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JuicyLucy:Your opinion that the child was given some form of anesthesia will not change the facts. Remember, opinions don't change facts. |
JuicyLucy:Yeah. What certain time? How long does it take for anesthesia to wear off ? |
yinkslinks:This is laughable. |
gypsey:Lazarus was in paradise, too. But Jesus resurrected him. Why? But when Jesus heard this, He said, “This sickness is not to end in death, but for the glory of God, so that the Son of God may be glorified by it. (NASB) John 11:4 |
pressplay411:What cutting and trimming when it all happened on a live Sunday service? watch the FULL service here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6L52KgC7HQ |
SmartMugu:Did you watch the video? Nobody brought a dead person to church. The child died in church, in the miracle tent whilst the Prophet was ministering in the main hall. |
Christmas is an annual festival commemorating the birth of Jesus Christ. It makes zero sense for atheists to commemorate the birth of someone who ' doesn't exist '. And by celebrating I mean, of course, buying and receiving gifts, refusal to work, giving cards, proclaiming Christmas statement toward others such as happy Christmas which could be shunned without causing offence to others. Don't get me wrong, I am not stating that a person should do anything that offends non atheist family members or friends, like refusal to eat a Christmas dinner specifically cooked for you but rather that Christmas Day for Atheists should be seen completely as any other day of the year without acknowledgment or celebration as that is hypocrisy. |
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benzics:What tools did your ancestors use in determining the death of their loved ones back in 1906. |
paulGrundy:LOL. That's bullshiet. |
Ranchhoddas:Amusing. Why have you now decided to fall down? |
naijadeyhia:Lol, bruh. |
This seun dude is too old for this infantile shiet. |
“What does it matter?”Layla asked. “Mike is dead! He's dead and he's never coming back!” “That does not answer my question, Layla. Are you still in love with Mike?” I demanded. She shrugged and said “Fine. If you want the truth, I'll tell you the truth.” “You are a lovely man. I'm fond of you, but you don't excite me the way Mike excited me. Even in death, he still has a hold over me.” For a moment I stared at her in disbelief — Her words pierced me like a sword buried deep within me. My heart was pounding. I felt crushed, broken inside. “When you approached me, and professed your undying love for me, I was in such a bad place. I was vulnerable.” she continued. “Maybe what I needed was a friend. A shoulder to cry on, not a marriage proposal.” A sepulchral silence invaded the room. I could not believe what I was hearing. Layla tried to speak and I waved my hand in the air “I don't want to hear it.” I said. And I took my car keys and stormed out of the house. As I was driving, her painful words started replaying like a full length featured film in my head. “You don't excite me!” “Maybe what I needed was a friend!” I must be worthless, I thought to myself. My wife, Layla, whom I love with every ounce of my being chose a dead man over me. It's been a year and a half since Mike died. But still, she hasn't gotten over him. It's sad, so sad . .. unrequitted love hurts. Getting drunk seems like a good idea. |
Mimzyy:Do not wonder! Damogul was booted out of Nairaland for wondering why another member was banned! ![]() |
“What do you think you’re doing?” Layla had caught me red-handed. Her voice pierced my ears and brought me back to the present. “Who gave you permission to read my diary? Give it back to me!” And Layla grabbed the diary from me. “How could you invade my privacy like this?” Layla continued. “You’re still in love with Mike aren’t you?” I said. “I’m your husband but your diary is filled with your longing for Mike. Why did you marry me if you loved him so much?” “Mike is dead. It’s natural that I miss him,”Layla said. “Our marriage was okay before you read my diary without my permission. The diary helped me to work through my grief without burdening you with disquieting thoughts. Everyone has private thoughts they never share with anyone, and so do I. I wrote that diary months ago – and as you know, feelings change.” “I apologise for invading your privacy,” I said. “But do you still love Mike?” |
empress101:How do you think the story will end? ![]() |
Burgerlomo:South Africans don't turn people's money into newspapers using magic! This thread was also initiated in the Religion section, and people responded to Snyman's post without getting emotional. One quote " DISCLAIMER: My dear don't mind some of these Nigerians. Thats how they behave. But not everyone of us are stupid. Infact we have a handful of intelligent and rational Nigerians on this forum. Only that they are not always on Nairaland as they have more useful things. Most times it's the stewpids are first to post on nairaland. NOW TO THE POINT: Yes such magic is very real and true. I have heard many incidents from friends and news how there money, private x was stolen simply by a touching of the hands or replying to a question directed to the victim. My father was also a victim of this in Dubai. He was heading to the bank to paying in about 10,000 dirham. And then one or two Nigerians approached him suddenly and greeted him like they knew him. Just a few minutes after they were gone, my dad realise his money has flown away. He was sure that nobody could have directly taken the money because it was well fortified in his pocket. And those Nigerians were the only people he came across in his quest to send money in the bank. Also in my area, there is this dark magic they use. They set a table and start playing tennis, they call a passerby and ask him to come and settle a tennis dispute?? 1-0 OR 1-1?? If the person consents to start disputing, the person would end up playing the same game and bet all he has. His phone, money EVERYTHING. They did this to my brother's friend. Whom he borrowed N30,000. On his friend's way, he encoutered these people. He called the police and they ran away. On a good sunday, i was going to buy something, and someone called me to come. I came relunctantly and then he started doing the same thing to me. 1-0?? 1-1?? I was shocked and angry at same time. I disdained him and went my way. On my way back, i saw a well dressed young guy/victim blissful/joyful boasting and holding the tennis bat. He brought a 5.5 inch chasis phone with green frame, flashed it to them {betting} and put back in pocket. I was standing there in shock and awe opposite the road. The area boys there rushed to me and started threatening me "You no go mind your business abi? go abeg, shabi we call you, you no gree come etc etc. I picked a mild quarrel with them for not minding their own business either. As i was afar off watching. My christian sister alighted from a taxi. And i explained to her. She settled the matter. And told me she knows but that i should leave them and go my own way. Because they have many backup. The next day i told my dad's manager about it. He told me he knows about them, they are also in computer village Ikeja. His friend in the same car with us vehemently attested to it and told me to beware of them. These hoodlums are mostly Yoruba people. So hope this has clarified your question and doubt of others who think such things are non-existent because it hasnt happpened to them or have not seen it." |
This thread was instigated by damogul. Mods have no right changing the topic to something else! |
My mother knew me too well. She sensed that it hurt me to see Mike do better in the love stakes. But I could not court other girls when I loved Layla. Then came tragedy. A few weeks after paying bride price, Mike died in a car accident. I was devastated and regretted all the petty jealousies I'd entertained. The inconsolable Layla turned to me for comfort. Now, a year and a half later, as I held Layla’s diary in my hand, I wondered if I’d taken advantage of her grief and caught her on the rebound. I asked myself if I should have given her the space to grieve before I proposed. The diary entries showed a woman who felt unsure about her marriage. Flipping through the diary’s pages I got to an entry written on our honeymoon: If this is supposed to be the happiest day of my life, why am I so sad? Part of me is happy of course. Ferruccio makes me laugh and tries to make me happy, but thoughts of Mike linger like a strong perfume. I can’t shake them off. And this hotel? Why did Ferruccio choose it for our honeymoon? Doesn’t he realise this is the place where Mike and I shared our first kiss? Every corner of this hotel reminds me of Mike. His voice, his infectious laugh and his touch. I desperately miss Mike . . . I cried today, and when Ferruccio asked me what was wrong, I couldn’t tell him the truth. So I lied and said they were tears of joy . . . To be continued . .. |
And immediately I started on my Master’s degree. For a while, our friendship came under great strain because of our mothers’ competitiveness, but eventually we both managed to work around it. When Mike was dating Layla, his mother didn’t waste any time before the boasting began. “Have you ever seen such a beautiful woman such as Layla?” Mike’s mother said to my mom. “She’s so cultured. Mike found wife material. Does Ferruccio even have a girlfriend?” And from that day onwards, my mother started inviting different girls for lunch after church, hoping that I would fancy one of them. “I want you to marry a girl more beautiful than Layla,” she’d said. I stood my ground because my heart lay elsewhere. I knew that I've cooked up a heartbreak for myself by loving my best friend’s girl, but that did not quell my silent passion. “Ferruccio, you’ll find someone to love one day,” Layla said as she rested her head on Mike’s chest. The two lovebirds lay curled up on a sofa – and I felt like a third wheel. “Ferruccio wants an angel,” Mike joked. “Who knows? One might just fall from heaven right now.” They had all laughed about it and I resisted the urge to blurt out: “Layla, you’re that angel who fell from the sky and I’m in love with you. It’s just my bad luck Mike saw you first.” A few months later, Layla and Mike got engaged.“Mike and his mother aren’t wasting any time are they?” My mother commented. “And you haven’t found a suitable girl yet!” she snapped. “Mom, I’m tired of this childishness,” I complained. “I’m my own man. Please stop comparing me with Mike. He leads his life and I lead mine.” “Don’t talk like a loser,” my mother said. “Don’t you dare stop fighting.” Are you enjoying the story so far? |
I sat on the edge of the bed, wondering if I've made a big mistake by marrying my best friend’s ex-girlfriend. Mike had been my close friend ever since we were six years old. As close as brothers, we had attended the same primary and high schools. Mike, the fun and outgoing member of the partnership, was blessed with charm, brains and good looks, and grew up to be an affable young man who was a hit with pretty women. Soon Mike had started dating Layla. But the very first time I laid eyes on Layla, who was then Mike’s girlfriend, I fell for her, too. But I kept my feelings to myself. Once, when we were still in high school, my mother had said, “Mike got all A’s but you got C’s! What’s so special about Mike? I am sure you can do much better than him!” During the following school term, I studied hard as if my life depended on it and I did better than Mike! My mother took my school report and showed it to Mike’s mother, boasting, “Look what my son has accomplished. He’s more intelligent than your Mike.” And battle lines were drawn right there. A stiff competition, encouraged by our overambitious parents, developed between my friend and I, creating a rift between us. If Mike bought a new car, I was under pressure to do the same. a lawyer, Mike’s mother visited my mom and said: “Mike is now a doctor. Whenever I’m sick I’ll get free treatment. And last time I checked, doctors earn much more than lawyers . . .” As Mike and his mother left, my mother glared at me and said, “We must win this war. You should study for your Master’s degree. We can’t have people looking down on us!” |
Masikay:Those dolls are the same. Same as a White Samsung S7 costing R13 000, and a black Samsung S7 costing R6 000 . Those dolls are accurate replicas of babies. So, they're inadvertently saying a black child is worth R100 whilst a white child is worth R150. |
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I found my wife’s diary on the dressing table in our bedroom. As a lawyer, I had woken up late, after spending half the night pushing through an urgent application to a grumpy judge on behalf of a company I represented. My wife, Layla, kept a diary which she locked away, safe from my prying eyes. But today, late for work and in a hurry, she’d forgotten to put it away. Scratching my head, I looked at the diary on the dressing table, wondering if I should open it, thinking: why is she so secretive about it? I hoped she wasn’t keeping something from me. I picked up the leather-bound journal and caught a waft of Layla's perfume. Newly-weds are not supposed to keep secrets from each other, I thought. Open it! A voice in my head commanded me. You’d be a fool to put it back without reading it. As I opened the diary and my gaze fell on my wife’s spidery handwriting, my heart thudded. My palms sweated with anticipation. For once, I would explore Layla’s mind without her permission. I felt guilty about invading my wife’s privacy, but the urge to snoop was too strong. I’d reached the point of no return. I opened the first page, written a few weeks before our wedding. It began: I have doubts about this relationship. Not sure why I find it difficult to warm to Ferruccio the way I warmed to Mike. I miss him so much . . . Layla’s words tore through me. So, this is how my wife, whom I love very much, felt about me ![]() She had lingering doubts about me! Was she still in love with Mike? These thoughts hurt me badly. For the first time, I realised my marriage was on shaky ground. To be continued… |
monlawal:That is a very poor argument. I'm surprised people liked your comment, even. |
People are too emotional over here. |
fineboynl:And now? Do you expect the mods to remove this guy's personal experience because it offends you? |
LOL! |
VickyRotex:LOL! |
. spiderman, batman, hulk are all true since i've watched the videos?.
