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 Family › Re: Me And My Children --- A Short Story! by FoxyFlow(op): 10:01am On Oct 23, 2013 |
yemi2plus: Dear Foxy,oWK... You can PM me about the things you want me to translate. The ones I can't, I will forward to my girlfriend who will be ever willing to help. |
| Family › Re: Me And My Children --- A Short Story! by FoxyFlow(op): 9:59am On Oct 23, 2013 |
This really funny incident happened when Emma was still a child. You know what they say about the faeces of children? They don't smell. Well, Emma proved everybody wrong. He really broke a record that night. "Attai, go bring me gripe water. My baby has refused to shit" My sister disturbed me watching "5 Element Ninjas". I was pissed of but you all know, you can't say nothing. "Haba, since your piikin no wan shit, na good thing na. You no go wash napkin be that" I said to her still sitting down. "I go slap your surname from your name if you no stand up there. And for your information, na baby no be pikin." She corrected me. I stood up grumbling and headed to her room. "I no see the gripe water ooo" I shouted from the room. "If you no see am, remain there." Now that was really mean of her. I started digging into all the baby materials until I found the water. I took it to the sitting room to meet the baby sucking breast. "I believe say him dey store the shit for later" I spoke my mind. "Wetin you know about children? You don born before?" My sister asked. "No. But I know say the shit wey this pikin, sorry baby, go shit later go too bad." I replied her. "Na so you ma do. In fact, your own self na so so water water shit." Jeez, my sister just finished me. I kept quiet and went back to watching the movie. Evening came and my mom came to bath the baby but the funny thing is that she decided to bath the mother first. Both women went into the bathroom while i was left to look after the child. He would look at me and smile. Now that was creepy. "huuuuunnnnn....." The air around me became still. It was like heaven and earth passed away leaving only me. I was basking in the fragrance of someone's fart. Now, I was still young and don't know that little babies fart so I did what every knowledgeable person would do. I accused the elder brother. "Joseph, why did you mess?" I mixed the English. In fact, that time I no know say fart na mess and mess na fart. "Uncle, i did not mess o. Maybe it is Emma" He replied me. "Shut up!! How can you be accusing a little baby." Emma all this while was busy laughing at me. I told Joseph a popular Igala Folklore of a woman that gave birth and was busy farting. Each time she farted, she would beat the child and say "Tarr oma, e dene hiihoo" **Tarr, pikin, stop messing". She continued making the visitors think it was the child that was farting. This went on until the child fell sick and every medicine given to the child refused to treat him. The child was at the point of death and so was taken to the shrine of a powerful native doctor. The native doctor after consulting the oracles realized the woman had been accusing the child falsely. The oracle said for the child to survive, the woman had to take a basket on her head and go round the village saying this words from house to house. "Ichi oma da hiihoo nooo, omi da hiihoo" **It wasn't the child farting, it was me** Thus the child was saved. When I finished the story, another breath taking fart ruptured the little oxygen left in the air. I looked at Joseph who stared back at me. He could not deny it. "You are still messing eh? Since you are a child, you will walk round naked in your class and they will see your pee pee. I will report to your aunty tomorrow" I said to him while he pleaded. My mum and his mum returned.The first thing my sister asked was: "Attai, you wan carry mess finish my baby eh?" Now that wasn't funny. "Na Joseph and your pikin dey mess since o" I replied. "Weey Attai, iche kema tene ke leti olofe" **Hush Attai, if you don't want to go outside** My mum scolded me so I kept quiet. "Daddy....." Joseph ran to hug his daddy. The dad lifted him up and asked him how was school and every other thing. He dropped Joseph and walked straight to the child waiting to be bathed. He picked him up and used his hand in supporting his bombom. Now, Emma had no pampers or napkin on. His clothes had been taken off by my mum. "Jesus! Emma don shit for my hand and body o" The dad screamed. The mum rushed outside but immediately ran back to the room. I ran outside the house while the father dropped the child and ran into the bathroom. It was only my mum that could stand the stench of Emma's shit. Talk about reserving his shit for later. Thus a record was broken. His dad never rushed to lift him up when he comes back from the office unless the mother assures him that the child had pampers covering his a'rsez. TO BE CONTINUED!!! |
| Literature › Re: Naija Thug Life (Foxy, Flow1759 & The Rock555 Collabo) by FoxyFlow(op): 9:06pm On Oct 22, 2013 |
.... Typing... Tomorow tinz plz.. Weak and tired tonight... Uduak, u fit help me update! |
| Literature › Re: My Complicated Love Story With My School Mum by FoxyFlow(m): 6:36pm On Oct 22, 2013 |
Wait... Make I talk my mind... I no fit read this story.. No paragraphing, nothing. The sentence ma bad.. Sorry bro.. I am unfollowing. Rock.. Give me something good to read. Sorry bro |
| Literature › Re: Naija Thug Life (Foxy, Flow1759 & The Rock555 Collabo) by FoxyFlow(op): 4:53pm On Oct 22, 2013 |
The rock5555: So now Foxy dey blame me for him ban abiSee this man.. I even carry am dey laugh self you no happy  |
| Literature › Re: Inspiring Thoughts Of Michael Ogah Aka Ankara Boi of X-Factor ( A Compendum ) by FoxyFlow(op): 4:50pm On Oct 22, 2013 |
Where are the guys men  |
| Nairaland General › Re: Is Your Nairaland Character A True Reflection Of Your Real-life Character? by FoxyFlow(m): 4:22pm On Oct 22, 2013 |
Olugbenger: Yeah...You no dey disappoint at all.That na the multiple personality on Nairaland o... Each moniker with im unique behaviour |
| Literature › Re: Inspiring Thoughts Of Michael Ogah Aka Ankara Boi of X-Factor ( A Compendum ) by FoxyFlow(op): 4:14pm On Oct 22, 2013 |
I'm sitting in the dark, thinking of that defining moment. It's never too late, I tell myself. I'm going to keep trying. Doing more songs and then hopefully an album. I'm grateful for how far I've come (I really am), and for me its never been about winning, its been more about that open door. That staircase to uplift me to where I've always wanted to go. So, Is this it? Yes, I didn't get to win but still, is this it? That open door? I HOPE IT IS. When I was I8 going on 19 I did the Peak Talent Show , when I was 22 I did the Donjazzy African Cup of Nations song contest, and now I'm 23 and I just concluded my journey on The X Factor. Perhaps its never been about winning, perhaps its always been about planting a seed as we go. Today I'm planting my seed, I realize, its all about the seeds we sow in people's lives. Like a nice compliment(and meaning it), like a word of encouragement, like a nudge in the right direction and finally like a hug to soften our aches. The journey has been amazing, and it'd go on being amazing for you all too. The world is ours to conquer, everyday is an opportunity to take a step towards our dreams. Yes, sometimes we'd stumble along the way, but we have to pick ourselves up quickly and keep on being dream chasers. So Finally, Don't dull o, grab every opportunity as it comes and be kind to everyone. You never know who's out there to help you. So start, by believing, in.... YOU. Love, Michael. @Ankaraboi |
| Literature › Re: Inspiring Thoughts Of Michael Ogah Aka Ankara Boi of X-Factor ( A Compendum ) by FoxyFlow(op): 4:13pm On Oct 22, 2013 |
"She actually vomited a cat, I swear! Right before my eyes," Aunty Ada said, panting. "Are you sure it was a cat you saw?" I emphasized with a concrete sense of snotty doubt. "Inalegwu, would I lie to you again?" She retorted. "Stop it o!" she said, keenly vexed at my particular reluctance to believe her. My heart was racing, I wanted to see this Man of God. So I sat in the congregation, this being my first time in his church. "There is a woman here," he said. "Tonight, your boyfriend would come to seduce you, he would come with an okada. If the two of you do it, you would get pregnant and your life would never remain the same," he revealed. "Run, sleep elsewhere," he said "If he comes close, you move. If he shifts again, move again". "Hmnn! Hmnnnnnnnn!" The women in the congregation chorused, folding their arms whilst seated. At this point I began shaking in my boots, at 17 perhaps he'd reveal something nasty or tragic to take place in my own future. I shouldn't have come here, I pondered. But I sat still, pretending to be at ease, when my heart at that point was at jails break. He walked very close to the roll I was sitting, closed his eyes, stretched his hands, and hovered through with his arms like he were sensing some spiritual presence were we sat. "Your name is Ojonma Odeba, you're a christian married to a muslim, you love your husband so much but your husbands people have been mal-treating you. They want him to have a second wife because you don't have a child". A wheeping lady stands up crying and full of tears and bitterness, like it felt soothing for someone other than herself to finally see all she had being going through. But this is where the church takes a dramatic turn; As her weeping turns to wailing and then "sirenous". At this point, the church is dumb founded. The women in the church go "Ehm, e don do nah, Pastor wan solve your problem you still dey cry. Mtcheeeew". Hisses at every corner slicker simultaneously amongst the women, whilst I laugh, almost cracking my ribs in amazement. "This is one of my most interesting sundays," I tell myself. "I'd love to come here again," I whisper to my Aunt. "There is a boy here, his name is Michael Ogah, you have been....." I stand up to go ease myself (i.e till the service ends). On a second thought, I don't feel like coming back here again. My spirit doesn't agree with this place anymore. N.B - it isn't fun when it's you on the hot seat. Lol. Written By, Michael Ogah @Ankaraboi. |
| Literature › Re: Inspiring Thoughts Of Michael Ogah Aka Ankara Boi of X-Factor ( A Compendum ) by FoxyFlow(op): 4:10pm On Oct 22, 2013 |
My Grandmother speaks just Idoma, with a tinge of Hausa and then pidgin. But I am almost certain she doesn't understand english. So here I am, telling my Aunt that I have a girlfriend and that my girlfriend might be pregnant (I was kidding). My Grandma who was sitting nearby, jumps on the issue, snaps her fingers, packs her wrapper and folds in between her thighs, (looking worried) and yells- " Ehen!!! Eleleleleleleleoooooooo" "Inalegwu" My Aunt says to me. "Its like Mama heard what we were discussing o" "Nge doh papa kuwo," meaning "I would tell your Father." Instantly, I get on my knees and start to beg my Grandmother, pleading with her that it was a joke. My Father is back, his car is just packed outside and the soldiers bring in his briefcase, my Grandma stares out the window, stands to her feet with a stern face as father walks in. My heart stops, I'm about to collapse when she goes "Jaji"meaning "Oga," And then she goes "Welucomu" she says smiling at her son, my father. When Father leaves the sitting room, a protruding laughter erupts from her belly. I had just being punked. Never knew this old woman understood english to this extent. She would later pay me 5k for finding her misplaced "Kerewa" Cd by Zule Zoo which I stole and hid away (pay back time). Heheheheheh. Yours Truly, Mike. |
| Literature › Re: Inspiring Thoughts Of Michael Ogah Aka Ankara Boi of X-Factor ( A Compendum ) by FoxyFlow(op): 4:10pm On Oct 22, 2013 |
When God decides to bless you, he'd separate you to cascade you immensely with all the pure and perfect gifts of life. If ever people envy, spite or jealous you in the process, hold their arms, take them to your closet, show them a shoe from way back then and simply say - YOU DON'T KNOW MY STORY, SO DON'T BE MAD AT MY GLORY. |
| Literature › Re: Inspiring Thoughts Of Michael Ogah Aka Ankara Boi of X-Factor ( A Compendum ) by FoxyFlow(op): 4:09pm On Oct 22, 2013 |
I hate the good in me It makes me childish you see They say i wasn't made for tv They won't let me be me I sing good, I'm not crude But they say crude is the new mood That its commercial, that It would sell Free me please, I bring a new vibe, a new sound, a school bell You hate my sheepish smile, you say its geeky I say stick a stick in your anus, and buy a twinky Now I sound cocky, and you don't like that But when I'm bubbly, you say I'm flat To hell with you, if you don't like me you go Loving me is not by force, I can't force you and you know So if you're here to stay, then stay I'm being humble about it now, cos if you didnt like me then you'd never like me anyway. Written by, Michael Ogah @Ankaraboi |
| Literature › Re: Inspiring Thoughts Of Michael Ogah Aka Ankara Boi of X-Factor ( A Compendum ) by FoxyFlow(op): 4:09pm On Oct 22, 2013 |
What I had heard was "Weed makes your balls bigger". And for some reason, an educated person as myself, chose to believe them ( and by them here, I'm referring to the Mallams on the street who sold me the weed). Well, technically I hadn't bought the weed just yet, as I was still in the negotiating process "In my head" - to buy or not to buy, do I want big balls or do I remain with my small balls ( well, not necessarily small balls, I mean small as compared to what I'd have after taking the weed (#sighs Anyway, who am I trying to convince). Each time I took this weed I was on cloud nine. I literally walked on water like Jesus(like that wasn't dope enough), taking weed made me ten times lighter, like my head was a bubble and I was simply the liquid floating inside it. I was the invincible man, I could stand in the center of the road and no car would touch me (Except a trailer truck of course). You should try it. In the upper paragraph, I lied about the road experience. No I didn't stand in the center of the road, and please do not try this, not now, not ever! So, anyway, to cut the long story short, my balls never grew bigger, and for months I'd stand at the filling station right where this Mallams (numerous of them) had sold me the weed. But to no avail, non of them ever came around again. One morning I woke up and my cock was gone, like literally gone! And by cock here I'm referring to my fowl, my chicken. I had a poultry at the time. A wise man once told me that if ever I lost my chickens for whatseover reason asides eating them, my penis would start to grow smaller. And so did it. Harmattan was finally here and call me obsessive but this was the month I stared the hardest at that thing below. I noticed it shrunk. It never occured to me though that it was just the weather. And that with a decrease in temperature, it was only normal that IT'd reduce in size. "Ahhhh, no, this is too small. What do you want me to do with this nah" My then razz girlfriend said. "Honey, its not how big, its how well it can maneuver that matters," I said. Looking back, I think we broke up for the right reasons. Written by, Michael Ogah. |
| Literature › Re: Inspiring Thoughts Of Michael Ogah Aka Ankara Boi of X-Factor ( A Compendum ) by FoxyFlow(op): 4:07pm On Oct 22, 2013 |
Abuja used to bore me to death, so much so that in my idle moments, I'd sit down watching porn like I were watching Days Of Our Lives with a bag of pop corn and a jug of jolly juice (Yup! It used to be that boring). So we play video games, some of us set out with friends to watch the premier league, and when all is said and done, we're back at square one, hands beneath our chin with our lips splashed like lettuce. What is wrong with Abuja? Those of you once based abroad but now back full time, are asking. The weather is hot, so why don't we have a standard water park. Oh, I forget, its just like the amusement park in Lagos(still the way it was since 1999). We never upgrade stuff in this country. So what's the use having a park here, anyway. Its not like we still aren't grappling to find water in our toilets and kitchens. Internet is slow, so no need for hi tech android phones, you know its true (#ur wasting ur time with that samsung s4). So; am I blabbing? Did I just sit down today, void of what to do and decide to pin point these issues? ehm! Kinda, but not when you put it like that. I'm looking for a place where I can go to during the evenings, and listen to people play the xylophone, the Saxophone, where drummers play amazingly and singers do crazy stuff with their singing. Not like a pub or bar. Just a fun place with ideas that draw people to the place. A place with crazy lighting where they sell ice-cream or food, anyone. I think that kinda place will yield alotta money. Or just a cafe near by, with a more adventurous and fresh way of doing things. Where poets come and recite both dark and love poems and leave people in awe. Where clubs have balloon bubble baths and the music is crazy. Abuja aren't you tired of the norm? Oya let's go to silver bird again (Jeez! Aren't you tired already of repeating the same old stuff?) No variety. Bye. Moi. |
| Literature › Re: Inspiring Thoughts Of Michael Ogah Aka Ankara Boi of X-Factor ( A Compendum ) by FoxyFlow(op): 4:06pm On Oct 22, 2013 |
he plane took off in Lagos and crash landed in the same Lagos, Ajoa Estate to be precise. Are we sure we're ready for this medium of transportation in this part of the world? Can't we go a year without a crash? Are our pilots badly trained or is the problem from our Airplanes themselves(servicing perhaps?) What do I know. |
| Literature › Re: Inspiring Thoughts Of Michael Ogah Aka Ankara Boi of X-Factor ( A Compendum ) by FoxyFlow(op): 4:02pm On Oct 22, 2013 |
Today you've been looking round your body for scars, but there's non. You tell yourself that maybe the problem is you like yourself too much, that maybe if you liked yourself a lot less, you wouldn't be frustrated. So you drive right down to the nearest kiosk, buy yourself a razor blade and head on home with it. Your drive home has been filled with numerous thoughts. You remember a time when a friend of yours told you he couldn't understand why people cut themselves. He told you such people were jobless and stupid. You're battling with thoughts in your head. You now know how this goes, you've watched it countless times on tv and you're ready to try it out, cut yourself to feel free for just a few seconds before the pain, of whatever it is, you've been going through, rears its ugly head again. You can't understand why you once knew who and what and where you were going and now, life(without your consent or intention), pinned the cards on you, gave you sour lemons for lemonade. You're frustrated but still manage to wear a smile every now and then. Maybe you're not doing enough to help people, so you start helping, start consoling and simply start being there for people who just need someone to talk to. People don't listen these days, a sentence that is true but you'd never get to understand why. You stop at a green light, you've refused to move. You tell yourself that the only way to "make it" is to be bitter at the world. So you start hating, but the last time you hated, it didn't go so well. Then she or he comes around to tell you about God. You smile, look down at the ground, whisk your feet through and through the sand, and in your head you soliloquies - WHERE IS GOD? You're in your bathroom now, last night you had a dream you cut yourself and bled to death on your bed. You don't wanna go to hell and that's why you won't commit suicide. So perhaps inflicting these tiny cuts and bruises on yourself are a testament to the looser you are, so you refuse to have pity on yourself. After all, You're taking your frustration out on yourself and no one else. The world quite honestly isn't fair, but very few of your friends understand that. As they don't stand in your shoes, except for a few. You're tired of loving, Its time to start hating. But hate is consuming and time wasting. So you drive to the nearest park in the middle of the night, sit in your car, hoping someone comes to shoot you. Mike. |
| Literature › Re: Inspiring Thoughts Of Michael Ogah Aka Ankara Boi of X-Factor ( A Compendum ) by FoxyFlow(op): 4:02pm On Oct 22, 2013 |
Bristled in by haunting sounds, I sleep walked into your coven with eyes clear as crystals under blue water, I could swear this was real, perhaps even more realistic than a dream. You took my hand and together we rose from the sea, we walked but ever so slowly out of the water at night. The moon was down like a castle gate. We walked into its black doors like spirits, we walked through it. I had been hypnotized by you, not sure if I wrote this from a dream or from sharing the same spirit as you. "Never seen darkness look this morbid but ever so beautiful" I thought. Couldn't believe you would go through all this trouble just to make me happy. How could darkness feel something for me, strangely enough, more or less love. We danced for centuries, laughed like babies round a pyramid circle and my descendants came and went, lived and died like autumn leaves. But oblivious was I to time, for in that place, time was light and dawn never existed. When I chose to look back, I banged my head so hard on the floor that i bled without pain to remember who I was, But I couldn't remember. Sooner had I thought that something wasn't right. How could we live forever happy, feeling nothing but excitement all the time. Soon I would upset the balance of things. Man wasn't made to live this way. Even happiness was stressful sometimes. Carved in goblets of fire were the castle's ceiling. Each time I stared up to look, strongly had I felt that something paused from watching me. On doing this, I felt fear for the very first time. And this, my friends, began the darkness of things. Later than not, I would discover that my body was but a mystery never found, and when my kids buried me, they buried my books, my clothes and my glasses in remembrance of me. "He wouldn't let me go, this love was forced on me" My name is Kiara, and I think I'm alive, my body just hasn't been found. And if only I were certain that truly this body existed, maybe I could cross over to the other side. Written by, Mike Ogah. |
| Literature › Re: Inspiring Thoughts Of Michael Ogah Aka Ankara Boi of X-Factor ( A Compendum ) by FoxyFlow(op): 4:00pm On Oct 22, 2013 |
Film makers are the rock stars of the 21st century. They create their own make- beliefs, draw us out of this third world we find ourselves and enable us live in a world were anything is possible. Were spiders are human(spiderman), and bats wear capes(batman). What would our lives be without movies. I miss Twilight, I miss Hunger games, movies that telelported my spirit to another space in time. When Heroes(the series) reached its 4th season, I was sad that they(the writers) had run out of ideas, that series was amazing. We need writers like that in this country, such beautiful minds. We need those kind of brilliantly enthusiastic and not boring fellows to keep our spirits alive. If its Drama it better be "pulling," something that attracts the soul in a deep sense. And please, soundtracks matter. I'm currently glued to twilights "my love" by Sia. That song is beauriful and connects to ma spiro spirit. Makes me wanna write poetry. Mike Ogah |
| Literature › Re: Inspiring Thoughts Of Michael Ogah Aka Ankara Boi of X-Factor ( A Compendum ) by FoxyFlow(op): 4:00pm On Oct 22, 2013 |
Be patient guys... They are both entertaining and educative... Also inspiring |
| Literature › Inspiring Thoughts Of Michael Ogah Aka Ankara Boi of X-Factor ( A Compendum ) by FoxyFlow(op): 3:57pm On Oct 22, 2013*. Modified: 4:18pm On Oct 22, 2013 |
Think about it, everyone is looking for an opportunity, that stone that'd break down dozens of Goliath houses and shatter our passions into tiny fragments of glass all across the world, starting from our countries. We've all done the dumbest of things in search for fame and fortune, like inbox Dbanj's private facebook account with a thousand of our songs hoping he'd see it and say "Hey, Tolu, you know what? You're such an amazing artiste and I really think I could make money with you,". Don't look at me *covers face*, you maybe have done worst too. Perhaps you sent Chimamanda Ngozi a dozen of your short stories or novel, hoping she'd help you with a publisher or even privately recommend you. Don't get me wrong, miracles happen, and luck could find you(But that's a slim chance, isn't it?). So, why don't you be the miracle that others are looking for, be the gold dust that'd help people rise just like Tinkerbell did for her friends in Peter Pan. I promise I'm not rambling. Trust me, you don't need to have rich friends to make a difference or to even start something meaningful. What you really need are TALENTED FRIENDS. They're the ones who'd help make your dreams come true. I'd gladly love to tell you how but I had an encounter, numerous encounters, not really encounters, just an open door to work and socialize with people. And in doing this, I realized the more you spread your tentacles as an individual, reach out and be friendly to as many people as possible. One day, they'd come around to support your dreams FOR FREE, yes I said for free cos you'd do the same for them. Your money would come from people outside this circle of yours, people who can't believe how talented people like yourselves came together and made something this beautiful. So pick your heart with a tooth pick, select all the dreams you had been dreaming before you gave up, and start chewing them like fried fish. Digest the possibility of anything being possible only if YOU work to make it happen. You mustooooo sufferrrrrr, good things don't come cheap, except for an anonymous crush, and you don't want that. It think Versace was killed by an anonymous stalker, or isn't it Versace? I don't know jore, one of those designers sha! Bye, Mike Ogah
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| Nairaland General › Re: Is Your Nairaland Character A True Reflection Of Your Real-life Character? by FoxyFlow(m): 3:54pm On Oct 22, 2013 |
Each of my Nairaland Moniker is a unique display of me. From Foxybone down to Foxy_Flow.... They all have different personalities... And guess what? Nairaland aint seen the last of me yet. Just waiting for a long long ban to launch... FOXY_OSAMA Well, to be candid with you guys... I am a loveable person in real life if you can stand my sarcasm. I push you hard when you are at your weakest. Una know na 1 Like |
| Literature › Re: The Preacher's Son!!! by FoxyFlow(m): 2:53pm On Oct 22, 2013 |
The rock5555: @skyscraper-i have seen ur mail, i would reply u[size=20pt]I derailed your thread [/size] |
| Literature › Re: Naija Thug Life (Foxy, Flow1759 & The Rock555 Collabo) by FoxyFlow(op): 1:38pm On Oct 22, 2013 |
flow1759: I am. Infact, Rock and Foxy can i update next?Yes sir!!!!! |
| Literature › Re: The Preacher's Son!!! by FoxyFlow(m): 11:29am On Oct 22, 2013 |
Chiamaka01: LmaoI was banned but now I'm back.... |
| Literature › Re: Naija Thug Life (Foxy, Flow1759 & The Rock555 Collabo) by FoxyFlow(op): 11:22am On Oct 22, 2013 |
Finally back.... I dey watch one war film right now.... Make una bear with me.... Lol.... Them ban me for The Rock5555 thread |
| Family › Re: Me And My Children --- A Short Story! by FoxyFlow(op): 8:41am On Oct 22, 2013 |
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| Family › Re: Me And My Children --- A Short Story! by FoxyFlow(op): 5:32am On Oct 22, 2013 |
smartmom: Interesting, didnt know Idoma shared such similarities in words and phrases. Anyway we were in thesame state before bah? mixed origin you said?Yup... From both side... Update continues when I get to the office by the grace of God... Make una pray make women come buy the pants and bra wey just come in from Aba o... Baba God, bless our hustle! |
| Nairaland General › Re: I Am Confused by FoxyFlow(op): 5:29am On Oct 22, 2013 |
Madawaki01: I hope say no be mynd again.If not Mynd, who else? Na me look for trouble sha!! |
| Family › Re: Me And My Children --- A Short Story! by FoxyFlow(op): 9:40pm On Oct 21, 2013 |
smartmom: @Foxy, ahinyukulo, so you can remember that Idoma lullaby eh? write a short story and publish it for sale o! will certainly make good sales too funnyIt is Igala though I am of mixed origin sef... |
No be u dey talk about photo shopping ur big belly.
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