ORIGIN OF THE NAME "PORT HARCOURT"

DID YOU KNOW?


Port Harcourt in Rivers state was named after Lord Lewis Vernon Harcourt, a rapist and a paedophile.

When the Port was established in 1912, there was much controversy about the name it should receive. In August 1913, the Governor-General of Nigeria, Sir Frederick Lugard wrote to Harcourt, then Secretary of State for the Colonies, "in the absence of any convenient local name, I would respectfully ask your permission to call this Port Harcourt", to which the Secretary of State replied, "It gives me pleasure to accede to your suggestion that my name should be associated with the new Port."

Harcourt was known as a sexual predator attracted to both sexes.

He attempted to rape Dorothy Brett, the daughter of Lord Esher, and followed this by an attempt to seduce his son. Dorothy Brett wrote of him that "it is so tiresome that Loulou is such an old roué. He is as bad with boys as with girls ... he is simply a sex maniac.

It isn't that he is in love. It is just ungovernable Sex desire for both sexes". His criminal perversion was known and tolerated in certain private quarters.

After, however, he attempted to rape a 12-year-old boy (Edward James, who grew up to become a great collector of surrealist and other contemporary art), the boy's mother began making the matter public. Faced with public exposure, Harcourt committed suicide by taking an overdose of a sedative at his London home in Brook Street on 24 February 1922, aged 59.

Port Harcourt as we know it now, is also called the Garden city because of its numerous avenues and ornaments, Port harcourt is the 3rd most developed metropolis in Nigeria after Lagos and Abuja. The city dubbed Nigeria’s oil capital is arguably the oil hub of Africa.

Aside from being the oil capital, Port Harcourt is also known for the vibrant late-night activities and entertainment scene. There are several public houses, lounges, clubs, dance bars and restaurants spread out around the city.

I guess the vile character of Lord Lewis Harcourt did not rub off on the city, or did it?

Are you resident in Port Harcourt? What are the best sights to see if we come visiting?

I didn’t make promise Stephanie Otobo marriage – Apostle Suleman

• 6 MAR 2017

…says she’s a blackmailer, I’ve no hand in her travails

General Overseer of Omega Fire Ministries Worldwide, Apostle Johnson Suleman, on Monday distanced himself from the arrest and detention of Stephanie Otobo by the police last Friday, March 3, 2017 over alleged blackmail.

The allegation against Suleman came about one month after his interrogation by the Department of State Services over alleged incitement in his sermon in which he advised that Fulani herdsmen who came near his church should be killed.

The cleric in a statement by his Communications Manager, Phrank Shaibu, obtained by THE PUNCH in Abuja, said there was no amorous relationship between the said Otobo and himself, including a promise to marry her.

According to Shaibu, the lady was allegedly arrested by operatives acting on a tip off that the she had repeatedly tried to blackmail Suleman, including demanding N500 million from him, failing which she threatened to expose a purported amorous relationship between her and the Pastor.

Our correspondent reported that a legal practitioner, Festus Keyamo, had demanding N500 million on behalf of Otobo and also accused Apostle Suleman of allegedly procuring policemen to intimidate and detain his client unlawfully, having earlier promised to marry her.

Shaibu said Keyamo was misled into believing that there was an amorous relationship between Apostle Suleman and Otobo, addding that the lady was “caught up by her own machinations as she was arrested while trying to withdraw money paid into her account by the Church in a sting operation coordinated by the police.”

He said, “Unknown to Keyamo, the police was alerted following several attempts by the said lady to blackmail Apostle Suleiman. The police also recorded her conversations making the frivolous demand. The highpoint of the drama was her attempt to withdraw money paid into her account at the instance of the police. The lawyer should know that his client was arrested by the police with abundance of evidence confirming that she is indeed a serial blackmailer.”

Shaibu also denied Keyamo’s claim of an amorous relationship and a promise to marry her, wondering how such a transaction could have taken place without any iota of evidence.

He said, “Let me place it on record that, the lady in question is a self-confessed stripper in a nite club in Canada, who like thousands of people that seek help from Apostle Johnson Suleman, called to pretentiously convey her intentions to embrace Christ and also needed financial help to keep body and soul as she no longer had a means of livelihood after quitting as a stripper.

“Does Keyamo or his serial blackmailing client have pictures of the visit by Apostle Suleman or his representatives to her parents? In any case, how could such a relationship have existed when the Apostle and the said lady have never met physically? How could he have made a promise of a house and a lifestyle comparable to what she has in Canada when he has never been to her house or seen her physically as to have an idea of her living standards?”

According to him, Keyamo must have been misled or excited by the prospects of getting a whopping N500 million, both reasons for which two letters were written and sent to Suleman.

THE PRAYING HANDS.

"STORY BEHIND THE PRAYING HANDS"
Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, lived a family with eighteen children. Eighteen! In order merely to keep food on the table for this mob, the father and head of the household, a Goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his trade and any other paying chore he could find in the neighborhood. Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two the elder children,Albrecht and Albert, had a dream. They both wanted to pursue their talent for art, but they knew full well that their father would never be financially able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the Academy.After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a coin. The loser would go down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support his brother while he attended the academy. Then, when that brother who won the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would support the other brother at the academy, either with sales of his artwork or,if necessary, also by laboring in the mines.
They tossed a coin on a Sunday morning after church. Albrecht Dürer won the toss and went off to Nuremberg. Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four years, financed his brother, whose work at the academy was almost an immediate sensation. Albrecht's etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils were far better than those of most of his professors, and by the time he graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his commissioned works. When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Albrecht's triumphant homecoming. After a long and memorable meal, punctuated with music and laughter, Albrecht rose from his honored position at the head of the table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of sacrifice that had enabled Albrecht to fulfill his ambition. His closing words were, "And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, now it is your turn. Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I will take care of you."All heads turned in eager expectation to the far end of the table where Albert sat, tears streaming down his pale face, shaking his lowered head from side to side while he sobbed and repeated, over and over, "No ...no...no ...no."Finally, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He glanced down the long table at the faces he loved, and then, holding his hands close to his right cheek, he said softly, "No, brother. I cannot go to Nuremberg. It is too late for me. Look ... look what four years in the mines have done to my hands! The bones in every finger have been smashed at least once, and lately I have been suffering from arthritis so badly in my right hand that I cannot even hold a glass to return your toast,much less make delicate lines on parchment or canvas with a pen or a brush. No, brother ...for me it is too late." More than 450 years have passed. By now, Albrecht Durer's hundreds of masterful portraits, pen and silver-point sketches, watercolors,charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hang in every great museum in the world, but the odds are great that you, like most people,are familiar with only one of Albrecht Durer's works. More than merely being familiar with it, you very well may have a reproduction hanging in your home or office. One day, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed,Albrecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother's abused hands with palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward. He called his powerful drawing simply "Hands," but the entire world almost immediately opened their hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed his tribute of love"The Praying Hands."The next time you see a copy of that touching creation, take a second look. Let it be your reminder, if you still need one, that no one - no one - - ever makes it alone!
WE ALL NEED EACH OTHER...

Great news dear Mavrodians! MMM unfreezes accounts 24hrs ahead of schedule.

To you all doubting thomas… MMM has returned, below is an Important notice displayed to all participants.

Dear members,

The holidays are over, and we’re not open. Just as promised. (You might have already noticed that we always stick to our promises. :-)) Actually, we promised to be open on January 14, but we’re open now, January 13, as you can see, which is a day earlier. (Well, I hope, the members of the System will forgive us for that. :-))

It’s related to the hysteria raised by the authorities and the mass media around MMM. By joining forces, they’ve managed to nearly give the members of the system a heart attack and have frightened them out of their wits. Poor souls don’t know what to expect. Will we open again or not? :-))

This is why we’ve decided, considering the situation, to reach out to the member, reassure and cheer them up by opening a little earlier. After all, Together we can change the world! :-))

Here we go.

Ladies Label

This post is for the ladies.  I will probably offend some people with this post, but that's what happens when someone is straightforward and speaks their mind...

Ladies, why to you make posts labeling yourselves? Things like: "I'm hot"; "I'm beautiful"; "I'm sexy"; etc...   Usually when someone has to announce to the world what they are, they are either starved for attention, or letting people know what they wish to be.

The ironic part is that you get all the attention you asked for....yet complain that no one respects you.  But, subconsciously,  that is what you attracted.

A real woman doesn't have to announce who she is.  She doesn't have to post pics of herself half dressed to let people know she's a woman.   A real woman just has to breathe, be true to herself.  People will automatically notice that she is a principled person with character,  integrity and class.

When you label yourself,  you are limiting yourself to that label.  You should be making your personal possibilities limitless.  Shame on you for taking that away from yourself and from what God wants you to be.

Stop using labels.  Start being real.

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Merry Christmas and a prosperous new year!!!

Christmas Is A Joyous Occasion. May This Season Help You Find Real Happiness In Life, Work And Love May Jesus Christ’s Spirit Provide You with The Wisdom To Discover The Things That Will Bring You Happiness. Merry Christmas and a wonderful new year in advance to you and your families.

Best regards!!