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YOUR DAUGHTER: WHEN SHE IS NOT TALKING TO YOU

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WHEN SHE IS NOT TALKING TO YOU I welcome you all to Tales by Olola, a blog where we discuss topical issues, share opinions and help one another to be re-positioned, in other to live a purposeful life. I am your loyal host, Olabusola Olorunnowo Yes Who Does She Confides In It  is expedient to have a good or a growing relationship with your children, as this goes a long way to determine their lifestyle to large extent. One of the resultant effects of this action is that whenever, you are on the same page, it would seem like the whole world is intact . The focus of today's discourse is on parent- daughter relationship. How much of your girl child do you know. Have you taken time out to know her thoroughly like knowing her friends, her mentor, her desires, dreams, taste,likes and dislikes and much more.  Having done a brief research on this subject, it so happens that some school of thought believe it is wrong to be your child's friend while the second

SEX: LITTLE BUT CRUCIAL FACTS

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Having a spectacular SEX life   * ** ** ** * Olabusola Olorunnowo, is here again on Review by Olabusola, with yet another interesting episode and this time, it is not just educating but sensational. This is that juncture, where we take a look at practical ways of sustaining your marriage with emphasis on having a spectacular sex.

On& On

On Tales by Olola today, we took a visit to Olabusola Olorunnowo's poem Library and here is what we have for you. I remain your loyal writer Olabusola Olorunnowo. On & On  I have gained some weight But when I shed my weight Its like a rainfall It drops like snow balls On it some learn On it some thread Like a tree my leaves are renewed And ever green are mine I live on and on in you In Christ Jesus I live ... 28 th Feb. 2014  Yes Death Why hate death Why rate who should die And when to die Even I   "Oh she’s too young to die" Is there a time to die Yes there is a hidden clock  Ticking and ticking and ticking with veiled time  Die at dawn or at dusk All will go right But death speaks to us With crying light It warns us Not to hate it But prepare for it 27 th February, 2014 11:57pm  Same time More and more are they Who birth them And who bath them With same trait At a high rate They