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girls n sugar mummies in Niger state n it environ can reach their sex dream through my hot pin 7c03f9fe just add |
seems no one is reminisces |
[center]" a 9ja Guy like me" I still remember my poor neighborhood How I used to sit n wait for crumbs Perhaps I could quench fire of hunger Emanating from my stomach n brain. 2hours had passed Yet no one recognized my presence 3hours had passed and each step as though coming to me 4hours had passed and my mouth still opened Waiting to answer a call that I never heard. Now my miserable self is walking away To bury itself on mama’s foam Praying to God alone To sustain this troubled soul I’ll never forget my cruel neighbor That met my problem with spoilt beans This threatened to seize my breath I still remember the number of beans In her red round plate. I still remember the night I lay with a mad man behind me I have not forgotten the rain that woke me up that night. Behind the corridor of our pit latrine I still feel it cold sometimes. If I’ve a pen I’ll write about my life I’ll tell of my encounter with men n ghost I’ll narrate my entire encounter with beasts’ n monsters Even how I kept my dreams in the midst of nightmares. I still remember those that mocked me When I wore rags n hunt rats, Even those that despise me When I wine n dine in the same plate with pigs I’ve not forgotten. I still remember Juliet my first love Fairest of all women I ever met Tender n comely to behold, I’ve not forgotten how I shivered Like one exposed to zero degree weather The first time I met her, I had never forgotten how I was overcame By sorrow n pain inflicted upon me by Harsh condition n uncertainties When I try to express my deep affection for her. I still remember The road to yam market I still remember my spot in a white Toyota bus I still recall the number of times We frequent that path on daily basis I’ve not forgotten Those women who felt sorry For a 12 years old bus conductor. I still remember The number of bus that overtook me As I trekked to and fro high school I still remember the number of pot holes On that path. I still remember the first time I cried I cried when no one could understand my pain I cried for love that I never had I cried for my lost script Instead of consolation all I received, Was a shout n a closed door So I cried. I still remember the day A clergy told me that my dad is not fit to live I still remember all the pain I nursed as a little boy I’ve not forgotten all the odd moments of my life But I had let them behind me. All my life I’ve tried to forgive everything That ever hurt me But somehow I still remember.[/center]
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@ maedam n sweetpie our predicaments in this country is like "wow" but somehow i know that lucifer will not remain in papal's throne forever someday our nation will rise then their will be no need to rebrand n may be instead of kidnap me it's is going to be embrace me |
thanks gbo for appreciating the contents of my poem it was born out of pain n anger of our country's predicament (measure ur worth by the number of people planning to kidnap you) |
Please Kidnap Me I’m a Nigerian I’m an independent prisoner My leaders are my oppressors I’m blessed with abundance Yet deprived of its pleasure When I cried no one heard me When I pray it contends with my ceiling My soul is wearied n my body tired Please Kidnap me. I’m a Nigerian I was born with silver spoon Yet devour my meal with rubber I am a victim of all crises An attack in Iraq Can result to blood shed in my environ Dollars melt down Can result to naira freezing An outbreak of virus in china Can eliminate all of my country men n women So I am hunted by fear of survival Please kidnap me. I’m a Nigerian I wrote various tests to get to college Yet on graduation I live on the mercy of touts My institutions are confused as confusion itself They bridged the gulf between justice n evil with traps So we lost most of our brothers n sisters in their quest for truth And now I am afraid to exercise my right But endures to live with my left Please kidnap me. I’m a Nigerian Don’t be mad at me If you hear people call me militants Or labeled street urchins on the dailies My condition had left me with guns N my circumstance left me with empty plates I have combed the nooks n crannies of my town for job But found troubles I have erased all the letters of my key board editing my CV yet i found no job Please Kidnap me.
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when i (a guy) wear a tight jean i ensured i put on a large top that will help cover my rodman each time i lust in my meditation or at sight, this is very importhant cos with tight jean a guy cannot easily put his hand in his pocket and pack his rod when ever its agrresive or wanting to, , pardon my gramar pls. i am a victim of this a woman almost get crushed by a bike where she was looking at a lump in my tight fitted jean. |
@ become rich you are the biggest fool i ever meet, i hope you change too too sentimental for my, we dont need psychophants like you in this country hopeless offspring of obassanjo d father of this mess we are talking about |
our habitation is in the brook we had our apartment in the jungle where non of our brothers dare there we dwell with sun and we cook with fire the glory of the African child known to God alone. the sun clothed us the air so thick n heavy we n our environs are museum our play ground is the farm our recreational centre is the cave where we hunt rats n chase rabbits our fast food joint is on three round stones where we roast yam n garnished it with red oil the glory of the African child known to God alone our best friends were beasts there were times we had dinner in their cave and their were times we had our quiet time in the nest with eagles the glory of the African child known to God alone we're original we're real though the sun left us dark it did not tamper our intellect for our brain is as white as snow and its riches no mortal can measure the glory of the African child known to God alone events upon events had threatened to reduce our values philosophies upon philosophies vowed that we're coheirs with chimpanzee but today the long awaited truth inscribed right inside the hand of time unfolds and it reads black is the mother of all race let he that have ears hear what time is saying oh! the glory of the African child known to God alone |
pchima:thank you my friend |
I knew a man Born a messiah to his people He had a dream A dream of greatness A dream to usher in bright light of hope Into dark night of stagnation n poverty He had a dream A dream that could transform their cosmic elegy into glorious psalm of brotherhood. I knew a man Who destiny had favored to accomplish his dream He was determined to execute his plans to the end But he was alone in his thought. His decision was contrary to their opinion So they gave him pepper when he needed salt When he ask for reason, they gave him sword to put on his people neck. He invoked a transforming agenda They converted it to a comic show. I knew a man Whose friends, brought his dream to ruin A man whom situation threatens his dream And today only slight different exist between him n his fellows They now wine and dine with corruption. Leaving the people he was meant to deliver On filthy rag of poverty. I knew a man Who God will judge one day A man whose instructors n mentors Shall face justice someday And the people shall trample upon them and their works that day. wet ur appetite @ www.devimcy. n leave a line for me
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I still remember my poor neighborhood How I used to sit n wait for crumbs Perhaps I could quench fire of hunger Emanating from my stomach n brain. 2hours had passed Yet no one recognized my presence 3hours had passed and each step as though coming to me 4hours had passed and my mouth still opened Waiting to answer a call that I never heard. Now my miserable self is walking away To bury itself on mama’s foam Praying to God alone To sustain this troubled soul I’ll never forget my cruel neighbor That met my problem with spoilt beans This threatened to seize my breath I still remember the number of beans In her red round plate. I still remember the night I lay with a mad man behind me I have not forgotten the rain that woke me up that night Behind the corridor of our pit latrine I still feel it cold sometimes. If I’ve a pen I’ll write about my life I’ll tell of my encounter with men n ghost I’ll narrate my entire encounter with beasts’ n monsters Even how I kept my dreams in the midst of nightmares. I still remember those that mocked me When I wore rags n hunt rats, Even those that despise me When I wine n dine in the same plate with pigs I’ve not forgotten. I still remember Juliet my first love Fairest of all women I ever met Tender n comely to behold, I’ve not forgotten how I shivered Like one exposed to zero degree weather The first time I met her, I had never forgotten how I was overcame By sorrow n pain inflicted upon me by Harsh condition n uncertainties When I try to express my deep affection for her. I still remember The road to yam market I still remember my spot in a white Toyota bus I still recall the number of times We frequent that path on daily basis I’ve not forgotten Those women who felt sorry For a 12 years old bus conductor. I still remember The number of bus that overtook me As I trekked to and fro high school I still remember the number of pot holes On that path. I still remember the first time I cried I cried when no one could understand my pain I cried for love that I never had I cried for my lost script Instead of consolation all I received Was a shout n a closed door So I cried. I still remember the day A clergy told me that my dad is not fit to live I still remember all the pain I nursed as a little boy I’ve not forgotten all the odd moments of my life But I had let them behind me. All my life I’ve tried to forgive everything That ever hurt me But somehow I still remember.
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@ minute thanx a million times |
Rachel Christie: Introducing the First Black Miss England Time Out London History was made last night in London. Great Britain crowned 20-year-old Rachel Christie as Miss England during the country's annual pageant at London's Metropole Hilton Hotel Competing as Miss London City, Christie edged out her rivals to claim the title and will now compete for the Miss World crown in Johannesburg in December. But competition is nothing new for this London-born beauty. Christie specializes in the heptathlon and the 400 meters and is hoping to join the ranks of the 2012 London Olympic Games. Her uncle is British Olympic gold medalist Linford Christie, who stands as the most decorated British athlete. He is also regarded as the second fastest European in history and even has a stadium in West London named in his honor. "My ambition in life is to compete and win gold in the 2012 Olympics," Christie told reporters. "I would also love to do well in Miss England. I want to be successful in whatever I choose to do in life." Katrina Hodge, a 21-year-old soldier decorated for her bravery in Iraq, came in second in the Miss England grand final, which was decided after a public vote. According to the pageant's Web site, "the girls are talented, healthy and well-educated and are all vying for the privilege of representing England at the Miss World contest in South Africa later in the year." "And before you ask, there are no size zeros in this bunch either! All the girls take an avid interest in sport and dance, so healthy eating plays a major part in their lives , you won't find them pushing a side salad round the plate," pageant spokesperson Dee Carpenter said. Though it boasted an entry list that "looks like a veritable roll call of stunning young women from all backgrounds and ethnicity, representing a truly multicultural England," detractors tried to mire the event. Outside of the pageant, protesters held banners bearing signs that read "every woman is a queen" and "beauty is not skin deep." London's Daily Mail newspaper reported that last night's protest echoed similar demonstrations held last year when the Miss University London competition was branded "misogynist" by some student groups. "This is absolutely fantastic," London-based media personality, singer and fashion designer Mica Paris told The BV Newswire about the news. "Thank God; this sends a message to the media in Britain that black is beautiful too."
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[center]I am Jobless[/center][s][/s] Somehow, I’m use to the way, shame opens up n swallow me each time I go out to look for a job. Or the noise and chanting emanating From the soul of my shoe each time I run for a bus……, It has gotten to that level And now, each night I count the number of people passing our street, And each night I get the same number. And when it rains, I count their footprints, And then last night, I tiptoed to my beloved apartment and heard her talking to someone. Who could be this beast that threatened my happiness I wondered in tears, And when I opened the door there was no one ………. Only my love on her knees , praying to God, to get me a job. |
Billy Muse or what do you call urself you are the biggest foool on earth you call OJUKWU a coward YOu are the biggest IGNORAMUS on earth my problem with most of u is that you don't understand english please don't repeat such.
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thanx MR. nex |
our house is on fire by men on strange attire we sought for gun to hire to frustrate these glutons till they are tired for they have made our people thin like wire. they have ransacked the nooks n cranny of our towns perhaps they could have treasure to purchase some crowns our soils they've rendered useless behold our farmers coming back from the field helpless with token our traitors had gotten our leaders influence while they live abroad in affluence. to whom much is given much is required to us much is given but little we've acquired so we've decided to do something before the Lord of the land return lest He accuses us of doing nothing with the treasure he left in our bosom n the little we acquired will be given to our traitors. To enjoy our resources we must fight so our brothers once whispered to us but our oppresors deceived n moved away our conscience with a Bus yes! all of us. Now that we've tasted of the forbiden fruit in the pipe our eyes like Adam is open Wide to behold the richies that abound in our land n the chain that binds our hands. So we've decided to fight till we die we've decided to entertain no more lies better for all of us to die in pieces than to live in penury in peace in a land flowing with vast ocean of opportunities. we'll trade our clothes for rifles we will trade our life for death for the glory of generation unborn we'll fight perhaps our enemies we can set ablaze perhaps we'll recover our treasure n make most of it so when the master comes we will account of how we use it this is our faith that's why we fight we're not millitants but seekers of justice.
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After the sudden death of Michael Jackson Evan Chandler tells the truth. In 1993, Chandler told a psychiatrist and police that he and Jackson had engaged in sexual acts that included MouthAction, the boy gave detailed description of Jackson’s genitals. The case was settled out of court for a reported $22 million, but the strain led Jackson to begin taking painkillers. Eventually he became addicted. Now maybe for the remorse of his death Chandler decides to tell us the truth. ” I never meant to lie and destroy Michael Jackson but my father made me to tell only lies. Now i can’t tell Michael how much i’m sorry and if he will forgive me ”.Evan Chandler was tape- men i foud this piece of information on a blog n i was like wow,how true ? recorded saying amongst other things, “If I go through with this, I win big-time. There’s no way I lose. I will get everything I want and they will be destroyed forever… Under the influence of a controversial father (Jordan Chandler) told his son to tell that Jackson had touched his penis.Jordan Chandler then told a psychiatrist and later police that he and Jackson had engaged in acts of kissing, masturbation and MouthAction, as well as giving a detailed description of what he alleged were the singer’s genitals. ” Now for the first time i can’t bare to lie anymore. Michael Jackson didn’t do anything to me, all was my father lies to escape from being poor.” http://wandaphullworld.com/2009/06/28/evan-chandler-i-lied-about-michael-my-dad-made-me-do-it-im-sorry/ |
By TOM MALITI and AHMED AL-HAJ, Associated Press Writers MORONI, Comoros – A Yemeni jetliner carrying 153 people crashed into the Indian Ocean as it came in for a landing during howling winds on the island nation of Comoros. There were conflicting reports about whether a child survived. The crash came two years after aviation officials reported faults with the plane, an Airbus 310 flying the last leg of a journey from Paris and Marseille to Comoros, with a stop in Yemen to change planes. Most of the passengers were from Comoros, a former French colony. Sixty-six on board were French nationals. Comoran and Yemeni officials said Tuesday that either a 14-year-old girl or a 5-year-old boy had survived. However, neither report could be immediately verified, nor could earlier reports that three bodies and some plane wreckage had been recovered. Yemeni civil aviation deputy chief Mohammed Abdul Qader said the flight data recorder had not been found and it was too early to speculate on the cause of the crash. But, he said, the wind was 40 miles per hour (61 kph) as the plane was landing in the middle of the night. "The weather was very bad," he said, adding the windy conditions were hampering rescue efforts. The Yemenia plane was the second Airbus to crash into the sea this month. An Air France Airbus A330-200 crashed into the Atlantic Ocean on June 1, killing all 228 people on board, as it flew from Rio de Janeiro to Paris. The Comoros is an archipelago of three main islands situated 1,800 miles (2,900 kilometers) south of Yemen, between Africa's southeastern coast and the island of Madagascar. It is a former French colony of 700,000 people. In France, school vacations began this week and many on the plane were heading home to visit. Gen. Bruno de Bourdoncle de Saint-Salvy, the senior commander for French forces in the southern Indian Ocean, said the Airbus 310 crashed in deep waters about 9 miles (14.5 kilometers) north of the Comoran coast and 21 miles (34 kilometers) from the Moroni airport. French aviation inspectors found a "number of faults" during a 2007 inspection of the plane that went down, French Transport Minister Dominique Bussereau said on i-Tele television Tuesday. In Brussels, EU Transport Commissioner Antonio Tajani said the airline had previously met EU safety checks and was not on the bloc's blacklist. But he said a full investigation was now being started amid questions why passengers were put on another jet in the Yemeni capital of San'a. An Airbus statement said the plane that crashed went into service 19 years ago, in 1990, and had accumulated 51,900 flight hours. It has been operated by Yemenia since 1999. Airbus said it was sending a team of specialists to the Comoros. The A310-300 is a twin-engine widebody jet that can seat up to 220 passengers. There are 214 A310s in service worldwide with 41 operators. A crisis center was set up at Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris. Many passengers were from the French city of Marseille, home to around 80,000 immigrant Comorans, more even than Comoros' capital of Moroni. Some French Comorans insisted that their earlier warnings about the airline's safety weren't heeded by authorities. Stephane Salord, the Comoros' honorary consul in Marseille, called Yemenia's aircraft "flying cattle trucks." "This A310 is a plane that has posed problems for a long time, it is absolutely inadmissible that this airline Yemenia played with the lives of its passengers this way," he said. "Some people stand the whole way to Moroni," said Mohamed Ali, a Comoran who went to Yemenia's headquarters in Paris to try to get more information. Thoue Djoumbe, a 28-year-old woman who lives in the French town of Fontainebleau, said she and others had complained about the airline for years. "It's a lottery when you travel to Comoros," said Djoumbe. "We've organized boycotts, we've told the Comoran community not to fly on Yemenia airways because they make a lot of money off of us and meanwhile the conditions on the planes are disastrous." Christophe Prazuck, French military spokesman, said a patrol boat and reconnaissance ship were being sent to the crash site as well a military transport plane. The French were sending divers as well as medical personnel, he said. French President Nicolas Sarkozy "expressed his deep emotion" about the crash and asked the French military to help in the rescue operation, particularly from the French islands of Mayotte and Reunion. Yemenia airline officials say the 11-member crew was made up of six Yemenis, including the pilot, two Moroccans, one Indonesian, one Ethiopian and 1 Filipino. They spoke on condition of anonymity because they were not authorized to speak to the media. ___ Al-Haj contributed to this report from San'a, Yemen. Associated Press writers Deborah Seward, Angela Charlton and Greg Keller in Paris, Sarah El Deeb in Cairo and Yoann Guilloux in Saint-Denis de la Reunion, Reunion Island, contributed to this report. http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090630/ap_on_re_mi_ea/ml_yemen_plane_crash
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By TOM MALITI and AHMED AL-HAJ, Associated Press Writers MORONI, Comoros – A Yemeni jetliner carrying 153 people crashed into the Indian Ocean as it came in for a landing during howling winds on the island nation of Comoros. There were conflicting reports about whether a child survived. The crash came two years after aviation officials reported faults with the plane, an Airbus 310 flying the last leg of a journey from Paris and Marseille to Comoros, with a stop in Yemen to change planes. Most of the passengers were from Comoros, a former French colony. Sixty-six on board were French nationals. Comoran and Yemeni officials said Tuesday that either a 14-year-old girl or a 5-year-old boy had survived. However, neither report could be immediately verified, nor could earlier reports that three bodies and some plane wreckage had been recovered. Yemeni civil aviation deputy chief Mohammed Abdul Qader said the flight data recorder had not been found and it was too early to speculate on the cause of the crash. But, he said, the wind was 40 miles per hour (61 kph) as the plane was landing in the middle of the night. "The weather was very bad," he said, adding the windy conditions were hampering rescue efforts. The Yemenia plane was the second Airbus to crash into the sea this month. An Air France Airbus A330-200 crashed into the Atlantic Ocean on June 1, killing all 228 people on board, as it flew from Rio de Janeiro to Paris. The Comoros is an archipelago of three main islands situated 1,800 miles (2,900 kilometers) south of Yemen, between Africa's southeastern coast and the island of Madagascar. It is a former French colony of 700,000 people. In France, school vacations began this week and many on the plane were heading home to visit. Gen. Bruno de Bourdoncle de Saint-Salvy, the senior commander for French forces in the southern Indian Ocean, said the Airbus 310 crashed in deep waters about 9 miles (14.5 kilometers) north of the Comoran coast and 21 miles (34 kilometers) from the Moroni airport. French aviation inspectors found a "number of faults" during a 2007 inspection of the plane that went down, French Transport Minister Dominique Bussereau said on i-Tele television Tuesday. In Brussels, EU Transport Commissioner Antonio Tajani said the airline had previously met EU safety checks and was not on the bloc's blacklist. But he said a full investigation was now being started amid questions why passengers were put on another jet in the Yemeni capital of San'a. An Airbus statement said the plane that crashed went into service 19 years ago, in 1990, and had accumulated 51,900 flight hours. It has been operated by Yemenia since 1999. Airbus said it was sending a team of specialists to the Comoros. The A310-300 is a twin-engine widebody jet that can seat up to 220 passengers. There are 214 A310s in service worldwide with 41 operators. A crisis center was set up at Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris. Many passengers were from the French city of Marseille, home to around 80,000 immigrant Comorans, more even than Comoros' capital of Moroni. Some French Comorans insisted that their earlier warnings about the airline's safety weren't heeded by authorities. Stephane Salord, the Comoros' honorary consul in Marseille, called Yemenia's aircraft "flying cattle trucks." "This A310 is a plane that has posed problems for a long time, it is absolutely inadmissible that this airline Yemenia played with the lives of its passengers this way," he said. "Some people stand the whole way to Moroni," said Mohamed Ali, a Comoran who went to Yemenia's headquarters in Paris to try to get more information. Thoue Djoumbe, a 28-year-old woman who lives in the French town of Fontainebleau, said she and others had complained about the airline for years. "It's a lottery when you travel to Comoros," said Djoumbe. "We've organized boycotts, we've told the Comoran community not to fly on Yemenia airways because they make a lot of money off of us and meanwhile the conditions on the planes are disastrous." Christophe Prazuck, French military spokesman, said a patrol boat and reconnaissance ship were being sent to the crash site as well a military transport plane. The French were sending divers as well as medical personnel, he said. French President Nicolas Sarkozy "expressed his deep emotion" about the crash and asked the French military to help in the rescue operation, particularly from the French islands of Mayotte and Reunion. Yemenia airline officials say the 11-member crew was made up of six Yemenis, including the pilot, two Moroccans, one Indonesian, one Ethiopian and 1 Filipino. They spoke on condition of anonymity because they were not authorized to speak to the media. ___ Al-Haj contributed to this report from San'a, Yemen. Associated Press writers Deborah Seward, Angela Charlton and Greg Keller in Paris, Sarah El Deeb in Cairo and Yoann Guilloux in Saint-Denis de la Reunion, Reunion Island, contributed to this report. http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090630/ap_on_re_mi_ea/ml_yemen_plane_crash
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for nine month she had him in her belly she sang at every corner of her room for the joy of the seed in her Tommy oh! it could be a handsome groom she imagined n prayed he could grew up to rule the world she uttered as she sang worship song to God alone for the seed in her womb alone. at the time of life she conceived him her dream had come true it seems for a baby boy was born song from women almost expose her room to sun their dance almost cause the room to quake her husband had no sorrow to bake for a baby boy is born with a prideful countenance he declares; come behold my son night after night day after day her seed was becoming a beautiful tree so beautiful n evergreen like it is planted behind a sea he was the talk of town he was fondly called the family crown why are the mighty fallen n our heart swollen like a candle that burns till it fades so the days of men vanishes away my precious egg is fallen before my very eyes let me die for the pain i carry is not my size behold they that rejoice with me are coming to mourn with me i must die with him perhaps in the world beyond i can console him for his dreams that he never live to actualize oh God! why ? she cried
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i like to be part of it , but i am just to far from you - now in Niger state |
rossyluv:i dont understand this post @ poster pls more light |
origina9ja:moti-gbo, abi |
I laid the foundation you needed to grow I established the path you needed to follow I built the institution where u obtain your school of thought all your early life crises i stood and fought I got all my neighbourhood candles burnt so i can have u smile but now that you have gotten all you wanted you cant even recall my name if your memory is quick and if you care to think then you may recall how i crucified my freedom to save u from prison I broke protocols to have u smile but now that you've gotten what u wanted you can't even recall my name I have tried many times to access your number but my voice like u can't remember this tends to make me sober n wants to expose my fragile heart to danger oh! how i wearied my body in my quest to make you smile but now that you've gotten what u wanted you can't even recall my name |

