no way, it just explains how that there are more to live than meets the eyes but not like hair stuff made under sea.

God have mercy!

Yea I'm the ceo of the biggest cosmetics company "underseas". Our motto is:
Under the sea
Under the seeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Darling it's better down where it's wetter
Take it from me, take it from me
Over the sea they work all day
Under the sea we play all day
Under the sea, under the sea, under the seeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

The "Little Mermaid" is my secretary and we are constantly fighting the prayers of these born again christians, especially the Nigerians.
We don't mean no harm and I'm sure y'all know how glorious and wonderful our products are

PS: Contrary to popular beliefs we are in no way, shape or form involved with the Devil.
Thank you
Yours Truly
Dios

I just read all the replies,
I need some of that good sh#t the poster is smoking, maybe i'll be able to fly, visit "mammy water", maybe i can get some dome from those sexy things.

that one that clinged to high tension wire without being shocked can be expleined with physics just as birds also perch on high tension wires without getting shocked.

But let me tell you this laughable one too.

Many years ago, when that bank with big glass house in V.I opposite bar beach (i've forgotten the name now) still used to be one of the most solid banks in Nigeria, a friend of mine working there then told me that when the ocean waters first used to surge unto Ahmadu Bello way (is it?) some prophets with 'area of specialisation' in marine spirits and these 'under-water spirits' approached the bank and told them that the up-surge of the waters was due to the bank's glass house (new then) reflecting the rays of the sun into the water thereby blinding the water spirits.

So they said they needed to do sacrifices (etutu) to appease those water gods and demanded 1 million naira (in those days o; I think it was early nineties). My friend actually said that some staff of the bank were actually believing those 'prophets'.

Thank God there was no EFCC then, they should have arrested and jailed them all.

This Topic is a Joke Right?

I mean I am an open Minded person, and I do believe in things beyond the ordinary, but this is ridiculous.


No such THING.

This is stupidity at it's finest

@ Poster, you need to see a Psychiatrist, this is distressing.

I cant help myself but laughing ,I heard someone saying cars looks like bug(Insects)so does that mean the are being manufactured under the ocean?what about limousine,it looks like snake abi?Please let us know so we can start destroying them to get freed from NIGERIAN DEMONIC REALM!, Tommorow another thread will start about:Computers are made with Demonic Powers, I feel sorry for blacl ma mentality, hssssssssssssssssssssssssss,

bodsibobo:

that one that clinged to high tension wire without being shocked can be expleined with physics just as birds also perch on high tension wires without getting shocked.

please explain the physics in terms we all would understand. I know a bird's feet has an outter skin that like rubber and therefore current can't pass through. but human is skin all through and therefore can be shocked anyhow.

bodsibobo:
Many years ago, when that bank with big glass house in V.I opposite bar beach (i've forgotten the name now)

that would be IMB. anyway, thats low, i even heard there was a time 'mammy wota' came out to town looking for her lost child in lag. .today in Uniport, some guy was telling a story of a girl here in PHC, thats a half spirit and human. she is always in mile 3. he said some incredible things about her but i just told the man that i'd like to see the girl myself.  Just to see her reaction. I betcha, if she sees me in the morning, she'd say goodmorning ma because when 'bigger power and chekele power jam, chekele power go bow'  

[color=#006600][/color]Nigerians and their insinuations. An African proverb goes that, " THERE IS NO SMOKE WITHOUT A FIRE". Experiences differ. investigate very well and see,

Under the seas kee, Abeg tell me if it's true before I take my girlfriend to my barber.

i no fit talk

please explain the physics in terms we all would understand. I know a bird's feet has an outter skin that like rubber and therefore current can't pass through. but human is skin all through and therefore can be shocked anyhow.

I will try and explain but I did physics in o level long, long time ago.

I think for there to be an electric shock, current must flow through the body and it must be earthed. For this to happen the body must actually touch the earth (ground). There can also be a shock if there is flow in two directions (I think) A physicist or engineer can elaborate or correct me.

But the bottom line is that the scales on the feet of the birds are not insulating materials. They are just like our fingernails too. If you touch electricity with your nails, you'l be electrocuted/electrified (whichever is correct). If a bird or human being touching an (one line of) electric wire happens to also touch the ground with another part of the body, it will be electrocuted/electrified. Likewise if the body touches two different wires at the same time.

If you are able to jump up and get suspended without touching the ground and you hold an electric wire, you can not be electrocuted/electrified. If you hold on to two at the same time or your body then touches the ground or a conductor (something that conducts electricity[/color][color=#990000][/color][color=#990000][/color]) that touches the ground then you will be.

[color=#990000](I will go and look for a physics text book and re-read the above before I can defend it properly but my faint understanding of Nelkon and Abbots is what I tried to explain above.)

I don't get it all tho, but i have seen NEPA sorry PHCN workers getting shocked while working on those wires up there, meanwhile, no part of their body touched the ground when it happened.

Have u ever cut a piece of fingernail, put it in an elecrtric field to test if it conducts electricity? just wondering.

Many of all these Products for the Face, body and hair do have Fish -Fat in them or Whale oil.

Your Cooking Salt Was Made Under The Sea. So Spread The "Rumour".

Lets Boycott The Use of Salt. It's "WeeEvil" Sorry Evil.

Dios:

Yea I'm the ceo of the biggest cosmetics company "underseas". Our motto is:
Under the sea
Under the seeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Darling it's better down where it's wetter
Take it from me, take it from me
Over the sea they work all day
Under the sea we play all day
Under the sea, under the sea, under the seeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

The "Little Mermaid" is my secretary and we are constantly fighting the prayers of these born again christians, especially the Nigerians.
We don't mean no harm and I'm sure y'all know how glorious and wonderful our products are

PS: Contrary to popular beliefs we are in no way, shape or form involved with the Devil.
Thank you
Yours Truly
Dios

ROTFLMAO!!!

Dios:

I need some of that good sh#t the poster is smoking,

word!!!

Religion is the opium of the masses- Karl Marx

this post should be one of the proofs abi how can someone think of such absurdity. under the sea indeed.
@pain
you got that right.

'i beg, my belle don dey pain me for laugh'
anyway, the topic is not new to me and i use to believe such tale.
but the earth is of the lord and the fulness thereof, so everybody is permitted to do anything anywhere even the devil has the licence.

As people have rightly said, we are too concious of demon in this part of the world.
let weavon and attachment be produce anywhere under the heaven, if u have the blood of jesus, u r very free as long it does not affect your relationship with God.

fashion designers ke,
they are the agents of the underwater crew

i also heard 'bout this issue once and was really confused cos i knew the offices of some of the companies that make these stuff
it's all thrash,
I am born-again and i do believe in the spiritual world
but who can tell me where the last corn or yam he ate came from??
it's part of the poverty mentality affecting our people


advice

just bless whatever you buy and then

carry go

i thot all these have gone with the 20th century .i remember those days in boarding school,wat did i not hear?all things were manufacted under the water,most songs were first sang by d devil then taught to the possessed musicans.infact the list was endless.if i decided to avoid using things from d water or d devil,i would have been worst than 'cave man'

I might just get sacked today cos of the way i've been laughing. And it will probably be because i use stuff from the 'under water'! chai i don die today from laughter!

I know one of the rivers where they produce these things. The river is Otamiri, people from Owerri in Imo state know this river. Here's the address of one of the factories; #10 Factory Lane off River-goods lane, Otamiri River, Owerri. .Go check it out.

here is a testimony that was sent to me y'all.^^^^^^^^************

Read and appreciate God's unchanging love.

This testimony was shared in Faith Tabernacle Canaan Land , On Father's Day Celebration (June 17, 2007)

Be blessed.

MY TESTIMONY

I give this testimony to the glory of God and for these 3 reasons
1. To proof that God answer prayers.
2. The word of God is power
3. There is reward for dedicated service that comes from a sincere heart.

On Friday the 25 th day of May 2007, as I drive through Gowon Estate, just after RCCG (Dominion Parish) to the left, I was about to make a call when I sited a team of police men (6 of them) on check point duty.

I stopped the car just some meters from them, turn off the engine and started calling. I was just dialing the number when one of them came from the passenger’s side to accuse me of making phone call while driving. I told him I wasn’t and that this is the reason why I parked the car. He accused me of lying. This got me angry and I stepped out of the car, close the door and both of us started arguing.

I stood by the driver’s side of the car raging and ranting and telling the police man what I feel about the police operation. One of them, a corporal came from behind me and touched my shoulder saying “we are not fighting now”. Immediately, I became weak. As much as I tried talking, my mouth was not responding. By this time, I looked around and noticed what these police men were doing, but I could do nothing about the situation.

After a while I was instructed to enter the car and drive. By this time, 5 vehicles were already arrested, 1 jeep and 4 cars (my car inclusive). A lady (one of the captives) was asked to sit in the front seat of my car, while the two police men sat at the backseat of the car. Again, I wanted to complain but again the police man touched my shoulder. This he kept doing anytime he observes I was trying to come out of his hold.

This continued until we got to Ayobo road. Between Abesan Estate gate and Ayobo road junction, I knew I was driving but remembered nothing. Then when I saw a small Canaan land bus approaching, I was coming out of their grip and the man behind me touched me again so I drove past the bus. My car stopped twice. The first time I started it and we continued, as we approached the bridge along Ayobo – Ota road, the car stopped for the second time. As I tried starting the car, that was the last thing I knew.

By the time I regained consciousness, I saw myself in a thick forest with a lot of people sitting down on the ground. We were close to 2000. There was no house, no light, just people. The boy to my left introduced himself as Jonathan and his younger brother John. He said he noticed I was praying while unconscious until I became conscious. He enquired the church I attend and I said Winner’s chapel. He said he worship at RCCG in Lokoja, Kogi State . He said he was taking his brother to Osun State University to sit for the entrance examination before they found themselves in this place.

Then he brought out his handset and I collected it. I noticed there was a bar of signal on it. So I was able to call my wife secretly and inform her of what was happening. I called back the second time and specifically instructed her to go and inform our father in the Lord, Bishop Oyedepo and also Pastor Victor (the Music director) and that what I need now is prayers. I told her that this is not time to start crying.

We were at this location from the day I made the call (which I later learnt was Monday 28 th May, 2007) for about six days. Doughnut, meat-pie, sachet water, juice were given to those who have gained full consciousness. I refused to take any of the things they brought and also instructed the two brothers and another man with whom I pray not to.

While there, I remembered this was my 10 th year as an in-house consultant to the ministry. I then reminded God that this not the reward of service. I also reminded him of my service in church, with the choir and then I said, NO WAY, I CAN’T END UP LIKE THIS . The 4 th day after I made the call, they brought bottled juice and because we were famished, I asked my prayer partners to take it. I prayed over it nullifying every power inside. I pleaded the blood of Jesus over it , and then we took the juice.

On the 5 th day after I made the call, they came for me. It has become a routine. Every 40 to 50 minutes, they come to pick between 70 to 100 people and none ever returned. But I told the other three with whom I pray, “see ya, and I followed them.” I was priviledged to be amongst the people in front. We trekked for close to 45 minutes. It was as if we were going down a slope through a tunnel, with a wall of earth/grass on both sides. Then, we arrived in front of a gate under the ground. The gate was opened to reveal a neatly painted building, well lit. The painting was hypnotic. The doors, ceiling, wall and floor of the building has the same colour.

Together with 15 others, I was ushered into the first room. I was the seventh person. While others moved along the long unending corridor. By now, the only thing that kept replaying itself on my mind was mummy Oyedepo’s audio book, “ RESCUED FROM DESTRUCTION ” which I was privileged to edit. It started from the very beginning as soon as I stepped into the underground building.

In the room, there was this non reflective mirror on the wall and one after the other, we were instructed to step in front of the mirror. As each person steps in front of the mirror, in 3 to 4 seconds, his or her image appears and the next thing is we hear the person’s name. The only thing I can’t tell is who was calling the names. Then the person’s image on the mirror will be covered with blood. The person will then be directed to go through another door, different from the door we came in from. What happens next I do not know.

When it was my turn, I stepped forward and positioned myself like others. I stood in front of the mirror for about 4 minutes but my image did not appear in the mirror. After sometime, it appeared and I saw my self inside the mirror. I must state here that I was not scared at all. What kept ringing in my ears was mama’s voice reading the audio version of her book.

Then, after another 3 minutes of my image appearing, mummy Oyedepo’s voice sounded loud and clear that even the captors heard it, “ GOD IS TOO FAITHFUL TO FAIL, HE IS DEPENDABLE, HE IS MORE THAN ENOUGH. ” The voice came three times and then, the mirror cracked into bits and pieces and dropped in a heap on the floor like a broken wind screen.

Immediately, there was confusion. The remaining 8 people behind me were moved out of the room and I was left there alone weak in the flesh but with mummy’s voice still sounding strong in my spirit man.

After a while 5 of our captors into the room and one of them started asking, who are you? What is your name? From where are you? Who is your father? To all these questions, I gave no answer. I was just starring. They all went out again and later one of them came back to take me into another room. This time, the new room was empty. No chair, no bed, nothing, just me.

I was in this room for a long time. No food, no water, no sun, no moon, no star, no time, just me. So I cannot say for how long I remained in the room. Then, one day, I was just staring at the other end of the room when I saw something like dew, like a smoke and Bishop Oyedepo stepped out of it. He then said: “Peter, have you seen mummy?” I said no daddy. He then said, mummy (Rev, Mrs. Oyedepo) is looking for you, she has an assignment for you. Then he gave me the instruction saying; “ MAKE SURE YOU SEE HER ”. He said this 3 times and each time I replied, yes daddy. Then he disappeared. By this time my strength returned and I was fully conscious.

Not quiet 5 minutes after my encounter with papa, the door to the room I was flung open and standing right in front of me was a huge man, fair in complexion, has a bald head, with beards. With him were between 15 and 20 people. All of them wore red gowns.

I was on my feet as soon as the door opened. And a question and answer session started:
MAN: who are you?
ME: and I boldly declared, I am a child of God
MAN: All of us are children of God
ME: There are some that are more real than others
MAN: What is your name?
ME: I am a child of God
MAN: From where?
ME: Canaan Land
MAN: Where?
ME: Ota.
Then he said,
MAN: A man came to warn me that if I don’t let you go, In seven days, who is this man?
ME: He is my father
MAN: What is his name?
ME: BISHOP DAVID OYEDEPO

At this point, the man turned to his men and said, “I instructed you people to mind the kind of people you bring here. Take this man away from this place and return anything you took from him. He said “I don’t want anyone disturbing our operation here”.

He was about leaving when I said, I am not the only person, we are 4. He then asked where are the rest and I replied I don’t know. He then instructed them to release the 4 of us.

As God will have it, as I stepped out of the room, coming into the underground building are the 3 boys I left outside. I identified them and they were brought to me.

The next thing I knew again was I saw us outside the thick forest in the cold. How we got there is still a mystery. What happened between the time I identified them and the time we got to that position, I do not know. I then asked my partners to start reciting psalm 23, while I recited psalm 91. Our hands were tied together behind us before we were left in the middle of the thick forest.

As we continued in our recitations, I felt a little light shine on my face from afar. I stood my ground and asked my friends to continue. Then a voice sounded in Yoruba language “WHO ARE THOSE?” We did not answer. The light came nearer and asked the question the second time. The 4 th boy with us then started running away, leaving only 3 of us. Again, the question was asked the 3 rd time and by this time, it was very close to me so I opened my eyes and saw a figure dressed like a hunter in front of me. He then said in Yoruba language “OH THIS PEOPLE AGAIN?” He loosened the rope on our hands, and asked us to follow him. When we tried calling on the boy that ran off, the hunter said we should leave him alone.

So, the hunter from that day led us through the forest for 6 nights. As much as I tried to see his face, I could not. He smelt like incense and his voice was like someone inside a tunnel. He only came at night and when it is dawn, he points to the right where a hut awaits us. The 2 nd night, he prepared sandals made of leaf and roots for us. By the 3 rd night, the 3 rd boy was so weak and hungry that he could hardly move. Then the boy said, “I am hungry” the hunter replied us saying, “ YOU DID NOT ASK ”.

On saying this, he reached inside his bag and brought out a warm piece of roasted yam for each of us. On the 4 th and 5 th nights, he gave us mouth burning piece of yam each time. So we continued until we got to the main road on the 6 th night and the hunter pointed to the left and said “this way is to Ibadan ” and pointing to the right side he said, “this way is to Akure”. He then pointed to his left for the first time in 6 days and asked us to remain in the hut until the next morning. I made sure the strange hunters’ instructions were carried out to the letter.

I had started off into the hut when I remembered the piece of yam for that night. I turned round to request and alas, the hunter had disappeared. We turn on the hand set to discover network, so I was able to call my wife, though we did not know our location then.

By the next morning, we found out hat turning to the right the signal on the hand set increases, we proceeded towards that direction until we arrived at EKEJI-ILE, OSUN STATE . We went to Ayo Babalola University , told them our story and they assisted us.

I bless the name of the Lord for confirming the words of His servant in my life and for the fulfillment of prophecies from the mouth of His servant. Glory to God.



, Living is giving , giving is living.
Touch a life today, give, even if only a smile

hmmmmmmmmmmm

i wonder what happened suddenly to all the posters in this thread suddenly.

i think the original poster meant inspiration rather than manufacture.

the blood of Jesus is still the cure to all of this sad world ailments and

calvary road is still the best

how we used to sing

the way of the cross leads home
the way of the cross leads home
it is sweet to know as i onward go
the way of the cross leads home

hmmmm na wa o! but pastor's wives and pastors themselves use these things no be so?

this was one funny thread.

haha, poster, yhu live in rumukrushi/usa?? mayb na d sea 4 dere dey mk am

sorry,am bringing us back to this topic.
I was loosing my braids this morning and my dad said he read attachments are 4rm dead ppl's hair..what are the real ingredients used in production of attachment,and how is it produced?Pls anyone dat has a useful info abt this should contribute accordingly,Thanks.