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[quote author=Mynd_44]Have you seen Thor 2? Like seriously everything happened in Asgard? Including the part where his hammer flying around portals?

Go watch the movie again. So before the tips on stress, why did Hulk not fight alongside him? Where the hell was Captain America? Are they not in the same city?

Thor 2 happened in Asgard. Yeah right[/quote]Could you unban me pls... i need to go on with my story

CHAPTER 5: GROOVES IN THE VILLAGE

My one term stint in the village made me to understand that decency in the village was murdered long time ago. Things that were happening then indicated that there was no innocence in the village in spite of its innocent look, serenity and quietness. Though daily activities of the villagers would start at the sound of Church’s bell calling for Morning Prayer in the church at 5 am. The service was usually 30 minutes daily except on Sundays. During the day, the village would look deserted. Men must have gone to the farms, women to either farm to help in harvest, process or cook food on the farm during eeya. Eeya is when men team up to help each other work from one farm to another. Children would be in school. Only the aged and sometimes toddlers were usually left in the various homes. Oh yes…from about 9 am you could hear the sound from the foundry as the blacksmith foundered hoes and cutlasses. The village was full of grooves and swags. In the evening men would gathered at Abete to play ayo and drink palm wine…I mean fresh undiluted palm wine. It was always a pleasant thing to watch adult play and drink except for the fact that it was place you could pick and master vulgar words. I started picking vulgar words and that was the beginning of the break of my innocence. I remembered attending my first night party. When I was given a handwritten letter by Wole, a classmate of mine that I would be the Chairman at the party, I didn’t know what it entailed. Party could be held if you have money to prosecute it. All you need was to buy trebbor (the orange coloured one), get some palm-wine if you could afford it, and buy cabin biscuits. You needed radio cassette player loaded with bereck blue battery and with the album of the likes of Kollington, Sunny Ade, Yusuf Olatunji, Ayinla Omo Wura and Haruna Isola. The lightning was of course, a gas lamp. I told grandma about the party and since one of my coursins was going, she allowed me. I dressed in a Mark & Spencer jacket…it was because I thought it was normal birthday party I was used to. What was the reason for this party? Ade had gone to the farm and got bitten by a snake; however, he was lucky that his uncle who was vast in herbs was on the farm too. He was saved and that was the reason for the party. I got ready for the party not knowing what to expect. As the chairman I was asked to dance with the chairlady (of course, a classmate too). It was awkward moment for me the girl could dance but I didn’t know how to dance. She was also too close for my comfort. I was ridiculed throughout the week that followed. They had expected a boy from the town to be more exposed but they were wrong. I saw for the first time boys and girls engaging themselves in the dark alleys over wooden bench in immoral act under the influence of alcohol. My hormone was from that day activated and alerted. All that I saw started replaying in my mind. For the first time I started feeling strange at the sight of girls I liked. We wrote first term exams and the following week was used for end of the year party. It was another dangerous time. Desks would be parked to the rear side of classrooms. It was easier for the spoilt pulpils to have flings under the parked desks and benches. It was during this week I got a letter. The writer was also the postmaster that delivered it. I had come down with malaria after our exams and decided to stay away from school till the day we would have the report card given. During this time some of my classmates both boys and girls came visiting me. However, a girl out of the pack came calling again. She was Ruth, the daughter of the village pastor. She came again to greet me with some items that included fruits but before she left, she slipped a note by my side. I saw her doing that though there were my cousins and grandma around me. I wasn’t sure if they knew what she did. I was curious to know what was in the note. I opened only to see heart shape drawn with crayon pencils dotted beautifully and ‘I love you…do you also love me? YES OR NO. If YES doxology, if NO why?’ Ruth was a slim tall girl. At that time she looked more of a model in the making. I was too weak to be excited about it. I kept the note secret in my Macmillan’s Straightforward for English text book. I got well about two days after and discovered she was avoiding me. That love relationship was never established because there was no answer from me though there was somewhat a craving. Just a day before we vacated for Christmas holiday, her father was transferred to another station in the then Ondo State and I was moved back to Omu Aran to continue my schooling.

Hey!
Cheer up...you don't need deliverance. What you need is to fully understand your identity in Christ Jesus. Do you need to engage a prayer contractor? No. Yes we can join you in prayers that your effort will meet with success. Learn to LET GO of the past and LET GOD give you direction into the future. If you are truly a child of God...you should no better that if God be for us no one can be against you...not even FAILURE. I will like you to read BEAUTY FOR ASHES by Taiwo Ikomi, listen to Kenny Kore's latest album...there is a track titled HIS PEACE I FIND... you can also jpin people reading my story here on nairaland titled THE HEART OF A PASTOR. For encouragement just follow me and mail me...its well. I am going to send you the synopsis of my unpublished book i am working on titled WHEN THERE IS STORM. I celeberate you brother

macklef: Hmmmm, but does dis kindof agreement monitor him or only restricts him, because am tired of nigerians, too greedy, they can hide under anothers personage to outwork the plan. Dont you think so bro? Or can you help me with more insight?

its 50/50...it can only work for intellectual properties under patent law. its ur original idea.

follow me so that i can send mail to u.

realnaija: Unfortunately there is nothing you can do about it, the best you can hope for is to get them to sign a contract of some sort. But as this is Nigeria as they say take a leap of faith

You can ask a lawyer to prepare a non disclosure agreement that he will sign. That is what i do most times

still open

andyanders: Love your inspiring msg here and courage to impact meaningful life to others. Cant wait to finish the heart touching story of yours.

Thanks for reading...have a blessed day

Munner: Iam with you bro.

Thanks and have a blessed day

Still open...accomodation available on request

Ekiti kete!

Hi friends...by His grace i am working on how i can be updating regularly. I also want a larger readership. We can get this done by comnents and questions.

The next update is about the grooves in the village and attending night party for the first time

Munner: Nice story.I know that someday people will read my own story.Iam just 18 but i have passed thru a lot in this life.

Yea....writing brings reflection to bear. Stay strong

God is watching.. .Nigerians are waiting

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Must be smart
Female
Able to work with little supervision
Must be able to speak english
Not more than 30 yrs
Must be staying around Karu and Jikwoyi

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Everyone has a story to tell. Some are pleasant and some are bitter...mine is both...a rough ride on the storm...here is my story...enjoy it

https://www.nairaland.com/1565401/heart-pastor

Who is next?

THE HEART OF A PASTOR...a true life story of a ride on the storms

https://www.nairaland.com/1565401/heart-pastor

Hi guys...I am telling my story here...read and be blessed

https://www.nairaland.com/1565401/heart-pastor

The Heart of a Pstor: True Life Story

https://www.nairaland.com/1565401/heart-pastor

Dear Readers and Followers of this thread,

First and foremost, I want to thank you for reading and following this thread. I have singular reason of writing my story and I hope you will be encouarged. You are the reason. Why? I don't want you to fail where I failed, fall where I fell, stumble where I stumbled but to be encouraged where I got courage. That is why I put in the Religion section.

God bless you..oh my good! Welcome to 2014. I won't say 'I see you up or down or sliding' cos you are not a smart phone ( just kidding). There is only one thing that will make this year thick...and that is your Choice. I will like you to ask God to help you choose correctly. Days are the same, weeks are the same too. Years are are also. Some some say happy new year but I say happy new you.

The story continues here

CHAPTER 4: ODE TO VILLAGE LIFE

We left Obbo-Aiyegunle and made a stopover at Omu-Aran where my parents maintained an apartment, being the Local Government headquarters and both had met in the same town in early seventies. The apartment served as holiday home for us back then. My mom had worked in Omu Aran till 1982 December when she got her major transfer out of the town. My dad, being a local contractor shuttled between wherever my mom’s station was and Omu-Aran. The night we got to there made a terrible change in the family that took almost two decades to recover from the damages caused over a little matrimonial argument. Although, I was small but I wasn’t too small to understand that decisions are being taken by my parents on my behalf or our behalf that would have life threatening consequences. Within one week, my siblings and I were dispatched to different locations. Ayodele my immediate younger brother was on the train to Minna to stay with our aunt. The train was still plying Mokwa and Minna from Offa and Ilorin then. My only sister, Ayoola stayed with my mom in Offa while my kid brother Ayodeji and I went to the village with grandma Omoyeni. That was a great dispersion of once united happy family. The details of what led to this has been chronicled in my yet to be published book titled, A RIDE ON THE STORMS. I got to the village happily sad. Happy because I was the beloved of my grandma, however, sad because all my siblings save for my kid brother who was just 11 months old then were far away from me. There were no brother and sister to play with. No more splashing of water from the tap until everyone was wet. No more wrestling in the sitting room. All of that went with the decision my parents took that night. The village life was not as boring as I had thought but not as pleasant as I had thought too. I got enrolled in the only community school that has only one arm of class. I was cut off from my favorite TV programmes such Sesame Street, Tales by moonlight, Saturday Musicals (where the likes of Kris Okotie, Bolaji of Silifa Bamijo etc were the rave of that time), Koko Close, Mirror in the sun, Village Headmaster, Cock crow at the Dawn and Frank Oliseh’s NTA Newsline on Sunday evenings. There was no pipe borne water in the village neither was there any power supply. I have to learn how to put on gas lamp, use bush lantern, how fetch water from the streams and wells. Locally made pomade and soda soap became my body cream and bathing soap respectively. I have to wake up early to help grandma along with other cousins to fry and hawk ‘akara’ before going to school (although I was never allowed to hawk due to my orthopedic condition) . In the evenings, we would go to nearby farms to work, pick fruits, harvest crops, process cassava and okro as occasion presented itself. It was fun but it was hard for me because of the life I had lived with my parents. Farming was not that extensive for my parents, it was just past time. I adjusted to the life in the village quickly but I was by far carried away by the alluring life of the village. My school work suffered. I rarely did home works and assignments. Not that I didn’t want to do them but because there was no supervisions, the daily activities took toll on me too and I started lagging behind. That first term of my primary 6, I got 4th position out of 42 village pupils. The result only reflected ‘once a brilliant boy’. At the end of the term, I had to leave after the Christmas and New Year break. I didn’t understand why this latest order, I just have to leave the village hurriedly. Again, I could see the handwriting on the walls; certain decisions have been made by my parents without my consent. As at that time, I was just 10 years old. It was the first time the family was not together to celebrate Christmas and New Year together.

Bagco

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His case is an isolated case among few others like the founder of Jrsus's seminar. I have PG in Theology and a Masters in Divinity with major in apologetics and minor in systematic theology. I am planning to enter for Phd in theology. I can tell u that ...truth are being taught in seminary. However, there are schools that have been hijacked by the templars, freemasons in disguise. Again finishing strong is the key word.

There was great flood. There are more than 600 tribes of the world with the flood story including yoruba. There archrilogical facts too. There are biological facts too( i am not talking about evolutuon but devolution). I am not going to employ theology at all here.

Deewonder: Do u mind tellin me what "The wait of the world" teaches...
Thanks..

Its an old movie... I watched it 1996...it was on VHS but then...here is the synopsis

The Wait of the World T.J., Brian and Karen, writers for AMERICAN CHRISTIAN OBSERVER magazine, have been assigned to write in three different parts of the world: West Africa, South America, and Philadelphia.

They will use the latest computer technology for communication and research. They will go merely to observe. But they will see their roles as observers come quickly to an end as they become personally involved in the lives of people.

The Wait of the World is a powerful and unforgettable motion picture that will give viewers a new perspective on the world and the part all Christians should play in fulfilling the Great Commission.

You can get reviews of Christian movies on this site

http://www.faithcenteredresources.com/christian-films-movies-producers-ministries.asp

Deewonder: Pls can u kindly drop names of foreign christian movies you have watch and what the movie addresses,

1. Courageous
2. Fireproof
3. The wait of the world

Jerry2i: Keep it rolling op.
#4lo up mood.

Tanx alot