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Alakada! Alakada!! Alakada!!! Far interesting than Jenifer

millco88: OP, why don't you put up a pic and let us see that pretty face of yours. . .

Also goes for you........show us your face

mizcalvina: lol am outta here off to bed..

Lolz.......@last.....Sweet dreams

mizcalvina: how is it also yur problem

forget girl ain't gt no probs.......really i'd like to av my own share from those Naija Fairly Used Apple.....just name ur price

mizcalvina: These re the reasons why i hate yahoo guys.. (1) they re cheaters (2) they re smokers(3) they re liars (4) they spend money unNecessarily,above all they're demons/devilish.....

And how is that your problem? mtchwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Up Bacca......#TeamBaccaFanForLife#

Never too late man...Happy birthday and God bless your new age.....Cheers

onihaxy: Paul got home and began to apply the soap and lotion. At the first week, he noticed that he suddenly finds prayer and bible reading boring. Each time he makes attempt to have a quiet time, it always seems to be boring to him. This continued for 4weeks. On the second month, he stopped hearing the quiet voices of God which he normally heard and he never bothered about it. On the third month. Paul finds it difficult to attend church programmes. He started by going to church late on sundays. Gradually, he began to miss weekly services and before the end of the fifth month after visiting baba with his friends, paul had stopped attending church on sundays. His church members and elders in lagos who always knew him to be a dedicated and fervent Christian began to complain and worried over his sudden change in religious attitude. Instead of paul to reason with them, he fought his church members and he angrily stopped to be a member of the church. All through this five months, there is no sign or traces of job but his friends keeps assuring him that job would come. "Since it worked for us, then it will work for you" one of his friends said.
At the sixth month. Paul was stroked with a unknown attack. He began to bed wet. Whenever he sleeps, the whole mattress would be soaked with urine before daybreak. His friend were worried about it but there is nothing they could do to stop it, at the eighth month, it got worse that paul would pass urine in his trousers in the day break without him noticing it until his trouser gets wet. This happens to him mostly in public places. Paul was so embarrassed and disgraced that the whole neighbourhood was aware of it that paul is a daytime-bed wetter.
"This paul issue isn't ordinary. I think we should visit baba", one of his friend said. "I think you are right, we should go there tomorrow morning" the other friend replied. They all left for baba in the following morning.
"Baba, may you live long sir, here is our friend paul, he had been bed wetting for months sir" says one of his friends. Baba replied " haba, and you can't bring him to me all this while?, anyway, take this ointment and apply it on his body every night before you sleep. May the gods of my forefathers be with him". They all left and returned home. 3days after using the ointment, paul was healed of his bed wetting and everyone was happy. But 2days later, he was stroked with epilepsy.
Paul would suddenly fall down and started vomiting foam-like substances out of his mouth while shaking and rolling on the floor. On this latest development, his friends couldn't bear it and they sent him packing. Paul took his belongings and returned to his parents with the ailment.
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What a sorrowful pity for my brother paul in christ, Lol Onihaxy baba more grease to your elbow......still following you all round like a shadow

Beedeymie: Hrt do

Xeep: And so ended my short romance with Kenny, it was fun while it lasted.

Her exit from my life drew me and Bukola closer. We became very good friends. I became quite attached to her and most times we go home together after school, she is a nice and a very witty person. She always found something funny to say about everything.
I think I might have loved her somewhere along the line, I never told her but it definitely must have shown in my actions. I was quite cautious of the fact that I can’t possibly date her after “leaving” her friend. I made a move to ask her indirectly about it and she bluntly told me that why would she date a guy that first dated her friend, in her opinion she can’t play a second fiddle and if I liked her that much in the first place I wouldn’t have gone for Kenny. Our relationship was as platonic as it could be.

The rest of my 100l was spent like this. I am the kind of guy that find it below me to ask out or befriend a random girl on the street. I was kind of content with the relationship between me and Bukola. She had no boyfriend, I had no girlfriend and by unspoken mutual consent we were satisfied with our friendship.

The beginning of my 200l was a fresh start for me. One thing I found intriguing is the influx of very beautiful ladies in Bukola’s hostel. Her very beautiful younger sister gained admission into our school that year. Jummy also gained admission that year and she had a roommate Tolu who happened to be in 200l.

Many girls have excited my emotional admiration but not in the way Jummy did. Outwardly she’s got what every guy out there would kill for. She is very beautiful, and possesses very soft features. She has an hour-glass body Nicki Minaj might be jealous of. Her voice is very thin and melodic, if this girl calls your name you are bound to melt. She’s the kind of girl who will with ease awaken your sensual and carnal appetite. To top her merit list is her seductive eyes. Many guys in her hostel were used to calling her “oloju come and do”, meaning one who has got seductive eyes which frequently beckons you like the way a prostitute’s eyes would.

I instantly fell for her, I got talking with her and realized she’s very intelligent and hilarious. She’s the kind of girl that found it very easy to laugh at very of your dry jokes. From the onset I knew I had found a wife material one million yards. What else could any sane man wish for? Even describing how I feel about her right now awakens some sensual feelings I thought my heart is quite alien to by now; only someone you deeply love can awaken such emotions.

I am quite an emotional person and the only thing that could ever make me cry is a woman. You can flog me as much as you wish, you can kick and bruise me as you like and I won’t as much shed a tear. Makes me remember a nickname I was called in my secondary school days- “chester”. In the official boarding house dictionary, a chester would be someone who doesn’t betray any emotions when flogged or beaten.

I can’t possibly describe the number of times Jummy made me cry, I still kind of hurt just by remembering her.


I will continue shortly, by the way happy birthday to me…

Happy birthday Xeep...LL&P God bless your new age

Onihaxy my guy......following you like a ghost from "Romance CUM Sexuality" and here again we r on Religion Section, good work bro more ink to your pen....Ride On

missdebs: haters will remain haters.....dem for give c.ronaldo

God bless u......EOD

omanifrank: fool

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