mcyemite:
So…you’re in love with an oldest child, huh?

Oldest children are the best kind of children. (But, of course, I’m biased because I’m an oldest child myself – of five!) If you have the good fortune of loving/dating/marrying/sexing one of us, congrats to you, good sir! You’re in for a fun ride. Just buckle your seat belt first and pay attention to these safety instructions first, will ya?

1. We’re bossy. Like this song, yo. But for real, most oldest children are used to ruling the roost and telling their pep squad of little bro and sis’s what to do and how to do it. This works until said little bro and sis get old enough and put you in your damn place. But still, the bossiness remains.

2. We’re a little entitled. Our parents gave us every opportunity in the world and fawned over us and took more baby photos of us and were more careful the first time around with us, so we’re used to being treated a little special. Life, and all it’s hardships, have a way of chipping away at this perceived “specialness” but still, we got more attention than the rest of our siblings and it’s something that s

3. We get along great with youngest children. I have no scientific data to back this up, except to say that nearly all my ex-boyfriends (and my current beau) are youngest kids. Maybe they like the authority; who knows?

4. We seek validation. Our parents praised our every move and yes, I know, they really should’ve cut back on that a bit. But as a result of this, we like to be patted on the back and given gold stars when we’ve done something positive. Which leads me to…

5. …We’re over-achievers. We like to be praised, therefore we achieve. It’s almost an addiction. Apologies to younger siblings everywhere who have to live up to their oldest siblings.

6. We take initiative. It’s just what we do. If something needs to be accomplished at work, we will accomplish it – or delegate it to one of our younger siblings (er, employees) to do it for us.

7. We’re great organizers of large groups of people. We can do this with our eyes shut. We’ve been herding our family of sheep into minivans/airplanes/restaurants/etc for YEARS now; corralling people into a semblance of unity should basically be on our resume. In fact, I think it is.

8. We don’t like to share our stuff. Because seriously, our little sisters have been stealing our sweaters/eyeliner/CAR for like, 20 years now and we’re really f*cking over it. Don’t touch our stuff without permission!

mcyemite:
So…you’re in love with an oldest child, huh?

Oldest children are the best kind of children. (But, of course, I’m biased because I’m an oldest child myself – of five!) If you have the good fortune of loving/dating/marrying/sexing one of us, congrats to you, good sir! You’re in for a fun ride. Just buckle your seat belt first and pay attention to these safety instructions first, will ya?

1. We’re bossy. Like this song, yo. But for real, most oldest children are used to ruling the roost and telling their pep squad of little bro and sis’s what to do and how to do it. This works until said little bro and sis get old enough and put you in your damn place. But still, the bossiness remains.

2. We’re a little entitled. Our parents gave us every opportunity in the world and fawned over us and took more baby photos of us and were more careful the first time around with us, so we’re used to being treated a little special. Life, and all it’s hardships, have a way of chipping away at this perceived “specialness” but still, we got more attention than the rest of our siblings and it’s something that sticks with us forever.


I expected to see u are MILKERS....dating u is like dating d whole family.and God helps the guy if the woman is from a poor family na over expenses be dt o......

3. We get along great with youngest children. I have no scientific data to back this up, except to say that nearly all my ex-boyfriends (and my current beau) are youngest kids. Maybe they like the authority; who knows?

4. We seek validation. Our parents praised our every move and yes, I know, they really should’ve cut back on that a bit. But as a result of this, we like to be patted on the back and given gold stars when we’ve done something positive. Which leads me to…

5. …We’re over-achievers. We like to be praised, therefore we achieve. It’s almost an addiction. Apologies to younger siblings everywhere who have to live up to their oldest siblings.

6. We take initiative. It’s just what we do. If something needs to be accomplished at work, we will accomplish it – or delegate it to one of our younger siblings (er, employees) to do it for us.

7. We’re great organizers of large groups of people. We can do this with our eyes shut. We’ve been herding our family of sheep into minivans/airplanes/restaurants/etc for YEARS now; corralling people into a semblance of unity should basically be on our resume. In fact, I think it is.

8. We don’t like to share our stuff. Because seriously, our little sisters have been stealing our sweaters/eyeliner/CAR for like, 20 years now and we’re really f*cking over it. Don’t touch our stuff without permission!

dtermined:
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If you are the type that is conversant and addicted to yoruba films then you should be familar with this twins.

Last year, it was reported that the first twin brother passed away now Report also has it that the other brother of the twin popularly known as "IIBEJI ORAN" has also passed away.

According to the source, Taiwo died a few days ago and he has been buried in his house at owode along ilesa, Osun State.

His twin brother, Kehinde died exactly one year ago, in October 2014. Both twins who featured in a popular Yoruba film 'Ide' were in their early 40's. He is survived by a daughter born to him by his ex-wife, Folake. May their souls rest in peace, amen.

Yoruba Nollywood has lost another great icons...


http://www.infogistz.com/2015/10/sad-last-of-yoruba-horrible-twins-ibeji.html

Atmmachine:
She did it for the dick

FlirtyKaren:
I just saw this on Facebook. Olorunfunmi singlehandedly changed this man's life by being thoughtful and showing kindness.

http://www.lailasblog.com/2015/10/amazing-story-of-how-lady-saved-chronic.html

Luchi20:
Me!!!!!!!!!

munphildusky:
lecture East or West?

lordtim001:
We seriously need people like this in this country and surely,that APC drug baron and his cohort puppets cant give that to us...Thank you,Hon. Tony Nwulu :DWe seriously need people like this in this country and surely,that APC drug baron and his cohort puppets cant give that to us...Thank you,Hon.Tony Nwulu

maverickdude:
see d expression on his face sef...he is running again if dey no hold am well

Merlissa:



looooool


na its true jawe

IamLEGEND1:




"In conclusion , Tunde (had the intention of commiting suicide) committed suicide but
thankfully he was found on time (in time) by his escort if
not Tunde won’t he here today..."

just thought i could point out a few mistakes i noticed.

but is the whole thing just fiction or tru-tru?

Merlissa:
I remember telling myself that as part of my New Year’s resolution for 2015 one of them I said I’d break up with Tunde (In case you missed the part 1 read it here http:///1MtBwFX ) I have been thinking of how to go about the break up, but every time I gather the courage to tell him it’s over, I back out like a chicken. I don’t know why I can’t just tell Tunde to go? I mean did he use juju on me or am blindly in lust with him.. I came up with a plan which to me was the best plan ever to get away from Tunde’s claws but little did I know one of us was going to take it too far and leave the other one with guilt for the rest of our lives. Sometime in march I decided to do the withdrawal method. I gradually started avoiding Tunde, I didn’t pick his calls, I didn’t visit him at our secret hideout. I mean why would I be going to see my finance in a secret hideout? At first it was fun because it reminded me of high school days but eventually I started feeling like a side chick creeping in and out so the main chick doesn’t catch me. I told Tunde that I wasn’t comfortable with this out sneak out and he said he would rent an apartment for me and he would be coming over.

At first I tot it would be nice if I get the apartment outside town where no one knows us and live like a couple and enjoy our freedom. As I was buying the idea of the apartment when I just remembered that his family would track him down and he has to go around with his escorts and am sure they would eventually let the cat out of the bag and all hell would break loose. I wasn’t ready to be embarrassed shamelessly ‘cuz his mom would not settle it amicably, she would call the whole world on our matter. I had to decline the offer and told Tunde that I don’t ever want to see him, at first he tot I was joking

Continues here: https://merlscorner./2015/07/15/the-wait-continues/