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It suffices that the Elder perished here than the Elder was captured here. We divined for the Chief also known as Down who sleeps in a basket as his leg obstructs the street, he was the patron of the tortoise that cultivates the sky and the son of a belch. It happened that he eavesdropped and learnt that his wife who tied a hundred wrappers but none reached her knees was seeing the marabou that owns a well but baths with spittle... The Moon was their witness. Down was irritated but Ifa warned him of limitations.
So he went to consult his alter ego under the river that just flows and to hunt an alibi where neither the Sun nor the Moon penetrates, it was so dark and eerily silent, you could only hear yourself meditate and maybe Oluweri would counsel you... Oluweri kept a pet, Dark Secrets.
Then he went to the house he built with cotton wool but his wife had absconded. She should have left her head behind, he paid for it. The moon giggled outside where he ate Cayenne pepper and invoked Sango who sent flames to consume the lovers and veiled the sky.
He raised his head and shoulders and levitated, he would surprise the lunatic Moon, teach it to mock, kick it around... He mused as he rose. The World watched. As he peaked the highest mountain, the clouds shifted and he beheld the immensity of the Moon. He was upset. The moon stared him down as he grabbed the clouds futilely and fell because they were slippery... He remembered the Oracle and promised not to fall the way he was, he pronounced the mantra for transfiguration and became a Downpour. So the Chief also known as Down fell on the World.

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Last night I was at a wake keep and the reverend was talking about different characters and disobedience, he used a dog for illustration, he said some people could be likened to dogs who would eat anything even their own very waste, really? Ok. He said he once visited his friend that purportedly had a bitch, this dog went to a feast and ate its fill. What was strange about this sermon was that he portrayed the dog as a ruminant animal, whereas dogs don't regurgitate because they don't have abomasum, omasum and what have you, gods help us, but dogs are hearty eaters, that one. The man of God said this dog ate everything served at the feast and drank more than everybody then it headed home where its puppies were waiting and starving, when it arrived it prostrated before the puppies as it inserts its hand into its throat and somehow managed to manipulate its esophagus so as to vomit. It did vomit and the puppies pounced on the vomit, then the bitch joined in too, the moral of the story he said is that some people are like that, they eat anything and even encourage others to indulge in their avarice and gluttony, I meant to ask this man how it was possible anatomically for a dog to have a hand, and how such a hand could reach inside its throat, ofcourse I couldn't ask such a question but I decided that the man would have made a better fiction writer than a cleric. I bet he doesn't even has a friend that has a puppy talk much of a bitch. Talking about dogs, there was this hunter that went hunting but could kill nothing after so many days, he had penetrated the jungle deeply, you know when you get too far into the jungle you will never encounter running water but if you were lucky you might find a pond, still waters run deep you know and usually stinks, this one especially has algae or is it fungi growing on the surface, the hunter and his dog were very thirsty... to cut the long story short a crocodile seized his dog as it was lapping water, the hunter was petrified and fled, when he summoned courage and came running back, the croc had went underwater with the dogs half, the side with the head, its ass was left at the bank for the hunter maybe. Since he couldn't kill any quarry and was famished he just made fire right there and roasted the other half and ate, when he ate he went home crying that his dog was missing.
Don't mind me and my doggish story ok, it might be about cats the next time, anyways its gonna rain cats and dogs agin, dont mind me next time i will let the cats out of the bag.
#Nlwriters

fikfaknuel:
Not here sha...Start a thread then You just upload the number of words you've written here.

oh yea, ok

very good, i will drop something soon

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the fashion police warns of cardiac arrest if you are in the habit of wearing ur heart on ur sleeves....

novakane:
Now i knw why Eke40seven...piccolo... Illicit... Blackeard...had to lay low... I shld do the same

NOVA, u r the SUPERSTAR.

blackmamba1st:
Throw stones ke?
Make dem use the stones build beta house jare.
I don SEE RIGHT THROUGH dis ur pun, e CRACK me up and i gbadun am. Na beta GLASSIC.
Make I kuku use dis WINDOW of opportunity
troway some puns here.

Windows open, may God expand ur Vista

dont throw stones if you live in a glass house or else your loss is just a stonethrow away...

plant a vegetarian, and see if he will take root and grow

no body got ur back, dont front

What does a man tell his wife when he couldn't get an er.e.ction, sorry dear no hard feelings.

novakane:
Lol.. Dunno y Illicit is just...... all up in my case. (just-in-case)

Lol

Novakane be forming street like say him be asphalt

What do you do when you are short of words?
Visit Microsoft office.