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 Literature / Re: I AND Marcel(gay Story , Written By Chidera Chokolate) by derachokolate(m): 10:15am On Dec 13, 2017 |
TITLE: I AND MARCEL EPISODE: 4 That day was the first Sunday of the month , the month , the third and the final term of my jss1, the Sunday just before the Monday that results will be shared to students and we all would vacate for the long term break . The Sunday was declared free night so the students could park their belongings for the supposed vacation. "Today is is free night , make sure you park your bags , keep your corners clean , and don't forget to lock your cupboards before leaving tomorrow" ..... The first auxiliary spoke shortly after the night prayers . I was excited , everybody was , at last i could go and stay a meaningful number of days at home . I was strolling down from the chapel to the hostel when he touched shirt . "Dera follow me " i followed sheepishly to the back of the students bathroom . "what could be the reason he brought me here ?" ..... My mind was not calm . "i can't hide this again"........he exclaimed . "hide what?" .... I asked with so much curiosity like a cat . " from the first day you stepped into this school , i have not been myself , i have had you in my dreams , i have fantasized about you , i have gotten addicted to you , the love i have for you grows daily, i have not been myself , i have been trying to hide this feelings but i can't again, i need you in my life , i want you to be my baby ....." i cut in sharply "wait! Are you trying to recite the love letter you wrote for your new crush ?" i asked looking shocked , i was never expecting such thing from a boy to a boy , i thought our love should remain under the "bro" zone. "am serious !" ....... He cuts in "serious about!?"..... I added trying to be sure of what he actually meant . "chidera can't you understand that i love you !?" i was not getting it , i could just manage to ask .. " what about the school rules , this is tantamount to expulsion you remember ?" "yes i know but " "but what?" .... I asked "nobody will know about us , they know we are close friends already and the won't suspect , please just be my baby boy , i promise ,i will do double of what am doing for you already , please i can't let you go, i will be sick , i might even quit school if you don't accept me." i was clearly homophobic , but marcel from the first day we spoke at length gave me reasons to hate girls, his story made me dissociate my self from girls , but being gay was never in the picture . Marcel has been good to me , he has supported me both financially and otherwise , what about the day he slapped his classmate for slapping me , in the seminary classmates are brothers , so logically he went against the bro code just because of me . Because of the incidence the whole class isolated him , i was the only class mate he had . Marcel made me get used to him. "i seriously don't know what to say " .... I broke the graveyard silence . "i have never done this before , it disgusts me , i have never seen my self in this picture , how do i cope with It !"... I asked " don't worry i will lead you along , just accept and leave the rest for me " he said "or when you reach the house , browse redwapdotcom , search on gays and you will get educated about it ." He added in other not to look cheap, because i was told that when a girl accepts a guy the first day of the request that she is cheap , now being the girl here , i postponed it to the next term , so i would maintain the hard-to- get tag . This is really difficult choice but i was convinced by his behaviours that's the best for me , since getting a girlfriend will leave me at emotional trauma,and there is a possibility of getting the girl pregnant too , so i have to play safe . The next day was Monday , i couldnt sleep the last night since the thoughts of what marcel told me couldnt slip of my mind . Before i vacated the school premises ,i looked for marcel and told him am leaving . " i will miss you " he said " i will miss you too " i replied . He advised me to be a good boy and not to forget about his request . I nodded my head and took my bag off the school compound to the road where i boarded a taxi that took me home . ************************** written by chidera chokolate |
| Literature / Re: I AND Marcel(gay Story , Written By Chidera Chokolate) by derachokolate(m): 11:37am On Dec 08, 2017 |
TITLE: I AND MARCEL EPISODE: 3 That Saturday night was declared a free night , so that the students could take their books to their respective classes , and get prepared for Monday , which was the day that academic classes will officially kick off . I took my books to the class , hurriedly so i could have a time with marcel . I have to know why he is being this kind to me , which can never be out of impulse . it took 45mins of my time and i was done , the next question was , how will i locate marcel , who was absent in the hostel at the moment . "Where do i start looking for him ?" i headed towards the senior block , i asked questions before i could locate the ss1 class room . "Senior please am looking for senior marcel "..... I humbly and calmly asked the senior who was standing at the corridor , just before the door of the classroom . Let me call him for you ".... He replied entering the class. It was not up to a minute then i saw marcel walking majestically towards the exit of the classroom , adjacent to me . Senior marcel ! The anxiety in me could tell, he smiled and replied "can you stop adding the suffix "senior" to my name ? You can call me marcel " he is not sounding authoritative and he has never sounded, he wants me to be his school son ,i guessed , when i was in primary school , my senior friends who were borders had always gisted me about school fathers so i thought i have gotten one . "ermm are you done? , i would love to have a discussion with you "........ My tiny shaky voice rang "okay no problem " he would always sound positive we strolled down to a cool hidden corner of the school , making proper introductions and learning about each other , he has a cool profile , his father was a wealthy man , known and recognised in agbudu community in Awgu local government Enugu state , a neighbouring village to mine , unlike me , son of a widow , who is managing and struggling to send me to school . We talked about our social life , he told me about his relationship life ,and how he had gotten hurt by different girls which made him become pessimistic about love . I felt for him when he told me about joy eke how he loved her , cared for her , gave her the attention she needed, the unexpected gifts and lastly how the ungrateful bitch ended with his junior brother on his bed . What about lillian that broke up after he got her a phone ? That was how my hatred for girls started . "Are you still a virgin ?" i asked this question fearfully, in other to dilute the fire i added "i have crossed my wall i know " nope you are free to ask anything" he said then continued "well i am not a virgin , i gave joy my virginity , but she paid me back badly , since then i hated girls . " how do you cope with the pregnancy stuff " ..as innocent as i am , i asked he laughed before he told me about condom , a word that was new to me , a material i have never seen in my whole life , he thought me its use and how its being used . What if the condom Breaks ?" i asked curiously . "you see that's onething about sex , everything is risk , you can contact sexual transmitted diseases like hiv,aids and others , and there is a possibility that the girl will get pregnant too " wow , i got interested , my ears widened , i wished for more , but the warning bell for the lights out went and its time to get back to the hostel . I have known marcel much , i started seeing him more like a friend , than a senior . We strolled together down to the hostel , before i whispered a silent goodnight and retired to my bed . The next day was Sunday , my first Sunday in school , after the Sunday mass and the breakfast was the spiritual organization, i chose to be a member of st Anthony's because i have heard a lot about their bread on their feast days , later in the day i belonged to the scout because i could attend trainings during social organizations with my games wear and rush to my games arena from there instead of going back to the hostel to change up . Days passed , i got on with marcel , we were cool to the extent that people called me marcel junior , that was how close we got , he helped me on my assignments , helped me financially and other aspects . Till the day of difficult choice ********************************** written by chidera chokolate 1 Like |
| Romance / Flirting Is Very Essential (must Read!!) by derachokolate(m): 2:55pm On Dec 05, 2017 |
Same way looking is not a crime and nobody has died for that legally , is same way flirting is not a crime . Do you know that flirting saves stress ? By the way , flirting boosts self esteem , yes self esteem , and relationships reduces it . Before you come on me biko lemme explain . Tell your self the truth , those of you that have been in a relationship for over six months , is it still flowing like it started ? When you are with one person for too long you start feeling less important, and you start seeing him/her less wanted, you want to try new people .. There is always that point in time ... Even in marriage self , as it goes Down ,the initial hotness reduces. Now that's self esteem low , you want to meet new people that will give you that initial attention again , and that's what a flirt enjoys , a flirt does not need to stay till that period of time you know , he or she gets that initial and special attention and zooms off to the next person before you start seeing him or her as a pest or treat them less wanted , and their self esteem are always boosting , because they don't give you chance to run it down !. Ehn do you know that as a flirt your knowledge and standard stimulates ? Before you meet a new girl or try to be noticed by a new boy , you first of all try to step up to the person standard, learn new words from the dictionary , acquire more knowledge . You try to learn what the person likes , the persons movie actresses and actors and all of that , reading about her likes and dislikes and end up knowing what you never knew .. so check it out , you be a flirt the rest of your life time , you do be a genius before death ....fact !!! Remember how you used to talk to your girlfriend and how you use to respond to your boyfriend before you guys started dating , yes its all gone now because everything you say now you feel its not needed , and that's how your communication skill is going down , but when you keep flirting you keep learning how to keep conversation going , keep learning how to coin words and end up with interesting jokes , and then your communication skills is getting close to best ! And you become more fun to be with and smart ! The more you flirt , the more confident in yourself you will be , flirting is nothing too serious , and its not cheating but i am never advising those in relationships to start flirting ooo relationship is sweet too !!! @chiderachokolate |
| Crime / A Letter To The Police Written By Stephen Eke (the Most Sarcastic Ever!!) by derachokolate(m): 2:50pm On Dec 05, 2017 |
Middle of Nowhere, Offshore Nigeria, 5th December, 2017. Dearest Nigerian Police force, I write to you as a friend. I know I am one. After all, every time my footsteps have been ordered [enemies will read this as forced] to your Station I see it boldly written there. ‘The Police is your friend’. So I’ll take the liberty to call you P. Isn’t that what friends do? Come up with cool nicknames for each other. Oh! Sweet P, in recent times, your special men have come under intense and undue scrutiny. People all over Social media are trending #EndSARS. Chai! I know the pain you feel right now, the type birthed when people mistake your good intentions for bad because they don't understand. I too have been there. In SS3, I once overheard Rabiu and his gang of miscreants planning to steal Boma's pen. To prevent this bad occurrence, to hamper this unfortunate incident of gargantuan repercussions from happening, I stole the pen first. You will not imagine my Honey P that when Boma found out about it, he called me a thief! Oh was I hurt. I couldn't understand how he couldn't reckon with the fact that this was a case of using my wrong to cancel the wrong Rabiu and his gang would have done (Two wrongs can make a right when they make love. Shebi you know). Just look at a clear case of Ojoro cancelling Ojoro and for someone like him, Boma, who loved Math, isn't my minus multiplied by Rabiu's minus meant to equal plus for him? A shame he couldn't see it. A shame he couldn't understand. I have read online how they claim your special men raid bars and viewing Centers, carting away people who you know are criminals. How do you know they ask? Tsk! Nollywood of course. Every time in movies criminals and bad boys meet to discuss and plan their next raid isn't it in bars they meet? Isn't that where Saint Obi and Gentle jack in Armed Robbers part 2 met to discuss how to rob a bank? How unfortunate that the answers to many of the questions that these social media accusers of the[police] brethren seek is all around them. And as for those ones in viewing centers, Na from clap dance dey start. From gathering for football, they'll gather to be shooting gun. Tufia Kwa! Please keep doing your good work, Observant P. They say that on a daily basis, you harass, beat up and bundle away young men with beards, tattoo and dreadlock. SMH! If only they understood that 90 percent of criminals in this country keep beards. Beard, dreadlock and tattoo, everyone knows that is criminal starter pack. There is something about having beards that gives people the acuity needed to rob. How can you not be a criminal when you have dreadlocks? See the name sef. Dread lock. Not even peace locks and yet they say they're innocent. Some even go the extra mile of drawing tattoo. Gangsters! All of them. Like those American hip-hop artists with tattoo all over their bodies. Next thing now they'll start shooting up and down. Energetic P, you must continue to prevent this. One nonsense commenter even said He was stopped while driving back from the club at night by 1am, with his girlfriend. He said his girlfriend was called an Ashewo and he a Yahoo boy when they saw the Laptop in his car, after which they were bundled (his words) to the station. He says, his I-phone 6 was forcefully collected and searched. He claimed that your special men questioned and beat him, threatened to shave his cultist beards, asked why if he wasn't a criminal he was sagging. Later he claimed, one of your men, a superior, even though they had found nothing on him, stared studiously at him and declared "Eureka! This one is a criminal. We have found him." He said he was detained and tortured to confess for almost two weeks and later bailed himself and his girlfriend who they continually insisted was an Ashewo, with almost N500k. Failure to do that and they'll waste him. Honest P! Reading this comment hurt me. How can people not understand? This is how criminals operate. What good reason can someone have for being on the road by 1am in a country with freedom of movement, if not for something illicit? Which virtuous woman will be on the road, in a car, with a man, late at night, if she isn't an Olosho, a runs girl. People say how does sagging, keeping beards and wearing skimpy things concern an anti-robbery squad but you know - oh you so know, that this people are robbing the society of decency and you're anti-robbery. They should do the math, Decent P. Some even talk about how you shoot people on the spot. They, hiding behind screens, talk about how many people you have killed in your custody. How you threaten to waste people if they do not do your bidding. If they do not bring the small amounts ( 100k and above) you ask for, so you can set them free, giving them a second chance, to desist from a life of crime, because there is a huge cow in your heart from where an unending supply of the milk of kindness flows. It's a shame once more that when they put two and two together on this issue, they can't arrive at twenty two like you. The good book says do not suffer a witch to live. Criminal and witch any difference? Why not torture them horrendously till they are forced to confess anything to ease the pain. Why bring them before the law, and follow due process when we know how long it takes our judicial system to reach verdicts. And oh! You know those corrupt judges. Before you'll know, they'll take bribe and set them free again. But you're not like that. Better to waste these criminals -as your years of experience has helped you identify- and send them above to God, where you know Judgment will be swifter and certain. Your reward is surely in heaven Saint P. Oh P! Can I call you Peepee? or No! Even better, P-square, cos no one be like you. I have read various accusations from people not lettered in the pursuit of criminals and it is unfair really. I must say that I commend the various responses that you have come up with so far. Especially the one from your P.R.O asserting that the people calling for scrapping of SARS are most likely armed robbers. Genius! He needs a raise if you ask me. I too thought the same of the stories I read online. It must be all those computer savvy yahoo boys and criminals. They must have recruited those thousands of people writing those gruesome stories about you. They wish to tarnish your good name. They want to make sure that the people continue to breathe in the air of criminality. But not while you're here; SARS. Like the disease of a similar name, you're the Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome that'll infect all who wish to keep inhaling criminally tainted air. Contagious P! Also, I saw the cartoon you put out. The one with your men, muscled, smiling even, holding guns, standing in that kind of arrangement common to super heroes (that you are), containing phone numbers there for people to report all cases of abuse of your special men. What a master stroke. You even put in all the networks there to ensure there is no story and I couldn't help but recall how efficient your help lines and phone numbers are. I remember calling one of your phone lines when some armed robbers were robbing a building near me and you responded efficiently, after the robbers had left. Detractors will want to focus on the fact you came after the event, but friends like me know to focus on the fact that you responded. Is it your fault the robbers left on time? I am sure you'll carry this stellar response over when people call and claim your special men are abusing them. Efficient P. Finally, I heard your boss has ORDERED a reorganization of the special men. Kudos to him! It is always good to reorganize. It is even nicer to order it. Maybe move some men around, no need to retrain them, no need to sensitize them, no need to investigate the claims by Nigerians and bring the bad eggs to book. Nah Fam! Nah my nigga Peezle for shizzle. Everything is fine as it is. It's not you it's them. One day they'll gain an understanding of the thoughts behind your actions. And when they do, hopefully they'll feel shame at this #EndSars and #Endsarsnow thing and rather trend #SarsmustLast, #SarsisBae and maybe just maybe, #Sarsonthebeat. Yours Sincerely, Friendship S. Thanks for reading. Sometimes Satire is the only way to turn the mirror and make people see and understand. With Love, Uncle Stephen. |
| Celebrities / Re: Johnny Creed, Singer Commits Suicide In Enugu (Photo) by derachokolate(m): 12:34pm On Dec 05, 2017 |
i am at war , and then a knife......something is fishy , they should better do a good investigation |
| Literature / Re: I AND Marcel(gay Story , Written By Chidera Chokolate) by derachokolate(m): 11:26am On Dec 05, 2017 |
TITLE: I AND MARCEL EPISODE: 2 I ran off to the chapel , for the supposed night prayers , on my way during the helter skelta run ,i was obstructed by a touchlight coming from the sycamore tree with a backup voice of order. "stop there " goes the harsh voice of teacher Anthony teacher Anthony was introduced to us as the teacher in charge of labour and games . "are you a new student?" he questioned , hitting his cane like a drum stick on the ground . "yes teacher " my shaky voice went . " run to the chapel " he commanded while i tried to reach my speed limit. The next day was Saturday , the rising bell went by 6am , the seminary bell could wake every body in the community up . I woke from my bed , made for my cupboard , brought out my toothbrush and my paste , i applied my paste on my toothbrush just as i was about to drop the paste . "can i use your paste?" and that's marcel . "okay you can have it " after the brush up , i prepared like others , and went for morning prayers . The school programme ran from the morning prayers , the mass , then the labour . We changed to our labour attire , and gathered at the sycamore , while teacher Anthony came to allocate working portions to classes , the class prefects were assigned to invigilate and Divide the portions among their classmates . Then jss1 having no class prefect , the assistant labour prefect was assigned to take care of our class . I had never weed before , i had never cut a grass before , but i found myself with a hoe and a machete . Since we were newbies, we were assigned the central compound to take care of , weeding and clearing . He assigned portions among everyone but me . I thought i was left out until he called me . " you, go and dispose all the wastebins infront of the hostels" i was amazed, the happiness in me could show on my dial expression , how could he assign me such an easy task ,heaven on earth . " senior please i don't know where the compost pit is " i retorted . " come , follow me " i followed him as he picked one of the wastebins and instructed me to do same . I followed him to the back of st Thomas aquina's hostel , the compost pit was just before the toilet. He threw the dirt he was carrying and told me to do the rest and left. He never sounded authoritative, and that got me thinking . Marcel is really a nice person . I went on the task , and within few minutes i was done , i had enough time to take my bath and prepare myself for the afternoon prayers , thanks to marcel . After the afternoon prayers was the lunch , we were served egusi soup with garri , a quarter pot of garri for 15 candidates . Kod! I was a chronic foodie , the food was too small after being shared to each individual, boarding house here i come . I was sober because the food wouldn't travel a mile , but still i had no option but to eat the little that have been placed before me. Before they could say "hey" am already on the last ball of garri, i used my fork on my right hand as i so disliked the fork and knife thingy ,it looked stressful , what's the point of eating like a tortoise when I can use my right hand . I was done with my food but my face could tell Oliver twist , i wanted some more but every chance of getting it seemed impossible . Still in that peril caused by hunger , i got a tap from the back . " are you still hungry ?" i nodded positively to the wanted but not expected question . While i was chopping down the tree , my subconscious was set ablaze ... I ignored my mind and focused on my stomach , after the lunch was siesta, I couldn't sleep, my mind was in turmoil. Why is marcel this kind ? ******************* written by CHIDERA CHOKOLATE |
| Celebrities / Re: Chidera, Nigerian Presenter In UK: #SaggyBoobsMatter Creator by derachokolate(m): 5:27pm On Dec 04, 2017 |
and she is even my namesake |
| Literature / I AND Marcel(gay Story , Written By Chidera Chokolate) by derachokolate(m): 12:49pm On Dec 01, 2017 |
TITLE: I AND MARCEL EPISODE: 1 On 18th September 2009 , not too long i after i graduated from primary school which was at HOLY FAMILY NURSERY AND PRIMARY SCHOOL NKPOR ONITSHA . I took a step into the next level of my education, i was admitted to ST VINCENT DE PAUL SEMINARY AGBOGUGU ENUGU STATE after a successful entrance Examination and a three day hectic oral and written interview , I started school on this as a junior seminarian , cherished and respected by catholic members .. I was excited , from then hence , i will be allowed to enter the sacristy , the sanctuary and other places of the church segregated from other members .. That's a good thing i know "chidera its 5am !" that's the loud coax voice of my mum disturbing the peace of the night and indirectly pressing the halt button of my sub-conscious mind .. " mummy am awake already, let me go and bath...goodmorning" she lamented on how we are embarking on a long journey while i headed towards the north direction of the house . A nervous and anxious secondary school newbie i was , just few minutes in the shower and am already out . I dressed in my neatly ironed white and green striped check , and a navy blue trouser to make up the complete day wear of my new school , and up the counter in the room i brought down , my well polished sandal that was made for me by uncle Sam , as a congratulatory gift for my admission . At 6:45am ,brother nnaji was yet to arrive with his car, brother nnaji is my late dad's secondary school classmate,he promised to be helping us on transportation anytime he is chanced , that's nice of him , "friends are brothers" I saw it in theirs . I was supposed to take breakfast while waiting for brother nnaji but over anxiety stole the appetite away from me , my clothings has been neatly stacked inside different bags and my books and other belongings inside my neatly coloured cupboard. Chanting "good to go" . At 7am and my siblings are off to school , bidding me farewell as they won't meet me when they come back , i hugged each of them with a peck on the cheek , telling them that parental slogan "read your books " before i let them go . Me and my cousins who came around that morning to help me load my loads in the car shifted my loads to the road side as its easier to put it inside the car from there . 7:30 am was the arrival time of brother nnaji , before mummy could go take her bath . " Good morning sir " i greeted him "good morning nnaa , you are ready right ?" i nodded positively to the question , and adding that mummy is having her bath and will soon be done , we have to wait a little for her . Every passer by dropped by to look at my school badge as the uniform is unique and strange to(in) the neighbourhood , as that increased my moral and pride. Few minutes to 8am , mummy is done and fian! We left town . It was a cross state journey , but we arrived the school premises at 11 am , did the normal registrations and hostel allocations , as i was allocated ST MICHAEL's hostel , i packed in. As a newbie i was allocated a double bunk , and my corner was arranged by the help of momma . When i understood what it means was when momma was about leaving , memories flashed and tears dropped , but she won't stay so i convinced my self that. In the evening, after dinner , i went to my bed straight , i thought it was normal life outside , have your meal and go to sleep . I slept off , when i woke everywhere was like a vacuum , being a product of Claustrophobia, i was scared . where could the students be ? I thought , wallowing in my thoughts ,unstable and having my mind in turmoil , a voice came from behind , calm and soft .. Hey ? From the worn-out look of his school uniform , i could detect that he was a senior student . "Please where are the other students ?" i asked , sounding paranoid . He told me they went for night prayers, that the former prayers was the evening prayers, i was surprised because I thought that should be the night prayers . I rushed and wore my uniform , when i was about to run out of the hostel , he called me back and asked . Whats your name ? I am chidera by name and you ? I am marcel . *************************** written by Chidera Chokolate |
| Fashion / Re: Ladies, What Do You Think About Chokers? by derachokolate(m): 5:50pm On Nov 29, 2017 |
i still dont know why you girls reject the name "bitch"......hahahahahahahahah |
| Religion / We Catholics Are Not Commiting Idolatry!!! by derachokolate(m): 5:46pm On Nov 29, 2017 |
Let me tell you , you don't need holy spirit to understand everything written in the bible , you need to be learned to understand the bible , you need to be a good researcher too,don't condemn doctrines when you know nothing about it . Catholic ain't falling for the sin of idolatry, or whatever your own doctrine baptizes it to be , yes we have statues but the worship is free of your accusations . According to the RSV Bible and Catholic Tradition, the First Commandment is: (6)I am the LORD your God,...(7)You shall have no other gods before me. (  You shallnot make for yourself a graven image, or any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth; (9)you shall not bow down to them or serve them; for I the Lord your God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children to the third and fourth generation of those who hate me, (10)but showing steadfast love to thousands of those who love me and keep my commandments. [Deut. 5:6-10; RSV] yes the above bible portion ,justifies your accusations right? But Does God forbid the making of statues? or does He condemn the worship of statues? God condemned the worship of the statues which catholic tradition also condemns but bible never condemned the making of graven images . If bible did , then what about this bible portions .!  ??Exodus 25:18-21: God commands Moses to make two statues of angels (cherubim) for the top of the Ark of the Covenant. Later in Numbers 21:8-9: God commands Moses to make a bronze serpent, so that the people who were bitten by snakes could look upon it and be healed.(it is true that centuries later King Hezekiah destroyed it because the people started worshiping it 2 Kings 18:4) remember In the Gospel, Jesus compared Himself to the bronze serpent(John 3:14). Continuing in the Old Testament where no temple was recorded without graven images . the inner sanctuary of the Temple contained two large statues of angels according to 1 Kings 6:23-28. In the following verses, Solomon also had the walls of the Temple decorated with carved images of angels, palm trees and flowers (1 Kings 6:29ff). During the Babylonian Captivity, Ezekiel had a vision from God about the design of the new Temple. According to Ezekiel 41:17-25, this new Temple contained graven images of angels and palm trees. These passages in the Bible indicate that God does not forbid the making of statues. Now lets talk about the catholic doctrine .. (don't ask me how i know about this one , am an ex seminarian hehheeheheheh) The Catholic Church during the Council of Trent (1545-1563) issued a clear statement concerning images and statues. According to the 25th Session of this General Council: The images of Christ and of the Virgin Mother of God, and of the saints are to be had and retained particularly in churches, and due honor and veneration are to be given them; not that any divinity or virtue is believed to be in them on account of which they are to be worshipped, or that anything is to be asked of them, or that trust is to be reposed in images, as was of old by the Gentiles, who placed their hopes in idols; but because the honor which is shown them is referred to the prototypes which these images represent; so that we through the images which we kiss...or bend the knee, adore Christ and venerate the saints, whom they represent. [The Canons & Decrees of the Council of Trent (TAN Books, 1978) p. 215-6] (the best thing mommy did for me was sending me to seminary ) now i know you are tempted to object the veneration of images of the saints since you believe that honor should be directed towards God alone and not towards Mary or the saints . There is what we call divine honor (adoration - supreme honor proper only for God) and respectful honor proper for men. According to the Bible.. Don't forget the people of God bowed down before King David to show him honor (2 Sam. 24:20; 1 Chron. 29:20; 21:21). Obadiah too in 1 Kings 18:7 fell prostrate before Elijah showing him reverence for being a prophet of God. In the Ten Commandments, we are told to honor our mother and father (Deut. 5:16). Even Jesus defended and obeyed this Commandment (Mark 7:9-13; Luke 2:51). At least for Mary, our honor to her is in imitation of Jesus, her Son (1 Cor. 11:1). My church allows for the veneration of the saints and their images as long as it remains honor proper for men. It is good to honor the saints for their love and trust in God , same way you do for your pastor (Matt. 22:31-32; Heb. 11:1-12:1). So like your church , my Church strictly condemns the adoration (divine worship) of statues, images or even the saints, since this is idolatry and in direct violation of the First Commandment. Written and arranged by chidera chokolate. Happy Sunday!! #exseminarian #proudlycatholic #oracle |
| Celebrities / Re: Meet This 50 Years Lady Who Never Had Sex Before by derachokolate(m): 11:01pm On Sep 28, 2017 |
Me That Is Stil A Virgin Nko |
| Jokes Etc / Respect No Be Food by derachokolate(m): 11:13am On Sep 21, 2017 |
That Sunday , i was heading to that bet9ja at basseyduke someplace in south south , so i could charge my phone. Pakan! pakan! My slippers was making noise upandan. I was even walking fast so i could meet up a space in the extension as Nepa was sending a general punishment which resulted to the extension being filled with varieties of phones and chargers before 8am . As i was walking, i was seeing some of my rivals (co-phonechargers)walking faster than i , hian! Me i felt like running but i was tryna avoid people seeing me immatured . But i increased my walking pace . As i approach the gate of the bet9ja, i was praying my walk no to be in vain ...you know nuh .. I walked fian! And passed the woman selling at the gate, but the look she gave me as i passed without saying a word ehn.... Even my village people won't look at me laikdat biko .. That one no concern me sef as i didn't bother to look at her twice .. Ehn.... My walk was not in vain as i met the last space of the extension, me i did the sign of the cross ooo , to secure a place in that extension ehn.... No be here ooo when i was done charging, i was now walking like someone who won the race , i walked majestically down the gate as i held the gate , i heard a voice .. " ehn.... Good morning " it was the evil look woman , me i responded ooo " morning ma " now my response was like a whistle of kickoff for her , oya nuh see quarrel. "so you sabi greet "bad child "blahblahblah hian ! The thing tire me ooo and me i cannot fold hands and be listening to her , its so bad if she win me in this quarrel biko , if i can win the last space in that extension why won't i win this quarrel ehn.... (i thought) " see what ignorance have caused , shey if you were learned you would have known respect is reciprocal and that greetings knows no gender or age grade ..... As you greeted first did your hand cut ? If i greeted first will you grow tall ? Mtcheeew mbok go and sit down ..." People that plays video games know what we call auto stop, that was just what i did ..... ************* why do Nigerians think greetings adds a thing to the body because me am not understanding ... They forget all this are earned , we are no more in that age where we keep prostrating to every elder we see and none of them will reciprocate .. Will pride even allow them?? Me i have pride too, i will be greeting you but i deserve the greetings too ... I was not born for you.. There is nothing wrong with greeting your junior first, it shows you reciprocate the respect he has for you and that will make her not to loose the respect he has for you , it will even increase... Mbok avoid pride, so that a minor won't insult you someday ..... |
| Celebrities / Re: Bobrisky Slams Male Suitor Trying To Meet Him Without Sending Money by derachokolate(m): 10:31am On Sep 21, 2017 |
this she-he goat should goan rest mbok |
| Romance / Gender Equality!! by derachokolate(m): 8:52pm On Sep 18, 2017 |
Yes we are in this together ,they are advocating for gender equality , its not even bad, me i like it ooo , its a joyful thing and it will make sense if no stone is left unturn, how can we Be equal is some areas ehn.... If its not in every are you girls should forget it biko ..... Me laikdis , i know i don't have a nice chest like David fabian, but i can still walk around the compound with bare chest , even eyo that his chest is worse than mine can go topless on the pitch ..... Lets apply gender equality here nuh, you females should also go topless , hian ! , change clothes in the pitch laikus even people who have boils inplace of bress should not be afraid to show it off ..... Biko am not feeling fine .. Ehen ... If i can cross to that street with my boxer , why can't she cross with her pant , ehn.... Nothing is bad there nuh , what a man can do a woman can do so .. Okwia ?? ..... Mbok me am in full support of this movement ... |
| Religion / Re: Should I Pay Tithe From Winning In Soccer Betting by derachokolate(m): 7:57pm On Sep 18, 2017 |
HiddenManna: why don't you just say " there is time for everything " than complicating the whole matter ..... Or is sportbetting a sin ?? |
| Religion / Re: Should I Pay Tithe From Winning In Soccer Betting by derachokolate(m): 7:34pm On Sep 18, 2017 |
HiddenManna: are you trying to say the church is against sport betting ........ ?? |
| Romance / Re: To The Guys: If She Is Not Yours Don't Go Nude With Her - Bamisepeter's Blog by derachokolate(m): 7:07pm On Sep 18, 2017 |
Me that have never cheated nuh |
| Politics / Re: "I Will Not Go On Exile" – Nnamdi Kanu by derachokolate(m): 7:04pm On Sep 18, 2017 |
We can't be carried away with this sweet talks , shey it is the same thing that happened in the time of ojukwu and he later flew ..... You that is talking bring your family back first ..... |
| Literature / A Love Of A Mother by derachokolate(m): 1:45pm On Aug 24, 2017 |
A LOVE Of A MOTHER His disobedience was of the highest scale that there was no respect accorded to she that fed him, he lost his father when he was nine, and bad friends won't allow him sit and help his poor mom.. He is the only child she had, and she swore to the husband's grave that come rain come shine she will train him that is the apple of her eyes, she didn't have, even to afford two square meals she rarely did. Bad friends led him astray, he joined the criminal crew, smokes like a dragon and bleeps like a porn star,his name painted disgracingly black on the streets, and the whole shame humeranged on her (��). She tried bringing him to order, but she got palpitations, regrets and insults from the child she gets a cut of knife to feed, at a time she would want to give up but still she didn't, the heart aches she endured with the hope of a better tomorrow even when things seemed worse, she'd just cry all night and pray to her God. The worst has happened, he beats her, maltreats her and uses cane on the woman who carried him nine months, he now plays the gun game, the crew he entered doesn't value a life. And this made her pass through sleepless nights. she couldn't bear the pain again as she is being recorded an high blood pressure patient medically, she gave up on her, and swore never to pour water on a stone anymore.. Few weeks after she gave up, she always felt that she had a responsibility she could not reach, she feels bad but she gets along because he that she is striving hard to help is paying her back woes in folds. That faithful Saturday, she came back from her petty trade where she rarely gets a pittance for a gain, relaxing without knowing the whereabout of her son who looked so careless to look after her. As she dropped her basket, and opening the door the son ran in, sweating and looking for a place to hide... She was shocked and threw at him "osita nwam what happened, who is pursuing you? But he did not leave a reply as he hid under the bed... Before she could say the next word, a group of two invaded the house with guns and ready to pull the trigger. "where is osita?.. The scary one shouted on her.. "if you don't provide him within 30 seconds you are dead, Time starts now"... The other short hot tempered one added.. She didn't know what to do, this is a life or dead situation, she went into her Subconscious zone.. "If I tell them., they will kill my son for me, yes he has done me worst on earth but I can't afford to loose him " the love was strong. She now spoke up... Before she could say" he is not here " she was dropped dead... ���� 1 Like |
| Literature / A Love Of A Mother by derachokolate(m): 7:41am On Aug 24, 2017 |
His disobedience was of the highest scale that there was no respect accorded to she that fed him, he lost his father when he was nine, and bad friends won't allow him sit and help his poor mom.. He is the only child she had, and she swore to the husband's grave that come rain come shine she will train him that is the apple of her eyes, she didn't have, even to afford two square meals she rarely did. Bad friends led him astray, he joined the criminal crew, smokes like a dragon and bleeps like a porn star,his name painted disgracingly black on the streets, and the whole shame humeranged on her (��). She tried bringing him to order, but she got palpitations, regrets and insults from the child she gets a cut of knife to feed, at a time she would want to give up but still she didn't, the heart aches she endured with the hope of a better tomorrow even when things seemed worse, she'd just cry all night and pray to her God. The worst has happened, he beats her, maltreats her and uses cane on the woman who carried him nine months, he now plays the gun game, the crew he entered doesn't value a life. And this made her pass through sleepless nights. she couldn't bear the pain again as she is being recorded an high blood pressure patient medically, she gave up on her, and swore never to pour water on a stone anymore.. Few weeks after she gave up, she always felt that she had a responsibility she could not reach, she feels bad but she gets along because he that she is striving hard to help is paying her back woes in folds. That faithful Saturday, she came back from her petty trade where she rarely gets a pittance for a gain, relaxing without knowing the whereabout of her son who looked so careless to look after her. As she dropped her basket, and opening the door the son ran in, sweating and looking for a place to hide... She was shocked and threw at him "osita nwam what happened, who is pursuing you? But he did not leave a reply as he hid under the bed... Before she could say the next word, a group of two invaded the house with guns and ready to pull the trigger. "where is osita?.. The scary one shouted on her.. "if you don't provide him within 30 seconds you are dead, Time starts now"... The other short hot tempered one added.. She didn't know what to do, this is a life or dead situation, she went into her Subconscious zone.. "If I tell them., they will kill my son for me, yes he has done me worst on earth but I can't afford to loose him " the love was strong. She now spoke up... Before she could say" he is not here " she was dropped dead... ���� |
| Romance / What Girls Should Do!!!!! by derachokolate(m): 3:51pm On Aug 18, 2017 |
What girls should do 18+ No!!, we are getting civilized, and we won't stick to the stone age, with all this girl's screaming for gender equality and societal no particular gender recognition or discrimination.. What is bad if a girl gives me a halt while am walking on the streets? Like what the Bleep will happen if you do as follows? "fine boy,... Sssssssss" (me I will slow down if you are fine) "hey What'sup, where are you heading to, hope you don't mind if I walk with you " (and me(we), I will say" okay no problem "am heading straight"  And you start those pickup lines that we use on you girls, all the lies we do spit on first meeting, and all the phonetics we claim (tho not someone like me, pidgin is bae ��)... " my name is Esthaar and you are? Smiles "am Chidera " do you stay around? Smiles again "ya ya somewhere around " so are you schooling? Smiles "yes And the chats goes respectively till it arrives at " Chidera I think I will stop here " Smiles" Okay " " will I meet you again, why not Gimme your number so I will call you one of this days If I want to see your cute face again" Smiles "Sorry I don't give strangers my number" And there you start pleading and convincing me till I end up giving you only my social I.d maybe Facebook username... That night you will add me up, while I blush at home like you girls do, then accept the request... 7:15 pm : handsome Me i will read the message and ignore �� Then 7:30 pm ; it's the Esthaar that met you today at (wherever) ME I will still read and ignore ��� Then 9 pm : please don't hang my message, you are making me feel bad Then I will just type" hey! " And I will be giving you one liners, you will suffer, check dictionary for right words to use, crack brain for best format to play so you will get me, use the " are you on whatsapp " trick to get my number, the night calls of disturbance that I will seldom pick (��), lots of night and morning text messages,subscribing my phone, lots of Mcms and crush tags and then maybe end up at wanting to come to my house... "will you be free tomorrow? "nop" "I've missed you, I want to see that your cute face again "Okay I will think about it " And at night you will call me to be sure if I thought about it, and I will say Okay... The next day, you will probably wear your best clothes(sexy so you will turn me on �) , put on the best make up you've ever done in your lifetime, applying the best deodorant with the finest smell and gets ready before the appointed time.. Then you will come to my house and you will still buy what we will eat.... (am not wicked lah���), you will gist me so I will not see you as a boring type, then remove your top claiming there is heat even when my fan is on (����) Probably that day you will wear the undies with my favorite colour, and you will sag or remove the belt of your trouser so I will be seeing the undie and probably get turned on, still I will act like that guy in simi'z video, (you go give green light tire and nothing will happen ����) Then you will have to initiate the truth or dare game and you will dare me to kiss you, and me I will tell you no!!, and I will prove stubborn at first before falling in (ahn ahn I can't be that cheap nagha) I will kiss and you won't stop, you will start romancing me, kissing my neck, my back and licking the lickables so you will get me turned on (����), and maybe feeding me your breast, then the vulva at your own will (because me I will pretend I don't want it), I will be shouting "please stop" and you will be pleading for "just five minutes nuh"... And finally we will make out, I will hit you well, much exploitations and when done I will form vextation .. You will go and my inbox will be filled with " am sorry I know you hate me now (hate you say Wetin apn ���) And I will ignore "I don't know what came over me am sorry " And I will ignore Hundreds of missed calls and tenths of sorry SMS.... (I will feel like a king) Then at last I will just come and type " it's okay " And you will be very happy... Then at a long run you will invite me out in my favorite place and you will ask me out.. And It will took ages to think about it(I've to form hard to get nuh), then later on, I will agree telling you "if you break my heart ehn "just promise me you won't "please be faithful "i don't want to get hurt And you will swear and take the whole oath in existence ������ And we will start dating ****** You girls don't really know what we pass through, I was not even harsh sef... Mtcheeeeew See you next Friday!! Filthy Friday!!!! ©chiderachokolate #an_oracle_that_cannot_be_tackled 1 Like |
| Politics / Re: Nigeria Is Lost! by derachokolate(m): 3:48pm On Aug 18, 2017 |
profhezekiah: When every body feels less concerned |
| Politics / Re: Nigeria Is Lost! by derachokolate(m): 4:53am On Aug 18, 2017 |
timecapsule: It pains the hell outta me |
| Politics / Re: Nigeria Is Lost! by derachokolate(m): 4:52am On Aug 18, 2017 |
kkins25:I see you blood |
| Politics / Nigeria Is Lost! by derachokolate(m): 4:27am On Aug 17, 2017 |
Nigeria Is lost beyond the imagination of our colonial masters, beyond there aim of colonation, more like a servant failing a master after he is being settled, then what's the need of their colonation...? We claim and proclaimed independence, we called it freedom when its a passage to an endless captivity, we couldn't learn a thing from history, and that makes how we live mystery. Am always stunned on how immature we run the streets, and still the traffics showing yellow red and green, the system working and the government seems not concerned on how the streets are being ran, the innocent bloods of the citizens being dropped at each temple run and still the the area is being reported cool to the state.... Who is fooling who? The busy streets of retardation , business at its worst, nothing to save up, nothing signifies the stress,I see opened arena with sampled goods and the goods being sampled another day untouched, isnt that another definition of no food at the table?, the civil servants with their rants of owed salary , and recession at its peak, hunger kills and people dies... Here is the Giant of Africa!! What about the sacrifices that was made, the blood that was shed for this state to grow, our heroes efforts?, the bodies that fell that this games could be played.. I can hear the buildings screaming, the trees ranting, and other natural resources asking about the reason for may 29 and Oct 1st? What about the lame educational system, the strike rotational system, it hurts and pains like a pin pushed in, time wasted is wasted, but they don't care and they can't play the savior,zero or no practicals, a final year computerist can't find a "k" on a keyboard, we drowning, we learning ignorantly, grades on trade, read and still fail.... I don't feel the the onset of riots, what a very tiny and irrelevant move in a supposed democratical government,when tried, its just massacre and the ghetoised children being fed with the guns of the people employed for protection, military regime in a nifty way!!!, we can't speak up!! A politico embezzlement of fund is so tiny to be noticed, they carter for only their selves and selves, and the little they have they dish out to Prostitutes with prosthetic tits, but the innocent man with the hoodie, a tattoo for fashion, Dread that fits, is being labeled a criminal, a good definition of manipulation. Break down the violence, pre teens with GSM,fans of anarchists, streaming porn videos to their detriment, parents are very careless, kids dominate the Friday clubs, got hit by alcohol, paint the streets disgracingly red, they live beneath bread line and the parents don't care to give out guide lines.....(�) Religion with its demerits, main factor of disintegration, selfishness and discrimination but Why won't we admire theocracy, why won't we wanta be a pastor, a reverend or a religiously recognized personnel who is being contributed for , when we work all Our life just for a pittance. We are Lost And we still do nothing, the traffics still going, we don't think about this goings, we pay more attention to, our girlfriends, our wives and the money,we are afraid of divorces, while the earth is shaking and the spoiled lives with no vision of ending, I cherish the end but here in a land where nobody shows concern ? 2 Likes |
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