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delicious Dillish Wins BBA The CHASE 2013

                                                                Story courtesy: riverajooa blog

Namibia’s Dillish Matthews was easily the most recognisable face at the outset of the BBA-The Chase. She left many clueless over the many names and references to her both in and out of the Big Brother Africa house.

She bears Tafadzwa Pearl Billings on her Facebook account.And on it she wrote:

“Please don’t add me, I have no interest in meeting new people,” ‘Dillish’ says on her Tafadzwa Pearl Billings Facebook account. But don’t take that to heart because she promises to do the adding herself in the very next line: “I’ll do the adding, you accept or ignore, which ever tickles your fancy.”

The misspelling of tickles catches the eye of the reader and it does say some things about how meticulous she can be.

 

If you are still engrossed in reading her profile she begins to say things that will put the ordinary reader off. “Like seriously, I don’t know what else you want me to say, why you still reading?” she inquires. But if that didn’t bring her out as uncouth, the next line nails it: “I don’t want to be your friend stop reading me! Go away! No!!!”The non-use of a period after the first sentence becomes even more noticeable after the first sentence here.

 

While you worry about that she reveals her love for playing the guitar and doing her hair. The hair part is in line since she models. But she loves ponies and princess stories too.

 

“ I don’t believe enemies should become friends,” she states. And adds:  “Clearly it’s not meant to be.”

By this time she feels you have known enough and tells you to ‘go away.’ But before you say ‘what the heck?’ she blows a kiss “Mwaaaah,” and signs off, “Thanks for the add.”

 

For a favourite quote, Dillish is stern: “Don’t call me hot, I’m a woman not a cup of tea,” she says.  It is noteworthy that Tafadzwa Billings gives her place of abode as Potchefstroom, an academic city in the North West Province of South Africa.

 

Is she Zimbabwean or Namibian?

The Tafadzwa name which Dillish bears has given rise to insinuations that she is Zimbabwean.  It is Shona and means ‘we are happy.’ But that is a name that has brought her more worries than happiness on social media. Her accent lays more credence to the Zimbabwean claims that she may have grown up in Zimbabwe just like last year’s Namibian reps -Eve and Edith - that only crossed the border in their teens. But some other fans are punching holes with the Tafadzwa Pearl Billings account which they believe is a fake. But the fact that the pictures on the account were uploaded in 2012, long before Dillish became popular in Zimbabwe seems to rubbish the fake account claims. The confusion is already pitting Big Brother Africa fans of both countries against each other. A certain Tawanda guy who has ‘liked’ the uploaded pictures on the Billings account is touted as the originator of the ‘fake ‘account.

 

Dillish Mathews, the princess?

 

With 14,034 likes, The Dillish Mathews page is described as the official Facebook page of ‘Matthews: business person, model, and entertainer representing Namibia in Big Brother Africa., The Chase.

The short bio of the 22-year-old on the page reveals that Dillish is the reigning Miss University Africa 1st Princess. But this is the page that is clearly buzzing for Dillish because the wall posts are up-to-the-minute. The backing she receives alongside Maria as part of ‘Team Marlish’ is evident here. The support from Namibia’s home affairs and immigration minister was evident here as a picture of the duo with the lovely minister received some buzz herewith 82 likes as at Thursday by 6.57p.m.

 

Part of Dellish-marlish Dillish?

The Dillish that goes by Dellish-marlish Dilllish lives in Windhoek and is from Rundu, in Namibia.  The Facebook wall picture is one that also bears Maria Nepembe’s face. The page seems to suggest that it was created for the Big Brother Africa show. With only about two posts with the last post on June 3, 2013, it is likely this page has been abandoned by its creator. The ‘Marlish’ in this instance refers to the Maria connection.
 

Maria’s friend...

 

Dillish’s friendship with country woman Maria Nepembe suggests that the duo knew each other outside the Big Brother house. And the many pictures of the duo together on the various accounts suggest a strong friendship

Dillish Oshiomhole?

Very early on The Chase, Dillish disclosed that she had been to Edo State, Nigeria as part of a Miss Universities contingent that visited Governor Adams Oshiomhole in Benin. But what got most Nigerian BBA fans interested was her claim that the comrade governor gave the beauty queens $3,000 each. And some have branded her Dillish Oshiomhole – just to commemorate that visit.  How many beauty queens were on that entourage, Dillish?

The Show.

Namibia's Dillish Mathews won the Big Brother Africa, The Chase! The first time that a Namibian housemate won the continental reality TV show.

After expressing her desires to be the first woman to win the Big Brother grand prize since Zambia's Cherise did so seven seasons ago, Dillish has done it for all of Africa's women!

The gorgeous Namibian started her Chase race as the proverbial underdog and was labeled everything from lazy to a pampered princess. As the Chase rolled on however, Dillish quickly emerged as a very strong contender for the Chase title and won her fellow Housemates and Africa over, with her quirky, accented alter ego, aptly titled Princess Dillish.

The Namibian made sure to stay away from trouble and coasted through the Chase by taking her place behind the scenes. 

While her fellow housemates got themselves into hot water, fighting and gossiping their way to what they hoped was the top of the mountain, Dillish remained grounded and maintained cordial relations with her fellow housemates.

The only time the Namibian got herself in a spot of trouble was when she and her good friend, Nigeria's Melvin, had a disagreement after she told her fellow housemates about a relationship he was involved in, which was less than stellar. 

Dillish and Cleo proved to all and sundry that women are indeed a force of nature. The two hotties pipped their male counterparts, Elikem and Melvin to the top 2 while, as well as their close friend Beverly.

Before the big news was delivered, Pebbles the fish surprised all and sundry with one last speech. "On behalf of myself and the other fish, I would like to congratulate you on your amazing feat. You are the 'specialest' ladies in Africa," Pebbles said.

However, one thing is clear! On 25th of August,2013 was Dillish's night and oh what a moment it was! As soon as the Namibian was announced the winner of the Chase, the Namibian broke down in a heap of tears at the realisation that she has a cool USD 300,000 in her bank account.

 Here is how Africa Voted this week (25 August 2013) - Congratulations to Dillish (Namibia) on winning The Chase.

Angola: Dillish

Botswana: Cleo
Ghana: Elikem
Kenya: Dillish
Ethiopia: Beverly
Malawi: Cleo
Namibia: Dillish
Nigeria: Melvin
South Africa: Cleo
Sierra Leone: Elikem
Tanzania: Dillish
Uganda: Dillish
Zambia: Cleo
Zimbabwe: Elikem
Rest of Africa: Melvin

Total: Dillish = 5, Cleo = 4, Elikem = 3, Melvin = 2, Beverly = 1.

Big Up BIG! Till 2014!

Signs of Maturity..

I believe most people would appreciate the comment made by BBA The CHASE, 2013 Tanzania representative, Feza Kessy in response to IK questions about her boyfriend in the house, that is how people in relationships should react:

 

“I had my doubts – I tried so hard because I wanted him to trust me. Then I put myself in his shoes and I realized I would react the same way. I thought I owed it to him to earn that trust,” she said.

Married or Not, this is very useful..

 

I am a firm believer in keeping marriages revived and alive and when I see something that touches my heart, I love sharing with my friends!

We all need to keep our relationships alive and exciting and filled with love till death do us part. I was married for 37 years until death took my husband away within a few minutes and I was always faithful to him. And please remember that cancer or any other sickness should make your marriage stronger, not tear it apart. After you read this, stop and tell your spouse that you love them and give them a big hug and always cherish your relationship! Sheila.

“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

 I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.

At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.

So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. If you are not in a relationship now, remember this for the second (or third) time around. It's never too late.

By sharing this, you just might save a marriage.

Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.

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