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Anywhere you see Liverpool supporters gathering, just shout "Sarr is coming!" and watch them run for their lives.

Anywhere you see any Liverpool supporter, just shout "Sarr!!" and watch him run for his dear life.

ivolt:
Talentless overrated actor.
At least, he can dance.

Omo una dey talk o 🙄

Dry thread.

Dear Lord, ManU should not win. I need to mock my enemies.

DAX_DEAR GOD comes to my mind.

Dear God I just want to make this clear I am a believer But sometimes it gets hard My name is Dax (Dear God) Dear God There's a lot of questions that I have about the past (can you hear me?) And I don't want hear it from a human you made So you're the last person that I'm ever gonna ask Tell me what's real, tell me what's fake Why is everything about you a debate? (Why?) What's the point of love? Every time I've showed it I was broken and it's forced me just to only wanna hate Why's there only one you but multiple religions? (Why?) Why does every conversation end in a division? (Why?) Why does everybody want to tell us how to live But they won't listen to the same damn message that they giving? (Bleep them) Tell me how to feel, tell me what's wrong I tried to call, pick up the phone (pick up), I'm on my own Everybody says you coming back Then man why the hell's it taking so long? Why do I hurt? (Why?) Why is there pain? Why does everything good always have to change? (Why?) Why does everybody try to profit off another man's work Then destroy it just for monetary gain? (Bleep them) Tell me are you black or are you white? I don't even really care I just really want to know what's right They been saying one thing but I've been looking in the book And it seems like they've been lying for my whole damn life Tell me where I'm going (where?) Is it heaven or hell? I just hope this message greets you well I had a dream that I was walking with the devil Don't remember how it feels but I swear that I remember the smell Looked me right into my eyes and told me everything I wanted Could be mine if I gave up and decided to sell But I said I'd rather die then get mine now I'm here No fear one man with a story to tell Dear God, where were you when I needed it? When I bleeped up and repeated it? When they set the bar and I exceeded it? (Where were you?) My life is like a book that they've been judging by a cover But have never took the time to fucking read the shit (Bleep 'em) I remember telling you my goals and my dreams But you didn't even answer so I guess you didn't believe in it I remember sitting with a gun to my head trying to ask You for some help but I guess you didn't believe in it! I don't want religion I need that spirituality I don't want a church I need people to call a family I don't wanna tell my sins to another sinner just Because he's got a robe and he went to some academy I don't wanna read it in a book, I wanna hear it from you Don't wanna learn it in a school because they're hiding the truth Don't wanna talk about it to another fucking human being And that's only reason that I even stepped in this booth Dear God How do I take this darkness and turn it into light? How do believe in a concept where I speak to a man I've never seen with my own two eyes? How do I know that religion wasn't made Just to separate the world and create a whole disguise Just to keep us in these chains while the rich get richer And the poor pray to you and perpetuate a lie? How do I know this ain't some big joke? (How?) How can I have faith when there is no hope? (How?) How the hell does one man have a hundred billion dollars And we still have people on the street that are broke? There's a lot of things I wanna talk about and get off my chest I can't sleep 'cause the devil won't let me rest I used to know a fucking pastor in a church And I can still hear the screams of the kids he would fucking molest Dear God, do you hear me? (Do you hear me?) I'm supposed to fear you but you ain't said shit So maybe it's you who actually fears me? I don't know the answer I just want to see it clearly So many lies there's a thousand different theories All I want to know is who really made religion Because I know it wasn't you but don't nobody believes me No more lies, no more death Bring back King, bring back X Please dear God let their souls rest Protect who's left and watch their steps Dear God I don't want to have to ask you again I just hope that you know that I'm still a believer So I'll end this all by saying, "Amen" It's Dax

englishmart:
Klopp you're not Buhari and APC, you don't have to reply to futile mewlings.

You don carry am reach here? Nawa o

See the way sane people act. If it's Nigeria everyone would have been shouting "scripted! scripted!!"

AJ's fist Sha.

Chelsea Fans when you tell them to join in trolling Liverpool.
them: leave mee!!! Uncle Bayern will beat me.

Lucky goal for Ozil Mesut

chancery:
Good evening guys. I am a former student of unical but presently based in Lagos. I just did change of jamb date of birth but was given an indemnity form to sign at school before submitting to jamb office at calabar. I would be glad if anyone could be of assistance to me. To help print, sign and submit at jamb office.

How much will you pay? I can forfeit my lectures cos of you. Hehehe. Send me a mail.

Soured Valentine.

Around this time yesteryear I had so many problems running through my head and I virtually saw my ears. The Saint Valentine's Day celebrations came to an end with me and myself crying in bed for days. That week, I repented wholeheartedly and signed a personal contract with celibacy.
The morning of the D-day, I cunningly mopped and cleaned the house so I could soften my mom's heart to permit me attend the Youth concert I told her I was invited to minister in a drama. By evening, I left the house at 4pm on the dot with my pen, notepad and Bible in my hands. Before that day, my party clothes were already arranged by my friends who invited me to the club. Since Agatha - my girlfriend, came from a family that is not strict like mine, her coming out didn't cause her too much stress. We met at the junction and paid our way down to Tony's house.
Tony - my friend, was the one who proposed we should spend the evening at the night club, he promised to foot the bill for the drinks and food. He came along with two girls who were wearing skimpy skirts that showed their laps and we walked to the clubhouse which was a stone throw from his house. The party started in earnest and loud music blasted in the air. At 7pm we were all feeling tipsy, Tony took me aside and whispered some words into my ear.
"Guy, na your chance be this. Go the guest room go enjoy life." He gave a smirk and tapped my shoulder.
"How much do they charge?"
"Dunno, but it won't exceed three thousand naira for short time."
Agatha rebuffed when I mentioned it to her, but after three more sips from the wine, she rested her head on my shoulder and held me below my belt.
"Can we go inside now?" She asked in a seductive tone, already dragging me.
We went to the counter, paid the money, and the room key was given to us. We entered the room and the volume of the music playing outside died in the air. All I could hear was my heartbeat when I saw her brazier dropped on the ground. My legs were going weak and I felt nostalgic. I was really naive. I unbuckled my belt and pulled my trouser down, the notepad and pen fell from my pocket and my conscience dropped on my head. I lost interest in the sex but I was not fully conscious of myself.
"Babe, I'm not with protection." I tried to think straight but everything was blurry.
"What do you mean? That I'm infected with a kind of disease or what?" She snapped.
"Is something wrong with you? I'm talking about pregnancy or something else and you're trying to make me look stupid."
"Look, we've paid for this room already, we can't just leave like that. You know you can't go out to buy the condom cos you're submitting the keys to the receptionist immediately this door opens."
The argument lasted for some minutes before it finally ended up with Agatha riding on top of me. She was twisting her waist like an expert and I was enjoying the moment too. The pleasure came to an abrupt end when I cummed inside of her unknowingly. My eyes cleared and I jumped to my feet.
"What is your problem?" She asked with a disappointed face.
"I'm dead. I just ejaculated inside of you."
"And so?"
"Jesus!! It's now I know you're really stupid. My parents will kill me before I think of killing myself if it happens that you get pregnant."
"I should be the one scared here, I'm the one at risk of getting pregnant. Right?"
"You got yourself pregnant, isn't it? That's what you'll tell your parents when they ask, is it not? Sometimes you make me want to believe you're not normal."
I dressed up and left her in the room. By the time I came out, more girls clad in just pant and brazier were dancing. My friends were waiting for me outside and it took me a long time to locate them.
"Bro, you bin wan die on top her? Where's she?" Raymond asked.
"Guy, I don mess up. I cum inside her. I don die."
The both of them gave a mocking laugh and I felt like strangling life out of them.
"This na why we dey always talk say you suppose be woman. You and her who suppose to dey fear belle?!" They spoke simultaneously.
"What the hell is wrong with all of you? Can a girl get herself pregnant? I must come into the picture if it happens na. Make una try dey think like humans." Tears almost covered my eyes.
"So what is your plan now?" Raymond asked in a low voice.
"I'll go and pray to God that she should not get pregnant, then I'll repent."
I meant what I said, but somehow it sounded funny.
"Wait wait wait! You want God to answer that prayer?" Tony tried to hold the laughter in his mouth.
"If it happens that she doesn't get pregnant after you ejaculated inside of her, then you have another big case to settle. It'll be that she's either having a bad womb, or you're impotent. Stop being a clown, get that girl Postinor two ASAP."
At this point, Agatha came outside looking pale and visibly angry. Some guys had harassed her on her way out. Tony and Ray didn't find it funny when she pointed the guys to them. For the first time in my life, I saw my friends broke bottles and gave the guys a wild chase.
The night ended with all of us dispersing to our various homes. While the rest slept with calm and satisfied spirits, I kept on rolling on my bed with a heavy heart. Reality dawned on me and I remembered the type of family I came from.
"Oh God please..." I cried before falling to an uneasy sleep.
The next morning, I woke up very early and ran to the church for morning Mass. At the Mass, I cried all through and people were staring at me. After the Mass, I went straight to the chapel and laid there until late afternoon.
Seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours, hours to days, and days to a week. The next week, I finally switched on my phone and waited for the worse to happen. Just as I had thought, a call came in from Agatha. I left it to ring for some minutes while reciting Psalm twenty-three fervently. I finally picked the call and Agatha's first sentence made me sat on the ground.
"Papa Junior, your phone has been switched off for a week now, it finally went through today and you still don't want to take my calls."
She laughed and coughed.
"Agatha, I don't understand myself. What did you just call me?"
She laughed again, this time louder.
"You're such a weakling. Anyways, I called to tell you I'm ill."
My head became twice as normal and instant headache almost killed me.
"…My God my God, why have you forsaken me?"
I ended the call and broke down in a loud wailing. The cry attracted my mom and neighbors who rushed to know what happened. I ignored their questions and continued wailing and rolling on the ground.
After an hour, a text message popped up on my phone from Agatha
"I need you to help me with a thousand naira cos the ATM swallowed my card and I'm cashless right now. I'm having menstrual cramps and I need to get sanitary pads."
I read the text message twenty times in one minute before I could regain myself. It was at this point I noticed the crowd gathered around me.
"Ephraim, what happened?" My mom asked immediately I sat up.
I heaved a sigh of relief and walked inside the house without replying. Another Valentine's Day just passed, I sat in bed today reminiscing on the aftermath of last year's event. I smiled and continued reading my Textbook.

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This is not for optics or public acclaim. It is about the sort of example that Jesus set for us.
Yesterday, Bishop Godfrey Onah was headed for Mass in one of the rural parishes in his Diocese which could not be accessed by car. So he hopped on the motorcycle of one of his flock.
He made attempts to avoid the camera, but someone ended up getting many photo shots of him.
When we see this sort of Christ-like leadership, we are reminded about gospel values such as humility, simplicity, modesty and frugality, especially in a society where being a minister of the gospel has been reduced to a career on the path to financial stardom, ostentation, opulence and a luxurious lifestyle.
Before being appointed Bishop of Nsukka in July 2013, Onah was a distinguished professor of philosophy and vice-rector at the Pontifical Urban University in Rome, the first black to rise to such position."
Humility is the key to a successful leadership.

https://www.facebook.com/100002867012535/posts/2374259969346214/?app=fbl

These people now speak without fear. See how bold he is, as if he is right.

Which channel is showing the match on GoTv?

Domique sissy3
Happy Sunday.

No Bra Day is an annual observance on October 13 on which women are encouraged to forgo wearing a bra as a means to encourage breast cancer awareness. No Bra Day was initially observed on July 9, 2011, but within three years it had moved to October 13, the month of National Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Users on social media are encouraged to post using the hashtag #nobraday to promote awareness of breast cancer symptoms and to encourage gender equality. Some users on social media sites also encourage women to post pictures of themselves not wearing a bra. Some women embrace No Bra Day as a political statement while others prefer the comfort of discarding what they view as a restrictive, uncomfortable garment.

Date(s) October 13 (during National Breast Cancer Awareness Month)

Frequency Annual

Location(s) World-wide

Established July 9, 2011


Source: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/No_Bra_Day

Donmoscojaja:
in Java?

C++

• Demonstrate the concept of inheritance between Vehicles and Car class.

• Create a departmental records system. Create two classes called lecturer and Student. The student class should contain a reference to the lecturer object as a member of variable, each class should implement a displayRecord() function to print out messages from the class. The student class should display the name of the student with the supervising lecturer. Create an instance of five students and their supervising lecturers, print out their names to the screen together with the value of a static function containing the total number of students in the system.

Good day programmers, I need an urgent help from you, and I'd be grateful is my request is granted ASAP.
My CSC C.A Is giving me a tough time to work on, reasons being that I'm not a CSC student. I solicit with Nairalanders, to save my neck as the deadline is on Friday.

• Using examples of object and class, write a program that prints in two lines to the screen "Hello students! You are welcome to C++ programming LAB section".

Your program should have:
1. One class called "welcome message"
2. One member function caldd "Display()"
3. An object "obj_hello" that calls the function.

World Teachers' Day , also known as International Teachers Day , is held annually on October 5. Established in 1994, it commemorates the signing of the 1966 UNESCO /ILO.

Recommendation concerning the Status of Teachers, which is a standard-setting instrument that addresses the status and situations of teachers around the world. This recommendation outlines standards relating to education personnel policy, recruitment, and initial training as well as the continuing education of teachers, their employment, and working conditions. World Teachers' Day aims to focus on "appreciating, assessing and improving the educators of the world" and to provide an opportunity to consider issues related to teachers and teaching.

Source: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Teachers'_Day

Shout out to all who have dedicated their career to impacting knowledge on us.

RE: THE LAMENTS OF A NIGERIAN.

I humbly greet you most holy and sovereign entity. It's a thing of joy whenever I think of the fact that you brought yourself down to a level where humans can communicate with you anywhere and anytime. Gracias.
I'm a Nigerian by birth, I'm sure you know already; of course you sent me here. I really appreciate your word towards mankind, and I give you a big credit for that. Obrigado.
I'm writing specifically to bring to your notice (of which you're aware of), that the place you sent me and my fellow compatriots to, has been a living hell for us. It's been five decades and nine revolutions around the sun, the tenth month of the native calendar, and the first day of October. I was informed at birth that my country gained independence on this very day. The joy I felt ran through my spine when I learnt the national anthem and pledge. The well articulated prayers and promises that make up the stanzas are indeed touching.
Dear Lord, the truth is that everything we've been taught is a lie. You know Lord. We were made to believe we are the future Leaders, education is the key, honesty is the best policy, Nigeria will be great again. Dear Lord, you know. The labours of our heroes past is in vain, you know. "One nation bound in freedom, peace and unity!" Lord, you hear school pupils screaming this line every single weekday, can you please tell them the truth? After all, they end their every pledge with "So help me God."
We are dying, it's no longer funny. Was it ever funny? No! I know you are in heaven, watching over all of us in this nation; you are watching keenly as we dance slowly into an impending doom. But, can't something be done? Like, can't there be a reason why we should quit killing ourselves? That reminds me, how about the conscience you placed in us? I mean, the one you built to keep track of our thoughts, words, deeds and actions. Is it that we no longer use it, or you intentionally switched it off from heaven.
Dear Lord, it's a whopping fifty nine years and Nigeria is still at the back of every other nation. For every one step forward we take, we compliment it with seven steps backward. But why is it so Lord? You created every race, tribe, language, and country. I am pretty sure you were not biased when you created all these. Then how did we get here? Dear Lord, other countries now boast of uninterrupted power supply, while a local government in Lagos State saw electricity for the first time last year. Why? Dear Lord, why? I really need answers to my many questions. What is our offence? Why are we not progressing? Why are we heartless? Dear Lord why? My tears are soaking my notepad as I write.
Dear Lord, remember you created us in your image and likeness. Just last week, a serial killer was arrested in Port Harcourt, River State. He killed quite a number of ladies for no reason. Lord, Is that your nature? I think there are so many things you still have not told me.
A torture house was recently discovered here in our country. A torture house? God, right under your nose and you kept mute. Why? Dear Lord, it's not fair at all, it's not. Babies are regularly dropped by roadsides in cartons. Do you think it's fair? Why are we suffering simply because we are Nigerians?
Everything about us is deteriorating at every break of dawn. Our country is no longer safe for habitation. You know right? Good. That's the major reason why my brothers and sisters run outside on a daily basis; running from fire to another fire. Dear Lord, should we talk about the xenophobic attack? You know about it right? You still have not done anything. Why? I'm asking you Lord, why?
I read in the book of Life, that you know everything that will happen, centuries before they do. Lord, you saw these men in power and still made them leaders over your children? Like, what made you want to hurt? Did our forefathers offend you and we are unfortunate to pay for their sins? Dear Lord, the average Nigerian politician has children overseas, while we struggle to learn under trees over here. Is it fair?
It's fifty nine year Lord, nothing to show for it. No morals, no decorum, no sanity, no glory, no achievement. I'm sure you know immorality is now revered above good. But why is it so? Is it that we have not cried enough? Religion is tearing us into pieces using your name and you are not saying anything.
I have lots of unanswered questions I would love you to answer, you really have to. Because I see no reason why others are progressing and we are not. I see no reason why some people will deliberately hold his fellow human hostage and demand for money. I see no reason why the rich are getting richer and the poor are getting poorer. I see no reason why tribal discrimination is raging inside of us. I see no reason why we still have bad roads, bad leaders, bad educational system, bad name, bad reputation, bad religions, bad accommodating spirits, bad power supply,broken homes, bad families and bad home as a country.
Dear Lord, today we celebrate our freedom. I beckon on you, come join us in our party of tears and wailing. You know how it feels to be suffering and smiling? That's how we feel every blessed day.
Your Royal Majesty, I really don't mean to be disrespectful to you, I just want to speak my mind via this note. Do you think Nigeria will be great again? Please reply me as soon as possible. Thank you.

Ephraim Reuben Peter (MBA)
Your innocent son.

ewo! Etinyene, Loreto Girls Juniorate product. Ethan101, Congratulations to you guys. I wish I could be there. Ephraim Rebecca Peter.

This looks the end time we've been hearing about.

The same man we called clueless, we are now hailing "man of peace"