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have lots of hair on my chest and a forest of hair around My groin region, yet I only have few strands on my chin. pls will the Beard cream work for me? |
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these south Africans are mpeluga very stupid mbesinzi. always blaming nyizinse innocent gumpibudi people. imagine sembezinsi they can't pamzebi type anything reasonable without mixing it with their language. kelimbuzi fools |
Luckykeys1 IMT ENUGU computer Science. 2018 Ogun state Rivers state Kaduna nassarawa I wish to serve in Rivers state by God's grace |
I play keyboard and I have knowledge of Bass guitar but I don't play. I prayy God will give me more wisdom to serve with the musical instruments
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Blazebond:chiwetel ejiofor of 12 years a slave is a Nigerian American, while David oyelowo is a British Nigeria. Nigerians copies the British accent. David oyelowo would have been speaking in America's accent If he were to be an American |
it is a scientific based experiment. it works with vehicles that has electrostatic metallic startup. it's called spoonetrapic. I don't even know what am typing. am Just dishing out rubbish. let me come and be going |
omg! this dude might run mental in years to come |
amicable212:wow thanks very much dear, I appreciate your comment. |
NEPA will not allow it to work effectively in our dear NIGERIA |
Content: Poem Type; Motivational Title: I Quit I QUIT I Quit. I quit being a victim all the time. don't want my life to be as sour as lime. feeling rejected is nothing but a crime. I Quit. I quit basking in eupathy and opinion conceived from elsewhere, it must only be from my sphere. I want to stand out all alone and battle-ready like a musketeer. I volunteer henceforth to preach my greatness with zeal like a sermoneer. I Quit. I quit being a failure. I hate being controlled like my life is on seizure. what if i cut all the ties pulling me with a razor? I think that might be a cure. I Quit. I quit being marginalized like am infected, walking alone like am rejected. I don't want to be neglected, without being corrected. I Quit. I quit blaming myself for my misfortune sitting down and grudging against myself from dawn to noon. I choose to dance to motivational tune now that am opportune Copyright @PHILIP LUCKY Divepen1 HumbledbYGrace lalasticlala pls help me move this to front page to motivate, encourage and help those who are facing challenges of any form in life. thanks
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WordSayer:thanks very much sir |
4front:we Nigerians are very intelligent people. it's the hustling spirit that is depriving us of our abilities |
WhySoShy:thanks dear |
Acepen:thanks very much dear |
chuddyforlife:thanks a lot dear. am grateful for your encouragement |
Divay22:Life is Good. life is sweet my dear |
dancok:don't be surprised to hear that most of us still does that. lol |
logan2:thanks bro. bring your poem out to the public. someone needs it. the world needs it |
iCauseTrouble:I can help you. and she will come back begging you |
Offpoint:thanks very much.. Childhood memories are incomparable |
Boyooosa:thanks dear |
Avedonn:thanks very much. yeah Childhood memories of those born in the 80's and early 90's are mind blowing |
megafaraday:thanks bro. I appreciate your comment |
I wanna say a big thank you For your comments. it encourages me to keep writing more. wow! I made FP! I want to thank the Mods for pushing my post to the front-page. am grateful. anticipate for more of my works. thanks |
Content: poem title: Childhood Starring at my old black and white portrait, with beams of smile on my face, i became nostalgic about my childhood. A look which gluts of innocence, and a mind filled with ignorance. A brain rammed with untampered vision, and void of bewilderment. Playground became my encompassed abode, Toys became my asset, while playing became a thrilling task. After a dutiful play, an uncompromising and compulsive sleep follows. Every folks around me depicts friendliness and loveliness. smiles and lovely words were my presents, always amused and joyed at their sight. When everything and anything seems free, some were given without being asked for, while some were at my disposal when needed. Oh! how sweet were the memories of my childhood. Though now things of the past, they are still fresh in my head. Copyright : PHILIP LUCKY 2019 My fellow writers please comment on this poem. your advice and critics are important. . thanks
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Love don't cost a thing.. Starring Christiana mila and nick Cannon |
Sometimes it is good to have an experience of living in the hostel. Meeting different kinds of people gives you ideas on how to mingle with people. I've lived in the hostel for two years |
You are creating an attention. Maybe to trend. Not bad though. It's normal |
This is not contentment. Don't be decieved. His swag though... Hehehe |
I am a keyboardist. I used to be guilty of this, but ive changed a bit and still changing. |

