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The day you give it to sb is the beginning to its ruins.

When they get broke, they kidnap or promote terrorism, and boom, more money to them.

So why do you think Satan wasn't punished immediately?

Omo, I can't waste my time seeing meaningless Nigerian movies.

Although, I must say, some of the ones I see on Netflix aren't bad.

Crazy thing now is that you'll need more new lies to strengthen old lies.

Nigerians are just wicked!

Buy a lamp holder with its screw linings.

Well, well, well..

Hmm..

Buy and reinvent the archaics?

I don't care.

4 days? And I dey burn money like I dey mad. O God help me.

Welcome here.

A buttlover wants to change a colleague. Omo

I no get any problem with all you typed but you see that number 9.

She go cry tire. What rubbish!

Na only avoid avoid avoid full post. What if kuma the avoidee dey also avoid the avoider?

It takes only a Brolosho to know an Olosho.

How about those who rat?

Y'all are giving her what she yearns to achieve: attention.

Give that failure headbutt you dey give am compliment.

You dey owe. You no gree pay. You say make dem resume. Are you mistakenly mad?

dawnomike:
Hmmm... It was way back in the days when Indomie use to be 2 minutes instant noodles. Thise days when condensed milk of 40 naira in pap was a high show of class.

There I was in class, always admiring a girl whom I could never open my mouth to tell the cock and bull talks of my childish gish gish love feelings.

So, to my pen and paper i resorted to express myself... talking about those days when the line "...I hope you are fine. If yes - Doxology" was a most in every letter written by legends.

I wrote the letter overnight and brought it with me to school the next day... unfortunately, my courage failed me to deliver the masterpiece I had written straight from my heart.

In a turn of event, my class teacher told me to bring my brighter grammer english textbook to her desk for revision during breaktime.

Unaware that my village people were at work, I innocently took my textbook to her. Unknown to me, my masterpiece letter was right in between the text book.

Kukuru in short, she saw the letter and she sent me to take it to the headmistress who later came to my class to read it out loud. Tha was a day never to forget in my life as I was a meek shy boy just trying to express the thoughts of my heart.

My crush got embarrassed, went home to narrate the issue to her parents whom in turn came to school the next day.

Lemme stop here... Ayam tired of typing.

I can so relate.


Lalasticlala Seun dominque mynd44, food for front.

1. In JSS2, I was so shy to tell a girl I liked her because of the fear of them reporting to teachers as they were fond of.

Na so one of my guy write the letter for me send give Katherine. She just took it, opened it and went out. Sweat full my body. I don dey put book inside my short to collect beating. Only for her to come to my table (I share it with that my guy) and also drop a folded paper that reads: “prove it.“ She looked at me, rolled her eyes in fun and left.

Prove wetin nibo?

We sent another letter asking how. She said I buy her lunch during break hours. Rice and beans and meat that time na N30. Oh, that was easy but I had only N30 in my pocket and omo that food from Iya Tope (my classmate too) was so delicious to forfeit whatever emotions I was having. And I was sure it was her witch friend who sells sth at a shop outside who advised her.

I responded to her that I wasn't interested anymore na so Mr Uwatie noticed the kukere movement and had the letter. Next question is “who wrote this? And who is not interested in who?“ I answered that it was me after much pressure. He inquired who I was responding...

Now think this:

My class alone bad JSS2 a, b, c, and d, and she was the most wanted and pretty girl in my class...if not the whole Junior section. I on the other hand, I dey drag first position with am...forget kuma, I fine. Now imagine the class thinking she was the one who wrote me the letter and I said I wasn't interested. All her attempt to prove her innocence was put to waste.


We still chop cain but forget, the rest is history..a history I enjoy. ☺️☺️


2. Na so one boy lied say na me bring Playboy come school. Omg, I had never seen that magazine in my life. To top it all, one deadly love letter to a senior student was hidden inside. That day, e come bi like when two people plan to accuse you, all your actions go come dey bi like na you. You go come even dey think if na you too. But it wasn't me.

Ok, I shed invisible tears inside me. I hate betrayal and accusations. Oya flog me in the class na, the wicked teacher had to carry me to my big sis class, and they destroyed my reputation there.

I was sick for about three weeks and got thin. I don't even want to talk of the punishment at home. I could have died maybe because it was unbearable. Cos peeps were now seeing a once bright student as a total neerdowell. Even teachers! Any discussion or disagreement with classmates, they must try to rope in that event.

Until my good God saved me because I was still never going to let it slide, and one teacher, Mrs Justina, just seemed to give me a benefit of doubt after she saw me sobbing at a lonely corner. I maintained it wasn't me. Nna eh, the tears no gree me explain. The woman took pity on me. Of course, I started faring badly in class. After some investigation by the teachers, they found the pastards. Of course, they had more copies...and they confessed to it after Mr Uwatie, the great flog master, handled them.


My experiences from childhood make me to get sense about friends sha

I can't even discuss about Nigeria...an expired country.

Lol. Funny desperate people...as if all politicians aren't liars.

Delusional and lifeless.

Hanty, go and work!

Una too get time

From this, I can deduce what the pastor preached today.

Nice work of art.

Well-done, bro.

There's still going to be that one person in Nigeria attending all rallies.

Good riddance to intimidating rubbish.

We say the police are bad doesn't mean you should stupidly front him with a cutlass. When you are not mad.

Have you noticed?

During elections, Northern Muslims and Northern Christians are called Northerners for political pursuits.


After election, they are called differently.