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ozodigboo:Later he go come dey go street they play with small kids to show he is nice. |
Eureka123:Yep. And we've surpassed Ronaldo as the top goal scorer for now. But I fear that dude,,, this aint la liga I don't think he can score two against Juventus. He won't even score any I pray. |
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh(I wish someebody understands that; it is the barca theme song) #ThereWillBeHaterz Messi is a magician how? He turned boateng to a log in seconds with a move. |
Eureka123:Home. |
Donmarshal11:I ran round the house(in) infront of my parents chanting "we we we we..." Came back to the parlour sat down and finished it "the best"........ I was telling eureka123 about that inner joy yesterday |
When Messi turn wood logger o boateng is not a tree but human..... Talk about a replay of the falling of Jericho's wall ![]() |
Messi Magic!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
Eureka123:Nah. You can't find a place to watch?? Or what's up |
Goodnuel:You no get ear!! |
Suarez!!!!! Ye!!!!! He has killed me!!!! |
Things are rough. Whaat's up barca. Eureka123 |
This match won't be dull. |
plaetton:It is an actual confession. Read through. I gt the sarcasm you must be a roman catholic and if you don't know what this post aims at then you are a dull roman catholic(being a catholic is dull already, so you are just... Lmfao!!! ) } |
ikp4succes:Ha! eyah.... Se you go come make we visit one babalawo's place so you'll scatter his shrine and spit on his face while you leave your name and mother's abeg ...... I'll be. Waiting a safe distance though. Se you go gree go?? |
ikp4succes:Do you believe that witches(Nigerian o) have power? One sided view kasa! you only view things physically and forget spiritually. When your smart solutions fail nko.Answer my question though. |
Some people are so naïve... When will Nigerians learn that salvation is a personal thing and that you can and should pray for yourselves but no they won't because they want to engage in worldly things and worship God at the same time........ Good for the fellow. |
ikp4succes:Buroda the greeks who are devout followers of God have zeus, poseidon and all their cock and bull scfi enriching stories don't they?? Every culture has its rubbish story. They used to be idol worshippers you know. |
bolaino:First, saying yeshua is Jesus is not wrong. When yeshua is spelt in english it becomes 'joshua' but when yeshua is spelt in greek it is "Iēsous" now when "Iēsous" is spelt in english it is Jesus. Research well. 2. He was not a christian, he was the CHRIST(anointed one) his followers were called 'christians'(followers of the anointed one) at Antioch. P.S they didn't even call themselves christians. 3. Jesus didn't destroy the temple! He went and chased out people selling in the temple. And if temples aren't built how will people worship.(You people just say the darndiest truth to satisfy your ego. 4. Pastor Ayo didn't use his plane for laundering and weapons. His plane was released for commercial purpose by him to a pilot to generate income for CAN since a lot of churches doont pay their dues. It is the pilot or agency rather that used his plane for that purpose maybe to rubbish him and let people like you slander him. It is like you giving a bus to a driver asking him to deliver an amount while you work something else, be realistic and sensible please and answer if you will have time to check everything he does with your vehicle. |
bolaino:Great write-up but you messed up by saying "christianity". Is it because the alfa clerics. Do theirs secretly? Go and investigate how alhajis make money maybe you'll understand. I'm not advocating for either of the two am trying to explain how it is 'some pastors' that are hiding under Christianity to steal and defraud. Should we say democracy is a fraud because Nigerian leaders have constantly suck the nation dry?? What about your tribalistic Buhari?? |
A NUN’S TESTIMONY ( Sister Charoltte Keckler ) by Sister Charlotte Keckler I was reared in a devout Roman Catholic home and, although our home contained many religious items, we never had a Bible there. Consequently, I never heard of God’s wonderful plan of salvation by faith in the Lord Jesus. No one ever explained to me that I only had to invite Him into my heart and ask Him to save me from all my sins to be born again (Revelation 3:20). Instead, I only knew what I was taught in the catechisms and in the institution which we attended faithfully. I had a deep love and devotion to the God I did not really know personally and I yearned to give my life to Him completely. According to the teaching I received, the way to do this was to become a nun and enter a convent. My parish priest pressed this idea on me as did the nuns who taught in my parochial school. How well I remember the day two nuns from my school accompanied me home. The parish priest joined them there for a conference with my father and mother. In my family, children did not interrupt grown-ups but asked to speak. When given permission I told my father simply, “Dad, I want to go into the convent.” Both parents wept for joy at this because they had been thoroughly indoctrinated to believe that to give a child to the convent in this matter was a great service to God. They were thrilled that one of their girls had decided to give her life to the convent in order to pray for lost humanity. It was all so exciting and religious, and none of us had any idea what was involved or implied in all this. Tragically, both my parents and I had been cleverly manipulated by carefully trained recruiters, representatives of the Roman Catholic system, whom we trusted. Not for one moment did we suspect the deception, lies and horror which lay behind the convent doors. We believed what we had been taught. Like sheep we were led to the slaughter, totally unaware of the fate planned for us. Twelve months went by and the year 1910 came, when I was to leave home. My mother and I busied ourselves with preparations. The priest said that they had no place for me near home; therefore, my parents had to take me a thousand miles crosscountry to enter me in the convent boarding school. I was then three months from my thirteenth birthday, an immature child, being snatched from my parents at a critical time in my growing up. Never had I been away from my parents, not even overnight. When they left after staying with me for three days, I was smitten with an aching loneliness and homesickness. In all of the planning for the move, I didn’t really realize that I was going to be separated from my parents, never to see them again. I was miserable and unhappy. Catholic priests select children at the confessional box and begin to plant the seed to steer them into the convents and the priesthood. Even when I was seven, I would go immediately to the statue of the Virgin Mary when I entered the church to pray, believing she would help me to make a good confession. My childish heart was very honest and the priest always heavily emphasized the absolute necessity of making a good confession. We could keep back nothing if we expected absolution from our sins. I entered what was classified as a sister of the open order, until I took my white veil at the age of sixteen and one half. Everything was beautiful, and I had no fears or doubts in my mind. The things I was taught were in line with what I had been told earlier before entering the convent. There was no reason to suspect that there were vast areas which were hidden and had been deliberately misrepresented. Shortly after arrival at the convent, I resumed my schooling. I had just graduated from eighth grade and they had promised me a high school education plus college. Actually, I got little beyond the high school level, other than some nurse’s training. The schooling I received was under duress and terrible difficulties. Following this, I was pushed into the crucial training required of all noviates entering the convent. Six months before I was fourteen, the Mother Superior began to urge me to take the white veil. She made it all sound so glamorous, romantic and fascinating. I would take the white veil, dressed in a beautiful white wedding dress. An actual marriage ceremony would follow and I would receive a ring and become the spouse or bride of Christ. It was not difficult for an impressionable teenager to be swayed into eager agreement. Mother Superior then wrote my father to tell him how much money he must send to pay for my wedding dress. Because he was wealthy, it was a sizeable amount. I learned later that it was customary to demand three to five times the cost of the dress. The nuns bought the material and made the dress so that the actual cost was small and the rest of the money could be pocketed. No opportunity was overlooked to milk funds from the faithful. I was always devout and often walked the fourteen stations of the cross, but after deciding to take the white veil, my fervency increased. In my anxiety to be holy enough to be worthy to become the bride of Christ, I began to crawl the stations of the cross each Friday. Surely this would draw me closer to God and prepare me to take the step I planned. My heart was bursting with idealistic devotion and love toward the false goals I had been taught would please and honor God in my life. Hundreds of innocent girls go down this trail into the maw of the convents annually, starry eyed and desiring to give their hearts, minds and souls in unselfish service, praying for lost humanity. With the wedding ceremony behind them, nuns are treated as married woman. We were taught that our family would be saved if we continued to live in the convent, serving the Roman Catholic system. A child’s concern for family members, especially erring ones, is often manipulated by the father confessor to convince him/her to go into religious vocations. As a child, I looked on my father confessor as God and others with whom I have talked did the same thing. This gives his insinuations and suggestions tremendous power and influence. I thought of him as being holy and infallible, totally incapable of lying. After I took the white veil, everything continued, rosy, religious and beautiful. Everyone was good to me and I lived in the open order convent I saw nothing to lead me to believe it would not continue this way. No girl is subject to the priest until she is twenty-one, but I knew nothing of this for all was carefully hidden and covered. There was no clue to cause one to guess what lay behind the black veil and those double locked doors of the closed, cloistered convent. Up until I took the black veil I was allowed to receive one letter per month from my family and was permitted to write one to them from the convent. When I wrote I knew that much of it would be censored and marked out by the Mother Superior who read all incoming and outgoing mail. My letters from home were always so marked out until virtually nothing was left to read. I used to weep over all those inked out sections, wondering and worrying over what my mother had been trying to tell me, but there was no way I could ever know. No one imprisoned behind those walls ever comes out to tell the awful story. Priests will glibly pooh, pooh the idea that there is anything amiss. They will tell you that in this country and elsewhere sisters can walk out of the convents anytime they please. That is a lie! I was shut up for twenty-two years and tried everything to escape. I even carried tablespoons to the dungeons and desperately dug in their dirt floors attempting to find a way out. Why a tablespoon? All the other tools were locked up or carefully supervised. They were used to dig the tunnels and underground chambers. Convents are constructed like prisons to thwart the escape of the nuns. As I approached eighteen, Mother Superior began to work on me again. Remember that these ruthless women are carefully selected and trained for their jobs. I was making my plans to come out of the convent after taking the white veil to become a nursing sister in the Roman Catholic system. However, she had noted my endurance and devotion so she called me into her office for a conference. “Charlotte,” she said, “I have been watching you. You have a strong body and the devotion to make a good nun, a cloister nun. I believe you are the type who would be willing to give up home and everything you love in the world to hide yourself away behind convent doors. I believe that you would be willing to sacrifice and live in crucial poverty in order to be able to pray for lost humanity. You would have to be willing to suffer in order to achieve this.” We were constantly taught that living loved ones as well as those already in purgatory would be delivered sooner by the nun’s suffering here. Mother Superior had observed that I was willing to suffer without murmuring or complaining, therefore she broached the idea of my taking the black veil. Of course I had no idea what the cloistered nuns did or how they lived so she began to tell me about the cloisters. Mother Superior told me that in the cloisters, I would have to shed my own blood as Jesus did on Calvary. I would have to be willing to endure heavy penances and live in crucial poverty the rest of my life. Already I was living in poverty, but if this would make me holier, draw me closer to God and a better nun, I thought it would be worth it to accept this crucial poverty, whatever it was. Two months before my twenty-first birthday I was summoned into Mother Superior’s office and papers were shown to me in which I would sign away any and all inheritance I would ever have to the Roman Catholic system. Priests work hard to entice girls from wealthy families into the convents, for the system is enriched by their inheritances. I told her I needed some more time to think about it. For two years I seriously considered it. If I took my perpetual vows it would mean going behind closed doors in a cloistered convent, and there all my life would belong to God. It would be one of study, devotion, meditation and prayer; however I would be able to win many more souls to God because I would have more time to pray. I believed and accepted all that she said and one day informed her that I had decided to go into cloister. To begin, I would be required to lie for nine hours in a casket, dying to the world. Never again would I see my people or return home, for I would be bound by the cloister’s convent. This was a tremendous price for a twenty-one year old girl to pay, to give up all that she loved and held dear in the world, but this had to be done in order to win souls to God. I was dressed in a dark red velvet funeral shroud for this wedding ceremony which was performed by the bishop. Both the dress and coffin had been made by the nuns in the cloister. I knew that when I came out of that coffin, I would never see or hear from my family again; never leave the convent; and would be buried there when I died. I walked to the casket, climbed in and stretched out. Two little nuns came and covered the entire casket with heavy black draperies which reeked of incense. I thought I would surely suffocate. On one side of the room were the usual statues and on the other, Mother Superior, the nuns and priests were seated. For the nine long hours I lay in the coffin they kept vigil and chanted constantly. The one purpose of being in the coffin was to learn to hate my mother, father and all other earthly ties–all for the love of God. I must forget them, hate them, crowd them completely from my heart, mind and life. All this was to enable me to be a better wife to God. Lying there, I reminisced about my childhood at home. I remembered the dresses my mother had made for me, but I would never again wear one. I thought of delicious meals, warm beds, and all of the rich and full family life I had had. Of course I wept bitterly and sobbed as my heart ached for those loved ones I would never see again. It was an agonizing experience and I think I loved them more than I ever had before. Continue here NL said "post too long" www.biblebelievers.org.au/nun.htm
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ikp4succes:The bible is an archaeological book of things that happened in the past........... Unlike poles attract. A pin plug fits in a socket. A sausage roll fits in a donut. A dick for a pus***sy. women have womb men don't and sex is basically for pro-creation. |
Ezedon:Ikp4success you believe in witches abeg? |
ikp4succes:Abeg if you don study the world well you will notice some things relate abstractly too. Oya take for instance(can't remember any vivid example now why does every male mammal spunk like we do. Why are female animals not sleeping with themselves. I made the 'some things relate' statement to be able to give this "like poles repel" the arse is for pooing according to science, the vagiiii*iiina was made to be penetrated according to science.... Once again I ask who be the mumu....... And why can't he quote the bible. The first world have lost touch with the roots(I believe it is a glitch in the programming or better a behaviour of created things to tend to act on their own I've studied even gui buttons to prove this..... And heretically I think God is the cause or he made it like that....lord forgive me), the bible, christianity is not *religion* lemme explain before u bite me !! It is just there to guide you to your path it does not make you its servant no, in no be muhame..... It is there to help us remember our creator so we won't go astray. It is there see what the world is turning into if it isn't there imagine what we would be. It is like the manual to guard you on earth when you come but we have gotten so entangled with vanity that we con forget our ROOT..... Maybe if you hear my own version of creation you go understand though I'm havingg problems perfecting it. |
ikp4succes:Abeg no mind the essay just read better you might learn. I don know say that na the wahala. You don go there don read or hear things and with the mind set that africans are primitive(which we are not! Infact we are the sanest humans earth can offer right now! They call us primitive because we don't believe women shld sleep with women or that men should change to women abeg who sounds dumb among them and us?!) You con think say "eh! I must rise above africans in thinking. I have heard white people and I know better!(meanwhile the same thing still continues! The white people are still showing you they own you and the 'rise above the african sense and be SMART' thing you got going on proves it. How? White people told you there is God right? Well now they are telling you there is none! White is truly the higher race{for now though!})LOL! see the way dem just they play us! Telling us there is God(truth) and then telling you there is none so women can sleep with women, men can do men, they can have nothing pricking them not to do weed and sleep around....... Atheists say you don't need the bible to know sth is wrong, plot twist they don't to know "selfish interest!" Is! |
ikp4succes:Christian atheist too am sure..... I'm yet to find a muslim atheist. They dare not since they will be killed for being apostates but hey! why not step on the one who says he is your heavenly father and offers to guard and guide you.... Don't worry we will learn ![]() You will soon learn ![]() Go read up on smart profs that were and saw the light. |
Damn funny.
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ikp4succes:Lemme guess another atheist??(Profile) |
TrishaP:This reply is not plausible, a girl's house is not supposed to be like this tf?! Guys are instinctively regarded as rough and unkempt. |
mamagee3:I wanted to insult you then I saw your moniker and sex. Sorry mummy wa people that park the bus counter attack not people who buses are parked for. |
Eureka123:Messi inspires me to get out and make a living, he inspires me to read he gives me that inner strength, that inner joy. I just love him....... I could go gay for him. just kidding I love p**sy too much(sorry for being explicit) I'll holla you tomorrow and arsenal vs man-u and the FA Final |
Eureka123:There. Is a reason why it is BArca----- (B)arcelona(A)rsenalca He made Ronaldo. Ronaldo made him a milestone and ground every muscle in him to level up. #RespectRonaldo |
Eureka123:AFC- arsenal?!!!! Yes the complete chick!! #weLoveMessi |
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