Impossible sanctions. Who cares about funking vaccine that neither prevent nor cure Covid 19. I will not only kill but also cut off any idiots head try forcing or sanctions me on useless water missed with quantum energy.
Impossible sanctions. Who cares about funking vaccine that neither prevent nor cure Covid 19. I will not all kill but cut off any idiots head try forcing or sanctions me on useless water missed with quantum energy.
Chukwute: Asaba Traditionalists Lay Curses On Those Sending Money From Abroad To Fuel Deadly Cult Wars (Video)
Traditionalists with blessings from the Asagba of Asaba has laid curses on notorious cultists and those suspected to be sending money from abroad to fuel deadly cult wars.
Focus Naija can report that Asaba, the delta state capital, has recently been engulfed in an unending cult war in which rival cult groups freely maimed and killed each other in broad daylight, also beheading one of their victims in the war that has lasted for several days.
The traditionalists in their numbers declared that those participating in the killing of both indigenes and strangers that are resident in Asaba will henceforth face instant death as penalty.
Not excluded from the instant death penalty are those who are aware of any plot to execute any youth in Asaba and their families.
the best thing is allowing them to fight, killing themself to their satisfactions. Nobody will ask them to renown cultist again. They will advise themself and repent with immediate alacrity.
rivcso: A 6 years old boy In Etche Rivers state cries for help as his mother places his 2 legs inside hot water wey she boil for fire for just bring donut home from a stranger. The boy dey in pains and e leg done pill finish Make we help this pikin This one na discipline or na wicked... RIVCSO is on it.....
DamnNiggar: Phone and social media has stepped things up to a whole new letter. But back then this was how love letters look like and common amongst secondary school students.
Dear Sweetie,
Time and ability plus double capacity have forced my pen to dance automatically on this benedicted sheet of paper. I hope you're swimming in the wonderful pool of Mr. Health there. I am also perambulating in the cool breeze of wellness here.
I hope you are swimming in the pool of love? If so doxology.
Sweetie pie, the reason why this miraculous thing is happening is because, honey, I love you spontaneously, and as I stand horizontally parallel to the wall and vertically perpendicular to the ground now, I only think of you, since you are a fantastic and fabulous girl, put together as fantabulous. I implore you to decipher this my anthem of love oozing out from the innermost pendulum of my thoraxial cavity.
Darling, please stop haranguing with the feelings in my heart because I love you more than a snake loves rat. To me each day I start by dreaming of you. Each time I see you, my metabolism suddenly halts and my peristalsis goes in reverse gear. My medula oblongata also ceases functioning.
Crazy, crazy, crazy you may say but this is verily veritable. If only you knew what is going on in my encephalon, you would prostrate. That's why I need to see you vis a vis soon for a better elucidation through tete a tete. No hyperbole & onomatopoeia, simple candidness.
Only you and me are protagonists in this subtle affair. As I cogitate and ruminate over the last episode, I genuflex before the Omnipotent and implore him to let this affair emulsify.
By the way, I was bamboozled, scintilated, exhilarated, and left in a state of prolonged euphoria by the contents of your missive which was quite edifying and exalting. It left my bio-chemistry in a paradise-like equilibrium.
Empirically speaking, I love you chemically... I don't ever want to see gloom and doom looming over your angelic live portrait. Let my appellation be scribbled across your heart, with indelible ink. If any boy tries to ask for your companionship, tell him that you are leased and caveated.
I think I have to pen off here, because I still haven't finished studying electrolysis polymerization. But before I evaporate, I like to revitalize your memory with those encapsulating lyrics which proclaim that your catarrh is my butter, your piss is my mimbo, the world's greatest lover is me.
Catch you later. Sleep tight and don't let those bed bugs bite you because you are too sweet for them.
Goodbye for now.
Your slave in love, your pillow, your cushion and your butter on bread!
Seyifunmi Ayotunde (Class 3B).
Only 60's, 70's and early 80's will understand. Indomie generation stay clear��♂️��♂️��♂️��♂️��♂️
you started since secondary school? Bros you corrupt since 1601.