Na your type we dey talk cz she cheat on u u go scatter her head with bullets ontop say u dey Nda...alaye beta allign, nothing new , d next one u meet isn't gonna be any better and the next after that.

NwaAmaikpe:


Somebody should ask her to confess.

No price, no pay... She must have brought it on herself.
If you investigate well...you'd see this woman might have done some extremely terrible things in the past.

So it's karma and the repercussions visiting her.

God is not wicked to let all of these happen to a good person.
She's obviously evil.

You as dumb as they come, you are pathetic....

everything assumes a spiritual dimension with your kind, just so you know this could happen to anybody...mumu..

Pure savagery, he had to block the user asap

An apt description of Reno Omokri, this is just too demeaning

Apt description of Reno Omokri

check this out

This clapback got this Twitter user blocked by Reno Omokri

An apt description of Reno Omokri

An apt description of Reno Omokri

Leboska:
It will be an insult for Reno to reply such bastardization of English language. Beside his a kid

Reno is known for spotting bad grammer, he didn't do such with this mean remark and do point out the bad grammar @ Leboska

below is a screen shot of how Reno blocked the user

The tweet with the attached picture made Reno so uneasy and rattled that he blocked one of his followers who tweeted the demeaning remark about him..Reno is known for his major clapbacks but he couldn't handle this..

An apt description of Reno Omokri

An apt description of Reno Omokri

An apt description of Reno Omokri

An apt description of Reno Omokri

An apt way of describing Reno Omokri

I came across this while going through my twitter handle, an apparently annoyed user has these to say about Reno Omokri.

oladejomayowamoshood@gmail.com

am pretty good at that...

Good roads are quite evasive and amusingly elusive in this part of West Africa called Nigeria, these are rather rare infrastructures to come by, and when you do come across such it's bound to be an antiquated stretch from colonial times constantly refurbished with concrete mixtures.

The seemingly stale roads we have are soul craving ones thus causing a carnage unmatched by the Nigeria civil war. Have seen roads with potholes as deep as the trenches of hell, while some are as steep as the crevices of the Grand Canyon.

Agbado area which lies between Lagos and Ogun strikes a chord when it comes to grave and gory roads. The roads are a sight to behold, government presence is missing thus negating the development of this awesome and virile municipality.

I was told that the road is always at its best in the dry season but I do not see any good there is to the road at all seasons, the dust spiralling from the gorges were enough to create a sandstorm.

My first visit to Adiyan was to see a friend, I had on a white T-shirt and a slightly faded blue jeans. Only if i had I known I would have donned something quite submissive to dust and dirt, within minutes my white T-shirt took on a new aura, it became brown, there and then I knew I was in for it.

Cars in the Adiyan and Agbado axis have amphibious appendages, vehicles are now modified to take on the rivers and marshes we call roads, you should see the Volkswagen buses better known as "danfos", the way they toil and strain just to wade through copious amount of water, they have seeming oars to paddle their way through this much water and you can hear the engines huffing and puffing.

It is mind bogging and heart wrenching when you consider the monetary renderings for roads and its execution, when you place that in contrast with what we have then you are bound to wail and dole out curses at the handlers and their numerous cohorts who are saddled with giving us good roads.

Also of notable mention is the rate at which Olympic sized pools are sprouting up in the middle of our roads, with a swimming trunk and eye googles you are good for a plunge, saddening enough we don't have medals at the olympic for swimming, an irony of some sort so to say since we have pools at every turn.


The first step to ridding the summary carnage on our roads is consistency on the path of our rather inconsistent government, more attention should be paid to roads. Monitoring teams should be set up at motor parks to curtail the intake of alcohol by drivers, questionnaires and toll free numbers should be readily available.


Contractors should be screened while also having a track record that is unassailable. Bidding process for contracts should be fair and open, no cutting corners or bypassing laid down process because when such happens we get substandard roads.

This is a short piece, had a rather rash breakup and a sudden one at that, this is me pouring my empty heart all out..


There's quite a trench in my heart, an evasive hole that needs constant filling..I tried dumping some bits nd pieces of emotions in it but still the brim is still far fetched, it seems my hole can't be filled. I tried some potty but it keeps eating every chunk of potty I throw at it. It worries me as much as it troubles me, who do I trun to to fill this vacuum.

Love is wearing me out completely..am weaned and drained and am so strained, love certainly sucks especially when you are short of love.

Am not the best there is, have certainly got my shortcomings but I hope I find someone who deems it fit to mold me to a better being while also loving me, am apparently asking for too much and am quite sure am gonna get less.

I hope I hit love's jackpot cz am constantly losing out and it's freaking me out. I need some help, I need quite a lot of help, I need much more than a lot.

How do I get loved cz every turn I make is a wrong one and every word I say is a blunt one.

The dread that comes with hunger held onto me, I was becoming feverish and the rumblings in my tummy could be heard a mile away, I adjusted my shirt while also wiping out the strings of salty sweat gaping through the pores of my skin, there was some leftover beans from the previous night I should have eaten before coming but the gas that comes with beans especially one left to ferment overnight wasn't one I was willing to contend with considering my rendezvous with Anabel.

The wait was becoming unbearable, my legs were starting to twitch and the sun was hitting hard on my skin, there was no way I could reach out to her, my battery was almost flat and to top it all I had no call unit on my phone but I told myself how unrare it's for ladies to keep to time that consolation alone made me wait a while.

The car eased into the parking lot with no sputter from the engine, she chose a prime location to park, the sharp pangs of hunger eluded me at an instant after sighting her, eewo, you should see her, she had this air tight body worth worshipping, I cleared my throat, adjust the sweat draped sleeves of my shirt and walked up to her...

I was in bed drooling when her call came in, I strained my eyes to see the name on my altered screen, a quaint and soothing voice seeped through and I was awed by every bit of it, she almost lulled me back to sleep with her voice, so sweet was her voice that my ears held on to it.

"Good morning mayowa" this quaint and soothing voice was one unheard of by my ears, I stayed mute while trying to figure out where I had encountered such awe ridden voice but I came up blank and even more confused as to where I might have met such creature.

"Am Anabel we met on facebook" if I were to start a census of how many Anabel's I had hunted on facebook it would be a lengthy exercise with ample time to it, I had a long list of Anabel's on my facebook so it was hard narrowing it down to an exact one, not wanting to sound dismissive I festered on the possibility that I had met her acquaintance online.

The power of words they say can charm even the stone hearted, Anabel was practically pleading to meet with me, apparently my psyched up chats with her on facebook had done the trick of winning her over... "am a busy man with a tight schedule can we fix this for another day".
I was the utterly jobless type who lived on handouts and at the mercies of others and here I was faking a busy schedule.

I picked out my well starched shirt, while also picking out a blue denim to go with it, it was the perfect ensemble ever, the tone of the shirt and its blue murals complimented the hue of the jeans, within the confines of my mind I said to myself "Anabel wagba" which meant "Anabel you ain't seen nothing"..

Her stern voice blared out, "who the hell are you to call at this rather odd hour" I was taken aback for some minute with a rude shock and loss of what to say..."Mayowa or what do you call yourself this is an ungodly hour to call a lady", she was in a haste to bang the call but for some divine reason she held back the urge to do so.

In a calm and subtle voice I tendered an apology which to my utmost surprise she readily accepted..."I know its kinda odd to have placed a call through to you at this rather odd hour but I had a tasking day which gulped up every bit of my leisure time but an overwhelming need and urge to hear your voice led me to call at this rather odd instant"..

This is an apology line I had rehearsed and perfected over and over again, each word were carefully crafted in my brain and I doled them out with the ease that comes with breathing.

It was a good enough reason, her stern voice dialled down all of a sudden and she apologised for the crude attitude she exhibited, you should have seen the smile on my face, I was happy, I nailed it and the fact that she apologised sweetened the deal altogether.

We talked on till the beeping tone of my battery said it was enough, she was apparently charmed by the fictitious love tales and admiration I was rendering, when I told her it was about time I left I could sense the displeasure in her voice, she wasn't ready to let go which to me was a signal that I was making a headway right into the confines of her heart.