Kobojunkie:
I hope he was born again and did works of righteousness in obedience to God.

SimpleBea:
Like mother like daughter, she should have walk naked.
SLUT.

Damianjnr:
Catholic and proud....

FCTumunze:
is ... STD Facts - Human papillomavirus (HPV)

Drugs can Cure it , ....

Proffdada:
Falz is the only dapper person
Meanwhile fathia looks like she's auditioning for a role in Addams family

franciskaine:
are you for real?

kingsman66:
my brother the heart of man is evil,thinking about what will happen to your account if you die is very annoying and devish.........please I advise you stop thinking towards that direction, you will live long and see your children children say Amen to that

DonDemu:
I am Yunusa,
Yes, I am that Yunusa Yellow.

I'm from Kano State, in the Northern Nigeria, a region described, "a predominantly Muslim". I'm 18 years old as you have been hearing around, though I'm not sure about it. In fact, I don't know if I look a bad boy in the view and judgement of some people. But, I'm, to my knowledge, a good boy as I have been raised by my respectable parent.
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Fate had it that my path would be luckily crossed by a blessed and beautiful teen, called Ese who, would later have her name changed to Aisha after she had embraced Islam. She is from Bayelsa State, in the Southern Nigeria, predominantly Christian area. She is 17 years old and very attractively blossomed. God has decreed that we would meet at a point of time and at a place, and we really had met. We met some years back. When we came in contact, I was a Keke-NaAPEP driver, carrying goods and delivering passengers to their destination and running some errands as well. As God has decreed it, I got close to this young and lovely flower and she, in appreciation of my care, took me a brother and also a friend. We formed an intimate relationship. We would spend many hours having a nice chat and a captivating conversation, at different periods and places. We discussed at length and in depth. Any moment we met, we felt overjoyed and wished not to let go of each other. We, consequently and according to the force of love, fall in love with each other. Love? Yes, Love—but a forbidden love. Forbidden love is what, we felt for each other, should be aptly called, because, she was by then a Christian and I'm a Muslim. She is from the South and I'm from the North. The two religions and two regions that have seemingly been at loggerheads and living with each other in contempt. However, we continued to live and enjoy our love, against our immiscible and warring backgrounds. Our souls connected. "That moment," I must say, "had been the remarkable and greatest days of our life—may be of our total period for existence."
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As time goes on, our love gets stronger and our hearts grow fonder. Attachment got deep. We started to do away with our definite and cultural differences, I showed her respect and she did me the same. I did never insult her, her family, her peaple, her faith or tradition. We lived in peace. Unexpectedly, she came to me, one day, and told me that she wished to become a Muslim. I got terribly confused, because I never made a move to have her renounced her faith and we actually seldom talked about religion in our frequent conversations. She insisted on me, but I didn't know how to go about it or what I could do to make her understand the gravity of her decision upon herself and our clandestine relationship as well. I lost my energy and power to make a decision.
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My lovely angel, was so serious about it that, before I knew it, she had told her parent. But they were not happy with the idea and were not ready to buy it at any cost. They didn't welcome it. They told her that she should better give up that dream of becoming a Muslim or she be punished for it. She must comply with their stand, otherwise she face the wrath of the family. They considered the idea a disgrace and shame to the name of the family. But, my sweetheart, being lost to her dream, stuck to her decision and took heed not of her parent's clear and irrevocable order. Problems, then, started to descend upon her at a magnitude and frequency of heavy rainfall. I felt guilty of seeing my love in turmoil, struggling with a traumatizing hardship, making no effort to stem it. My soul was badly bruised, my eyes cried and my heart bled, all for what my sweety was going through. Finally, I made my mind, out of deep and strong love, to end the persistent and precarious predicament I caused her. I decided to leave the State and come back to my State, a hard and painful decision which, to my thinking, would be the best way to entrench peace for ourselves. However, deep inside me I had been hearing so many voices, calls and messages that I had no option but to ignore, for our betterment. I cried incessantly and bitterly like I lost my Ese to the Angel of Death. And Leaving her alone, I thought, in that situation, is like leaving her to live in sweet dungeon with her body eaten each and every day by cannibalistic creatures. I went with my idea, anyway.
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I told her that I was leaving her and her state, to my state, because I could not anymore see her going through this cycle of torture and persecution, because of me. She said, "Okay, but I'm leaving with you. I can't stay here without you. I love you. I love Islam. I love to live with you. I'm no longer a part of here, because they don't love what I love and they have decided to torment me for it. They are my parent, my family. Yes. And I dearly love them. But I cannot continue with them," Tears had already made a river beneath our feet. Crying we did like we were thrown into the hellfire. I finally regained my troubled self and I said to her, "We are leaving together then. I can't allow you to live in perpetual pain of such a huge weight and enormity. Christian, or Muslim, whatever you are, I must save you from the trauma of indifference an meanness. Get ready. Tomorrow, we are leaving to a safer, serener and lovelier place where we would live the way we are and the way we want," So it happened. We left the State!
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God knew that I didn't kidnap Ese. I didn't compel her to leave with me. She followed me at her own will because she could not stand the music of humiliation and desertion played for her by her family. And after we came to Kano, I made Ese feel at home, I explained everything to my family and they fortunately understood me. I got peacefully relieved. Later on, she confronted me again with the issue of conversion to Islam. She took the Shahada, out of her own volition and asked for a Muslim name and Aisha was conferred on her. I didn't force her to accept Islam. And since we loved each other, we therefore decided to get married and live as a husband and wife. We got married. I didn't put a pressure on her to marry me; rather the love she had for me did it. Aisha, my love, has been the loveliest being to happen to me and I will love her forever. As long as we live, our souls will continue to luxuriate in the same cup and our love will unstoppably go on to fly in the air, free and everlasting.

I don't know where my love is at the moment, but I feel her presence and the grandest self of her filling the space I have occupied.
SIGNED
Yunusa Yellow, The Oppressed!

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I am detained, accused of what I never committed and being deprived of seeing my love and smelling her scent; kept in a cell like a bird in a cage, enslaved and separated from the vastness of the world. However, my innocence has been my companion.

Kizmilz:

Satisfied?
Satisfied?

Mercykayy:
I'm sorry you feel that way,no wonder nobody likes you...

adaksbullet:
Gud mournin ppls off NL...............mine gf his doin sumhw too me..............am introduced mine frnd too her last week. Noun mine gf oFf 7yr his say she his nort loved me agn dat she his in love for mine frnd.................am noun ask her while and she jos send me these pisure thess mournin..............am nort no whot she mean