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Monday, 11 March 2013
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Wednesday, 11 April 2012
Indecent Dressing By Stella Damasus
I was at a popular shopping mall with my kids a while ago buying
pizza. My children decided to go into the department store so they could
see the latest “wii” game if any. As I was about to join them, someone
tapped my shoulder and said please Madam Stella, forgive me for being
so rude I would like to talk to you and it’s urgent.
I
said okay, “no problem, what can I do for you?” She asked if we could
go to a quiet corner so we could talk better? I said “okay, as long as
it’s not far from where I could keep an eye on my kids.” So we walked in
and she brought out a magazine, flipped through and pointed at a lady
that was almost nude, all in the name of fashion.
She
said she wanted to talk to me because she knew that I was familiar with
the person in the magazine. I already knew where she was going and
started laughing. She got offended and wondered why I found it funny.
She
then started to raise her voice, saying that those of us who are role
models are supposed to be setting good examples, which was very true,
and that she has seen over five pictures of me at different events and
I’m always properly dressed and according to her “covered up”, which
was also true.
I
agreed with her and told her I was laughing because I had seen that
particular magazine and already had a conversation about it with my
sisters and a few of my good friends. One of my friends actually said,
“the beautiful ones are always properly and decently dressed but the
ugly, insecure, unintelligent and shapeless ones are the ones who flaunt
those worn out, stretch marked, oversized, body parts that should be
left covered”.
That
was actually the major reason I laughed and by the time I finished, the
woman was laughing harder than I was. We then sat by the food court and
started chatting. Her worries were very justified because she had a
sixteen-year-old daughter who would do anything to become an actress and
singer, she has been attending vocal classes, just to show how serious
she was. Her mum was rightfully worried because her role models are:
Guess who? Those same ladies in the entertainment world who give off
wrong signals.
It’s
a free world, we all know that, and people have freedom of expression;
we don’t have the right to judge or criticise people; one man’s meat is
another man’s poison; this is the 21st century; you must belong so that
you can be a happening babe; and so on and so forth.
True,
but at whose expense? I love Asa’s song titled, Fire on the mountain,
especially the part where she sang: Who’s responsible for what we teach
our children? Is it the internet or the stars on television? Why, oh
why. It’s one of my favourite songs, so forgive me if I use it all the
time.
We
forget that regardless of civilization, exposure and status, we are
still first of all Africans with values, culture etc. Believe it or
not, these are the things that amaze the western world, because they
don’t have that. They want to know the way we live, how we think, the
way we dress, the way we talk, our tradition and culture, the
peculiarity of our film-making.
They have turned African tradition and culture into major courses in foreign universities, it remains a mystery to them.
While
these are happening, we are busy trying to lose all that, just to be
like them at all costs. Most of the copycats have never even seen the
inside of the international airport. The information they get of the
Western world is basically from television and magazines. This is really
sad, because they think that when you are almost nude, every man will
want to get along with you, right? WRONG!
You
enjoy all the attention yes but try to tell him to introduce you to his
family, even as just a friend, then watch out for his reaction. Trust
me, the opposite sex will nearly kill his sister or his wife if they
dress like that, but they will let you do it because to them you are
just a piece of meat. My mother always used to tell me: “Dress the way
you want to be addressed”.
I
went to one of the cinema houses sometime last year and saw four girls
in their school uniforms, carrying knapsacks. They called out my name in
excitement and ran to me to sign autographs, which I gladly did. They
left and I saw an old friend of mine who started chatting with me.
In
less than 10 minutes, the same schoolgirls came out of the restroom and
when I saw what they were wearing, my jaw dropped and my eyes bulged
out in horror. They were wearing serious hot micro daisy duke shorts
with halter neck half tops. I couldn’t handle it, and it just occurred
to me that they packed extra clothes in their bags, went to school and
came straight from school to the cinema. My first question to my friend
was: Is there a dress code that I don’t know about for cinema now or is
something wrong somewhere? People don’t go into cold cinema halls half
naked, so they were obviously not there to watch a movie, and there was
certainly no party there.
When
young girls dress like that, what do you think they are trying to
achieve if not attention? You know that they will definitely not get the
right kind of attention. My heart started beating fast and I said a
quick prayer asking God to give me the wisdom to train my kids the way
my mum trained us.
These
girls could not have been more than 14 and that is scary. We need to
tell ourselves the truth. I’m going to take time out to explain some of
the reasons this happens and how we could make it better. We should not
condemn ladies who dress like that because some of them are going
through psychological issues, living in self-denial and have lost every
ounce of confidence and self-esteem to the point where they are
screaming “Attention”! They just want to be noticed.
Some of the reasons that I have discovered are: -
Upbringing:
This mostly is caused by the way the child is raised and what she is
exposed to at an early age. As we know, the biggest influence on kids
is television. Most parents don’t bother to control what their kids are
watching and learning. For instance, some music videos are not
appropriate for children because it has become a nude affair, and since
it is played in the minds of these kids, they begin to think it is
normal and acceptable especially when no adult is preventing them from
watching and telling them it is not right.
Parents
and older siblings also have to be careful with their own dressing
because kids tend to emulate the older ones. Another thing that worries
me is the fact that some mothers are actually the ones who buy these
clothes for their young daughters. They are the ones that even tell them
the names like, daisy dukes, tank tops, halters, strapless, British
cores, hipster, low waist jeans that shows the crack of the butt,
balloon micro and a host of others.
Exposure:
A lot of parents pride themselves on the fact that they can afford the
best things in life for their kids, which is very good. But they have
to be careful what they expose their kids to at an early age. For
instance, some parents need to realise that at a certain age there are
some places that their young daughters should not go, and there are some
friends they cannot be extremely close to. This might sound harsh but
trust me, the saying, “show me your friends and I will tell you who you
are”, is very strong.
My
daughter was invited to the shopping mall by her classmate whom she
said was also a friend and I insisted that the child minder and my
second daughter must accompany her. Hours later, when they came back it
was my younger daughter that told me that the girl who invited them was
wearing the kind of shorts I said they cannot wear. I called the minder
so she could explain and she said the girl was wearing hot pants and
was pointing at a bottle in the alcohol stand, saying her dad allowed
her to drink that adult drink and it was very nice.
Of
course, my older daughter came to me and said, “Mum her shorts had
Hanna Montana designs on them and they were really nice”. When I got up
and gave my daughter “the look” (she understands that look very well),
nobody told her to end her statement with “(but then again it was just
too short and I didn’t like that)”. I had to refuse any more gatherings
or meetings between my kids and the girl in question because I could
only imagine what a little girl her age would already have been exposed
to. Kids learn faster from their peers and television. This brings me to
the next one.
Peer Pressure:
This is the most common one because young girls who are not properly
grounded at home can be very gullible. They want to belong, they don’t
want to be laughed at or ignored; so once they see other girls doing it,
getting away with it and attracting the opposite sex, they believe it’s
the way forward. I have seen young girls who would rather starve, or
not pay for exams or even medicals, than miss out on the newest skimpy
skirt or cleavage showing tops, just to feel accepted by others who are
neck deep in it. If a young girl does not follow this trend, they are
called “old fashioned”, “old school”, “mama Africa”, “sister mary”,
“ITK”, “booky” and so on. No young girl wants her peers to call her
that, so automatically they would conform.
Psychological:
There are various psychological reasons that push young girls into this
mode. A lot of young girls cannot handle pressure. It breaks them
down. Most of them have parents that are not their friends and therefore
cannot share their thoughts and concerns. You find that most of them
either bottle these things up and then explode one day and do the
extreme; or they avoid the psychological trauma by following others so
they are not different.
Some
young girls have gone through a lot at a tender age which has really
disturbed them psychologically. Some have low self esteem, some feel
they are not appreciated because they are not as pretty as their sisters
or friends; others feel because their parents insult them with words
like, “you good for nothing girl”, “you are useless in this house.”
etc. The think the only thing they are good for is using their bodies
to attract men to make money so they can be useful. Some actually have
said that they wear crazy and revealing clothes to make up for other
areas of their bodies that are not so nice e.g. face.
You
would be surprised that when you listen to most of these young girls
talk about reasons behind what they do; instead of judging or insulting
them you would be compelled to help them because most of them are
misguided and some have been physically and mentally abused. So this for
them is their way of rebelling and punishing their folks.
We
need to find a way of showing them that we are not judging them but
want to help. They have to be taught that “people protect what they
love, cherish and respect. So if you treat your body like it’s an object
or a tool to get something by exposing it and showing the whole world
things that should be covered, then it means that you don’t love,
cherish and respect your body”.
It
is also our responsibility as celebrities, role models, house hold
names, etc. to set good examples and show the younger generation that
decency is very important. We tend to forget that we are being watched,
especially by these young girls who want to be like us. They copy
whatever we do, how we walk, talk, dress, behave and even our
expressions. We have to be careful with the way we do things that
influence the impressionable minds. These young girls will listen to
their favourite stars and emulate them more than their own mothers or
sisters.
A
lot of people may hate me or call me names because of this article but
like I always say, these are my thoughts and my opinion. I have a
responsibility and that is to speak the truth that I know.
Let us try to mentor these girls even when it seems they are not interested.
Quote: Dress the way you want to be addressed.
Thursday, 29 March 2012
Orphanage Business By Stella Damsasus
Forgive me if this article offends or affects you, I am just speaking from the heart, thoughts, experience and research.
Phew! Since that is settled, let me proceed into this world of
business which has become very lucrative, though this side of it is
being swept under the carpet.
I remember vividly a few years ago during Christmas, my kids and I
were at home. Later that day, my first daughter walked up to me and
asked why we were home just eating, watching movies, praying and playing
dress up as usual. I told her that we had fun the previous day and the
day before that, so I wondered what she wanted. She stylishly reminded
me that most of her cousins had travelled, others were at a resort, some
friends were at the park, some have gone swimming and the list was
long. I turned and told her that she should be grateful that she has a
roof over her head, she has more than enough to eat and drink, she had
family and a parent who loves her to bits. I saw the look on her face
and an idea popped up in my head. You see, I learnt that with children,
words don’t work for them all the time, they do better with pictures and
experiences.
I remembered that during one of our sessions at the Project Alert
Shelter, I was introduced to three young girls who were abused by their
own father and could not be saved by their mother who was a foreigner. I
remembered that as the court battle raged, the three girls were taken
to an orphanage, even though I had volunteered to take care of them till
the end of the court case.
Anyway, I decided that to teach my children more about appreciation, I
will take them to an orphanage so they can see other kids who have
nothing but appreciate what little they have. I also wanted an
opportunity to see the three lovely girls again.
We went out to a nearby market and bought rice, oil, packed up
clothes that we could give out and other things we didn’t need anymore
and drove to the orphanage. When we got there, we asked one of the
matrons who we could see and where we could drop the things we brought.
She quickly asked me to bring out everything and follow her; then she
called other women who were working there to assist us.
As we got to the store, I was overwhelmed, because there was no
space to even stand. The room looked like a warehouse filled with goods
that a whole city could feast on. It really made me happy because I
began to love Nigerians more for their love and care for the
less-privileged, seeing all they had been contributing.
There was no space to put the gifts we had brought, so they took me to
the back of the store where there were other things on the floor that
could not fit in there.
I was filled with so much joy, and in the excitement I told them my
children would love to see the kids there and share some pencils and
erasers themselves. But they said it was not possible and asked me to go
and come back some other time. So I threatened to report them to the
appropriate authorities; it was a festive season and people should be
allowed to show love and spend time with these children. After some
minutes of really causing a scene, we were finally allowed to see the
children. I would not normally do that if I had not noticed two children
who had peeped when we were walking in, and kept waving at us. I just
could not stop thinking about them, so I had to insist.
Well, this is where my story begins and I am sure some of you have the same story to tell.
They then suggested that we stayed in front of the hostels so that
they can call everybody out to receive the gifts. For some reason, I
insisted that they should allow me into the rooms, but my children could
stay out with my cousin and give out the gifts.
As I walked into the boys ward, I immediately understood why they
had been reluctant to let us see them. The odour oozing out of that room
was enough to make a pig run mad. I saw some of the boys looking really
skinny and unkempt, their sheets were old and dirty, no books nor toys
around them, especially the little ones. My heart broke and my throat
began to hurt as I struggled to hold back the tears. In anger, I stormed
out and walked straight into the girls accomodations. Oh, trust me,
this time my head was spinning, I thought I was going to pass out. In
order not to offend sensitive people reading this, I will restrain from
giving a vivid picture of what I saw, smelt and experienced. Only God
knows what would have happened if I had entered their toilets.
I came out to where the kids had gathered and there I spotted my
three lovely girls. I hugged them so tight to the point that the matron
started wondering what the connection was. From wondering, it turned to
obvious unease because she was not sure what I would find out. I took
the oldest of them aside and asked her what was going on, and why they
were all looking sick and funny. She said they were only given food when
their caretakers were satisfied. I didn’t understand that, so I told
her that I could not accept her story because of the overfull warehouse I
saw. She laughed and said, “aunty you don’t know that you people have
been bringing gifts and food for their own homes and children. We see
the amount of things people bring regularly, especially during festive
periods but at night when they are going home, they share most of these
things and take them home”.
She added that, “aunty if you want me to be alive, please don’t say I
told you anything”. I promised her and went to see the matron, and
before I opened my mouth to talk, she started telling me how difficult
the job can be, how the work takes them away from their families and
other things, how tasking it can be to take care of other people’s
children. I got so angry that I said: “Madam, did anyone force you to
sign up for this job?” She could not answer me, so I told her that I
didn’t really understand why people donate so much but it does not
reflect on these children.
It’s amazing how we create wrong impressions of ourselves in this
country. Nigerians actually give, especially to orphans but go to some
of these orphanages, year-in-year-out they are the same, and it then
seems like nobody cares, not realising that the people who run some of
these homes are just greedy.
I took my kids and we got into the car, as we drove out of there,
they were both crying and talking about some of the kids they interacted
with. My second daughter actually said: “Mummy, can’t we take them out
of that terrible place and bring them to our house? I can sleep on the
floor so some of them can take my bed, I can also share my toys with
them.” I told her that if it were possible, I would gladly do it. Then
she asked me why I can’t take, even if it’s just one or two at least. I
laughed it off but it got me thinking. So, I called Aunty Josephine of
Project Alert and lamented bitterly about my experience at the
orphanage. She was so upset and we both agreed that at the next hearing,
we would tell the judge that we want to take care of them till they
reached a final verdict.
I spoke to a lawyer who said I may not get the court to allow me to
temporarily take care of the two younger girls, but the older girl was
old enough to decide where she wants to go. So, I quickly went to the
orphanage again and told the matron I needed to discuss the girls’ case,
so she should let me see her. They gave me ten minutes to speak with
her, and I asked her what she wanted. She replied that she would love to
stay with her siblings, but she also knows that her being in there
would not help her case. She was the only one who could testify against
her father and so she had to be safe and healthy in order to win the
case so that another family can take care of them.
I went to meet the matron to discuss adoption, and that was where part two of my story began.
She
said: “Madam, I hope you are ready for this and not give up because you
know that you might be on this adoption process for two years”. I asked
why she said that, and when she started telling me what I had to do
just to adopt a child and not to build a church with three hundred naira
only, I knew something was wrong somewhere. That was when I decided to
start investigating some of these orphanages.
In a week, I discovered over 20 orphanages in Ikeja and they had
plenty of children. Every other street has one hidden orphanage. Then, I
wondered why people didn’t like adopting children, because I know a
lot of people who really want to adopt kids. I asked a few people whom I
knew wanted children why they have not thought of adoption. Contrary to
popular belief, it is not just about the society and the stigma, it’s
the fact that these orphanages make it humanly impossible for you to
adopt the kids.
And they make sure you get frustrated. This is what I found out:
Orphanages are entitled to grants from foreign organisations and most of
them have offices in Ghana, South Africa and Kenya. Once you are a
registered orphanage, you can apply for funds that they will sent
monthly. In Nigeria too, the government makes sure that they adopt some
of these orphanages, thereby sending them money for school, food and
other basic amenities. At least, I know of one in Lekki that the former
Governor of the State, Asiwaju Bola Tinubu adopted, and all the children
there started bearing his name.
The catch is that you must have a certain number of children that you
are taking care of to qualify for the grants, and to be adopted.
I
never would have believed it if I had not gone there to try and adopt, I
have also sent other people to go and try, and they all have different
stories to tell.
However, I must point out here that not all of them are the same.
There are some credible ones that I have visited personally, and it gave
me hope that there are still a group of people who really do care,
places like Heritage Homes, SOS Children’s Village and others. I also
give kudos to Mr and Mrs Femi Akintunde Johnson who set up Angel of
Hope. They have shown so much love and support for these children.
I went to Heritage Homes some years ago and I was so happy with the
quality of life and attention the kids were getting. Merely seeing the
pictures of when the kids were brought in and how transformed they now
are, proved that they are for real.
The
next phase of my story will be in another article, but just to give you
a small idea: I also discovered that some of these women who carry two
to three children at the same time under the sun to beg for money
actually rent these children from some orphanages and they split the
proceeds at the end of the day. More gist later o.
Truth
is, I know that I will face a lot or criticisms, insults, threats and
what have you. I have to speak the truth from what I have experienced
and I advise that the government should send people to check out most of
these orphanages because we are talking about the lives of children
here, most of whom have been deprived of love, affection and attention.
Quote:
The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of
comfort and convenience but where he stands in times of challenges.
—Martin Luther King
Read more on celebregion: http://www.celebregion.com/2012/03/orphanage-business-by-stella-damsasus.html#ixzz1ij3aONAp
Monday, 26 March 2012
Actors Guild Of Nigeria Election Postponed As Stella Damasus Steps Down
Her publicist confirmed the development to PM news “Yes, Stella is no longer contesting for reasons she would like keep to herself. But she is still a member of AGN and will continue to support the guild in her capacity. She recently enrolled some members of the guild for free training at her arts academy, and that will be a continuous effort from her, whether she is an AGN executive or not,” the publicist stated.
The AGN election which was supposed to hold march 17 in Ekiti has now been postponed to April 27 and 28 ,2012. Emeka Rollas, Ibinabo fibresima and steve eboh are vying for the Guild's top position .The venue for the election will soon be disclosed

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