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Shut the F ing up J-girl you have no Idea what you talking about you just talk like you know everything.

I used to live at GRA Onitsha right opposite P M Eumera(spilling) the luxurious bus guy

Wow look at how other people just want to hang out with the Igbos we must be cool like that

Dime:
i said hi dammit

bawoni my people

Get lost!!! no bawoni in here

What are the supposed to call their husbands I'm so lost on this one

Stilettos:
i am disappointed sha, so guys you still wallow in Biafra? and the old soldiers? ! ok i have not been to naija in a year but i didnt know people had all this animosity . I have not heard my father talk like this about the past, well not to us. So why all this divided talk? Rubbish

My dear you've not seen anything yet, the kind of rubbish that comes out of that girls mouth just makes me sick to the stomach, and she has the audacity to point fingers.

uchetobi:
am pretty sure her/ his updated topics was not working and he/she finally gave up and is presently in the buka

I wonder what she/he is having for breakfast

What's wrong with Ghana beating Nigeria ? do you actually think Nigeria is better than Ghana.

acidrop:
were is d chick that want to chat, hw come she is not answerin my question

I think it's a guy

Dblock where are you, I miss you

This is a story of a Typical Yoruba family, and everyday we say we united in Nigeria.



Confessions of a Broken Heart Part 1


For days i have tossed and turned on my bed, hoping the thoughts would disappear, hoping his lingering scent will fade in the thin air, hoping his face would stop haunting me in my sleep. Hoping , just hoping i would forget all about him. For two years I have succeeded in burying the memories we shared, even convinced my myself that he never existed. But about a week ago i was confronted with the truth, the bitter truth i thought i would never have to face.


Emeka was my first true love, from the first day we laid eyes on each other at his sister (Ngozi's) birthday party we knew we had something special, he was my prince charming and i was his princess, it was indeed love at first sight. He was my friend, my brother, my first kiss, my very first. He gave me so much and never demanded any in return, he was honest, very sincere and unlike most guys he made no qualms about letting me know exactly where i stood with him. We were supposed to get married , make beautiful babies, tour the world , and retire in our mansion in Lekki where we would sit by our porch near the beach watching the sunset. Men we had it all figured out




Emeka taught me a lot of things, from helping me with school assignments, to giving me an helpful hand when it came to managing my finances, or teaching me how to get organized and how to cook ( i am not ashamed to admit it, prior to meeting him i couldn't even make a toast). He showed me what it was like to be loved, taught me so much about life although he was barely five years older than me, and was always there to protect me from getting hurt. I just knew i was lucky, lucky to have found my soul-mate at eighteen, what it took some girls an eternity to find i found at the drop of an hat, damn! i was lucky. He made me so feel special, worshiped the ground i walked on, being with him was like a drug to me, a drug i couldn't live without. He promised never to make me cry but he did, swore he would never leave me but he did, without even a goodbye





I think it will be extremely unfair of me to blame Emeka for our falling out , actually it was neither mine nor his fault, we were two young people caught in between pleasing the world as supposed to pleasing ourselves. I look back now and see my folly, wished i could have done things differently, said things i was too scared to say, took risks i was never brave enough to take. Although our opponents were strong, i could have been stronger, defiant, tougher, but instead i was a coward, scared to the bone of standing up for herself, too weak to fight. He got tired of fighting my battles, got tired of putting up with my parent's sh#*t, got tired of being ridiculed and looked down on because of his background and origin. Like me he got weak. Our opponents took advantage of our weakness, they attacked until we gave up, won the battle triumphantly without breaking a sweat. Our opponents were none other than our parents, yep, the same traitors we loved so much but hurt us so bad





I have often heard many people make comments about tribalism not being an issue in Nigeria today, people swear up and down that it is an issue of the past, but little do they know it exists, at least it existed in my household, we just never admitted or showed it publicly. My parents weren't too fond of the Igbo tribe actually they despised all Igbo people regardless of what the person was really like. To them, Igbo people were devilish, devious, manipulative and were to be kept at arm's length. My father would often sight the Ojukwu-Awolowo fall out back in the day as why Igbo people could not be trusted. He wouldn't readily hire people of Igbo origin to work in his manufacturing firm, wouldn't promote the few igbo staff that were hired without his consent, and often found every opportunity to make his driver who we fondly called "IK" miserable. From sending him on crazy assignments he wouldn't send the other drivers to making snide remarks just to upset him, my pops did it all



December 25th 1998, was the first time i caught a glimpse of this deep rooted hatred my folks had against Easterners was Xmas break, my siblings and i were home to celebrate with my parents. My sister Doyin then in OAU in Ife had invited her boyfirend Chuks to our yearly Christmas party. My parents got to meet him for the first time and i could tell they were displeased with her choice, not 'cuz he was from a less wealthier family or based on what he looked like or his family history or education but because he was IGBO. From the moment my sis introduced him to my folks as "Chukwuma my boyfriend" she might as well have said "this is Chukwuma the devil worshipper", 'cuz they both stared at him like he was some sort of Anti-Christ. They manage to exchange a cold hello, b4 walking off to the distance to attend to thier other guests, intentionally leaving the poor guy hanging in between his well rehearsed speech of how pleased he was to meet them





Two day later, i was in my room watching AIT jamz when i heard some noise enamating downstairs. I rubbed my sleepy eyes, tossed the remote and ran downstairs towards my parents living room.Lo and behold there they were, my parents standing up staring down at my sister who was sitting down, elbows on knees, head looking down with both hands clutched to her forehead. All of a sudden she stood up and shouted "i am not going", my mum replied "ki lowi" (what did u just say). My sister retorted louder on top of her lungs, "You heard me! i said i am not going to America, u are only doing this to break Chuks and I up ! what has he done to u?, what has , " My father landed a dirty slap on my sister's face b4 she could even finish her sentence. She landed on the sofa with both hands covering her face as she wailed loudly like a wounded animal. Mum held pops back, restraining him from doing further damage. My brother who was standing behind me at this point rushed towards my sister and carried her in his arms, pulling her away from my father's reach. Pops was furious, he was yelling obscenities at my sister, i had never seen him that upset before





A week later and the holiday were almost over, i walked past my sister's room one day and noticed she had several boxes on the floor. She was folding some clothes into the boxes and my aunt was helping her arrange it into the boxes . I walked in, sat on the edge of her bed and proceeded to ask her how far with her situation with Pops. She bursted into tears, uncontrollable tears, my aunt gave me a look that said it all, it was a closed case, no more words were spoken as i gently took my leave




My sister headed for Rutgers University about a week later to begin the spring semester. Chukwuma was now a name in her past

@ Donzman and Babyosisi.


Please my brother and sister quit responding to those wild dogs. I can see some veins bursting on their necks. The last thing they need is a Cardiac Arrest and I don't think there's a defibrillator around here that can bring them back to life


As it's said in Igbo *chukwuma*

venusmaze:
can i just chip in and say going back to this topic will bring nothing but grief. The subject matter is baseless and not the thing you need for a united nation. Not saying don't discuss, just saying it is not a healthy debate, it has already brought out many unwanted characters in each of you.

That's the most educated thing I've heard all day.

So can we now back to the topic at hand

venusmaze:
please can i say something please please without anyone thinking i am taking sides? please. Ok it looks like everyone has been as bad as each other here, i was reading this and was scarred to say anything. But i am a christain too and i have to say everyone of you have been just as guilty

one last thing please, you came in wrongly Bluenubian(no offense) you taking sides and that is wrong and you will make this worse again, some have come and gone adding fire to it. Please enough

Just because blu said it was ok to be who you are she's taking side's but it's ok for Eurphoria and her little sisters to say all kinds of shitt wow!!

Donzman:
@Eurphoria

That last post joke was 100 words too long i.e. you shouldn't have made it at all. It was neither funny nor insulting.

I couldn't even make out what she was trying to say. Just what crack can do to a human brain

bluenubian:
@freewilly
lil note for u, am sure u know who u are, don't let anyone or anything change that, life is hard enough by itself, why people try to make it harder i don't know, peace girl!

THANKS ALOT BLU I READ ALOT OF YOUR POST, YOU ARE ONE VERY SWEET GIRL BLESS YOU.

Donzman:
You're indeed GAME. The Yankari Game Reserve, that's where you belong. Ha!

lmfao that's the funniest thing I've heard all day. omg my stomach hurts from laughing so hard.

@ babyosisi

Hopefully I'll meet you at the Igbo thread so I can formally introduce myself to you and all my brothers and sisters. This thread is full of crack heads.

Eurphoria:
lesbianwilly you mother and i still on this crack , shitttttt! what do u suggest?

I suggest you take that crack and stick it up where the sun don't shine