Which Way Nlng?

Abeg, make una no vex. which NLNG job are u guys talking about, is it the HSEQ Advisor job. Have they organized a test?

You've got some humour there too

Indeed Kuwena's 'Litany of Love' has brought to the fore, peeps who were long-thought 'dead'.
Genius Quality Yes, I agree, Kuwena has got some traits.

Lest I forget, your reference to Psalms made me go searching my online Bible

Opokonwa, I will take special time to reply you word for word. Believe me.

I will talk more later.

kuwena, visit page 114- April 02, 2008 of our noble thread and u ll c the very words which i used! Then you will reaffirm (u av already affirmed) that there's a God in heaven! , I really can't wait to receive my first congregation- opoks, stannesi, aniffy, jisi, pak, pgm, kenosym, alfaprime (u fit even be the preacher while i hold on to the treasury , eve kuwena fit dey manage my US chapter na1

Congrats Kuwena!!! I am glad that you are set on the course that you must follow. I am also particularly glad that you can now follow your dreams and forget about your current job, because you don't seem to enjoy it. However, one thing i must advise is this: the reality of US may not be as perfect as your expectation. . .  so please give room for slight differences.

As a parting thought;

"Too many times we question who we are to feel confident, favoured, exceptionally blessed and special, but  who are we not to. . . ?"

Selah

Well, well! To think that it was actually during the very same few days I was offline that such an interesting post as this Litany of love would come on board! Actually had a serious task at hand, which I felt required maximum concentration while it lasted, hence I decided to postpone the renewal of my internet subscription for a few days when it expired last week. And before I knew it, the few days dragged to about 5 whole days, nearly a week!

Anyway, good to be back. Am I still permitted to submit my own litany? It may not be as elaborate as some of those I've read, I must fore warn. Just as I must also warmly thank all those who have taken out precious time to write glowing tributes some of us, especially those who had some words for AlfaPrime.

@kuwena
Undoubtedly, this is the guy who started the thread and played his pwn part to grow it to this length and level. Kuwena, You're sure a complex chap; but that's ok by me. What's way off is when a chap gets complicated, which u're not. I have always admired your comand of literary skills and graphic prowess. Keep it up. Seems u could make a captivating narrative essay out of almost anything. I guess part of what has endeared u to me is the common passion for writing that I believe we both share; In fact, the title u gave your autobiography amazingly sounds somehow like that of my autobiography (it's actually more like a summary of my secondary school days). keep up the good work, man.

@Kennosky.
Epitome of versatility on the thread. Talk football, talk investment, talk jokes, talk practically any amiable topic under the sun and he's right there. You're undoubtedly one of the reasons behind the survival and flourishing of the thread. Kudos. You have a way of lifting people's spirits and cashing in on any opportunity to encourage the discouraged. Keep it up also.

@Opoks.
Everyone of course knows that this is the bold, forthright, courageous guy on the thread. Speaks his mind, not minding whose ox is gored, to borrow an already used adjectival phrase here. You also know how to pitch your tent somewhere and stick to your guns. Opoks, while I don't know much of your financial leanings, u remind me so much of what a resource person once said at a financial seminar I attended: "People tell you, 'don't put all your eggs in one basket', but for me, I say, 'put all your eggs in one basket, and then WATCH THAT BASKET!'" But then, in such a shifty, changing, wishy-washy world, it's good to have those who are as true as their word.

@Pak
All hail. Welcome back with full honours. I wonder where You ran to. Your hilarious anecdotes and insighful commentaries on the foreign football leagues have been tremendously missed on the thread. Not mentioning your timely and relevant scriptural quotes. God bless.

@Jisi
Looking forward to talking with you, even if we can't meet in person. You have a lot in common with Ken, especially where joviality is concerned. I get the impression that You're one who hardly ever allows herself to get annoyed, because you're so willing to see the lighter side of everything. Tell You what, Jisi, if you put up that attitude at work, it's sure goin to fetch you a good pile of work (a la increased targets) because your bosses and colleagues have marked you out as some one who "works very well, even under pressure". But then, I wager it'll also fetch You some good recommendations and promotions. Stay hot on the wire (thread, I mean)

Time would fail me to acknowledge every other person now. I must come back to finish this noble task as soon as I can. Those who have already printed the litanies (any plural word like that???) should please return to this page to print again, so You can also carry my words of friendship with you through the days of life ahead,  But am sure that even if You can't, an exellent memory should prove much helpful enough,

cheers everyone, wishing You a lovely and memorable workers' day.


@Kuwena
Congrats on your successful visa interview. Guess time for "parting" (or is it departure) advice will come later. For now, enjoy!!!

I am an orphan boy. My father died when I was not yet six years old. And six years later, my mother died as well. I was very young. And I knew nothing.

But I did not stay young. There was a time when I had to go and live with my father's younger brother at Owerri. I found him a viciously wicked and jealous man. He did not want me to be useful in life. He did all in his power to make sure that I ended up good for nothing.

So I left. I discovered that I had to choose between two alternatives: have a family, or succeed in life. So I chose to succeed. When I was leaving him, I did not have a particular destination in mind. I just grabbed my bag, and I was out into the wild world on my own. And all he did was laugh. The last thing he ever told me was: 'Your father thought he was a disciplined man, that he was discipline itself; where is he today, is he not six feet in the grave? And you are going the same way.' I said, 'Back to sender,' and I slammed the door behind me. That was four years ago.

I loved God. As a destitute orphan, he was the only one I had. I prayed to him. I prayed like Queen Esther did, when Haman threatened to annihilate the Jews. She said to Yahweh: 'O God, ever since I was small, my elders have told me that you chose Israel out of all the nations to be your special people.' It was so I told God. I put all my trust in him. I knew he was sufficient for me. I knew that with him I would never have to need the Nze family anymore.

I read my bible fervently, even as I suffered. I prayed the psalms everyday. Even today, there are some I know by heart. My favourite was Psalm 129:

Upon all the bad things they have been doing to me since I was young
Israel must say this again:
Upon all the bad things they have been doing to me since I was young
They have not overcome me;
Plowmen have been plowing on my back with longer and longer furrows
But now Yahweh the Righteous has shattered the yoke of the wicked.
So let them all be thrown into confusion, them that hate Zion;
Let them be like grass on the rooftops that shrivels before it blooms
With which neither the reaper nor the gatherer fills his arms,
And to which no passerby says, 'Yahweh's blessing be on you.'

I also liked Psalm 124:

What if Yahweh was not on our side?
Israel should answer this question:
What if Yahweh was not on our side
When they attacked us?
If Yahweh was not on our side when they attacked us,
They would have swallowed us alive
In the heat of their rage
The waters would have gone over us
The torrents would have swept us away;
Either the waters or the torrents
Would have drowned us in their turbulent waves.
But blessed be Yahweh who has not let us fall prey to their teeth,
Who has let us escape like birds from the net of the fowler;
Having torn the net, he let us escape.
Our help is in the name of Yahweh, who made both heaven and earth.

With these passages of Scripture, I was strengthened for the difficulty of those years. Then I graduated and went to Service. Yahweh was still all I had. I was a fervent Christian, praying all day and all night long.

Until realization struck. It was a name. The Nigeria Liquefied Natural Gas (NLNG). I will never forget my NLNG experience. Of all the things I have wanted, perhaps I have wanted NLNG the most. At a point in life, NLNG was all I thought I needed. NLNG seemed like the perfect climax to all my suffering. NLNG, I compose a poem for you:

NLNG
Gas of flaring stops
Purple fires in red bands roaring
Defying terrestrial antidotes of air
Manipulating windy blasts
Filling ocean-going vessels
Taking in her stride
The blue-white ethers convoluting
Strong and pressing, yet condensed
And trapped of steel
Lucrative enterprise on the seas
Selling abroad and filling local coffers
Costly of make, costly of trade
Abounding in the glory of natural wealth
Beneath the earth
Forever wed to black gold
By the Maker's hand.
With helmeted men and office people
With government spending and senators' laws
With poverty stricken communities ogling
The Nigeria Liquefied Natural Gas company
Stand still sure
Defiant of them all.

I made the second sacrifice. The first had been the sacrifice of family. My so-called uncle and his brothers were jealous of me. They did not want me to succeed. They daily cast spells for my undoing. I knew that with them, I could not stand a chance; I could not be all God intended for me to be. I had to make the first sacrifice. I slaughtered my family on the altar of success. They were to be dead to me, and I to them. You know, these days I think I understand why some of the ritualists ask people to get their closest family member for money ritual. There seems to me to be a sound logic in this: if you can do without your mother, then you are ruthless enough to be wealthy. It is four years plus since I left the Nze family, and I have considered them dead in my psyche. I don't think of my so-called brothers, and I do not feel responsible to them in any way. They don't even exist to me. That is why, Your Excellency, when I read of your telling me to help my brothers and stuff, I just laugh, ha ha ha; ha ha ha; ha ha ha ha aha ahaha. I have no family. Full stop. They are dead to me, and I am dead to them. They killed my father, for no just cause and buried him in the family house at Owerri.

Then I decided I would sacrifice Nigeria. It was to be the second sacrifice. I looked at this my so-called country through and through, and I despised it. I despised it in my heart. When I left the Nze family, I was almost due for the Federal Government Scholarship. In that same year, the scheme was discontinued in my school, and I couldn't get to apply. But even before then, my mother had died, thanks to this country. She had been a Major in the Nigerian Army. Let me tell you how exactly she died. I shall copy the relevant part from Ninety Negro Numbers:


Before The Forty-Second Number

I was in secondary school then. It was Monday morning, and our class teacher, Mr. Oladele, stepped in to call the roll. Then he looked directly at us and said, ‘There was a plane crash yesterday. Military officers going for training to Jaji fell into the swamp. All are feared dead.’ Hot water was in my heart, and I pinched my seatmate, Olayinka. He read the horror in my face. We said nothing, only waited for the teacher to leave, and then I told him.
‘Yinka, mother was on that plane.’
‘How can you be so sure?’
‘She’s doing the military course at Jaji.’
‘Yes, but that is not proof that she has been involved in the crash. Shall we run after Mr. Oladele and ask him?’
‘Yes, let’s.’
We ran after Mr. Oladele who, on hearing our slapping steps, turned around and demanded to know why we were following him. ‘Sir,’ I said, ‘I fear my mother was on that plane – did the news supply the list of victims?’ My teacher loved each of us dearly.  He took my hands in his. ‘Onyenachi,’ he said, ‘you know how to pray, don’t you?’ I said I did. ‘Do not let the devil paint pictures in your head. You must be strong, Nze, and you must pray.’ I nodded. He looked at me, smiled wryly and left. I must pray. Yinka nodded too, as if he read my mind, and we walked together back to the classroom. Later that day, I did pray.
   
‘Onyenachi!’
I got up hurriedly from my bed. Muyiwa had come to fetch me. He said there were some people in the general lobby waiting to see me. I at once doubled all the way there. I saw Mr. Odo, Mrs. Osuji, Mrs. Adejumo and Uche. I greeted them well. They looked at me without responding. Finally, it was Mr. Odo, a family friend, who spoke: ‘Onyenachi, something has happened. Is there anything in your dormitory you want to bring along? We have come to fetch you.’ The world had ended. I recalled what Mr. Oladele had said. Prayer had been useless. I nodded. Tears stung my eyes, and then I turned around and ran all the way down to my hostel room. I recalled the little Jane Eyre shut away by her wicked aunt in the dark room, as she prayed that nothing sinister would cascade down the chimney and fetch her away. ‘We have come to fetch you… to fetch you… to fetch you…. No!’ I stopped my ears, and fell on my bed, panting. Then I opened my locker. The first thing I saw was the novel I had been reading. It was Chinua Achebe’s No Longer At Ease. It told the story too well. I grabbed it and a few other things into my bag.  Sinister spirits were singing a dirge about fetching little girls away with dead mothers. I slammed my locker shut and ran back to the lobby.

Along the road back to Festac, my fetchers talked about every other thing, except the something that had happed; which was fine, as it allowed me to soon get bored and sleep off, waking only to Mr. Odo’s voice saying, ‘We’re here!’ I looked around. This was Festac alright, but we were not at our own house. This was the Osuji’s home at Third Avenue.  And here were all my brothers: Chinemere, Chidi and Chima.  I was perplexed.

They all looked morose. I entered the room and sat down. It was Chidi that broke the silence.
                ‘Welcome.  How was school?’  It was an irrelevant question.
   ‘Chidi,’ I called.
   ‘Hmmph?’
   ‘Why did they come to fetch me?’
He did not answer, simply looked away. I sighed, then got up and went to sit on the verandah.  I passed by Chima, our youngest brother.  He was not playing as usual; he too was gazing in stupor. I saw one of my Osuji cousins, Ogechi. I hailed her half-heartedly, and then pulling her aside, I asked, ‘Oge, why did they come to fetch me?’ ‘Let me not be the one that would say what would make someone faint-o!’ And she hurried away.

I slumped onto the flower bed. I had guessed right. Mama was dead. She had not lived up to a hundred and twenty years as I had hoped. She had left me quickly. I did not cry.  There was no need.

Later that day, my maternal uncle Kirian came to introduce us to our new mother. It was to be Mrs. Osuji. I looked at her perched on the tall stool by my side. I knew it would not work. We watched the nine o’clock news later on and heard my mother’s name called of the victims: Major G.N. Nze.  It was all over. Nigeria had killed her.


 
As a stage hand, fix up a woman’s dressed corpse onto a catafalque, and get a young boy in mourning to kneel by it and chant this poem soulfully to his dead mother on the still hearse. From time to time as the condition grips him, he falls onto the dead body and weeps; at others, he composes himself and talks resolutely of what he must do. He continues to speak, as a soft dirge plays off stage. Curtains.
















You Died, Mama

Mama, what must you have been thinking
As the plane entered the marsh?
You must have been crying for me,
Who will take care of my son!
I see you clutch your breasts in horror
As a gasp escapes your lips
I hear you shout my name,
O, Onyenachi’a!
The tears must have flowed freely
As your head repeatedly hit the backrest
The gargantuan machine whirled speedily down
Your heart sank with it.
The black exhaust tired you
Whimpering of desire to see me again
Imagination could not help
You felt numb.
It was then you died, mama
They left the plane two days in the swamp
They wanted you to die – all of you,
The crème of the Army.
Suffocating heat and stench pressed your chest
Throttled you away to the other side
Where men walk with their heads
Their feet in the air.
I recall you came to me later
To explain it was not your fault
You never wanted to leave me
But I was too pained to listen.
I kept on asking why
A quiz you could not attempt
Why was it you had to die
When you did?
Mama, do you know I am an orphan now?
Those brothers-in-law of yours
Have pushed me off,
I am now destitute.
The other day I was hungry
But I had no money
I remembered wryly how you used to insist
Eat more, you are not stuffed yet.
Mama, things have changed since that day.
Chinemere is no longer doing well
He has left school
He says he can't go on.
All Chidi does is slave for Dominic
That wicked man at Lagos
Chima cries everyday; he is confused
He even says he wants to be a priest.
I am struggling for them all
I want them to change
To be as they were when you
Were still with us.
I have not dropped out again mama,
I will graduate this year
Even if you will not be there
To rejoice with me.
Someday I will make money
And gather my brothers together
As it once was,
It will be like you were here again.
But you will be watching us from heaven
With beady eyes
Not the tears you shed on the plane
But with joy.
I know who killed you, mama
It is Ambrose
He knows a lot of juju
He willed that plane fall down.
As you cascaded from heaven
Into the darkness of the swamp
They rejoiced and clapped,
What will they do when you rise again?
I recall what you used to say, mama.
I am a man now
I will do my best
I will not let you down.
Is papa there with you?
What of that footballer, Samuel?
My name too is Sam,
But I prefer Onyenachi’a.





For many years now my spirit has not been with this nation, though my body has been. It is not as if I hate the country; but I know I'll never amount to anything here. The country limits me with its inferior ways. I feel as if I'm slowly dying everyday in this country. I feel as if the longer I stay in this nation the nearer I draw to my grave. This country has meant sorrow and deprivation, limitation and strife for me. I want out. I want to exhale. I want to stretch. I want to breathe. I want to explode with the greatness of the gods. I want to be with the greatest of the greatest of the great; with the makers of the aeroplane; with the writers of Pilgrim's Progress; with the architects of the Pentagon; with the dicoverers of Einstein's theorem; with the leaders of global thought. That is why when people use words like: proudly Nigerian; Naija l'ewa wa, and so forth, all I can do is sigh. Nigeria is not my country in spirit; I am not of true value here. She killed my mother, whether she meant to or not, and buried her in the Federal Capital, at Abuja.

Most recently, I made the third and last sacrifice. Myself. And it was NLNG that drove me to this third and probably last sacrifice. My uncles had driven me to sacrifice my family. The C-130 plane crash in 1992 had driven me to sacrifice my country. Nlng drove me to sacrifice myself. On that day I realized that I had lost NLNG, I died. That was the last straw. If you read my poem, You Died Mama, you would see that as at the time I wrote it, I had not sacrificed myself. Though I had sacrificed my family, I still reserved a portion for my nuclear household, because I considered them to be part of me. And I felt I could convince them to leave the Nze family with me. That was what I meant by 'gathering them together'. NLNG provided the greatest source of hope that that could happen. I felt with a job like NLNG I could easily call my brothers to me, and help them. Alas, that was not to be. I discovered that not only was I to sacrifice my family, I was to sacrifice my dreams for my brothers. Indeed, I was to sacrifice all my former ideals: marrying Princess Ugonna at age 29; building a house for myself and my children; retaining Jude as my bestfriend; remaining a Christian; indeed, all I used to hold dear died in me, together with the NLNG dream; so that after mourning and burying my NLNG dream, I buried my Christianity, my girlfriend's love; my bestfriend's care; my desire to marry, build a house and settle however briefly in Nigeria; my desire to help my brothers even if not the rest of the family, and everything I trusted, in the same grave with the NLNG dream. I died to everything that was me. I realized that I could not marry Princess; I realized I could not help my brothers and pull them away from the larger family; that it was not mine, but theirs to do for themselves; I realized I could not build a house or settle in this country, as my spirit was really not in it; I realized that my so-called bestfriend and I had two different worlds. I realized so many things, and I saw that my ideas were not going to take me far enough; not as far as I wanted to go. NLNG had made me realize that. So I killed myself; I sacrificed myself, and buried myself with my NLNG dream.

Now I am born again like the eagle. I am transformed. I have made the three sacrifices: I have sacrificed my biological family. I replace it with the world. Now, I will love everyone based on his own merit. I love Kenosky as much as I love Chima for example, if not more. The favourtism of siblinage now holds nothing attractive for me. The whole world is my family: Jews, Americans, Japanese; I am free from the temporal trappings of a family.

I have sacrificed my country, and will not return when I leave for the USA. I replace it now with the USA, a melange of all races and cultures, a true no man's land; a land of opportunity and untold wealth, wealth that I will attain to. I want to be richer than Bill Gates; I want to be the first black man to win both a Nobel prize for Literature, and for Peace. I want to outswell the gods in achievement, without being apologetic to my compares for outshining them; I want to grow; to storm the barbican, to leap the ramparts; I want to tower over Kilimanjaro, bestride Kangayinka; I want to outrun the deer, and beat him to the stream; I want to outstrip Mandela in fame; to be the greatest black man that ever lived.

I have sacrificed myself, all that I am. I replace it now with all I can be; a great, glorious and wonderfully strong personality. I want to study deep the works of sages past and present. I want to read countless books. Bill Gates has said that what troubles him the most is the number of books left unread. I want that to trouble me as well. I want to build my body in the gymnasium; I want to groom my speech in the school, and love a different woman; I want to discover my truest personality, sexuality, spirituality and vocation. I want to be the best I can be. And establish the Cult of Cults for all the world. It will not be a secret society, nor will it oppose anything that is good. It will respect Christianity with a holy passion; but it will also respect Mohammedanism, and Bhuddism, and all other religions. It will teach the separation, full development, organization and transcendence of the human being, and it will make all its members visions of perfection, and measures and ends for all makind.

My three sacrifices have been painful. The first has condemned me to a life without family, except that which I make myself by marriage and association; the second will condemn me to eventual adoption of the citizenship of another man's country; the third has made me give up everything I once held dear, most painful of which is my Christianity and allegiance to His Holiness; but through these sacrifices, I wish to break all the barriers that will stand between me and becoming the very best I can ever be in a cosmic setting. And I willing proceed with my sacrifices.

Because it is said in Iboland that the race of life is never tiring.

Omo Keno this your guy (kuwena) omo ma kolo ooo,, 

Kuwena d Renaissance man, good write-ups,  4 a bestseller,

to me its seems your new practise is "egoism"

sorry abut your terrified sad past u slaughter as a ram, u can blame eveytin on someone or sometin and get on wit your life,  remember d world is a sphere. it has no end nor begining,  point. its left for you to begin at a point.

try to me more optimistic abut your family, your country, & your life, 

“Pessimists are more often right, but optimists accomplish more.”

don't hav much time anyway,  still going to drop more, 

Omo!,   which levels, i no see ma name 4 some people Litany of Love,  ooo,

i no go Gree ooo,  i no go Gree, i dey jealous ooo, i no go Gree

Where is Aniffy?
Na only to talk about buying shares him know?
Abeg get your ass down here!
And perhaps your own 'Litany of Nothing'

Once again, I have been misunderstood; by Kenosky, by Jisi, and by Stannesi. I beg to drop the topic henceforth. Let's move course of discussion, Your Excellency.

Kuwena, you used the expression 'so-called' a number of times in your posts; three caught my attention though.

First is Opokonwa's 'so-called' litany.
Second are your 'so-called' brothers.
Third is the 'so-called' country; Nigeria.

I consider it an honour to be included in your 'so-called' list.


Need I comment on the rest of your post?
Perhaps, where necessary:

I will like to add here that apportioning blames to events for decisions you take is cowardly_{I'm afraid I lack soft words!}

Take responsibility for your actions and stand by your decisions.
Please don't and stop blaming it on NLNG, Nigeria or your uncles.
Your uncles are different humanbeings from your brothers so I wonder why subtituting one for the other?
I love brave & courageous guys who call a spade a spade.

I would also like to point out that you also sacrificed God after you lost NLNG.

You see why I shun away from posting at times? I must stir up the hornest's nest.

I also lost NLNG and I've had other disappointments in my life_{though not in your magnitude.}
But I learn from them and take responsibility for my decisions and resolve.
I don't blame it on uncles, NLNG, Nigeria or God!


One day, you will need a family and you will not have any.


I wish you safe trip.




And after all these things_{if they ever happen} where will your soul be?
Remember that it is not of him that willeth nor of him that runneth but of God that sheweth mercy_{Romans 9:16}
And that 'under the sun, the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all'_{Eccl 9:11}


And I wish you well!
Someone had done what you intend to do.
Sometime before the creation of mankind, in the heavens was an Arch Angel called Lucifer.
The Bible described him as 'the Bright Morning star', 'an angel of the morning'. He was so beautiful! And so powerful!
He was perhaps the most beautiful being that 'His Holiness' as you described HIM created.
But he wanted a world of his own, to be free of his allegiance to the Ancient of Days. He so much nursed a world of his own that he became proud and rebellious to his master_{just like you have.}

But you know one thing with aspiring to become free from your God_{you will indeed be free but not quite free.}
Because noone can outsmart HIM
Lucifer got his wish, he now presides over the Kingdom of Darkness, not in his former glory as the 'Bright Morning star', but as a demon; satan, condemned to eternal damnation in the lake of burning fire, in the Day of Judgement.

And oh yes! He was also allowed to deceive 'like-minded peeps' like him; both other angels and now humanbeings, who will serve in his kingdom and share his eternal punishment.

What am I saying Kuwena?
There is nothing new under the sun. What you are trying to do has been attempted before but met with severe consequences.
It will pay you to retrace your steps, reconcile with your God and maker and make peace with your brothers, if Pride and wisdom (or the lack of it) will permit you.
But I'm not advising you not to proceed to the USA. Go in Peace bro!

PEACE

I hope to be added to the list of those that misunderstand you after reading my post.

Pak, kindly yarn your submission openly; this is an open forum!

  . . . Opoks! u no serious. . . . . .  well, i guess i just wanted to be sure about my thoughts before posting them here. . .  . . . well, what i have isn't a litany of love, but my thoughts about the people i have met here:P, so here we go!!!

Alfaprime

Very "serious-minded" individual. Hardworking. Always wants to help a brother in spiritual need. Exemplifies leadership. Analytical and logical, rather than emotional. Quick to hear, slow to speak

Kenosky

Very intelligent and humorous. Always has a good word for everyone. someone who loves to enjoy life. Good dedication to "nairaland" duty. Football fan. Fun to be with.

Jisidaisy

Beautiful. Intelligent. Good-hearted woman. Caring. Very good conversationalist. Unique.

Opoks

Bold and assertive. . . speaks his mind. Doesn't hide his feelings. Humorous. Intelligent. Hardworking. Go-getter. positive attitude. May be frustrated by routine.

Wandel

Soft-spoken. Calm and pleasant. Intelligent. Analytical.

Stannesi

Playful. Intelligent

Kuwena

Artistic creativity. Intelligent. too emotional. Introspective.

For those i have left out. i'll be back, maybe its because you guys don't post often. . .  

You sure 've got some humour there


Una all don craze!


I guess some guys are nicer than I am.
Everyone has their own way.


Beautiful? Also beautiful??
Wait till I see her picture.


Take am easy joo!
I no sure say I be all these things


How you know?
Especially when it's not interesting.


Wandel still dey alive?!
Some guys sabi shun thread?


The guy dey Crrrrrrrrraaaaaaze?!
Reminds me of Tommyex at the height of his craze

@all
I'm going to enjoy a swell weekend!
My time outside the office these dayz!  .  .  .  .  .  I look forward to them!
  They are always full of interesting! events!
Bye! .  .  .  bye! .  .  . bye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Opoks, you are the craziest of them all. you think I'm as ugly as you are? think again . I'm very sure say after God create me finish He look me and smile. He too try.

Kenosky, if you want to say something be bold enough to say it aight. we all know you are the worlds greatest trouble maker but because of your ball less nature you can't get to the guiness buk of records. Have some balls dude, or better still get an implant 

Kenosky(yes you again) I am not looking anymore, if u like use feather take type sef na u sabi.

kuwena, when is the party going to be?

Aniffy, my personal person 'ssup?