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The menace of "big stomach" among Nigerian married men.

It is a common belief that most Nigerian men when married develop big stomach. Regardless of the popular old saying that "give money to the one with big stomach", there are many factors responsible for this and the impacts on their health which this essay will demonstrate. The major factor is probably physical inactivity or lack of exercise. Most Nigerian men change their normal routine following marriage in order to suit their spouses. For instance, they limit activities like sporting, biking, footballing because they do not want to get injured. Furthermore, big stomach has been scientifically attributed to high intake of carbohydrate diets. Most Nigerian house wives believe cooking high carbohydrate diets like pounded yam and yellow garri assorted with lots of meats is a good way to take care of their husbands. In addition to this, there is high intake of fatty foods that also contribute with increase body fats. Lastly, stress is also a factor responsible for th
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A Story of Betrayal, Àfọ̀njá.

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Oyingbo

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HouseJob chronicles 13/07/20-13-06/21

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Ìlorin Ni

Ìlorin Ni The age long emirate dynasty Founded on a land sparse and arid By Ojo, a renowned blacksmith With few houses and lovely people Ìlorin Ni Emirate is our kinsghip title Al Qur'an is our foremost treasury  Studying and committing it to memory And Tirahs with different life meanings Ìlorin Ni A place not too close to the desert But the sun scotch and hit us hard A place not too close to the water beds But when it rains, it brings blessings forth Ìlorin Ni Our ancient houses are made of mud From little water mixed with mother earth As defence against intruders' gun shots During inter racial conflicts and several wars Ìlorin Ni Where everyone lives as one family We are not just nice, but very lovely With strangers finding us very accommodating Our women are nice and our foods are treaty Ìlorin Ni Our last kobo can be spent on party  Every weekend, someone must get married This, we value and keep its sweet memory As one of the few treasures which we cherish Ìlori

It takes two to Tango, cos it's Valentine.

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Sísí Èkó

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