₦airaland Forum

kaziblake:
Eyah..that the joy of motherhood...can't wait to be a mother

I am scared I might not be good at it...I mean I want to be good at it..but I don't know

Noneroone:
If i say Nigeria will not last till the end of this year they will call me ipod

Ipod?what is that again biko?

delishpot:
Na so we see am o. His mom did a shitty job of raising him in the end. By Gods grace, he is recovering g all the canker worm has eaten. It is well.






Very correct. Many step dads negative actions are hidden because the children involved (mostly girls) do not open up about sexual molestation out of fear. If many step daughters start saying what their step dads did to them ehn, one would weep for them. Its just that the women's own is physical and kids are willing to open up about physical and mental abuse while they hide sexual abuses they endured. Plus step dads are not as common as step moms. So the probability of a step mom doing some shii is higher than that of step dad

there is also the step dad and step son..peodophile's usually has no boundary mark..its is just that in the sick world we live in, when it comes to child domestic violence and abuse finger are hastily pointed to women.

spidey77:
Women n dia wah ala.....funny enuf u will rarely see a stepdad like dat....and no matter what she wud still eyeing d small 1

nowadays the step dad be sexually molesting the step child.. there is no exception to the act ojare

nnadychuks:
Muhammed Ali has perished. What a legend!

Died..he was human not a tomatoes(perishable goods)

nnadychuks:
Muhammed Ali has perished. What a legend!

Died..he is human not a tomatoes(perishable goods)

Chris Attoh in that suit looks like a waiter the guy needs to learn how to blend color.

ItzOlivia:
busy body u people shuld leave her alone

please what did I say wrong..

olatunjin:
God bless you for that statement #Godbreaksprotocol

and you too

SmithHumble50:
To see his Ex-wife?

The poster above me is right... Jesus rode on a donkey..

Why d private Jet na?

But do donkey travel 9ja to UK?

abi o,also there were no private jet back in Jesus time donkey was the Cadillac.

kITATITA:
I don't know what's special about this girl. She's not the ideal role model; not educated, got pregnant before marriage, her fame came from neither a dint of hardworking nor inheritance. The media tend glamorise street hawking.

no dear this is grace at work..when God face ur matter people will ask you too why you or ow u do am. God breaks protocol.

Equalizer:
I like your dentition and lovely smiles too..

Ose jare

XaintJoel20:
It simple means, First To Comment. (FTC)..

thanx

vizkiz:
including Cockroaches, insets, worms etc...

yep....hence Chinese eat frogs,worms and what not.

nikkypearl:
Ion care if the prick is 1.5m

pleaze on my knees care..

oluwafreshkid:
A bit madam
I know 5 fat people, and you're 3 of them

hahahaha like seriously Hahah.. tru tho u are either fat or slim or thin or anorexic there usually isn't a grey line.I am fat

Gorg

babamadiba:
nothing much dear, they are only strict. No nonsense department. While i was there, im sure they could boast of about 11 professors in department alone. So with this, u need alot of hard work to scale tru. That extra hard work is what peeps shy away from.

oh I see..thank you for the explanation.

vizkiz:
If you read my comment again, you will notice the sarcasm in it.

I need to work on my sarcasm detector I guess

vizkiz:
baby, those aiint sunglasses, they are water-glasses

No wonder why the white men still think Africans are still living in caves

u do know that is a Ray bans aviator lens...except sea glasses has changed into that I think she is right

babamadiba:
i can relate to this wella! My first day in oau, when i came for my master degree in mineral exploration, i needed someone to direct me to geology dept. I met a girl n the girl was like, Masters!! Geology!!! I now said to myself: i never by Market so? But thank God the rest is history now.

what is wrong with geology at oau?

iamfroshsylver:
Does she work wit diamond bank? Ur trilobita brain works sinosodially.u need to go bk to pry sch.
NB: neva quote me in ur life again

ah! Hahahahah I yaff fall hia with raff eyooooo.Supu oyibo

First off I think u are a terrible husband and it is sad u had to bring your character here on NL to be bashed. My reason is this you did not suggest it to your wife u probably bullied her to cut that hair,hence your statement *she struggled at first* secondly ur excuse is so lame I would smack you in the head if I could see you..have you thought that your kids at school might be more prone to witch craft from their friends than your wife at the salon. Get your broke ass to work and make your wife Shine jare IRANU!

Blessograo:
you have no right whatsoever to compare fat or chubby ladies to goat, you can as well keep that in your mind, nobody wish to be fat and it's not their fault. some are due to genetic factors, too much food is not the only thing that makes people fat, if someone says you are slim as guinea worm or say you are too bony or they can feel your bones on their skin how will you feel about that; people don't wish to be fat nor wish to be skinny so mind your words to those the "fat" may concern.

*to those the fat may concern*cant stop laffin at that. Also goat no fat now u for use elephant.it show how little mind the earlier poster must be.

BrideOfDracula:
Awwww. Whoever said husband material was a mile long. He must have the heart of a giant. Lovely.

ur name though....

Emmaoga:
flawless flawless.


some people don't no how to use words on some one.

if you say she is flawless.....then I must say that obasanjo and Tinubu are spotless, cute and handsome guys..

u do know she is flawless...stop hating jor

This is so me and my twinnie...I am the orobo

Flashh:
[color=#1970BC]She looks malnourished.[/color]

I thought so too my like a junkie sef

OBALORLA:
As early as 6:30-7am, we'd begin the sojourn In search of partially blown bangers/knockout- e.g a 3 sound banger that only sounded twice the night before.
All the while, mum will be busy in the partially roofed kitchen preparing green concoction which passed as our fried rice- a meal we ate only once in 365days.
We'd get back around 10am looking all white like stranded eskimos, Not forgeting to remind u of our severely broken lips- no thanks to the amartan.
We'd get back happily as we rocked the neighbourhood with our painstakingly sourced firecrackers- making the air heavy with the smell of the unfriendly white powder. Some actually get hurt in the process but who cares!
We take a detour from there to the backyard or in front of the densely populated building in "opeloyeru street"- a suburb on the mainland, splashed ourselves with water from the severely dented aluminium buckets as we enjoyed our bath.
Then came the most sluggish part of the day- a time when no one wants to be the first to dress up. Therefore, u see everyone adorned with myriads of 501 crested pants and computer socks, strolling round the compound like a well paid caretaker, awaiting what others are going to wear before finally dressing up.
With the mind-games still ongoing, breakfast will be served while we step the chunk down with a bottle of orobo (nickname for any 50cl drink esp. Pepsi) which had to be shared using age as the only criterion between myself and my siblings.
Shortly after breakfast, we'd start distributing food to every of the 22 households in the rickety-looking building while they do same in return.
Eventually we'd put on our clothes; complementing perfectly with different colours of shades- if ur parents could afford the 'alinco glass' type, glory be to God cos u've got class!
Around 1-2pm, we set to greeting f&f: I still doubt if any fulani nomad can beat me in trekking till this day.
We go, we eat and we come back! Yeah! With pockets filled with the lowest of currencies but in their abundance. To hell wit u and ur awolowo and azikiwe crested currency. We cherished only portraits resembling tafawa balewa and alvan ikoku.
The luckiest mums were the ones who had more kids.
We empty our purses for our mums in disguise of them keeping them for us. Lol.
Then came the most hated part of christmas- "dusk". We wouldn't want to agree that all was about coming to an end just like that! Even the celebrant won't help us beg his father, had we gone to him for help.
Night will crawl in more rapidly than we expected. But around bed time, we'd suddenly let out a large grin- on realizing that a bigger feast will resurface cum the nxt 7days. We'd sprawl on the mat without pulling our clothes while the most high keeps tab us.
Christmas used to be fun when I still believed in it. I guess it still is though. The only regret however is the fact that such memorable childhood will never resurface again, no matter how hard I try.

happy children's day

aww...we were so young once.

[quote author=Aarenasbaba post=46035197]Egusi, I mistakenly used klin detergent for salt[/quot chisos! No kidding?

macaranta:
macaranta, no homework today?

like school no home work?

firstking01:
Sorry even if there's a sex scene going on when i'm watching tv with my dad, won't even move a shiit cos we are grown ups now

as kids is what the op is asking about