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Are we supposed to blow trumpet for the Nigerian Police because they pushed a broken down car? |
Biko, drop the next one. This suspense is melting my heart. |
Frankenstein:I Will Take You Up On That. Broaden My Horizon Yeah? |
m.bbc.com/sport/football/41193280 Clink On Link To View Full Story. |
Bibiana Steinhaus will become
the Bundesliga's first female
referee after she was chosen for
Werder Bremen's game at Hertha
Berlin on Sunday. The 38-year-old police officer was
appointed to Germany's top flight in
May after six years officiating second-
tier games. In August she was in control of
Bayern Munich's first round German
Cup win against Chemnitzer. She also refereed the Women's
Champions League final earlier this
year. "My anticipation for the first game in
the Bundesliga is, of course, very
great," said Steinhaus, who was also
a referee at Women's Euro 2017. "I am delighted that this great
challenge for my team and I is finally
going on Sunday. We are definitely
very well prepared." |
Give her space ni, maybe something is up somewhere and she needs time to think. |
And Oh! 'You Are Sexy' not being a compliment but a word of advice, is a really fracked up way of viewing things. |
inkdbetty:My apologies if you feel as if i have misunderstood your point but its an opinion anyway. |
Sexy, is it not superficial something? What does being sexy and attractive have to do with someone's morals? I can decide to dress good because i am comfortable with dressing good. My curves is my business. It has nothing to do with my heart or my whatever you said. And who said men do not want to marry a sexy lady? |
Cross Dressing does exactly mean homosexuality, now does it? |
kingphilip:Done With This One, Yes. Like I Said, Long Prose Is Not My Calling. |
francesawesome:This is the only answer christians have to questions or arguments about God or religion. |
fisher101:WO! |
The way to know is to see the somebody's backside. |
xcommando:You mean 'efik'? :/ -_- |
If you are in Uyo and you know where i can get good brown and silver coloured beads (maybe other colours too), please do tell me. I have an idea i wish to go through with. ![]() |
ayxmania:That Is Actually It. There Are No Follow Up Chapters. Its Short... IUsually Do Not Write Really Long Prose. I Am Short Story Person. Sorry If You Thought Something Else Was Coming. I Will Post More Short Stories Though. |
Evablizin:WHAT A NIGHTMARE!! NO ONE SHOULD GO THROUGH SUCH. |
How does she eat, sleep, bathe or walk or feel comfortable at all. I am trying to understand the beauty or comfort or satisfaction she gets from keeping them. Oh well! We all do things differently anyway, its all personal. |
Creativity At Its Best. |
Finally! I am here. After going through 34 torturing pages of suspense, beauty, word mastery and skill, your ability to keep us interested is something i am still trying to learn. Keep up the good work. You are going places definitely... what is your name on facebook, i wish to follow you up. |
I like where this is going. |
Wilted flowers in the hot sun Dry brown eyes Prickling heat Scratching rashes Hardened kinky curls Ebony skin and dehydrated tongue A wandering soul on an endless journey in search of hope and rest. Surrounded by oil stained waters And burning zinc Dying tree stumps, trees cut in half. Dirty streets, refuse stacks. Desert of pain, too weak to cry. Trampled upon, she lost her voice. (This poem was also featured on tushstories.com . Check it out to read more interesting stories, articles and poems.) |
thesicilian:SLAY is like a slang, and it means making a strong overwhelming impression with something you do or you have done, could be a performance or a job you were told to do. In today's world, it refers to making a statement with your style and fashion. |
There is nothing special about washing plates or cooking except he's turning your kindness into a maid service then dump the dude in a baby cot where he belongs. |
jessejunior:It is thier culture and they are comfortable. |
She wore a pretty dress, it had flowers all over it. It reached down below her knees and danced around her ankles. Black velvet flats, she didn't care about her height, short hair and rough face. Soft fair skin and pink lips... Not too pink but pink enough. I went to church to see her and to hold her hand. I didn't put in any offering because I don't care, God has enough and more in His/Her storage house. He doesn't need my N50. I was in church so I can get a chance to hear her voice apart from phone calls. To watch her lips move, to listen to her say my name. Dirty thoughts in church. I'm surprised I'm not dead yet. I went to church with no bible, my conscience would fight with me and win because I'll be too busy reading the patterns on her skin and not getting convicted by Paul's teachings. She's good. She's a church girl. My church girl. My beautiful church girl. She knows all my secrets and doesn't let the aunty and uncles poison her mind. I'll go to church next Sunday, maybe I'll take her home this time. |

