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e concern una BTW 1. Kissing your man is not a problem, The problem is how you do it. Stop making sounds like a car crash "pitom pitom pitommi"! Abeg U dey disturb me. 2. Screaming during sex is romantic and its not a problem, The problem is screaming and shouting like werey "JESUS, Oh my God, Holy mary".. You are having sex, Not a Church service! And besides I don't knw if you are reminding God to punish you latter. 3. Wearing short skimpy skirts or dresses is not a problem in fact its very sexy I just pray there won't be forced entry into your Sin Hole , The problem is wearing your mini looking all nice and walking around and when you see guys you try to pull it down, Now you want it to be long?.... Abi.. Keep deceiving urself na. # sMh 4. Loving your man is not a problem as it is KOKANYE for me but the problem is changing your Surname to his on Facebook. Bitch his mother doesn't even know you ...Chill!! And I would hate to read ur post later saying MEN ARE WICKED OR CHEATS. 5. Calling all men dogs is not the problem, The problem is tagging yourself saint when you know he didn't Bleep himself but you.. So since you did it with him, kindly say I HAVE BEEN SLEEPING WITH A DOG OR DOGS as the case may be and please let us know the breed of dogs you came to the world from coz ur dad is male too and your mum have always been his bed partner.. 6. Some girls are looking for tall guys with pink lips and six packs when their father is short, pot bellied with pomo lips you better be contented like your Mother # lol. 7. If runs girls dont fail sunday's church services I wonder who will? 8. Saying all guys are the same is not my problem bt is 2face and me the same? Is ur dad and ur teacher the same 9. Bleaching your skin is not a problem, The problem is having white face, yellow hands chocolate lips and black legs. Are you zebra? 10.you are saying all men are goat is not my problem,i accept buh av u given ur broda and ur dad grasses to eat today? 11. And if you Read this without a COMMENT or LIKE hmmm! I really wonder what your problem is? |
e no concern mi BTW, The hype on Wizkid's album faded faster than a coloured cloth soaked in JIK |
A brief visit... Nigeria which way forward!!!! My brother and I are really close. We’ve always been close. Maybe it’s because I am a tomboy and he’s the only boy. Maybe it’s because I’m the only one who makes the most effort to understand him. Maybe… I don’t know why. But we’re the closest of the four of us. He is six years older but you’ll never know unless we tell you. My brother is my best friend. Even his girlfriend knows it. My brother has always had a bad temper. He doesn’t get angry easily but when he does, he literally hits the roof. The day my brother heard that some guy beat me up, my brother slashed his arm with a knife. It’s not exactly something we’re proud of. But it’s just one of those things. My brother is fiercely protective of the people he loves. Our father is late, so it’s just mum, my two sisters, my brother and myself. My brother will go to the ends of the earth for us. That’s just how important we are to him. And then his girlfriend too. They’ve been together for three years and even though he’s mostly away, she remains loyal to him. She visits every weekend, even when he is out of town. More than anything else, my brother hates injustice. He cannot stand people being mean to other people. He really can’t stand people being unfair or nasty. It gets him really angry and when that happens he errr, tends to go a bit overboard. My brother is a soldier in the Nigerian Army and I haven’t seen my brother in almost a year. The last time he was home, he spent only about a week and then he was deployed to Maiduguri to fight the Boko Haram insurgency. I remember one of our many late night conversations that week. He shared stories of the guys in his battalion who had become his second family. He spoke of the thrill that came with being in a life-threatening situation and I shook my head. How would that thrill or excite anyone? He spoke of the nights spent drinking with his guys, spoke of the chain of women most of his friends kept and how he thought it was really amusing. I asked if he kept a string of girlfriends like his friends and he shook his head. There was no need, he said. And then he revealed to me his plans to propose to his girlfriend on his next return home. That information warmed my heart. I really like her. She’s cool. He made me promise to keep it a secret and I agreed. The following morning, just before he left, my brother told me to pray for him. The Boko Haram insurgence was getting intense and several soldiers had been deployed to fight them. He told me to pray for his safety and with tears in my eyes and a bright smile in his, I said a short prayer for him and made him promise that no matter how bad things got, he would find a means of staying in touch. He laughed and said “Don’t worry, I’ll call you in the heat of battle to tell you how many of them bad guys I’m taking out.” We both laughed but my laughter did not stem from anywhere other than my lips. You see, the thing about being related to someone in the armed forces in times of crisis is that, you are constantly on edge, living in the fear that you could get a message any minute informing you that your loved one would not be returning home. I stopped reading or listening to the news a long time ago. Mum said I was silly to not be aware of things going on around me but I told her life was sad enough as it were. I did not need more of that. My brother kept communicating with me. He sounded light and hopeful each time we spoke and even though I knew things were really bad, it was somewhat of a relief to not hear the tension in his voice. Sometime in May however, I began to notice a change in his tone. I knew something was wrong. He sounded distant and somewhat reserved. And it did not get better in the months that followed. He sounded like something had died inside of him. Like he had given up and that frightened me terribly. Several times, I asked what was wrong and always, he said “We’re at war sis, how should I sound?” “I want you to sound hopeful. One day, all this will be over. You’ve got a woman to come home to and marry. Don’t forget that. Even if you won’t return for my sake, ensure you return for hers.” That was the last thing I said to him. It was almost a month and I had not heard from my brother. The tension at home was palpable. You could feel it crushing everyone in the house. Mum snapped at us for the silliest reasons. The girlfriend kept visiting and would stay for up to three or four days. I could sense she was hurting and worried but so was everyone else. Every time my phone rang around her she would look at me expectantly, willing the caller to be my brother. Everyone was going crazy with worry. The phone call came at night. I did not recognize the number but even before I picked, somehow I could sense it had something to do with my brother. The voice at the other end was gruff and cold. He first confirmed my identity- my brother had used me as next of kin- then he went on to say my brother had been charged with mutiny and sentenced to death by firing squad. I was dizzy. “Wha… what?” The person at the other end repeated himself and said he was sorry. I did not hear anything afterwards. The phone dropped to the floor and I let out a scream that was sure to shatter all the glasses in the house. Everyone came running. I could almost see their hearts pop out of their chests. My eyes were round and my breathing too fast for me to measure. One of my sisters grabbed me and shook me. “Is he dead?!” I shook my head but the tears were already pouring from my eyes. It took me a while to gather myself together and make a coherent statement. My house that night was a garden of emotions. All sorts. All forms. All shades. Pure madness. The following morning, I surfed the net for news. This was the story. My brother and his battalion were sent on a special operation to some local government in Borno state, part of the fight against Boko Haram. When they were done, their GOC insisted they return to Maiduguri even though it was late at night. The soldiers pleaded because it was risky but their GOC was adamant. My brother and his battalion embarked on the road trip and halfway into their journey, they were ambushed by Boko Haram. More than 10 of them were killed and the following morning, my brother and some other soldiers rebelled and fired shots at the GOC. They blamed him for the deaths of their friends. The soldiers were tried and found guilty of mutiny and attempted murder and were sentenced to death by firing squad. Just like that. And what was their crime again? They lost friends and brothers in a manner that could have been avoided. Human as they were, they went crazy and rebelled. They took out their frustrations on the person responsible for the deaths of their colleagues and now they would be killed. Simply for venting their anger. My heart was shattered into a million fragments. There would never be a piecing back together. The GOC did not die, just so you know. Maybe if the GOC had died, I would try to understand. A life for a life. Or 12 lives for a life? That would not add up. But I could try to make sense of it. However my brother and 11 others have been sentenced to death for trying to avenge the deaths of their colleagues. My brother is fiercely protective of the ones he loves. He lost friends that night. Their deaths could have been avoided. But some commanding officer sent them to their death. I wasn’t surprised that my brother went on a shooting spree. He is fiercely protective of people he loves. The commanding officer has walked free, yet my brother and other officers have been sentenced to death. I’m still trying to make sense of it all. Boko Haram did not kill my brother. But the Nigerian Army wants to kill him. Like the number of dead soldiers are not sufficient. My eyes are red and swollen. I have been crying for three days. Mum is in the hospital. My brother’s girlfriend is home with me and my sisters. We have cried together and we are tired. Our voices are broken, just like our hearts. No one says anything anymore. There is nothing left to say. So I sit here and think about the sound of his voice, the sound of his laughter, the way his eyes narrow in concentration when we’re having a serious conversation, the way his eyes twinkle when he gets up to some mischief. I think of how much he loves his girlfriend. I think of how I promised him I would be the coolest aunt to his children… My only brother. My best friend. He is everything to me. He is the light of my life The light is about to be taken from our lives. Our symbol of strength, might and bravery. My brother is about to be taken away from us. Can I send a plea to the Nigerian Army? Can they please not take the light out of my life? # in honour of the agrieved families of soldiers charged for MUTINY.... source..... unknown |
I just felt we could actually discus a very important issue, guys.... soo many times we here this 'WHO ARE YOU:? have you ever thought of it? OK, let me just ask you once again, WHO ARE YOU? I can here some folks saying, I am Nnadozie Fortune 1 of ndigbo land now, if you don't know who you are, it will be difficult for you to accept something new, why? because the old other is better.... let's talk, pals... You can call it bible study..... |
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LETTER TO GOD: Good Morning, Baba God, I don't know what time it is where you are, but since you're everywhere, I used Nigerian time. Sorry to wake you this Morning....sorry I just remembered that you don't sleep. Anyway, you already know what I want to say. I want to report my Country Nigeria to you. I don't understand what is happening here anymore oh. You blessed us with everything we need but few people have kept it for themselves and their generation unborn while the majority suffer. You remember the "white" people who were here before? They took some of us as slaves, ruled us by force, carried some of our precious artifacts to their country. We got fed up in 1960 and asked them to go so we can manage our business..... I'm confused now, that decision to chase "the Oyinbo " away seem premature because since they left, our brothers who took over have been shipping our money and natural resources back to the same "white" people to keep for them while we starve here. Our brothers who claimed they are ready to rule, still depend on this "Oyinbo" people for everything from medicare to their children's education. Papa God, I know what you did in Sodom and Gomorrah in the Bible, we have done worst than that in my country but in your mercy you have kept quiet. I don't want to tell you about NNPC, the last time we complained about missing money we suffered fuel scarcity. Ehhhhhhhheee!!! Before I forget, this Boko Haram people are still destroying things and killing people but don't let them know I told you abeg. I'm just begging you to act fast before we do something that is not written in the Bible oh! Papa God, this coming election is a good opportunity for you to teach people lessons. I'm not telling you what to do oh, it's just my own suggestion. Thanks for reading my letter. Signed Kunmi |
LETTER TO GOD: Good Morning, Baba God, I don't know what time it is where you are, but since you're everywhere, I used Nigerian time. Sorry to wake you this Morning....sorry I just remembered that you don't sleep. Anyway, you already know what I want to say. I want to report my Country Nigeria to you. I don't understand what is happening here anymore oh. You blessed us with everything we need but few people have kept it for themselves and their generation unborn while the majority suffer. You remember the "white" people who were here before? They took some of us as slaves, ruled us by force, carried some of our precious artifacts to their country. We got fed up in 1960 and asked them to go so we can manage our business..... I'm confused now, that decision to chase "the Oyinbo " away seem premature because since they left, our brothers who took over have been shipping our money and natural resources back to the same "white" people to keep for them while we starve here. Our brothers who claimed they are ready to rule, still depend on this "Oyinbo" people for everything from medicare to their children's education. Papa God, I know what you did in Sodom and Gomorrah in the Bible, we have done worst than that in my country but in your mercy you have kept quiet. I don't want to tell you about NNPC, the last time we complained about missing money we suffered fuel scarcity. Ehhhhhhhheee!!! Before I forget, this Boko Haram people are still destroying things and killing people but don't let them know I told you abeg. I'm just begging you to act fast before we do something that is not written in the Bible oh! Papa God, this coming election is a good opportunity for you to teach people lessons. I'm not telling you what to do oh, it's just my own suggestion. Thanks for reading my letter. Signed Kunmis1 |
Liability: since yesterday evening i have been crying my eyes out. Sadness knows my name. What i experience in my relationship is giving me serious headache and am so scared what the future awaits me if i dont act first. |
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holluwai: This man has just said nothing but nonsense!!! I don't get any explaination from this.wen u no go go school Nigerians sha the man was rit afta all |
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customized13: I don't agree with you, lagos should be on that list, most people don't know what it takes to train children in a comfortable housing in lagos. The cheapest areas in lagos will be probably ikotun, egbe, igando and environs are relatively more expensive than most cities in nigeria. The only thing cheap in lagos is food and maybe clothings.don't mind DAT nigga BTW , is food really cheap in Lagos? compare to d cities mentioned above? pure water 5? I bet u its Ogun not Lagos cos mst pple feel dey r in Lagos meanwhile dey r in Ogun. lacasera is 100 everywhere, one fool is tryna make luk cheap in Lagos , even in sum places u can get d damm tin for 150.. accommodation in Lagos? heheherrr,na b joke o. talk abt mainland .. I.e, magodo, Ikeja, omole , a 3bd is noting less Dan 1m plus a year.... d most expensive place in naija is Lagos.... banana island ? talk abt island na.... millions to own a plot of land. apparently, lkeja , banana island r d most expensive place In Niger... transport ? d same miles other cities on d list take for 100# its double or triple in Lagos |
checkdate: I Dont Understand.y quoting d whole post just to say u don't undastand? aboki |
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