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I was watching the national house of assembly debate on land yesterday n honestly i was dumbfounded with the Caliban's of leaders we posses their set up did not look like that of intellectual nor serious minded politicians but reflects an amalgamation of old school touts n comedians. The one that got me mad was when a member who was trying to define land as a place was intercepted by a fellow members voice saying ; animal places or thing (with half of the house laughing, few listening others waiting for him to finish, some babbling) something must be done urgently so we could transform this unserious minded forum to an assembly of refuge for the common Nigerian which it ought to be) |
I was born n brought up in the north, i love the hausa man very well yet i know they are Nigerians middle east we need a bush not yaradua to solve this problem. It was araba fight in Kano that initiated biafra war. even after biafra it is either kaduna, zamfara, bauchi, jos, or Kano. sometimes i am forced to believe that their is an invisible constitution that permits the northerner to commit evil n go Scot free. i must leave u guys with these words that weather yaradua do something or not injustice will never overcome justice, someday Lucifer on pa pals throne will surely be dethrone |
your friend is right about 99% nurses are flirt infact i am a beneficial but folks like u can change it if u dare |
hello mrs Immabel u can call +2348063332147 for any emergent information |
dont be decieve with women cry, it's natural with them, a woman can cry n stab a man to death yet crying, the truth of the mata is that ur woman is having a hardcore affair with one rude boy out there just make sure u start using condom on her till she confess n repent |
i dont know where u got ur philosophy of changing their language to enslave them, when u use to like igbos because they speak igbo to their children does it realy make any different now that u dont like them again becos they dont do what u like., to hell with what u like. the most importhant thing in liife is success, fufilling ur dream in life, if u need hausa language to be great go for it, if u need latin go for it. barak obama cannot speak kenyan language yet kenyans are quick in telling the world that he is their own |
why dis useless question, pls let stop fooling our self if u know any job opportunity bring it here |
old boy na so i throw away 2500 naira for nigerian army n i was not shortlisted 4 no reason because i know that i have all the criteria they demanded for now i even hear say airforce too na 2500 naira while police n navy na 1000. e go beta 4 naija o pikin dey cry say his akara small na im dey stretch hand collect more 4rm am |
how much is d pay, dis one dat u are demanding 4 too much qualification- u guys make things too difficult 4 urself in dis country |
hello juliet, how u coping without me, i know how i 've stuggle to get u off my mind all to no avail but change we all know is irresistable i bid u farewell in this adventureous world i promise to always remember your warm breath n hot kisses i would never forget 18th of setptember night, we made love like we not gonna stop till october. stay out of trouble n b a good girl |
i need a senegales for serious serious relationship |
i have a three holes leather tight on me like italian sweater whenever i got my hips turn on by the weather i remove it for whoever that could hang me over n hit on me till i fill like comma my admirers call me panta which interpretes hot pant what do u call me cos i could be ur guess tonight n pray d weather dont turn me on |
@olulu - i appreciate a million times i feel good on ur response to my vibes |
There is a garden in her face Where feelings and love grows A heavenly paradise is that place Where in all pleasant fruits do flow There seductions grow which non may buy Till it ripe Those seductions are beautiful to behold Which when her lovely laughter shows They look like honey comb filled with honey Yet neither peer nor price can buy Till it ripe The apples of her eyes like angels watch them still; Her eye lashes like well trimmed flowers Eye lid like bended bow do stand Threatening with piercing frowns To kill all that attempts the fruits in the garden With eyes or hand Till it ripe Oh! Miss Jane My hands are fertile Let them in perhaps they could hasten The maturity of this fruits of yours My wet lips ready to water your beloved garden Yet nor sermon nor sooth words can buy them Till it ripe Oh! Wretched boy I’ve waited in vain for so long N now I can’t wait Till it ripe |
I met a lady in beach full beautiful - a faery's child her hair very long n her feet were so light her lip was like a seat of seduction n her eyes were wild I made a bid for her body n heart also for her fragrant zone with zero resistance she yielded she looked at me as she made love she ghazed n sighed deep as I swimmed upon recalling my little dogs 'Bingo n Jumbo' I set her on a doggy world for sidelong would she look at me nagging her naughty head at each pounce I made singing a faery's song with ush as its rhyme she gave me the fruits in her chest so sweet they taste the one between her tighs so sweet too like the taste of an apple with legs wide spread n hands on my head she uttered in language strange 'I love you truely' at the peak of our journey she turned me round and ride on me straight to pleasure home of ectasy she wept and moan as she rode on arrival to the city of climax we got the earh quaking with release of joy from veins there I shut her wild eyes with four kisses |
Till it ripe There is a garden in her face Where feelings and love grows A heavenly paradise is that place Where in all pleasant fruits do flow There seductions grow which non may buy Till it ripe Those seductions are beautiful to behold Which when her lovely laughter shows They look like honey comb filled with honey Yet neither peer nor price can buy Till it ripe The apples of her eyes like angels watch them still; Her eye lashes like well trimmed flowers Eye lid like bended bow do stand Threatening with piercing frowns To kill all that attempts the fruits in the garden With eyes or hand Till it ripe Oh! Miss Jane My hands are fertile Let them in perhaps they could hasten The maturity of this fruits of yours My wet lips ready to water your beloved garden Yet nor sermon nor sooth words can buy them Till it ripe Oh! Wretched boy I’ve waited in vain for so long N now I can’t wait Till it ripe
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[center] Mother land Home of inspiration n power Battered by injustice Threaten by racist Yet unshaken Rejoice oh! Motherland For Against the will of your enemies You have prevailed A sheep among lions With wisdom beyond measure Clothed with rock N Crowned with sunshine Yet your beauty no mortal can match Africa! My Africa, Oh! Tis Africa Sweetest song ever sang Greatest poem ever written Land of hope n faith I will abide in your tent I will make me a couch there in For me n my mothers children So long your glory prevails I will abide Africa! Africa, Oh! Tis my Africa Sweetest song ever sang Greatest poem ever written. [/center] |
@ ruudie thanks i will b gkad if some touches are made to make the poem great. i am writing a book n this stuff is there can u help or know someone that can help |
non of the above lol? |
NIGERIA @ 47 Nigeria oh Nigeria! Sweeter memory of u I had as a child Green white green My favorite of all colors. Coat of arm My first artistry work Oh! How I tripped on hearing About your resources, Hope of Africa my mothers believe. But how true, is your claim? Land flowing with milk n honey Yet its citizens are drowning in poverty Land of millionaires’ n kings Yet beggars out-number flies Kingdom of optimist Yet rule by pessimist Behold your kings’ n queens In servants attires. Oh! Nigeria Now you are 47 Yet your destination is undefined. Your lawmakers are as confuse As your law breakers. For decades they have been Debating on clothes Yet its citizen are battered By wild wind of uncertainties In a nation flowing with vast Ocean of opportunities. Oh! Father land Do not be wroth with me For my heart, I’ve spoken Out of pain n sorrow I uttered Those words Like a child to his drunken father. Oh! ‘That you change now Then my heart, be pleased. N my child hood memory Ignite a song that I will sing On mountain top of the world; Tis’ Nigeria the hope of Africa Beautiful n pleasing Envy of the world Home of the living God Tis’ Nigeria God bless Nigeria |
Ten unit course Girl U remind me Of a ten unit course I read in school, Studying u, like flipping Through the pages of this course It was not easy I must confess. Thinking about u Like burning midnight candles With hot Nescafe and legs stuck in water To overcome the threat of this course. Your words Like the lecturer Downloading mathematical mysteries Of this ten unit course, It was a difficult moment, You, know. Approaching you Like going to write my first test Of this course With heart panting Though dangerously prepared. Your self worth, I acknowledge. Your principles n toughness All men must hail. But upon God’s altar I had vowed never to quit. For good things, I know Are not cheap. Though this course was difficult I excelled, For I got an A at last N this tells me That u will be mine Believe me. Love u. Vimcy. |
Farewell to widow Ngozi Hello my lady. It had been a nice time with you, I must confess U sweeter than honey N more precious than fine gold. Now I am leaving, Well educated In your house I had midnight classes. Though my mother fed me With her breast But I never knew how To suck life from it, Until I met you. Your kisses always trigger The power house Of my imagination Leaving my fragile heart With love songs n poems. The pool between your hips My favorite. There in, I use to swim, Swim until I empty myself in you. My lady, U thought me Some swimming techniques That can quench the desire Of any woman, This I must not forget As I leave you. I just have to leave Cos my bride will soon return N this she must not hear Lest my future be thrown away. My lady U are a goddess of love, An epitome of romance. My waist is yet to Recover from the pain It sustain in its quest to Satisfy your urge But I count it joy For I am now a learned man N fit for my wife to be I bid you farewell My lady I write you Cos I can't stand your presence Lest I collapse in thy arms again Goodbye my lady. |
Triumphant song Sweet memory; From a very far land Land of pain n faith Through the rocky road of life Walking with men n ghost at midnight In search for bread A food for my body n soul; Nobody knows what my eyes have seen. little' vim has come of age A man he must be, Need a home to call his Though situations unfriendly N his dream amidst daily crisis Oh lord' Nobody knows what my eyes have seen. Many times bewildered By uncertainties of reality Many times battered By Wirld wind of injustice Nobody knows what my eyes have seen No one to turn to Friends like foes Families like strangers Nobody knows what my eyes have seen Day by day' in quest for greatness. In the library like home Devouring pages of books For there in, lies the voice of my God Nobody knows what my eyes have seen. From the dungeon From the crooked path of the ghetto To straight n mountain top of fame From quick sand of misfortune To solid rock of fortune Nobody knows what my eyes have seen (Sing yours’ |