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Nigerian man throws down his baby from the second floor of his apartment during a fight with his wife in India


A tragic incident occurred in Greater Noida on Monday June 15, as a Nigerian man suspected to be "mentally unstable" allegedly killed his infant daughter and then threw her body from the second-floor of his apartment.


An eyewitness who sent in the story to LIB, said the incident occurred during a fight the man had with his wife.

A senior police officer said the couple, Ozioma Declan and Julie were staying with their three-month-old daughter in Imperia society under Ecotech 3 Police Station limits.
Deputy commissioner of police, central Noida, Harish Chander said;

“The information was received at the local police station in the morning about a fight between the Nigerian couple. A police team immediately reached the spot where the wife narrated the whole incident.

“She told the police that her husband was mentally troubled and doing weird things. She said he physically fought with her and smashed their daughter on the floor of the house, , killing her on the spot. He then threw the body out from the balcony."

The Nigerian man has been taken into custody and it was further learnt that a local representative of Nigeria has been called to discuss the issue. Legal proceedings will be carried out after the case is properly ed.

Popular Bollywood actor Sushant Singh Rajput was found dead in his house in Mumbai’s Bandra, his representative and Mumbai Police said on Sunday, June 14.

The actor who was found found hanging at his sixth floor apartment in Bandra (West), reportedly committed suicide.

Though the police have confirmed that he died by suicide, no suicide note was found in his residence.

“Sushant Singh Rajput has committed suicide, Mumbai Police is investigating,” D Pranay Ashok, spokesperson Mumbai Police said.

Sushant’s team shared a message for his fans: “It pains us to share that Sushant Singh Rajput is no longer with us. We request his fans to keep him in their thoughts and celebrate his life, and his work like they have done so far.

We request media to help us maintain privacy at this moment of grief.”
Sushant Singh Rajput’s death comes days after his former manager Disha Salian reportedly died by suicide. Rajput had tweeted his shock at the news on social media.

Tributes have poured in from Rajput’s Bollywood colleagues, including actor Akshay Kumar who tweeted: "Honestly this news has left me shocked and speechless…I watching #SushantSinghRajput in Chhichhore and telling my friend Sajid, its producer how much I’d enjoyed the film and wish I’d been a part of it. Such a talented actor…may God give strength to his family."

President of the Delhi Sikh Gurdwara Management committee said: "He was just 34. And famous. He appeared confident and happy too! But we seriously don’t know the struggles everyone is going through. We need to connect with each other. Life is too beautiful to commit suicide. Let’s be strong for each other!"

Rajput was best known for his award-winning performance in Zee TV soap opera Pavitra Rishta, as well as 2014’s Dil Bechara – a Hindi remake of Hollywood’s The Fault In Our Stars.

ModestGal:

That would be impossible, let's look at things that is realizable

o ye of little faith

Mayng01:
but was given a two-year rehabilitation order, a ten-year restraining order and three months with an electronic tag.

She was also told to complete a knife crime programme as well as be kept under strict supervision.
What a country!

lol oyinbo people, knife crime program, so if she use baseball bat, it will b a base ball crime programme

ModestGal:
How can we grow as black people?

get rid of the politicians, a total clean up n start afresh

A teenage girl has shared pictures of wounds she received after being stabbed in the back by her best friend who thought she was going to steal her boyfriend.

Eve Hewitson-Cross, 19, suffered a punctured lung during the attack, in March 2019 and has now shared the pictures to warn against knife crime.

According to Eve, her former best friend, who was 16 at the time and cannot be named for legal reasons, thought Eve wanted to steal her boyfriend and attacked her in a park where she was waiting to meet friends.

Prosecutors at Preston Crown Court, UK, said she went to the park with a large kitchen knife tucked into her waistband before grabbing Eve by the head and pushing her to the ground.

Eve suffered two stab wounds before her attacker’s boyfriend told her to stop. Eve also suffered heavy blood loss and narrowly avoided spinal damage.

According to the judge who sentenced the accused this week, she narrowly avoided jail due to mental health issues and Covid-19’s effects on the legal system,
but was given a two-year rehabilitation order, a ten-year restraining order and three months with an electronic tag.

She was also told to complete a knife crime programme as well as be kept under strict supervision.

Judge Parry told the defendant: ‘Nobody should be under any illusion the sentence is a light sentence at all – it isn’t. It is incredibly intensive.

‘I’ve resisted sending you to detention today for two primary reasons. ‘Your mental health, and how it affects your welfare, is something that’s been plaguing you for many years, but also the delay in bringing this matter to court has had an influence on the type of sentence I’ve ed.

‘You couldn’t have been closer to going to custody today.’
Meanwhile Eve has reportedly dropped out of college and now suffers from PTSD and panic attacks.

She has also quit her job at a local hospital for fear of bumping into her attacker and works night shifts to avoid ‘seeing her around’.
Eve said: ‘I’m always nervous of being on my own.

I am not the same person I was and I don’t think I can ever be again.

‘When someone can take a knife out to specifically attack you, you realise anything could happen, and that’s scary. ‘My mum, dad and sister have really struggled, mentally and emotionally. Mum and dad have had to take lots of time off work to me.’

Eve continued: ‘People are dying everyday because of knife crime. It’s wrong. Kids like the girl that attacked me think it’s OK.

‘That’s why I want people to see the injuries I had. These weren’t just scratches; they are serious deep knife wounds. ‘I was attacked completely by surprise – I had no chance at all.’ The knife missed Eve’s spine by millimetres.

She added: ‘I lost huge amounts of blood, suffered a collapsed lung, and was very nearly paralysed. ‘If it wasn’t for two people who were ing by who helped me, I don’t know what would have happened. ‘I’m really thankful to them, and the paramedics who looked after me. They saved my life.’

The story of how three crewmen lived more than a week in the middle of the Pacific in a wrecked sailboat with almost nothing.



On November 25, 2019, Chris Carney and his two-man crew, Pete Brown and Jun “Sumi” Sumiyama, set off from Japan on their way to Hawaii in a 42-foot sailboat, the Coco-Haz III. They had four weeks to cross the world’s largest ocean.

The boat’s owner, a retired Japanese dentist, needed the trip done in a hurry—he’d lose a boat slip he’d rented if it didn’t arrive in time. Carney didn’t think they would make it on schedule, even if everything went right. But things went far worse than he imagined when two catastrophes left them stranded in the middle of the sea.



Here is Carney’s story, as told to Outside.



It was morning when it happened. I got my raingear on and went up on the deck to make some changes to our course. I stuck my head up, and I couldn’t believe it—the mast was gone.



One of the shrouds that connected it to the ship just broke, I guess from metal fatigue. I’ve been sailing most of my life, and not only has this never happened on any boat I’ve been on, but I don’t know anybody else who’s had this happen to them, the mast just snapping like that.



It was December 19, and we were about a thousand miles from Oahu, Hawaii. We had lots of fuel, so we thought we could just motor in.



The next day, a storm hit us. The seas were at 10 to 13 feet, nothing too dangerous. But as soon as night fell, there was one wave that went by, and we all looked at each other thinking, Whoa, that was a big one.



The next wave didn’t just roll us, it picked us up and threw us. We landed upside down in the sea.



It was incredibly violent. What they show on TV, when the camera goes up and down and things are falling? It doesn’t do it justice. Stuff was flying everywhere.



The battery came blasting out of the engine compartment and shot through the cabin like a rocket. We got thrown around pretty good, and we were all bruised and cut. Sumi hit his head. We didn’t know how bad it was until later.



The three of us were standing on the ceiling, and the water was coming in fast. At first it was shin-deep, and then it came up to our knees. In no time it was at our thighs. The hatch was up in the front, underwater. I kept picturing what that would be like, opening that hatch and coming out on the surface during a storm. We would be in the middle of the ocean with nothing.



I was sure that this was where we were going to die, right here in this storm, in this water. I was thinking, God, this boat’s got to right itself. Sailboats are designed to flip back over if they roll, but you never know what’s going to happen at sea.



Finally, it did roll. But even though the boat was upright, we were waist-deep in water, with the storm sending in more every time a wave broke over us. The engine was flooded. Most of our fuel went into the ocean. We lost our navigation, all our electronics, nearly all of our fresh water—everything. We were dead in the water and adrift.



We did our best to bail. The waves were slamming into us, and the hull started to crack. If we had a breach, the boat was going to sink in about 30 seconds.



The storm didn’t break, and it was miserable. We were cold, and everything was wet. No dry clothes, no dry beds. We went on starvation rations, like five almonds per day. By rationing what little water and food we had left, we thought we could make it maybe 40 or 50 days. I had never seriously faced my mortality before. Everyone knows they’re going to die. But they don’t think that they are going die in 50 days.



The storm finally broke after 36 hours. We estimated that we had about 700 miles to go, so we rigged up a makeshift sail from the boat’s bimini top, kind of like a convertible top for a car. With that, we could make one or two knots, but if the current is one or two knots against you, you’re not going anywhere.



At that point, our biggest issue was morale. Each of us was entertaining our worst fears. Sumi kind of withdrew. He had a severe concussion, and he was sleeping 18 hours a day. He became very silent. Pete, who’s from Tennessee, kept coming up with these songs on the banjo. They were pretty morose. He was singing about how he’d never see his family again and how the sea was going to get him.



I gave us about a 10 percent chance. Pete was giving us much less. We had a com but no maps and only a moderate indication of where we might be. Dead reckoning is a sketchy way to navigate; it’s just guessing the direction you’re going and how fast you’re traveling, but that’s what we did.



The wind rarely shifts in that part of the ocean, so we used little ribbons tied around the boat to see where it was coming from. At night we relied on the feel of the wind on our cheeks. We thought we were at about 24 degrees north latitude when the rogue wave hit, so I figured that if we got down to 21 degrees, we might end up in the shipping lanes.



During the days, our time was occupied by tinkering with things. One guy would be driving, one guy who had been on watch the night before would be napping, and the other would be tinkering.



Nothing we did could get that engine working. The satellite phone was wet, so we put it in rice at first and then dried it in the sun. To no avail. It never did get working.



Out of the 15 or so flashlights we had on board, only one was fully waterproof, so it was the only one that survived. At night you could use the moon and the stars to navigate. But occasionally you’d have to look at the com. So that flashlight was key.



One night Pete fumbled for the flashlight and knocked it into the ocean. It was floating in the water, and we were heading away from it.

Pete jumped in and swam. He was getting pretty far away from the boat. When he found it, he put it in his mouth, but the light was facing him, blinding him. He couldn’t see to swim back.

I tried to wake up Sumi so I could go in and help, but he was in a trance, still concussed. I was screaming to Pete: “Swim to my voice!........


more on the story here....
http://www.soundlala.com/news.php?id=1559

The story of how three crewmen lived more than a week in the middle of the Pacific in a wrecked sailboat with almost nothing.



On November 25, 2019, Chris Carney and his two-man crew, Pete Brown and Jun “Sumi” Sumiyama, set off from Japan on their way to Hawaii in a 42-foot sailboat, the Coco-Haz III. They had four weeks to cross the world’s largest ocean.

The boat’s owner, a retired Japanese dentist, needed the trip done in a hurry—he’d lose a boat slip he’d rented if it didn’t arrive in time. Carney didn’t think they would make it on schedule, even if everything went right. But things went far worse than he imagined when two catastrophes left them stranded in the middle of the sea.



Here is Carney’s story, as told to Outside.



It was morning when it happened. I got my raingear on and went up on the deck to make some changes to our course. I stuck my head up, and I couldn’t believe it—the mast was gone.



One of the shrouds that connected it to the ship just broke, I guess from metal fatigue. I’ve been sailing most of my life, and not only has this never happened on any boat I’ve been on, but I don’t know anybody else who’s had this happen to them, the mast just snapping like that.



It was December 19, and we were about a thousand miles from Oahu, Hawaii. We had lots of fuel, so we thought we could just motor in.



The next day, a storm hit us. The seas were at 10 to 13 feet, nothing too dangerous. But as soon as night fell, there was one wave that went by, and we all looked at each other thinking, Whoa, that was a big one.



The next wave didn’t just roll us, it picked us up and threw us. We landed upside down in the sea.



It was incredibly violent. What they show on TV, when the camera goes up and down and things are falling? It doesn’t do it justice. Stuff was flying everywhere.



The battery came blasting out of the engine compartment and shot through the cabin like a rocket. We got thrown around pretty good, and we were all bruised and cut. Sumi hit his head. We didn’t know how bad it was until later.



The three of us were standing on the ceiling, and the water was coming in fast. At first it was shin-deep, and then it came up to our knees. In no time it was at our thighs. The hatch was up in the front, underwater. I kept picturing what that would be like, opening that hatch and coming out on the surface during a storm. We would be in the middle of the ocean with nothing.



I was sure that this was where we were going to die, right here in this storm, in this water. I was thinking, God, this boat’s got to right itself. Sailboats are designed to flip back over if they roll, but you never know what’s going to happen at sea.



Finally, it did roll. But even though the boat was upright, we were waist-deep in water, with the storm sending in more every time a wave broke over us. The engine was flooded. Most of our fuel went into the ocean. We lost our navigation, all our electronics, nearly all of our fresh water—everything. We were dead in the water and adrift.



We did our best to bail. The waves were slamming into us, and the hull started to crack. If we had a breach, the boat was going to sink in about 30 seconds.



The storm didn’t break, and it was miserable. We were cold, and everything was wet. No dry clothes, no dry beds. We went on starvation rations, like five almonds per day. By rationing what little water and food we had left, we thought we could make it maybe 40 or 50 days. I had never seriously faced my mortality before. Everyone knows they’re going to die. But they don’t think that they are going die in 50 days.



The storm finally broke after 36 hours. We estimated that we had about 700 miles to go, so we rigged up a makeshift sail from the boat’s bimini top, kind of like a convertible top for a car. With that, we could make one or two knots, but if the current is one or two knots against you, you’re not going anywhere.



At that point, our biggest issue was morale. Each of us was entertaining our worst fears. Sumi kind of withdrew. He had a severe concussion, and he was sleeping 18 hours a day. He became very silent. Pete, who’s from Tennessee, kept coming up with these songs on the banjo. They were pretty morose. He was singing about how he’d never see his family again and how the sea was going to get him.



I gave us about a 10 percent chance. Pete was giving us much less. We had a com but no maps and only a moderate indication of where we might be. Dead reckoning is a sketchy way to navigate; it’s just guessing the direction you’re going and how fast you’re traveling, but that’s what we did.



The wind rarely shifts in that part of the ocean, so we used little ribbons tied around the boat to see where it was coming from. At night we relied on the feel of the wind on our cheeks. We thought we were at about 24 degrees north latitude when the rogue wave hit, so I figured that if we got down to 21 degrees, we might end up in the shipping lanes.



During the days, our time was occupied by tinkering with things. One guy would be driving, one guy who had been on watch the night before would be napping, and the other would be tinkering.



Nothing we did could get that engine working. The satellite phone was wet, so we put it in rice at first and then dried it in the sun. To no avail. It never did get working.



Out of the 15 or so flashlights we had on board, only one was fully waterproof, so it was the only one that survived. At night you could use the moon and the stars to navigate. But occasionally you’d have to look at the com. So that flashlight was key.



One night Pete fumbled for the flashlight and knocked it into the ocean. It was floating in the water, and we were heading away from it.

Pete jumped in and swam. He was getting pretty far away from the boat. When he found it, he put it in his mouth, but the light was facing him, blinding him. He couldn’t see to swim back.

I tried to wake up Sumi so I could go in and help, but he was in a trance, still concussed. I was screaming to Pete: “Swim to my voice!........


more on the story here....
http://www.soundlala.com/news.php?id=1559

SokizzRaven:
I took my time to read this context twice! And I still couldn’t understand what a simulator is or it’s usefulness
Why is this on front page self?

its look like a plane but with screen that makes it feels like CGI

American dictionary, Merriam-Webster has announced that it will be redefining the meaning of the word "racism" after receiving an email from a young black woman from Missouri.

22-year-old Kennedy Mitchum who is a recent graduate of Drake University in Iowa, had said in her email that the dictionary's current definition of racism to mean “a belief that race is the primary determinant of human traits and capacities and that racial differences produce an inherent superiority of a particular race" , fell short of including the systematic oppression of people of colour.
Mitchum told CNN;

“I kept having to tell them that definition is not representative of what is actually happening in the world.

“The way that racism occurs in real life is not just prejudice it’s the systemic racism that is happening for a lot of black Americans.”

Mitchum said she received an email from Alex Chambers, an editor of the dictionary the next morning acknowledging her recommendation was being looked into.

Chambers was quoted saying in the email;

“This revision would not have been made without your persistence in ing us about this problem.

“We sincerely thank you for repeatedly writing in and apologize for the harm and offense we have caused in failing to address this issue sooner.”

Merriam-Webster's editorial manager Peter Sokolowski however told the AFP news agency that the second definition of racism which is centered on “political or social system founded on racism" will be updated to reflect the request

He said;

"We will make that even more clear in our next release.
"This is the kind of continuous revision that is part of the work of keeping the dictionary up to date, based on rigorous criteria and research we employ in order to describe the language as it is actually used."

This is coming amid the global campaign against racism following the death of George Floyd, a black American who died while in police custody.

FEMIBALLHARD
Title : Amaka(Obi Chikolobi)
Prod : BMDMIX
Genre : Afro pop

http://www.soundlala.com/track_audio.php?id=1555

please / play share


Amaka(Obi Chikolobi) tells a story About Amaka being Impregnated after all her Supposedly Runs.

Her pregnancy is now being Rejected by Bros Onos, Who is a player too.

This is a Sizzling melodious Track that will get on you dancing Shoes even before the song starts. 'Amaka' Is 'Femiballhard's Second Single of The year, which is off His EP (GROOVESXVIBEZZ).

Keep the grooves on.

LordOfTheWeed:
Most underrated comment on this thread

lol

the one apc/bubari is doing us

happy sunday

JubrinElSudan:
Talking about Xelibri. This was a Xelibri phone my dad got for my sister that year.
I had to Google and get the picture

lol its number one on the top ten list self

FEMIBALLHARD
Title : Amaka(Obi Chikolobi)
Prod : BMDMIX
Genre : Afro pop


Amaka(Obi Chikolobi) tells a story About Amaka being Impregnated after all her Supposedly Runs. Her pregnancy is now being Rejected by Bros Onos, Who is a player too.

i hope you guys like it

http://www.soundlala.com/track_audio.php?id=1555

Officialgarri:
The problem with these phones to kids is how difficult it would be to play games on it. Indeed, it was ugly

as in ehh blisters

Phone makers took a lot of design risks back in the day to make their phones stand out from the crowd.

A lot of them failed miserably, producing handsets that are ugly beyond belief.


Some didn’t look like phones at all, resembling things like powder cases and AC remote controls — check them out for yourself below.

continue reading

http://www.soundlala.com/news.php?id=1556

10 ugliest phones ever made



house10

illicit:

Those things don't scare me.
What scares me is people, real people not the devil himself

i feel ya

Chapii:
Are you just coming out of Intensive Care Unit or You just arrived fro Space or you just woke up from a coma that you are creating this topic.

d matter no tire u

na wow, God keep guarding u

illicit:
Hallucinations

this creatures comes from the bible, they may not look as fully described in reality but dey did get described any way

marcus u are gay jo the other guy is not, only the tip u can't move while get bj lol u are funny mumu man

have a blessed day