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 Literature › Re: Jewels Of Africa by HumbledbYGrace(op): 3:30pm On Mar 29, 2013 |
[quote author=Larry-Sun]Okey dockey!  [/quote]translated it though. |
| Literature › Re: Jewels Of Africa by HumbledbYGrace(op): 2:32pm On Mar 29, 2013 |
[quote author=Larry-Sun]You should translate those local-language phrases. Nice job though.[/quote]Swahili is not a local language |
| Christianity Etc › Re: Why Are Blacks Christians? by HumbledbYGrace(f): 2:15pm On Mar 29, 2013 |
somalia9: Even though blacks wouldnt be christians if it were not for whites coming to africa to take slaves, they still practice christianity.and what are you? Green? Orange or pink? Or samalians white? Do you have common sense? |
| Christianity Etc › Re: The Christian Chatbox ( sticky) by HumbledbYGrace(op): 2:08pm On Mar 29, 2013 |
 lol @ Superbloke.When are you having your own too? Why isn't anyone @ church? Waiting for my prezzie |
| Christianity Etc › Re: Questions? Comments? Complaints? Talk To The Moderators Here by HumbledbYGrace(f): 2:04pm On Mar 29, 2013 |
Yooguyz: hey mods in the house is muskeeto a moderator in this section or in other nairaland section?hmmmmmmmm ok |
| Christianity Etc › Re: The Christian Chatbox ( sticky) by HumbledbYGrace(op): 12:48pm On Mar 29, 2013 |
Evelyn06: Thank You HBG.your welcome dear.... |
| Christianity Etc › Re: The Christian Chatbox ( sticky) by HumbledbYGrace(op): 12:44pm On Mar 29, 2013 |
delkuf: Have been following that somalia or somali rebel, and he has be making lumpish, loopy and crazy comment all morning. Wht ur problemI just checked his somali name...seems like he had a female target, when we gave him the boot he went for a nineteen year old girl on some other thread. |
| Christianity Etc › Re: Questions? Comments? Complaints? Talk To The Moderators Here by HumbledbYGrace(f): 12:25pm On Mar 29, 2013 |
manmustwac: I hid some of pirate1's posts. I will deal with deezle's post now. I think we'll have to change the name of the christians chatbox to somerhing like the "christian chatbox & general offtopic chitchat" because you can't expect me to hide every single one of pirate1s posts & it dose not make sense to sticky another thread for non religious postersBefore I opened the thread I asked Jesoul if we would be protected agains pagans and atheists and she gave me her word. Why do we have to change now? Unless you will be the watchman? How are we going to be free to express ourselves there? |
| Christianity Etc › Re: The Christian Chatbox ( sticky) by HumbledbYGrace(op): 12:10pm On Mar 29, 2013 |
Evelyn hi sister...welcome @ all Happy good friday...wish I was @ church. But its ok. thanks to the brothers who got rid of the pirate.... |
| Christianity Etc › Re: The Christian Chatbox ( sticky) by HumbledbYGrace(op): 12:06pm On Mar 29, 2013 |
Reyginus: Somebody shout halleluyah!Our God is awesome.....Halelujah amen. @Superbloke I would love that prezzie 1 Like |
| Christianity Etc › Re: The Christian Chatbox ( sticky) by HumbledbYGrace(op): 7:53am On Mar 29, 2013 |
superbloke: Hello house!thanks brother...my phone was acting up last night and still doing the same thing. I just hate using Opera mini but I guess I got no choice. superbloke: What exactly is your point? If you're trying to bait people, you're wasting your time.let's just let him beat himself up. |
| Christianity Etc › Re: The Christian Chatbox ( sticky) by HumbledbYGrace(op): 6:56am On Mar 29, 2013 |
dagr8: [size=15pt]RUbbISh.....that's the reason I ignored his post. Talking about copying and pasting some things he has no clue about. Smh 1 Like |
| Nairaland General › Re: Happy Birthday Guys! by HumbledbYGrace(op): 6:13am On Mar 29, 2013 |
Thanks r231, Damex, thanks love. And you too my teacher thanks. The day is over now... |
| Literature › Re: Jewels Of Africa by HumbledbYGrace(op): 6:07am On Mar 29, 2013*. Modified: 1:22pm On Dec 09, 2014 |
PART ONE ⌣»̶·̵̭̌·̵✽̤̈CHAPTER 1✽̤̈·̵·̵̭̌«̶⌣ THE MASAAI PRINCESS “~Being a princess is hard work, its not about looking beautiful or wearing a crown, its what is inside that matters.~” “The time is seven thirty, its time to wake up.” Malaika's outmoded Nokia 1100 vibrated on the headboard, waking her up. She picked it up carelessly and send it flying across the room. There was no way, she would be seen holding that hag of a phone, not while she was about to meet the most envied girls across the continent. She had to get a new phone, something better, a Blackberry, Sony, Samsung, or an Iphone, something that will make a statement without her saying a word. Winning the Jewels of Africa scholarship had opened doors for her in so many ways, which included another zeros being added to her bank account. Her father had given her a lumpsum of fifty thousand to invest in whatever she wanted, it was her fee for the first year for the masters program she had planned on doing immediately after her first degree. Luckily she didn't need to pay for her studies anymore. JOA was taking care of that. Spoiling herself silly wouldn't hurt, she had worked hard to be where she was, it surely paid to work hard in school. Malaika Evans flew from Nairobi to South Africa the previous afternoon, anxious about leaving too excited about going, upon arrival at O.R Tambo airport an escort from the JOA organization escorted her to the suburbs of Sunnyside and had viewed the flat green with envy. She was envious because even her house back home was not as exquisite as the flat she was to call home. It was a two en suit bedroom and bathrooms pad with a spacious living room and a kitchen with no enough room to swing a cat. It was very modern to say the least, black ceramic walls, black ceramic tiles and a grey double door fridge near the entrance. Furnished with a matching wall unit and a four plate black electric glass stove. Malaika had her face sullen when the thought of the other girls crossed her mind, she wished she didn't have to share with anyone, especially if it wasn't Beatrice. The kitchen was spot on though she gritted her teeth as she silently prayed that her house mates would be neat freaks like her. Rolling from her single bed and hitting the tiled floor with a thud, she knew it was another day, fresh start and new people. Growing up as an only child, she never liked the crowd and girls in groups made her feel nauseaous. The only friend she had was Beatrice from Rwanda. They had plans to apply for the JOA together but their plans were cut short as Beatrice never returned to school after their last holidays before graduations. She had just disappeared without a notice, no further communication, nothing. Since then she had promised herself not to leave room for friends, they were too decieving. She had done the rolling exercise before she could start primary school. Her mother; the dragon lady, needed Malaika's assistance at eight every morning, so Malaika learned that after falling from the bed, she didn't feel sleepy and was able to get to her mother before she got to her. The cold floor brought her back to life, she curled there like a cat that hasn't seen its owner for years, purring and content in its owner's arms. An hour later she was in the living room, it smelled of Airwick air freshner, and spotless. The deep lilac blue walls had a cozy feeling, like a summer evening spent by the lake. Deep lilac blue floor to ceiling curtains hung on the windows. A knotty pine table at the far end of the room, with its hand carved antique chairs which was just a right place for studying. They could change the chairs to make it look more stylish and comfortable for studying she thought, smiling to herself. In the middle of the room was a small glass table with brown wooden legs, surrounded by four black leather couches, she jumped on the big one feeling very jolly, things she used to do with Beatrice. They had been sisters, same height, same skin color, same body weight and same face types. They were inseperable and Beatrice spend all her holidays at Malaika's house, in three years Malaika had a sister who broke her heart when she went to bury her mother not allowing Malaika to go with her. She stepped down almost immediately, tears blinding her, she still miss her and hated her too. She slowly made her way to the main door, pausing briefly, opened it and peered outside then closed it again. She had to clean the house, she had to forget about Beatrice, she was gone and was never coming back. She swept the whole flat, not that it was dirty she just had to do it. Walking around the lounge, she would touch the big flat screen tv, hanging on the wall. She would switch it on and off, changing the channels in the process, ever so slowly. At home there was no tv. Mother didn't want it around, her father had promised her a DSTV Walka but he said she could get it herself when she got to South Africa. Well there was no need, not with that big screen that occupied most of the wall. she assured herself. Stepping out onto the balcony, she watched in adoration the suburb which was awake with everyday life below. Kids going to school, traffic congestion on the road next to the flat and the noisy sound of the morning train. Stepping back into the room, she hurried off to the bedroom to change before her house mates arrive. **************** Waltzing infront of the passage mirror, she had to make sure that she looked presentable. She had seen her rivals faces but had no idea what their taste in fashion was, only God knew the kind of girls she was to meet. She loved dressing up, when her mother wasn't looking or when she was at her aunt's house. Right after high school when she left home for Nairobi, she had entered few beauty pageants and had won most of them. Malaika was exceptionally beautiful. Her dark chocolate skin matching her eye color and short black hair. She loved smiling, which made her lips curl showing off her snow white teeth. Colored beads trapped down her chest, not large, but well proportioned with a firm shape that fit her toned body. No cellulite hinting at possibilities under her sun dress. Her already long legs were elongated by pink stilettos, toenails matching. She was a super model in her own little world. At a point she felt like dropping out of college, her mother almost had a heart attack. Her mother's reason was that; Malaika had what she never had, she grew up where there was no school and had chores to do from sundown till night fall. Her daughter had to show some gratitude. “But you let a good life without education Mama!” Malaika had tried to protest and her mother had slapped her across the face, making her nose bleed. “Wewe bora kumshukuru Mungu wako kwamba sikuwa kufa, kwa sababu kama mimi. Mimi ningelienda kuhakikisha kupoteza kila kitu. Kuharibiwa kufuru kipande cha takataka! ” ( “You better thank your God that I did not die, because if I did. I was going to make sure you lose everything. Spoiled ungrateful piece of rubbish!” ) Her mother had hissed at her. “Mama, jinsi gani unaweza kusema kwamba?” ( “Mother, how can you say that?” ) Malaika asked through tears. She hated Swahili, but had to speak it with her because her mother hated speaking the white man's language. Never eager to learn and always gave the old wives tale excuse that she was too old to learn. “Nendeni mkatuandalie chakula cha jioni, mjadala huu ni juu!” ( "Go and prepare us dinner, this debate is over!" ) Her mother warned her throwing a bottle of tradition cough syrup at her. From that day she had learned never to cross her mother, let alone talk to her freely about anything. Her mother still considered her a child because unlike women of her age, Malaika was not circumcised and had no say in anything that concerned women. She sometimes wondered how her father had managed to ask her mother out, she was a typical Masaai woman, too backward for her liking. Her mother was too tall, muscular, kept her head bald and had stretched ear lobes. To her, her mother was just someone who was always angry at something, never satisfied with the way Malaika did things. She was glad her father was a missionary, her mother's beliefs had no impact on her because her father's word was final. Well except that time she wanted to leave school for modeling, then her father had given his wife full responsibility. He had left for a mission work outside the country knowing that his wife would knock some sense into Malaika. |
| Christianity Etc › Re: Things To Look For In A Christian Boyfriend/Girlfriend by HumbledbYGrace(op): 5:58pm On Mar 28, 2013 |
CFCfan: Who is a Christian boyfriend?Rotfl Your badt man! |
| Nairaland General › Re: Happy Birthday Guys! by HumbledbYGrace(op): 5:52pm On Mar 28, 2013 |
[quote author=Mazi_Omenuko]Happy buff day HGB and co! Long live and prosperity:[/quote]thanks Mazi |
| Christianity Etc › Re: Things To Look For In A Christian Boyfriend/Girlfriend by HumbledbYGrace(op): 5:44pm On Mar 28, 2013 |
dagr8: [size=15pt]Just passing...Christian boyfriends and girlfriendshookay! |
| Nairaland General › Re: Happy Birthday Guys! by HumbledbYGrace(op): 5:32pm On Mar 28, 2013 |
Thanks guys...Centjie m only accepting calls today |
| Christianity Etc › Re: Things To Look For In A Christian Boyfriend/Girlfriend by HumbledbYGrace(op): 11:08am On Mar 28, 2013 |
El Guapo: [color=#0066ff]Thank God, some are beginning to believe its not all about Sexxlol |
| Christianity Etc › Re: The Christian Chatbox ( sticky) by HumbledbYGrace(op): 10:21am On Mar 28, 2013 |
toba: Happy Birthday, my love! May your day be super bright and super special, I wish I could attach my heart to this Birthday wish. That's how much you mean to me. Anyway Enjoy urself. Many folks on Nl are wishing u happy birthday so im certain u gonna enjoy this day.Thanks...I feel the love already. Thanks for the gift |
| Christianity Etc › Re: The Christian Chatbox ( sticky) by HumbledbYGrace(op): 10:19am On Mar 28, 2013 |
An0nimus: HappyBirthday HBG!!! I'll send you a gift by mail. I just hope NIPOST is still functioningif its not my Teddy pls don't! Thanks dearie And goodmorning to you too and the house |
| Christianity Etc › Re: The Christian Chatbox ( sticky) by HumbledbYGrace(op): 10:18am On Mar 28, 2013 |
ATMC: sugar lips happy birthdayyy how do i give you a present?I will PM you |
| Christianity Etc › Re: Things To Look For In A Christian Boyfriend/Girlfriend by HumbledbYGrace(op): 10:12am On Mar 28, 2013 |
@ Brother Ihedinobi thank you and your pardoned. @ Oluomad...m your sister...yeah |
| Nairaland General › Re: Happy Birthday Guys! by HumbledbYGrace(op): 9:59am On Mar 28, 2013 |
Thank you all....m truly blessed to have ya'll in my life  |
| Christianity Etc › Re: The Christian Chatbox ( sticky) by HumbledbYGrace(op): 7:38am On Mar 28, 2013 |
CFCfan: Lol. You are 23, but u said you were 26. I dey confused.I was joking Rey said I sound 25-28 so I wanted to see if I could fit for a 26 year old |
| Christianity Etc › Re: Things To Look For In A Christian Boyfriend/Girlfriend by HumbledbYGrace(op): 7:32am On Mar 28, 2013 |
CFCfan: @9lifes: Sorry for your predicament. Your ex was DEFINITELY a hypocrite. I agree that some so=called 'pastors' are even devil worshippers. SMH.lol You are spot on...btw 9lifes: its always a case of an ex. Just because she a cheat doesn't mean she will always be a cheat |
| Christianity Etc › Re: The Christian Chatbox ( sticky) by HumbledbYGrace(op): 7:24am On Mar 28, 2013 |
CFCfan: I thought you were between 21 and 22. So you are older than me.wat? I am older than you? Start calling me aunty M 23 but still your aunty do send the gift please |
...to spark up an argument or to cause confusion?...I pray u wont get any customer... 
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