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European Football (EPL, UEFA, La Liga) / Re: Official Chelsea Fan Thread: Champions Of Europe 2021 by JigsawKillah(m): 8:02pm On Jul 03, 2021 |
popizaino: Lol I don't envy you at all. |
European Football (EPL, UEFA, La Liga) / Re: Official Chelsea Fan Thread: Champions Of Europe 2021 by JigsawKillah(m): 7:49pm On Jul 03, 2021 |
popizaino: Big man Popizaino! You still dey breathe from the hairs of Pep's balls or you've been delivered? 1 Like 1 Share |
European Football (EPL, UEFA, La Liga) / Re: Official Chelsea Fan Thread: Champions Of Europe 2021 by JigsawKillah(m): 7:48pm On Jul 03, 2021 |
Ibime: I have been around though, just not here. |
European Football (EPL, UEFA, La Liga) / Re: Official Chelsea Fan Thread: Champions Of Europe 2021 by JigsawKillah(m): 7:07pm On Jul 03, 2021 |
By the power conferred on me by the council of read-only gang, I sanctify this thread like SB in JM's first stint. May we not Gerrard as we head towards the EPL battle. May we not receive premium Ls like the bald ones, or get stripped and whipped along the streets of NL like the Amala Turners on Suit. Long may we reign! May we not spend millions of pounds on a Fridge that won't ice ordinary water. May we not become accustomed to tardiness and mid-table finish and winning the away jersey beauty pageant, may our hunger be sated with proper trophies, and may we continuously eat. May TT not develop yellow teeth overnight. May we continuously whine waste to the gbedu in the venues of our rivals. All these and more we ask in the name of the round leather game! Fenibeso has said it. Otum has said it. Onero has said it. So shall it be! Ise! 3 Likes 1 Share |
Poems For Review / Re: Psalms Of Lust by Jigs Lionheart by JigsawKillah(m): 3:06am On Dec 08, 2020 |
DRILL AWAY you can't move me for i am as heavy as an inflated balloon and your unclothed skin a needle. you can try needless to say that i want you to try lest i fly away and find greater joy in the skies. but should you dare to put me on my back though i am as recalcitrant as a rock underneath the earth hardened by age your finger would be a drilling machine under whose watch i'll give way. |
Poems For Review / I Must Be Mad by JigsawKillah(m): 2:53am On Dec 08, 2020 |
I see things; like the lady who sells foodstuffs, her dark eyes shining from the corner of her window a hen gauging a recalcitrant cockerel her trailing gaze a brick of cement chained to my feet while i trudge in feigned oblivion. In my imagination, i see her on her toes for a tall window will be no hindrance her heavy set behind stressfully tucked inside denim jeans threatening to jail break, i say a silent prayer for its success sometimes for it's a revolutionary leader and i am a staunch believer. her back bare barring the impressed lines from consistent usage of bra straps her chest is covered by a shirt pressed firmly to her skin with one hand while the other props her up, to aid a better view. i also see my neighbour; her massive bosoms flailing like David's stones I must be Goliath. while her hands dances all over my body 'touch me in all places', she pleads her eyes lightens up with expectations her smell of hot bread inviting she pulls my hands to underneath her wears– a gown held closed by a line of thread– ostensibly bare, just for this purpose. she presses my palms to her chest "don't you want this?" she quizzes her widened lips revealing a decades long tradition of daily teeth washing strictly adhered to. alas but I am faithful. and mad. 4 Likes 2 Shares |
Poems For Review / Re: Psalms Of Lust by Jigs Lionheart by JigsawKillah(m): 2:54pm On Nov 14, 2020 |
joseph1832: lol soro soke, champ! |
Poems For Review / Re: Psalms Of Lust by Jigs Lionheart by JigsawKillah(m): 2:51am On Nov 14, 2020 |
A HAIKU TO NOVEMBER Harmattan approach, But it's your moist I prefer; A cove for the fallen. |
Poems For Review / Re: Psalms Of Lust by Jigs Lionheart by JigsawKillah(m): 10:21pm On Nov 08, 2020 |
DRIPPY PARTNER Oh, hop to the rhythm of my thrusts Gallivant to the sweetness of my loins Chime to our ardous breaths a sensuous noise Oh, my drippy partner I will saunter on this slippery floor A stamping ballet inside your core Poke and stoke until you shudder for more Oh, my drippy partner Memories etched in and out my eye Our romps a must pick from every pile My legs always long for your flooded thigh Oh, my drippy partner |
Poems For Review / A Good Day To Protest by JigsawKillah(m): 6:21pm On Nov 06, 2020 |
i tried to find a voice to sing my lips part but not a sound it's my brothers the bullets sting but it's me who hits the ground as we battle for a nation one where we could succeed but the only ovation we receive they make us bleed how the soil had a bloody meal white earth has turned to red all we did was tell our feel and then we end up dead no respect, no regards for the souls our leaders killed human beings without a heart in corruption our blood is spilled because we tweeted, and retweeted hoped that they would listen but now we stand, bloodied, defeated waiting to be killed or flung in prison oh my nation, you were once great with potentials, a future's bright can we recover? is it not late for the oppressed to see the light in a democratic world affair dictators pretend to rule it's not iron fist, it is clear when your leaders didn't go to school i stay puzzled how we got to here where lives do not matter but it's time to overcome the fear and let their party scatter © Jigs Lionheart 1 Like |
Poems For Review / The Fright Of Every Nigerian by JigsawKillah(m): 5:33pm On Oct 09, 2020 |
The Fright of Every Nigerian may your first visitor not be as untrained and blinded to the wails of his fellows and deaf to the dead bodies that litters the streets as the authorities for if he who knocks is battered from the cruelty of his masters conditioned by slavery hardened from picking up crumbs like a bird's beak treat him as you would the messiah should he visit as you would treat the sovereign one glistening in his radiant wears for your visitor owns your life simply at his master's behest should it be him Solomon in all his infinite wisdom could barely advise you enough no, not Solomon he never chained men in their schools if it is him, make peace with your deity for your time which had lingered since you drew your first has decided to make a showing to ensure your next dozen breaths are your last for if it is he uniformed armed a member of the Nigeria's armed forces he will slaughter you so because his master said so. #EndSars #EndPoliceBrutality © Jigs Lionheart 2 Likes 1 Share |
Literature / Re: Today's Monday And Other Short Stories by JigsawKillah(m): 5:20pm On Oct 09, 2020 |
The morning began with Peter walking down the road, trying to whistle to a tune. "Neighbour wey sabi," I whispered as I watched him with interest. He seemed as self-amused as ever as he galloped down. As soon as he sprung into clearer view, I could see him shortly attempt to whistle and then erupt in a burst of muffled laughter that seemed self-mocking. No sooner had he stopped laughing than he resumed his effort. His mouth pushed forward and his lips formed a close 'O' as his chest heaved and sunk in futility. Rinse, repeat. Only pausing to catch his breath. I tried to guess what was going on in his head; perhaps he'd found entertainment in his failed whistling attempts, maybe a new girl at the office had him excited, or perhaps it was just a Thursday--another day in Peter's life. Whatever it was, it had Peter sticking to script; I had seen this routine playout for the past few days. With very slight variations. I indulged my thought process in many possibilities, and let it take me to absurd inferences. Self-aware and revelling in how the "wake-and-bake" was stretching my imagination on the subject. I was perched behind an uncompleted building I'd discovered days back as Peter passed by. This spot was especially comfortable. Everything happened with a peaceful, predictable choreography/rhythm. Bird chirps echoed as lizards occasionally rustled and leapt, through the walls and onto the carpet grass laid out across most of the floor. Sited at a good distance from the road, it provided solitude from the noise and entropy everywhere else. I was completely shielded from the outside while simultaneously having an unrestricted view of the road. This made for a great place to smoke weed and engage my faculties in the early mornings, away from prying eyes, sensitive nostrils, and busybodies, or as I collectively call them; neighbours. It happened fast. I must have been distracted by a lingering thought, as I autopiloted to light my quenched weed. But in a second I was jolted to the present by the sight of something amiss. Peter was on the ground with both his arms spread wide apart. Three strange figures towered over him and one seemed to be giving him a pat-down while Peter looked like he was writhing in pain. It immediately registered to me that he just got robbed and was probably stabbed in the confrontation. I upped out of hiding & made towards him as fast as I could, roaring "thief!" as I paced. But I was too late. All three had dissolved into the corners before I was even halfway close. I got to Peter and he was barely moving. His head was sitting in an unnatural position. A gaping wound on his throat was visible to the sun and the soil beneath the upper half of his body was drenched in blood. The slow jerky movement he initially had quickly eased to a halt as I stood there in shock. And then I started shouting, looking left and right, moving from one spot to another, searching for any help, any vehicle to take us to a nearby hospital. None was forthcoming. I got to the closest junction, saw a Police van some minutes after and I waved them down. The policemen came and one observed Peter and pronounced him dead. This piece of news sent a bolt of grief down my spine. I wasn't left with ample time with which to register it before another policeman sent a slap to my face. A chubby one rushed to my back, bent my frozen hands behind and a metallic clink erupted, notifying me of the restriction of my hands. He ran his hands through my being and fished out a lighter, a halved bag of weed, a couple of Naira notes and my Nokia torchlight phone. "Igbo smoker!" He said. "You done kill am abi?" "Officer nor be me o!" I wailed. "Shut up!" Yet another said, a slap accompanying the spittle he had sent to my face. "See igbo for your hand." That was when I realized in horror that the weed was still in my hand. I dropped it and received a slap, then a couple of fingers forced it back into my palms. "O your igbo! Ol am!" The chubby one behind me shouted, dishing out slaps to either of my exposed cheeks. I tried my best to protect my face from their slap-trained palms, but it was useless. I looked at Peter on the ground, the Policemen hovering around me like sharks who had perceived blood and I knew my fate was sealed. "See as your body dey smell igbo!" The officer continued. "Criminal! Where the tin wey you take shook am? Where am!" "Officer na help i..." Slaps, punches, and kicks rained on me then. I was at a loss. I tried to cry but the tears wouldn't come. I instead kept shouting for help that I knew wouldn't come until I couldn't. And when my body couldn't take the beating anymore, I passed out. The next time I opened my eyes, I was being thrown into the back of the van and someone was saying "He kill am finish he wan pretend! God done catch am!" My neck felt like a brick was placed on it, no matter what I did, I couldn't move it. I could taste the warmth and saltiness of blood in my saliva. I was numb. I drifted away. #endpolicebrutality © Jigs Lionheart 2 Likes 1 Share |
Poems For Review / Re: Psalms Of Lust by Jigs Lionheart by JigsawKillah(m): 9:27pm On Sep 05, 2020 |
NARROW PATH she will dance she will sing with any chance she will weep she will clap filled with joy as her narrow path saves another one she will groove as her eyes dim her screws will loose life is sweet he will slide he will ride as her narrow path saves another chap 1 Like 1 Share |
Poems For Review / Re: Psalms Of Lust by Jigs Lionheart by JigsawKillah(m): 6:58pm On Sep 05, 2020 |
HEAVEN heaven is where my ascension and descension culminates in the eruption of warm liquids |
Poems For Review / Start Asking by JigsawKillah(m): 10:17am On Sep 05, 2020 |
Why do you say nothing? Why? Why are you so comfortable being abused, Being looted, Being impoverished, And yet, you say nothing? Why? You voted in a democratic government Your president has demonstrated Nothing but dictatorial laws, But yet, you are silent! The basic amenities they were supposed to procure They haven't provided it. You still purchase them with your hard-earned money. They have now gone on to increase the price of such things. But yet, you say nothing. Why? E nor concern you now. Okay, it is not in your place to talk to them, Of course, it is not your place. But is it in your place to suffer? What do I even know? People like to trend for all the wrong justifications. People trended we are tired, They trended enough is enough, You contributed zero voice, Oh, but it's BBNaija and you're loud. You picked a critical time to be apolitical! You sit in front of the TV While they share your future behind the scenes! You're not unaware You just don't care. Why? Okay, people have been talking for long Nothing has come out of it. Did you talk when others were talking? Did you lend your feet to a solidarity march? Or your voice to a revolutionary shout? Or clench your fist with the poor to say: Afa, Government people. We are tired. Did you? Oh no, but I'm one in more than a hundred and forty million people, What does the voice of a single man in millions count for? Oga, madam, one plus one is two. Our people like to say Na cooperation dey make pot of rice full. You are thinking of yourself alone, That is why you're not talking, That is why you're silent, That is why they have the audacity to loot and go scot-free! That is why they have the mettle to hike the prices of anything they want Because they know you will only grumble. Time will pass, and you'll go back to suffering and smiling Don't you think it's time for a change? Don't you think it's time to revolt and say for real that we are tired, and back those words with a mean face Clenched teeth, clenched fist A ready for anything stance A shout of defiance Don't you think it is time? Our fathers made the terrible mistake of accepting everything; Look at where it got us. Some of us are fathers and mothers Think about where it will get our kids to. When will we stop being silent? When will we start being loud for the right things? When will we start demanding for what is rightfully ours without fear of suppression? They can kill a man, they can't kill an idea. Whatever you are doing, give a shout of defiance And say enough is enough! Say we are tired! Start demanding for your rights! Start demanding transparency in governance! Start rejecting the peanuts they dole out as minimum wage! Start asking for what is truly yours! Start asking for a better Nigeria! Start asking! ©Jigs Lionheart 1 Like 1 Share |
Poems For Review / For When He Can Read by JigsawKillah(m): 3:15pm On Aug 23, 2020 |
if i passed you these words myself i did it passing you a near empty glass with beer droplets running riot at the bottom led by the tilting of your young fingers guide these droplets into your mouth like a mound of your favourite dish for a peer do i consider you to be different generations, but same times know my father passed these to me but in different terms, mere words a term i later came to regret for it birthed my very first disregard though no fault of his, my father was smart and when he did speak was it in parables in coded words that needed no hacking like hiding a password in plain sight in simpler terms will i pass this down in more simpler terms do i charge you to pass down same orientations for not teaching was how we stopped learning whatever you do in life, my good son there are a billions of rules governing it but one fundamental rule should you not skip endeavour to enjoy yourself let not the wailings of sad people nor the happy shouts of successful peers wear you down - treat all the same as you will a pinch of salt for doing more has been known to be the grassroots of distress no, the hurts will come still your only duty as a man is to be strong do not cower to feminine admonitions or succumb to external yearnings if you feel the need to soak garri in the presence of rice, do you a lesson i never understood on time again, due to no fault of my father's for i was a slow learner, i was told an opinion i have gone on to rubbish son, know your numbers for while you must enjoy life numbers will take you everywhere around the world, with respect for it's numbers that will ensure you chase your dreams and stay happy it's not a priority, but essential nonetheless lesser value than water, greater than opinions for poor people don't have opinions just thoughts trickled down from the rich irrespective of how i end up, i guarantee you your daddy is rich in his own way conformation is an abomination unless it is to achieve a goal or interest your hardest test may this be be rest assured you will be fine what you do never sell yourself short, dear child you are a Lord of all things demand for what's yours, for wiser men have said closed mouths starve lastly, do not stop reading for so doing will you be self aware know your deity, know your history know your rights, know yourself ©Jigs Lionheart 2 Likes 1 Share |
Poems For Review / Re: Psalms Of Lust by Jigs Lionheart by JigsawKillah(m): 3:13pm On Aug 23, 2020 |
joseph1832: it's one of those ones i couldn't find a title for. |
Poems For Review / Re: Psalms Of Lust by Jigs Lionheart by JigsawKillah(m): 1:02am On Aug 23, 2020 |
joseph1832: no. |
Poems For Review / Re: Psalms Of Lust by Jigs Lionheart by JigsawKillah(m): 3:32pm On Aug 22, 2020 |
UNTITLED i will whistle a tune on my way to you there will i be soon to feed on your stew 2 Likes 1 Share |
Poems For Review / Re: Psalms Of Lust by Jigs Lionheart by JigsawKillah(m): 3:30pm On Aug 22, 2020 |
UNTITLED …broken in a thousand pieces but pieced together by the warmth inbetween her thighs… |
Poems For Review / Re: Psalms Of Lust by Jigs Lionheart by JigsawKillah(m): 10:41am On Jun 09, 2020 |
TALES OF A RUNG Its proclivities dither Around satiny walls Soused floors splintered For more, her beauty calls Its size the dames will wonder If it's right to sate a lust Its birthright's to sail and plunder So it might just gain a trust Its recalcitrance is appalling So all must wield with care A pipe, when always falling Morale is replaced with fear Yet, it is loved and hated It births life when stood upright Makes a man shine or faded The rung has a vast might 2 Likes 2 Shares |
Poems For Review / Re: Psalms Of Lust by Jigs Lionheart by JigsawKillah(m): 7:24pm On Jun 02, 2020 |
GODDESS ON MY BED I will worship thee, o' goddess on my bed Your beckoning finger do I trail, set to pounce Your limbs parted, a solicitation to my head "Your spittle moisturizes I like elites on poor towns!" O' goddess of the fair planet, I approach Your bony thighs I navigate past with my hands Two fingers part your walls, a giant in one stroke I get to work and let you cry, though you never had a chance Goddess in a black skin, do my black hands caress Your hips, your ribs, while your arms kept your legs raised My arms toured your lips, your neck, and ended on your chest They squeeze tipped balls to my goddess, at her temple my tongue will praise Finally I prod! Every thrust taken in with glee Her position is not constant, quintessential NEPA style Inhabited by angels and gold is the land I see As two gods became one, to push each other wild 3 Likes 3 Shares |
Literature / Re: Today's Monday And Other Short Stories by JigsawKillah(m): 10:45am On May 28, 2020 |
Ndi Amaka "As I dey follow you dey talk laik dis, she nor wan leave my troza!" Obuko yelled into the phone. He has been on the phone for 30 seconds and I'm sure whoever was on the other side is shaking terribly. He howled like he would kill both the person on the phone and Amaka. “Make una telam o! I go kee person pikin o!” he shouted into the phone, whilst stealing a glance our way. Amaka didn't even budge. Neither did I and my clique. It isn't like we didn't want to help Obuko out. In fact, our hearts are bleeding for him. But Amaka has made it clear that whenever she's fighting anyone, we should steer clear. Adamson, my friend had received a punch that nearly blinded him once trying to separate Amaka and Ghenero fighting. That's not the worst of it. There was a girl called Chioma I was eyeing some time back. She had my mumu button for some time until Amaka unintentionally severed the battery connection by battering both of us. No shame. I admit Amaka has beaten me. And in my defence, she has beaten a lot of boys in the area as well. So Amaka and Chioma had a little beef whilst fetching water from the tap which supplies the whole neighbourhood with water. When NEPA decides to favour us, buckets and gallons are lined up in front of the three taps, and it was run on a first come first serve basis. Amaka came later than Chioma. But Chioma can be lousy, so when Amaka had whacked a child's bum for spattering sand her way, Chioma exploded, since the child happened to be her, Chioma's sibling. She hurled all sorts of expletives Amaka's way. I watched the whole debacle within earshot. Amaka didn't wait for Chioma to finish her outburst before pouncing on her. A voice in my head suggested I sat that one out, and I should've listened. Chioma was pummeled so bad, she fell and crashed into the line of buckets and didn't get up on time, thereby receiving another heavy slap on her face. I ran from my sitting spot to help Chioma. To save her, or so I thought. Brethren, I was pummeled too. Before another slap could touch Chioma who was feigning unconsciousness so as to get away from Amaka's beating, I held Amaka's hand, and violently shoved her away. She fell down, and when she got up, she gave me Edge's spear, Randy's RKO, Roman Reigns' Superman Punch! I pretended to look for a bottle or something to fight with, then disappeared into a corner, watching the remainder of the match. Chioma was picked up and used to scatter the long line of buckets and gallons. Nobody coughed. Nobody interfered. And after Amaka was done, she placed her buckets in front of the line instead of behind. Nobody opposed. Amaka has a long list of victims who had interfered and came out different or berating themselves for not minding their business. So when Obuko kept screaming into the phone, and silently crying for help from us, we couldn't utter a word. He knew if someone doesn't step in and take away Amaka's attention from him, he's set for some beating. “Tok to am o!" Obuko yelled again into the phone. He then passed the phone to Amaka and said: “Your senior broda wan tok to you.” Amaka collected the phone with one hand, her other still holding tight to Obuko's trouser. "Wetin happen?! So if me and my boyfren dey fight, na you be the judge abi? As I deh respect you so, respect yourself. Abi you wan buy this wahala?!" She terminated the call and placed the phone inside her bra. I watched the horror on Obuko's face and did nothing. He was dragged back into his one-room apartment like a child while he was shouting “I go kee you o! Make una telam o! I go kee person o!” We didn't hear the door being bolted as Obuko wouldn't stop shouting. He suddenly fell silent as sounds of "DOO! GBOOGOON! GOOM! KPA!" replaced his voice. It went on for 30 seconds before the door flew open, Obuko out with it. He didn't stay on the ground for a second before he ran away, following one of the many corridors in our face-me-i-face-you habitat. The rest of us didn't want to continue from where Obuko stopped. We disappeared, faster than even Obuko. Two hours later, we stood close to Obuko and comforted him. He had ice pressed to one of his eyes, a stitch on his head, one each on either side of his cheek, a torn lip with dried blood. Tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes. "If nor be say dem temme say make I nor dey beat woman," he said, still crying. The boys and I looked at each other and nodded in pity, then replied simultaneously, "we know, bros. We know." 4 Likes 6 Shares |
Poems For Review / Re: Psalms Of Lust by Jigs Lionheart by JigsawKillah(m): 9:58pm On May 26, 2020 |
A MINER'S TALE On a night underneath the beauty sky Under the earth in miles, her finest cry Salty fluids, lusty flesh, metal bones I dug and dug, until I touched stones 3 Likes 3 Shares |
Poems For Review / Re: Psalms Of Lust by Jigs Lionheart by JigsawKillah(m): 9:50pm On May 26, 2020 |
CYCLE Burnished with wax, From the tree of life. Being pierced is its tax, Then will it feel alright. 2 Likes 2 Shares |
Poems For Review / Psalms Of Lust by Jigs Lionheart by JigsawKillah(m): 9:48pm On May 26, 2020 |
CHARMED Mind oblivious of its duties I dash out to a pinkish sweet A vampire, like in the movies But, I only come alive after I eat 2 Likes 2 Shares |
Poems For Review / Re: Blunt Thoughts by JigsawKillah(m): 3:19pm On May 22, 2020 |
harlos: Lol yes, bros. How You? |
Poems For Review / Re: One Drip, Two Drip by JigsawKillah(m): 11:18pm On May 17, 2020 |
J2381: the idea of going out. I sat on a fence one night and it occurred to me. purples25: thank you, Miss. 2 Likes 1 Share |
Poems For Review / One Drip, Two Drip by JigsawKillah(m): 10:07pm On May 16, 2020 |
they laugh, but i fail to see the joke i tried, but i failed to lift the yoke this life, i just strain to see no hope one drip, two drip, that's how I'll go the stress, ate me until nothing's left i'm blessed? maybe the cursed is my breath i pledge, to take it off and i'm bereft one drip, two drip, that's why i'm slow i sat, in a corner of my room i'm sad, and i ponder on my doom life's fast, like virtual and like zoom one drip, two drip, my eyes are closed i drift, i glance at my savior i grip, then rap my last prayer my wrist, i slash with a razor one drip, two drip, passed out i go Jigs Lionheart 8 Likes 4 Shares |
Poems For Review / Re: Blunt Thoughts by JigsawKillah(m): 3:04am On Apr 20, 2020 |
harlos: my man! how long has it been? |
Poems For Review / Re: Blunt Thoughts by JigsawKillah(m): 1:02am On Apr 17, 2020 |
It must have been the hunger Said the man looking at the mirror Eyes sunken, throat looks longer It could have been the garri Five days without it already Water is all his body now carry Where did it all go wrong He would ponder, palm on chin It was every election day, all along It is also because of the masses Himself inclusive, mindless sheep With whom leaders wipe their asses How long would he stay like this Even though he had decided: not anymore He approached the rope tied to the ceiling - Jigs Lionheart 6 Likes 3 Shares |
Literature / Re: Today's Monday And Other Short Stories by JigsawKillah(m): 7:27am On Jan 07, 2020 |
PunFuMonQ: I no longer have access to my NL mail. What's up? If you want, you could drop your mail and I'll message you. |
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