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Crazy crazy

These people have spoilt a fine story
once again!

Sorry sir.
im not a baby girl
perhaps you are not talking to me now

LOL

hheh ehe

Sabi abi o

Obama bin Barack

Get the wax outta your eyes
No one is debating with you.

Never mind am

im on to that Cassanova

Lol


wetin concern my picture with My size

pls oo!

@Made
thanks, i guess i hav to relli do smthing abt d sleeping part

Indeed

Nothing new here

i tried to say my fav but i dont have one!

their songs are just too rich!

But i love this also

Something Beautiful

I wanna start it over
I wanna start again
I want a new a new beginning
One without any end
I feel it inside
Calling out to me

CHORUS
It's a voice that whispers my name
It's a kiss without any shame
Something beautiful
Like a song that stirs in my head
Singing love will take us where
Something's beautiful

I've heard it in the silence
Seen it on a face
I've felt it in a long hour
Like a sweet embrace
I know this is true
It's calling out to me

CHORUS
It's a voice that whispers my name
It's a kiss without any shame
Something beautiful
Like a song that stirs in my head
Singing love will take us where
Something's beautiful

It's the child on her wedding day
It's the daddy that gives her away--Father
Something beautiful
When we laugh so hard we cry
It's the love between you and I
Something beautiful

@Silly
Sorry,
i didnt get you

Witch Doctor of the living dead!!

he eh eheeh

it was scarrrrry

i remember a particular scene where smone went to d pit latrine
to do his thing, and a snake comes out entering the persons a##

How hyena go fit get Human being
''cept to bite am

These people dey never tire
always seeking whom to devour

Tufiakwa!
E Dogbolus to d max!

@Senator

na so we dey cook o!

na only person wey wear shoe

fit talk where the shoe dey pain am!

LOL

ok

Yeah i have the Adoration album!
love it completely!!!

love this piece, a prayer for anytime

Father, Blessed Father

Will You take what we have
A sacrifice unto You
Then create clean hands
And, Lord, make our spirits new
Father, blessed Father
Lead and guide us for Your name’s sake
And keep us in the shelter of Your presence
‘Til we see Your face
Let us hear what You say
Let us know Your voice and all of Your ways
Take our hands, lead us home
To the refuge that we find in You alone
All adoration
To our Lord Redeemer
To our Shepherd
Who carries us forevermore
Breathe on me
Breathe, oh, Breath of God
(Breathe, oh, Breath of Life)
Breathe on me
‘Til my heart is new
Oh Lord, oh Lord
‘Til my heart is new

Waist of air?

Werin dis mean

Eat eba??

i reli cant sleep regularly

Ok, its now two

Fishing for compliment
how you take know??

Dis girl just dey surprise me
e be like say she dey tanda for my head o

We both know who the teacher here is

LOL@Slyvao
Brian??
Sorry, i didnt get you

all other african airways come in second

this is what you said

SAA will so beat your Kenya outta d market

i should do research?

no need cos the facts r glaring

Ha ha

Thank Goodness i made it clear i didnt write this story o

But i read it and understood it like a reasonable human being would

But for the semi-idiots they will continue seeing integrals
expecting another person to reason for them! choi!

@Oziomatv n Naja
My mamma like me

He heehh One of 'em just had to show up!
pointless ko pointful ni
e dogbulu owie!

i have that Offerings album
its d one with Show me your glory and this medley

MercyMe's Spoken for
touches you and encourages you to go on.

You said all that follow You may find
Comfort and pain, blessings in hard times
Were I to leave, where else would I go?
The words of life and of truth You hold

All I want is love
I confess to this
I will take it, Lord
ALl you have to give

Turn your eyes upon Jesus
Look full in His wonderful face
And the things of Earth
Will grow strangely dim
In the light of His glory and grace

And You give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give
And you give
And you give yourself away

All I want is love
And I confess to this
I will take it, Lord
All You have to give
All You have to give
All You have
All You have to give

Your love, oh Lord
Reaches to the heavens
Your faithfulness stretches to the sky
And YOur righteousness is like the mighty mountains
Your justice flows like the ocean's tides
And I wil lift my voice
To woship You, my king


i love this medley, i always sing it in the bathroom.lol

the japanese sentence means The persistent feelings continued to blossom in my heart.

@Joey
Lemme give you an assignment
Learn how to read !

@Easybaby
mute!
you are not even human sef
Mute!

just dey fool yaself dey go

@IceBlue
i thank God for people like you wey still remain for this place o

Anyways, them boys dey no hold cash na, dey no gather
their application no go carry water.

No one said there is!

Whats wrong with people o

Chai see how NL has corrupted the brains of these humans

If this was a post on My girlfriend dosnt sleep, is she a witch?

The replies would have gone outta d roof!

Cheei!!

tso tso minds!

Artboy

fine fine

i need a scanner in my life o
its hindering me progress

PART 3

Finally one day, woman said, Enough! She decided to no longer worry about her self-image. She no longer spent her time trying to convince herself and others to accept her body just the way it was. What a red herring, she said outloud. She decided to think bigger, and bigger, and bigger, until the whole world started to rain in woman-thoughts: woman-loving, woman-respecting thoughts. Thoughts that weren't altogether gentle and kind, but were impatient and demanding, and quite threatening to man.

She boycotted. She organized an international all-woman strike. She sabotaged man's manly systems. She demonstrated. She retaliated. She learned self-defense. She laid claim to the lands and the waters, and everything that came of them. And she refused to be bought off until the reclaiming was complete. She no longer pitied man. She was no longer intimidated by him. And she no longer looked at herself through his eyes.

It wasn't easy, but woman succeeded at what she set out to do. The garden was reclaimed--by her, by the snake, by the air, by the garden itself. And man, well, he wasn't happy at first. He had put up a big fight. He was still recovering from the fight. And from the loss of all his images of woman. And from his acknowledgment that he cannot create God in his own image.

Man pitied himself for a long while. But this time, woman ignored his sighs. She refused to forget what she had been through. She tended the garden, but with a lot more caution than before.

And man, shut out by the woman he had known for so long, was forced to do a lot of hard thinking. Lonelier and sadder than he had ever known himself to be, he eventually faced the reality in front of him. He finally came to remember and understand the beauty of woman, and the garden, and life. And even though it was really scary at first, he realized the only way he could ever reunite with woman and the garden was to surrender to, and honor, the moving, temporary moment of being alive.

And woman thought that this was good. And a whole new story began

I dont mind anyone
im not a babysitter.

If you cant enjoy a story/idea
Good riddance!
asking me what the point is

i have the Offerings album o

i love the opening riff to this Consuming fire

Take my life
How many times have I turned away
The number is the same as the sand on the shore
But every time You've taken me back
And now I pray You do it once more.
Chorus:
Please take from me my life
When I don't have the strength
to give it away to You Jesus

How many times have I turned away
The number is the same as the stars in the sky
But every time You've taken me back
And now I pray You do it tonight.

once upon a time

a woman in my church gave us big big tins of Dano

but Dano neva cut it for me sha

FunkyBABY i take it you have tried this method

lol

alot of games

alot

PART 2

Woman resisted for a long time but, owning nothing, she eventually did her best to comply. She pinched herself into a girdle, bound her and her daughter's feet, bleached her hair, bleached her skin, plucked her eyebrows, shaved her legs, struggled in long skirts, moved carefully in tiny skirts, teetered on heels, binged and starved, and sometimes even hired plastic surgeons to cut into her flesh to make it right.

The once laughing woman became very sick. She became sick from attempting to change her body, and she became sick of failing. She became sick of man's insults, which he still gave to her no matter how closely she matched his images. And she became sick of man's whistles and stares. She became sick of wobbling on heels, of dieting, of throwing up in bathrooms, of weighing herself on a scale. She was sick of man's images of her, which seemed to undermine the best of who she was. And even though she was never, ever, ever suppose to say it outloud, she started to get sick of man himself.

But regardless of how sick woman became, man still liked his images, and man was still the owner of just about everything: the stores, the coffee shops, the movie industry, the major magazines. Man owned the government, the police, the military, the media. He owned an expanding porn industry. And he still claimed to embody the image of God. Woman had to be nice to man.

So, woman started battling man's images of her, rather than man himself. She criticized some of the images--the billboards, the magazines, the movies, the TV. She started support groups. She developed her own tiny magazines with pictures of big women. She started her own line of clothing. She publicly argued for the acceptance of fat.

She told herself that she was beautiful just the way she was, and part of her knew this was true. But another part of her never quite believed it. Despite her best efforts to love herself, she continued to feel inadequate, judged, ashamed.

Woman eventually came to realize that all the body image support groups in the world, all the repeated affirmations of self-acceptance, all the counter-propaganda that argued that fat women, older women, this and that women were sexually appealing wouldn't change a damn thing, because man still owned the garden. By this time, the garden was quite devastated, but it was the source of all food, and the only place to live.

So long as this owner-of-everything wanted woman to be his counter-likeness--similar but inferior, an interesting human being and an unthreatening object--woman was always going to have body image problems. She would continue to feel inadequate and ashamed, and she would continue to be sick.