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There's a thin line between creativity and foolishness. Unfortunately this falls under the latter

josephsm823:
guy, where u see the prediction?

History dey always repeat itself

chally100:
. No be only hatrick na factory

You say wettin?

If anyone thinks he is going through hell he should read this thread.

I've been humbled!!

@vicvalentine my condolences on your loss. Hopefully there is an afterlife and you'd get to see her again.

People just come outside to say crap not even bothering about how stupid they appear.
That said, never judge a man by the first round

Bantino:
Very funny.. why carry a prostitute when you don't have money?

Konji is truly a bastard

Na male dog this goat climb o

MissRaine69:
Dislocated jaw
Fractured eye socket
4 broken ribs
My legs are held together by metal hardware

That's quite a list, which means metal detectors go crazy whenever you're around.
Glad you survived tho.

Mankiso:
Mine is a sad tale. We used to live in a large extended family compound at the village. There were always intra-family fracas and wars, so this often repelled my emotions. There was this family, living right side of us whose children and their mother fought my mother constantly. One day, I was going out of the compound and I was met at the gate by one of their sons who was older than me. Suddenly, Aneke pulled me and dragged me by the hand into the bush. I was five and he was about thirteen. I got thrown to the ground and he lay on my body facing me, his rising dick touching my penis. He tore through my dirty and sweat soaked knicker and brought out my small dick. He began to lick it, and would move gently and forcefully up and down the length and breath of my full body, his penis rousing mine up. When he finished, he said I should suck his dick which was bigger. Afraid and shocked and my heart pumping fast, I licked his dirty and smelly penis. He would cloth himself and ask me to zip back my untidy knickers. I was dumbfounded by the whole act. I would not tell my mother because Aneke had warned me, saying we would be beaten if I exposed what he did. Since I couldn't talk, afraid of what could happen to us, for I was already tired of the constant wars and fights and afraid for my poor mother, I lived through my childhood and teenage and now as an adult emotionally and psychologically bruised, tormented and traumatized. I almost ended up a homosexual since I thought it was the norm, but my close relationship with God early in life had helped me to be able to control myself whenever the urge comes. I hardly keeps a relationship and my communication pattern is poor, if not none-existent. I always feel that people suspect me and I am impetuously angry and pained by my experience. However, I have not had anal sex with anyone and nobody has done that to me. I also have not had penetrative sex with the female. I will be thirty-nine soon. I am not married.

I am thinking all the time. I hate my village and I do not like to go there. I hate Aneke and I do not like to see him.

In the last recent years, I started experiencing a very troubling health challenge: a distressing mouth and body odours. I have gone to hospitals, clinics, and to herbal homes and others, all to no avail. A lab scientist kindly suggested I go to a neuropsychological hospital and I was referred. I was shocked to learn that the odours are psychologically functional, being the chemical and hormonal results of increased and unabated sexual identity tensions, fears and thoughts expressed by me through thinking and anger. I go to a prophetic church and I am often advised to stop being angry and to stop hating and avoiding people. I don't visit people at their home, I am afraid of re-experiencing my childhood rape and abuse. I have no friends and I worry constantly about who would be my best man during wedding. I am trying to settle down with the help of very nice medical psychologists and psychiatrists and it has not been easy. They advise that I should learn to forget and forgive, that my sexual abuse wasn't my fault. They say I should learn to move on with life. I get dragged in my dreams by handsome males and abused.

I am.learning to understand the horrors of life and why there are many homosexuals in Nigeria. When people say they should be killed and thrown into jail, I do not share this opinion as they may be victims of child sexual abuse. What they need is therapy to overcome the trauma of their violations. I am writing about my experience and how I nearly got disoriented sexually. It is a story of anger, apprehension, and self-hate. I constantly worry about how to publish such a controversial topic and where to get the money to do so. My therapists diagnosed that my experience affected every facets of my life: relationship, communication, career, thoughts, including physiological growth and maturity.

I.am shakened by my experience and my response to it is with a story of understanding of tragedies as this and how not to be a homosexual in Nigeria, in a letter to my friend who has run away from Nigeria.

Child sexual abuse is a crime. Your boy child who gets abused by a male could become a gay tomorrow. Watch out!

Darn!! God will surely punish Aneke. This is bad man...

I'll advice you to try and have sex with a female, I believe that would help a great deal in moving on. Goodluck

MissRaine69:
September -November is rutting time for deer and the stags ( the one I hit) get very very agreesive and territorial during this time and will attack cars and people this one walked in front of me and I did not see it due to heavy fog . On hindsight yes I was driving a bit too fast but I survived.
A full grown one weighs between 180-200kgs

How bad were your injuries

Juve to win on aggregate 3-2
Ororo to score hatrick

MissRaine69:
I remember it like yesterday
Very foggy night, visibility was not too bad then the fog got thick and you could not see the car in front of you.
The next I recall was hitting what felt like a brick wall. When an airbag inflates and your face makes contact the pain is beyond describing.
Let’s just say
Car was a write off
Metal plates , screws, pins, and intramedullary rods made it possible for me to walk. Marvels of modern medicine
All because I hit one of these.

Serious!!

I was about 10 years old then, walking home from church with my friend. We were just past pako junction and almost at agboju. I was on the right side facing incoming traffic. Somehow as we were gisting and laughing (his uncle was in our front and we were laughing that he was as short as my friends little brother) we changed sides and I was on the left. It wasn't up to one minute a danfo came speeding and knocked my friend down. The force was so great and the sound of impact as metal met flesh really rang in my ears for extra days. The stupid driver was running from police all because of 20 naira and even attempted to run away.
Thank God my friend survived. He was older than me and much bigger and I keep wondering if we hadn't changed position unknowingly if I would be alive today.

izzou:
So I got this write-up from Quora. According to this guy, everyone is a telepath. And we need hours of practice to be able to get it right

The dude is right, electronic gadgets interfere with the pure energy/ ether of the universe. That's why most successful telepaths and spiritual beings live in a figurative cave away from technology and surround themselves with nature
Kay29000 educative thread bro

SouthEastFacts:
Na for only Oshodi this fool get mouth, when im carry his madness enter Surulere guys wan overboard am.

If im madness carry am go outside Lagos na im skull men go use brew rum.

Nack am one shot and Tinubu's empire will be left vulnerable.

Lmao.

dallex10:
When I have GBWhatsApp

GBwhatsapp is not secure at all, be guided.

The same Siri that blackmailed granddad into almost marrying her

Rebornhombre:
OP, you are walking corpse if you don't do something about it now, you can use both traditional and modern medicine, you really need help as soon as possible. I remember when I had hepatitis B, though not as Viral as Hepatitis C in 2003 it was only by God grace that I survive, even the doctors believe it was miracle. Even the student doctor was promoted because of my case in Lagos island general hospital.


Hepatitis B may scar the liver (cirrhosis) and lead to liver cancer. Hepatitis C: Formerly known as "non-A, non-B hepatitis," hepatitis C is the most common form of viral hepatitis. ... Hepatitis C also infects up to 90 percent of HIV-infected injection drug users. And it is more severe in patients with HIV.

How does someone get infected?

How can a house divided against itself stand

See bats sense of humor

Mali of all places? Naija which way