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Why do you follow this baboon who is so heartless that he can't wait for the next disaster to make a name for himself among brainless underevolved negroes? |
Buhari should resign |
989900:That's my name, yo have a problem with it? Back to the subject, Buhari. Why can't he just resign for all his capital failures? |
989900:Grow up and deal with issues not pettiness |
He misread the mood |
But I still hate this transgendered |
feedthenation:Because the country gone to wild dogs I just 12 months |
slimfit1:Because Nigeria is worse off in just u dear 1yrar of Buhari than under the total years later Jonathan served. At this rate, we will be finished by the time the Lord takes him home |
DaBullIT:Reduced the country to a basket case within 12 months and he is still clinging to power |
FreeWorld23:He is overdoing it. Idiot |
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Actually what he did was to edit the post. Go to Edit History and you'll see the predicament is a few hours old
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Can some engineer explain to me how this ride perched itself on top of this barrier? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eAwmtSFsC2o
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BeastAmbition:Thank you. This imaam was not smoking weed; just being honest https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xALBTb4uSs |
OluwabuqqyYOLO:What script is this imam reading from? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xALBTb4uSs |
MrCork:You don't have to apologize for telling the truth |
Can Hillary Clinton possibly be a Bond? |
But honestly, he overdid the poetry too much rhymes |
My ideas right here from Trump to DiCaprio
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SuperSupremo: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y-Tw7WhH_aQ |
Horspiroll007:Small minds discuss petty things |
Donovan Livingstone killed it Education then, beyond all other devices of human origin, Is a great equalizer of the conditions of men.” – Horace Mann, 1848. At the time of his remarks I couldn’t read — couldn’t write. Any attempt to do so, punishable by death. For generations we have known of knowledge’s infinite power. Yet somehow, we’ve never questioned the keeper of the keys — The guardians of information. Unfortunately, I’ve seen more dividing and conquering In this order of operations — a heinous miscalculation of reality. For some, the only difference between a classroom and a plantation is time. How many times must we be made to feel like quotas — Like tokens in coined phrases? — “Diversity. Inclusion” There are days I feel like one, like only — A lonely blossom in a briar patch of broken promises. But I’ve always been a thorn in the side of injustice. Disruptive. Talkative. A distraction. With a passion that transcends the confines of my consciousness — Beyond your curriculum, beyond your standards. I stand here, a manifestation of love and pain, With veins pumping revolution. I am the strange fruit that grew too ripe for the poplar tree. I am a DREAM Act, Dream Deferred incarnate. I am a movement – an amalgam of memories America would care to forget My past, alone won’t allow me to sit still. So my body, like the mind Cannot be contained. As educators, rather than raising your voices Over the rustling of our chains, Take them off. Un-cuff us. Unencumbered by the lumbering weight Of poverty and privilege, Policy and ignorance. I was in the 7th grade, when Ms. Parker told me, “Donovan, we can put your excess energy to good use!” And she introduced me to the sound of my own voice. She gave me a stage. A platform. She told me that our stories are ladders That make it easier for us to touch the stars. So climb and grab them. Keep climbing. Grab them. Spill your emotions in the big dipper and pour out your soul. Light up the world with your luminous allure. To educate requires Galileo-like patience. Today, when I look my students in the eyes, all I see are constellations. If you take the time to connect the dots, You can plot the true shape of their genius — Shining in their darkest hour. I look each of my students in the eyes, And see the same light that aligned Orion’s Belt And the pyramids of Giza. I see the same twinkle That guided Harriet to freedom. I see them. Beneath their masks and mischief, Exists an authentic frustration; An enslavement to your standardized assessments. At the core, none of us were meant to be common. We were born to be comets, Darting across space and time — Leaving our mark as we crash into everything. A crater is a reminder that something amazing happened here — An indelible impact that shook up the world. Are we not astronomers — looking for the next shooting star? I teach in hopes of turning content, into rocket ships — Tribulations into telescopes, So a child can see their potential from right where they stand. An injustice is telling them they are stars Without acknowledging night that surrounds them. Injustice is telling them education is the key While you continue to change the locks. Education is no equalizer — Rather, it is the sleep that precedes the American Dream. So wake up — wake up! Lift your voices Until you’ve patched every hole in a child’s broken sky. Wake up every child so they know of their celestial potential. I’ve been a Black hole in the classroom for far too long; Absorbing everything, without allowing my light escape. But those days are done. I belong among the stars. And so do you. And so do they. Together, we can inspire galaxies of greatness For generations to come. No, sky is not the limit. It is only the beginning. Lift off. Watch from Here
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SuperSupremo:HY are you throwing tantrums, it's your gods that train men on beating they wives |
SuperSupremo:Remind me which other religion trains or is it coaches men on how to beat women |
His defense, that the wife was attempting suicide. This was in Jan. Thank God yesterday a court handed him 20 years of prison rape Source
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