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 Christianity Etc › Re: Nigerians, What Is God Doing About Our Current Problems by dorox(m): 8:40am On Apr 07, 2016 |
Joshthefirst:You got me too. I guess it is difficult to see the sarcasm in a statement that is true. |
| Christianity Etc › Re: Is It Wrong For Pastor To Buy Fuel From Black Market ? by dorox(m): 2:00pm On Apr 03, 2016 |
ademoladeji:I have not lied, Pastor Chris and Daddy G.O Adeboye on numerous occasions have made the claim that they drove their car on faith without fuel. |
| Christianity Etc › Re: Is It Wrong For Pastor To Buy Fuel From Black Market ? by dorox(m): 1:45pm On Apr 03, 2016 |
ademoladeji:Pastor Chris and Daddy G.O Adeboye used their faith to drive for hundreds of miles on Holy Spirit instead of buying from the black market. |
| Science/Technology › Re: The World's Smallest Generator by dorox(m): 12:48pm On Apr 03, 2016 |
Leopantro:A generator and an alternator are practically the same thing except for one technical difference that have no bearing on the point I made, moreover I am quite certain the device on display is an alternator. |
| Christianity Etc › Re: Is It Wrong For Pastor To Buy Fuel From Black Market ? by dorox(m): 12:15pm On Apr 03, 2016 |
Iamsynord:The person he was with that you did not notice perhaps. |
| Science/Technology › Re: The World's Smallest Generator by dorox(m): 12:10pm On Apr 03, 2016 |
sukkot:The alternator gets it's power from the engine just like your petrol generator and not from the battery that it charges. But your setup is different in one very important way, it is a closed loop isolated system where the battery powers the alternator which in turn powers a load as well as charging the battery.That my friend is what is called a perpetual motion engine, it cannot work due to the laws of thermodynamics. |
| Science/Technology › Re: The World's Smallest Generator by dorox(m): 11:50am On Apr 03, 2016 |
Leopantro:This is by no means the world's smallest alternator .You should stop making baseless claims out of ignorance. |
| Science/Technology › Re: The World's Smallest Generator by dorox(m): 11:40am On Apr 03, 2016 |
sukkot:In what way is it similar to the wiring of a car? |
| Christianity Etc › Re: Is It Wrong For Pastor To Buy Fuel From Black Market ? by dorox(m): 11:21am On Apr 03, 2016 |
The pastor should have applied the same faith that enabled Pastor Chris and Daddy G.O Adeboye to drive their cars without fuel instead of encouraging the evil of black market  . |
| Christianity Etc › Re: What Are The Bizarre Things You've Seen/heard People Do In The Name Of Religion by dorox(m): 11:13am On Apr 03, 2016 |
Blowing in oneself up in the name of jihad is the most bizarre and irrational thing some people do in the name of religion. Giving a tenth of one's meagre income to an over fed pastor comes a very distant second. |
| Science/Technology › Re: The World's Smallest Generator by dorox(m): 11:07am On Apr 03, 2016 |
sukkot:No machine is 100% efficient, so between the the power draw of any device connected to the generator and energy loss from the inefficiency of your battery - motor- alternator set up you will have a net power drain. That is why it has not been possible to make a perpetual motion macnine. |
| Romance › Re: My Experience With A Cute Lady In The Bank by dorox(m): 10:10am On Mar 22, 2016 |
Assuming this story is true, I would say that the op response to the lady was immature, mean spirited and ungentlemanly. Our first reaction to the failings of other people, especially those whose condition we know nothing about should never be one of ridicule and contempt, rather we should learn to be compasionate and understanding in our dealings with others. For all you know it is quite possible that she is suffering from dyslexia ( a condition that makes it difficult to read and write) which would make you one mean SOB for rediculing someone that is try to manage a mental handicap. Or perhaps she did not have a formal education as you assumed, then she should be praised for being able to present herself in a way that commands respect as opposed to a lowly pepper seller at Oshodi market. |
| Car Talk › Re: Trailer Crushes Tricycle Passenger In Lagos (photo) by dorox(m): 10:44pm On Mar 21, 2016 |
mayorkyzo:You may think that you are a christian but your selfish and self centered prayer just shows that you cannot be a christian. A christian's first thought would have gone to the victims of the accident and prayed that God should give their relative the strength to bear the loss of their loved one. |
| Science/Technology › Re: New Satelite And Rover (exomars) Launches To Mars (photos) by dorox(m): 10:12pm On Mar 19, 2016 |
johnydon22:The duration is also dependent upon the the relative position of the earth and mars. |
| Christianity Etc › Re: How Many Times Do They Collect Offerings In Your Place Of Worship? by dorox(m): 10:34am On Mar 13, 2016 |
ify2016:I don't get the quote in bold, if the second offering is for church project while the first is for God, doesn't that make your pastor God? 1 Like |
| Science/Technology › Re: 200 Proofs! Earth Is Not A Spinning Ball. by dorox(m): 10:40am On Mar 02, 2016 |
Dawdy:You are proof of the fact that a stark illiterate reasons better than an educated olodo. |
| Christianity Etc › Re: Pastor Impregnates Two Sisters In Lagos (pictured) by dorox(m): 1:12pm On Feb 26, 2016 |
sabdaz:The fact that negative report about islam is strictly forbidden from making Nairaland front page by the mods does not mean that it doesn't happen all the time. Islam is the only religion whose adherents are willing to kill someone who disagrees with their claim that islam is a peaceful religion. 1 Like |
| Christianity Etc › Re: 1st Miracle Of Prophet Jesus Peace Be Upon Him by dorox(m): 7:46am On Feb 19, 2016 |
nasiayam:Look at your reply to analice107 and annunaki for proof of my assertion. |
| Christianity Etc › Re: 1st Miracle Of Prophet Jesus Peace Be Upon Him by dorox(m): 10:25pm On Feb 18, 2016 |
facheux:Says the graceless man who lacks the courtesy of displaying the texts of the people he quotes that are opposed to his viewpoint. You are not alone, it appears that courtesy is not a strong suit among most of your muslim brothers in nairaland. |
| Science/Technology › Re: A 22-year-old Nigerian ‘invents’ Generator That Uses Water, Not Petrol by dorox(m): 10:05pm On Feb 18, 2016 |
Flexherbal:I am surprised at how easy it is for Nigerians to believe any claim. Looking at your profile picture, I expect you to have some knowledge of science for you to ask the very simple question: How does it work and on what principle is it based on? Only after a reasonable answer is given before you can start taking the claim seriously, otherwise you will be stupìd to praise every crackpot claim as being creative. |
| Islam › Rescuing Ex-muslims: Leaving Islam by dorox(op): 9:31pm On Feb 18, 2016 |
This is a very touching documentary about the ordeals faced by some people who decided to leave islam. I doubt if any sane person will not condemn whoever wants to force their religion on another person. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O1lnxUXWGgE 3 Likes 2 Shares |
| Literature › Re: Thighs Fell Apart by dorox(op): 9:07pm On Feb 17, 2016 |
Vivly:No offense taken my dear. |
| Literature › Re: Thighs Fell Apart by dorox(op): 9:02pm On Feb 17, 2016 |
Suigeneris93:I said most African writers are reluctant to talk about sex in there books, I did not say all of them as you seem to imply. And yes I have read a couple of Chimamanda's books, they were quite nice. There is no need for you to apologise to me for how you feel about the op, you are entitled to your opinion and I respect it. My initial reply was not made to win you over, but to assure you that I did not mean to offend the sensibility of anyone. Surely,you will agree with me that nothing will get published in this world if it must meet the taste of everyone that reads it. |
| Science/Technology › Re: (CLOSED)Unbelievable!!! A Nairalander Discovers A Law by dorox(m): 6:00pm On Feb 17, 2016 |
EBLABOR:This is the science section where people are encouraged question and subject claims and ideas to criticism. If you want cheerleaders for your absolutely ridiculous claim, then you should confine yourself to posting in the religion page where you are likely to be met by a more receptive audience. 1 Like |
| Science/Technology › Re: (CLOSED)Unbelievable!!! A Nairalander Discovers A Law by dorox(m): 5:03pm On Feb 17, 2016 |
Blakjewelry:Don't mind the op, he is only fishing for idìots. |
| Literature › Re: Not Yet Uhuru! | By James Ogunjimi |an African Story by dorox(op): 3:15pm On Feb 17, 2016 |
Alabi who had been quiet all the while lowered his gun and approached the commander. When he got to him, he dipped his hand into his pocket and brought out a sheet of paper. It was rumpled, but the words on it were clear enough. The commander tried to snatch the paper from him, but he was hit with the butt of a gun by someone standing behind him. He sank to his knees, his hands covering his face. Alabi read out the words: BRING THEM TO KALADI VILLAGE. ALL OF THEM. WE WILL ATTACK IN THE NIGHT WITH 1000 TROOPS. YOU WILL BE ARRESTED TOO BUT WILL BE GRANTED PRESIDENTIAL PARDON AND GIVEN A HIGH-RANKING GOVERNMENT POSITION. DO NOT FAIL! Abinti covered his face, whimpering like a wounded animal. He knew what fate awaited him, but it was the legacy he would leave, what he would be remembered for and as, what would be read about him years from now that scared him. He knew these men. He had led them for two years. They didn’t believe in defeat. Sometimes their courage and confidence shamed him. He wished he had enough enthusiasm, but beyond the outward show of courage and conviction about victory, he was a scared and faithless man. He had always believed that with or without him, these men would win. As he knelt there, a hundred guns pointing at him, he was convinced more than ever that these men would win without him, and he would be remembered as the sell-out, the leader that attempted to sell out his followers. “Abinti!” Alabi shouted, “It is not yet Uhuru for us. Our journey has not yet come to an end, and it won’t until we die or win. But your own journey ends today, here. Your betrayal is sad and painful, but it is appreciated. You have saved us the trouble of having to return to the trenches to fight you if you had led us to victory and taken power.” He turned to the others, “We will win! We will not fail! Tomorrow morning we march on, but first Abinti’s journey must end now. First we must drink over his corpse. And then we must remember what he was and what he did. Whoever lives among us must carry the story of his betrayal and tell it to the world. The world must know that Abinti was never a hero. He never died like one. Abinti is a traitor, he must die like one.” Gunshots rang out. Bullets struggled to dislodge each other in Abinti’s body as the guerrillas pumped him full of lead. Alabi watched them spit over Abinti’s corpse. He watched them sing that night. There was no way for them to know that he was himself a traitor too. There was no way for them to know that he had a hand in it too and that he was in fact the mastermind. There was no way for them to know that it was he that made contact with the Government forces. There was no way for them to know that it was he that wrote the note and sent it through a messenger to deliver to Abinti. There was no way for them to know that they were right where he wanted them to be, but most importantly, where the Army General commanding the Nigerian Special Forces wanted them to be. There was no way for them to know that they were never meant to go to Kaladi village. Here, surrounded by the biggest trees in Aladra, was where he wanted them to be. He watched them singing and drinking. Soon, the troops would arrive. They would kill everyone and leave just five, including him, alive. He would be captured and announced as the leader. The President would ask him to sign a deal and join him in rebuilding the nation. He would make a show of rejecting it and vow to die in jail. Eventually, he would announce that he had accepted “in the interest of peace and national unity.” But these men dancing here would never see that day. They would all die here. There will never be Uhuru for them. But they don’t know that. Tomorrow looks promised to them. But it will never come. - See more at: http://brittlepaper.com/2016/02/uhuru-james-ogunjimi#sthash.LqYqB6W2.dpuf |
| Literature › Re: Not Yet Uhuru! | By James Ogunjimi |an African Story by dorox(op): 3:14pm On Feb 17, 2016 |
But sitting on a tree stump in the jungle of Aladra, a sub-machine gun slung over his shoulder, those words mean different things to Alabi now. He heard the guerrilla leader, Commander Abinti, shout encouragements, trying to rally his fighters. They were all exhausted. They had been fighting Government forces for 2 years now and were no closer to victory than they were when they first took to the trenches. They had lost comrades, but as their reputation grew, their followers did too. Not Yet Uhuru was the only phrase that meant anything to the commander. He screamed it early in the morning, shouted it during the day and bellowed it to them before they went to bed. It was his idea of encouragement, his idea of what was needed to keep them moving. But today would not be like the other days. They were not just exhausted.There was something else. Today, the commander would cease to command them. He had betrayed them. They knew. He didn’t know they did. “Not yet Uhuru!” He shouted those words again, picking up his gun and slipping on his torn boots. “We march on onto victory! A thousand armies cannot stop us. We do not have their strength, but we have convictions. We do not have their numbers, but we have deep-rooted beliefs. We do not have as much weapons as they do, but we have dreams of what lie ahead after we win this war. Defeat is not an option. Retreat is not either. We win or we perish. There is no other way.” They watch him calmly, listening to him ramble on. Other days, they would have scrambled to their feet, answering him as he cheered them on. But today was not ‘other days,’ today is today. He continued talking: “This is just a resting place. We will keep on moving today. Our destination is Kaladi village. That is where we will stay tonight and make our fortress. We march on, onward to victory. It is not yet Uhuru!” Alabi’s eyes met the other fighters’ on hearing the name of the village. Their fears and doubts had been confirmed. The commander had indeed betrayed them. The oldest among the fighters stood up and began to walk towards the commander, his gun dangling loosely from his hands: “Yes commander, it is not yet Uhuru for us. But maybe it is for you.” With that, he cocked his gun and trained his gun on the commander. It was their cue. They all stood up with their guns drawn, advancing towards the commander, circling him like predators circle a prey. “Comrades!” The commander called, his eyes going round them in disbelief. “What is going on? Is this mutiny? Should we allow the enemy to divide our ranks? What exactly is going on? Who put you up to this? What were you promised that would make you turn your backs on everything we have fought and bled for these past years?” Aresu, a one-eyed giant who had lost his right eye in a knife fight cleared his throat, “That exactly is what we have been asking ourselves. Abinti, what were you promised? Look at me. I bled for you. I was prepared to walk into hell itself if you asked me to. Abinti, what were you promised?” “What?!” Abinti feigned surprise. “What was I promised to do what? Wait a minute, comrades, you sure are not accusing me of betrayal. That is the highest crime a guerrilla can commit, and the penalty is death. Why would I betray men that have struggled together with me? It is impossible!” - See more at: http://brittlepaper.com/2016/02/uhuru-james-ogunjimi#sthash.LqYqB6W2.dpuf |
| Literature › Not Yet Uhuru! | By James Ogunjimi |an African Story by dorox(op): 3:11pm On Feb 17, 2016 |
He first time he came across those words in a community library. Books at the library were being rearranged and those tagged ‘old’ were being discarded to make way for new ones. He had seen those words written boldly on the cover of a book sitting on the floor of the bookshelf. Like ant to sugar, he had felt drawn to the book. It wasn’t the way the book looked that drew him to it; the book was worn and dirty. It wasn’t even the name of the author; he had never heard of him. But there was something about those words that reached out to him and drew him closer. He had found himself picking up the book and staring at those three words: Not Yet Uhuru. He had clutched it to his chest, stealing glances at the words as he helped arrange books on the shelf. He would realize later that it was a book by Kenya’s first Vice-President, Oginga Odinga. He would learn later that Uhuru was a Swahili word that meant freedom. He would think of what those words meant in light of his new knowledge of what Uhuru meant. He would ask himself over and over again why people that had gained independence would be told that they were still not free. As the years went by, he came across those words again. Politicians used them in campaigns to sell their plans, telling the people that they only had an illusion of freedom, that true freedom had not yet arrived and that true freedom could only be achieved if the people followed them. He followed those words all the way through Ngugi Wa Thiong’o’s writings where Ngugi proved painstakingly, that what was obtainable was not what was struggled for—a charade and a continuation of the unfinished work of the colonialists. He would hear those words from his mother as she explained later to him that his father, after exhausting himself beating her, would slump on a chair, breathing heavily through his nostrils and mouth, snap his fingers at her and tell her, “It is not yet Uhuru for you o. Let me come back from palmy joint this evening and not meet my food, I will remind you in the only language you understand how much your people collected as bride price and how long it took me to pay back the debt incurred from trying to pay your bride price.” She would cower in fear, too ashamed to look up, too scared to remind him that he had had no job for 2 years and had not dropped a kobo for house-keeping. - See more at: http://brittlepaper.com/2016/02/uhuru-james-ogunjimi#sthash.LqYqB6W2.dpuf |
| Literature › Re: Thighs Fell Apart by dorox(op): 2:48pm On Feb 17, 2016 |
Suigeneris93:As someone who holds Chinu Achebe's Things Fall Apart as one of the greatest work of literature from Africa, I can assure you that I did not post this write-up to satirize Achebe's work or to cause offence to anyone. It was meant to highlight something which I find missing in most African fiction. Sex. You find that in our African novels the heros and villians are always motivated by a sense of duty and greed, but never love and passion. It is as if love, passion and sex is too evil to talk about. And I thought this write-up which isn't mine portrayed Okonkwo and Ekwefi as a normal young couple trying to make sense of the raging passion within them. |
| Literature › Re: Thighs Fell Apart by dorox(op): 1:52pm On Feb 17, 2016 |
| Literature › Re: Thighs Fell Apart by dorox(op): 9:49am On Feb 17, 2016 |
Disclaimer: Neither Brittle Paper nor Kiru Taye owns the two original characters featured on this story. Characters remain the property of Chinua Achebe. The image in the post is by Suresh Natarajan. See more of her work HERE. Really of cool stuff. *** Kiru Taye is the award-winning and best-selling author of His Treasure. Born in Nigeria, she currently lives in the UK with her husband and two children.She writes historical, contemporary and paranormal romance. She is a founding member of Romance Writers of West Africa and also an associate member of Romance Writers of South Africa. She is currently published by Breathless Press. - See more at: http://brittlepaper.com/2014/02/thighs-fell-kiru-taye-fall-fan-fiction-erotica#sthash.ITLbMXKv.dpuf |
| Literature › Re: Thighs Fell Apart by dorox(op): 9:47am On Feb 17, 2016 |
Uncertainty warred with her need to find fulfillment in his arms. The huskiness in his voice wrapped around her already heated body. The blunt head of his manhood nudged at her moist entrance. With one push he filled her till he could go no farther, his sacs rubbing against her buttocks. Her pulsating core clenched around him. Overwhelmed by feverish heat, she shouted his name and shattered into a thousand pieces. He muffled the sound by kissing her again. When he lifted his head, he had a boyish grin on his face. “Shout like that again and you’ll awaken everyone in the nine villages.” His teasing words reminded her of their illicit actions. Instead of being frightened and halting him, she encouraged him with her smile and body. As he withdrew slowly and drove into her, she couldn’t help the soft moans that escaped her lips. He continued the excruciatingly slow pace for a while, building her up until she started panting for release again. Moving her legs around his waist, she held on to his shoulders and tried to increase the pace. But he gripped her hips and continued his slow motion. She couldn’t even begin to compare Okonkwo with her husband, Maduka. Okonkwo’s lovemaking was set apart. Every touch, every movement of his body against hers drove her to the peak of her pleasure. Soon he was setting a fast tempo, pounding into her. The sound of their joining bodies resounding in the small room. Having learned the new rhythm, she held on to him and kept up with his pace, enjoying every smack of his body against hers. His lips melded with hers, his tongue matching his body’s actions. He moved his hand between them and touched her hooded flesh and she exploded, screaming his name into his mouth. After several more strokes, he let out a groan and spilled his seed inside her. Rolling to the side, he pulled her with him and held her close. With her head on his chest, she heard the irregular beating of his heart. “I’m going to fight Amalinze the Cat in a wrestling match.” His voice was low and deep, and she detected some emotion in there too. When she lifted her head to look at him, his eyes still shone with intensity, but there was tenderness there too. “Fight him. Are you sure? He has been undefeated for seven years.” He shrugged. “It is time for his reign to come to an end. Moreover when I beat him, my fame will grow across the villages and I can take you as my wife.” She sat up, staring at him with mouth agape. “Do not joke.” “How—how can I joke with such a thing? D—do you think I find it funny that you live with another man when you should be mine?” She knew how much he hated their situation, but it couldn’t be helped. Things could be a lot worse for both of them. “Okonkwo, we have talked about this. I cannot leave me my husband and move in with you.” “When I beat The Cat and become rich and famous, you will be unable to resist me.” His fingers caressed her face gradually melting her resolve. “I may not want to leave my husband.” She suppressed a smile as she teased him. “Then, I may have to commit murder.” There was something about the way he said it that had her looking up at him. He pushed her back on the bed and pinned her with his body. He kissed her until she was out of breath. “No other man will ever make you feel this way.” “I will beat Amalinze and you will become my wife,” he whispered huskily against her face before she drifted off to sleep. - See more at: http://brittlepaper.com/2014/02/thighs-fell-kiru-taye-fall-fan-fiction-erotica#sthash.QPMpfcm7.dpuf |
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