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Religion / Re: Lady Converts A Muslim Uber Driver & Leads Him To Christ. See Reactions by Kraspo(m): 11:56am On Nov 26, 2017 |
alexialin: The law must take its course |
Religion / Re: Lady Converts A Muslim Uber Driver & Leads Him To Christ. See Reactions by Kraspo(m): 11:55am On Nov 26, 2017 |
INDUSTRIALFAN: Very deep! |
Religion / Re: Lady Converts A Muslim Uber Driver & Leads Him To Christ. See Reactions by Kraspo(m): 11:55am On Nov 26, 2017 |
seunogunbiyi: Thanks a lot |
Religion / Re: Lady Converts A Muslim Uber Driver & Leads Him To Christ. See Reactions by Kraspo(m): 8:36am On Nov 26, 2017 |
"She Killed Him Because She Loved Him" For the sake of love He went back home that fateful night And in his sleep She stabbed him. With a precision akin to a gladiator Not once, not twice, She stabbed him multiple times until she was exhausted. And with every stab she made, A portion of her anger melted away, Until she was empty of her bitter jealousy And he was drained of life in a pool of his own blood Only then did she feel relieved Only then did she get even with him And then she took him in her own hands to the hospital. This is not a thief nor a stranger nor a random predator. This is not a pedophile or a rapist. This is not even a terrorist! This is a man in whose bosom you have felt the warmness of affections A man who had shared his deepest secret with you This is a man who left his first wife to be with you. You chased away his close friends Chased away his family And finally chased him from this world Talking about love going sore! What a affectionate tragedy! You killed him because beneath that beautiful face That smiles with subtle tenderness. And radiates with compassion and innocence Is a vicious murderer!! 54 Likes 9 Shares
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Religion / Re: RCCG - Redemption Camp's 25 Megawatts Power Plant In Pictures by Kraspo(m): 8:28am On Nov 26, 2017 |
"She Killed Him Because She Loved Him" For the sake of love He went back home that fateful night And in his sleep She stabbed him. With a precision akin to a gladiator Not once, not twice, She stabbed him multiple times until she was exhausted. And with every stab she made, A portion of her anger melted away, Until she was empty of her bitter jealousy And he was drained of life in a pool of his own blood Only then did she feel relieved Only then did she get even with him And then she took him in her own hands to the hospital. This is not a thief nor a stranger nor a random predator. This is not a pedophile or a rapist. This is not even a terrorist! This is a man in whose bosom you have felt the warmness of affections A man who had shared his deepest secret with you This is a man who left his first wife to be with you. You chased away his close friends Chased away his family And finally chased him from this world Talking about love going sore! What a affectionate tragedy! You killed him because beneath that beautiful face That smiles with subtle tenderness. And radiates with compassion and innocence Is a vicious murderer!! 23 Likes 3 Shares |
NYSC / Re: 2017 NYSC Batch B Stream 1 Call Up Letters Are Out. Indicate Your State Here by Kraspo(m): 11:08am On Nov 17, 2017 |
lurlah2014:Horrible camp I must say |
Literature / Re: The Chronicles Of Corper Henry by Kraspo(m): 10:47am On Nov 14, 2017 |
‘’NO BE BY FORCE TO WEAR PANT FOR ASABA! I won’t die in Asaba. This I know for sure. I only came here to obey the clarion call with dedication and selflessness. But with some of the extremely weird experiences I have actually gone through, I can only pray to come out of here in one piece. Just the other day in my area, a lady was stripped naked inside a market by a woman and to my greatest surprise she wasn’t wearing any pant! In Asaba, there is no law that states that everybody must wear pant. I have come to realize that it is not even a norm. It is actually a personal obligation. A good number of ladies are uncomfortable with the idea of wearing pant. Don’t even think of preaching to them, because they might slap you! Two days ago, I had gone to hang out with my friend at his neighbourhood only to witness the shock of my life. A young lady had gone to the market to buy iced fish. She was wearing a very short shirt that almost revealed her butt. Adorned with a gold necklace and a nose ring, she cat-walked towards the fish seller. One thing led to another and before I knew what was happening, they had started quarrelling. ‘Why e be say your fish dey always dey expensive?’ the young lady asked lifting the fish in the air. ‘No be force to buy from my hand na, If my own too expensive, go another place go buy’ the madam who sold the fish responded. ‘Make una dey fear God for this una business’ the young girl advised as the fish slipped from her hands and landed in the mud. And that was where all hell broke loose. ‘Shey I tell you say make you carry your wahala go another place abi?’ the woman thundered grabbing the lady by the neck and shaking her head. ‘Oya pick my fish go wash am now now!’ she barked. But the young girl was more concerned about her necklace and as she struggled to remove the woman’s hand from her neck, she realized that her gold necklace had been broken in the process. She had managed to grab it before it landed in the mud. ‘You no go pick my fish?’ The woman barked in anger. The lady turned around in an attempt to walk away and that was when the woman got really infuriated. ‘Pick my fish go wash am or you pay me the money’ the fish seller shouted as she held her clothes. ‘Madam you go first pay for this gold wey you just cut and I no go fit bend down pick your fish, na short skirt I wear’ the young girl responded as she struggled with the woman. Wetin concern me with wetin you wear? Na me tell you make you wear this kind skirt? If you like dey waka naked you must pick my fish.’ The woman thundered as she gave the girl a dirty slap and dragged the lady’s skirt up to the viewing pleasure of the crowd who had gathered around the scene. And that was it – unadulterated buttocks in all its glory, no tight, no pant, no G-string, just natural buttocks inside Asaba market! That day, for the very first time, I sensed that my service year was finally coming to an end and of course, I had completed my task in Asaba and I needed to go somewhere else before I die. Funny enough, the young girl wasn’t ashamed at all. She didn’t put up a fight. She dragged her skimpy skirt down, went back home, changed her clothes and put on more decent ones and in less than an hour time, she was back inside the market but this time, with a truck of policemen. They bundled the fish seller inside the van and as they headed back to the police station, I overheard a policeman shouting at the woman ‘No be by force to wear pant for Asaba oo!’ ‘Moreover, if some of una wan do the tin, no be fling una dey fling pant comot?’ Another policeman inquired sarcastically. |
Literature / Re: The Chronicles Of Corper Henry by Kraspo(m): 10:41am On Nov 14, 2017 |
Make I continue |
Celebrities / Re: Ben Murray-Bruce And Akon All Smiles As They Pose Together In Lagos by Kraspo(m): 3:34pm On Nov 13, 2017 |
wellmax:better than your dad 1 Like |
Crime / Re: Tension In Ibadan As Police Use Hammer, Cutlass & Guns On Protesters (Photos) by Kraspo(m): 3:23pm On Nov 13, 2017 |
. basic23111:. How then do we reconcile the fact that the police is your friend when they use knives and hammer of harmless civilians 5 Likes |
Politics / Re: Owerri Market Traders Block Imo Government House, Demand Audience With Governor by Kraspo(m): 3:23pm On Nov 13, 2017 |
[/quote] “They asked us to move to industrial cluster, we obeyed; but they allowed others to continue trading there. “As I speak to you, there is trading at the demolished Owerri main market, including street trading along the Douglas road. “It wasn’t part of our bargain with the government,” Okeke said. [/quote] I feel they need to address this situation head on so that those who obeyed the government to vacate the market won't be at the losing end. God bless Imo state 2 Likes |
Health / Re: Man Vomits & Collapses At First Bank In Enugu (Photos) by Kraspo(m): 3:21pm On Nov 13, 2017 |
Not everything is caused by hunger. Sometimes, drug abuse can make people fall. |
Celebrities / Re: Ifeanyi Ubah Hosts Hanks Anuku, Other Top Nollywood Celebrities (Photos) by Kraspo(m): 3:18pm On Nov 13, 2017 |
closerange: Actually saw Hanks trekking with a friend on Saturday evening in Asaba |
Politics / Re: Man Slams Ogun Government For Going To Watch Antony Joshua’s Fight by Kraspo(m): 5:36am On Nov 12, 2017 |
Sunshyne200: www.kraspo. |
Politics / Re: Man Slams Ogun Government For Going To Watch Antony Joshua’s Fight by Kraspo(m): 9:52am On Nov 11, 2017 |
MY EXPERIENCE WITH A MARRIED WOMAN IN ASABA My phone slipped from my hands last week while I was trying to make "Eba" to eat the delicious egusi soup a wonderful lady made for me. Fortunately, it didn't land inside the hot water like the devil would have wished. I picked it up immediately only to realize that the light in the screen had suddenly tripped off. I was devastated and angry. How would I survive without my phone? How would I get to write my stories? Gosh! I suddenly lost appetite as the "Eba" eventually tasted like dangote cement in my mouth. I needed my phone like ever. Of course I couldn't do without it. It was my side chick. In fact, it had become my full-time chick ever since my girlfriend of nine months suddenly told me she couldn't tolerate my numerous facebook pictures with beautiful girls and called the relationship off. I cried, begged and tried to explain to her that there was no strings attached but it seemed she was just using it as an excuse to dump my broke ass and cling to some rich dude that must have been dashing her monies since only God knows when. Girls sha. The next day, I carried myself and my heavy heart and went to the famous "Ogbogonogo" market to fix the phone. You heard the name right? It took me 3 weeks to master the art of pronouncing the word "Og-bo-go-no-go". I bit my tongue countlessly but thank God, its all history now. "Bros you wan repair ur fone"? A middle-aged man with serious bow legs inquired. "Yes, e fall for ground yesterday and the screen con blind" I responded as I gave him the phone to see. "Na the screen spoil na, go this shop go buy the screen come" He said pointing at the phone accessories shop adjacent his. Without wasting time, I headed to the shop to buy the screen. "Do you have the screen of this phone" I said showing her the phone. "Let me see it" The dark middle-aged woman responded after five seconds of scanning my appearance, particularly my lips. "It's six thousand naira, but for your sake I will sell it for five thousand five hundred" She continued. "I will give you five thousand naira." I cemented avoiding her steady gaze. There was something unusual about the way she smiled at me. I have met a lot of women in Asaba, young and old, dark and fair, tall and short, and it has been the same struggle all through. It is not easy being a fine boy in Asaba, even worse, if you are a corper who is yet to know your way around. She looked at my face for a moment, and her gaze lingered on for a while. It was extremely obvious that there was something unusual. And even with the noise of Ogbogonogo market, I still captured the tone of her every utterance and suddenly I felt my emotions were under attack. "Alright bring the money" She said. I brought out my wallet from my back pocket and gave her the cash. "Your face looks familiar, what is your name?" She began as she counted the money. "It seems I have met you before" She continued. "Chinedu" I responded. I had suddenly developed this flair for my Igbo name over the conventional "Henry" ever since I came to Asaba. It gave me a sense of belonging. "You stay around, this place abi?" She inquired handing me the screen. "No I stay in campus" I responded. At this point, I was already aware of what was about to happen so I turned around to leave but it was already late. "May I have your number" she inquired quietly in order to avoid the attention of her colleagues. Wow! The moment was already here. I had the opportunity to politely decline, but a part me couldn't say no. I collected her phone and punched my digits and that was it. My life in Asaba would never remain the same again! To be continued... 7 Likes 1 Share |
Romance / Re: Is Break Up Sex Okay? by Kraspo(m): 12:53pm On Nov 01, 2017 |
It is not OK 2 Likes |
Romance / Re: Is Break Up Sex Okay? by Kraspo(m): 12:53pm On Nov 01, 2017 |
If you can have break up sex with your partner that means, you guys were never in a relationship. You were merely enjoying friends with benefits. No responsible adult with engage in sex with someone who has dumped him or her. 23 Likes 2 Shares |
Literature / Re: The Chronicles Of Corper Henry by Kraspo(m): 6:58pm On Oct 28, 2017 |
THE DAY ASABA RAIN TAUGHT ME THE LESSON OF MY LIFE. Asaba rain taught me a lesson I would never forget in my whole life and I learnt a great deal from this bitter experience. It happened on a Wednesday which happened to be my CDS day. We had rounded up the never-ending meeting which was marred with arguments and verbal disputes from various topics ranging from Anambra politics, Hushpuppy and his Gucci boxers to relationship wahala. I was already exhausted but I needed to rush down to the famous Ogbogonogo market to get beans. I had borrowed two thousand naira from my neighbour Kunle that morning as the monthly stipend was taking longer than necessary to come. Although we were both corpers, there was no doubt that kunle was earning more money than me. He was an electrician, a barber, a tailor and on top of it all, supported his ministry with Bet9ja. He always had some change to lend me whenever my wallet started to frown. Only God knows how I would have survived in Asaba if not for Kunle. I waved a ‘keke ’ and entered. ‘Ogbogonogo ’ I said. ‘Corper shun!’ the driver, a stout-looking man with pot-belly exclaimed merrily with smiles as he nodded his head. I smiled back immediately in acknowledgement. Apart from ‘Corper doh’, the phrase I had heard the most in Asaba was ‘Corper shun!’ ‘I remember when I dey serve’ He began as the tricycle meandered its ways towards Nnebisi road. ‘That time eh, I go starch my khaki, e go just stand kpagammmm !’ I think say na there this world finish, na wen service end, na dat time I realize say omoh dis life no easy at all.’ He said “Where you serve?” I quickly inquired. “Na Abia state na. Na we run Aba as at 2014.” He continued. “Guy forget oo, this life wey you dey see like dis, dis life deep oo”. I wasn’t suprised. The reality of the failed system had made me to look beyond the fact that a graduate of Business Administration was driving “keke”. I thought about the millions of graduates sitting at home and earning zero naira every month. The situation is so unfortunate and there is nothing I can do, even me wey dey write never chop sef” I had barely reached Ogbogonogo market when it started to drizzle. I had come to dislike the rain in Asaba for two main reasons: It comes without warning and falls without stopping. I alighted from the keke and entered a food item shop. To my astonishment, beans had suddenly added price. Just a month ago,I had bought a painter of beans for 1500 naira. “Na 1600, No oo oga na the price be dat, everything don add money” The dark Igbo trader said to me with all the certainty he could muster. “I no be Oga abeg. Na corper I be, reduce price for me abeg” I pleaded with him removing my cap in a show of respect. ” You be Oga oo” he insisted. “No be una dey chop federal government money?” At this point, I sensed there was no need wasting my time with the man. I gave him the 2000 naira and collected my 400 naira change and disappeared. Now the rain was getting serious. I needed to get into a keke before it became real. I stood along the road and started to wave at them. “Infant Jesus” I screamed. None of the drivers looked at my face. The few that manage look, frowned upon hearing my destination. They must have thought that this corper wasnt serious. My khaki was getting soaked already and my beans was also helpless inside the nylon bag. It was when the rain started to gain momentum, that I realized that I was in big trouble. Fortunately, just like a lake in the desert, a “keke” stopped. But there were three passengers seated at the back already. I managed to squeeze myself with the driver as I struggled with my beans. Sitting at the front of the keke meant two things: I would not be comfortable throughout the pot-hole-ridden journey and the rain will deal with me. And indeed the rain dealt with me mercilessly. Little did I know that the rain that was falling at Ogbogonogo market was a child’s play compared to the one falling at Infant Jesus. Before I could alight, I was drenched to my boxers. At this point, my khaki was like a skin on top of my skin. I was shivering and the rain cared less. It increased and beat me even more. My beans was already soaked completely. Poor beans! I was already contemplating on how I would dry my beans in the sun at home when the worst happened. The keke had stopped just beside the gutter and I needed to jump over it to get under a shade and wait for the rain to stop. As I lifted my feet to cross, the slippery mud drew me down and I landed on my buttocks. A big portion of my beans poured inside the gutter while the rest mixed with the mud. I was devastated. I had bruised my arm in the process. “ Eyaah Corper sorry” the few people who cared said to me as I was lifted up. The rest looked away. They obviously had bigger problems to think about. I waited for almost two hours before going home that day. With the mud on my khaki, some children in the neighbourhood thought I was a mad corper. That night I cried myself to sleep as I cursed the gods that brought me to Asaba!! 1 Like |
Literature / Re: The Chronicles Of Corper Henry by Kraspo(m): 7:02pm On Oct 27, 2017 |
Jungpablo: OK SIR.. I GO FINISH AM 2 Likes |
Literature / Re: The Chronicles Of Corper Henry by Kraspo(m): 8:11am On Oct 27, 2017 |
Jungpablo:What I do na? |
Politics / Re: Lies, Deceit And The Many Reasons I Want Obiano Out – Peter Obi by Kraspo(m): 9:07am On Oct 23, 2017 |
The Igbos must realize that our governors have failed us. Charity they say begins at home. When we talk of marginalization, Ndigbo must not forget that they are first and foremost being marginalized by our own leaders who exploit us remorselessly. As it is today, the South-East region has received from the Federal account about 3 trillion naira for her local government councils alone in the past eighteen years. It has also received over 8 trillion from the same account as financial allocations to the five states in the region under the same period.These figure did not include the internally generated revenue within the zone. Curiously, the way and manner these fund were managed or mismanaged by the governors should be a matter of concern to every right thinking Igbo citizen. 4 Likes |
Celebrities / Re: Funke Abisogun AlHassan Dies Days After Childbirth (Photos) by Kraspo(m): 9:05am On Oct 23, 2017 |
NwaAmaikpe: You need to check your health status. How do you sleep at night? 2 Likes |
Religion / Re: Father Gospel Inalegwu Resigns From Priesthood by Kraspo(m): 8:39pm On Oct 22, 2017 |
SpecialAdviser: 9 years 1 Like |
Education / Re: Inyene John & Kuseme Iseh From UNIUYO Graduate With First Class From Law School by Kraspo(m): 12:30pm On Oct 22, 2017 |
THE CHRONICLES OF CORPER HENRY ASABA MARRIED MEN LEAVE OUR GIRLS ALONE!! Very soon, very soon, I will make my own money and buy my own car and all these married men in Asaba will stop frustrating my efforts in love. What the meaning of all these sef? Why on earth will someone keep a woman at home and still go about dragging small girls with us? Ehh! Dem force you marry ni… Why are Asaba men very callous and heartless? Asaba has the most promiscuous set of married men in the universe. They chase anything with boobs and waist. I decided not to write about them all this while because I always try to mind my business wherever I find myself, but since I have become a direct victim of their debauchery which has inadvertently led to my second heartbreak in this town, I think it’s high time I spoke up. An average married man in Asaba has 3 side chicks which he takes turn to meet and spend time with every weekend at the expense of his marriage. Most Asaba men are not husband materials. Truth! They are good boyfriends but bad husbands. Marry them at your own peril. It is no news that they take care of their mistresses more than their wives who they kept at home. I am strong proponent of one man- one woman and I find it really disheartening to see married men begging single girls to come and hang out with them even when they know these girls have sweethearts like Corper Henry. You will see them wearing jeans and polo shirts like one bachelor and you will shocked to realize that he has five children at home. They use their money and nonsense cars to confuse our innocent and loving girlfriends into cheating on us. Last week my Asaba sweetheart Debby cheated on me and broke my heart but I had to forgive her because after I put myself in her shoes and assessed the situation of the environment in which she found herself, I later came to a realisation that there was little she could do and I decided to give her a second chance. These Asaba married men can go to any extent to sleep with a girl. They can buy the whole SHOPRITE and ‘Ogbogonogo’ market for a girl they want to sleep with. As a girl, if you ever follow them into a hotel, just forget it, you are gone! They will spend the whole night chasing you with their penis up and down until you give in and once you give him, they will dump you and move to the next girl. All the big books about love that I have stumbled upon, preached on the need for a man to stick to one woman and not look outside, but I wonder if these Asaba men don’t believe in love or they don’t even read in the first place. Whatever the case may be, Asaba married men, pity for us and leave our girls alone. Na beg I dey beg now. The next time you guys will tempt my sweetheart into fooling around with you, I will make sure I post your name on Facebook and tag your wife! Nonsense! 1 Like |
Celebrities / Re: Solidstar: "I Hawked Pure Water And Puff Puff To Survive" by Kraspo(m): 12:27pm On Oct 22, 2017 |
The Chronicles Of Corper Henry ‘’NO BE BY FORCE TO WEAR PANT FOR ASABA! I won’t die in Asaba. This I know for sure. I only came here to obey the clarion call with dedication and selflessness. But with some of the extremely weird experiences I have actually gone through, I can only pray to come out of here in one piece. Just the other day in my area, a lady was stripped naked inside a market by a woman and to my greatest surprise she wasn’t wearing any pant! In Asaba, there is no law that states that everybody must wear pant. I have come to realize that it is not even a norm. It is actually a personal obligation. A good number of ladies are uncomfortable with the idea of wearing pant. Don’t even think of preaching to them, because they might slap you! Two days ago, I had gone to hang out with my friend at his neighbourhood only to witness the shock of my life. A young lady had gone to the market to buy iced fish. She was wearing a very short shirt that almost revealed her butt. Adorned with a gold necklace and a nose ring, she cat-walked towards the fish seller. One thing led to another and before I knew what was happening, they had started quarrelling. ‘Why e be say your fish dey always dey expensive?’ the young lady asked lifting the fish in the air. ‘No be force to buy from my hand na, If my own too expensive, go another place go buy’ the madam who sold the fish responded. ‘Make una dey fear God for this una business’ the young girl advised as the fish slipped from her hands and landed in the mud. And that was where all hell broke loose. ‘Shey I tell you say make you carry your wahala go another place abi?’ the woman thundered grabbing the lady by the neck and shaking her head. ‘Oya pick my fish go wash am now now!’ she barked. But the young girl was more concerned about her necklace and as she struggled to remove the woman’s hand from her neck, she realized that her gold necklace had been broken in the process. She had managed to grab it before it landed in the mud. ‘You no go pick my fish?’ The woman barked in anger. The lady turned around in an attempt to walk away and that was when the woman got really infuriated. ‘Pick my fish go wash am or you pay me the money’ the fish seller shouted as she held her clothes. ‘Madam you go first pay for this gold wey you just cut and I no go fit bend down pick your fish, na short skirt I wear’ the young girl responded as she struggled with the woman. Wetin concern me with wetin you wear? Na me tell you make you wear this kind skirt? If you like dey waka naked you must pick my fish.’ The woman thundered as she gave the girl a dirty slap and dragged the lady’s skirt up to the viewing pleasure of the crowd who had gathered around the scene. And that was it – unadulterated buttocks in all its glory, no tight, no pant, no G-string, just natural buttocks inside Asaba market! That day, for the very first time, I sensed that my service year was finally coming to an end and of course, I had completed my task in Asaba and I needed to go somewhere else before I die. Funny enough, the young girl wasn’t ashamed at all. She didn’t put up a fight. She dragged her skimpy skirt down, went back home, changed her clothes and put on more decent ones and in less than an hour time, she was back inside the market but this time, with a truck of policemen. They bundled the fish seller inside the van and as they headed back to the police station, I overheard a policeman shouting at the woman ‘No be by force to wear pant for Asaba oo!’ ‘Moreover, if some of una wan do the tin, no be fling una dey fling pant comot?’ Another policeman inquired sarcastically. 8 Likes |
Education / Re: Funaab,erects A Billboard To Announce The Banning Of Niqab (face Veil) by Kraspo(m): 7:06am On Oct 19, 2017 |
Good move 1 Like |
Crime / Re: Man Arrested For Killing, Burying Prostitute In Delta by Kraspo(m): 6:50am On Oct 18, 2017 |
luminouz: Correct guy |
Crime / Re: Man Arrested For Killing, Burying Prostitute In Delta by Kraspo(m): 6:49am On Oct 18, 2017 |
DreamSonInlaw: Lols. It was fun I guess |
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