mazimee: It probably got in through her nostril or ear. If it was Nigeria, people will be shouting village people upandan like the cockroach disappeared and appeared in her skull
Albert Einstein funrara e. Have you ever poured water inside your nose intentionally? I have. It appeared in my throat and some in my mouth. That's because the nostril is linked to the oesophagus. Same for the mouth.
Now my question is: HOW THAT COCKROACH TAKE ENTER THE WOMAN SKULL
The day was almost over, I looked forward to the close of work after a hectic day at the clinic. The clock read 5:50pm. Ten more minutes I silently chanted to myself, smiling delightedly. Ten more minutes and i could go home, relax, have a good dinner and surf the net. A perfect end to an incredibly busy and tiring day. Alas! It was not to be.
At precisely, 5:55pm, my boss called me to go on an ambulatory visit. To say I was upset was an understatement. All the same, I packed my things and went to see my patients.
On getting there, I discovered that there were 9 dogs - a mixture of Rottweilers and brindled Boerboels- all male.
Their handler called me aside saying, "doctor, there is one, hin tin don big." Not fully comprehending, I asked him to show me the one. I couldn't believe my eyes! It was the biggest scrotum I had ever seen on a dog. Up untill then, I hadn't witnessed a case that bad. I examined him quickly. His temperature was sky rocketing, he could barely walk and was in obvious distress. It was painful watching him try to walk. I knew immediately that I had to take the poor dog back with me to the clinic.
I got to work treating the other eight dogs quickly. It was a routine treatment- deworming and vaccinations.
On getting to the clinic, every one was startled. "What is that?" - was the question on everyone's lips as they pointed at the poor dog. My colleague was almost convinced it was a hernia. It was that huge!
We put him on the table, examined carefully and properly and concluded it was indeed Orchitis- inflammation of the scrotum. Antibiotics and pain relievers were administered daily for a week. By the 7th day, our dear boerboel was ready to go home with a normal-sized scrotum.
His handler was so relieved when he came to pick him up and I learnt that sometimes great opportunities happen at the least favourable times.
Eewo!
I have a question, doc! Can I breed the female dog in the pictures below with a German Shepherd?
Oluseye20: A mongrel is not really the name of a breed, a mongrel is just a word used to describe a mixed breed whose breeding probably didn't happen intentionally. Looking at this dog, I'll have to agree with your vet cos I doubt if it is a full breed. Probably has a trace of a terrier in him (not sure but just guessing).
I just wanted to ask drgbaks what breed it is. Thanks, anyway.
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I did a bit of research. She is a Cairnwich Terrier, a mixture of Cairn Terrier and Norwich Terrier.
One September evening, I came home from work to hear a funny sound outside my apartment. I listened for a bit then decided to go investigate.On opening my door, I looked surreptitiously to the right then left before my gaze landed on the object of the commotion. A puppy. A mongrel.
Bewildered as to how the puppy got to be there, I asked my neighbours and they had no clue as well. Seeing that the puppy was obviously cold I took it, examined quickly and brought her( the puppy was female ) onto my balcony.She seemed to be in good condition save the cold and hunger. Improvising, I laid a cereal box on the floor so she wouldn't get cold and went to get her something to eat.I decided to name her Gigi.
By the time I brought her food, Gigi was gone. I was slightly alarmed.I quickly checked around and found her in a little corner just outside my place (where I found her initially).I carried her back to the niche I had created for her, gave her milk with a little glucose and kibble (dry dog food).The way she lapped up the milk confirmed my assumptions.She sniffed the kibble but didn't eat it. After two servings of milk, I gave her water.One taste had her turning up her nose at it. I laughed. I understood her reaction, it wasn't as sweet as the milk.I covered her up when she fell asleep and went inside to attend to other matters.
After a while, I checked up on her and this time taught her to eat the kibble because I guessed she was probably still hungry.I gave her one bit at a time; the moment she got a hang of it, she almost finished the bowl I gave her in minutes.
The next day, I asked around again but nobody knew Gigi's human or if she was a stray.So I kept her and fed her again. She peed on my balcony and I was thinking that I had to train her when my landlord and his wife happened to pass by.They asked about her and I explained how I discovered her.The moment they found out Gigi was female, they took sticks, chased her off all the while shouting and praying that whatever evil intentions Gigi had would be foiled. My landlord belongs to a tribe in Nigeria called the Ikweres. You see the Ikweres abhor bitches. To this day I wonder what became of my Gigi.
Is that really a mongrel? Our vet identified this dog in the picture below as mongrel. Maybe it's a mixed breed.
At the backyard of a face-me-I-slap-you house, a man in ragged clothing and hair sits on an orange tree unnoticed. He plucks an orange and begins to peel it with a rusted metal pellet. Mama Ogene enters the backyard through the hallway. She is on a polo top, a wrapper, and a pair of white slippers. She has a potty containing the night’s urine on one hand and a polythene bag on the other. She goes straight to the standalone building close to the orange tree, which is used as a restroom. She drops the polythene, opens the door, and begins to empty the urine away. Mama Bisi emerges from the hallway in a not-so-hurried movement. She wears a buba, ties a wrapper, and has a small black nylon on one hand.
MAMA BISI. [Approaches Mama Ogene and clears throat.] MAMA OGENE. [Startled. Pops her frame outside.] Ah! MAMA BISI. Sorry say I disturb you, madam. MAMA OGENE. Oh, it’s nothing. MAMA BISI. [Flashes her a smile.] Good morning. MAMA OGENE. Good morning. MAMA BISI. Uh… I hear say you just park come yesterday. I been so tayad yesterday, I for don’ come greet you. MAMA OGENE. [Finishes her stuff and packs the potty.] So nice of you, but you don’t have to worry about me. I’ll be fine. Thank you. MAMA BISI. No dey talk that way, Mama Igbo… MAMA OGENE. [Cuts in.] Hey! Don’t call me that rubbish. [The man on the orange tree smiles.] MAMA BISI. No vex. I no kuku know your name. MAMA OGENE. No need to know my name. Call me Mama Ogene. MAMA BISI. [Surprised.] So, you get shildren? Them tell me say you no get, but I come tell them say you get, say I never see them. [Mama Ogene stands still, gazing at her.] I be Mama Bisi. You see, Bisi na ‘im be my first born before I come born Bayo. [Grins.] People just dey ask me say, “Them be twins?” Their name start from B, them dey the same class, in fact, them like to dey wear the same cloth. [Grins again.] MAMA OGENE. [Boiling with anger.] And so fuc…? [Something rushes past her leg. She drops the potty and screams.] Ewo!!! Blood of Jesus! MAMA BISI. [Bursts into laughter.] ‘E go soon master you. MAMA OGENE. [Panting.] What is that? MAMA BISI. Na rat now. Them plenty for here. MAMA OGENE. Big as that? [To herself.] I never thought there would be rats around here. So big and disgusting. [Spits.] MAMA BISI. Before nko? In fa’t, na one of the things wey make me purshue you for this early mormor be that. MAMA OGENE. You come to greet me at barely seven o’clock because of rat? MAMA BISI. [Hisses.] Dey there dey blow grammar. Rat matter small. The koko na ‘im I wan’ tell you, because I know say all these wicked people no go wan’ tell you, sake of say you just come. Them go want make you enjoy am small. MAMA OGENE. What is the “koko” you want to tell me? MAMA BISI. [Gestures for her to come. Mama Ogene picks up her potty and polythene, and goes in the direction of the trashcan.] See, ‘e get one mad man wey dey hang for this place well well. MAMA OGENE. Mad man? MAMA BISI. Yes! Mad man. Him madness no get boundary. Na M’eku them dey call am. Baba M’eku. MAMA OGENE. Baba’n M’eku. What does it mean? MAMA BISI. ‘E mean say he dey catch rat. Na expert. And you know say them plenty for her well well. [Chuckles.] MAMA OGENE. And what does he do with it? MAMA BISI. He dey eat am na! MAMA OGENE. Ewo! Jesus. MAMA BISI. Abi na who go feed am? See, make I warn you about them folks wey dey live for this compound eh. Them wicked no be small. MAMA OGENE. Why? MAMA BISI. Ha! Na one of them—one stupid alfa like that—make Baba M’eku go mad now. MAMA OGENE. Were you there? MAMA BISI. Dey there. Them even say na rat them use do the juju. In fa’t, na why he dey stay near this place be that. He wan’ revenge. BABA M’EKU. [Becomes angry and wants to jump down but hesitates. He bites his index finger and continues peeling the orange.] MAMA OGENE. Really? MAMA BISI. See, I just wan’ tell you wetin him fit do. He fit carry your wrapper when you dey baff. He fit carry your pot of rice for fire. He fit waste all the water wey dey inside your drum. He fit carry all your cloth wey dey on top wire. BABA M’EKU. [Stops peeling orange and listens attentively.] MAMA BISI. He fit do anything, so na you sabi how you go take cope. [Makes to leave.] MAMA OGENE. Wait! [Mama Bisi waits.] This M’eku you’ve been talking about, how will I even know when he’s around? MAMA BISI. ‘E simple, Mama Ogene. If him dey around, he go show him fa… BABA M’EKU. [Hits Mama Ogene hard on the head with an orange peel.] MAMA OGENE. [Exclaims.] Ewo!!! BABA M’EKU. [Jumps down.] Hiya! MAMA BISI. [Yells.] Baba M’eku o!!!
Baba M’eku roars. Mama Bisi sprints for the hallway. Mama Ogene drops the potty and flings her polythene subconsciously at Baba M’eku. She also makes for the hallway despite her loose wrapper.
Ah! Thank God for him. He doesn't post often, does he? I'd like to converse with him. Did he also at a point proclaimed the Lord as the OP? I'll keep searching and digging his previous posts sha.
I bless God for your life. God is a God of second chances. Its does not take intellectual sucide to admit to the existence of ones maker. The good Lord that has started a new thing in your life will perfect it in Jesus name.
I want to salute and encourage my brothers and sisters in Christ: KingEbukasBlog, Richirich713, thoniameek, anas09, Tufanja, elantraceey, OLAADEGBU, KingEbukaNaija, ceeted, Chidexter, lezz, analice107, bxcode, Topeakintola, UyiIredia, Tellemall, vooks, Ishilove, sukkot, gatiano, mrpresident1, Drefan2, Strawman, dazzle101, lalasticlala, seun, Dejideji1, Farmerforlife, muafrika2, 4evergod2, udysweet, Edelweiss44, naijadeyhia e.t.c, to keep up the Good work. May God bless you all.
I also want to use this as a point of contact to atheists in here: Seun, Plaetton , Johnydon22 ilovetheline, JackBizzle, Kay17, Weah96 , AgentOfAllah, Ayomikun37 , hahn , sonOfLucifer , frank317 muskeeto , Decker , PastorAIO , ValentineMary , Pyrrho , braithwaite , dragonEmperor , theoneJabulani , cloudgoddess , ifenes , brigance , stephenmorris , thehomer, dalaman, hopefulLandlord, menehsheh, sweetcocoa et. al. I pray that y'all surrender your lives to Christ before it is too late.
I believe atheists and theists could learn a thing or two from the powerful short story of this man.
vivaciousvivi: The person with the nylon bag is just waiting patiently to carry his snake meat after all the noise has died down jeje. RIP to the 2 er... goats.
Misterdhee1: Ohh...Happy birthday in advance bro...Yeah... Adediran Adedayo Abdullahi
Couldn't find you, though. And it's hard finding someone with only two names. Anyway, you can add me up with "Abraham Adejare Adekunle." You'll surely find me.
Misterdhee1: I can relate to some of the things op listed about virgos..#September12
Also born September 12th. While I may not buy (or may not have bought) into all this stuff, it describe who I am. . Recently, I was telling a female friend my problem in parablelike words, but she didn't understand. Just left her "ranting." She expected me to spell it out. By the way, I'll follow you and congratulate you on your birthday. You on Facebook?