Good one!

sisisioge:


Chai! After a decade long! I think you guys are cute .

Be warned future hubby, don't run away from me...it's just seix

That's my guy.Toni Boy!Too much talent. Toni,abeg PM your phone number.GREAT IFE!

Sharp you! Your attention to detail is top notch

greyham:


Who is Susan?

Enrol at Edubridge Academy. Check them out through google.

Ok,we don hear.

R.I.P mama!

.... I doubt the ozone layer still exists. I'm good, and you? I don miss you die

sisisioge:


hello stalker...Enjoy the Lagos sun? It's killing my colour mehn! Hope you are good.

Baaaabe! Your aproko is legendary ;DYou really need to switch to the yellow side. Everywhere you go. And yes, I'm stalking you

sisisioge:
Odikwe serious! Our husband is a military head of family! Chukwumuaya o!

sisisioge:
Awwwww...I think he absolutely loves her. That bride is ironically hot mehn! May God continue to bless love.

You and your sharp mouth(fingers) . That was a hidden insult. HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY.

sisisioge:
Are you serious sweetheart? They put you through school and are feeding/housing you now. Pls do not fail to launch...they have invested a lot on you biko. May God provide you with a good job o madam(sorry o, I meant oga, u sounded like a girl...).

About the little boy, it is his turn now.

Madam, well done oo. So this is you permanent abode now. Better bring yourself home now and come serve my eba and egusi soup

you know how we roll na . But you get bad mouth sha, you gat no chill for the guy at all.

sisisioge:
Are you serious sweetheart? They put you through school and are feeding/housing you now. Pls do not fail to launch...they have invested a lot on you biko. May God provide you with a good job o madam(sorry o, I meant oga, u sounded like a girl...).

About the little boy, it is his turn now.

Madam, well done oo. So this is you permanent abode now. Better bring yourself home now and come serve my eba and egusi soup

you know how we roll na

So, na this man marry my school senior( Hannah Mash) ? Chai, and i get crush for her those days o, even though she don flog me for coming late before. AFSS ikeja rocks.

Op, it seems you just got to that area. 11years ago, na canoe for carry you pass that road. You guys are enjoying now cos what i see in that picture na child's play compared to what i experienced some years back on that same spot

damiloladuke:
little hope.... but develop yourself psychologically and build your confidence then your communication skills and look good... u stand a chance





meanwhile if you wanna laugh tire today
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10000000likes! Honestly,it's all in the mind.

I hope all the issues are ironed out. This country needs to move forward.Baba Go slow and steady!

Blood sucking devils.

MojiDelano:
Majek Fashek: A National Tragedy By Joseph Edgar

On my way to work this morning, I spotted a loony figure. Pants sagged, dirty black underwear showing, a caftan perched precariously on his extra lean shoulders, shock of long unkempt dreadlocks cascading down his head and teeth yellowed by years of hard living and a face still surprisingly handsome despite the ravages of illicit living.

This was Majek, my hero, the one who brought down the rain. He it was who redefined Reggae and in that one album forced us to look deep into our consciousness, calling us prisoners of conscience. He it was who took that Bob Marley piece, Redemption Song into the sublime. He infused it with his pangolo rhythm and turned it into an anthem of social and spiritual awakening. Majek was a god, strong Adonis like looks, talent yet to me replicated in our clime and charisma of the gods.

This same Majek, I just saw like that in Fadeyi, begging for ogogoro becuase he did not have 100 Naira to pay for it. I stopped brought out 1,000 Naira and was immediately struck by confusion. Should I give him this money and contribute to his death or should I refuse him and watch him throw a tantrum like a disposed toddler. He saved me the dilemma as he grabbed the money from me and rushed to the ugly, black dirty merchant of death, who gleefully poured him a glass full.

Majek downed the drink and hugged me like I had just saved him from the hang mans noose. I looked deep into his eyes and saw a lost soul. He was actually begging for help, the demon inside of him peered at me from his once very beautiful eyes, daring me to do my worse. Assuring me that he had no intention of leaving this host until it finished it's dreadful task of killing him ever so slowly.

He called me a fine boy and wished he was as good looking as I was, I laughed. A laugh that was more of pity, a laugh that was laced with internal cry of pain. A pain that cascaded through every pain in my body. If only I had one tenth of this talent, I would be far from fadeyi begging for N100 worth of ogogoro.

Did we fail him as Nigerians, did we put an umbrella over the Rainmaker, did the flood of his talent wash away his life, what can be done, do we continue watch him make a mockery of a Life once blessed?

Majek in his destitution represents Nigeria. Blessed with more than enough resources., rich in human capacity, more fertile land than the whole of Asia and filled with gifted and talented people, but yet beggerly and poor. Daily our leaders go to 'jibowu' to beg poorer countries for aid, for debt forgiveness. The contradiction never leaves me. Japan with no known Natural resources is so developed that we can only look in shame.

Majek with all the talents of a thousand people, begging the woman who can't lift a finger beside him for N100, Majek being laughed at by miscreants and being mocked with so much joy by those who were not half as blessed by God.

What can I do, but to write this piece and just walk away, lest his guest demon attempt a move on my life. I saw it and felt it look into my soul and with one withered hand, offered me a shot of the Devils brew. A shot I knew would throw me into the darkest pits of Majeks torture, a shot that will take me spiraling down the tunnels of oblivion, destroying the innocent dependent lives of my children while giving Majek solace that he has finally found a room mate albeit a very reluctant and scared one.

I pray for you sir. I pray God gives you peace.

God bless you Majek.


Joseph Edgar is an investment banker who writes as a hobby. He writes from a humorous, satirical point of view. He blogs at josephedgarng..com.

http://josephedgarng..com/2015/06/marek-fashek-national-tragedy.html

Nice one Edgar!

After God na money, I swear.

Again? How many times dem go divorce sef?

Taiye sharp shooter Nice pics.

HALA MADRID!!!

Things we do for money. RIP

Chai! Na cement I dey sell,wetin I find come here?

MojiDelano:
After the news circulated about a week ago that OJB had relapsed, I called him and he refuted the claims. That call inspired the blog post Leave OJB Alone.
Further confirming his health status, a very boisterious OJB was at my office on Monday 17th May. He was very healthy and laughed off the rumours about his health. We also took pictures (as seen above) to prove once and for all that nothing is wrong with the veteran music producer. See another picture after the cut:

So to all the rumour mongers and haters, OJB is ok o. Nothing is wrong with the man o, ehnehn.

http://josephedgarng..com/2015/05/shame-on-haters-i-am-hale-and-hearty-ojb.html

Wow...this is Joseph Edgar! The most lively and interesting guy I've ever met in my life.Stanley, Karo and Edgar! Great men.

This is the perfect time for Oshiomole to tell some people to "GO AND DIE".

Chai,Great Ife I remember.Amphi go don full.

The brain....if it stops work,there's no reversal,you are dead.The brain still keeps working even when you are asleep.That's why you dream when asleep

The heart...it has been scientifically proven that the heart can stop for some seconds even minutes and you will still be alive .

The guy dey fear extradition.

Chai...Baba wan port.