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First of all, I do not know who coined the phrase, “All men are the same.” This erroneous notion has been flying around for ages. Many young men grow up hearing this and feel it is natural for men to cheat, have multiple girlfriends without any of the girls knowing they aren’t his only girlfriend, make promises they do not intend to keep and then date girls only to dump them after sleeping with them.Ironically, many girls grow up having this mindset and making excuses for men.

Sometime ago, while resting in the doctors’ lounge of the hospital I work, a lady said the afore-mentioned phrase. I would have kept quiet and minded my business, but because I knew her personally, I had to address the issue being raised.

I wanted to ask her how many men she had come in contact with, in order to validate her claim. I also wanted to ask her a question based on genetics: “Lady, can you tell me the gene that codes for cheating in men and tell me the exact loci on the chromosome? Also, where is the exact lobe of the brain
that is peculiar to all men that makes them to cheat?” But because I would have caused more confusion than proffer a solution, I decided to alter the question.

I simply asked, “Where do you see motorcycles most in Port
Harcourt?” “Aluu Community, near the University of Port Harcourt,”
was her response. “Beautiful. Do you see motorcycles riding around the
Government Residential Area (GRA)?” “No, Sir,” she responded.

“So, young lady, would it be right to go to Aluu, see motorcycles plying that route and then conclude that motorcycles are the major means of transportation in Rivers State, Nigeria?” “No,” she said. “Okay. Would it also be right to go to the GRA where there is a ban on motorcycles, and conclude that we have no motorcycles in Rivers State?” She replied, “No.”

Before finally returning to what I was doing, I told her, “The issue may simply be that you are in Aluu and all you are seeing are motorcycles. Please come to GRA.”

I have a lot of married friends and I do not know any of them who cheats on his wife. One man, one wife; no side-chicks and no side-chick discussion.

God does not have separate standards of fidelity for men and women. God does not frown at ladies when they engage in sexual immorality and smile on the throne when men do the same. When God said “Flee youthful lusts,” He was not referring to only females.

His standard is the same, so stop hiding behind those wrong stereotypes, like “all men are the same” and “I cannot help myself.”

1 Timothy 4:12 WNT
Let no one think slightingly of you because you are a young man;
but in speech, conduct, love, faith and purity, be an example for
your fellow Christians to imitate.

Be a real man; stand firm and be an example for what is right.

© Sex: The Naked Truth, Ovundah Nyeche, Pg 63-65, 2018.


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    Chibu Onyeaso

    March 27, 2018 at 8:27 pm

    Wonderful. And dat analogy of motorcycles…”move to GRA”, was outta this world.

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      March 30, 2018 at 10:46 am

      You can say that again

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    Amb. Felix

    March 29, 2018 at 6:11 am

    You are right Ovu, that’s a good reply and is a true answer to the young lady.
    And that phrase “all men are the same ” is what they call hasty generalization in Logic just as rightly explained.
    Keep it up.

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      March 30, 2018 at 10:46 am

      Thank you so much for the feedback

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      June 19, 2018 at 3:38 pm

      Thank you for your feedback

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    Ukot Princewill

    July 12, 2018 at 6:33 pm

    My first time on this blog and I like what I read here…

    This generation needs that pure and undiluted truth; no embellishment, no pretence…

    We have serious work on our hands as believers. This generation has more sexual perverts and morally challenged people (youths especially) than any age in human history…

    Now on edge of the precipice, the demand of this generation is much more than mere evangelism; this age is in dire need of aggressive soul winners…

    Lord, please help!!!

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      July 13, 2018 at 7:05 am

      Thank you for your feedback.

      Pls do share with your friends and network.

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Everyone needs to Hear Word…





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By Ovundah Nyeche.

Grin Grin Grin…

I get a call, I was to be a speaker in a conference in Lagos, Nigeria.

The organizer had emailed me earlier… But there was a little issue, my hands were full…. And my calendar was not smiling.

After deliberation, I agreed with the organizer on a date, as it appeared, a day was free in my calendar 🗓.

However the plan was get to Lagos, give the talk and get back to the Garden city of Port Harcourt on the same day.

The next day was my clinic, so no matter what happened on God’s earth, I had to be back on the same day…

I woke up that day, and my bag was already packed, I received my goodbye hug, from my “front hugger-in-chief” … I drove to a distance and my in-law completed the rest.

I arrived Omagwa or was it Ipo on time ⌚… While waiting to get to my destination, I had to do a second check on the slides I was to present in the conference.

And then I discovered, my slides which I spent ample time to prepare were trying to do a fast one on me… My heart was in my mouth… There was nothing I did not think about…

I had a small chat with my big dad, touched some keypads, and somehow I figured out the issue.

In about an hour I was close to my destination.

Few minutes earlier, I had boarded a waiting Taxify Taxi to venue of the conference.

Well there is no Taxify in Port Harcourt, I know there are other online taxi booking services, but I don’t know how effective they are in the garden city.

In less than 15 minutes, I was in the venue for the conference, and it was obvious I was in Lagos, as the posters of Sanwo-Olu a Governorship candidate kept monitoring every step I took.

You know that feel… If there were CCTVs attached to his eyes 👀, Las Las, I would have been effectively tracked.

But it was strange the road was so free… Was it not the same Lagos, my friends always scream about… Traffic… Traffic… Traffic… No those talks were graphics…. The road was so free and it was about 10:00 am or so…

In less than 15 minutes, I was in the conference Centre in a serene environment in Maryland.

The conference was a huge success, and it was a great time connecting with the host as well as the participants, as well as a bosom friend that came to say Hi to me.

Time flew, from 2 O’clock in no distant time it was 5 O’clock. I was to leave Lagos by 7 O’clock sharp.

My host made plans to book an Okada for me… As in motorcycle… For me, after telling me how wonderful it was.

For where, wu wu not take it… Oga do you know they banned Okada in the Garden City of Port Harcourt… Do you know Okada use to wound person…Oga do you know that as they banned Okada the number of head injury patients in my hospital 🏥 reduced.. Okada people wey no dey Hear Word…Oga wu wu not take it.

Oga I no gree… Well it took about 15 minutes to get here in the morning, it won’t take up to an hour to get to the airport, and check in I reasoned.

Maximum, I get to the airport sharp 6:30 PM… Shebi they said Las Las I should have checked in by then.

My host smiled and booked the Taxify.

In less than no time the taxi 🚖 was at the venue of the conference and we took the apparently short journey to the airport… No be 5:00pm… No worry yourself… My host looked at me… And I am sure in that look he saw the future.

The journey back to the airport was great and boom the first diversion, the 2nd diversion, the 3rd diversion… And time was ticking…

I saw first hand the traffic jam…my friends always talked about… As we were rooted in a spot for minutes… 5:30 PM…6:00 PM.

I did not need anyone to tell me… I had to cancel the trip.

Even a bike may not have done justice.

Several Kekes seemed to be also stuck in the spot. If Keke had no hope, the car I was in was hopelessly hopeless then.

I had to enter another vehicle, my Legedis Benz…

My destination was an overhead bridge 🌉 where I would take an alternative means of transport to the airport.

I trekked pass was it Archbishop Vinning Memorial Church ⛪, passed what looked like a Police Training College… And in no distant time I was in front of LASUTH gate… This place was familiar, I stayed here for about a week about 5 years earlier.

I got to the overhead bridge, and you know what I bordered an Okada…Okada I had rejected over an hour ago.. And this one was without helmet oh.. I had to it was 6:15 PM or 20…No body tell me… I had to.

The constant call from my host, to know how far I had gone, sounded like a “Brother it is well, all will be well”.

I rushed to the airport, and discovered I was in the wrong terminal.

I had to enter into another Okada and by the time I ran into the airport to check in…

They had officially closed the counter.

Madam, I have to rush back I told those in the counter, Abeg na…

Na una hold up oh.. I left early for the airport oh… Plsssssssssss… I need to be in Port Harcourt ASAP…

For where, they were saying you have to rebook for another flight tomorrow and pay for late charges…

That was not what I wanted to hear… Madam, Oga I have to leave Lagos now oh…

I don’t know how this touched them…

They put a call across…

Wrote my ticket on a paper…

I ran to be checked by the security/ official in another gate… And they called again… And they were told to let me go through…

Moments later I was in a shuttle that took me to the plane…

And when I boarded, I looked like the guy who came to the exam hall, when his mates were already seated in the exam hall with their question and answer papers…

Las Las, we go land together.

Las Las, me too needed to Hear Word.

Las Las, I Heard Word.

And I will enter Okada, whenever I am told to enter Okada…

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Nothing just happens…





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By Ovundah Nyeche.

No nation or society, grows beyond what it rewards or punishes…

Curiously, many young people will gravitate towards whatever is rewarding and rewarded…

A nation that rewards its chess players… Will naturally have many chess players…

A nation that “worships” its sportsmen, will likely have many sportsmen and aspiring sportsmen…

A nation that rewards academicians, will have many erudite scholars…

A society that rewards and worships riches no matter the source… Will have people doing all kinds of things to be rich…The end which is riches, will be justified, no matter the means…

A society that rewards cultism, will have many cultists, in fact it will become a culture and it will be abnormal not to be one…

A society that rewards irresponsibility, will have a culture of irresponsibility…

A society that celebrates mediocrity, will have a recurrent banquet of mediocrity, spiced with mediocres…

You cannot drink garri and vomit fried rice and chicken…

Again what do I know?

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The dead don’t smell flowers, the living do.





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By Ovundah Nyeche.

Today I got thinking again…

I went online… And Prof. Pius Adesanmi was trending again…

Apart from the tribute…

Many of his masterpiece were shared online…

Though I follow him online, but today for the first time, I listened to his masterpiece, The parable of the shower head 🚿…

Where he told a story about his experience in a classy Nigerian hotel 🏩 where all the holes in the 🚿 shower head in his room were not open, even if the shower was working.

He would call the reception to complain about the bad shower and they would send a technician on time to come fix the shower in his room.

However, he was shocked the well kitted technician was more at peace with the fact, that the shower was working, and not if all the holes of the shower head 🚿 were open.

He used the shower head, as a metaphor, to talk about, our love for our culture of mediocrity…

His photos are everywhere…

I also shared his photo 📸, but when he was alive, I don’t think I ever did…

His works and all the books he wrote are also hitting our faces…

The fact he was a national treasure has been resounded countless number of times; and even the President acknowledged him in death…

If any of his work is currently been promoted or released, it will sell like “bole” and fish…


Go to any burial ceremony and villains become saints…

Go to any burial ceremony and see eulogies…

Wait for people to pass on.. And you hear the beautiful things they meant to others…

Wait for people to pass on, and their unpainted and dilapidated houses 🏘 bear a new look…

People who never visited, come visiting…


Death reveals a lot of things…

How come 🤔, when people are alive, they are overlooked, but when they die… They are everywhere?

How come people, have a larger than life figure when they pass on?

How come many people are celebrated in death more than life? 🤔


Would it be better to eulogize, support, value, love, encourage people when they are alive…

Would it be better to fan their dream and tell them a kind word…

Would it be better to give them a helping hand and not wait for them to die, before we realize they matter.

Give people flowers 💐 to smell when they are alive and not wait until they pass on… to fill their doorsteps with bouquets of flowers.

The dead don’t smell flowers 💐, the living do.

Make a difference in someone’s life today… Don’t wait until they are gone.

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