I would have given him a benefit of doubt if he was an Atheist; but, he actually believes in God.

So, the god he claimed to be in existence before the invasion of white men, where was "it" when they were enslaving our ancestors.

Anyone can just sink very low when it comes to religion bashing. See as he even found a way to tuck in "homophobic" in his gibberish.

And wait,

Religion and it's doctrine only makes sense to it's adherents. Belief system is faith based. It is not expected to make sense, it is supposed to make faith. You accept everything as it is even though it doesn't peculiarly make sense to pure reasoning. And if you can't accept, find the religion that fits your conviction and lifestyle.

Live and let's live.

I'm not a Christian though

Dad has made a pilgrimage to Mecca for about a month and he just buzzed me that I should look for someone that would drive his car so we could pick him up at the joint where they constellated before moving to the airport. I called one of his friends who I know, knows how to drive a car, my uncle, Tunde, and one of his apprentices, Waliy. We zoomed off.

On our way, I was already thinking of some weird stuffs. Trying to put his arrival into a guess as I was nurturing how the reality would be. I was imagining how weird it would be if I rushed to give a coll like two old friends that have parted ways for years would. I was in the vesica pisces between the euphoria I was basking on his arrival and the devastation of our mind-numbling relationship.

My Dad is a person who loves his kids as much as he loves himself. He gave us everything any child could have ever wanted. From good cloths, to good education, to good housing, you name them. He is not rich, but he has enough to settle our bills and make sure we don't lack.

The con of his character is how he relates with his older child. Maybe he feels like I'm old enough to enjoy the closest intimacy as he gives to my younger siblings. He's a quintessence of a Nigerian psychopath in an alien world when it comes to relating with me.

We have our rooms faced each other as the toilet and bathroom dividing them. Yet, we don't talk. Our apartment is like morgue. I say "good morning" once in a while and he is the one that doesn't take good morning seriously too. He'd answer sometimes, sometimes he'd ignore. He calls me only when he has technical difficulty on his smart phone, time for prayer, or the toilet needs cleaning. That's how we live and it has become the core of our existence.

Boom! There was a obnoxious sound reverberating in my eardrums from about 50meter to where we were seated. "Won ti de oooo"; meaning they have arrived. The whole neighborhood erupted as people were coming out from their houses to welcome the newest Alhajis and Alhajas in town. There were loud, hellish, piercing, and shrieking noises surrounding the bus around the expanse of the area.

I am such a calm and collective person, thus quiet oversensitive about everything. I find all the gloating really absurd and weird so I maintained my sitting position until I saw a lanky figure of my dad in a silhouette form against the floodlight beaming from inside the bus. I quickly ran to him as his flaps of his flip-flops got closer and closer. He was looking like someone who's convalescing from catarrh as he was walking languorously while covering his nose with a handkerchief.

I still didn't know how I would welcome him till I bumped into his face and was totally numbed. With a stutter voice, I said; E kaabo sa. I felt it wasn't enough for someone who had just arrived from a very far place away from this continent. Then, subconsciously, I stretched my arms to cup his body which he quickly reciprocated the hug. Word eluded both of us. Just embrace and embrace till we were drawn in the free-spiritedness of the exhilaration and wore our glee into the car. We both looked weird as it was the first time we would fall on each other's necks.

It's almost a year now and I can't stop the memory from playing in my head. And oh, the hug, it felt like a ferrous delight.

Lukmon O. Lateef

Please, a candidate has been bedridden in hospital for the past two weeks. Her exam is on Saturday and I don't think she'll get better any time soon. Please what do JAMB have for those that miss the exam due to one reason or two?

Please, a candidate has been bedridden in hospital for the past two weeks. Her exam is on Saturday and I don't think she'll get better any time soon.

Please what do JAMB you have for those that miss the exam due to one reason or two?

Please, a candidate has been bedridden in hospital for the past two weeks. Her exam is on Saturday and I don't think she'll get better any time soon. Please what do JAMB you have for those that miss the exam due to one reason or two?

It wasn't about the money really, but about the fact that it would make someone's dinner. You would have simply looked for a beggar to give instead of tearing the money.

What you just did now is poor man's mentality. We tend to degrade ourselves sometimes when trying to prove expendable

We used to save old tyres for 'Kayokyo' festival back then

Did she remember to give him some grasses to eat? A goat would appreciate that alot

Bloooody:
See your mates Afonjas
If he were an afonja he would have turned that school into a skull mining industry

You have a vehement penchant for stupidity.

Feminism wants women to have the right to be whatever they chose. It wants women to have power over their own lives and bodies. It wants women not to feel lucky for being given and allowed things they are entitled to in the first place. Feminism wants women not to have to censor their dreams or fine tune their ambitions so as not to be criticized or maligned.
In pidgin, Feminism jus wan make woman sef dey fit chuk mouth and hand too. Make dem sef no send.

Feminism movement doesn't actually have problem.

Feminism is not the problem.

Feminists are

Obasanjo, Dangote, Mike Adenuga, and the likes doesn't have flat tummy, I wonder why I should kill myself to have one.

Nonsense

You were unconscious and you still saw him touching your breasts?
Nay! I don't believe this story

Agbaletu:
Plus Amosun and Ajimobi

What did Ajimobi steal biko?

As expected. Not surprised at all

Still some people will say our vote doesn't count.

Presidiotbuhari:
All igbos should not attend any church owned or Pastored by a Yoruba person.

This is where the stupidity of Nnamdi Kanu emanated from

SENESCO:
The killing of honourable Sugar- True

The killing of Senator Teslim Folarin's wife- false

The killing of Taye Currency(musician)'s mother- false

Meanwhile, an okada rider was also killed along ring road, Ibadan.

Are you being sarcastic or what?

Ajimobi is the Architect of APC downfall. PDP that was once pronounced dead in Oyo state is now winning the most substantial seats. I hope Ajimobi learns from his mistake.

Congratulations to Seyi Makinde once again

I thought AAC were coasting to victory already? So what's the fuss all about for PDP. They should be happy nah

I have never read any good things about this Sugar guy ever since his news broke the internet. vengeance is real mhen

Relationship experts full here ooooo

Kechi Okuchi, Sosoliso plane crash survivor in 2005, just bagged a golden buzzer from Simon Cowel in Agt Champion series last night.

Go girl. Keep doing us proud

I have a confession, please don't judge me oooo.

*A funny moment of shudder*

Something happened to me couple of days ago. Something I almost considered would cost a life due to the pants stealing ish ravaging the internet recently, unknown to me it was the usual sadomasochism of my friends. I need to tell you that I just recovered from the trauma when I typed this.

That very fateful evening when I arrived from school, I decided to pack my dirty wears I had been pilling up for a week outside for laundry. It didn't take me up to an hour to finish laundering. At this time, it was getting dark already. So I opted for a line in the compound to hang those wears.

Going to school the following morning and I couldn't find my clothes outside. While searching every corner of the house, I found them in a bucket which clearly explained someone had helped me pack it for security reason. While spreading the clothes on the lines again, I noticed I couldn't find my three boxers there. As in three. Not one ooo.

I informed my landlady about it and she asked me not to fret, that I would find it when I come back from school. She asked me to be praying about it which at the time, I was too liberal to understand what she meant. Typical Nigeria-Yoruba women, they love to subscribe to fetishism in contradistinction to proactivenss.

Later in the evening, I came back from school only to see nothing had changed yet about my missing boxers. Landlady said she had ransacked every nook and cranny of the house, but it all went futile. It was at this time she asked me to call my parents so they could know which step was to be taken. I was like "So Dad would come all the way from Oyo state down to Kwara here to search for my stolen boxers?". Of course I didn't tell her this, but it was ringing in my head and the expression on my face said alot about it. I chuckled, bided her an uninspiring "thank you" and path my way to my room to have a heaven of nap to myself.

While lying in bed, I felt an enigmatic impulse compelling my scrotum. Like a spirit was savagely draining off my semen. At this time I startled, with my heart trying to ascend down my throat. My cheeks and the whole face were feeling the heat. Could it be possible I had been used to buy Benz? How come have they veered into stealing boxers? I thought they only needed female pants for these voodoo things? I asked myself all these.

I was wandering my gaze aimlessly at the wall, drowned in the sea full of paranoia. My eyes were bulging out of their sockets. My colour turned ghostly white. I fleeted into a vicious cycle of dizziness and consciousness, coming in turn, each a few microseconds apart. Feeling such dizzy I possibly could have passed away, but miracle sustained me I suppose.

Then I remembered their main target is always on the most sensitive part of the male reproductive system-- the crotch. At the time, it was sleeping. Sleeping in a way that I had to rush download porns to swiftly agitate the nerves. I even almost called madam over to come spend the night with me; Baba wanted to thrust ��

It was not long that the landlady called me that my boxers were not stolen and that I was only being pranked by my friends. See such sadism! That was when I realize that "out of abundance of our thoughts, tales tend to become reality".

We can all form keypad warrior here by feigning atheism, and liberalism of some sorts. Oga, na lie. Trust me, Iro ni gbogbo e. For some reason, I always remember to panic after the shudder has passed.

Laysmt001

WhoRUDeceiving:
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They are just trying to justify going to vote. TO HEL.L with election

On referendum we stand!!!

Eranko!

Akshow:
the same god that wants to kill them in the firat place?

If you have feud with God, go and settle it with him. Stop displaying your frustration here

I was stopped by SARS while going to Ilorin today.

I was isolated out of the six passengers in car. At the time, I was beginning to doubt my dress. I was putting on black shirt and pants as seen in the picture below. Wore an "Aboki inspired" wristwatch and bracelet embroidered with a sculpture that looks more like a scalp. I love spooky fashion sense, and that is how I am always. My haircut wasn't too bad for an average Nigerian too.

Come down! Come down!! One of them yelled.

With impeccable politeness, I came down from the car. They asked me to show where my luggage was for inspection. I didn't mutter, who wan chop brutal slap?

Here is my bag sir *pointing frantically at where it was in the boot*

They searched every nook and cranny of the bag and saw nothing fishy. At this time, everyone in the car was beginning to show their appreciation to God that I was not really a criminal as they cliché. Everyone was happy.

But instead of my uncles in black to say "good boy, you can now take your leave", they made a weird case in the razors in my bag. RAZORS ! ! !

What are you doing with these Razors?

I'm using it for my nails

Nails only? If it is for nails only, you should have just one. Why having about 5 of it?

I began to muffle in disarray. Could this be joke? Before I knew, they had thrown my bag inside the Hilux.

The driver was almost mad. Likewise everybody in the car too. The more we pleaded, the more they they threatened to take me to station. It wasn't funny anymore.

The driver boxed me into corner to ask if I had money with me. I scurried through my pocket and picked out #2000.

Brethren, it wasn't up to 30 seconds of negotiation that the driver came back with my bag. They collected the money with the tsunami of shame in their armpits.

I hope they use the money for deodorant.

But should I curse their future? They will never know peace.

P S:
1. In the process of searchingthey broke my headset.
2. They embarrassed me in front of beautiful girls by mocking my torn boxer.

tee59:
So are you fucking telling me, God is a liar? Just to be relevant here?

Someone even said It was Adam who ate the forbidden fruit and lied that it was Eve.

All in the name of Feminism

DonDemu:
Dino organised a false assassination attempt on himself, he kidnapped himself to avoid appearing in court, he once threatened to kill himself to put people in trouble and you want me to accuse Yahaya Bello of sending thugs to burn a school built by Dino?

The man is capable of anything in the name of politics. I'm not daft.

OK

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