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Literature / Re: Countless (a story of Sex, Betrayal and vengeance) by Darousmart Emmanuel. by BiadeFolar(m): 12:49pm On Mar 26, 2018
welldone bro, remain fly sir!
Literature / Re: My Islamic Short Stories by BiadeFolar(m): 12:36pm On Mar 26, 2018
Nabeelah (An Islamic Love Story) Ep. 4

Episode 4

I felt a sharp pain in my heart and the dream was terminated, By the time I become conscious, it was not in my room, the whole scene was blur, but I see two things in front of me, I can’t tell if there human or angels, they are in full white – the dream was the last thing I remembered.

Am I dead? Could this be heaven? Is it true that angels are in white as they were being showed in Nollywood? But am sure Munkar and Nakir can’t be as thin as these things am seeing.

”Nurse, please go and inform the doctor that he is now conscious” Abdur Rahmaan said.

Alhamdullilah, I am in the hospital not in the grave, I can now see that the two people in whites were nurses. I can also see Nabeelah, fatimah and Abdur Rahmaan.

”How are you feeling now?” nabeelah asked

I looked at her beautiful face but I am too weak to give her a reply

”Leave him, let him rest” the other nurse said

”salam alaykum wa rahmatulah, how is your health, Hope nurse jumoke took good care of you” Nabeelah said when she entered with her friend fatimah.

She didn’t wait for me to answer a question before asking another, I managed to reply her tasleem and ‘Alhamdullilah’to answer the rest

“Alhamdullilah” they cheered, they were happy that I could talk.

Fatimah placed her hand on my forehead and said ”We have brought you a delicious food, I cooked it”. I don’t know what she meant by telling me she cooked the food, placing her hand over my head also angered me but I can’t show the anger in my current state. Even nabeelah that I was planning nikkah with, she never touch me and she had never allow me to touch her.

Apart from being weak, knowing that fatimah cooked the food could not let me eat well; I don’t like that girl, she is an extrovert but would want to portray herself as introvert. But, am less concerned with her attitude. I ate the little i could eat and left the remaining.

”You better eat well now, very soon the nurse will be here to shook your bum-bum” nabeelah joked.

”How did I get here?” I asked.

Nabeelah didn’t answer at first, and I asked her the second time.

She said ”I don’t really know what happened, your friend called me to come here, he said that you were in the state of unconsciousness.”

”The doctor said that you were having blood disorder, though we don’t know what he meant by that, but Alhamdullilah, you are now responding to treatment” fatimah added.

I already know what was happening to me but I won’t tell nabeelah until after nikkah.

Alhamdullilah, akanni boy is fit again and the strike in our school was over. I just finished in the class and about to go home when my phone rang, it was Fatimah that called.

Me: hello, sis fatimah, salam alaykum.

fatimah: wa alaykum ssalaam, where are you?, Come to our house now!

Me: what happened?

Fatimah: Nabeelah had been sitting down here crying since.

Me: crying? What happened?

Fatimah: She told me in the morning that she’s going to the hospital to collect the result of the test she did.

Me: what test is that?

Fatimah: She didn’t tell me either; She had been holding the result while crying bitterly, she didn’t allow me to look at the result, but I guessed it is either Pregnancy test or HIV test

***

” Hey, ja’far, don’t move any closer, our nikkah won’t be possible again” she said crying.

My heart begin to beat faster

” What is this girl saying?”

”Is it true that she contacted HIV?”

‘‘How will she contact HIV?.”

”Or is she pregnant?”

‘‘How can she be pregnant, when no one had touched her?”

”Is it the pregnancy of holy spirit”

” or this girl had been pretending to be chaste all these while”

”What will happen to all our nikkah preparation now?”

” Ja’far, you are a wicked soul, I just believed the fact that wickedness of a serpent cannot be compared to that of a man” Nabeelah said crying.

I was surprised by…
to be continued

Episode 5: http://biadefola.com.ng/2018/03/26/nabeelah-an-islamic-love-story-ep-5/

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Politics / Re: Akeredolu Loses At Supreme Court by BiadeFolar(m): 8:53pm On Mar 23, 2018
IgbosAreOsus:

Osu people and frustration.

I know know wetin consign osu person with Ondo elections now o

OSU is a university, formerly Ogun State University now OOU, Olabisi Onabanjo University, I never attended the school so I don't share their frustration
Politics / Re: Akeredolu Loses At Supreme Court by BiadeFolar(m): 8:48pm On Mar 23, 2018
Tobycharles:


U ain't communicating...

With you, yeah.
Politics / Re: Akeredolu Loses At Supreme Court by BiadeFolar(m): 8:47pm On Mar 23, 2018
ZionJay:


What if your head is not correct ? undecided

What if Zion is not Jay but only Okocha is?
Politics / Re: Akeredolu Loses At Supreme Court by BiadeFolar(m): 8:46pm On Mar 23, 2018
omojesu202:


you might need to see a Psychiatrist... it's urgent

Since you're omojesu why not go see your daddy and talk to him... Pray for the ability to fix your life before burdening yourself with other's
Literature / Re: PERFIDY- A STORY OF LOVE,BETRAYAL AND DECEIT by BiadeFolar(m): 8:36pm On Mar 23, 2018
ericsmith:
just when i thot jide n one guy had so much in common,,he fall my hand sad ,, opportunity come but ones.. womanology 101 ,,neva turn down a puna except she get HIV/AIDs.
cannt even wait on kola naa me go kill these jide guys ... blood clot jor

Womanology, this one weak me o grin

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Literature / Re: My Islamic Short Stories by BiadeFolar(m): 1:56pm On Mar 23, 2018
Ayoshewa12:
Jazakumllah khayr ketir, I leant so much from the first story,still waiting for more.

Alhamdulillah

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Politics / Re: Akeredolu Loses At Supreme Court by BiadeFolar(m): 12:01pm On Mar 23, 2018
Lipscomb:
cool what are you saying are you smoke weed.

Aktually, if you think it thoroughly, to smoke weed, I would have to turn the weed to a fish so that it can be properly smoked like a smoked fish... or is that why yoruba thugs call weed eja?

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Politics / Re: Dapchi Girl: "We Were Flown In Planes, Used Boats To Cross Rivers"– The Guardian by BiadeFolar(m): 11:49am On Mar 23, 2018
It is true. the chopper almost crashed but Jack Baur rescued it!

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Sports / Re: Fact:one Greatest Fact About Ibrahimovic One Season At United by BiadeFolar(m): 11:41am On Mar 23, 2018
He went to Manure to win UCL and didn't.
Politics / Re: Akeredolu Loses At Supreme Court by BiadeFolar(m): 11:40am On Mar 23, 2018
What if all of this was a dream, Nigeria, the leaders we've had, the problems we encountered, what if everything is a dream, what if the op is actually Akeredolu himself and he's a Palestinian? what if?

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Literature / Re: My Islamic Short Stories by BiadeFolar(m): 11:24am On Mar 23, 2018
Episode 3

In a few minutes a sister appeared and Abd. Rahmaan informed me that she was nabeelah, I almost fainted because the sister was as fat as madam cash, her face had a slight difference from the face of a former president of Nigeria, with her cheeks designed with six bold stripes of tribal marks, I was stunned and couldn’t stop my mouth from saying ”You fought a lion?”, she smiled because she thought I joked – then I knew the meaning of Abd. Rahmaan’s statement when he said ”wetin you see for dah kind girl body” – I knew it’s a mere co- incidence because the girl also introduced herself as Olayiwola Nabeelah
I quickly explained myself to her that it was a mix up and apologised to her for taking her time. – Aye le oo.

Dizziness came, I knew that I must pay the debt I owed sleep, Abd. Rahmaan took me to the school’s masjid where I slept. I didn’t wake until it’s time for Salatul Dhur. After Salaah, Abd. Rahmaan was about to see me off when my eyes just came across the jewel I have been searching for, Brighter than the sun – The real Nabeelah finally appeared but she hadn’t observe salaah, she rushed in to the masjid for salaah.
I called the attention of my friend and he was surprised he said : ” I knew her very well, she was among the muallimah teaching sister’s Qur’an in the campus, But I don’t know her as nabeelah, we call her Ummul khayr”

I was extremely happy, I felt like a person given a free ticket to jannah from Dunya. After several minutes of waiting, she finally came out and I approached her.

”Alhamdullilah, to be sincere bro. Ja’far, you are really funny – I do appreciate your love for me because there are so many ladies out there, May Allah love you too. But am very sorry to tell you that am not ready for Nikkah, my nikkah will be after my education, and I know that you understand the ruling of relationship in Islam. Am very sorry sir!” Nabeelah replied.
Her reply almost made me faint but seeing my reaction, I knew she pitied me and she continued ”But if you won’t mind, there is another face to this coin. If you can wait for me to finish my education

”loving the person that doesn’t want to see you could also be regarded to as disaster” Imam shafii said.

That was my fate in my waiting period, But since that is the other face to the coin, two years is not too much – I have to wait.
Distasrous was the conditions she gave for the waiting period; I must not try visiting her and I must not try communicating with her through any means, any attempt to foil those conditions will destroy our plan.
A day my eyes were suffering from the hunger of her face and I made up my mind to see her. I am not a fan of MSSN and I neither participate in their programmes nor attend their lectures, but just to see the face of my angel, I attended her school’s jihad week finale but I didn’t see her until the program came to an end. When I saw her face, I reversed my intention of greeting her, I realised letter B that starts BEAUTY also starts BEAST, her face is more than a beast’s in anger mood, she frowned like a whiteman that suffered from the fart of an African man – Strong aqeedah is frustrating at times, I ran for my life.

Very soon the waiting period was over, Nabeelah will be mine any moment from now, I am now free to talk to her but it would be in the presence of her friend, Fatimah. Our plan for nikkah started fully.
My parents are already aware of my intention to get married; I just have to take nabeelah to them for approval, But her parents Insists she must finish her HND programmes before thinking of marriage and every attempt to persuade them proved abortive.
I wonder why nowadays parents won’t approve the marriage of a 22 years old girl and they will allow her to have boyfriends, little did they know that they will have share in her sin when she commits Zina. Umar R.A said: ”Marry out your children when they reach puberty and do not carry their sins”.

There was a man in my neighbourhood that always says: ” My daughter won’t get married until she reaches the ripe age of 28” and the particular girl he’s talking about had aborted 3 pregnancies for Prof. Abiola before she became 20. I knew Nigerian ruqyah can’t deliver the man, He should receive his Ruqyah from Sudais and Shuraym.

After so much prayer and fasting, Nabeelah’s parents finally agreed, and our Nikkah preparation commenced fully.

On a cold night, I saw myself and Nabeelah in a dream, we were playing in a beautiful garden.

” You know I didn’t test any of your ability before I agree to marry you” she said

”yes”

” I will give you a brain ability test now, I you pass the test; I am fully yours but If you fail; we will cancel all our nikkah preparations”

” go on” I agreed
(readers should also try the test)

She asked me to pronounce ”SILK” six times and I did, she also asked me to spell it, ”S-I-L-K” – I pronounced.

She asked ” what do cows drink?”

”Milk” I quickly answered.

She laughed and said ” you are wrong, cows don’t drink milk, they drink water. You are a dullard, I can’t marry you”

I felt a sharp pain in my heart and the dream was terminated, By the time I become conscious, it was...
to be continued

Episode 4 http://biadefola.com.ng/2018/03/23/nabeelah-an-islamic-love-story-ep-4/

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Literature / Re: The Handsome Devil I Know by BiadeFolar(m): 10:15am On Mar 23, 2018
Saphire, Saphire! God will finally heal you, I hope it does not get too late then
Literature / Re: PERFIDY- A STORY OF LOVE,BETRAYAL AND DECEIT by BiadeFolar(m): 10:39pm On Mar 22, 2018
dupelomo777:
wetin do Kyla now?

Jide

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Literature / Re: ‘iya Awon Boys!’ A Moral Narration by Taiwo Oladimeji Balogun (biadefola.com.ng) by BiadeFolar(m): 9:07pm On Mar 22, 2018
Uthman2senior:
Please I use God beg you, where can I get the completed Nabeelah story?

Sir, you have to follow it bit by bit... I'm promoting my blog with the stories I drop here.
To follow Nabeelah check www.biadefola.com.ng update drops except on weekends. Thanks.
Literature / Re: My Islamic Short Stories by BiadeFolar(m): 9:02pm On Mar 22, 2018
Feanah:
Barakallah....Following!!Continue pls

Inshallah, I will update tomorrow morning. But episode 3 is already in the link provided. Mashallah
Literature / Re: My Islamic Short Stories by BiadeFolar(m): 5:04pm On Mar 22, 2018
NABEELAH Episode 2

My heart skipped a beat when I heard she memorized the Qur’an, and my will to get her waxed stronger. But my second mind was telling me that she might not accept me because she was appearing to be better than me in every aspect, she’s got a stronger aqeedah and also memorized the Qur’an.

”She got admission to The Polytechnic, Ibadan last year” the woman revealed.

At last I got her, I am a student of University of Ibadan which was very close to the polytechnic, though we are on strike but I must get back to school, getting her there will be very easy.

”Mummy, one of my friends just called me now that we must meet one of our lecturers tomorrow, I must travel to Ibadan, very early tomorrow morning” I announced

Abdul rahmaan could also be regarded as sunnatic, he was my intimate friend at secondary school, we both chose U.I and Poly Ibadan on our jamb form, while I was admitted into U.I, he got admitted to Poly Ibadan and he’s popular among Muslim brothers on campus, his popularity will help in the searching.

”A friend in need is a friend indeed” they say. so, I solicited for his help, he was not ready to help at first because it seemed childish and immature to him, It took time to explain what love is to him, he later agreed and pledged to help.

My director of strategy – Prof. Abiola told me he’s fed up with the search and advised me to quit and find someone else, I refused to quit but he quitted.

The boss was gone and I felt like am in an aeroplane without pilot but Allahu Musta’an.

Grrrrrghhh — my phone rang, it was Abd. Rahmaan.

Me: shaykh, salaam alaykum

Abd. Rahmaan: wa alaykum ssalaam, Kayf?

Me: Alhamdullilah

Abd. Rahmaan: Akhi, you said her surname was olayiwola abi?

Me: Yes, Exactly!

Abd. Rahmaan: You won’t believe it, I found her today

Me: wow, Masha Allah, Alhamdullilah

Abd. Rahmaan: but am sorry oo, wetin you see for dah kind girl body

Me: Forget about that, you cannot understand – na me know her value

Abd. Rahmaan: I don talk to her sha, let’s meet in the school library tomorrow by 10 a.m.

Me : No yawa, Jazaakumullah khayr, Am really grateful

I couldn’t sleep that night, I was thinking of what her response would be after listening to my talk. Will she refuse a tall handsome guy with pink lips like me? – Never! Alhamdullilah, she won’t know that I don’t have six packs. I started to rehearse my talk and I prayed to Allah for eloquence, the Dua of Musa came to my mind and I started to murmur it till fajr ”Rabbi Ishrah li sadrii…”. Those dark eight hours are longer than one thousand months, they were the longest of my life.

Punctuality is the key to success, I arrived at the school premises around 9:30 a.m., I called Abd. Rahmaan and we met in the school library, we exchanged pleasantries but he noticed that I was impatient.

He exclaimed ” Oko iyawo, wetin dey do you like”, I told him am in haste to see the sister. He phoned and assured me to calm down.

In a few minutes a sister appeared and Abd. Rahmaan informed me that she was nabeelah, I almost fainted because…
to be continued

Episode 3 : http://biadefola.com.ng/2018/03/22/nabeelah-an-islamic-love-story-continued-2/

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Literature / Re: PERFIDY- A STORY OF LOVE,BETRAYAL AND DECEIT by BiadeFolar(m): 4:47pm On Mar 22, 2018
Literature / Re: Beauty And The Mechanic by BiadeFolar(m): 3:58pm On Mar 22, 2018
honourable356:


Will they do that??
Won't they be reasonable??

They rarely are sir!

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Literature / Re: PERFIDY- A STORY OF LOVE,BETRAYAL AND DECEIT by BiadeFolar(m): 3:37pm On Mar 22, 2018
Mizsylviah:
grin grin grin To settle the riff, i'd go with both of you

You should know I can't share you with nobody! kiss

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Literature / Re: My Islamic Short Stories by BiadeFolar(m): 3:21pm On Mar 22, 2018
heryoub22:
Bring it on bro. Nice beginning. I hope it will be educative throughout

inshallah
Literature / Re: My Islamic Short Stories by BiadeFolar(m): 11:07am On Mar 22, 2018
Nabeelah (An Islamic Love Story)


By Mubaarak Olayemi Ismail
(Aboo Muhsinah)


EPISODE 1

Only if my mum knew how popular I am on Facebook, she won’t be sending me to buy maggi at the next street. Anytime I am at home for holiday, my mum would want to prove herself as an authoritarian mother no matter how old I am, she would send me petty things like locust bean, onion, salt etc. But I never felt irritated by those errands because I knew it’s just for a little time, very soon I will be back to school, and I depict a good character to her during my stay.

Umm Zainab is a friend to my mum, she sells food stuffs in a small shop in the next street, and my mum sent me to buy Maggi from her.

”Akanni – oko mi – ba mi ra maggi N50 wa lodo Umm Zainab”

”oooohhh, mummy – I dey chat with my bestie nah, buh lemme quickly go”

I only understand 3 sentences in Hausa language, anytime I am at home, I rehearse those sentences with a Mallam beside umm Zainab’s shop.

-” Ta yaya ne za ka? ”
ina lafiya” he replied
– me game de iyali ”
lafiya” he replied

As I was about to say the last sentence, I noticed that Umm Zainab was not the person sitting at her shop; Umm Zainab uses Niqab but the person I was seeing was using khimar I saw that the lady’s eyes were on a Moshaf she held, who could she be? If I ask the Mallam about her, the person will hear because the Mallam can’t speak Yoruba except he shouts while I only understand those three sentences, nothing more.

But my mind told me that she must be Nabeelah, because I was told that Umm Zainab only gave birth to two females and I know Sis. Zainab very well.

I gazed at her for the first time, then I tried to lower my gaze afterwards but ‘the gaze was not lowering’ – I knew her beauty was now the controller of my gaze.

What if I see beyond her face, what could have happened? ” This must be a masterpiece of hoor el eyn of Jannah” ” This should be the end to my ultimate search for a wife material” I looked down to my trousers, I saw that I am still maintaining my nisful zaak, – ”In the presence of no beard, this should entice a good muslimah” – I said to myself I was carried away by these thoughts, I didn’t know when the hausa man left me to attend to his customers I moved directly to Umm Zainab’s shop.

”As – salaamu alaykum” I pronounced the ”shaddah on the siin” and the consonant letter ”ayn” very well, for her to know that I am not just a Muslim, but a steadfast one.

She looked at me and answered, ” wa alaykumu ssalaam” – what do you want sir? My head rang three times upon hearing the manner she replied the tasleem, she even respected me by adding ‘sir!’, she eliminated my belief that girls dressed in khimar don’t respect people.

I noticed that throughout the moment I spent there, she only looked at my face when she answered tasleem, she lowered her gaze afterwards. My mind told me; ”hey guy! Her aqeedah is stronger than yours, don’t mess up” She gave me what I wanted to buy and my mum’s mission was completed, I was about to start my personal mission when her mum appeared from nowhere.

”Ja’far, bawo ni, mummy nko?” she said.

”Alhamdullilah, ma” I said.

She faced her daughter and she started to discuss with her, from their discussion, I discovered that Nabeelah was leaving for school the next day.

”Mummy, I must get to the park before 7 a.m.” Nabeelah said.

Upon hearing what she said, my heart skipped a beat, I began to think about how to propose to her, because if I missed her at that particular moment, I might miss her forever and I couldn’t talk in the presence of her mother. I was determined to try my possible best before she leaves the next day.

***

“Hey, let’s stop the pillow fight” I surrendered ”
“then, come and carry me to the sitting room” – Nabeelah said playfully
I don’t want her to call me a lazy cat again and I don’t want to carry her, so I quickly raised the issue of her hair.

”dearie, but I remembered you telling me in the evening that you wanted to undo your hair” I announced ”
Oya, let’s do that now”

–Ay alal falaah—

”Nabeelah, what is it by the time, I guess someone is playing with the masjid’s microphone

— As salaatu khayru mina nawm—-

Now, I realized I was dreaming since, ”this girl won’t break my head” I said to myself.

– Alhamdullilah ladhi ahyaana ba’da ma amatana wa ilahin-nushoor

It is 7:47 a.m. now, I felt like a part of me is missing, I said to myself ”Emi ikoyi eso, Iwaju ni baba wa fi n gbota – I must not accept defeat, I must find her by all means”

I grew up with Abiola on the street, but we call him Prof. Because he’s a professional when it comes to asking ladies out; he’s got different styles and methods that any lady can never resist. No matter how strict a lady is, Prof will get her by all means But I broke ties with him when I embraced Sunnah because zina is easier with him – But I need to call him now, he’ll be happy to help

Me: Olayiwola is their surname, why can’t we search for her name on Facebook?

Prof: There will be many Olayiwola Nabeelah on Facebook, except if we can get her other name.

Me: It is like this Facebook stuff won’t work because girls of her type don’t usually use their other names on Facebook, they are like Shareefah Ideal Muslimah, Zaynab StrivingMuslimah, Dhikrah Laughing Muslimah, she maybe Nabeelah Beautiful Muslimah, please let’s find another means.

Prof: I got some good ideas, I know this will work, lend me your ears…….

”Umm, have you heard about the x2 promo the network providers are giving out to their customers?, once you dial the code, your main balance will be doubled

” Ha, children of nowadays, please before you deliver what your mum sent you, quickly help me with the code” Umm Zainab said
I quickly collected her phone and searched through the contact list, But Alas! There was nothing like Nabeelah there, only Allah knew what she used to save the number, or maybe Nabeelah didn’t own a phone. –PLAN FAILED

”Umm, the code didn’t work out for your sim” I said as I return her phone

”Maybe it is for special customers She guessed

An Idea struck my mind, I have to use the opportunity

‘‘Lest I forget ma, how was your daughter’s journey?” I inquired ”Alhamdullilah, she just called me that she arrived safely

” But Umm, I have never seen her before

”Yes, she grew up in Ile-Ife, where she completed her secondary and Hifdh education”

”So, you meant she is an haafeedhah?’

”Yes”

My heart skipped a beat when…
to be continued.

Episode 2 http://biadefola.com.ng/2018/03/21/nabeelah-an-islamic-love-story-continued/

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Literature / Re: My Islamic Short Stories by BiadeFolar(m): 10:23am On Mar 21, 2018
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Literature / Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by BiadeFolar(m): 10:08am On Mar 21, 2018
bimberry1307:
wow it's been a great ride. looking forward to reading another one from you.
I will definitely call on you for the next trip! Thanks!
Literature / Re: Memoirs Of A Yoruba Demon by BiadeFolar(m): 10:11pm On Mar 20, 2018
grin Bad biness!

Wehdon boss!

By the way, I don start to dey feature this story on my blog as you permitted O... I gave the credit to SHEIKSHEGETTO since ah no know Baba's full name o http://biadefola.com.ng/2018/03/20/memoirs-of-yoruba-demon/

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Sports / Re: Mayweather: I Could Get Cristiano Ronaldo To Play For Newcastle by BiadeFolar(m): 6:36pm On Mar 20, 2018
grin
Politics / Re: Breaking News: Prof. Osinbanjo Pictured With Minister Trading Words by BiadeFolar(m): 6:35pm On Mar 20, 2018
Ok
Romance / Re: Ten Millionires Who Committed Suicide by BiadeFolar(m): 6:33pm On Mar 20, 2018
n African can't be there. It's either his village people kill him or over joy kill him... Poor African man no wan die sef talkleesd of the rich ones

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Literature / Re: Switched (story Of A Fierce Battle Between Desperate Infatuation And True Love) by BiadeFolar(m): 6:03pm On Mar 20, 2018
honourable356 sir, can I have your contact please?

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