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Photocopy yourself. I heard you can do that in China. |
Paulo Maldini |
The very good old testament kinda justice. Savage but I endorse. He should have been debriefed before getting minced though. Animal Apologies to all animals because they sure are more animal than this mistake. You rot here on earth and in heaven. |
Typing a very personal story to give an idea on why I admonished the op the way I did with my first submission until he went on a tantrum-throwing spree. ... Growing up in the standard Lagos face me I slap you setting in Mafoluku Oshodi when the Military boys held sway in Nigeria, most of the matures here or history savvy's would understand how hopeless and depressing the economy and general standard of living was at this time. Now, daddy and mummy had chosen to manufacture 11 of us as kids, and I'd be saddled with the onerous task of being the Nigerian "first son" with loads of expectation from me on finding a way to alleviate the family's situation and by extension better the lots of kids I had been brought into the world with at my parents behest and not because I had chosen to come to them. You can at best imagine daddy, mum, we the kids and a cousin living with us then having to jostle for a space in two-room living space from a sixteen-room face me I face you living set up. Not able to wrap my mind around the kind of life I had been born into and in the quest to better mine and my family's lot, I decided I was going to quit school, find a way to travel abroad, and go hustle for my family. Before then, a bachelor neighbor Oli, had chosen our house as the only trusted one where he could drop his keys because he lived with his boys/friends who were all traders at Idumota. There was one of his roomies who was in his 40's then (Ikenna), he was always ever the last to leave home and would, as usual, drop their key at mine. My immediate younger sister (Mary) had just finished high school, naive and still a virgin, she'd naturally be at home most times. In the midst of all these, I had found out I could risk my life through the desert in search of a better life abroad, after all how I want to take get a visa, and if I die, I die but I had decided I'd rather die trying instead of sitting, watching my family ravaged by poverty and still die. All die na die I had told my young self. Got myself prepped, lied to my dad and made him raise me some little cash, and into the desert, I proceeded. For two whole years, I had languished on the road and was only able to communicate with my family only after about 6 months of living home. For sure they'd thought I had gone back to my maker. After the two unforgettable years of languish, I had succeeded into Spain eventually, called up daddy to break the news to him, he didn't quite believe me. Note that this was before the era of mobile phones in Nigeria. Sensing that daddy was having a hard time believing I was in Spain finally, I had dropped the line, did a western union money transfer from the locotorium I was calling from, called him back and furnished him with the transfer details. Then and only then was I able to convince daddy otherwise. And then, keeping to my nomadic and adventurous lifestyle, I had proceeded on to move on to the Netherlands to go tell the authorities there how I and my friendly 'horse' on whose back I had ridden to Europe were the only ones surviving from my little village in Delta, hence my request to seek asylum in their country. Luckily for me, I had succeeded in convincing them to allow me to stay in the Netherlands and would be given a weekly stipend as pocket money back then in camp. From this money I'd call home on weekends, talk to my family and always assured my other siblings that I'd make sure they had the best education having slaughtered mine on the altar of "I wan bail family out". During one of such weekend calls, after the usual pleasantries exchanged, daddy had told me in a stutter.... " Mary, your younger sister fell pregnant and now has a daughter"... Ah ah... I had muttered in obvious instant deflation plus disappointment, but I had refused to get angry, judge my sister or castigate her. I asked daddy, how, when and by whom... Still stuttering, he had told me it was like a month after I had left Nigeria, she initially wasn't forthcoming with who was responsible, how it had brought shame to the family which I could imagine knowing how our neighbors were, and how even some people had been insinuating that daddy who was a deeper life pastor might be responsible because no one could make a sense of how Mary who was a home girl could fall pregnant. The whole matter weak me like dodo, but I listened with rapt attention anyways. And then, daddy said she later confessed that Ikenna, who we called Brother Ikenna was responsible. He had denied responsibility but when my battalion siblings faced him, he had accepted responsibility with zero plans to marry her just like this op. I told dad how disappointed I was, and how angry I am that they had kept it away from me for that long, told them not to worry that I'd take care of my sister and the kid and hung up. Fast forward to 2008 when I visited Nigeria, the baby Vic had grown, obviously abandoned with my family. She'd grown up to see my mum as hers and Mary as aunty Mary until recently. Levels had changed, I had improved my family's situation, built them a house in Lagos, Ikenna gone with the wind, and would soon resurface looking for daddy's number and whoever could point him on how to locate my family. By this time he should be in his 50s, no life, wife or any other kid. Come and see abeg. My phone would go bellowing one day, upon picking up, the voice at the other end had been subtle and subdued with a "good afternoon sir, na me Ikenna"... Ah ah..bwoda Ikenna, na me you dey call sir? He went on, abeg no vex for wetin happen I know say I Bleep up...wetin i wan tell bwoda Ikenna after how many years... I simply dropped the call.. I no fit shout. The long and short of it all is that, today over 20 years later... Brother Ikenna's life is nothing to write home about. Mary, my younger sister is today happily married and would soon be one of the youngest grandmas because Vicky, the kid in question had grown into a very beautiful young promising graduate. |
Daguccizgreat:Thanks bro... Going through most of the comments and attacks on my submission here has prompted me to want to share a personal experience. I will do so later today just to give the kids here an idea of how most of my comments on issues are indeed borne out of personal experiences. Watch out... |
Ravenna:This is what a real man does. Owning up and taking responsibility, not coming on here with preconceived and premeditated conjectures to sway opinions. Way to go mate...wish you the best. |
madridsta007:Lol Just ignore that one my brother. Allow him to revel and drown in his misogynism. |
dalene1305:And you are a woman with this advice, he should strip her of her kids and deny those kids a mother's love just after 5 years? This is amazing. Welldone. |
Way to go... He also needs to be recalled by his constituents. He is not worthy of the hallowed chambers.. |
Oh nooo...not again. Why?? |
isaacsegun: ![]() |
papiforreal:I'd respect your opinion bro, but he's fond of presenting himself more as a divisive character going by his many utterances as it affects the nation. |
So, all the while you had been chatting with her dirty, getting aroused by her and exchanging nudes you never cared to check her pictures until she decided to pay you a visit? Oga how e dey do you? |
Awww.. R.I.P |
Of course, it is... |
tiwiex:You sabi book my friend..chai |
checkedout:Make God no let me get case for this Nigeria na me go represent myself o |
Lol... Succinctly put. The short man has always been very brilliant aside his penchant to lean towards the bigotry most times. If you no tell yourself the honest truth nobody go tell you. |
Me wey no even go school pass secondary school still sabi book pass this kain kpako lawyer. The Abuja court lacks jurisdiction to order for the interim forfeiture but didn't lack same jurisdiction when you did the below bolded... Olodo lawyer. Na so una take dey send innocent people go jail anyhow because of una incompetence... Senator Nwaoboshi had applied to the Federal High Court in Abuja to vacate an order of interim forfeiture of his alleged assets made on July 2, 2019. The Presiding Judge, Justice Taiwo Taiwo, had in his ruling on an ex parte application filed by the Special Presidential Investigative Panel for the Recovery of Public Property against the Senator for non declaration of assets, issued an order for interim forfeiture of 11 houses and 22 bank accounts linked to the Delta-North Senator. |
Hmmm He could have renounced and repented having seen the light, but he eventually lost control of his body. |
Wey crew de la Vaseline? |
grandstar:Stupidity and evil is when you hate abortion and also hate a condom with a woman you aren't married to. |
AntiMCU:Akiko...which person bubble you dey burst? You must be kidding... Keep on yahooing and profiting from it...im done with you. Dem no dey tell pikin make e no grow big teeth...the only advise be say make e grow better lip follow am to fit take cover the teeth |
Okay na |
GeniusWannabe:I don cure your madness for the other thread abi...better advise this your fellow wey never sabi me. . Neanderthals |
sirdouglas:See this mungo park oo... You are truly a bumkum. I say, if you see my children you go think say dem be my mates or gf's. Some people here know me very well. You get luck say no be my sister or family you come spew that your bullock. Na inside grave u for use that your visa. Animal |
Mujtahida:Na brain dey pain you asswipe... |
Life...it can be so tricky, somewhat unfair and incomprehensible. At the end of the day...life knows best. Farewell... Enjoy life guys....there's enough time to be dead.... |
seanwilliam: ![]() Be a good boy... Anybody wey I tell say...see my pikin or children...dem dey relook me well... Na God jare |
mechanics:What is eviler than the torture the woman, a supposed wife is making the brother endure? Kindly explain to me sir... |
sirdouglas:Monkey...you no go fit siddon where my children siddon trust me. You deceiving and lying son of a gun. I'diot You see family wey you fit manipulate and oppress that's why body dey shack you. Dem suppose rearrange that smelly mouth wey you take utter those rubbish wey you spew to dem after impregnating their daughter. You go collect believe me. |
sirdouglas:Bursting your bubble niccur... You need a lot to impress papas like us who abound here... Stupid boy. You'll get on front page to understand how far. Ewu |
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