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Rap Battles / Re: NL Rap Battles chatroom by JigsawKillah(m): 7:39pm On Dec 02, 2019 |
Kababs2 please drop a mail here, I'll message you. |
Literature / Re: Today's Monday And Other Short Stories by JigsawKillah(m): 12:15pm On Oct 31, 2019 |
nauto5: What do you see? |
Literature / Re: Today's Monday And Other Short Stories by JigsawKillah(m): 12:14pm On Oct 31, 2019 |
LUGER: Lol keep looking. |
Literature / Today's Monday And Other Short Stories by JigsawKillah(m): 5:56pm On Oct 28, 2019 |
Today's Monday. I don't remember much these days, but I have a vivid recollection of the happenings of the day before today, and I remember that it started with speakers and drums and incessant shouting in the name of worship: a church. They can only keep that energy on a Sunday, so today is Monday. If you add that to the crowd in the evening at Solidas, then later at Edge, and then rounding up at the Witches Parlour, you'd know that could only happen on a Sunday or on festive days. Christmas and Easter and all the other stupid days are long gone. So it could only be Sunday. So, today's Monday. I read a statistic that said most cases of heart failures occur on Mondays. That's for people with daily jobs. Mondays are usually busy, but you know that already. I've never had a daily job, so I'm lacking in the experience, but every day I have a job, well, I don't know how to describe the feeling anymore. Truth is, I don't feel anxious anymore. That's understating it. I don't feel anything anymore. I haven't been sober since God knows when, and though today's Monday and it's 5AM, I'm on my second roll of weed, 900MG of tramol already coursing through my veins, a broomstick of cocaine already done and dusted, not to talk of the Emzo. I feel normal. That's because I can't recall my sober days. Today's Monday, and I have a job today. I've been on a drug run for more than a year, and I haven't had any decent sleep for like a week, but I still feel normal. My lifestyle is kind of lavish, and if you add two and two together, you'd realize whatever I do to fund this lifestyle, it's the direct opposite of legal. Don't even judge me yet. I'm not different from your politicians. Okay. I rob. Sometimes people die when they try to act tough, or they die to make a statement, but it's not premeditated. It's spontaneous, it's accidental, always. Your politicians make decisions that leads to the loss of thousands and thousands of lives, intentionally. I may be a thief, but I read the news. I don't remember Saturday's headlines, or I'm not sure, but I remember yesterday's. I'm not saying I'm good, I'm just saying clap for me the way you clap for politicians. When you catch me and lynch me, please administer the same treatment to your politicians. Today's Monday. And we have a line. I and the rest of the boys. And if it's successful, we may likely have #7m each, to burn for the week. Dear Yahoo boy, don't you feel like swapping places? Oh, don't tell me your answer! My apologies to whoever is going to read this. My name is JB. That's all I've been called for years. I don't remember being called anything else. JB could be for Johnbull, or John Brute or JagaBan or anything. All I know is I'm JB. I'm 20. I'm about 5'8 tall, with a chocolate skin which turns dark when I'm on cream strike. People say I have cute bow legs, I don't see it though. I dropped out in primary school, I know that, because that's when I first stole something. You never forget your first steal after growing a little sense. As I squatted close to Effurun River, taking a dump, my head kept replaying what should be the day's activities. I have a job today. And the schedule is like this: by 7AM, we'd have cruised the street for the 5th time. 7:30AM, the car should be backing out into the road from the plaza, and by 7:45AM, they'd be yelling "Thief!" up and down the road. By 8:30AM, we should be clear. And by 12PM, we should be in the hotel, getting high, waiting for our linkup to come, then we "Vasa". Life is easy, right? But like every plan, things are bound to go awry in the die minutes. I completed my task, cleaned up, lit one stick of white Oris, felt the wind moving, and I could barely stand straight. The path that leads out is somehow hilly, but with as much voltage as I could muster, I moved ahead. Made it to the roadside without falling, I don't ever fall, no matter how high I get. I moved towards JJC junction, eyes barely opened, but very much alert: you don't stay alive in this game without it. I'd finished the stick of cigarette, and as I stood by the junction, I scanned the road. I felt cold. Cold as Ashe was when I touched his body and figured he was dead, dead from the OD. Or as Peter Obus when he bled out in my arms. Cold as the other dead people I'd touched after they'd moved on. And I feel that kind of cold inside, I smell like death inside, but outside, it smells like the air, untouched by the pollution that'll probably invade it an hour or so from now, and purified by nature from yesterday's pollution. I don't understand how that works, yet. I just knew one thing then: death is around the corner. I crossed the road to the other side, wounded through raggedly positioned buildings, and ended at my colleague William's one room apartment. I didn't bother to go inside, but we were shaded from outside view by an extension put together with planks and net. There, we oiled our guns again. We have been doing just that for more than half the previous day too. They were ready for use. I took my personal Berretta, tucked it in-between my pants, it was already loaded, safety off. Combined, the team of 4 have a total of 9 guns - 3 double barrels, 4 locally made sawed off shotguns, and 2 pistols. And as we did all this, codeine and skunk never left our side. High as the heavens. Onos came to join us by 6AM, he was the fifth man, and the tricycle rider. He's around 5'4 tall and lanky. Once we got on a scale and dude was in the 40s. Could you believe that? Lightweight and yet part of an armed robbery gang. And he's really soft looking, compared to the other guys. Then we loaded up our tools into his tricycle, and we left. We patrolled and our road was clear. The morning was an uneventful one, even with the robbery still to come - the robbery didn't even look like it was going to be interesting. Time came, the cream coloured Toyota Camry 2.2 rolled out of the plaza, and we were parked ahead of it. We started moving before it got to us, and beat it to the junction. As the car slowed down to watch the intersection, Onos blocked it with his tricycle. Before anyone would say Jack, I was already out with the corked double barrel pointed to the head of a scared shîtless driver. William or someone fired two shots and the street that was filled with pedestrians suddenly became dry. Vehicles and humans retraced their wheels and footsteps respectively without any chaos. "Open the door! Open the door!! Open the door!!!" Kelvin's voice rang out from my right hand side. He said it in quick succession, that I took no note of how many times he said it. He tried to open it but the door remained lock. Apparently, scared driver wanted to be a hero in a robbery situation. He'd locked the doors from inside before the car came out, and whilst his hands were on the steering wheel and shaking, he wasn't ready to open the doors. All its windows were up. I had no choice. I wasn't not sorry about it, but he had to go. I pumped the window without thinking twice, jacked another shell into the chamber, opened the doors as Kelvin and Williams emptied the car as quick as they could have. It may seem long, but it barely lasted a minute. We took off from the scene with William and I throwing shots into the air. Successful robbery. 50 million naira in our possession. A confirmed cut of 7 million for each of us! Still, the cold lingered. We were holed up in our usual hotel, waiting for the Policeman who'd given us the link. Smoke, soft drinks and drugs were heaped on a table in front of us, as we smoked and 'high-ed' away. And with each inhale and exhale, it became clear something was wrong. Music boomed from Onos's MP3 Bluetooth player, but it was not enough noise to conceal what was to come. Something was amiss, I looked around to see if anyone felt the same with me. And as I scanned their faces one by one, I noticed Onos's eyes were fixated on me. He felt it too. Or he didn't. I wouldn't know, because the door crashed, then shots rang, and he was the closest to to the noise. He was dead before the door touched the floor. Opian never even had a chance. He was stunned as the rest of us were, and was too slow to react. He didn't even know what hit him. The time taken to drop the 2 dead bodies gave us a life line. The doubles we had had 8 rounds each. I picked up the one closest and emptied the 6 at the space previously occupied by the door. The 3 policemen scampered away for safety. The windows of the room were protected with steel gates, so we knew we have to come out through the door. It was interesting, the fact was. The 3 policemen were on mufti. How did they know exactly where to hit? Our linkup has either been caught, or he's betrayed us. And I found out exactly what, a few seconds later. I'd picked up another double barrel, William and Kelvin holding the last ones. We went through and fired left and right through the corridor. The police were already running out, so they weren't hurt. Right before the corridor emptied, I saw our linkup. On mufti. As with all the other policemen. Death is here. The corridor was our only route out. The policemen had us surrounded, so we decided to wait a little - an error. As we panted, looking sideways but rooted to the door post, the room opposite to ours opened, so did gun fire. We never had a chance. I ran back inside, William too. Kelvin didn't have such luck and he died right there. I was sure I'd shot the man with the rifle from the opposite room, but I was too on fire to really know. My sides ached. The amount of high in my body suppressed it, but I was bleeding all over. So was William. "Oboy, e go be o" were his last words. He ran out and was riddled with bullets. I stood back. My last minutes. Or seconds. They said when one is about to die, life flashes before their eyes. Life flashed. I saw it all. The inevitability of life and death. Everything became clear. HD quality. No, I don't think. Better than that. Too clear. I laid down, contemplated my death, wondering if God is taking notes, what they have in stock for me in the afterlife, if I'd reincarnate, if I'd have been better off leading a more decent life (I disagreed with this part though, my life was fun while it lasted). I was too weak to even lift my hands by the time the policemen came in. I closed my eyes. It turned out I'd gotten more bullets than the others, so they paid me no attention. Our linkup man issued orders to his fellow robbers, "Sergeant, clear the money first! Abel! Plant evidence say one escape! You! Go calm people for out. . ." "Oga, this one still dey breathe o!" Yelled one of the men. I smiled, although my strength was too weak to let it display on my face. "You dey look am?! Shoot am, you fool!" I wanted to savour the moment. I swear. Dying and dead aren't the same thing. It was fast. I didn't even hear the gun shot that killed me. I was just. . . Gone. © Jeffery Ovedje 6 Likes 3 Shares |
Poems For Review / Worm by JigsawKillah(m): 2:57pm On Aug 20, 2019 |
Darling I'm missing you Can I see you tonight? I know it's impossible But I like me a surprise Behind these bars, I am Lonely, please hold me In your imaginations, that's only Where I stay holy I am a worm Underneath these rocks Rocks I call appearance I am a tree The wind blows and I dance I want to show you, hoping You know me Girl, put on your lenses, peering, Closely See what the microscope Is showing I am a worm Out to eat your innocence I'm worn out from all this Pretence I'll let you go instead But I know I'll forever regret So I will let you, notice Hoping That you see my true colours Solely, doling Out these warning signs, honey And see I cannot change So can I be your worm? ©Jigs Lionheart 3 Likes 2 Shares |
Rap Battles / Re: Flow For Rank by JigsawKillah(m): 5:17pm On Aug 08, 2019 |
obesemf: I don't respect you Obese, I think your gun talks, trash I don't expect you to see, 'Bese is a fvcked up lad Fat and dumb-dumb, fact! He trying to run, not fast Gather him and his fam, let them share the chrome, as I puff puff pass When you're drunk, don't lash, high risk of high blood pressure You probably smell every time you sweat, why you ain't gotta wife forever With a million stretch marks, makes a statement, it's the right conjecture My guns shoot like fireworks, it'll will bleach your skin, that's the right complexion Pause! I don't respect you, that's the bottom line For your bread, I'll gut you with a butter knife Thunder strike when a 9 hits you, and another 9 You get shot up and laid beneath the Tecs, an underline You ain't gangsta, you ain't hood or nothing Mad 'cause you got nothing for good, became good for nothing Okay. Diss Jigs, you might end up dying for something My shots miss the Ma, but the Pop got you Crying for Nothing That's an old story book, you got a God to write Applause, fatty! You're on form tonight. You getting dogged tonight It's not what it 'seem, ba?' I don't care if it's wrong or right These clips track on 'The Lying King', 'Can You Feel The Love Tonight?' Gun sounds be the song, all night! That's how I J with boys A clip will fvck up your ear, I record crazy noise Why'd you make this choice? A big guy scripting weak lines Best write harder next time, else it won't be dignified with a reply Die, bîtch! Jigs Lionheart 6 Likes 1 Share |
Rap Battles / Re: Flow For Rank by JigsawKillah(m): 1:13pm On Aug 07, 2019 |
The art of war I employ it, got hit then discard it In the heat of gun fire, I sit amongst choirs And praise Jah, raise my spliff and one lighter Then cross myself for this murder, my preachers done tired They come for my head, with they three thousand fighters I got my 700 men, these streets, is one kinda Narrow passage, so many fall prematurely To get to heaven's gate, pray to God for Devil's sake On my knees and let them spray, arms together, hello Grace It's death you're scared to face, fall behind in the ghetto race Shots rippling at a nigga, call that the pebble way "I'll smoke you!" A smoker to the endo say They lack the intellect to decode, I reload then spit loads Of pellets, they can't see the picks, shît's looking like freemode We bold, we're not Jews, it's a story that we told We done see hell, you see your flames, but us niggas, see cold We're not a match! You're not worth, won't call your names After I cut your face, your parents would apportion blames "Why did you fûck with him? My God! You've cost us, ay! He dresses like a Pastor! Now he must ta prey!" Jigs Lionheart 2 Likes |
Politics / Re: Buhari Ministerial List: Reno Reacts To The Inclusion Of Keyamo & Timipre Sylva by JigsawKillah(m): 10:50am On Jul 24, 2019 |
Zoogerian234: You're rètarded. |
Politics / Re: Buhari Ministerial List: Reno Reacts To The Inclusion Of Keyamo & Timipre Sylva by JigsawKillah(m): 10:36am On Jul 24, 2019 |
Zoogerian234: If I decide to talk about your upbringing, I'll do far better than your progenitors. |
Politics / Re: Buhari Ministerial List: Reno Reacts To The Inclusion Of Keyamo & Timipre Sylva by JigsawKillah(m): 10:35am On Jul 24, 2019 |
lexy2014: No, your mention is the outcome of it. |
Politics / Re: Buhari Ministerial List: Reno Reacts To The Inclusion Of Keyamo & Timipre Sylva by JigsawKillah(m): 10:17am On Jul 24, 2019 |
Reno and his followers are not Nigerians. I am yet to see a group more bereft of knowledge and full of hate. He spews balderdash and his followers swallow everything hook, line and sinker without making their own research. Bunch of scumbags. 11 Likes 4 Shares |
Poems For Review / What Changed by JigsawKillah(m): 9:30pm On Jul 18, 2019 |
Four years ago I had few problems None of them was How I could solve them None of them was How I could stop them Never figured out How I had got them Four years ago I smoked on the low Back when I still Love these people Back then when My life was simple Treating life like Another riddle What changed I don't know Maybe I grew up But I'm not sure All those happiness I can't find Now I'm depressed And looking for a mo-ther-eff-ing Cure I miss my mom But I won't say it I'm acting macho But I'm shaking Acting like her demise Didn't faze me But deep inside I'm breaking I'm twenty-five And I'm confused My fears have heightened That I'll lose I fear I'm failing Wish I could Stop my reggae To not become blues What changed? Do I know? I walk around town Feeling glum Inhaling skales Licking tabs Can't go a day Without me mo-ther-eff-ing Rum I am now color blinded You won't know What is behind it I see just green, Black, yellow, white and I need help But where do I find it? I used to write Because I'm happy Now I write To remember what had been It's how I keep me Sanity In check! I don't even know what's happening If I am smiling I'm acting Feels like laughing would mean My death What changed? I really don't know © Jigs Lionheart 25/06/2019 3 Likes 3 Shares |
European Football (EPL, UEFA, La Liga) / Re: Official Chelsea Fan Thread: Champions Of Europe 2021 by JigsawKillah(m): 10:30am On Jul 14, 2019 |
Your MCM is going nowhere! 2 Likes 1 Share
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Politics / Re: 2023: Igbo Presidency Not Automatic –APC by JigsawKillah(m): 9:14am On Jul 10, 2019 |
And why will women pay 50%? I thought we're all equal according to group of 'bitter feminists'? 16 Likes |
Poems For Review / Re: 5 Days Poetry Challenge by JigsawKillah(m): 1:00am On Jul 07, 2019 |
Day 4 Rated as the prerequisite for a good afterlife Empty promises they plant on the mind Lately, I struggle to see it's promises In its name, are lots of evils perpetrated Gradually, its mask is being ripped off In bits and bits, we see how it's made up Of course are they holy! They're the wise ones Nowadays, they sin and unsin it in the name of God In the end, we serve a forgiving God Surely, he's forgiven us the sin of living and then dying An avenue for corruption and laziness Servers of a sovereign God lives lavishly Completely in poverty, are their members Also, its leaders seeks wars, their listeners die Men, when will we be wise? Religion is a scam ©Jigs Lionheart 1 Like 2 Shares |
Poems For Review / Re: 5 Days Poetry Challenge by JigsawKillah(m): 7:11am On Jul 06, 2019 |
5 days Poetry Challenge Day three(3) In here we lay, Still holding the last rope of fate, Still licking our large wounds, Crafted by men Who puts the pockets of their brothers into their purses, Sierra Leone, It's greed that sets us asunder, To every mourn from the streets, To every a crying baby, To every a deprived youth, To every a starved orphan, To every a wretched mother, Our leaders who thus work in blur, Hath failed to listen, Conscience has slipped off their fingers, Sierra Leone, After gaining independence since eons ago, We're are still dependants, Sierra Leone. © Sam Alfred Nigeria Your people Suffer, and yet They smile, and get Accustomed to the pain Like an addict, do they beg One last doze, the joints Freed,, mind chained As they struggle And struggle Nigeria Nigeria Your wealth Lies with the one Percentile, who still Rob the poor 99 percent This one percent are in every Political office you have Greedy lots, are these And yet they rob The others Nigeria ©Jigs Lionheart |
Poems For Review / Re: 5 Days Poetry Challenge by JigsawKillah(m): 11:04pm On Jul 04, 2019 |
Day 2 I tried in keeping it away, But my emotions outweighs me rather, I shouldn't have said those words again, Can't believe we're starting a new chapter, My nights here now looks lonely, And this is killing my very soul, How's my life a good story, If leaving me astray is your goal, Never knew it'd reached this far, Sometimes the truth is better left untold Never knew you would hurt this bad, And this is killing me also. I wish I could've buried those bones, But they'll would have still breath life again, And memories they say hurt the soul, So letting the pain is the only gain. It's not my fault I'm this bad, Society crafts my pain this way, I wish I could've never disregard, Your emotions, because the truth now looks insane My trust is in the drain now, And I'm drowning through, My breathing skeletons is insane now, And it's all for you You needed to know the past, There's no glory in forgetting home, But then it's you I lose at last, My home is dying slow. Yet I still live as the man, A man that love your flaws, Despite failing all your plans, But it's you I love in all. © *Sam Alfred* Phone's switched off I've been calling and calling You won't see me either Help me, please! I'm falling All because I screwed the pooch Now I'm yelling screw the truth Ran out of ways to say sorry I don't know what else to do I know we say the past is the past But my past is a trap that could resurface I understand if you're hurting But see the past for what it is; the past I screwed up. I took advise from friends From books, preaching transparency That's got my girl hating me And it hurts. I'm hurt When you're in love And skeletons gets dug Love turns to disdain Scorn, contempt, disgust And worse thing is, you're right And though I'm in pain, I was wrong Wrong to let you see me, for who I am A man, moulded in the image Of his environment A man, who loves you too much More than he could afford A man who should've kept the skeletons buried A man Who loves you And won't blame you For what happens next A man Who wishes You well, as you Move on, from his life A man Who's sorry He was open And too transparent And the result, he lost you Some skeletons Are better off Staying buried. ©Jigs Lionheart |
Poems For Review / 5 Days Poetry Challenge by JigsawKillah(m): 10:53pm On Jul 03, 2019 |
Day 1 I'm lost, ma Everything I despise I've become, ma Scared of monsters Now I'm one, ma Your gentleman son Is gone, ma Since you left I've fell in love, ma Still in love but it Won't last long, ma It's the way I feel How I feel is strong, ma If she knows who I am She'd be gone, ma Do you know the kinds Of drugs I am on, ma? I sip anything Swallow tramadol, ma When I can't get it I overdose on Panadol, ma I find joy when I can't Stand at all, ma I feel something But it's not enough, ma I feel hollow, and I Miss you so much, ma When you were alive We go days, months ma But at least I know you're there Though we don't talk, ma ©Jigs Lionheart This little corner of mine Nothing seems perfect ma Pain guised in broken laughter There is no glory in your absence, ma Just a slice of bread, I can't pay the price ma, You know the last bucks I had You chose to dwell inside ma, I took blunt for the hunger, But I need your advise ma, The other day I sold ego away Just for a cup of rice ma, And I'm running from my kins too, Too many tons of lies ma, I fell in love so many times, But they have all gone away, ma Without the doughs these girls ain't loyal, What existed among us were broken ties,ma They all left like when death knocks life away, Without a goodbye, ma. This little corner of mine, I still breath hordes of pain ma, I'm drowning into uncertainties, I'm going insane ma, It has been long since you replied my text, When shall we see again ma? How's life over there? This one looks disdain ma. © Sam Alfred 1 Like 4 Shares |
Rap Battles / Re: Flow For Rank by JigsawKillah(m): 2:14am On Jul 01, 2019 |
' Underneath these dark skies, man the herb is working So many views, so many tools, what we've heard is worth it? So many news, so many poos, and these verses worldly Thoughts tainted by religion, and my verdict's worthless Thank Men for poetry, that's something that is unchanging Thank Men for the stories of the struggles they pass to young babies Thank Men for the respect, privileges accorded to ladies Thank Men for the insight, the midnight is sweetest but crazy I know a God once, but do I thank him too? Punishing millions for one sin, man I'm asking you He got a piece, y'all ain't got beef, but he blasting you Saying your parents hurt his feelings, now he after you I read the Bible, too many inconsistencies I'm a sinner, would be one until the brink of me exit Then repent before I die, and all my sins are gone It's like when you fall for religion, they rip off the senses I understand religion, I know who the ghettos worship The green, a God is whoever gets on Forbes list The peace, the hood cuties, and the fûcking government The men in red clothings, with the metals, four fifths Close to your head, he decides who lives or dies If he squeeze, you'll bleed, crucified like Jesus Christ If he smacks you, you're cracked too, but you'll be just fine But if he lets you go, he's a merciful God, and you'll be alright I grew up looking for angels, I found a gang of guys They say pray when you've got a problem, man that's a bad advise I was on my knees instead of the streets, and a family dies I founded peace in a piece, and in some handy nines Men from Baghdad are my angels, make sure my coast is clear Supernatural is natural, that has smoked and beered And we step into your pagan hoods, and your homies fear You think this all a metaphor? Ask your bro's instead © Jigs Lionheart 5 Likes 4 Shares |
Sports / Re: Nigeria Vs Burundi: AFCON 2019 (1 - 0) Full Time by JigsawKillah(m): 6:07pm On Jun 22, 2019 |
Anyone with streaming link? 1 Like |
Education / Re: Video Of Nigerian Prof. Austin Nwagbara That Made Ghana Sack Him by JigsawKillah(m): 4:49pm On Jun 20, 2019 |
Phew! 1 Like 1 Share |
European Football (EPL, UEFA, La Liga) / Re: Official Chelsea Fan Thread: Champions Of Europe 2021 by JigsawKillah(m): 4:01pm On Jun 14, 2019 |
Chelseafan1: It's like you don't know Dayo. He'll find a way to turn one logic to discredit Hazard. E.g we both know Hazard won't win the golden boot, Dayo may say the golden boot winner bailed him out. 2 Likes |
European Football (EPL, UEFA, La Liga) / Re: Official Chelsea Fan Thread: Champions Of Europe 2021 by JigsawKillah(m): 5:08pm On Jun 09, 2019 |
Leyqute: I did not even insult you, bros. You've been the one dishing out the insults. You've forgotten when you attacked me and it's barely 24 hours since you made that post. Lol i said the senile thing as a joke, but thing looks really serious. I do hope you are getting all the help you need. Ciao! |
European Football (EPL, UEFA, La Liga) / Re: Official Chelsea Fan Thread: Champions Of Europe 2021 by JigsawKillah(m): 12:32pm On Jun 09, 2019 |
Leyqute: I am guessing you are Dayo's age - 50s. You are not expected to be senile for at least another decade. God bless you, sir. 12 Likes |
European Football (EPL, UEFA, La Liga) / Re: Official Chelsea Fan Thread: Champions Of Europe 2021 by JigsawKillah(m): 7:24am On Jun 09, 2019 |
Leyqute: You have comprehension problems. Read my post again, if you still don't understand it, ask your neighbor for help. Happy sunday, bros. 7 Likes |
European Football (EPL, UEFA, La Liga) / Re: Official Chelsea Fan Thread: Champions Of Europe 2021 by JigsawKillah(m): 3:00am On Jun 09, 2019 |
Guys on here raving mad. Kepa this and that as if the Cech most of y'all worship came to the EPL with 200 clean sheets already. Give the man some space, y'all! |
European Football (EPL, UEFA, La Liga) / Re: Official Chelsea Fan Thread: Champions Of Europe 2021 by JigsawKillah(m): 2:17pm On Jun 08, 2019 |
nihilistjnr: I am yet to see a supposed club hero get such treatment anywhere. Churches in Ghana are looking for choir masters. Make Oga quickly apply. |
European Football (EPL, UEFA, La Liga) / Re: Official Chelsea Fan Thread: Champions Of Europe 2021 by JigsawKillah(m): 2:09pm On Jun 08, 2019 |
raumdeuter: We are still waiting for Boathand to submit trial request at Asante Kotoko as their official praise and worship leader, since he likes to raise his hands to God. 2 Likes |
European Football (EPL, UEFA, La Liga) / Re: Official Chelsea Fan Thread: Champions Of Europe 2021 by JigsawKillah(m): 2:05pm On Jun 08, 2019 |
popizaino: I am bored, to be honest lol |
European Football (EPL, UEFA, La Liga) / Re: Official Chelsea Fan Thread: Champions Of Europe 2021 by JigsawKillah(m): 1:58pm On Jun 08, 2019 |
raumdeuter: Losing your hair alongside your memory eh? Or are the Ls too many? 2 Likes |
European Football (EPL, UEFA, La Liga) / Re: Official Chelsea Fan Thread: Champions Of Europe 2021 by JigsawKillah(m): 1:49pm On Jun 08, 2019 |
raumdeuter: Ramos is 33 and still playing top footie, with no indications of hanging the boot even after this forthcoming season. Why is your BoatHand being chased away with sticks and leaves like the village pedo? 5 Likes |
Literature / Re: How Do You Date A Creative Artist? by JigsawKillah(m): 1:41pm On Jun 08, 2019 |
Tricky but i think understanding does it. 1 Like |
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