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Moukee is reading all these. Well, it is time to bury the hatchet. As an apostle of non-violence, I wish to make peace with every one on whose toes I stepped. It is not that I am not good at dissing. But I am like, what will be the point. Nobody can force me to stoop low enough to hate them. Neither can I be angry with my brothers and sisters or fall foul of them; for we were all born to work together, like a man's two hands, feet, or eyelids,or like the upper and lower rows of our teeth. Although this is a different topic, I was wafted here upon the pinions of concord,and I came to remove, with the rake of amity, the seeds of mutual violence and heart-burning and to sow in their place, the germs of social harmony. |
She needs to aim a little bit higher than what she is doing now. If she keeps on pasting her trademark all over the place, that beauty and youthfulness will be nothing. Well, I don't have anything against her. It is just that I get a little bit pissed off when some people refuse to outgrow their backwardness. Fellow nairalanders, I am off to bed. When I wake up tomorrow, I will log on again to see how many of you have decided to conclude if I am stark raving mad. I love y'all, including Eveseh. |
ldollier:So is Hot Angel. When Hot Angel and Eveseh were to be chewing gum, I would see intelligence in the very act of HA chewing gum. While Eveseh would look like a goat chewing the cud of infantile fantasies. |
Inasmuch as posting is not an academic exercise, posters are supposed to display a modicum of native intelligence and common sense instead of just browsing through the collection and making vacuous remarks like "cool", "nice" and all the other inanities that dominate Eveseh's posts. Make a good scrutiny of her 4,000 posts and you will know where I am coming from. twinstaiye:Now I can see that Nairaland has been carved up into spheres of influence. I don't care whose ox is gored. I don't have fans and friends, but I know I am going to have a lot of foes for starting this thread. The truth must out. |
Methinks that award goes to Eveseh. She's never initiated any topic and she tends to be telegraphic in all her 4,000 posts i.e., if they deserve to be called posts. Girl, grow up and put that hidden vision to reality instead of subtracting from the sum of human knowledge. |
one-line queen |
I live in the gay capital city of the world, but b4 they can convert me I will be back in good ol' Naija. |
My nigga Conscience, those pictures got me rolling on the floor. And they actually paint a true picture of what obtains overseas. These guys sometimes even go for ladies with hunchbacks because such women are not likely to pose any problem when the time comes for you to get your indefinite stay. Sometimes you see guys who marry women who are much older than them, but these old cargoes later wise up to the game and that is the beginning of all the marital stress. I beg my brodas, surviving anywhere outside the good ol' Naija especially where you have to have your stay validated, e nor easy o. Nor be for muff. |
The flag is cool, but the name Nigeria sounds like a racial epithet. In German, it is actually pronounced "Nigayria" which to me sounds like Nigger area. Why can't we change the country's name to something that reflects our cultural hereitage like the former Upper Volta did when they adopted the name Burkina Faso, the same way Gold Coast metamorphosed into Ghana? Nigeria is a product of colonialism and as long as we continue to be known and addressed as Nigerians, that colo-mentality will persist. |
I introduced my girlfriend, a German to Lagbaja's music. And now she's got everything about Lagbaja in her repertoire to the extent I now have to turn to her to update my knowledge. I have promised myself that next time I am in Nigeria,I am going to make sure I visit his Motherlan`Club. Never Far Away is in a class of its own. Ask me to rate this piece of music. It is 5 stars all the way. |
Now let me try to put you in the picture regarding my post titiled "My God on Earth". My former lecturer was given a ministerial portfolio thanks to his godfather, Anthony Anenih. On the occasion of dedicating his new house, he gave an address in which he referred to his godfather as his god and that if he were asked to paint God, he would end up with the face, legs and hands of Anenih boldly represented in such a painting. Having read that somewhere, I was like reflecting on certain situations in which some persons have played such a great role in my life that I wouldn't be where I am today, if it weren't for those guys. And I was able to single out my mother's brother. And I am saying too that there can also be people like Anenih and my uncle in the lives of the thousands of Nairaland's subscribers and that it would be worthwhile saying one or two words of appreciation to these guys. Eve, I am sure you got people like that in your life. C'mon, say something by way acknowledging them. Know what I mean? |
Are you online Eve? |
Those who are not bereft of understanding will respond after reading the post and not merely ask questions that seem to suggest I have posted something despicable. Yo Eve, do you want me to break it down for you? |
The senators that voted against the third term bill constitute the upright elements in the savannah of the morally fallen. When I heard that money was being used to lure them to vote for the bill, I was like: ofone! I am really surprised at this positive development which goes to show that never again in the good ol' Naija shall evil overshadow righteousness. Aluta continua! Victoria acerta! |
Ay yo trip! U don't need a logo as long as you have the Logos of love. |
Which is worse: to be charged with rape or to have unprotected sex with an HIV positive woman? |
Could Obasanjo really be the Antichrist? |
Why is it wrong to run naked in the rain? Why is Obasanjo ready and willing to die for Nigeria? |
chinani:The Nigerian Embassy in Berlin is no better. |
The crown of creation is nothing But a rag, a bone and a hank of hair Bonafide artisans Archetypal courtesans Skillfully weaving many threads Of deception Into a larger tapestry Of annihilation Engulfing friends And transforming them Into foes. Bitches I see in places Where they ought not to be seen Denying me thrice Like Peter did Christ. Bitches I hear loud and clear When they ought to be silent. Each time I espy a bitch Chewing gum And a goat Chewing cud I see intelligence in the goat. Bitches remind me of something I hate to remember: Purulent discharges that transformed My dick into a molotov cocktail Of urinogenital ejaculation Trickly and painful. The trick is in their dainty fabrics Profiled against curvaceous hips Street attires which confess Their moral bankruptcy. Bitches who must lay down to sleep Anon must lay down to weep. Prithee gourd, their souls are cheap Bitches are rude Bitches are lewd Bitches are the most dangerous things I have seen. |
Lyrics constitute the foundation of any good poem in that such a poem could be recited in a sing-song manner. In that sense, this is a lyrical poem. |
How much of my success in life is due to Providence? How much of my wealth is due to crime? How much of my misfortune is due to naivety? How much of my suffering is due to retribution? How much of my indignation is righteous? How much of my outburst is uncontrolled? How much of my right is wrong? How much of my wrong is right? How much of my love is insincere? How much of my sincerity is feigned? How much of my life has been wasted? How much of my hate is justified? How much of my truth is falsehood? How much of my falsehood is truth? How much of my libido is natural? How much of my nature is hereditary? How much of my euphoria is drug-induced? How much of my sadness is the side-effect of my euphoria? How much of my sanity is unreal? How much of my insanity is real? How much of my vision has been put to reality? How much of reality have I embraced? How much of my extroversion is beclouded by pessimism? How much of my introversion is overshadowed by optimism? The questions could go on and on and on And yet remain unanswered But one thing I will strive to do: I bare my heart to the entire world of humanity Philosophers,fools, princes, moralists and all manner of men Examine my conscience consciously And if I am found wanting forgive me I am not perfect, I am only human. |
My dawg Kola, it is true that here I have to sweat my ass off. I even have to combine two jobs in order to make ends meet. The percentage of the medical insurance bill vis-a-vis my take-home pay is so infinitessimal that I do not even feel the pinch. There are also some difficulties encountered here. For example, an avalanche of unpaid bills, the ever looming threat of a non-functioning heater in winter and the even more fearful prospect of becoming homeless are the modus vivendi here just as in any metropolis. Yea, I agree, racism is the norm here. Infact, there is a spectre haunting Europe; the spectre of negrophobia. But is there any system that is completely devoid of this feeling of exclusiveness? Even in good ol' Naija, we are all fully conscious of the role played by the hydra-headed monster of tribalism and the division into first class, second class and third class(talakawas) citizens. My dawg Kola, let us not join issues but agree in calling a spade a spade. The hardest condition abroad is better than the best condition back home. I love my country and I am ready, willing and able to do everything humanly possible to make it compete and compare favourably with the industrialized nations. Nigeria is a song that must be sung out loud enough to timbre and reverberate in the ears of those hard of hearing. Adios. |
Lecturing Obasanjo On Kyoto BENIN |
I am already suffering from insomnia. Came back from work this morning and I have been hooked on Nairaland ever since without a wink. This is dangerous o. |
stupid white women |
Moukee is an adulteration of Malcolm, my son's name. |
I quote the former Minister of Solid Minerals under whose tutelage I once did a course in political science in Unibest. "If you asked Odion Ugbesia to draw God, because I have never seen God, by the time I finish it, you will probably find the face of Anenih in it, you find the hands of Anenih and you find the legs of Anenih. Everyday I pray to God to help me in my life, and once and every time Anenih comes and help me. He made me a Commissioner; made me a Minister, made me a Minister again, helped me to build a house". Although Ugbesia is lauding his political godfather to the skies here, I feel there are certain people who have played pivotal roles in our lives and made immense contributions to our success in life, all out of a true altruistic motive. Referring to such people as our gods would not be out place and if I were to draw God,by the time I finish it, you will probably find the face of my maternal uncle who shall remain anonymous here. This guy has gone the whole hog to improve the living conditions of everybody in the extended family. He gave me my first job offer which I turned down and he made a quite appreciable financial and moral support to my trip abroad. And he single-handedly bankrolled my mother's funeral. Thanks uncle for everything. Yo bros and sis, I want you to go down the fuzzy memory lane and illuminate that special person you would want to give the face of God in your drawing. |
I would like to commend my dawg Nwoke for a job well done. Whistle-blowing on Snazzy. Eh yo Snazzy, you can fool some of the people sometimes, but you can't fool all the people all the time. I am going to take the pains to read all your posts. This time around, reading between the lines. This is nothing short of internet scam and all the subscribers to Naireland should have honour as their code. |
meanest |
Tennessee |