perverted, I can only imagine the future.

So people let us be very careful with how we use our webcams, phone cameras, TV cameras and most of all, don’t make a sex tape. You may not agree with everything I have had to say, but hey we are all entitled to our opinion. I am sorry if you feel i said too much, 🙂 but I hope I will not have to write about such again in the hope that my message will be carried through. Zambia is a Christian nation, we can’t risk losing that. Who knows, maybe that’s why God grants us peace.

Thanks for reading and have a great week ahead and God bless Zambia.

MY PAST MONDAY

Chikabala and Eva give out a jersey to a pupil.

Chikabala and Eva give out a jersey to a pupil.

I know I took a break from blogging after having blogged for 5 days in a row two weeks ago. However, I decided to drop a blog post at a very unusual hour ( given my posts are mostly in the morning).
I hope you all did a constructive thing this week. Well I did, I was part of a donating project this week and it was awesome.
This Monday morning, my bro Bobat called me up asking me to get ready in an hour so he could pick me up. I got to meet his friend from Cyprus, Eva Smagacz. She is quite outgoing, it’s never a dull moment. She was representing Cyprus International University while Bobat, you can now call him Mr Chikabala Kaleta, represented Kaleta voluntary support. Chikabala Kaleta is the founder of Kaleta Voluntary Support and he had partnered with CIU to donate football jerseys that day.
Long Story cut short, we arrived at around 11 hours in Chambishi township. The head teacher received us warmly. Oh yeah the name of the school is Chambeshi High School.
After some discussions with the Head teacher we were off to see the students. Well that was after I had declined the offer to Speak. I wasn’t in my motivational speaker mode that morning.
We got to meet the students. Chikabala and Eva motivated the students who seemed so happy and excited.
Well that was it. Below are some photos I took while there and you should know that this is the first blog post I have typed from my phone :). Good evening

I should have known better than to dress casually :)

I should have known better than to dress casually 🙂

Eva motivates the pupils

Eva motivates the pupils

Chikabala rewards a deserving pupil

Chikabala rewards a deserving pupil

The pupils

The pupils

Lusungu Orphanage Donation

We had so much fun when we visited Lusungu orphanage in Chingola. The children there are cheerful, respectful and welcoming and I believe they all have a touching story to tell.

Here are some of the photos from the day we made a donation last month.

I will be able to share some more later.

You can see the full story here http://t.co/t0PtRXHrE7

Founder of Lusungu, Bishop Caddie Ngambi says a prayer

Founder of Lusungu, Bishop Caddie Ngambi says a prayer

Me and my friends handing over the clothes

Me and my friends handing over the clothes

Kanta learnt a new trick-Lifting the drum with his teeth :) can you beat that? I didn't even try lol

Kanta learnt a new trick-Lifting the drum with his teeth 🙂 can you beat that? I didn’t even try lol

THROWBACK THURSDAY

I like to think that if days of the week could speak, they would obviously want to voice out their amazement by the names we have attached to them, and then maybe we could have Instagram or twitter as our scapegoats.

While Monday has received so much hate from mostly students and many working folk, it will be pleased to note that it is the day that women have taken to express and reveal their crushes on men they find attractive. So Monday is actually called #MCM- Male Crush Monday as opposed to Wednesday which is called Woman Crush Wednesday. Well it’s totally up to Monday to decide if this #MCM is a cool nickname. Well if I was someone’s #MCM every week, I wouldn’t be bothered. *grins*

Now if you will please forgive my manners, 🙂 and allow let me to say good morning reader. Today is Thursday or Throwback Thursday. This is the day you dig into your past, get a photo, and share it with your friends. It could be your first birthday photo, to your prom, to your first time in college. It is all about going into the past.

Now it all depends on what kind of past moment you want to resurrect, that is why I believe #TBT comes with a certain level of complexity because it is very personal in most cases. You will agree with me that you have a whole lot of your photos that would make it to Throwback Thursday, but you decide not to share them.

See the past is a very sensitive topic; so many things can remind us of it despite their size. A simple necklace will remind you of the person in the past that gave it to your on your birthday. I believe a small thing as a picture will play a scenario of your past before you. That is how come you find it easy to caption: #LASTSUMMER #TURNTUP #AMAZING #EPIC #CRAY #YOLO #INSTAHAPPY #INSTAGOOD #GREATTIMES and so on and so forth.. and oh yeah #THROWBACKTHURSDAY.

So #TBT is so much fun, but I feel it should move to another level because it isn’t totally honest. By not being totally honest, I mean the past is presented as perfect as most of the pictures shared are of great moments. I mean this is entirely my opinion and you have the right to yours. I am writing this depending on what I am exposed to. There are some photos we took from a past occasion that we feel are embarrassing. We think they cannot make it to our Throwback Thursdays.

For example you may have been a chubby kid or battled weight gain (and I mean this in the least offensive way) and just can’t find yourself sharing that photo. You know what would be fun? To get out of your ‘comfort’ zone, to let go of that fear and personal judgement , to just let it go. You never know that that would be an inspiration to someone fighting hard to lose their weight.

What about your funniest photo. The one where you looked like Mr Bean or the Joker. 🙂 *laughs out loud* Okay the joker is too much, but you do get my point right? Throwback Thursday shouldn’t just be about the greatest moments of your life. No one’s past is purely great. At times we need to open up and just deal with our past and that’s life for you.

Anyway, I am not a lame preacher, because I practice what I preach. So, I will lead by example and share with you a picture during my school days. 🙂 I find this photo ridiculous and crazy, but I will get out of my comfort zone and simply give it to you.

So Thanks for reading, good morning again and wishing you a great Throwback Thursday. Also remember to share with me your crazy posts. Love you all. 🙂

My funniest pic #TBT LOL

My funniest pic #TBT LOL