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Airborne02:
. Oga d tin shock me jooor .. Me no dey even talk about bleep oo i just added as a friend na she ask of bleep say 2ok i shock na

lagmostkuit:
kinglekan come let's do our own wedding.
Stop wasting time

adaksbullet:
Bus mumuuu u is nort d only ones o...anytyme am whant too fork mine wife, she use too tye kunkunba in ma deek am only move and d kunkunba do the fork

coldHeat:
A difficult question to say the least.

A hundred million dollars (roughly 20 billion naira) is really tempting, in reality, a part of me would go with it, and if I don't save it, a part of me will sink with it forever; every challenge afterwards will look me in the eye and mock me and my business sense will call me stupid and all other sorts of things.

But if I save the money and choose to lose my mum and wife, there is no amount of cash or assets that will save me from the guilt of choosing money over them. I might live to be a hundred years old and my money would be able to buy anything for me, save the feeling that I did the right thing at the right time, and on my dying bed, I'd regret deeply and probably curse the day I made that mistake that changed my life and robbed me of my soul and humanity forever.

So, the money is out of the question.

I am left with my wife and my mother.

My wife is a part of me, we are not the two sides of a coin, we are the coin; our sides expressing and revealing our personalities and ideals which can best be understood differently by whoever looks at us. My wife completes me, defines me and re-defines me as I go about my purpose. To live without her is to live without the core essence of my being; a man flayed, trying to come to terms with his newly found existence that hides within the shadows of his depression, heavily pregnant without meaning but a despair that can only be comforted his grief and the passage of time...

But my mother is my source, without her, I cannot exist; my spirit will have no body to tether to, since my body came from the workshop that is her womb. I was created in the realm before earth, but my spirit married my body in my mother's womb; it was our home, our school and our church where we met, got acquainted, bonded and manifested into this world. There won't be anything left for me to share with my wife, and my orientation of life and eternity would be baseless and shapeless without the accompanying lessons I received form her...

So here I stand, watching the two most important women sinking before my eyes, the third (money) I shall carelessly divorce for the sake that I might in a bid to save three (myself included) lose one (money)...

Whether I can even swim well or not the painter of the scenario does not say, but if the circumstance determines that I can only save one then I shall be forced to make a choice.

I will first choose my mother because I will never have another in this life or the next (no mammary glands or vaginas in heaven mind you), and I shall let my wife die (it may appear she died rich as she sinks with the money, but at this serious point of call, such witty, ironic humor shall recede into the deepest parts of my mind that a logical thinking pattern blessed with adrenaline might take over).

The problem with this choice (since I know my mother very well) is that she too will be unhappy with me (and herself) for the rest of her life. She will tell me once she wakes up that I should have saved my wife and left her to die, since she had lived her life well enough to know that I haven't begun to live mine. And if I know my mother very well she would jump right back into the water (even though she knows she can't swim) to save my wife, and I'd have to jump into the water all over again...

So, who would I save in truth? I'd save my wife.

I'd leave the money (even if i wanted to, a hundred million dollars {in gold or cash} would be too heavy for me to pull up to the surface fast enough to go back and save the women in my life [estimating its weight]), and I'd save my wife, knowing my mother would approve of such a thing (and like most high-rated Hollywood movies she'd say a touching cool line whilst sinking like "save your wife you stupid boy, and tell that your bald head father I knew about him and Cynthia), and after saving my wife I'd go down and save her as well, hoping that God would humour us all and mouth to mouth resuscitation would save the day...

So, in a nutshell,

I'd save my wife,

Then i'd try save my mum (at least I'd bring her body to the surface and try to call her spirit back into her body),

If I can save both, then I'd be so happy I'd go back down and look for that money!


But to save wealth at the expense of life, even Death herself might just mutter aloud "eleyi gidigan" (this one is strong!"


lol!

coldHeat:
A difficult question to say the least.

A hundred million dollars (roughly 20 billion naira) is really tempting, in reality, a part of me would go with it, and if I don't save it, a part of me will sink with it forever; every challenge afterwards will look me in the eye and mock me and my business sense will call me stupid and all other sorts of things.

But if I save the money and choose to lose my mum and wife, there is no amount of cash or assets that will save me from the guilt of choosing money over them. I might live to be a hundred years old and my money would be able to buy anything for me, save the feeling that I did the right thing at the right time, and on my dying bed, I'd regret deeply and probably curse the day I made that mistake that changed my life and robbed me of my soul and humanity forever.

So, the money is out of the question.

I am left with my wife and my mother.

My wife is a part of me, we are not the two sides of a coin, we are the coin; our sides expressing and revealing our personalities and ideals which can best be understood differently by whoever looks at us. My wife completes me, defines me and re-defines me as I go about my purpose. To live without her is to live without the core essence of my being; a man flayed, trying to come to terms with his newly found existence that hides within the shadows of his depression, heavily pregnant without meaning but a despair that can only be comforted his grief and the passage of time...

But my mother is my source, without her, I cannot exist; my spirit will have no body to tether to, since my body came from the workshop that is her womb. I was created in the realm before earth, but my spirit married my body in my mother's womb; it was our home, our school and our church where we met, got acquainted, bonded and manifested into this world. There won't be anything left for me to share with my wife, and my orientation of life and eternity would be baseless and shapeless without the accompanying lessons I received form her...

So here I stand, watching the two most important women sinking before my eyes, the third (money) I shall carelessly divorce for the sake that I might in a bid to save three (myself included) lose one (money)...

Whether I can even swim well or not the painter of the scenario does not say, but if the circumstance determines that I can only save one then I shall be forced to make a choice.

I will first choose my mother because I will never have another in this life or the next (no mammary glands or vaginas in heaven mind you), and I shall let my wife die (it may appear she died rich as she sinks with the money, but at this serious point of call, such witty, ironic humor shall recede into the deepest parts of my mind that a logical thinking pattern blessed with adrenaline might take over).

The problem with this choice (since I know my mother very well) is that she too will be unhappy with me (and herself) for the rest of her life. She will tell me once she wakes up that I should have saved my wife and left her to die, since she had lived her life well enough to know that I haven't begun to live mine. And if I know my mother very well she would jump right back into the water (even though she knows she can't swim) to save my wife, and I'd have to jump into the water all over again...

So, who would I save in truth? I'd save my wife.

I'd leave the money (even if i wanted to, a hundred million dollars {in gold or cash} would be too heavy for me to pull up to the surface fast enough to go back and save the women in my life [estimating its weight]), and I'd save my wife, knowing my mother would approve of such a thing (and like most high-rated Hollywood movies she'd say a touching cool line whilst sinking like "save your wife you stupid boy, and tell that your bald head father I knew about him and Cynthia), and after saving my wife I'd go down and save her as well, hoping that God would humour us all and mouth to mouth resuscitation would save the day...

So, in a nutshell,

I'd save my wife,

Then i'd try save my mum (at least I'd bring her body to the surface and try to call her spirit back into her body),

If I can save both, then I'd be so happy I'd go back down and look for that money!


But to save wealth at the expense of life, even Death herself might just mutter aloud "eleyi gidigan" (this one is strong!"


lol!

coldHeat:
A difficult question to say the least.

A hundred million dollars (roughly 20 billion naira) is really tempting, in reality, a part of me would go with it, and if I don't save it, a part of me will sink with it forever; every challenge afterwards will look me in the eye and mock me and my business sense will call me stupid and all other sorts of things.

But if I save the money and choose to lose my mum and wife, there is no amount of cash or assets that will save me from the guilt of choosing money over them. I might live to be a hundred years old and my money would be able to buy anything for me, save the feeling that I did the right thing at the right time, and on my dying bed, I'd regret deeply and probably curse the day I made that mistake that changed my life and robbed me of my soul and humanity forever.

So, the money is out of the question.

I am left with my wife and my mother.

My wife is a part of me, we are not the two sides of a coin, we are the coin; our sides expressing and revealing our personalities and ideals which can best be understood differently by whoever looks at us. My wife completes me, defines me and re-defines me as I go about my purpose. To live without her is to live without the core essence of my being; a man flayed, trying to come to terms with his newly found existence that hides within the shadows of his depression, heavily pregnant without meaning but a despair that can only be comforted his grief and the passage of time...

But my mother is my source, without her, I cannot exist; my spirit will have no body to tether to, since my body came from the workshop that is her womb. I was created in the realm before earth, but my spirit married my body in my mother's womb; it was our home, our school and our church where we met, got acquainted, bonded and manifested into this world. There won't be anything left for me to share with my wife, and my orientation of life and eternity would be baseless and shapeless without the accompanying lessons I received form her...

So here I stand, watching the two most important women sinking before my eyes, the third (money) I shall carelessly divorce for the sake that I might in a bid to save three (myself included) lose one (money)...

Whether I can even swim well or not the painter of the scenario does not say, but if the circumstance determines that I can only save one then I shall be forced to make a choice.

I will first choose my mother because I will never have another in this life or the next (no mammary glands or vaginas in heaven mind you), and I shall let my wife die (it may appear she died rich as she sinks with the money, but at this serious point of call, such witty, ironic humor shall recede into the deepest parts of my mind that a logical thinking pattern blessed with adrenaline might take over).

The problem with this choice (since I know my mother very well) is that she too will be unhappy with me (and herself) for the rest of her life. She will tell me once she wakes up that I should have saved my wife and left her to die, since she had lived her life well enough to know that I haven't begun to live mine. And if I know my mother very well she would jump right back into the water (even though she knows she can't swim) to save my wife, and I'd have to jump into the water all over again...

So, who would I save in truth? I'd save my wife.

I'd leave the money (even if i wanted to, a hundred million dollars {in gold or cash} would be too heavy for me to pull up to the surface fast enough to go back and save the women in my life [estimating its weight]), and I'd save my wife, knowing my mother would approve of such a thing (and like most high-rated Hollywood movies she'd say a touching cool line whilst sinking like "save your wife you stupid boy, and tell that your bald head father I knew about him and Cynthia), and after saving my wife I'd go down and save her as well, hoping that God would humour us all and mouth to mouth resuscitation would save the day...

So, in a nutshell,

I'd save my wife,

Then i'd try save my mum (at least I'd bring her body to the surface and try to call her spirit back into her body),

If I can save both, then I'd be so happy I'd go back down and look for that money!


But to save wealth at the expense of life, even Death herself might just mutter aloud "eleyi gidigan" (this one is strong!"


lol!