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Madawaki01: And ishilove z he doesn't even 4llow baba flow..how come she popped up when her name was mentioned?
AM BEGGINING TO THINK ISHILOVE IS MACJIVE....(just thinking aloud)

flow1759: I had always been a good "Tamoher". Tamoh was in born because i grew up in the ghetto.

But that day Tamoh failed me. Or would i say i failed Tamoh.

I clung to the truck with my right hand and held the Fruit juice with my left hand.

All of a sudden, the Fruit Juice fell from my hand to the ground, and the content exploded on the road. "Flow you don pour our Five alive for ground, u don f''uck up" Brainbox yelled at me.

"i don f''uck up true true oh" I said.

Little did i know that worse problem was yet to come.


The truck driver was moving at a very high speed that i was wondering if he was drunk.

Don't drink and drive, they say. But legend has it that if you smoke weed, you would drive as fast as if you were on a F1 race Championship. You could even win the Championship if u wish. If only the F1 race athletes knew about "igboh", they would take like five wraps to increase their l'ibido before the start of every race.


The truck driver was driving that fast because he was a student of Paapa weed secondary school, Nekede, Owerri. I had seen him there before. Maybe he went for early morning "weedioly" lecture before hiting the road. Just maybe.


We got close to a pot hole, yet he drove faster. I was dead frightened. The truck galloped as it reached the pot hole, sending a discordant tune down my brain. Not only that.

My hands failed me.

I lost my grib.

A car was moving at a high speed behind us.

I heard my heart almost burst my solar plexus open.

I was gonna die, or so i tot.

"Am coming home Lord" i said in my mind.

In my mind's eyes, i saw myself in heaven.

All these were unfolding within split seconds.


Within split seconds also, Brainbox skillfully grabbed me by my T-shirt and pulled me back. I was saved by the bell.

I was saved by Brainbox.

The same Brainbox i almost poisoned with Urine.

He grabbed me with so much Dexterity i must say. Little wonder he told me while we were at Umunkoto that he had worked as a bus Conductor in Lagos before he got admission into the University, i never believed him then.

But I could now believe.

I found back my grib, as i managed to clung to the truck, even though i was as fidgety as Baba jay the Epilepsy victim.


"oga driver take am easy oh, na human beings dey here, no be goat" Man yelled at the driver.

"na me carry una enter my motor? Who tell una to hang there?" the driver responded.

"naso person dey die oh" i said to myself, as i saw that my T-shirt was torn.

Better for me to the n''aked than for me to be gone.

"because dead body no dey mix rice and beans"

flow1759: I had always been a good "Tamoher". Tamoh was in born because i grew up in the ghetto.

But that day Tamoh failed me. Or would i say i failed Tamoh.

I clung to the truck with my right hand and held the Fruit juice with my left hand.

All of a sudden, the Fruit Juice fell from my hand to the ground, and the content exploded on the road. "Flow you don pour our Five alive for ground, u don f''uck up" Brainbox yelled at me.

"i don f''uck up true true oh" I said.

Little did i know that worse problem was yet to come.


The truck driver was moving at a very high speed that i was wondering if he was drunk.

Don't drink and drive, they say. But legend has it that if you smoke weed, you would drive as fast as if you were on a F1 race Championship. You could even win the Championship if u wish. If only the F1 race athletes knew about "igboh", they would take like five wraps to increase their l'ibido before the start of every race.


The truck driver was driving that fast because he was a student of Paapa weed secondary school, Nekede, Owerri. I had seen him there before. Maybe he went for early morning "weedioly" lecture before hiting the road. Just maybe.


We got close to a pot hole, yet he drove faster. I was dead frightened. The truck galloped as it reached the pot hole, sending a discordant tune down my brain. Not only that.

My hands failed me.

I lost my grib.

A car was moving at a high speed behind us.

I heard my heart almost burst my solar plexus open.

I was gonna die, or so i tot.

"Am coming home Lord" i said in my mind.

In my mind's eyes, i saw myself in heaven.

All these were unfolding within split seconds.


Within split seconds also, Brainbox skillfully grabbed me by my T-shirt and pulled me back. I was saved by the bell.

I was saved by Brainbox.

The same Brainbox i almost poisoned with Urine.

He grabbed me with so much Dexterity i must say. Little wonder he told me while we were at Umunkoto that he had worked as a bus Conductor in Lagos before he got admission into the University, i never believed him then.

But I could now believe.

I found back my grib, as i managed to clung to the truck, even though i was as fidgety as Baba jay the Epilepsy victim.


"oga driver take am easy oh, na human beings dey here, no be goat" Man yelled at the driver.

"na me carry una enter my motor? Who tell una to hang there?" the driver responded.

"naso person dey die oh" i said to myself, as i saw that my T-shirt was torn.

Better for me to the n''aked than for me to be gone.

"because dead body no dey mix rice and beans"

flow1759: I had always been a good "Tamoher". Tamoh was in born because i grew up in the ghetto.

But that day Tamoh failed me. Or would i say i failed Tamoh.

I clung to the truck with my right hand and held the Fruit juice with my left hand.

All of a sudden, the Fruit Juice fell from my hand to the ground, and the content exploded on the road. "Flow you don pour our Five alive for ground, u don f''uck up" Brainbox yelled at me.

"i don f''uck up true true oh" I said.

Little did i know that worse problem was yet to come.


The truck driver was moving at a very high speed that i was wondering if he was drunk.

Don't drink and drive, they say. But legend has it that if you smoke weed, you would drive as fast as if you were on a F1 race Championship. You could even win the Championship if u wish. If only the F1 race athletes knew about "igboh", they would take like five wraps to increase their l'ibido before the start of every race.


The truck driver was driving that fast because he was a student of Paapa weed secondary school, Nekede, Owerri. I had seen him there before. Maybe he went for early morning "weedioly" lecture before hiting the road. Just maybe.


We got close to a pot hole, yet he drove faster. I was dead frightened. The truck galloped as it reached the pot hole, sending a discordant tune down my brain. Not only that.

My hands failed me.

I lost my grib.

A car was moving at a high speed behind us.

I heard my heart almost burst my solar plexus open.

I was gonna die, or so i tot.

"Am coming home Lord" i said in my mind.

In my mind's eyes, i saw myself in heaven.

All these were unfolding within split seconds.


Within split seconds also, Brainbox skillfully grabbed me by my T-shirt and pulled me back. I was saved by the bell.

I was saved by Brainbox.

The same Brainbox i almost poisoned with Urine.

He grabbed me with so much Dexterity i must say. Little wonder he told me while we were at Umunkoto that he had worked as a bus Conductor in Lagos before he got admission into the University, i never believed him then.

But I could now believe.

I found back my grib, as i managed to clung to the truck, even though i was as fidgety as Baba jay the Epilepsy victim.


"oga driver take am easy oh, na human beings dey here, no be goat" Man yelled at the driver.

"na me carry una enter my motor? Who tell una to hang there?" the driver responded.

"naso person dey die oh" i said to myself, as i saw that my T-shirt was torn.

Better for me to the n''aked than for me to be gone.

"because dead body no dey mix rice and beans"

flow1759: I had always been a good "Tamoher". Tamoh was in born because i grew up in the ghetto.

But that day Tamoh failed me. Or would i say i failed Tamoh.

I clung to the truck with my right hand and held the Fruit juice with my left hand.

All of a sudden, the Fruit Juice fell from my hand to the ground, and the content exploded on the road. "Flow you don pour our Five alive for ground, u don f''uck up" Brainbox yelled at me.

"i don f''uck up true true oh" I said.

Little did i know that worse problem was yet to come.


The truck driver was moving at a very high speed that i was wondering if he was drunk.

Don't drink and drive, they say. But legend has it that if you smoke weed, you would drive as fast as if you were on a F1 race Championship. You could even win the Championship if u wish. If only the F1 race athletes knew about "igboh", they would take like five wraps to increase their l'ibido before the start of every race.


The truck driver was driving that fast because he was a student of Paapa weed secondary school, Nekede, Owerri. I had seen him there before. Maybe he went for early morning "weedioly" lecture before hiting the road. Just maybe.


We got close to a pot hole, yet he drove faster. I was dead frightened. The truck galloped as it reached the pot hole, sending a discordant tune down my brain. Not only that.

My hands failed me.

I lost my grib.

A car was moving at a high speed behind us.

I heard my heart almost burst my solar plexus open.

I was gonna die, or so i tot.

"Am coming home Lord" i said in my mind.

In my mind's eyes, i saw myself in heaven.

All these were unfolding within split seconds.


Within split seconds also, Brainbox skillfully grabbed me by my T-shirt and pulled me back. I was saved by the bell.

I was saved by Brainbox.

The same Brainbox i almost poisoned with Urine.

He grabbed me with so much Dexterity i must say. Little wonder he told me while we were at Umunkoto that he had worked as a bus Conductor in Lagos before he got admission into the University, i never believed him then.

But I could now believe.

I found back my grib, as i managed to clung to the truck, even though i was as fidgety as Baba jay the Epilepsy victim.


"oga driver take am easy oh, na human beings dey here, no be goat" Man yelled at the driver.

"na me carry una enter my motor? Who tell una to hang there?" the driver responded.

"naso person dey die oh" i said to myself, as i saw that my T-shirt was torn.

Better for me to the n''aked than for me to be gone.

"because dead body no dey mix rice and beans"