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Ishilove:oh, you mean your sister who is technically my sister, since we all came from Adam ![]() |
Hanseel1:send me a transcript of whatever your drinking. you deserve a carton of it ![]() |
Ishilove:so you mean your husband got married to a prostitute. my heart goes out to him. ![]() |
Ishilove:my sisters all got married to responsible men. why ?because they were decent and also every man's description of a perfect wife. Gawd!!!! i wish yo give me a wife like my mother or sister. but you....... have you ever wondered why you are still single. ![]() |
why get married to the olosho's we call nigerian women, when i can have tons of babymamas. |
Ishilove:olosho protecting her investment spotted ![]() |
DonPikko:Guy leave that Guy Alone |
MrCork:boy stop using your mother's phone to post rubbish. |
harrystories you no mention me abi. anyway present sir in your absent sir ![]() |
Bibi294:Ok,that's it. i don sign out. afterall you are not the only writer on NL. sometimes i wonder how old are you. your replies to mentions can be likened to a toddler.though you are gifted in writing, that doesn't mean you should be uneccessrily rude. now i see why your were banned in the first place. |
Centino:centino, when is the next update? |
frozen70:your english ehnn..... where are you from ? Mike Or Mick |
your forgot to add surveying and geoinformatics. its job market can be likened to that of medicine |
you go come dey do nyanga before you update. smh ![]() |
alexistaiwo:you for quote front page join am |
Bluezy13:HAPPY SUNDAY!!! ![]() Go and Sin no more, because if you do ![]() I will just handle you, just as Jesus handled those traders in the synagogue. |
Bluezy13:To slap you dey hungry me. ![]() you for kukuma quote the whole of nairaland na ![]() |
okachie1:Critic. I that's why it's called Romance section ![]() |
I was one day old when my life started ![]() How it started? Good Question. ANSWER: My Mother gave birth to me. ![]() |
awwfar:lol. now i finally get it. you are just a failed abortion whose birth certificate is an apology letter from the condom factory ![]() |
so you wan Bleep ashawo abi anyway, i cover your destiny with the blood of atonement |
just caught up with black maria. aint lying, but Larrysun is dope |
open the damn pussy biatch. it only gonna take a few hours |
well if she can't submit. need i remind her that she is just an option not a neccessity. |
awwfar:judging from your post, whose sense need to start functioning. SMH ![]() |
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.' I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks.' They really should get lives. He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!' There was a big smile on his face.. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends, and He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.. I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday! He just laughed and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.. Boy, sometimes I was jealous! Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!' He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. Thanks, he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began: 'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends.... I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.' I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend:/ He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. 'Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable..' I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth. Never underestimate the power of your actions... With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse 'Friends are angels who... |
harrystories - Tales of abigail |
sandra me like therefore, any parole daviesblaze has joined 2gether, let no ruth put hands under ![]() |
he killed a disease distributor, see bashing. while someone killed is girlfriend, but people helped him to justify his actions SMH |
Liliyann:SISTER, I FORSEE YOUR MARRIAGE COMING UP IN 2038. Ode!! ![]() |
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