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How long should we bear this fire? How long can we bear the wire that tears across our palms with rigour? That shreds our palpable flesh with vigour? How long shall we live in delusion? How long can we tuck in the gall of confusion? Yes, we are one! So they say! So we say! So they tell us! Yes, we are one because we reside in the same house. Yes we are one because we look at ourselves and see a semblance of relativity. Yes we are one because the white dude says so! As i strode along the way. All i see is hate. As i turn my head to see All i espied is loath. This bitterness is drying my bones. This bitterness is decaying my soul. We hate ourselves so much. We love our own so much. Why put together 2 angered cocks to fight to their death in a cage? Why light the match near the gas and expect no explosion? Why pour the powder in the gun and expect no shot after pulling the trigger? Who can take away this hatred? Can Standd tell us why we reap so much when we've planted nothing? Can Achebe tell us how things were before they fell apart? North keep on hating. West keep on hating. East keep on hating. Oba you can drown the easterners in "your" land, why can't you, you hate them after all. Aboki you can slaughter the easterners in the North, it's just your norm! Hey Mr Chinedu you can dupe the silly Mallam, it's used to you, isn't it? We're just a lot of silly beings, aren't we? Oh, you say we're not? Then go out into the streets and notice how many times your heart twinges and how the lump of bitterness, loathing and hatred rise in you just at the sight of a Nigerian that don't share same ethnicity with you! Stop trying, focus your mind. Stop struggling, release yourself to the awful truth that no matter what "THE CENTER CANNOT HOLD" Mescopaul. |
darksuit:You are right becos u cannever be smart, rather you're over-smart .. |
darksuit:You think you're smart?? |
Do u have a reason for that answer? qbd2 |
Alice came across a lion and a unicorn in a forest of forgetfulness. The lion lies every Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday and the other days he speaks the truth. The unicorn lies on Thurdays, Fridays and Saturdays, and the other days of the week he speaks the truth. Lion: Yesterday I was lying. Unicorn: So was I. Which day did they say that? |
The timely and revealing message of Pastor Kumuyi on the 29th day of March 2015 which is tittled: The Word in A Transformed Believer is already out for download to your mobile phones, pcs and tablets etc. The Audio format Mp3 and Video format Mp4 are shown distinctly below. Click and download straight to your device, no trafficking , trust me! The Word in A Transformed Believer MP3 DOWNLOAD MP4 DOWNLOAD Thank you as you Listen to this timely message in our fast decaying world. God Bless you. For enquiries, suggestions, advice, contributions etc, use the following: - Mail : Mescopaul@gmail.com - Call : +2348134728659 (No WhatsApp) - Address: Happy Home Ibusa, Nigeria. - Socials: www.facebook.com/mescopaul www.twitter.com/mescopaul For more Pastor Kumuyi Message download by Mescopaul pls visit www.mescowap.wapka.mobi or www.rickmasino.wapka.mobi or Google Search the message. Thanks once again! |
Unknown Assassin |
It makes me see how volatile and feeble dis life is |
The remains of late Aishat Noble-Mustapha,the Silverbird staff, murdered at her Ogudu Government Reserved Area residence in Lagos two weeks ago, was buried at Atan Cemetery, Lagos State, yesterday amid tears.
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holicalpha:U GO OLD !! |
Tuesday, Tuesday, Friday hmmm |
Beesluv:Rest n cool ur nerves jor...afta all na u dem do nairaland for ![]() |
menix:Abro na wa oo |
Answer if you can: Mr Jojo said if yesterday was tomorrow today would have been Sunday, when was the statement made? |
It may sound funny, but for those that stay in Asaba and environs , they'ld concur with me that the JAMB CBT exam for 2015 is almost hell on earth for those writing at the "wonderful" JAMB OFFICE. I wrote mine on friday at the Governor of Delta state Wife's school, Mastercare International, and for those that wrote there also, they could testify that it was almost heaven on earth! I do hear since the commencement of Jamb this year that alot of students wrote theirs by 9.pm, some 10.pm other 11.pm, so as late as 12 or 1.am some ppl were either still writing or were returning home from 'writing jamb!'. I never knew my own sister would fall victim of the 'jambocical higi haga' (in Hon. Patrick's voice) or if you like the 'jamboriel crinkim crankum' of CBT 2015. As i type now, the time is 11.04pm , and my sister is not yet back from writing jamb! She left home by say past nine in the morning! With litle or no breakfast! We just called someone is the 'Jamb office' and he told us, that the generator was faulty, and Abuja has to order them to get a new one! So the students who came to write jamb has to pause up everything, their brain, their stomach and all! This is what I call Jambocrotocratosy. This is a phenomenon whereby Jamb candidates spend the night in their supposed Cbt centres. So instead of writing the damn exam, students r busy looking for were to spend the goddamn night, right there at the centre! CBT must be utilised in 2015, and PPT must be scrapped. If this is the type of CBT they are talking about then away with it! JAMB should act fast before I start bellowing # bringbackmysister!!
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Frankled:Take it easy bro, u weren't forced to comment after all .. |
I wonder what happened to our freedom of worship |
More Photos. Nothing would stop the killing of christians except coporate prayers.
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More Photos. Include prayers for the suffering saints in your church meetings, prayer meetings, quiet time, etc.
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More Photos. They could have been your brother or sister. For a moment forget abt denominational sentiments and cry unto God for these souls.
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More Photos. If you have a heart, pls pray.
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More Photos. How free is the "freedom of worship?"
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More Photos. ISIS, OIC, BH, pray for the acts of these bodies to cease.
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More photos. Pray for Christians in Israel, Iraq and Iran
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If you don't have a strong heart, pls don't scroll down. PLS CHRISTIANS PRAY FOR THE MATYRS OF CHRIST Oh my heart bleeds ....
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bebe2:It breaks ma heart dear to see so much level of lawlessness sweeping through our country. Yes the forces shud be scraped and let everyone get a just recompence for his or her actions. It would surprise you to know that the carriers of such inhumane action are even more guilty than the said criminal. As much as I hate "the gentlemen on the road" , i vehemently and loathsomely hate inhuman subjections and actions. |
paolo96:Na your work be dat na |
Chii! were was i since? ![]() MINE is www.understandingyourfamily..com www.rickmasino.wapka.me www.mescopaul..com Reviews, suggestions, advice PLSSSS |
For those that love "silly" and "kiddies" short stories, check out TNS here: https://www.nairaland.com/2146864/night-swimmer-tns |
07:35pm The cool rushing sound of the flowing stream reached him. Alas! he cried. He had reached the stream that lay about a few yards from his position in the nearby bush, but he still heard voices of women and children splashing, washing and swimming in the stream, he never wanted to meet anyone at the stream, he decided he would have to wait, though the night was coming swiftly he would stay still, till they had all cleared from the stream. Finding a comfortable sitting position, Steve sat down leaned his back against a tree and waited. 09:05pm He opened his eyes and could see nothing except thick darkness. "Christ! But why?". He heard no voices now, still his blurred sub-conscious could not decipher were he was or what was happening. A rub across his face brought the reality hitting him painfully. Waiting for the dispersal of the people at the stream had led him to a deep slumber, and now he had woken in the dead of the night or no it couldn't be. Presumably a few minutes past 8, thought little Steve. Gladly his eyes slightly grew accustomed to the darkness, but now all sorts of thoughts flooded his mind. "What if ghost stories were true? And a savage ghost was just lurking beside the stream waiting for him?". If those stories were false, he would have little or no problem at all. As much as he tried to brush aside the thoughts, they multiplied and now he 'visibly' saw strange objects moving in circles, dancing and wagging their sagged bodies to the rhythm of a distant music. That gone, another figure like that of a dark monster stood in his front menancingly spinning a double-edged axe at him, emitting dark liquid from his mouth, that flowed, grew and turned into smaller monsters who did the same and monsters filled everywhere around him. Another white female with strands of hair that touched the sky, she was surrounded by fair maidens that sang and danced with long teeths that craved for his flesh like cannibals. The chain of hallucinations was endless and they kept seeming real each time. A rattle of a giant rat among the grasses jerked Steve out of his hallucination into reality and the strings of the grave imaginations cleared at once. He was sweating all over. He need not waste more time, as briskly as a cat he stepped out from the bush into the open portion of the river bank. Steve was a brave boy! |
Cursing under his breath he managed to get up slowly, of course he knew too well enough what the slimmy pasty substance that plastered his back, buttocks, legs and his neck was. Playing a looser in a friendly match he knew was something he could handle, but not with having feaces painted all over his body, the sight and feeling alone aroused his agitation and he spat and hissed and cursed. Spat again and hissed. He repeated the process the third time, but by now he was fully aware that the nasty process won't help him out of his predicament. Cleaning his body with leaves was not a bad idea, but he was afraid of a serious itching and scratching that could result from it. Perhaps he could have beared an itching body till he got home, but an itching body coupled with the stench smell of feaces was something else. With pieces of twigs he angrily removed the "stupid" feaces he could reach from his body and pulling on his "damn stupid shorts" an idea struck him, he meticulously weighed the idea on an imaginary scale. He knew he was in for lots of ill-luck today, but all the same the idea seemed the most likely solution to his problem, for he dared not walked home like "this", what would his mother and brothers say? He would get a good slap across the face for a start. Agitatingly he got up and made for the stream below, he decided to keep to the bushes till he got to the stream, for farmers and labourers would be returning now, and he wouldn't want to present himself like that. How he would hate when he would passed by and someone would spit and grab his/her nose from the stench smell of rotten "shit". No! He decided he would go through the bushes away from the path till he got to the stream and he would emerge and have a good wash of his stinking self before heading home. Before he could get near the stream, his body was sore, bleeding jolly. Sharp blades of talk elephant grasses had sliced him through, leaving his body bleeding all over. Now not only was he emitting foul and stench odour of stale feaces, he was also bleeding all over and the pain were suicidal. "Oh what a jinx he was" thought twelve year old Steve sadly. |


were was i since?