Why Sleep is More Important Than We Ever Thought


Imagine two women you know: One is your model of fitness success (She clearly knows how to slim down correctly and has the body to show for it), and the other is what you fear. This friend has her heart in the right place, but no matter how hard she works, she still struggles with the process and doesn't have the body she wants. The troubling part is that when you talk to both, they share a common approach: 
1. They eat meals that focus on lean protein and vegetables. 

2. They exercise at least three times per week, focusing on both weights and cardio.


3. They know which foods are truly healthy and which they need to limit-and they do.

And yet one friend-the one who continues to struggle-can't maintain her focus. She has trouble controlling her hunger, always craves sweets, and, despite her biggest efforts in the gym, she doesn't seem to achieve the same results as someone else following the same program.The problem might seem obvious at first. After all, one woman strays from her diet more than the other. And if exercise "isn't working," it probably means she just doesn't really know how to train. Maybe it's genetics. Maybe she's lazy or lacks willpower. Or maybe, diet or exercise isn't the real problem.

Sleep Controls Your Diet 
 The debate about the best way to achieve a healthy weight always revolves around eating and movement. If you want to look better, the most common suggestion is "eat less and move more." But it's not that simple, or even accurate. Sometimes you want to eat less and move more, but it seems impossible to do so. And there might be a good reason: Between living your life, working, and exercising, you're forgetting to sleep enough. Or maybe, more importantly, you don't realize thatsleep is the key to being rewarded for your diet and fitness efforts. According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, more than 35 percent of people are sleep deprived. And when you consider that the statistic for obesity is nearly identical, it's easy to connect the dots and discover that the connection is not a coincidence. 

Not sleeping enough-less than seven hours of sleep per night-can reduce and undo the benefits of dieting, according to research published in the Annals of Internal Medicine. In the study, dieters were put on different sleep schedules. When their bodies received adequate rest, half of the weight they lost was from fat. However when they cut back on sleep, the amount of fat lost was cut in half-even though they were on the same diet. What's more, they felt significantly hungrier, were less satisfied after meals, and lacked energy to exercise. Overall, those on a sleep-deprived diet experienced a 55 percent reduction in fat loss compared to their well-rested counterparts. 

Poor Sleep Changes Your Fat Cells 
 Think about the last time you had a bad night of sleep. How did you feel when you woke up? Exhausted. Dazed. Confused. Maybe even a little grumpy? It's not just your brain and body that feel that way-your fat cells do too. When your body is sleep deprived, it suffers from "metabolic grogginess." The term was coined by University of Chicago researchers who analyzed what happened after just four days of poor sleep-something that commonly happens during a busy week. One late night at work leads to two late nights at home, and next thing you know, you're in sleep debt. 

But it's just four nights, so how bad could it be? You might be able to cope just fine. After all, coffee does wonders. But the hormones that control your fat cells don't feel the same way. 

 Within just four days of sleep deprivation, your body's ability to properly use insulin (the master storage hormone) becomes completely disrupted. In fact, the University of Chicago researchers found that insulin sensitivity dropped by more than 30 percent. 

Here's why that's bad: When your insulin is functioning well, fat cells remove fatty acids and lipids from your blood stream and prevent storage. When you become more insulin resistant, fats (lipids) circulate in your blood and pump out more insulin. Eventually this excess insulin ends up storing fat in all the wrong places, such as tissues like your liver. And this is exactly how you become fat and suffer from diseases like diabetes. 

Lack of Rest Makes You Crave Food 
 Many people believe that hunger is related to willpower and learning to control the call of your stomach, but that's incorrect. Hunger is controlled by two hormones: leptin and ghrelin.Leptin is a hormone that is produced in your fat cells. The less leptin you produce, the more your stomach feels empty. The more ghrelin you produce, the more you stimulate hunger while also reducing the amount of calories you burn (your metabolism) and increasing the amount fat you store. In other words, you need to control leptin and ghrelin to successfully lose weight, but sleep deprivationmakes that nearly impossible. 

Research published in the Journal of Clinical Endocrinoloy and Metabolism found that sleeping less than six hours triggers the area of your brain that increases your need for food while also depressing leptin and stimulating ghrelin. 

 If that's not enough, the scientists discovered exactly how sleep loss creates an internal battle that makes it nearly impossible to lose weight. When you don't sleep enough, your cortisol levels rise. This is the stress hormone that is frequently associated with fat gain. Cortisol also activates reward centers in your brain that make you want food. At the same time, the loss of sleep causes your body to produce more ghrelin. A combination of high ghrelin and cortisol shut down the areas of your brain that leave you feeling satisfied after a meal, meaning you feel hungry all the time-even if you just ate a big meal. 

And it gets worse. Lack of sleep also pushes you in the direction of the foods you know you shouldn't eat. A study published in Nature Communications found that just one night of sleep deprivation was enough to impair activity in your frontal lobe, which controls complex decision-making. Ever had a conversation like this?"I really shouldn't have that extra piece of cake… then again, one slice won't really hurt, right?" 

Turns out, sleep deprivation is a little like being drunk. You just don't have the mental clarity to make good complex decisions, specifically with regards to the foods you eat-or foods you want to avoid. This isn't helped by the fact that when you're overtired, you also have increased activity in the amygdala, the reward region of your brain. This is why sleep deprivation destroys all diets; think of the amygdala as mind control-it makes you crave high-calorie foods. Normally you might be able to fight off this desire, but because your insular cortex (another portion of your brain) is weakened due to sleep deprivation, you have trouble fighting the urge and are more likely to indulge in all the wrong foods. 

And if all that wasn't enough, research published in Psychoneuroendocrinology found that sleep deprivation makes you select greater portion sizes of all foods, further increasing the likelihood of weight gain. 

 The bottom line: Not enough sleep means you're always hungry, reaching for bigger portions, and desiring every type of food that is bad for you-and you don't have the proper brain functioning to tell yourself, "No!" 

Sleep Sabotages Gym Time
 
Unfortunately the disastrous impact spreads beyond diet and into your workouts. No matter what your fitness goals are, having some muscle on your body is important. Muscle is the enemy of fat-it helps you burn fat and stay young. But sleep (or lack thereof) is the enemy of muscle. Scientists from Brazil found that sleep debt decreases protein synthesis (your body's ability to make muscle), causes muscle loss, and can lead to a higher incidence of injuries.Just as important, lack of sleep makes it harder for your body to recover from exercise by slowing down the production of growth hormone-your natural source of anti-aging and fat burning that also facilitates recovery. This happens in two different ways: 

1. Poor sleep means less slow wave sleep, which is when the most growth hormone is released. 

2. As previously mentioned, a poor night of rest increases the stress hormone cortisol, which slows down the production of growth hormone. That means that the already reduced production of growth hormone due to lack of slow wave sleep is further reduced by more cortisol in your system. It's a vicious cycle.If you're someone who doesn't particularly enjoy exercise, not prioritizing sleep is like getting a physical examine with your father-in-law as the investigating physician: It will make something you don't particularly enjoy almost unbearable. When you're suffering from slept debt, everything you do feels more challenging, specifically your workouts. 


The Better Health Secret: Prioritize Sleep 
The connection between sleep and weight gain is hard to ignore. Research published in theAmerican Journal of Epidemiology found that women who are sleep deprived are a third more likely to gain 33 pounds over the next 16 years than those who receive just seven hours of sleep per night. And with all of the connections to obesity, diabetes, high blood pressure, heart failure, and cognitive failure, the need to sleep goes far beyond just looking better and seeing results from your diet and exercise efforts. 

While there's no hard number that applies to all people, a good rule of thumb is to receive between seven and nine hours of sleep per night, and to make sure that one poor night of sleep isn't followed up with a few more. It might not seem like much, but it could make all the difference and mean more than any other health decision you make. 

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Two brothers arrested for beating tailor to death.


The Zone 2 Police Command, Onikan, Lagos State, has apprehended two brothers, Wasiu Bada and Nurudeen Bada, for the alleged murder of a 32-year-old tailor.

According to the police, the suspects and others at large were seen beating the deceased, Quadri Busari, with iron rods and clubs.

PUNCH Metro learnt that the fight broke out after Busari had a disagreement with the culprits over the location of a grave on Ogun River Road, Isheri Oke, Church area of the state.

A lawyer, Mr. Lekan Odunsi, who spoke on behalf of the Busari family, said the fight was also related to a scuffle between Olofin and Oshorun families over the right to the monarchy in the area.
Odunsi said, “Two families are involved in a scuffle over the kingship title in the area. The Olofin of Isheri ruled from 1901 to 1923 and he was buried next to Busari’s house. Busari happens to be a descendant of the late king.

“On August 3, 2013, around 6pm, some hoodlums, believed to be loyalists of Chief Lawal Oshorun, came around the grave and attempted to erect a kiosk beside it. The grave of the late king was the vestige of evidence that Olofin family was entitled to the throne. Busari, who sighted the hoodlums, went to challenge them.

“The thugs used iron rods, clubs and other items to beat Busari to death. Some of those that were seen beating the deceased are, Wasiu Bada, Nurudeen Bada and one man identified as Burger.”

Odunsi told PUNCH Metro that the deceased was not seen after the beating and when it was nightfall, his relatives became worried.
He said the matter was reported at the Isheri Police Division but the police did not arrest the suspects since there was no corpse to establish the case.

It was however learnt that two days later, the tailor’s corpse was seen floating in the Ogun River.
Odunsi however said the family was disappointed with the manner the police at Isheri handled the matter.

He said, “The police arrested the culprits but later granted them bail, saying there was information that Busari jumped into the water. We refused to accept this because his corpse showed evidence of beating. There were injuries all over the body.

“The police told us to settle the matter out of court but we were not satisfied so we demanded that the matter be transferred to Zone 2 Command.”
The Police Public Relations Officer, Zone 2, Mr. Lewi Suleiman, confirmed the arrests to our correspondent, adding that efforts were on to arrest more suspects.

Suleiman said investigations were ongoing and only an autopsy would determine the actual cause of death.

He said, “Some people wanted to erect a kiosk at the grave on the said day and there was a fight between them and the deceased. His corpse was seen about three days later floating in the river. We have recovered the corpse and taken it to a mortuary for autopsy.

“Two brothers have been arrested and we have charged them to court. Oshorun was also arrested but was later released because no one saw him at the crime scene but investigations are on to determine his level of involvement.

“Oshorun’s house was also vandalised by some infuriated youths following Busari’s death but that is under investigation at the State Criminal Investigation Department, Yaba.”
When contacted on the telephone, Oshorun referred our correspondent to his lawyer, Mr. Kola Idowu. Idowu, when contacted, said he would call back.


Culled from Punch.

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Finally, Scientists got it right. You CAN be fat and fit


Curvaceous celebrities such as Nigella Lawson, Adele and Lisa Riley have long claimed it is possible to be well-covered and fighting fit.

The general consensus is that to be healthy a person should be lean but new research has shown that the chef, singer and actress' lifestyle mantra could actually be correct.
The researchers said that 'healthy obesity' does exist and that doctors should take the concept more seriously to ensure that those at greatest risk of obesity-related disease get the treatment they need.


The German researchers said that a category of 'metabolically healthy obesity' must be clearly defined so that surgery and other expensive treatments can be saved for those who need them the most, according to a report in The Times.

Waist size, physical fitness, fat around the organs and low insulin resistance could all be used as markers for the new category, as evidence mounts that Body Mass Index (BMI) is a crude marker of health, they say.

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FRSC, VIO deny commercial drivers new number plates.


There is palpable sense of anxiety among many vehicle owners in the Federal Capital Territory as the deadline set by the Federal Road Safety Corps for motorists to obtain the new number plate comes close.

The deadline is September 30, 2013.

Although the FRSC says it has set up plants in Gwagwalada, FCT and Awka in Anambra State to produce enough number plates, the corps  has not met the demands even as motorists complain about the non-availability of the product.

Commercial bus drivers are particularly apprehensive over the decision of the FRSC and the FCT Directorate of Road Transport,  otherwise known as Vehicle Inspection Officers, not to allow them to apply for the new number plates.

Though a sizable number of vehicles are already sporting the new plates, many others are still using the old ones in the city.
Findings indicate that many motorists,  especially commercial taxi cab drivers,  are worried over the deadline,  which they feel will compel them to pay about N32,000 for the number plates.

The FRSC  Corps Marshal,  Osita Chidoka, says the official rate for the new number plate is N15,000, while replacement is N10,000.

According to him,  the cost of the new driver’s licence is N6,000 while that of motorcycle operators is N3,000. The Standard Motor Vehicle number plate, costs N15,000; Articulated Vehicles, N20,000; Out of Series, N40,000; Fancy, N15,000; and Dealer, N30,000. However, licensing officials of the FRSC and the VIO charge far above the official rate.

But a VIO officer, on condition of anonymity, confirms that there is a standing order not to issue the number plates to the commercial drivers. According to him, it is part of the strategies to bar recalcitrant unauthorised bus drivers from plying the city.

Go and get yours now if you haven’t because am sure the prize will definitely hit the roof as the deadline draws near. I have gotten mine. 


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SUPER CUP UPDATE: BAYERN MUNICH BEAT 10 MAN CHELSEA ON PENALTY



Bayern equalise in the very last minutes of Extra time through Javi Martinez after a defensive melee and the Spaniard side-foots past Cech with the last kick of the game. Hazard had put Chelsea ahead in the 3rd minute of Extra Time.

Ramires was red carded in the 83rd minutes for a challenge on Gotze.

Seeing red: Chelsea's Ashley Cole appeals the red card for team-mate Ramires
Goal! Chelsea's Eden Hazard, from Belgium, celebrates after scoring

Romelu Lukaku took the last penalty but his strike is weak and down the middle.

Neuer saves and Lukaku drops his head. His team-mates are quick to comfort the striker but the trophy goes to Bayern.

Late blow: Javi Martinez of Bayern scores a late equaliser

Great match, proud of my team. CHELSEA FOR LIFE TILL CHRIST COME.

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Cannibal cult leader who drank girls' blood is hacked to death by villagers after escaping from a Papua New Guinea


A cannibal cult leader calling himself Black Jesus, who slaughtered his 'Flower Girl' followers and drank their blood, has himself been murdered in the jungles of Papua New Guinea.

In flowing robes, Stephen Tari, 40, a failed Bible student, once led 6,000 'disciples' through the mountainous regions of the country, but was accused of killing at least three young girls and, as their mothers were forced to watch, drinking their blood.


Calling himself 'the true Christ', he was convicted of only rape three years ago - before the country brought in new laws that meant convicted killers and rapists could receive the death penalty - and was among 48 prisoners who broke out of jail six months ago.

Capture: The feared Tari was beaten by villagers and tied up before being handed over to the police in 2007

Since then he has been on the run with a handful of faithful followers, but his bizarre life came to an end when he was said to have murdered a village woman this week and attempted to take the life of another.

Surrounded by furious villagers on Thursday, he is believed to have been beaten and hacked to death, along with one of his henchmen in the remote village of Gal in the northern province of Madang.

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SUPER CUP UPDATE. Bayern Munich 0 - 1 Chelsea (HALF TIME)


CHELSEA 1 - 0 BAYERN MUNICH

Torres in the 7th minutes.
Hazard made the break from the Chelsea half and sent the ball out right to Schurrle.
The wide-man whipped in a powerful cross and found Torres running at pace to smash turn put all of his momentum through the powerful finish.

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“GOOD” is finally winning as a mother's open letter urging her daughter never to be like the pop star gains 3million views


A Texas mother posted an open letter on her blog Monday urging her 13-year-old daughter to use Miley Cyrus as a example of the kind of girl she should never become.

Kim Keller of Frisco runs a blog called Roadkill Goldfish and used it to vent the extreme anger she felt after watching Cyrus’s now-infamous Video Music Award performance.


Thirty-six hours later, the letter titled Dear Daughter, Let Miley Cyrus Be a Lesson to You had gained 3 million views.

‘If you ever even consider doing something like that, I promise you that I will run up and twerk so you will see how ridiculous twerking looks,’ Keller wrote. ‘I will duct tape your mouth shut so your tongue doesn't hangout like an overheated hound dog.’


Humor like that runs throughout Keller’s heartfelt letter, which as of Thursday evening had received 1,400 comments

‘I’m sorry if you’ve ever felt demoralized because your Instagram following isn’t in the thousands. I’m sorry those “selfies” can never capture how amazingly beautiful you truly are.’
In addition to laughs, the letter offers straightforward advice.

‘You probably know girls who will emulate this behavior at the next school dance,’ she wrote. ‘Don’t do it with them. You are far too valuable to sell yourself so cheaply.’

Part of Keller’s frustration, and part of what drove her to write the wildly popular letter, came from the years Keller and her daughter spent watching Cyrus’s Disney program together.
In the years after Hannah Montana, Keller believes Cyrus has been dying for attention and that the most recent, and blatant, attempt at it made her ‘absolutely angry.’

In a chat with Good Morning America, Keller also offered Cyrus some motherly advice.
‘If I could say anything to Miley, I would say this: 'Honey you are beautiful, you are valuable, you are loved, and you don't have to do this for attention. This is not who God created you to be,”’ she said. 

The final sentence of Keller’s letter probably sums it up best: ‘You can thank me later.’ 

So glad someone is eventually standing up and speaking against these desperate artistes doing everything possible to become relevant way pass their time. When light comes, darkness disappears. It’s time light starts shinning especially in Nigeria again. God help us all.

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Oprah's back: OWN network finally turns a profit after $330million in losses


With reported losses of $330million, Oprah Winfrey said last year that launching her own television channel was one of the biggest mistakes she ever made.

But now the former chat show host, 59, says her 'fears' have been allayed with the news that her OWN network is turning profit for the first time since its rocky start in 2011. 


Its profile got major boosts from Ms Winfrey's no-holds-barred interviews with Whitney Houston's daughter Bobbi Kristina, Lance Armstrong and Lindsay Lohan.


Moral of the story? Never give up on your dreams. Endue in bad times, good times are just aroung the corner.

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Kylie Jenner, 16, crashes her $125,000 Mercedes-Benz SUV just 18 days after getting her license


TMZ is reporting that just after getting her license 18 days ago after turning 16-years-old earlier this month, Kylie Jenner has crashed her $125,000 Mercedes-Benz SUV

The teenage reality star got into a three car chain reaction collision on Tuesday.

Well, now we know she never really ‘PASSED’ that test. How then did she get her license?

Whoops: Kylie caused a three chain collision in Calabasas on Tuesday 

Really, I wonder how she passed the test and was given a license to drive. Just 18 days and you caused a three chain collision? Are you serious!!!

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Clint Eastwood separates from his second wife Dina after 17 years of marriage


Hollywood legend Clint Eastwood has separated from his second wife Dina after 17 years of marriage.
The 48-year-old former TV news reporter confirmed the split to Us Weekly on Thursday.

Dina revealed that she and the 83-year-old Dirty Harry star have been living apart for some time

She also added that the pair remain 'close'. 
A source told the magazine that the couple, who share a 16-year-old daughter Morgan, have in fact been living apart for over a year, initially splitting in June 2012.

Family: Dina is pictured with her daughter Morgan, and stepdaughter Francesca Fisher-Eastwood in April this year 

They say that the couple's decision to end their relationship was 'amicable'.

What is happening!!! The marriage institution is under serious scrutiny. The rate of divorce and separation has gone through the roof and we know of this one because they are celebrity and we get to hear of anything that happens with them.

First among the bloomers, it was Morgan Freeman who separated from his wife of many years, now it Clint Eastwood. What do these men want again in another woman for crying out loud, well I hope there isn't another woman.

Lord have mercy.....

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Robin Thicke, Crossing those Blurred Lines: pictured gripping college student's bottom in snap tweeted to wife Paula Patton


His summer smash Blurred Lines tells the story of a man pursuing a girl in the club.
But in real-life, singer Robin Thicke is happily married to wife Paula Patton, with whom he has a three-year-old son.


However, a suspicious photo emerged on Thursday showing the 36-year-old getting up close and personal with a female fan who MailOnline can exclusively reveal as student and socialite Lana Scolaro.

Blonde Lana, who is thought to be a student at a New York arts University, appears to have got very close to the star upon meeting him.

A reflection of the photo in the mirror behind them appears to show Robin gripping Lana's behind.


A Twitter user posted the photo on the micro-blogging site tweeting it to Robin's wife Paula, 37, with the message: 'Look at the reflection girl.'
The picture appears to have been taken at an MTV VMAs after-party in New York, the night of the Blurred Lines singer's controversial performance with Miley Cyrus

Sometimes, these singers find it so hard to distinguish between real life and make believe. Just because you can do that in a music video and people laugh doesn't mean you can actually do that in real life and get away with him.

He is sure to get a wiping from his wife for this. Miley Cyrus incident is still being talked about and he goes and do this? Well he is certainly ‘crossing blurred lines’ for sure.

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Lamar Odom arrest for DUI at 4am amid claims of substance abuse


These are not the best of days for Lamar Odom.
Khloe Kardashian's husband Lamar Odom was arrested for driving under the influence in the early hours of Friday morning.

The NBA star, 33, is being held at Van Nuys jail on $15,000 bail, LAPD confirm. 

He was pulled over just before 4am for driving too slow (50mph) on the 101 Freeway in the San Fernando Valley.


He did not immediately respond to police, passing three exits and driving erratically, according to TMZ.


He failed numerous field sobriety checks but refused all chemical tests.

I just hope he can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Cos there are better days ahead for sure. This surely will pass Lamar, just hang in there bro.

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Jennifer Lopez is BACK. Lands $17.5m deal to return to American Idol after securing bumper pay rise


Jenny From the Block can now add more 'rocks' to her collection.
MailOnline reported that Jennifer Lopez, 44, is being paid an astounding $17.5m to return to her post as judge on American Idol next season.

'There was a lot of back and forth negotiating on her salary, but now it's finally been settled that Jennifer will earn $17.5m to go back to Idol next season,'

'It's a major coup for her to land a huge payday like that and I believe she is thrilled with that number. It's a lot more than the $15m Britney Spears was paid to do The X Factor.'

Randy Jackson (right) will serve as a mentor next season, but she won't be sitting next to her old pal Steven Tyler (left)
So happy for her. Congrats Jenny from the Block.

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Mr. MAN (A MUST READ)


Mr. Man

I thought they were fables, cooked-up, over-exaggerated bunkum, stuff you tell children under an udara tree under the silver gaze of the moon. Yet, here I was, standing a few feet from its very presence. I have never allowed myself to be governed by any faith, to be bound by ignorance; for what else could make a dying man fast his way to death, rejecting medical aid with the claim that a divine help would come from up high? Or what could cause a fully grown man pour wine upon the earth with the hope that his long dead fathers would come lick it up? So I fancied myself above it all, above the facade of death.

 The day had proved a very rebellious one for me indeed. First was my car pulling gratuitous stunts at me, a car moving in reverse would have been faster than I was. My mind ran in different directions as I tried hard to make sense of the blaring car horns behind me from the voices of their drivers as they angrily overtook me with furiously-spat swearwords as the speed of my car gradually dwindled on the busy Third Mainland Bridge. My first thought was to park at an embankment and find another means with which to continue my journey, but I dismissed the idea as soon as it came to me. one doesn’t put himself at such a risk; being stranded at the heart of Third Mainland Bridge is no child’s play.

I let out a loud sigh as I sluggishly descended the bridge into Obalende. I took the next turn into a street, found a parking spot and pulled up. I caught the dirty look a little girl gave me as I stepped out of the car and walked back to the direction I came. I realized belatedly that I had parked in front of her shop – her mother’s or aunty’s – blocking the entrance from the view of prospective customers. Whatever. I was not going back.

The heat was sweltering and my handkerchief was quickly acquiring a darker hue as I swiped at my face regularly before I made it to the bank. As if to mock my surly mood, there was a long queue at the ATM stand. I smiled wanly with the consoling knowledge that I had brought my withdrawal slip with me as I made a dash into the bank. It was 1:30pm on the dot. My boss would kill me. Nothing could beat the feeling of relief and fulfillment that overtook me as the cashier handed me my money, not even the soothing chill of the AC’s breezy touch.
I turned to leave, and then it happened; like it had been waiting all day for me.
“Oh dear God, I’m...I’m sorry”I muttered as I bent to help to her feet the lady who had run in on me and tottered to the ground.
You.
Your things were all over the floor and your hair had spilled down around your face. You let out a tiny gust of laughter as you took hold of my hand, head still bowed to the tiled floor. Quite a charming demeanor for someone who just suffered an assault of sorts, I thought. My heart skittered with anticipation as I imagined your facial appearance, what you looked like underneath that curtain of hair. In that split second, all that had happened that morning became lost memories.
And then you looked up. You were halfway on your feet when you jerked your head to send back the tresses of hair that had clothed your face moments earlier. My grip on your hand slackened, and you fell backward again. You landed back on the ground again, and this time, there was no laughter. There was no charming demeanor either. Just two questioning eyeballs, hot enough to pounce on me.
.
"Mr. Man, I didn’t say I enjoyed it the first time, did I?" you snapped with a voice that echoed memories that your face had triggered awake.
“I – I’m sorry…” I apologized again. But I made no attempt to help you back on your feet. I moved back a step instead in a deranged manner as I beheld the face before me. It can’t be, it can’t be you, you’re…
"Dead" the thought came out of my mouth even before it was fully formatted in my mind. I could have sworn that I had felt those hands before… how could I have forgotten? How could I have forgotten the feel of those palms? Perhaps it was the strange but familiar comfort I felt from them that took away all the worries of the morning.
I could feel strange eyes descend on me, on us. Slowly I cajoled myself back to the mystery that stood before me. You were standing upright now, looking at me; whether in anger or concern I cannot tell. We were both creating a scene, and somehow I knew it wouldn’t take long till the movements around us would come to a standstill.
‘Mr. Man are you alright? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.’
There it was, the word ‘ghost’. How could I tell you? How could I have made you seen what I saw standing right before me? I could see you had become vexed already and so I kept silent, just staring blankly at you, I could not bring myself to call you what you were, what you had become-a ghost.

But don’t they say even the almost-invincible like hair on a person’s hands would come rising like a turgid penis whenever your kind visited? Wait a minute, I heard your kind only visits under the cover of the Night’s darkness. How come you are here in the glare of the day? Is this you, tell me, have you really come to visit? Then how come I don’t feel the turgid rising of my hair, How come it is yet day?

You reached out to touch me. And in that instant, we were someplace else. I could tell because I no longer saw faces staring at us, I no longer saw the queue at the withdrawal stand stretch out longer with each passing second, nor the security man who had been at a loss to what was happening approach us. I no longer saw you stand before me, rather I saw us both in a room, smaller than the one we had stood in, and even cooler. I saw a freshly laid bed at the exact spot where we both had stood, I saw a fridge and a television set with a VCR and two slender speakers balanced at the side, standing almost side by side just where the security  guard had stood.
You had sat on the bed while I knelt down facing you. Even though I couldn’t fathom my kneeling on the floor, the shock and joy and tears that came to your eyes all at once, accompanied by the ‘yes I will’ you mumbled was soothing. You were wearing a long tangerine-coloured gown and your hair was cut short forming an afro. So familiar. So comforting.
I saw it all now. I took it all in. It couldn't be my mind playing games. No! It was too solid It was tangible enough for me not to mistake it for a mind’s game. I saw the tears that came out of my eyes as I mounted you; I saw them roll down my cheeks, falling down upon your cleavages and watched as they continued their journey into the pit of your navel. You held me to you, you held me tight, giving yourself wholesomely to me, making us bask in with communal bliss
We laid still moments after, my left arm parting your chest as you balanced your head on mine. We had not covered ourselves yet. And then I saw it clearly; the reason for the glee on your face, You held it high as you raised up your right palm and wiggled your ring finger. It caught the light. It sparkled. You laughed again. I gave it to you. I had proposed.  
How could I have stopped you from leaving? How could I have described the steady but shallow gait my heart had pounced with the moment you stood from my side? You had a flight to catch and so I had let you dress. What if I had asked you to rip off your clothes and come lay back at my side, to forget your trip to Lagos, at least till the shallowness I had felt inside of me elapsed, would you have agreed? Would the-sister-I-never-had friend of yours have forgiven you for not attending her bridal shower? Somehow I knew I couldn’t stop you from taking that flight, from running off to your soon-to-be-married friends, to dance your fingers at their faces with the knowledge that you were next in line. So I let you be, I let you go. 
I had known even before I saw the 7pm news announce it. Somehow, I knew, even much earlier than that even before you kissed my lips and promised to come visit me immediately you came back from your trip. You had walked out the door and somehow I knew it was going to be the last I'd share with you.
And then the news made the headlines. And I searched for the shallowness I had felt when you left but it wasn’t there. All I felt was anger slowly creeping inside me, finding residence in my nerves. I’m sorry I didn’t cry, I tried to but I couldn’t. I was angry at myself; I could have stopped you from going, from leaving me forever. I thought of your soon-to-be-married friends, I thought of how they would have screamed in surprise, joy and jealousy when you showed them the ring I had proposed to you with. But you never made it there, you never made it to Lagos. Your journey ended when the plane you boarded crashed. You crashed with it, and so did my heart.

I felt the hair on my body stand on tip-toe; I felt an unnatural shiver engulf me, I felt tiny shock waves transcend the tiny pores of my body, connecting one with the other in a frenzied motion. We were back here, in the bank. You tapped my hand. That questioning look in your eyes was most definitely one of concern. You were back, I realized, just as you had promised.
 I had waited a long time for you. I knew you never went back on your words, not once when we were together, so I waited. What took you so long to come and visit anyway? It had been five years now, five years since you walked out that door, since you promised to visit. In the end, it didn’t matter how long you were gone. You were back now.
How come you didn’t look pleased? Why can’t I find that glee on your face? You’ve changed a lot too. You no longer keep your hair short, the way I liked it. I could see the long earrings dangling from your ears. I remember I teased you often about piercing your ears myself. How come you now wear earrings? who pierced those holes in your ears?
My eyes took a long search on your face and slowly transported their gaze down to the fingers of your left hand, it wasn’t there. I made a quick dart at your right palm, just to be sure; just to be certain you were the one. It wasn’t there either. Your fingers were bare. I felt a familiar shallowness exhume me. Were you leaving me again? Did you even come?

“Is anything the matter?” asked a tall dark broad-chested figure approaching us. He was clad in a blue and black khaki uniform supplemented by a pair of big black boots. The security man, he walked in a disjointed fashion. You had begun answering him when I called out to you, to know if truly it was you. “Irawo mi! Osupa mi!” I said the words faintly. My star. My moon.
You shot me a quizzical look, but I didn’t see that spark in your eyes. I didn’t see that familiar smile you always wore whenever I called you those names. And no, you didn’t reply with your usual ‘órun mi’. My sun. You could never have forgotten, not even if you had died a thousand times over. You were my star, my moon and I your sun. You could never have forgotten this. I saw the distant stare your eyes cast at me; I saw the amusement suppressed by the confusion written all over your face as I waited for your reply. “Mr. Man…is everything alright?” you said
I was crestfallen, I didn’t wait for you to finish as I walked past you, past the security man and the inquisitive eyes swarming around us. I felt a solemn laughter escape my taut chest as I approached the bank’s egress.
She wasn’t you irawo mi, you would never call me Mr. Man.

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