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LMAO these two guys missed their way to the comedy section. Mamb0snake: In case you didnt get it the first time, you can never find any info about me on cole8. You have NOTHING on me. Repeat it to yourself in front of the mirror until you believe it. As for the phone number, I gave you already and now I have removed it. Sorry, you were not fast enough, DUAL CORE. If you do not want your name to be used, just delete your account and create a new one. Oh, sorry, you cant delete your account. Well, you can change your email to a fictitious one e.g HHJDJjkdkHJHJie8728292@mail.com . The site will lock you out, send an activation email to the wrong email, and as such your account will be lost forever. Then you can create a new account with a name you will answer to. *Hisses* And when I said you should get a paying job, I meant something that will make you answerable to someone, not for the money, but because you sound pathetic and lonely. Sorry about that.And Dual-Core keeps talking about "doing something to me". Like WHAT? You don't even know NADA about me? Isn't that a rather silly thing to say then? @Topic: Sorry about these two guys, Dual Core stalked me down here from another thread and now Mambenaje has joined in. @Moderator: You may lock this thread if you wish, the information has been passed on and the thread seems to be rolling out of control, ![]() |
Dual Core, go and get a paying job and stop living on NL. LOL. Of course I expect you to reply that you work for yourself, LOL |
Hi people, the following includes my opinions and some things I have learnt, and I do not intend to argue about my views (as I have learnt here on NL), for reasons best known to myself. @All the Atheists on this thread: By definition, no one knows what lies outside their tiny circle of knowledge. To claim you know there is no God is to claim you have exhaustively searched every part of every universe and dimension with an infallibly accurate method of detecting every non-physical entity that could possibly exist. The claim that God has taken the initiative and chosen to reveal himself to some people is not nearly as unbelievable.@All those saying that all "religions" are the same That's what many religions teach, so [size=13pt]you have nothing to lose by ignoring them and concentrating on Jesus, who declared that if you don't surrender to him, you have everything to lose[/size]. (John 14:6; Acts 4:10-12) You and I are simply not in a position to claim to know more about spiritual reality than the greatest religious teacher earth has seen - Jesus. He upheld the Scriptures which insist that all other religions offend God. (Deuteronomy 32:16-20; Matthew 5:17-19)@All other non-Christians thinking there's nothing in it for them: You are right to reject a religion that's a list of dos and don'ts, or a gathering of dour-faced, self-righteous Bible thumpers. Jesus would reject it too. Anything Jesus is involved in is vibrant, liberating, compassionate, powerful and supernatural. |
^^^^^^ Can someone tell me what this guy is feeling like or what is eating into him? I thought you said on another thread that you had an illusory rhinoceros-thick skin and nothing gets to you? I don't forget things, you see? |
Wonderful sites can be done in Joomla, but if you, like me, are a Joomla "expert", you will recognize Joomla jobs ASAP e.g. www.clubdrivelocity.com was a lovely Nigerian site I visited yesterday. It was hard to tell, but I found out it was a Joomla job. Joomla makes your work faster, but at the expense of site load speed, and some restrictions in the layout. I said some things about Joomla in the past: https://www.nairaland.com/nigeria/topic-344739.0.html#msg4837692 https://www.nairaland.com/nigeria/topic-344739.0.html#msg4839955"If you have more questions, let's hear em. ![]() |
O ye of little faith ![]() I am removing the number now. |
Okay (removed) Call the number at your own risk |
Amila! (A million smiles) |
@mambenanje: You also want some? ![]() ![]() I am not a terrorist o, I just don't like how you guys are derailing the thread and Dual Core was making it sound like we had something going. Dont let my honeybunny get you, y'hear?Okay, start over? |
PapaBrowne:GBOSA!!! PAPA BROWNE has done it again!! Kay 17:@Kay 17: If you expect to have a PHYSICAL thing that will totally explain away a Spiritual (say, non-physical) Truth, then you go wait tire I think this is still one of the best shots I have seen at such an explanation that the absence of evidence is not the evidence of absence! |
@PapaBrowne: Good one. |
Sweetiemuffs, Im coming onto yahoo msger right now! ![]() |
@Davidylan: LOL Long time, hope you're cool? @Topic: Now that Banom is Born Again, it's time for others to follow suit! ![]() |
@Dual Core: You too talk abeg. ![]() @Worldbest: To my knowledge he used Java: JSP and Glassfish |
The Cleek *@Kunbee: (runs to her and hugs her, how are u doing? Missed you lots! I know u didnt miss me though)* |
@SeanT21: Seeklove put a good lid on it! I couldn't have said it better!!! @Seeklove: Kudos |
@Frizy: I know you in real life, and also on facebook. Very interesting! You speak the EXACT same way here as you do in life, and on facebook. |
@posakosa: simply put, i had, over time, built a bias against most of your posts on this religion section, but your objectivity on this thread has lowered my bias. But then, you dont need to worry about it. Pls ignore the needless comment, |
Thanks MyJoe! |
@Dual-Core: I am cool, how about you? (And what languages do you code in, by the way?) |
Comments and criticisms are very welcome! |
U-no-dey-tire |
@Dual-Core: ![]() P.S:Please keep your hands in your own pockets. Or your girlfriend's pockets, ![]() |
Coming back from a tiring day at work, Ifedayo could expect his door handle, keyhole and his foot mat to be smeared with a special whole new kind of dirt, and it was never the same colour or smell as the one he had to be wary of when climbing the stairs. And he was never, ever, disappointed. It was evident that the neighbours' kids used to come and ogle and glare at his desktop computer through the keyhole, jostling to see this immobile creature that was expatriate to the whole village of Agbepo, and their daily struggle always left their signatures behind. Grime. Dirt. Streams of mucus. Threads and streaks of matter from children who had recently given the latrine a handshake. Great. Ifedayo had been detailed to carry out his National Youth Service Corps program in Agbepo village as a means of giving back to the nation after concluding his undergraduate studies in Health Science and Technology at a renowned Southern University in Nigeria. He had not been aware of the fashion trends in the village, for the Agbepo village people were obsessed with grime, enough to make pigs turn green. At first, he was exasperated in disgust, but he consoled himself with the idea that the village had only advanced in fashion (because what-with upcoming fashion trends worldwide, to the tune of dressing scantily, wearing cut-jeans and rags, etc, who knows if dirt wouldn't be the in-thing by the year 2084?). For now, he just ignored the villagers and imagined they didn't exist. Imagination is such a futile human effort, he decided, as he stepped on a wrap of gooey stuff that someone had lost interest in. He went to the backyard, got a stone and carefully scraped off the eba stuck to his shoes. He returned to the front, inspecting the floor before making any footstep, and opened his door, wiping his hands on tissue paper afterwards. No use smelling his hands, he just had lunch and didn’t want to vomit. He stepped into his clean room, possibly the only clean domain for a mile around. But clean, too, was a transient adjective, because under one minute his room was flooded with kids who didn't wash, or if they did, must have done so with the sort of water that is native to drainages and trenches. Amidst the strong wave of stenches, he heard "Welcome COPPER ! What have you bringed to us today?" as they struggled to show the efficiency of the little village school. So he opened his bag and shared sweets amongst them. Of course, he had to pick up the wrappers after they had left. Not only that, but he needed a once-over on the room with his broom and hard-brush to eliminate the clods of soil that they had embedded in his carpet, originating from the soles of their feet. He needed a bath. Then he found out that two or three of the kids had wiped their hands on his towel. The substance was blackish-green, but it had the constitution of okra seeds. His heart sank as he folded the towel and threw it in the laundry basket. Armed with his face-towel, he went outside and picked up his bucket beside the door. Without any enquiry or evaluation, he knew it was smeared with kernel oil, and had some kitchen liquid waste. It also had some sputum generated from the household's chewing sticks. He needed no soothsayer to tell of it, this was an everyday routine practice. Taking the bucket and some soap, he went to the riverside, encouraging himself to endure it all. He had almost one year to go, of which he had spent less than a month. The wind was very strong and the trees swayed in a rhumba dance. Tiny drops of water hit his face. It wasn't going to rain. One of the young men walking in front had spat in the wind. As he turned the final road bend towards the river, he saw, and he stood still and stared at the paragon of beauty. "I must be mad", he cautioned himself, "to be seeing things at this time in the evening. And I don't even drink!" But this was a picture to drink in, because she was truly beautiful. Lips, Hips, and Fingertips. His brain said he was crazy to call an Agbepo woman beautiful, but his heart hastily overruled that objection. Quickening his stride, he decided that if she used very good clothes, she would beat the last five Miss Nigeria Beauty Queens hands-down. And she was staring at the waters, her long jet-black hair caressing the winds. As she turned and faced him, Ifedayo's knees quaked because she was even prettier than he initially thought. And she was CLEAN! "I must be dreaming. Let me make the best of it while it lasts", thought Ifedayo. He sincerely hoped she couldn't hear his amplified heartbeat. The ravishing lulu asked him, "Hey! Why are you staring at me? I'm not a ghost or something, you know?" That clinched the deal. This chic had a voice like crystals in waterfalls, creating a dizzying sensation, and she spoke very good fluent English with a mouth-watering accent. "Who, who are you?” stammered Ifedayo. She smiled a pretty, broad smile and said, "I see. You are surprised that I don't look like these villagers. Okay, will you promise not to run away if I tell you?" "Why should I run?” grinned Ifedayo. "Okay". Assuming a deep frown, she said, "I am Yemoja, Queen-Goddess of the Waters. I arise from the River every Wednesday before any market-day to decide how much the fish, crabs, shrimps, prawns and other water-related products will sell for. Are you satisfied?" Ifedayo's wide grin froze, and he contemplated fight, flight or fright but none seemed to work. He was entranced. He kept on looking at the goddess. The goddess snapped her fingers at his ears and waved her hands in front of his face, saying "Hello! Anyone home?" Ifedayo cleared his throat and said, "Well, what can I say?" and then she burst out laughing, holding her ribs. "I was only kidding you! I'm a youth corper as well; I just arrived in the village last week because something went wrong with my former posting. I work at the village primary school as a Mathematics teacher", and she reached into her pocket and flashed her I.D. card at him for emphasis. "So, Adeshewa, why were you staring at the waters?" Now it was her turn to gape. "How did you know my name?" He smiled. "I forgot to tell you that I am Ifa . Yeah, right. I saw your I.D. card. I'm very quick and observant." She smiled. Then her smile dropped, and she said, "Okay. I've always wanted to swim, I really wish I could." "I can! Let me teach you!" "When?" "Right now!" "That's so scary. I don't even know the first thing about swimming!" "Don't worry. I'll be your trainer, lifeguard and instructor all at once. Get ready for the time of your life!!" A big lie. It was the time of his life. They split, each one to get their swimwear, and met again at the riverside. A young man suddenly ran round the corner, got to the riverside, and oblivious to the presence or existence of any other entity at the riverside, he picked up a half-eaten loaf of bread from the dumps. Dancing from side to side, jumping dramatically in a bid to keep a lid on his gradually accelerating ordure, and with sweat massaging his face; the young man split the half-loaf in two and crouched to make an unholy sandwich. He stood up feeling relieved and tossed the newly-packaged fish-snack into the river. Adeshewa giggled playfully and pointed at the young man, but Ifedayo didn't seem to notice; he was trying to control his own mind from entering the physical realm and doing a wild jig, as he stood beside the pretty Adeshewa in her brand-new swimsuit, ready to teach her to swim. Some unidentifiable debris streamed across the face of the waters, but Ifedayo didn't care. The power of Love was far greater than the Yuk factor. He spread his arms wide apart and carried her on his back. Feeling her rapid heartbeat against his strong back, he began the swimming demonstration; stroking and wading through the polluted waters; the many waters that the wise King Solomon said cannot quench the power of love. THE END (c) Mavenbox April 2006 Glossary: Eba: Cassava farina pudding-cake Ifa: Yoruba god of Divination Okra: The vegetable otherwise known as ladys' fingers, found in long mucilaginous green pods & often simmered or sautéed, used especially in soups and stews Yemoja: Yoruba Water goddess |
@Banom: Welcome to the family! Welcome to the elect of the Godhead! I am very happy for you. Never forget, you are the salt of the earth; a city set on a hill whose lamp cannot be hid. If men do not taste the flavour of your conversion experience, of what use will it be? If your neighbours still stumble in darkness in the wake of your light, what is the essence of soteria? (Your altogether complete salvation). God bless you! @Naysayers: Get THE life! ![]() @Posakosa: Correct guy! LOL For once I am actually agreeing with you. Maybe I will read your future posts with less bias, in view of this objectivity you have displayed on this thread. I thought my own was too much. |
Wow, this thread has made my day, after being away from NL for so long, Now let me go over to Banom's thread and make my comment, |
@tonjoan: Thanks! ![]() |
@DualCore: hey give me some credit! I clicked thru your profile, saw your website link and gleaned it from your site footer, it took less than 10 seconds! What stalking do u refer to? ![]() |
Cool! 2 weeks ago? The guy just told me some few days ago, how did u get to hear of the engine? |
@DualCore: Come all the way into Nigeria, into Rivers state, into PH, into TransAmadi cos of a Dreamweaver license that I already have? LWKM u r a joker. Mistakenly made the order twice? this guy, Try another line, im enjoying it. But dont hope cos i aint coming! |
@Jonescosmo: You should have an index file on your root. For instance, all your confidential files on ftp://209.217.203.9/ are available for all men (well, err, and women) to peruse. |
And when I said you should get a paying job, I meant something that will make you answerable to someone, not for the money, but because you sound pathetic and lonely. Sorry about that.



