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lirusehn: wot is dis one saying? Dat everybdy likes ur ish doesnt mean i wud toe dia path. Yeah 2 me u writing PURE RUBISH and i wont change dat..
I wud only toe odaz path if u wud ammend ya mistakez.

men I thought nairaland is a place for grown ups...

hw body.... guy I go advice make u settle down well o... rest ur body b4 u continue d thread..

he was on a bike nd motor ram dem..

m ill dats y m nt updating

prince z ill maybe make una think am

abeg anybody see dis boy?

After the closing bell rang, I and Matthew stayed back and were chatting with our friends, I forgot that I told Jumoke to wait for me. After like 30mins I remembered so I told Matthew. So we left the class and went to the school gate to meet her but I didn’t see her. I looked around but still I didn’t see her I searched almost everywhere for her but I didn’t see her. It was on my way back from searching that I saw her with her friends running into one class I chased her. Matthew saw me chasing her and was running to meet us as I caught her, I wanted to slap her but as my I raised my hands up I remembered what happened when I last slapped her.
“It was a fateful Monday morning and I was supposed to take her home coz our cousin who lives with us didn’t care whether we were in school or not. As I reached her class, I didn’t see her I checked almost every class for like 45mins before I found her and her friends playing “ten-ten” at the back of a class. I got angry when I saw her and ran there to meet her and dragged her by her left arm. She didn’t want to follow me so this act of her got me angrier and then the next thing she know or maybe I know is that I gave her two hot back and front slaps. The way she opened her mouth before I heard her scream, I thought she was yawning which made me add one to her back. Then I drew her by her right arm and she followed me without hesitating but she was crying.
She stopped crying before we got home. When we reached, my Uncle, opened the door and he saw me, he didn’t wait for explanation o the next thing was a slap on my face and at that moment MY SURROUNDINGS STOOD STILL AND AT THAT POINT I REMEMBERED THAT I WAS PRESSED...but as per baddoo I didn’t pee there. It was like he was calculating the time the slap would penetrate so after some seconds, he added two front and back, left and right by then I was in another galaxy. I didn’t scream but tears were flowing from my eyes. By the time he landed another one I was already on the floor due to its gravity. He picked up a wire and FLOGGED THE P OUT OF PSYCHOLOGY in me.

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My aunt whose name is Constance (Not real names) and uncle S came there. My uncle asked what happened I quickly denied everything and said I and Mary were playing "Boju Boju"(hide and seek). I was happy that atleast my uncle believed me but I wasn't sure my aunt believed me but anyways I didn't give a f**k about her opinion so I gave her dis "ur opinion don't matter" look. NB I was just 5yrs den. I and mary attended different schools, so we only meet after I have done my home work at home. I attended METHODIST NURSERY AND PRIMARY SCHOOL with my sis nd Matthew my best friend den. There was this particular day when we wen we were sent home from sch to bring charcoal to paint our chalkboard. So I, jumoke (my younger sis) and Matthew left the school. During dat period there were rumors that kidnappers were in town, they kidnap children and put dem in sacks. So as we were going, I saw somebody with empty bag of rice sacks in a wheelbarrow coming towards us. Immediately I held my sister's hand told Matthew dat we should run, as we were running we used a short cut. After running for some time, we reached a bushy path and den we started chasing butterflies forgetting dat we were running from something. I caught two butterflies nd gave one to my sister, Matthew also caught one. When we reached home, I knocked my aunt came nd opened d door for us. She asked y we came home early nd I explained I later discovered dat she was nt interested in my explanation she took my sis in nd my sis was gisting dem, insulting her teacher while I grinding d charcoal for me nd her. Up till today I don't know what I ever did to upset dem dat made all of dem dislike me. We left for school, I didn't talk to her coz it was obvious I was angry. When we reached the school gate, I told her that after school she should wait for me near the school gate. She said Okay nd I left for my class.

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u nd fashola relate ne?....prince do sharp type dat tin o

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Mary, a fair skinned slim girl as far as I could remember, coz we were just 5 years old when we started dating. We practice anything practicable dat we saw on tv. There was a time we both went to a corner in our small compound and den she lied down on d floor den I climbed on her (clothes still on) I was doing press up on her body. We were enjoying it (guess she did) den my sis came dere and started shouting (did I forget to say my lil sis was sharp? sorry for d dat...d gal was damn sharp nd fearless. She stepped into boundaries that I couldn't look at from afar. For example she will insult my uncles and aunties but dy will laff it off...men can't imagine me chipping sumtin in wen dy discussing dats like begging for 3D tatoos on my body using rechargeable lamps cables or say signing a broad daylight suicide contract).BACK... I quickly stood up b4 any of my aunts nd uncles reached where we are.

19th Dec. 19** was a memorable day for my parents.That was the I was given birth to. I came out oblivious of what is happening around me, well I cried like most babies do. I can't possibly recall what happened when I was growing up from age 0-3. But there's something I won't probably forget and that's d day my younger sister was given birth to. Maybe I would say she became a problem in my life because all d favours I received den, ceased. Everybody seems to like her so much dat they despised me. It got to a point where she could make friends from d neighborhood while d only friends I had den were my classmates and we only chat during break periods. Well no matter how you try to keep me from having a friend near me, I would still find a way to get one.There was this girl from in our compound (we lived in a rentedduplex...we occupy the down floor) not to forget, some of my uncles and aunties stayed with us. back to d gal tin. her name was Mary.

Hi. My names are Adesola Amos, I hail from kwarastate, in Nigeria. The story of my life might be awkward to some of you but at the same time what most of you passed through..No wild thinking my parents are still alive. A fact is dat dy are very religious. NB... YOU CAN ENCOURAGE ME OR CRITICISE ME ALL WOULD BE WELCOMED IN GOOD FAITH. Join me as I replay my life in a written form. You are welcome on board.

19th Dec. 19** was a memorable day for my parents. That was the I was given birth to. I came out oblivious of what is happening around me, well I cried like most babies do. I can't possibly recall what happened when I was growing up from age 0-3. But there's something I won't probably forget and that's d day my younger sister was given birth to. Maybe I would say she became a problem in my life because all d favours I received den, ceased. Everybody seems to like her so much dat they despised me. It got to a point where she could make friends from d neighborhood while d only friends I had den were my classmates and we only chat during break periods. Well no matter how you try to keep me from having a friend near me, I would still find a way to get one. There was this girl from in our compound (we lived in a rented duplex...we occupy the down floor) not to forget, some of my uncles and aunties stayed with us. back to d gal tin. her name was Mary.

Hi. My names are Adesola Amos Afolabi, I hail from kwara state, in Nigeria. The story of my life might be awkward to some of you but at the same time what most of you passed through..No wild thinking my parents are still alive. A fact is dat dy are very religious. NB... YOU CAN ENCOURAGE ME OR CRITICISE ME ALL WOULD BE WELCOMED IN GOOD FAITH. Join me as I replay my life in a written form. You are welcome on board.

prince I still dy my sniping position o....better come nd update

prince na jazz u use?....better come update o