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[quote)Lmao when I was younger when my mom would make stew I would hide the head and feet and throw it out later at night. My mom would be looking for it and I'd just act like I don't know what the hell she was talking about [quote][/quote]Karmamod, when you have children and ponmo and ese baban kano start to miss from the pot, at least you know its the return of KARMA ![]() |
tpia, 1. The discussion is "Yoruba men eating cooked fish head". 2. In response, I pulled a Yoruba proverb on fish head. 3. Applied the proverb in context of why it is a noble cause to eat fish head. 4. You responded by saying my interpretation of the proverb was wrong. 5. You offered another explanation for the proverb _ the correct version! How does your offer of the correct version answer to the topic? If it does not, how is somebody wrong that attempted to apply a proverbial saying on fish head to answer to the topic? Again, I maintain that Africans are notorious for skipping vision in favor of academic righteousness and with your responses you are accurately substantiating my claim. |
tpia, why is the dimension of my explanation not applicable to address the proverb? You are making wrong assumptions. |
tpia, our fore fathers spoke with divine insight. If you collect all the African proverbs and filter out repetitions across cultures and publish it into a book, you will be looking at a work that will sound like the Bible. God forgive me for that blasphemy, but I said this for a reason. There are people that read the bible literally and then they end up with a lot of logical questions and if your answer is not logical, then they cant understand the message in it. Its the same thing here. I will end this discussion by referencing Sisi's last proverb in post #24 _ So ki ni oro ol' ogbon - Loosely translated - the wise do not have to make a big production of their words. as well as her complete response in #26 . Tpia, she said it all for me and i'm done with it. |
tpia, again, there goes the myth. Does the teaching of the saying apply in a cooked fish? Does the question of Youruba men eating fish head apply with the Yemoja story? I will repeat, Homer is made to fit several roles, depending on the event. Legendary!! You have exemplified by your response, my conclusion that we, Africans, become so focused in critiquing messages and abandon the formulation of ideology completely. |
I don spit tire and I still no see whispa, Omo, wetin happen? Oya put action for ground make u knock dat one comot for list naw ![]() |
Hahahahahaha, Omo, you make laff so tey I nearly lock jaw. eeyah, wado :-) I like as u tek french blow the cry nah, e get as e do me, u sabi ya game well well. Na God don catch u, u see how e be for bodi? U waka comot, jus disapea poooff, no luk back, lef me for hia for inside dark. E bad reach say i no fit siddon hia again, na so i dey knock enter quick quick leave comot. Evfrywhere i go na so i dey luk left, right say i fit see ya light, i come be like agbero wey lost something. Belle sweet me as i take eyeball u so my sista. ![]() |
Sisi, Nice one there! I dont know the truth to it but your account is very convincing. Im going to come back to that in a follow up below but first, to the post. There is a Yoruba saying, "Ol' ogbon di ori eja mu, omugo di iru e mu". Loose translation - the wise is preoccupied with the head, while the fool is grappling with the tail. Eating fish head requires caution, patience, attention and reflex. At the tail end, none of these skills is needed. So by repeatedly eating fish head, it is hoped that the subject will rapidly develop these skills for wisdom and bring it to bear in his personal life. Situation sometimes turn ugly when eating fish head, a mis-routed piece of bone could remain lodged in the throat for days, causing great discomfort, though not deadly. With patience and reflex (not reflux), the problem can be quickly resolved. The outcome is a lesson learnt. ______________________________________________________ Sisi, Have you read Homer? For the sake of those who have not, let me bring out the value of your creativity and originality with that story above you call BS. It may not be true, but nonetheless, it is no BS. If you were a white person, somebody will take that story and send it to their historians for evaluation and if no fact is found, they will not throw it out, instead they will then turn around and classify it for archiving. The purpose being to promote a cultural heritage and the Greatness of a people. Homer is a legend and one of his works included Iliad. There is no truthfull account to the adventures of Iliad. Homer himself is a collection of orally transmitted history _ which is pretty much the basis of African historical passages. Depending on who the audience is the person Homer has been modified and embellished so many times to portray the Greeks as a Great society. In Africa we orient our learning towards European philosophies but we haven't developed the vision much less mastered the strategies for formulating and pushing ethnic ideologies. If we did, our African legends and poets should be included in academic studies in colleges across the globe, just as much as Shakespeare and Charles Dickens are mandatory literatures all over the universe. Sisi, thanks for your ingenuity. For those who might be interested in further reading, here is a link. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homer |
Ogbeni Kola, Eku 'kale o. Iyan biu n' ko, ati awon 'beji? Se won je se won mu? Ara' birin Gold Finch, Iwo la ri bayi? Se mesmerize ti tun lo se ekeebu, Seun ti le jade, abi? ![]() |
Snazzy, Comment l'u de r ? Le temps long non voit. Faites-vous bien ? ![]() |
lmao@Ruby's comments. I smell money all over that story. What do you mean by "no try am o" ? Onyinye, are you going to do a sequel ? Very lovely, I would love to read the ending. Eldee, you got me drooling anticipating some action. When you went to her house and the guy was there, I thought it was going to be a brawl. Then I figured you probably was shocked by what u saw. But when u saw them on the street and took time to step out and confront them, Now, THAT WAS AN ACTION MOMENT, she should be helping him pick up fragments of his denture from the curb, not doing introductions and hand shaking. But you handled it ok, and you know she will get it back somewhere ahead in their relationship. If you ever run into them again, lock up his jaw. |
T, lol, omg! Very revealing. Thanks for putting us in the delivery room. Stephen, very captivating! I have a question for you, how long is the entire story? Let me be your agent man! You can do many things out of that piece - book, music, game, cartoon, What do u say? ![]() |
Hey Stephen, I started wondering, after reading GoldFinch on the first page, if Onyinye had locked you behind her Castle gates. ![]() Nice to see u back! You dropped the roof on da club pardner, nice!!! |
Ruby, I know, im forced to summarize and keep things whitin the word limit. Moderator Karma will censor me if I don't. ![]() In the story, I suspected the girl had been cheating and I wanted to be sure. So I planted surveillance in her phone. My suspicion yielded facts. Discovered that the man she is having sex with is a married and very wealthy individual, with chair positions on couple of corporate boards. I am going to confront her and end the relationship but not before I have collected enough evidence through her phone. Neither of them is aware. The evidence will be used to squeeze his balls into paying me money and saving his name from disgrace. The more information and extensive they are in details, the better the payoff. I shared with my boss what I had discovered and what I wanted to accomplish by taking those steps. Hope this clarified it. ![]() |
CHEATING PARTNER Hey boss, you got a minute? ‘Need to talk to you. Come on in. Wassup, you won lottery? Yep, I just bought the company and I need to cut cost. So I decided to shut down your department. Boy, sit your ass down before I fire you. Hahahahaha! You got the requirements ready for review? Hey, my spirit is not here today man, I need to go home, I’m just not feeling this place today. My boss and I kid each other a lot, good working relationship. He is a strong family man, his office walls are lined with portraits of his family. Kids’ athletic awards, graduation photos, parents, in-laws, his wife. He is a good role model and mentor. I brought my girlfriend to the office one day and introduced her. He is interested in my success. In return, he can count on my loyalty and reliability. For the first time since I came in, he took his eyes off the computer screen and swung around to face me. He stared at me long, reflecting in his mind. How long are you gone? Oh, maybe just two days to recoup myself, ‘should be back in on Wednesday. Hmm. How is she doing? I stood up from the chair. Boss, she is okay. Don’t do anything stupid. I’ll see you Monday. Thank you Sir. I was almost home before I remembered. I swung around and went in the direction of the Mall. I went in the Radio Shack store and bought another microchip, an radio tranceiver, an amplifier and an echo canceller. Do you build computers? The cashier asked. No, radio transistors, it’s a hobby. I paid for my wares and headed home. The bitch, humping on her gold mine and causing the freak to move vigorously in ecstacy, had slipped and tumbled off his pork bellied stomach knocking over a half filled bottle of expensive wine onto her purse and her cell phone killing the implanted transmitter. I did not discover this until a week later when I listened to a recording of the episode. She had called the phone company and replaced phone. The old one is gone with my stuffs still in it. The new one need to be bugged too, ‘wish I could get inside the phone’s camera without leaving clues and bug it for one way shots. She is not the only one that will mine this gold. The taped recordings alone will not do it, I need pictures as well to convince the pig that I mean business. Yeah, boss was right, I can smell a lottery windfall. |
Nice Ruby, well written. Are you going to write on past themes as well? CH3, thank you for modifying that post about the rape. Man! |
Code, I tried to send u message it did not go through. Verify your blackberry address and confirm Thnx |
If you have a blackberry that you have not yet provisioned in your name but it is locked to another carrier, what you need to do is perform a master reset on the device. Mind you, all saved data, information and third party applications on the device will be lost and it is not recoverable. Master reset will return the device to its factory settings. How to do master reset on blackberry 1. go to the main screen - where u see all the icons. 2. look for an icon that says settings or options. 3. go into options 4. look for security settings 5. look for general settings 6. click/open the menu button 7. look for "wipe handheld" 8. select that. if it ask if you are sure say yes. It may ask you to type in BLACKBERRY and it may not. But it will clean your device if you complete these steps. Please, I am not responsible and I am not accountable if you wipe your handheld and lost saved data. It is your responsibility to make sure that you safeguard data on your phone. Hayproof yes your phone is capable of blackberry connect services. This means that it is not a blackberry but it can be loaded with OTA software and behave like a blackberry. Thanks all. |
EROTICA She raised the full glass to her lips and sipped. Tipped it sideways and allowed the spill onto her body, rivulets of merlot cascaded down her dark African skin. Nicely sculpted form from head to toe, her breasts held in fullness by the bra, she stretched straight on the couch. Kneeling close my hands still cuffed in an arrest lock behind my back I noticed this bra’s fastener is in front, I catch a whiff of her fragrance and registered a hint of the deliciousness awaiting my tongue. I lowered my head and pressed a peck on her forehead, a peck on her eyelids, her nose, her lips, I slowly caressed my lips along her skin, a peck here, a peck there, a peck on the cheek, a peck on the ear, a nibble on the ear, a suck on the ear, a warm breath of air on the ear, landed with a measured whisper. I brushed my nose into her neck, sniffing her scent. She knew what I needed. She raised her arm. Then, Johnny Gill came on xm. So good So good My, My, My Listen Put on your red dress And slip on your high heels And some of that sweet perfume It sure smells good on you Slide on your lipstick Let your hair down Cause Baby when you get through I'm going to show you Tonight will be a special night No matter where we go And I'm so proud to be with you I just wanna let you know You got me saying My, My, My My, My, My You sure look good tonight And your so damn fine My nose tucked into her underarm, I sniffed, nibbled, swept my nose back and forth, interlacing my motion with deliberate nudges to cause flow of secretions. I took tiny tantalizing bites of her skin, kissing and nibbling, I worked my way up to my favorite zone. She arched, offering her bra to my face, I sniffed making sure my nose and lips maintain slight contact pressure with the fabric, I walked my way around the succulent mound making circular patterns with my wet tongue avoiding contact with the nipple. She pushed up against my mouth. I clasped my teeth on the plastic fastener and brought my jaws together (do not try this at home ), releasing the latch, I opened my jaws. I took the bra strap in my lips and dragged slowly with a measured step away from the body causing the bra straps and cup to rub friction along the breast surface…I heard her moan. My knob responded with a nodding throb. Her nipples in my full gaze, I buried my face into her mound….my tongue to the orb of her nipple, …a suck, a lick, a nibble, a teeny bite, a teasing flick of the tongue, a full clasp of my lips on her hard nipple, a quick flicker of my…I wanna love you in everyway Let me Let me Show you how sweet it's gonna be I wanna show you things that you Never, ever, ever seen before Put your nightgown on Let your hair hang low Step into our room I'm in the mood to love you all night long My, My, My My, My, My My, My, My |
Man, you guys are working up this thread. T and Stephen, thanks to you guys for bringing this thread. Keep people fromfighting. Lots of talents, lets just say this is talent showcase. Finch, I like your piece but I thought u dont write long stories. Now, who is making love with who Hold on, I told u you are about to run out of names. , ,, ,;;;;;;HR, T, Debo, nice works guys! Debo,na u I see so, how body? Where is Stephen, Doyin ? Waiting on you guys. |
Thoughts…thoughts…thoughts of First Love I know who snitched but I don’t know who was first to hear the news, Was it Mom or Dad? Oh, I dread this moment, After this, I will be sure to give shorty a memorable imprint of this episode; useless sister! It has been over a week already and nothing is said, I am not surprised at their silence. It’s the usual trap, waiting for me to walk myself into a confession, I wish they would say something, let’s just get it over with Then it happened, I sneaked in late one night, Full of guilt, I shut the door silently behind me, The only time I ever shut anything gently! Stepping like an angel on water, I patter my feet softly, careful not make noise and draw attention Head straight for my room, minding my own business, Then I heard the boom, Come ‘ere boy, now how many times will I tell you about coming in late? Don’t stand behind my head, come here where I can see you, I hear you have a girlfriend. Is that your school? I said, is that your school? Now, who is she? Oh God! Suddenly, my stomach bubbled over. I can’t remember but it's possible that air might have been trapped in my stomach and it had to come out, and forcefully it did, through my rear end. Now, This is going to be war. Nobody is going to separate me from her, nobody! When she is around my senses are awakened to her presence, Like a dove, her hue blends with the sky Like jasmine, her sweet fragrance fills my nose, Like velvet, her smoothness is enthralling and I’m ever careful not to bruise when I touch her soft skin, Like a robin, I love to hear her voice, waking up the choir in my soul, Amen to that! She kissed me and awakened a throb where my innocent soul never knew one existed, Hmm, talk about school, I just found a teacher! The bean is out of the bag, I have a girlfriend, I wondered if she will still be a dove in my bedroom, So I invited her to my room early one afternoon, Oo la la, behind my door She turned into a cat, I saw more than a hued sky, sniffed better things than jasmine, she said "who cares, bruise me baby", They say curiosity kill the cat. Curiosity did not kill this cat, As we walked out the door, she transformed and once again became my dove, lovely and pure. I wish Dad would know how well I’m learning in school. |
I see you all have gone far with this writings. Well, Im just joining and making my first and I ll catch up later, |
Lots of talents on this board, I cant believe my eyes T & Stephen, 400 to 500 words is just not going to do it for me, I operate in overdrive when I am passionate; this topic is hot. Can I get a waiver? Just Kidding!! |
You heard what Geniall said? Good point there for u. Pink, I am Yoruba, I grew up in Kano. I speak, read and write Hausa fluently. I said this to give you a hint of my familiarity with the custom. Your parents are immediate to you but you will also have aunts, uncles and other first-relatives that are equally worried. You want a happy marriage but you are already taking short cuts at the foundation. If he thinks your dad shares his values, then why are your folks still worried about him? Why is he not bonding with your dad whom he regards as a fellow Northerner.? |
Pink, Its human sentiments. There is a fear of the unknown. Its not your responsibility to ease their concerns. The man you are dating, if he is aware of their apprehension, should step forward and engage them more frequently. He need to show up more and visit with them, especially with your Dad. His familiarity and presence will make him more accesible for them to satisfy their curiosity about his value system and personality. The more they know about him the more reassured they will be to entrust you to his care. He need to win them to his side, this is not your duty. If he doesn't know how to do that or if he is feeling that as a Northerner he cannot bow down to a Yoruba man, then he is not a good material for you as a husband. If he sees your parents as a Yorubas, instead of in-laws, then he will see you as a Yoruba instead of a wife. |
My people how una dey? Man don waka go come back nah say make I step foot for ground see how una manage. E get as market be o, money don dry for pocket, rich man sef dey halla no know where to turn double hin money. Nah wa wa for dis obodo. Se una go still dey? Make una no comot make i run go for yonder quick quick see how Chief dem dey. I hear hin don sack two of hin wives for sake hardship done land for him door post. ![]() E be like omo still dey vex for man pikin. She don carry herself go dance disnambari for obodo khatmandhu. Na wa for dis urhobo pikin. |
Well, thanks for bringing us the information. If a discussion were opened on the subject of slavery would you be interested in participating? Are you Nigerian or African-American? |
Hayproof, Go to post #4 and click on the link to take you to www.blackberry.com. Take a tour of the demos. |
Mesmerize? |
She's your secret admirer. You unlocked the gate when you said that. You need a mai-guard to check her access through the gate. |
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Hold on, I told u you are about to run out of names.