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Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 8:23am On Jan 09, 2014
Hi

I intentionally gave this thread that heading because I know you'd read... isn't that dumb? You must be a Nigerian, doing the opposite of whats told since 1804... "Do not Read" but you here reading.

The aim and objective of this thread is to piss you off. So if you the temperament type or u get angry easily you can stop reading now or frustrate yourself more... your choice my friend

Don't be childish, if you find this funny, do comment and I might write more... If you find it annoying,well bear with me but do NOT comment, if you do I'll find you and just like David Moyes, err....

I will lose against you grin
Dare me angry
Re: Do NOT Read by danthamccoy(m): 8:28am On Jan 09, 2014
Meh, boring.
Re: Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 8:41am On Jan 09, 2014
ONE

Beep... Beep... Beep... Aaagh! It's my stupid
alarm clock! AAAGHH! It's going off in case
you haven't noticed.

Beep... Beep... Beep... I really, really hate
alarm clocks! I wonder why I have an old-
fashioned alarm clock when everyone else
probably has one on their phones.

Beep... Beep... BEEP...

Oh well! My alarm clock doesn't matter to
me anyway, so I'll just hit it!

I grab it with my hand and throw it with all
my mighty strength, so it crashes against the
wall.

WHACK!

Whoop-whoop! Point one!

Now I shall get dressed and I will tell you
every little thing about my not-so-important
morning routine, but who cares because it's
an easy way to start my story!

I walk so slowly to the mirror, dragging my
feet on my white, fluffy, soft, amazing carpet.
I look at myself in my tall, golden, expensive
mirror. This is the part where I will tell you
how I look because it's the perfect timing
obviously. Besides, it's important how I look
because, well, duh.

So I have like this most perfect red - naturally, of course - hair (what were u thinking) which flows straight past my bum! It's so long and wavy and gorgeous. It's actually never messy in the mornings!

Actually, that's a bit of a white lie. I guess it
can be a little bit messy, but it still looks
really, really great!

I have cute, forest-green, emerald-green,
grass-green eyes and lovely, dark, acne-free,
smooth complexion. I have naturally long,
curly, beautiful eyelashes, a nice, perfect-
sized nose and amazing, stunning ears and
lovely, wonderful, oh-wow, rosy, kissable
lips. I have a killer body that girls and guys
would die for - big chest, of course and a
cute bum, but don't let that fool you because
I am ugly, ugly, ugly!

I wear a cute, pink top with frilly things at
the top and sequins all over it and the words
Better Than You across it. I'm not a girly-girl
but it's the cutest top I've come across, so I
had to buy it! Plus, it was super cheap too! I
also put on my gorgeous sandals and - you
guessed it - skinny jeans! Gotta love those
skinny jeans!

I do my hair in cute plaits and then I skip
downstairs to where my darling, lovely, busy
parents are. They're hardly ever at home and
leave me and my troublesome older brother
alone where he hosts parties every single
night with other older guys and girls, but
they're still super cool parents!

"Hey, Mom," I say happily. She looks up and
offers me a small smile then quickly returns
back to her work. She's a successful, rich,
famous fashion designer.

"Hey, Daddy." I kiss him on the cheek. You
and I both know it! I'm a total Daddy's girl.

"Hey, my little armpit - I mean, pumpkin," he
says, looking up from his newspaper and
ruffling my hair.

"Daddy! You're messing up my hair!" I say,
stating the obvious.

Oh, I totally forgot to mention what my
Daddy does! He owns a really large company
in some place and he's really, really
successful so you know what that means,
don't you? Here, I'll do the equation for you!
Fashion designer Mom + Successful, large
company big, boss Daddy = We're mega rich!

I'm the richest girl in my school.

School! Omg, I am totally gonna be late for
school! Lol!

I really love it when people talk in text-talk
because they're very smart people! Don't you
agree?

Anyway, I leg it to school. I practically ran
because I missed the school bus which takes
me to my high school. Yea I know what u thinking... I'm the richest girl in school yet I take school bus or leg it, well if I have a car, it might get stolen or...... whatever just believe me

When I eventually arrived, I instantly
regretted it because right there in the
entrance was Ace, the hottest womanizer
around. He is obviously taller than me and
also super strong! You can easily tell he
works out because you can see his hundreds
and hundreds of abs through his thin shirt!

I don't know how he can pull off a thin shirt
- it's normally not very attractive on guys.
Just saying.

He's got these out-of-the world eyes because
he's clearly very, very hot and not your
average type of hot. He is impossible hot,
you understand me, bro? He is so hot, I feel
like throwing cold water over me! That's how
hot he is!

He's got perfect everything, okay? And he's
surrounded by desperate girls who bring
shame across the word 'girls' to be honest.
They're all sluts and wear really, really high
skirts and tons of makeup. But that's okay
because our school clearly hasn't heard of
the word 'dress code'!

Anyway, they're all blocking the entrance and
I'll have to go past them, and- I just really
hate them because they're all sex-crazy
whereas I am a sweet, little, innocent,
bookworm, geeky, nerd, sugar crazy, virgin!

I walk with my head held high and march like
a soldier, but the stupid sluts look at me and
make fun of me for no absolute reason. Then
they all push me and I fall on the floor and
they kick the crap out of me. There is no
teacher in sight. Sigh!

Everyone laughs at my pain because people in
high school are obviously plain cruel and
love to see the populars beating the living
crap out of losers like me.

It really breaks my heart when Ace joins in
with the laughter. Pathetic, little me can't
stand up for myself so I just do the most
pathetic thing I can think of.

Cry and run.

I run out of there and go to the girl's toilet,
the only place where I can shut myself and
cry and cry until I'm drowning in my tears.

I really, really, really hate Ace! Even though
he's so hot and charming, and hot and
amazing and hot and can get almost any girls
he want, my only defense against him is that
he's stupid and a jerk.

A stupid jerk.

Suddenly, my phone rings.

Dun, dun-

Oopsie, I just far.... Never mind, how embarrassingly loud. I hope no one heard it.

DUN...

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Hey!

Annoyed yet? It's okay if you want to stop
reading. That's exactly what I'm aiming for.
However, if you want to continue reading and
torture yourself, then learn from my
'mistakes' and avoid them! Or try beating me
and see if you can survive reading this whole
story.

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Re: Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 8:45am On Jan 09, 2014
dan tha mccoy: Meh, boring.
oh really? Well another thing that's boring is your moniker, no offence bro
Re: Do NOT Read by danthamccoy(m): 8:52am On Jan 09, 2014
omotenah:
oh really? Well another thing that's boring is your moniker, no offence bro
lol, none taken, rich girl.
Re: Do NOT Read by borntobegr8t(m): 8:56am On Jan 09, 2014
Werey thread *spits on it*
Re: Do NOT Read by Nobody: 9:32am On Jan 09, 2014
I hardly read all you wrote up there but, You have a good body. wink
Re: Do NOT Read by Ronnie65(f): 10:07am On Jan 09, 2014
I love your writing style already.
don't mind Ace and all this nairaland boys with words as names. Lol

born 2b great

Dan the coy

Silly names grin

expecting more girlfriend.
you rock.
Re: Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 12:10pm On Jan 09, 2014
I'm glad u pissed honey, that's the aim remember lol smiley
born_to_be_gr8t: Werey thread *spits on it*
Re: Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 12:10pm On Jan 09, 2014
Lol aii tnx
BoboYekini: I hardly read all you wrote up there but, You have a good body. wink
Re: Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 12:12pm On Jan 09, 2014
Lmao abi o... tnx gf, will sure do
Ronnie65: I love your writing style already.
don't mind Ace and all this nairaland boys with words as names. Lol

born 2b great

Dan the coy

Silly names grin

expecting more girlfriend.
you rock.
Re: Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 12:26pm On Jan 09, 2014
TWO

I stomped my way to class, feeling very
miserable. No one likes me. Everyone hates
me. I'm nobody. My life sucks. If I were to
die, no one would care. No one would even
notice.

As I continued to internally complain, I
bumped into a brick wall and fell.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" A guy with
sexy, deep voice asked me with concern. He
helped me up. I felt weak by his touch - oh
and I also felt this electricity shoot through
me, making me feel, um, well, let's just say, I
wanted his fun zone.

I stared at his eyes. They are yummy. Mmm.
In fact, everything about him is yummy. He is
so hot, he is a Greek god. After all, every
single Greek gods are insanely hot, like you
would not believe. Google some images of
them and you'll see just what I mean.

"Um... err... th-th-thank y-yellow
pineapples..."

I stuttered like an idiot. Sheesh, what is
wrong with me? I hate myself. I should just
die.

"Oh my gosh, you like yellow pineapples
too?" He asked eagerly.

Suddenly, my flirtatious side took over me.
"Depends... Do you?" I asked in my sexiest
voice possible. I bit my bottom lip. I brushed
my hair to the side.

"Oh my gosh, yah!" He says excitedly. "I
totally do!"

"Would you like to... share some pineapples
with me?" I asked him as I stroked his chest.

"Oh my gosh! Yah! I seriously cannot get
enough of them! But, like, you're totally
paying for them, 'kay, hun?" He says.

"Okay!" I laugh.

This day is just getting better. (A/N: So I was
going to stop here, but I wrote more for you,
guys! I know, I know, I'm so generous!)

Suddenly, webs were thrown all over the
place and people were screaming.

"OMG!" The hot guy exclaimed. "What's
happening'?"

"IDK," I reply.

Some kind of spider-looking man swaggered
in. (*Gasps* Who can it be? Continue reading
to find out...)

"It is I, Superman!" The cool-looking Spider-
Man said.

"Oh my gosh!" Hot guy gasped.

"I thought you were Spider-Man?" I
questioned in confusion.

"Right, yeah, that's what I meant," Spider-
Man said.

"OMG, cool. Yah, so, like why are you here?"
Hot guy asks.

"I am here to warn you, Lena!" Spider-
Man says as he points his finger at me.

"My name's not Lena," I mutter.

"Oh my gosh. Spill!" Hot guy demands.

"The dude beside you is gay..." Spider-Man says to me.

"WHAT!" I exclaim and faint.

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Hey sup? You done reading that trash?
I know its kinda boring and blah, blah, blah... and I know you were probably falling asleep reading this, but this was necessary and I'm sorry you were forced to read such a dull story.

So, anyway, I hope you enjoyed the most
boringest chapter ever. Watch out for
chapter three because things are going to get
interesting!

By the way, what do you think of Spider-
Man? Please take the poll. Thanks! Bye!

What do you think of Spider-Man?

He's so cool.

I like him.

I want him.

I'm jealous of him.

I love him.

I think he's super-duper cool.

He's fantastic.

He's awesome.

He's the bomb.

He's more precious than my b.....
Re: Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 12:47pm On Jan 09, 2014
Hey y'all yea its me again that Boring Girl, uhmm today I'm here with my friend Mandla... Yea right he's a South African dummy. Well he's here to tell us about his wedding day... So over to you Mandla
Re: Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 12:55pm On Jan 09, 2014
MANDLA

I was never the type of person to worry
about how I looked; I mean, my physique,
but that morning, I realized though, as I was
looking at myself at the bathroom mirror,
that, I looked shorter than usual. A cigarette
butt was taller than I was. Maybe, the mirror
had a problem with me that morning. It
seemed that, everything in this flat was
picking on me these days. Why would I look
so short this morning? A week ago, I looked
fine, not an inch taller, but still, I looked
fine. I then, moved further away from the
mirror, dropped the towel that was around
my waist, and did an Arnold Schwarzenegger
impression, when he won the Mr. Universe in
1970, and that actually dampened my spirit
more, because, I looked very funny,
ridiculous is the correct word. And then, it
dawn on me, that the mirror hated me this
morning. Of course I could understand all
this, why my mirror was hating me, my air
conditioner seemed to be getting hotter per
minute that morning, my flat looking
gloomier; the thing is, with my flat, I had
been living there for the past six years. And
today, I was moving out, for good. It was my
wedding day...I was getting married!

The funny thing about getting married is,
everyone, tells you, it is one of the best days
in your life. Just like your first day at school,
or realizing that you have failed matriculation
and had to redo another year in school,
where every teacher was celebrating that you
will never come back! Well, apparently, I was
solely mistaken, as I was about to discover a
few moments later.
I looked at myself again, and then started
dressing up as the church service would start
in an hour's time. The tuxedo looked good on
me. I smiled at myself. Sure, I was looking
good.

"Knock, knock, knock!
"Knock, knock, knock!
I quickly moved from the bedroom to the
kitchen.
"I'm coming" said I.
"Knock, knock, knock!
"Okay, okay! I said I'm coming! I screamed
out.
I looked at my wrist watch; it was still early
for my ride to the church. I opened the
kitchen door. I couldn't believe who it was.
She looked radiant, beautiful, ravishing. She
stood at the door, for a minute, I forgot my
manners, I just stared at her. My heart was
pounding furiously in my chest as if it wanted
to come out. Her beauty was amazing. I
could smell her perfume, which was like
thousands of wild flowers and roses. She
smelled good. One would have easily
mistaken her for a famous celebrity or a
beauty queen.
"Aren't you going to ask me to come in", she
asked. I just stared. No words could come
out from my mouth.

"If you want me to go, I will," she spoke
again.
"Oh, excuse me, for staring, it's just...it's
just, that you look beautiful!, I said, with a
smile.
"Thank you," she replied.
"Please, please! Come in, I'm sorry," I said
apologetically. I opened the door wide, for
her to enter, and I moved to the side.
"Please, let's go to the lounge," I said to her.
"You looked handsome," she said to me.
"Oh Thanks," I replied.
"Is it me or you look taller the usual? She
asked. Then, I knew, that, that mirror hated
me.
"You think so," I said, with a grin in my face,
thinking that when she leaves, I'm going to
break that mirror. We sat across each other
in the lounge room.

"Can I get you something to drink? I asked
her.
"No thank you," she replied. She looked as
though she had something very serious she
wanted to tell me. I shifted with discomfort
in my chair. I sat there, waiting for her to
tell me; that, she loved me with all of her
life; and that today, was the best day of her
life. And that, we were going to spend the
rest of our lives together, and she did not
want any disappointments, especially from,
me.
"What's up?' I asked concerned.
"There is something I want to tell you," she
said, looking at me guardedly, as though, she
secretly knew that I was wired with
explosives, and she was waiting for me to
blow in thousands of pieces.
"What's up Baby?', I asked again, nervously. I
stretched my right arm towards her, longing
for her touch, but she did not let me touch
her. She was acting as if, she was about to go
to jail for failing to stick to her diet, and was
embarrassed to tell me. This, was the woman
I was going to spend the rest of my life with,
in just a few hours from now! Bongi was here
name.

"What could be so difficult that she cannot
say to me?' I thought to myself.
My mind began to race again.
"Is Bongi having pre-wedding jitters?", "Is
she going to call off the wedding?" " Is Bongi
doubting my commitment to her, after all
this time?' all these questions raced through
my mind. " Maybe the mirror was right, she
didn't want to say it, and she did not want to
marry an exceptionally short man! "Why
would she comment about my height after all
these years? I started having a panic attack.
As a child, when I had a panic attack, my
family doctor taught me a way to control
these attacks, because when a person had
them, some people will go unconscious, just
imagine having them while driving or making
an omelet! They will just fall face on the
steering wheel or on the frying pan!

So my doctor taught me that every time I felt
an attack was coming I should... bark. Yes!
Bark like a dog! "Woof, "woof". For a young
child, it was okay. I used to enjoy it,
especially during exams! All the other kids
would laugh at me, but it made me popular
at school, and they gave me a nickname
"Woof Boy". But for a grown man like me, it
was the funniest sight! And I always avoided
situations that would lead me to these
attacks. Unfortunately, today was not one of
these days. One time I was in a bus, traveling
from Nelspruit to Barberton. The road to
Barberton is very beautiful, with sharp
bends, with magnificent scenery of the
mountains and the Hilltop valley. The bus
driver happened to mention that the brakes
of the bus were not working! Everyone in the
bus panicked! "How could he drive for such a
distance without knowing that his brakes
were not working?" I asked myself feeling
angry. Of course, that was the same question
many had in their mind. That's when the
problem started. I began to have a panic
attack. Again, the only way I knew to deal
with it, was to bark!

"Woof, "woof"
"Woof, "woof," I barked again. Passengers in
the bus started looking towards me with
surprise. They... were screaming to the
driver, and I was barking. The more they
screamed, the louder I barked. They thought
I was going mad.
"Woof, woof," I continued to bark. People
started laughing in the bus when they realized
I was serious with my barking. They all forgot
about the bus not braking, they laughed so
hard, that no one knew when the driver
managed to stop the bus. I was never so
embarrassed in my entire life.

So when Bongi saw that I was about to have
my panic attack, she quickly rushed to me,
from her chair, and knelt right before me as
if she was proposing marriage. I was already
trembling, and preparing myself to bark. But
then her smooth, soft hands, when they
touched mine, I felt a great relief.
"Baby, she said; "I don't think I want to
marry you!" She said. She stared me right in
the eyes, as though she were looking for an
alien hidden in there somewhere, and was
talking to that thing instead of me.
"What?' I asked, the words shot out of me
like a bullet.
"I said, "I don't' want to marry you
anymore", she repeated.
"Yeah, yeah, I heard that, but why' I asked
her.
"You said you don't' think you want to marry
me, not you don't want to marry me." There
is a difference you know, I lamented.

"What happened?" I asked her again. My
fiancee has just told me that she "didn't'
think that she can marry me. How did that fit
into the scheme of all things?
"I don't know, Bongi said.
"Well, I realized that we did not belong
together" she continued.
"We don't belong together?" I asked her,
sliding further into the sofa I was sitting in.
It seemed I was getting smaller and smaller,
every time she spoke.
She looked like an enormous giant, while
kneeling in front of me, and me sliding
deeper and deeper into the sofa.
"Bongi," we are about to get married in less
than an hour, and you are telling me that we
don't' belong together? I said to her. Then
suddenly I wondered.
"Are you feeling sick?"
Or are you drunk?
Or are you testing me?

"Come on babes; tell me what the problem
is." I said again to her.
"I Deserve the truth, at least!, said I , looking
straight at her eyes.
She had beautiful eyes. And this morning,
they looked even more beautiful. They were
gleaming like a bright star!
"What is wrong with me", I thought to
myself, "this woman is dumping me on my
wedding day and I'm thinking about her eyes!
"The truth Baby, is, its' your Father! She said.
"My dad!, I asked her; What does he have to
do with anything?" then a thought race
through my mind. He must have had said
something that had hurt her, and that is why
she did not want to marry me anymore!
Oh, what a relief I had in that thought. For a
moment, I thought, she was seriously
dumping me on my wedding day.

"Honey", Bongi, Sweetheart", I said to her;
"If it has to do with my father, we will solved
it after the wedding."
He is no problem to our marriage, after all
you love me, not him, and you are marrying
me, not him", I said confidently, assuring her
all will be alright.
"No, you don't understand", she said.
"Don't worry about him", I will sort him out,
when we return from our honeymoon", I told
her.
And them it came. Bongi's Big
Announcement.
"Baby, the reason I'm not marrying you is,
I'm in love with someone else, and I'm in
love... with your Father, and have, for some
time now." Bongi said to me.
"What?" I asked her, fighting a wave of panic
attack that was rising in me.
I wanted to scream at her, "you can't do this
to me, we are getting married today," You
are my fiancee! But in a blink of an eye, she
longer was. In a matter of moments, she had
become a stranger to me. My heart was as
though it had been hit with a battering ram,
which had not only shattered it to bits, but
driven through it.

"When did this happen? I asked her.
"Last year", she said calmly.
"It was Valentine's day", she added with
absolute precision.
"What had I done wrong on Valentine's day? I
asked myself. " I hadn't' slept with any of her
friends; I remember well, I bought her a
Valentine's day gift. It was expensive, I was
broke for three months after I bought her
that gift, I took her out for dinner that day',
except, when, on that very same day, I fell
sick because I have had too much to drink
and my father offered to provide company to
Bongi! Could it be that moment when they
fell in love? "I asked myself.
"Why Valentine's Day?" I asked her,
It was our special day", I continued her.
"When I return from the park with your
father, I just knew when I looked at you, that
it was over! She said with certainty. I
couldn't' understand this.

"Why my father, why not any of my friends",
I asked her out of desperation.
"What did you see in him? The man is 68
years old for God's sake! What is wrong with
you woman!' I continued.
"He is funny, he is intelligent, he has a lot of
experience, especially in bed", she said.
"That's too much information for me", I told
her. Though, I wondered, how could she
compare me with my father? He is an old
crow for all I care.
"Where is he now? I asked her.
"He's waiting in the car, outside", she
replied.
"Themba and I, thought, it was best if I spoke
to you." She told me.

Themba was father's name. No one called him
by that name. Not even my mother when she
was still alive. And now, she, Bongi, my
fiancee, was calling him with his first name.
If I were to go outside now, and say" Hey
Themba, please come in and let's talk man to
man". Of course, he would beat me up to a
pulp, not because I invited him to come in,
but because I called him by his first name,
that's how strict the man was. So Bongi must
have been pretty special to him to be calling
him by his first name.
"So this is it? I asked her.
I had realized that it would be futile to fight
for her now, although, she should have
warned me about this before. I had already
spent money on clothing, invitations, food
and other things. A church is packed, right
now, waiting for us to come. That was never
going to happen.

"Yes, this is it, it's Good-bye, Mandla! She
said, with a tear on her left eye;
"I will always love you".
"You love my father now", I said to myself.
Then, a car horn sounded outside. "Bonk,
bonk!" It was Themba calling her. It was time
to go. I guess, my father was feeling that she
has spent too much time with me already.
She was his now. My Bongi.
As she stood up to go, I couldn't' help notice
that, she was crying with only one eye, I felt
bitter, that, my Bongi, my precious Bongi,
could not even shed more tears for me.
"Bang", only one tear and she wiped it quick
and it was all finish.
She walked slowly out from the lounge room.
I followed her. She stopped.
"Please, don't', she said. "Don't' make it
difficult for yourself, I will find my own way
out" she told me.

"What a nerve this woman had, I thought to
myself; "coming into my house, dumping me
on my wedding day, and now instructing me
not to move outside my own house".
Nevertheless, I stopped following her. She
went out the kitchen door. She stopped. She
looked back once, and then closed the door
behind her. Then a few minutes later, a car
door slammed outside. I could just imagine
her telling Themba that it was done, it was all
over, they can continue with their lives
without fear. And the engine started running.
I knew it was over. I went back to the
lounge, sat there and closed my eyes, and
wept like a baby for my lost love!

"Mandla"
"Mandla"
"Open up Mandla". Someone was calling my
name.
"Open the door Mandla", it's getting late",
the voice shouted to me.
What had happened? I looked at myself. I
was smartly dressed; I had my rented tuxedo
on.

'Its my wedding day, it can't be ruined, I've gotta do something".... then I came up with an idea

Boring Girl :- ok ok Mandla stop there

Mandla :- But why? You don't like the story?

Boring girl :- Of cos I do but look at yourself you sweating so hard and your ears are gushing out blood, your brain might come off anytime

Mandla :- oh I'm sorry, should I continue the story now?

Boring Girl :- Nope you continue tomorrow


So y'all that's it for today, bye!

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Re: Do NOT Read by Ronnie65(f): 1:05pm On Jan 09, 2014
Lol.

Is your Mandla friend a miniature of Mandela?
No wonder he is a dummy
Wonder who married him. Waiting to read from Mandela ....gosh..Mandla I mean.


****edited

Hahahaha Hahaha

Mandla is truly a dummy.
Re: Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 5:37pm On Jan 09, 2014
miniature of Mandela? Lol he doesn't even come any close, but I guess he should be flattered by dat statement.. uhmmm idk we hear from him 2moro, right now he's on his way to oshodi to take a bus to SA lol
Ronnie65: Lol.

Is your Mandla friend a miniature of Mandela?
No wonder he is a dummy
Wonder who married him. Waiting to read from Mandela ....gosh..Mandla I mean.


****edited

Hahahaha Hahaha

Mandla is truly a dummy.
Re: Do NOT Read by Ronnie65(f): 6:35pm On Jan 09, 2014
omotenah: miniature of Mandela? Lol he doesn't even come any close, but I guess he should be flattered by dat statement.. uhmmm idk we hear from him 2moro, right now he's on his way to oshodi to take a bus to SA lol
Lmao.
I hope he gets to S. A safely.
Re: Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 8:49pm On Jan 09, 2014
Hi Y'all I just woke up, actually from a nightmare, I dreamt someone stole all my sweets and candies... I woke up, I ran to my drawer, I couldn't find them no more... So I wrote this poem for whoever stole my sweets and candies


My heart is aching,
As I see you chewing,
Savoring every single bite,
I know what you did is not right!

You're a big, mean bully,
That takes my sweeties,
You steal more than three,
And then you eat in front of me!

You think this is a joke,
Can't you understand I'm broke?
The only thing I love, I can't get,
You laugh and tell me I'm "Wet"!

I'll show you some day, you'll see,
I'll be so big, you'll be unhappy,
I'll be a better version of me,
I'll have way more sweeties!

I'll be the one to eat in front of you,
And there's nothing you can do!
So watch what you say, you fool,
Because some day, I will RULE!



Yea I know its quite boring, whatever! Like I care

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Re: Do NOT Read by Aisosaonipede(f): 7:12am On Sep 09, 2014
omotenah: MANDLA

I was never the type of person to worry
about how I looked; I mean, my physique,
but that morning, I realized though, as I was

.............

Mandla :- oh I'm sorry, should I continue the story now?

Boring Girl :- Nope you continue tomorrow


So y'all that's it for today, bye!

Finish the story :/
Re: Do NOT Read by Aisosaonipede(f): 7:13am On Sep 09, 2014
I'm curious about what happened in the end !
Re: Do NOT Read by Plaitex(f): 9:43am On Sep 09, 2014
u ain't gonna be successful in pissing me off. Nice story, pretty interesting and keep the thread going.*winks*
Re: Do NOT Read by Aisosaonipede(f): 10:55am On Sep 10, 2014
:/
Re: Do NOT Read by aboyaji(m): 6:37pm On Sep 10, 2014
omotenah, are you single?
Re: Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 2:47am On Sep 13, 2014
Aisosaonipede:

Finish the story :/
hmmm let's see, I might just
Re: Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 2:48am On Sep 13, 2014
Plaitex: u ain't gonna be successful in pissing me off. Nice story, pretty interesting and keep the thread going.*winks*
well I can really get you pissed, like really
aii I will try
Re: Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 2:49am On Sep 13, 2014
aboyaji: omotenah, are you single?
Nah, I'm double
Re: Do NOT Read by aboyaji(m): 8:40am On Sep 13, 2014
omotenah:
Nah, I'm double
haha
Re: Do NOT Read by snadguy007(m): 10:34pm On Sep 13, 2014
This story na season film script ?,

Haba, since January angry
Re: Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 10:36pm On Sep 13, 2014
snadguy007: This story na season film script ?,

Haba, since January kiss
Lmao e pass season film oh, no be the producer fault tho... we go soon complete am
Re: Do NOT Read by snadguy007(m): 10:46pm On Sep 13, 2014
omotenah:
Lmao e pass season film oh, no be the producer fault tho... we go soon complete am
No wahala.......make i reserve my comment.

Btw, is 9 your favourite number ??
Re: Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 10:50pm On Sep 13, 2014
snadguy007:
No wahala.......make i reserve my comment.

Btw, is 9 your favourite number ??

uhmm nope
Re: Do NOT Read by snadguy007(m): 11:15pm On Sep 13, 2014
omotenah:

uhmm nope
Hmmm....i've got sometin to prove you are indirectly obssessed with figure 9 wink



You started this story on the 9th day of January at around 8:41am(19 mins to 9) and you stopped. You later came back exactly after 9 months on the 9th day of the 9th month of the year (09/09/2014)hoping to contunue the story kiss cool

Can you see it now tongue

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