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Na wetin dey worry those oversabi people wey dey form good Samaritan referee, wetin dem dey separate? I just pray make one of dem discharge him weapon for one of their heads.

If na me dey there, I for just look for one corner perch, cross my leg carry toothpick dey comot water for teeth like Bubu

Ewooo

Na Ebelle sef...na the headquarters of our Boeing be dat and where most of our pilots dey come from.

The Bayo guy is the worst scheming hypocrite of all time.
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You keep casting aspersions on the Buhari regime yet crawled behind to beg to work under him, and most likely as an image launderer like Femi. How dirty and classless of you all.

Una go siddon one corner dey laff aboki say dem no get sense, dem no go school. But they often know how to rubbish you guys with the job of laundering their images and speaking for them. Setting you guys against each other and laughing their arses out in a corner as you idiots try to outdo each other with the English language.

Hypocritical and self-serving morons.

BlissB:
This is sad...... so sorry for your loss

Thanks dear.

Lol...

So many tori...

Childhood memories sha, very nostalgic...

Back then, my childhood friend Chijioke and I will often sneak down to the river in my hood. ( Mgbuosimini river in Agip village) for those who are familiar with P.H.

On school days we'd sometimes go for a bath in the morning and usually make it back home to get prepped for our afternoon session school then (Community Primary School, Rumueme).

On this particular day, Chijioke and I had lost touch with our timing obviously gotten carried away with our swimming and fishing expedition, school time had passed, and the entire Mgbuosimini were out in search of us.

Someone had made a suggestion for the search party to check out the waterside because there was hardly any week a drowning incident wasn't reported at the river.

We were already out from the water and hurriedly dressing up to set out and make it to school on time (so we thought). However, looking up, we were faced with a crowd headed by my dad and Chijioke's dad ( Mr. Maduka a.k.a Papa Chijioke). Na so we weak like dodo. We were urged not to bother dressing up.

Pertinent to chip in that my mum had given birth a week prior, and this very day was the seventh day when the baby will be named.

Having ordered us not to bother covering our birthday suits, that was how Chijioke and I were made to make the long walk of shame from the water/riverside all the way back to our compound while Papa Chijioke turned our ordeal into one where he'd show his singing skills by ordering the other kids who had gathered around to sing along as they chanted " flog them like a nama, flog them like a thief, they are not Rivers men, flog them like a nama". Mind you, as the chants were going on, my dad and Mr. Maduka took turns in flogging anyone of us that was closer to them, no discrimination, and no one minded his child. Na proper community beating.

The humiliation had continued like that until we arrived in our compound.

Our usually bubbly "face me I face you" compound was eerily and unusually calm that I had started wondering if Chijioke's and my truancy could have been responsible for this.

The beating had stopped when we got home while Chijioke and I took our positions in different corners close to our respective entrances, of course, still in the nudity. I was hesitant to go into the house because I knew a second round of beating with a belt while I did the infamous pick pin was awaiting me.

While perched on the corner and thinking how "if only I hadn't listened to Chijioke to go to the river, I wouldn't be in this mess", my kid brother (Vic) had run up to me stuttering " Tita, Tita, baby die". I had asked him, "you say wetin"? Thinking it was one of those his usual blabbing's seeing how he was still learning to speak, and yet, he had repeated those same words " baby die". Only then did it all make sense to me. The anger with which Daddy allowed the whip fly and drop on my lean Lil frame plus the unusual quietness of my compound. Oh boy, na so I burst cry oh part 2. This time I was crying for what awaited me in that room.

When I couldn't hold it any longer standing outside with the mosquitoes, I had gone in to brace the last fight.

True to my initial thoughts, if una see beating wey I receive that night ehn....at a point, I almost believed I had a hand in my baby sister's death.

Husband and wife combine forces pour their anger on me sotey I come dey ask my sef weda na dem really born me.

Life....

How many man wan remember?

If I nack una tory of my experiences as a hawker ehn?

Lol...

So many tori...

Childhood memories sha, very nostalgic...

Back then, my childhood friend Chijioke and I will often sneak down to the river in my hood. ( Mgbuosimini river in Agip village) for those who are familiar with P.H.

On school days we'd sometimes go for a bath in the morning and usually make it back home to get prepped for our afternoon session school then (Community Primary School, Rumueme).

On this particular day, Chijioke and I had lost touch with our timing obviously gotten carried away with our swimming and fishing expedition, school time had passed, and the entire Mgbuosimini were out in search of us.

Someone had made a suggestion for the search party to check out the waterside because there was hardly any week a drowning incident wasn't reported at the river.

We were already out from the water and hurriedly dressing up to set out and make it to school on time (so we thought). However, looking up, we were faced with a crowd headed by my dad and Chijioke's dad ( Mr. Maduka a.k.a Papa Chijioke). Na so we weak like dodo. We were urged not to bother dressing up.

Pertinent to chip in that my mum had given birth a week prior, and this very day was the seventh day when the baby will be named.

Having ordered us not to bother covering our birthday suits, that was how Chijioke and I were made to make the long walk of shame from the water/riverside all the way back to our compound while Papa Chijioke turned our ordeal into one where he'd show his singing skills by ordering the other kids who had gathered around to sing along as they chanted " flog them like a nama, flog them like a thief, they are not Rivers men, flog them like a nama". Mind you, as the chants are going on, my dad and Mr. Maduka took turns in flogging anyone of us that was closer to them, no discrimination, and no one minded his child. Na proper community beating.

The humiliation had continued like that until we arrived in our compound.

Our usually bubbly "face me I face you" compound was eerily and unusually calm that I had started wondering if Chijioke's and my truancy could have been responsible for this.

The beating had stopped when we got home while Chijioke and I took our positions in different corners close to our respective entrances, of course, still in the nudity. I was hesitant to go into the house because I knew a second round of beating with a belt while I did the infamous pick pin was awaiting me.

While perched on the corner and thinking how "if only I hadn't listened to Chijioke), my kid brother (Vic) had run up to me stuttering " Tita, Tita, baby die". I had asked him, "you say wetin"? Thinking it was one of those his usual blabbing's seeing how he was still learning to speak, and yet, he had repeated those same words " baby die". Only then did it all make sense to me. The anger with which Daddy allowed the whip fly and drop on my lean Lil frame plus the unusual quietness of my compound. Oh boy, na so I burst cry oh part 2. This time I was crying for what awaited me in that room.

When I couldn't hold it any longer standing outside with the mosquitoes, I had gone in to brace the last fight.

True to my initial thoughts, if una see beating wey I receive that night ehn....at a point, I almost believed I had a hand in my baby sister's death.

Husband and wife combine forces pour their anger on me.

Life....

How many man wan remember?

If I back una tory of my experiences as a hawker ehn?

Very useless ECOWAS leaders.

I pity this continent.

In fact, black African part of the continent is indeed a huge animal farm and a forest.

The champion and championing is just to have him bring out the little money left in our foreign reserves to share amongst the poor African countries.

Sense no go kill these ECOWAS leaders dem sha
And Femi no fit see through this scam?

Arse licking ECOWAS leaders...

What did he champion or championing?

Black Africa is indeed one huge forest.

I experienced the greatest scam in 2015.

Still dealing with the consequences till date.

Come and see sophistication under lockdown oh.

Their punishment should be humane and brief.

Just drive them in cuffs fully kitted in the military gears and driven to the fringes of Sambisa forest.

Order them out of the vehicle with their cuffs and abandon them there.

Yeye children.

Some of dem na definitely military personnel children.

Wetin government or corona no fit stop, champagne do the work.

A very worthy slay king.

A mere look at how that money was clipped and arranged would tell you how it is the proceeds of long hard toil.

Whoever would have kept such money was only going to be inviting a life-long curse upon him/herself.

Some heartless folks who have to steal ingrained in their DNAs wouldn't have thought twice though, and then, later on, they keep wondering why their lives keep rotating like a barber's chair on one spot.

Let's always endeavor to do right.

Your instincts will always tell you in that still little voice to do right. The loudest voice in your head isn't always the right one.

What to say?

His race on earth has ended nonetheless.

Journey well to the other side.

I could only see two people keeping a social distance in the pix.

Whether one don siddon tire come decide to move or go share wetin him don collect I no know.

Whether the second one just dey come to come siddon collect him own share of wetin dey fly for there (coro/food) I no know oh.

The first thing I saw was the picture and my head rang "Sapele/Shell road" funnily, and then when I read the story, all doubts were cleared.

Very funny story.

Even Jesus go shake him head.

We don hear..

A. Threaten na water....

B. Action na blood....

Input the following names in the appropriate sentences above.

1. Idris Deby

2. Burantashi

Feel free to use a calculator.

Funny stuff...

If na person wey dey social media savvy or dey hear word dem dey plan this one against now I for say nice one. But, ....

Lol...

Even the people saddled with the responsibility to enforce the lockdown sef don tire.

A mere look at the picture to the right supposedly showing the victim hanging, and it is clearly evident that the victim had been dead before being moved to stage the hanging scene.

Just take a good look at the body posture, it shows a body that had undergone rigor mortis.

Too bad our crime detectives can't be trusted to properly investigate a case to a logical conclusion.

That is the honest truth.

Some political leaders share the same sentiments too and it's all religion-based.

Allah gives and Alla takes is going to make this virus spell doom in most quarters.

License to get reckless I call it.

Richy4:
It doesn't work like that my friend. If u want to relocate him to Anambra State and a certain City, then feasibility study is required. What does the community or that locality need that an old pensioner can do..

people might suggest stuffs to you here but it might not be needed much over there in that locality..

Just make out time maybe and ask around about the location, or go there for 1 week and make some survey / research. If u you were business minded, u might figure out what or which business might progress in that community that a pensioner can do without stress.

Follow this op's advice.

This is a clear case of premeditated murder, and I hope he is made to face the full wrath of the law.

Lol...

He's right in some of his submissions.

But on a whole and considering how he had a fallout with his immediate family, I'm afraid to say "Dude is a nut-case" and I pray he's able to sustain his wealth until he dies or else, e no go funny for am at all as per national public enemy number 1.

The great inventor of the budget of Arimathea.

Heavy clown.

Dude was reckless and treated the virus with levity.

I pray he gets healed.

Akwa Ibom-Cross people?

If dem mob or beat you, nothing go remain for your body.

Those people are professional monsters.

Wahala dey nationwide

Beautiful from a beautiful girl.

Na ground-shaking earthquake wan happen for Kano by the time the numbers begin roll in.

They are still living in denial and basking in their usual mantra or "Allah gives and Allah takes". One mantra that has served them very well in the lackadaisical department a d treating every issues even avoidable death as the will of God.

To also think that they believe whoever dies of a disease or plague is a martyr is even more scary.

Make we dey look sha

Expected...

These ones wey Ogboru put together to give MKO a run for his money as another great coup financier.

The overzealous soldiers did themselves in with a lack of proper planning and inebriety.