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DGOD Episode 14: The Un4getable Tapout 2 #DisturbingAccra

What are you doing on the 14th & 15th of February? Come and disturb Accra  with Dodo Gang & The Tapout Crew... Please Watch DGOD Episode 14 as Bash Alee talks about the Un4getable 2-day event that will make you tapout. Please Subscribe to us on youtube and as always, leave your comments below. #DodoGangnamStyle 

DodoTrendz by Amarachi: BAG IT

I hope we all enjoyed the Christmas and New Years break, and we are all ready and amped up for the year ahead.

I must say that I am a super bag lover, I feel almost incomplete without one. For me it is the ultimate statement accessory that can really express ones personality.

From structured totes, to hobos and clutches, to leathers, suede and canvas a good bag is a timeless piece.

Here are some interesting bag choices:

Kate Spade

Kate Spade

Dot 

Dot 

Dot 

Photo credit:

www.katespade.com

www.dotfashionng.com

DodoTrendz by Amarachi Nlemigbo

My Impressions of Nigeria by Efua Armstrong

This post features a Ghanaian (Efua Armstrong)'s impressions of Nigeria based on a 3 night stay in Lagos...

I think it’s only fair that I write a sequel post to my Nigerian friend’s impressions about Ghana. In any case, I think it’s wiser to put in a disclaimer that his post may be more interesting and richer in experiences than mine because he has lived in Ghana for close to 4 years while I only spent 3 nights in Lagos. 

I arrived in Lagos in the company of my Rotaract/Rotary friends. The immediate sentiment I felt upon arrival into this new environment is that of constant haste, hustle, and a general lack of patience for anything more especially sluggish driving. I always thought that if one could drive in Accra, they could drive anywhere but I’m yet to edit that thought. Also, Ghanaians are law abiding as compared to Nigerians..I think crossing the red light in Nigeria is legal!

We arrived late and were driven all the way to Lagos Island where we ended up in a place called Freedom Park; a former prison now converted to a recreational park where concerts etc are held. A  memorial concert for Mandela going on there when we arrived. I was so famished that I couldn’t wait to eat something…then out of nowhere came the menu with the famous word “swallow” …okay so what’s this “swallow” that is  supposed to be food and not an action necessarily?.. I soon found out that “swallow” is supposed to be a ball of cooked starch that is to be eaten with either soup or sauce. (Please help me out with a better definition of “swallow” if  I didn’t get it quite right)..

Moving on, I had the chance to interact with our young Nigerian friends and I realized a common characteristic that they all had…Nigerians are persistent and would press until they have what they want. Coming from Ghana and being used to the laid back “lets give it to God” kind of attitude, the Nigerian adamant and persistent attitude made a strong impression on me. But on a more serious note, Ghanaians are laid back and aloof that sometimes is scary! We are indifferent about so many things, a typical example that I constantly wonder about is how foreigners had the audacity to come in, steal our natural resources and still have the guts to shoot locals who tried to stop them! God! would Ghanaians have gone scot free else where if they had done the same thing?!

Lagos is beautiful but also highly stratified so that one immediately knows when they are in a rich neighborhood and a not too wealthy one. The stratified society is not one to confuse. You need no cursory glance to realize it. You just see people and vehicles and infrastructure that inform you of the “zone” you are in. I didn’t experience the Apartheid system  but something about Lagos helped me appreciate what I had read about Apartheid better.

In the midst of all this, I had my personal confusions. The whole Niara Cedi conversion confused me and led me to commit the gravest mistakes I think I ever made in a while. Back at our hotel, I had the chance to bond with people in my train that I hadn’t bothered to get to know and also fool some more with ones I had exceeded the stage of formal pleasantries.

Lagos was fun, gave me a different cultural experience, new friends, a chance to serve humanity with Rotary/rotaract and a better appreciation of novels I had read from different Nigerian writers.

Once again, this is a one sided impression of a country and its people based on a 3 night’s stay. I generalized a lot and judged a whole country based on conclusions I drew from only being in only one part of the whole country so I’m open to corrections/more light being shed on certain aspects as well as more details!

I’m waiting for your comments Dimeji!..

To read Dimeji's Impressions of Ghana on Efua's blog,  click here

Please leave your comments below. Thank You! #DodoGang 

Sexual Dodo

We had been dancing at the beach for close to 3 hours straight. From the corner of my eye, I could see him dancing with another girl. I so wanted to dance with him but I wanted him to come dance with me instead. I wanted him to ask me to dance not the other way round. I didn’t want to be the girl who needed the man but rather the girl that the man needed so I stayed glued to the spot I was dancing, danced and danced until I could no longer gyrate nor grind to the music.

 I wandered onto the beach to get some fresh air with my other friends. There was a particular tune by a Nigerian singer that I couldn’t afford to let pass by without me dancing to it. I had made so much noise about the song that at this point everyone knew I loved the song. Immediately this song came on, I lept to my feet and started the best ‘slow wind’ my good girl hips could afford. I kept going like this until I felt someone behind me. Guess who it was? The very sight of him made me happy from within! Plus it felt good that he raced from wherever he was to come dance that tune with me. Oh, so he actually remembered that I love the song? Wow. I was deeply moved and pleased! We danced and moved for a while. Later on he whispered something into my ear about me making him suffer tonight if I continued like that twisting and turning the way I was doing. ‘Well get ready because I’m not letting you have the coochie just yet, but I sure do enjoy teasing you.’

Even after that song was over, he still stayed on and then we began dancing to another tune. We went down together and while down there, I increased the tempo to faster and sharper hip movements so that I was more or less giving him a vigorous lap dance. He responded quite well to this because in no time I rose and quickly went from a lap dance position to a ‘touch your toe’ position which left my butt in the air. Before I knew it, he was behind me, jabbing me with his hardened male members all in the name of dancing……

Whew! That was quite hot!

Back at the hotel, I was rooming with Mr. handsome. I jumped into the shower as soon as we got there. He did same and joined me in bed. It was like 5am in the morning. We had been dancing 3 or 4 hours straight and we were as tired as hell. By 10 am, I was up again, he was lying so close to me and his bare shoulder looked so smooth and hard and firm all in one. I reached out and touched him. He turned round and gave me a long warm hug that pressed me so deeply into him. I realized his breath has quickened and this turned me on slightly. Then we start kissing and locking tongues touching and caressing and all the many things passion leads one to do. He was so warm and tender and affectionate, and with him, I felt like I needed more than just two hands to stroke and cuddle him. We went at this for a while until I decided to turn my back to him. I obviously was getting so hot and I needed a breather to bring my reasoning back to me. I gave him my back in the hope of quenching rising fires. This made matters worse as I instantly felt him shift and direct his load into the crease of my bum so that we were spooning in the intense kind of way. My pyjama pants were that thin and since I got to bed feeling free with no under pants, the only thing that prevented our love from meeting was our thin pieces of clothing.

I couldn’t take it anymore so I turned slightly to kiss him. He met me hungrily and pinned me down on my back effortlessly for the second time. I was lying beneath him feeling like vegetable in warm soup. All I needed was the slightest pressure to break, and disintegrate me. At this point in time, I was in a jumping from frying pan to fire kind of situation. I was feeling my faithful friend not behind me, but rather at the door knocking, throbbing and prodding to be let in. I felt myself dripping wet through my night clothing and frankly I was about to break soon. I guess all the kissing and caressing and stroking and cuddling made me lose track of event because all I knew was that I was finally resting on his chest in his arms and I was kissing him- my hands on his face and his on my bum. His hands travelled onto my bum and then to my back, he lifted my tee shirt, and slid a hand down my lower back. It felt good and even better when I realized he had slid a finger inside me. My imagination led me to picture a horny me lying weakly on his chest with one hand strongly on my bum and the other making swift ‘come here’ motions inside me.

From this point, he did something totally new! At least very new to me since no one had ever done it to me! He started jerking off while finger fucking me all the same time! Omg!..it was good for several reasons…but then again, i begun musing over how people could be so sexually innovative.  Also, why did he decide to do this..to us?...to be continued.

Ps. He is a south paw,…and the left paw was what was doing all the magic inside me!