The nebula of paraplegic carthasis adumbrated by IPOB has provided the convivially inundating premise on the basis of which Nnamdi Kanu's akratically celestial essence may have meandered into the nocturnal caverns of the heterocongenial sync of cosmic and cosmological paraphernalia.

Do you understand? let me make it clearer. Sometimes it happens that a potpourri of hegemonic accretions become a parambulative symphony for a cacophonous or even a razzmatazzic euphoria and a cantankerous ratiocination as it happened between the Python Dancers and the Biafran agitators. (heo!)

As a result of this demagogy, NOTE: That mod doing press up to ban me, remember: This is a 'joke' section, and 'joke' here is an English word, not a Yoruba girl's name - you know, this is to warn some of these teenage boys who are on Nairaland looking for girlie monikers not minding if a chimpazee is behind them.

My fellow kwantiri pipuru, this na the end of this Independence Day Broadcast. We are still Nigerians. So, happy Independence to you all.

9inches:

Amen, before sunrise self.

its fanny

who be dis? May God elp u.