I no my crunch oyin won't do that!!!!

am a bad guy ...no bae keep coming

bigtt76:
Ok buh can't make any sense outta this

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Last night was a dramatic one. Reports reaching us suggests that lots of students were assaulted and robbed off their belongings around the road close to the school park. Shops were looted and pandemonium broke out. Contrary to the rumours spreading around school, an eyewitness we spoke with this morning reported that he couldn't see much but took to his heels when a vehicle carrying a large number of suspected hoodlums suddenly stopped by. "Everyone at the park ran like hell. Most of us ran towards the hostel. I didn't know why they were chasing us but they chased us at full speed." A Man O' War representative informed us that they were on their normal patrol that night around CCE building when a car at full speed knocked down a motorbike conveying their Commander in Chief(C in C). This info as reported by the command was corroborated by other eye witnesses present at the scene in real time. The C in C was reported to have angrily queried the rationale of the said car driver's recklessness. According to reports reaching us, the drivers reply was rude and he showed no sign of remorse for his action. Some men stepped out of the vehicle and a scuffle between both parties ensued. Fortunately Chidebere Nwakali the brother of Kelechi Nwakali, a new signing for Arsenal football club left the vehicle unscathed. However, The Man O' War C in C was left heavily bruised from a matchet cut. The matter was later settled between both parties thanks to the timely intervention of a 3rd party (name withheld). When everything seemed to be finally settled, a vehicle coming from Ihiagwa suddenly swooped in, parked at the road around the school park, and out came about 6 hefty men who immediately began an unsolicited assault on any student at sight. Soon, they advanced to the hostels. Some Man O' War had to follow them up to keep the hostels safe. According to eyewitnesses at the hostels, the armed hoodlums were able to steal from a number of students before the Man O' War intervened. Chidebere Nwakali's vehicle was heavily vandalised. Eziobodo indegenes (Nwakali's people) are said to be pointing accusing fingers at the school's Man O' War Command with respect to the vandalised vehicle. In defence, the Man O' War Command denied any involvement in the vandalism. They claimed that it was a set up by the hoodlums who also vandalised another car. The Man O War also denied claims that Nwakali was ever harassed. Currently, the Dean, Students Affairs Unit has said he would be coming out with an open statement. Nwakali's people are displeased at the climax of the incidence. Updates will be coming soon... FUTO SIREN REPORTING... www.facebook.com/futosiren

Varagous:
more...

. . . iyaf Finnish

CHAPTER 4: ANOTHER ENDING A Beginning Recently I was in Greenwich at a store where pianos are rebuilt, repaired and sold. I was looking for something to replace my old Hardman Peck baby grand now that I’m playing again. While talking with the owner I mentioned the name of the man who had rebuilt my piano years before, without mentioning the personal details. The store owner knew the man and his wife, Anne. He told me, “They visit the store a lot. Too bad about his Alzheimers. She has it rough. Good people.” I nodded.

CHAPTER 3: THE MIDDLE Our Marriage Before the love affair with her piano teacher converted our marriage from a source of pride to an embarrassment for me, Anne and I were an ordinary suburban couple. Her friends became mine and mine became hers. We walked our dogs together each morning and evening from our house to a beach on the Long Island Sound owned by our homeowners association. We took vacations in winter to the warm islands in the Caribbean and in summer to Europe. We had friends to dinner and she became a favorite with my law partners. Our intimate life was normal except that her English cocker spaniel slept with us. He was protective and had to be banished from the bedroom when I wanted to touch her without being attacked The pride I felt in being her husband was magnified by an interesting change in my social status as soon as we were married. Our house, which had been my home for twenty years, is “the least expensive house in a most expensive neighborhood.” That’s how it was marketed when I bought it. I was nothing special to my neighbors until Anne arrived with her beauty, her elegance, her English cocker spaniel and her BMW (the only thing she kept from her prior marriage other than some jewelry). I sailed a 23’ sloop and soon became Commodore of our yacht club. Then I was elected president of the homeowners association. When we were divorced under circumstances that must have been known to many, I fell from that artificial grace.

CHAPTER 2: THE BEGINNING Meeting Someone Who Needs You As Much As You Need Her The beginning was filled with wonderful days when we admired each other’s wit and good looks. We were anxious to be married. I had just lost my young son, Alex, to cancer and was living alone in a house that had once been our home. I called her a few days after the funeral. We were married three months later. Her reasons for marrying me after so brief a courtship were never clear. She said that she fell in love with me at the funeral—something about my dignity in that tragic moment touched her deeply. The wedding was performed by a judge who had been my law partner in his brownstone office. She said “I do” even before the question was finished, eliciting smiles from the few close friends who were our witnesses.

CHAPTER 1: THE END Living With Someone Who Hates You Anne and I were divorced after five years of marriage, when she admitted to having an affair. I later learned it was with her piano teacher. After our divorce, and his, she married him. While giving her lessons on my old piano, he told me that the sounding board was cracked and the instrument needed to be rebuilt. I paid him $ 3,000 for the job. I didn’t suspect that there was another man until Anne’s behavior became peculiar; muffled telephone conversations, evasive answers about who was on the phone, hours away from home in the evenings and on weekends. When suspicions of infidelity overwhelmed my trust, I began asking pointed questions. Her denials were hollow and eventually led to an admission that she was in love with another man, but she didn’t tell me who it was. In fact, she said that I didn’t know him. Much later I learned that it was her piano teacher. Then I remembered the night that I came home and saw his cigarette butts crushed in a saucer on our kitchen table beside two used wine glasses. She hadn’t bothered to clean up the revealing mess. I wonder how many men have experienced living with a wife who has lost respect for them. You don’t know why you disgust her or when esteem became revulsion. You start to question things about yourself; do you chew with your mouth open, do you snore, do you wear ugly shoes, are you too fat, is it because you lost your hair? These are not basic qualities like kindness and generosity; but when your wife is treating you with contempt, then how you eat, what you wear and how you look become critical. She makes you feel repulsive. You become less of a man. You want to change to please her, but you can’t. Maybe it’s too late; or maybe you can’t change. I remember one humiliating lunch when our marriage was unraveling and I still thought there was something I could do to keep her. We were in a restaurant and I had no appetite so I ordered a salad. The lettuce leaves were larger than bite- sized and I wanted to eat with quiet dignity; not like a man born in the Bronx whose parents were children of Jewish immigrants, but like the men she dated in her Grosse Pointe Country Club past. I cut the salad into small pieces, carefully putting each one in my mouth individually and chewing quietly. It didn’t help. The separation agreement was written and converted to a divorce in less than a month; even faster than our courtship had become a marriage.

njiasi30:
Op u lied just to make FP re u nt d one dat opened a thread on romance sec yesterday nite dat u re looking 4 a girl with no make up 4 a serious relationship No wonder ur story is half baked Ppl comment on a topic nt bc it's real/fake, s/o might be facing d same challenges,and some ppl also gain knowledge 4rm it.

Pls try and make urs realistic so ppl can comment and others will learn.

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HateU2:
What did you do

. . nothing ooooo

donseeker8:
Sorry to say this if all what she wants is divorce...hmm may be she gat someone else outside that's giving her Ego... another thing is may b she earns more than u and u do not perform your normal duties..

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if its money... it not a problem I perform every rite to her and my in laws( her parents)

Merlissa:
Take her on a romantic trip...


And stylishly ask her what you are doing that she doesn't like

. thats if she agrees

Dotwillis1:
both of you should see your pastor for councelling

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several times ..... she don't even follow me to my church

any thing I do she complains..
she feel dejected at my present, am always truth full, humble and honest to her. but what my be the cause?
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all she wants is divorce

small tin

2BB4CB3E:
OP hope the person in question has a big ass!

signed [size=19pt] Sir Yanshious [/size]

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u too like yanch ooo

[quote author=superfelix post=47314282]Lol... well packaged Juju... [/quote. . bro u dae there.... confirm juju.

mhisbliss:
Goto deeper life they're many there

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don't abuse my church o

sinaj:
fighted erm fifted

. sinaj never applied make up .
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. to crunch on her... but long distance

I would wake up from my sleep

JixNation:
I don't get the message behind this thread

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awh

Jesus save your people

first come first serve. . oooh do they really exist? . #see what foundation av cause!!!

keke no dae ur area

hitting the rock, how? Oga u better block the storm

vicstar:


for here abi na for ya area?

. . for ma cabarn

STFUareyouG0d:
the thing just tire me o

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oga mi, make im no tire u oooo, u fit experience such .

Jorussia:
Bros leave the lady alone.Its in your eyes that she is ugly.

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u want me to drop ha pics

vicstar:


who dey play hard to get for ya side

. na sis chioma