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damola1:
SINCE RIBADU LEFT EFCC, HOW MANY GOVT. OFFICIAL HAS BEEN PROSECUTED, OR HAVE WE SO QUICKLY FORGOTTEN THE GOVERNOR WHO DRESSED LIKE A WOMAN TO ESCAPE THE UK AUTHORITIES? OR BETTER STILL THE IG, WHO WAS HANDCUFFED?

THESE THINGS ARE RARE IN NIGERA.

I TELL YOU. I LOVE RIBADU, AND I WILL STAND BY HIM ANY DAY ANYTIME, I WILL GIVE HIM ASYLUM IN MY HOUSE IF HE WANTS, BECAUSE HE HAS DONE MORE THAN ANY OTHER MAN HAS DONE FOR NIGERIA.

if you believe this, then you'd believe anything.

This is the most retarded thread i have ever come across MY DEAR ITS IS IDOLATORY TO PLACE ANYTHING including MAN ABOVE GOD.

its not right for a man to be emotional rather HE should be Rational

hhaa Honeymoon, abi Hollywood, or whatever you call yourself, all in the name of ''i must write too'' whic kind story be this? I fear o

silly thread , our own kids again

na night school u go incest means:sexual activity between two people who are considered, for moral or genetic reasons, too closely related to have such a relationship. OLODO

super story, nice one

i'll say my last prayers

The only one directive God gave to MAN regarding his wife is to ''LOVE HER''. If MAN is to be the ''Head of The House'' as the bible instructed MEN to, then HE should lead by being first to ''Apologize'' and ''Ask for Forgiveness''. That is the Value and Power of becoming the ''Servant-Leader''. In my own words its not foolishness rather its meekness, being modest, docile, humble & gentle, this is what ''Maturity in Men'' is all about '' dud, wake up!!. 

i can trust no man, not even my self bt can love everyone

oh u guyz want to bring this up, okay this is my stand, GOD first den my WIFEY next oooooooooo, as for my mum, i'll always love her and take care of her, thats my responsibility period o

We can't be too sure.
Maybe her gurlfriend ejaculates.


without stimulation? i'd def love to learn that trick


maybe she squirts

nope, y

Hey wats really goin on here, can anybody shed some light on dis

My wife is just something else, each time we make love, especially when she's on top, she bends over and whisper to my ear ''dearie, don't come untill i tell you to'' she then starts hammering away, farting at the same time, hitting real hard on my cock n balls and the noise that follows is like poo-poo-poo-poo-poo-poo. This sensation comes with a blend of sweet and bitter feeling, because my balls really hurts but as a man i just have to bear the pains, because its only in that process she climax, splurting her juicy cums on my cock . but the cold part is, whenever we are at it, she starts shedding tears, i mean uncontrollable tears running down her cheeks, i begin to wonder what in the world is wrong with this woman, for crying out loud, i'm suppose to be the one crying here because my balls hurts and each time i confront her about the crying n farting, she is like ''honey its ok, its just emotions''

this really pisses me off, here she is sweating my privates n balls, then farting all the way to orgasm, and crying in the process, then it all becomes emotions, men, this chick is just one hell of a character but i love her anyway. she must not read this o!

chei!!!!!! the bone of our bone has now become the bone of contention. but why his instrument y not his eye or ear of hand self, its jus like falling down a full grown tree with lots of fruits, kai that woman shall never see any prick again in her life.

DeepZone:
Some have done worse in naija over a cup of ogogoro.

u mean a tort of ogogoro, even our policemen kills for as little as 10Naira egunje. my broda, lef mata 4 tory o! na GOD dey save person for this our 9ja

ladoma:
i want to use this opportunity to say thanks to you all.well, as i said, i called her on Thursday,took her out to our usual sit out and i told her that i want her forgiveness.she frozed.to my surprise she asked me if i had slept with some one.i nodded.she stood up,and collected the car key from the table and before i say jack,she was off,by the time i manage to get home,i saw a crowd at my gate.i asked what happened,i was told my wife came home,got down to open the gate, then slump and became unconscious and has been taken to the hospital where she works.i rushed there and discovered she was already on bed with a consortium of doctors attending to her.well one of them told me her blood pressure is at a dangerous level and they have to hospitalize her for close monitoring.that was on Thursday.today ,Sunday,she has refused to even see me.but this is given me an idea.since she is in the hospital,if only i can get her to be there for a longer time,and see if i can get any of the doctor who can keep secret and will be ready to assist me to put the anti-syphilis drugs in her prescription.but I'm afraid the doctor may leak it to other people and my wife will hear later.na wa o.what do i do.i need advice urgently,before she is discharged.to think that just one night fling is leading to a series of undesired chain reaction.God help man

its so glaring that u do not have an iota of love for this poor woman whom u claim is your wife. this whole drama to you is like one big joke, can't imagine u're still playing around lookin for yr type of dirty doctors that would keep yr filthy secret, rather than be sober and face this with a more serious approach, this is so disgusting. i pray her sizta would jus sneak up to her n let de cat out of the bag, because its obvious u want her to die, Its even better for her than to waste her precious time hangin around a low life like you. olofo Na yr type of men dey spoil show for bobos like us, DIDIRIN

its seems you were leaving off this girl and her family once upon a time or uptil now, and u felt playing this role, will be like reciprocating the same gesture the family showed you. Have u ever heard ''Favour ain't fair''. Abeg give us the complete version of this tory otherwise u can continue to live in that hell n get use to it

luk at all the dead/broke/bursted motherfuckers, all gettin high on cheap supply, na for NL una wan come draw all dis rain, mak sango cary fire solder that una mouth wey dey leak up n down. Losers everywhere, can't believe this

READ THIS, IT MIGHT HELP YOU


You can enjoy and be revived daily, she's God's perfect match for you, maybe a change of attitude will help.
read on !

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and
said,

'I've got something to tell you'.

She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what
I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly,

'Why?'

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks
and shouted at me,

'You are not a man!'

That night, we didn' t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she
wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly
give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to a lovely girl
called Dew. I did'nt love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that
she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced
at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of
her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time,
resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved
Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I
had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea
of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and
clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at
the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep
very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke
up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I
turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want
anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She
requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life
as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a months time
and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to
recall how I had carried her into our bridal room on our wedding day. She
requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our
bedroom to the front door every morning. I thought she was
going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted
her odd request.

I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and
thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face
the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was
explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both
appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his
arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting
room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She
closed her eyes and said softly;

'Don't tell our son about the divorce'.

I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went
to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my
chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn' t
looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realised she was not
young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying!
Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had
done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy
returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to
me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of
intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became
easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout
made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses
but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have
grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the
reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me. She had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart.
Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the
moment and said,

'Dad, it's time to carry mum out.' To him, seeing his father
carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife
gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face
away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then
held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to
the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her
body tightly, it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone
to school. I held her tightly and said, I had'nt noticed that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to office, jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the
door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind, I walked
upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her,

'Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.'

She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead.

'Do you have a fever?'

She said. I moved her hand off my head.

'Sorry, Dew', I said, 'I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring
probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not
because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realise that since I
carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until
death do us apart.'

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed
the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the
floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The
salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote,

'I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.'

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship.
It is not the mansion, the car, property , the money in the bank, blah, blah, blah. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

a gud woman is wat u can make out of wat u have, bt its so obvious you dnt have any. so stop fooling yrself n quit embarassing de male clan. Hurry out of here n go grab yrself a life Dub Ass Twerp!!!!!!

incredible!!!!!!!!, so dis kind obssessional infatuation still dey common lik dis, i fear oooo

if na ikwerre man for Rivers state do am i no go surprise, na their typical way be dat, dem fit sell one land / property 100 times . After dem go buy one 190benz join put to enhance their movement, problem dey ooooo

o.y.o

I"M DUMBFOUNDED, ASTOUNDED, STAGGERED, FLABBERGASTED, CONFOUNDED, STUNED, BAMBOOZLED, FLUMMOXED, MUDDLED , gush, no comment

men of little mind with large appetite

GOD help us all

brother, i think u're confused! Are u marrying for your ancestors or yourself. You better get your acts together, bru.


he his marrying on behalf of his ancestors!


in dat case, he dosn't seem to hav a problem, insurance cover am

my kind of gal must be a kombination of Kul, Kalm, Kollected, Kommitment n must hv Kemistry u no wat i mean, KKK, enough giration

not forgetting ''MUST BE GOD-FEARING OOOO'' , de rest i go manage am.

erhhhh, oga ladoma or whatever u call yr self, no bi u wey bone yr sizta in law on top cheap beer/fish n wine, come carry Syphilis giv yr ''domesticated'' wife, wey u never figure how u wan take break de shameful news give am bt u l8r come conclude say u go tell am last thurs wey be una annivesary, nw u dn carry yr dead body come here where decent nobles dey try to confabulate come dey do aproko work for another man wahala, U never 4 fit comot de sand wey dey yr eye first, we dey even think say by now yr wife 4 don kill u dn roast yr meat dn troway yr carcass for vulture to feast on,,,,,,,,,,,,o'l boy yr way na real water, beta go find work do, since u lucky to see daylight again see u wey dey call person ''flirting wife is dangerous,she can spread disease knowingly or unknowingly'' a typical case of a pot callin a kettle black,,,,,,i jus tire, hmmmmmmm,,,,,,,,,no kind karacter wey we no go see for this NL, problem dey 4 9jaoooooooooo

luv my name, its tells so much bout my persona, my un-mistakable aura & style, my utter nonchalance and unflappabable demeanor, its even amplifies my future / destiny, making it shine so so so bright that i have to use 'Ray Ban' sun glaSSES to luk at em, jus luv de sound of it, can neva 4get u zillah, i luv u n will always do