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Emad: hummmmmmm they will make a beautiful couple, day and night !!

Lols like light and darkness, they will give birth to sun and moon.!! Beautiful..like a story here http://umehoma.com

ikechukz: Doesn't look rich to me

RUN!!!! The devil has comeout dressed ina beautiful Suite

Capisco: Mark is very correct,in Nigeria religious issues as regards islam must not be taken lightly coz they are so quick to violence,especially doz up north.we all rememba hw small issues have caused crisis in sum northern states in d past leadin to lost of life and property.let dem have thier way as long as it does'nt impede d ryt of christians at least 4 peace to reign

Don't make me call u a fool

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joeydozzy: You gotta admit that's one sexy fish

Hahahaha dis one is strong!!!
Naija I dey hail OOhh.. Omo see cordination o. Dis 1 na story? See better stories 4 here http://umehoma.com

floridam: All for love. Love thy neighbour as yourself.

Hahaha which kind love b dat 1? Na dis kind story dey heere sef http://umehoma.com

Early marriage is no new thing from

where I come from. It’s not new to

mum, neither is it new to my elder

sister who got married at the age of
15. I grew up knowing I was going to
be the wife of Alhaji Tamuna as my

Father used me to settle the debt

he owed him. But what I didn’t know
was that I was going to get married

at the age of 13.

My Father and Alhaji Tamuna came

home that evening and told me to

prepare myself for marriage in less

than a months’ time. In as much as I
knew I was betrothed to Alhaji

Tamuna, I did not expect that they

would want me to actually get

married at such a tender age. My

chest was flat, my thoughts like an

un tapped vegetation and that was

the year I saw my first blood flow.

Finally, my worst nightmares were

actually happening. The wedding

was fixed in 2weeks time.  “don’t

worry my dear, I will take good care

of you. Anything you need I will buy

for you, and as for your flat chest,

when we get married I will pump

them out.”   Alhaji Tamuna said to

me that morning the wedding was

fixed then he burst into a hilarious

laughter.


I remember when my elder sis got

married two years ago when I was

11. She looked like the perfect bride
but in her inside she was boiling

with hatred for both our father and

her husband, but she pretended

everything was fine, just to make

our father happy, just to protect the

family name.
I was scared. So scared that late in

the night, just 3 days before my

wedding I ran out of the house. I

didn’t know where I was going to

but I concluded that anywhere away
from home was ok. As I wandered

alone late that night, the sky began

to weep so I hid myself in a closed

shop.  After about 2 hours it was

still raining and I was terribly cold

so I lay under the table and prayed

for morning to come.
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Early marriage is no new thing from

where I come from. It’s not new to mum,

neither is it new to my elder sister who

got married at the age of 15. I grew up

knowing I was going to be the wife of

Alhaji Tamuna as my Father used me to

settle the debt he owed him. But what I

didn’t know was that I was going to get

married at the age of 13.

My Father and Alhaji Tamuna came home
that evening and told me to prepare

myself for marriage in less than a

months’ time. In as much as I knew I was

betrothed to Alhaji Tamuna, I did not

expect that they would want me to

actually get married at such a tender

age. My chest was flat, my thoughts like

an un tapped vegetation and that was

the year I saw my first blood flow.


Finally, my worst nightmares were

actually happening. The wedding was

fixed in 2weeks time.  “don’t worry my

dear, I will take good...........
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NoContract: Beautiful.

the right word is WOOOOaaaWW

i hope to see the picturesin a few years time when the boi is all grown and the Dog old.
looks like a story on the short stories gallery here http://umehoma.com

lucenzo: Catholic till death do me part

Awow, I think its nice as the pope can't reach people. But the problem if it the people whoz sins re been 4given will truelly repent?
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Idowuogbo: Smh! Some mothers sure have them...

Ur mother is a she-goat

Ur sisters are Malus

Ur female relatives are donkeys!

Oya go carry stick begin beat them till death do una part. Onyeara!!!

u shld focus on the issue @ hand rather than acting childishly, this topic is serious, just like the one here http://umehoma.com

so sad, its a painful story but it does happen every where.
who will speak up? who will fight 4 them? its exactly the sort of story here http://umehoma.com

Early marriage is no new thing from.

where I come from. It’s not new to mum,

neither is it new to my elder sister who

got married at the age of 15. I grew up

knowing I was going to be the wife of

Alhaji Tamuna as my Father used me to

settle the debt he owed him. But what I

didn’t know was that I was going to get married at the age of 13.

My Father and Alhaji Tamuna came home

that evening and told me to prepare

myself for marriage in less than a

months’ time.
In as much as I knew I was betrothed to

Alhaji Tamuna, I did not expect that

they would want me to actually get

married at such a tender age. My chest was flat, my thoughts like an un tapped vegetation and that was the year I saw my first blood flow.

Finally, my worst nightmares were actually happening. The wedding was fixed in 2weeks time.  “don’t worry my dear, I will take good care of you. Anything you need I will buy for you, and as for your flat chest, when we get married I will pump them out.”   Alhaji Tamuna said to me that morning the wedding was fixed then he burst into a hilarious laughter.
I remember when my elder sis got married two years ago when I was 11. She looked like the perfect bride but in her inside she was boiling with hatred for both our father and her husband, but she pretended everything was fine, just to make our father happy, just to protect the family name.
I was scared. So scared that late in the night, just 3 days before my wedding I ran out of the house. I didn’t know where I was going to but I concluded that anywhere away from home was ok. As I wandered alone late that night, the sky began to weep so I hid myself in a closed shop.  After about 2 hours it was still raining and I was terribly cold so I lay under the table and prayed for morning to come.
I woke up around 3am by the muffled scream of a lady. I opened my eyes to take a closer look only for me to see 2 men raping a teenage girl. She was begging them but her plea fell on deaf ears as they tied her mouth and had their way with her. Even from where I hid, the view was sad. I lay still and didn’t know when I dozed off.
I woke up in the morning and knew that I couldn’t and shouldn’t spend another night on the street so after begging for transport money, I went back home.
I can never forget the day I got married; neither can I forget the look on peoples face. I stood close to Alhaji Tamuna who was over 40 years older than i and wished the ground would swallow me.
That night, I went through  hell. My husband   tried to insert his manhood into me but I refused so he tied my hands together with his belt and had his way with me. I can never forget the pain I went through, I bleed so much before he untied me and let me rest.  I shed so much tears it would be enough to fill an ocean. I couldn’t believe my mum knew about this yet she kept silent and allowed my father hand me over to this beast.      
The next few days was even worse. He locked me inside like I was some sex animal and whenever he came back my heart would shake because I knew I would be subjected to another torture.  
Many a times I had contemplated committing suicide but I don’t know why I didn’t do it because I am tired of this life, am feed up with its cruelty.  Urinating has become a major problem for me because I experience serious pains whenever I do so.  I keep wondering how I will put up with all this with the
rest of my life.
Is there anyone there who can help me? Please come and save me for I am in hell on earth. I am sure I am not the only one experiencing this, am very sure it’s happening to thousands of children out there. Who will be our voice??…..who will speak up for us??


Give them pen not penis
They need education not ejaculation
Ask her for books not boobs
                          Pay her school fees not bride price
                                                                            #ChildNotBride 

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I don’t mean to brag, but I was beautiful. I mean the type of beauty that can make a blind man see. In as much as I

tried not to be rude to men I just couldn’t help it because the torment was too much.

I don’t wear make-up, I seldom wear trousers, in fact I stopped fixing hair yet the disturbance continued. These men

just won’t let me be. My birthday was approaching and I had long concluded not to celebrate it because the last one was

bloody! The stupid men spoilt my party as the started fighting each other each claiming he is my boo.


That was the turning point, I concluded that the best remedy was to be rude to men. Since they won’t let me have my

peace them I would be rude to them. I rained insults on any man that approached me.

The new strategy kind of worked! Men began to dread me saying I was a rude witch. I felt it was better they called me

name and I have my peace than being disturbed every second of my life.

But that was when the stubborn ones, I mean the confident alpha men became a torn on my flesh. And they made me become a

jezebel because my attitude totally changed.

But there was this man, his name is Kelechi. To me, he was a stupid man because he always dressed funny and has an “Igbo

man” intonation. “oh baby, if you agree to mally me, I will give you elu igwe n’a uwa” he was fond of saying. I gave him

the highest insult yet he wouldn’t back off.

Tragedy struck on my birthday, when a woman who claimed I had snatched her husband poured acid on me.

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Lols, its funny. Sometimes I don't mind wen I see dem. Somettimes am happy wen I see them cos am guaranteed protection. But other times I fear small because u can never predict Nigerian Police.

Just like what happened here http://umehoma.com

Honestly speaking, since this rift began I hav e not really known the basis 4 their clash. What's this madness?
And Yes! A coup. Is very eminent.

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When the Alarm woke up early that morning, I was not feeling too happy. It Was not because I had a very bad dream, but because I had totally forgotten the dream.
I and my room mate stood up and began to read immediately as it was our last paper in our degree exams. After reading we prepared our selves and went to school for the exam very delighted that we were fasting on that last paper. On getting to school, we were very happy because we all knew it was a happy day and that we were all going to be graduates today!

When the paper finally came,I wrote it with smiles all over my face. But my room mate had sadness all over his face. I leaned to his desk and wispered " why are u sad, is the paper hard?" He nooded yes.I opened my work for him to copy but our invigilator collected our papers and sent us out of the hall even after we pleaded with him.

The happy day turned sour for us because even though I had finished my question, my friend had not. He was obviously angered. "Why will this have to hapen on my last paper. Is this how I will remember my last exam in school?" He said. With that, he ordered a stick of ciga from mallam musa and draged it to fuel his anger. I tried comforting him by telling him its not the end, at least he has make up to look up to but he still wasn't happy."You are saying this because you finished your paper. Mallam abeg give me bottled water." He said.

Mallam Musa handed him a bottled water labelled "DEW BOTTLED WATER" and I spoke up " I know of the mineral Mountain dew, but which one is this dew water?" I asked. "Oga I no know walahi. Na Kabiru sell am for the water for me. Him say na him brother send am from tanzania, I buy am because e dey cheap oga".

We were still having our discussion but my room mate had long consumed the whole water and poured some on his head to cool off the heat. All of a sudden, He began co cough and it got only worse. "Mallam give him water to drink please" I told Musa. Even after drinking some of the water, he was still coughing profuously. The coughing was too much that it made people turn to face us and when he began coughing out blood, he attracted the attention of a large crowd."What is the problem?" I asked obviously scared. "Am dieing" that was his last words before he collapsed on the open field.

"Did he drink that water?" A guy asked "Yes, dats the only thing he has taken all day" I replied. "Oh no! I got a broadcast message this morning warning about this contaminated water imported from Tanzania. That water has killed him" I turned and looked down at my room mate and say some blood coming out of his mouth. Imidiately I remembered my dream. This was exactly what I hadd dreamt of, and now it was hapening. Damn! Maybe if I had prayed I would have reversed the dream. Maybe if the invigilator had not sent us out of the hall He would not have drank that water and probably would still be alive to keep facing the troubles of this world.

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ufumes: This may be a form of blackmail to tanish a competing brand name. But if the information turns out to be false, then it would have given the "Dew" Bottled water a wonderful publicity

REASONING MINDS that's what u re. Kuddo's

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Nomski0: Pursue criminals o leave this kid to his toy

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It as around 11:42pm and I just finished watching a horror movie and was scared to death! With all  the courage I had I went to the kitchen to get some milk but noticed that the window was open. As I went to close it, I noticed a creature putting on black and red linen standing outside; starring at my direction. He had blood stains on his right hand and on his left was a dirty shovel.  I quickly shut the window and ran to the sitting room to continue with my movie.

In the movie, I watching the part where a monster Chopped of the head of a girl
And was drinking the blood from her heart then suddenly....NEPA took the light!! Gawd!! Every where was in total darkness! I couldn't even remember where I put my phone.  

Although every where was dark, I could still see the image of the monster from the white TV screen, only that it looked like he was pointing towards me. Like something that is being controlled, the cushion I was sitting on began to move towards the Tv.     

Every thing was happening too fast and I was so scared! Quickly, I stood up and rushed to my room but stumbled on a stool and fell. Still feeling the pain on my kneel, I stood up, rushed to my room and banged the door behind me. I lay on my bed begging sleep to take me but it wouldn't. I heard a swift noise, then my curtain began to move. I saw a shadow like creature standing behind my curtain peeping at me. It was the monster! He had come to take my soul.

I tried to run out of the room but it was like I was sinking inside my bed and I couldn't move. My room was covered in total darkness, not even a single trace of light , I was sure I was going to die that night! I could hear my heart beat...it was like the base drum of a pala-military brigade. I could feel my blood pumping through my veins and artillery, I would make a nice dinner for the monster!

The monster opened my window and stepped in. I could it clearly now. He had one eye and two horns and I saw a bat trying to fly out of his jacket, just to devour me. The monster made a signal and two other creatures stepped into the room.

 One was in the form of a Beast, and the other like a reptile. As they came toward me, with all the courage I could gather, I stood up and ran out of the room. I wanted to run out of the house, but the beast like creature was already at the door so I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knief. The first thing that entered my mind was to stab my self and end this misery, but on a second thought, I decided to fight till the death! So there I was, holding a knieve, waiting for the monster and his followers to come inside, then I began to hear heavy footsteps......Gbam!!.......Gbam!....... Closer...Gbam!....closer..... Then Nepa brought the light.......with a shock I woke up, only for me to realize I had been dreaming.....

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Originalsly: Stop seeing them as change machines...common sense should tell you why they don't give out change just like that.

see question o...ha

Every thing was hapening too fast and I was so scared! Quickly, I stood up and rushed to my room but stumbled on a stool and fell. Still feeling the pain on my kneel, I stood up, rushed to my room and banged the door behind me. I lay on my bed begging sleep to take me but it wouldn't. I heard a swift noise, then my curtain began to move. I saw a shadow like creature standing behind my curtain peeping at me. It was the monster! He had come to take my soul.
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Jeezyy: This one is strong!!!

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Every thing was hapening too fast and I was so scared! Quickly, I stood up and rushed to my room but stumbled on a stool and fell. Still feeling the pain on my kneel, I stood up, rushed to my room and banged the door behind me. I lay on my bed begging sleep to take me but it wouldn't. I heard a swift noise, then my curtain began to move. I saw a shadow like creature standing behind my curtain peeping at me. It was the monster! He had come to take my soul.
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mikeansy: Very terrible first lady, she is the worst in history

Lols

Every thing was hapening too fast and I was so scared! Quickly, I stood up and rushed to my room but stumbled on a stool and fell. Still feeling the pain on my kneel, I stood up, rushed to my room and banged the door behind me. I lay on my bed begging sleep to take me but it wouldn't. I heard a swift noise, then my curtain began to move. I saw a shadow like creature standing behind my curtain peeping at me. It was the monster! He had come to take my soul.continue @ http://umehoma.com