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Romance / Re: How Much Should Her Bride Price Cost? by Heliesha: 4:11pm On Oct 15, 2013 |
its should go for 1 galon of palm wine and 200 kolanut |
Jokes Etc / Bonanza!!! by Heliesha: 3:27pm On Oct 15, 2013 |
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Romance / Re: MRM Vs Feminism by Heliesha: 10:12pm On Oct 14, 2013 |
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Celebrities / Re: Between Lionel Messi And Beyonce, Who Is More Popular? by Heliesha: 8:53pm On Oct 14, 2013 |
messi jor |
Education / Re: ASUU Vowed Not To Negotiate With Gov. Suswan Committee by Heliesha: 8:48pm On Oct 14, 2013 |
nawa oh |
Family / Re: Should Your Man Tell You He Cheated? by Heliesha: 8:08pm On Oct 14, 2013 |
here's my own thought buy a revolver or a shot gun fully loaded place it on the table in ur sitting room close to where ur spouse wuld be sitting down na smile and say dis to her.honey i F-ed anoda woman apart from you, plz am very sowie. I believe the end result wuld determine if d truth was worth telling or preserving. |
Jokes Etc / Re: HILARIOUS PICS RELOADED: Share Your Funny Pics Here! by Heliesha: 4:05am On Oct 14, 2013 |
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Celebrities / Re: Rita Dominic's Stunning Outfit To NMA by Heliesha: 3:39am On Oct 14, 2013 |
nt bad |
Education / Re: ASUU Leaders Allege Threat To Life Over Strike by Heliesha: 3:39am On Oct 14, 2013 |
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Family / Re: Her Dad Is Attracted To Her - What Should She Do by Heliesha: 3:34am On Oct 14, 2013 |
runnaway 1 Like |
Romance / Re: When Will I Find My Virgin Prince Charming? :( by Heliesha: 3:32am On Oct 14, 2013 |
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Nairaland / General / Re: Fans Shocked As They See Jayz, Cgris Martin And Timbaland In Public Transport. by Heliesha: 3:30am On Oct 14, 2013 |
hmmm ETT |
Romance / Re: Will I Ever Fall In Love Again? by Heliesha: 3:26am On Oct 14, 2013 |
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Politics / Re: This Man Almost Assassinated Obama Last Month!!! by Heliesha: 3:24am On Oct 14, 2013 |
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Celebrities / Re: Photos: Actress Liz Anjorin Converts To Islam, Changes Name To Aisha by Heliesha: 3:23am On Oct 14, 2013 |
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Politics / Re: ASUU: No More Dialogue by Heliesha: 3:23am On Oct 14, 2013 |
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Literature / A Dog,father And Daughter by Heliesha: 9:54am On Oct 11, 2013 |
After reading so many dreadful stories with ASUU at work and little job to do i came across this story from a facebook page,but i said what the hell it would take nothing from me c n p- ing. So just enjoy the story especially for those of us with parent wahala,its a beautiful piece to dwell your today thought on.********************************************** A father, a daughter and a dog “Watch out! You nearly broad sided that car!” My father yelled at me. “Can’t you do anything right?” Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn’t prepared for another battle. “I saw the car, Dad. Please don’t yell at me when I’m driving.” My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt. Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled back. At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my thoughts. Dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil. What could I do about him? Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington and Oregon He had enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces of nature. He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and had placed often. The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that attested to his powers. The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn’t lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone, straining to lift it. He became irritable whenever anyone teased him about his advancing age, or when he couldn’t do something he had done as a younger man. Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to keep blood and oxygen flowing. At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room. He was lucky; he survived… But something inside Dad died. His zest for life was gone He obstinately refused to follow doctor’s orders. Suggestions and offers of help were turned aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of visitors thinned, then finally stopped altogether. Dad was left alone. My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm. We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust. Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became frustrated and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick. We began to bicker and argue.. Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation. The clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close of each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad’s troubled mind. But the months wore on and God was silent. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it. The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my problem to each of the sympathetic voices that answered in vain. Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed, “I just read something that might help you! Let me go get the article.” I listened as she read.. The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home. All of the patients were under treatment for chronic depression. Yet their attitudes had improved dramatically when they were given responsibility for a dog. I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon. After I filled out a questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens. Each contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black dogs, spotted dogs all jumped up, trying to reach me. I studied each one but rejected one after the other for various reasons too big, too small, too much hair. As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of the far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat down. It was a pointer, one of the dog world’s aristocrats. But this was a caricature of the breed.. Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. His hipbones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was his eyes that caught and held my attention.. Calm and clear, they beheld me unwaveringly. I pointed to the dog “Can you tell me about him?” The officer looked, then shook his head in puzzlement. “He’s a funny one. Appeared out of nowhere and sat in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring someone would be right down to claim him. That was two weeks ago and we’ve heard nothing. His time is up tomorrow..” He gestured helplessly. As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror. “You mean you’re going to kill him?” “Ma’am,” he said gently, “that’s our policy. We don’t have room for every unclaimed dog.” I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes awaited my decision. “I’ll take him,” I said.. I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me. When I reached the house I honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front porch. “Ta-da! Look what I got for you, Dad!” I said excitedly. Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in disgust. “If I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one. And I would have picked out a better specimen than that bag of bones. Keep it! I don’t want it” Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward the house. Anger rose inside me It squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into my temples. “You’d better get used to him, Dad. He’s staying!” Dad ignored me. “Did you hear me, Dad?” I screamed. At those words Dad whirled angrily, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed and blazing with hate. We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the pointer pulled free from my grasp. He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in front of him. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw. Dad’s lower jaw trembled as he stared at the uplifted paw. Confusion replaced the anger in his eyes. The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad was on his knees hugging the animal. It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad named the pointer Cheyenne. Together he and Cheyenne explored the community. They spent long hours walking down dusty lanes. They spent reflective moments on the banks of streams, angling for tasty trout. They even started to attend Sunday services together, Dad sitting in a pew and Cheyenne lying quietly at his feet. Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three years. Dad’s bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne made many friends. Then late one night I was startled to feel Cheyenne’s cold nose burrowing through our bed covers. He had never before come into our bedroom at night. I woke Dick, put on my robe and ran into my father’s room. Dad lay in his bed, his face serene. But his spirit had left quietly sometime during the night. Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad’s bed.. I wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept on. As Dick and I buried him near a favorite fishing hole, I silently thanked the dog for the help he had given me in restoring Dad’s peace of mind. The morning of Dad’s funeral dawned overcast and dreary. This day looks like the way I feel, I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews reserved for family. I was surprised to see the many friends Dad and Cheyenne had made filling the church. The pastor began his eulogy. It was a tribute to both Dad and the dog who had changed his life. And then the pastor turned to Hebrews 13:2. “Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it.” “I’ve often thanked God for sending that angel,” he said. For me, the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle that I had not seen before: the sympathetic voice that had just read the right article…. Cheyenne ‘s unexpected appearance at the animal shelter. .. ..his calm acceptance and complete devotion to my father. . and the proximity of their deaths. And suddenly I understood. I knew that God had answered my prayers after all. |
Phones / Re: Samsung Galaxy Round - Smartphone With Curved Display by Heliesha: 12:14pm On Oct 10, 2013 |
hmm nice fone though all i ave to do now is wait for TECNO to dub,copy and flood the market with fone of similar function at a cheap and affordable price UP TEAM TECNO |
Politics / Re: Stop Talking Like A Market Woman Fani Kayode Replies Stella Oduah by Heliesha: 10:23am On Oct 09, 2013 |
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Politics / Re: ASUU Strike Will End Soon-president Goodluck Jonathan Promises by Heliesha: 10:21am On Oct 09, 2013 |
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Celebrities / Re: Photos: Scarlett Johansson Voted ‘sexiest Woman Alive’ by Heliesha: 10:18am On Oct 09, 2013 |
wat! |
Health / Re: How To Survive A Heart Attack by Heliesha: 10:15am On Oct 09, 2013 |
hmmm |
Religion / Re: What Have You Suffered For Christ? by Heliesha: 5:01pm On Oct 06, 2013 |
excuse me my brothers and sister u dnt need to go 2ru trials and tribulation to know if u're in christ or a believer .u dnt need to be poor discriminated or treated in an ill manner to show u're a christain..its nt a most as a christain u must suffer if trials and persecution doesnt come you way(which it rarely happens) thank God and if u're in d north like i am where going to churhc is quite dangerous and u're no longer scared of being with the Lord in a short time better for us.but one fin i do know i dont need to suffer to grow in Christ the Word of God is all i need to flourish for it giveth power and life |
Entertainment / Re: Mtn Project Fame Or Idols: Which Has The Best Products? by Heliesha: 11:51pm On Sep 21, 2013 |
i'd rather win idol than project fame,dey pay to little of a price |
Religion / Re: Chelsea Jersey Is A Free Ticket To Hell by Heliesha: 11:33am On Sep 16, 2013 |
hmmmmmm.is it just me
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Sports / Re: Nigeria To Face Ethiopia In World Cup Qualifier Playoff by Heliesha: 11:28am On Sep 16, 2013 |
1st to comment but anyway hit like if u think Nigeria will thrash ethiopia |
Politics / Re: President Jonathan Appoints Interim Ministers by Heliesha: 9:18am On Sep 12, 2013 |
hate to be a bad belle but why didnt they sack the minister of sports.to me dat guyz doesnt really know what he's doing there |
Celebrities / Re: IN Pictures:nollywood Star Eniola Badmus Celebrates Birthday With Less Privilege by Heliesha: 8:46pm On Sep 10, 2013 |
just passing by, but what else can i say end time things abi |
Politics / Re: Stella Damasus And Senator Yerima On Al-jazeera Network THE STREAM by Heliesha: 3:01pm On Sep 06, 2013 |
hmmm i just dey imagine how men go the marry 8 yr old gurls and afta dem don finish with those small girls dem go still go court go ask for divorce,later go marry anoda 11 yr old cus of say she get booby cum divorce am again d small gurls go come dey cry no be for ice cream or biscuit dem go dey cry for d suffer for RELATIONSHIP dem go cry for BEDROOM cry for LABOUR ROOM cum dey cry for KITCHEN AGAIN .abeg help me ansa dis question which of ena go want him sista to experience d pain of motherhood and d psychiological effect of marriage at such age.or wu want make dem born am like dat. |
Politics / Re: Stella Damasus And Senator Yerima On Al-jazeera Network THE STREAM by Heliesha: 3:01pm On Sep 06, 2013 |
hmmm i just dey imagine how men go the marry 8 yr old gurls and afta dem don finish with those small girls dem go still go court go ask for divorce,later go marry anoda 11 yr old cus of say she get booby cum divorce am again d small gurls go come dey cry no be for ice cream or biscuit dem go dey cry for d suffer for RELATIONSHIP dem go cry for BEDROOM cry for LABOUR ROOM cum dey cry for KITCHEN AGAIN .abeg help me ansa dis question which of ena go want him sista to experience d pain of motherhood and d psychiological effect of marriage at such age.or wu want make dem born am like dat 2 Likes |
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