₦airaland Forum

Abuzooooo=Abuzola

Na soooo

It is not security for ballot boxes that matter, but the ballot stuffing, thuggery, violence . . . and after-election abracadabra that has always marred the credibility of our elections.

Will that stop kidnapping?

Siena said it all . . . stick with the used Japanese . . . I dont trust KIA.

This is 9ja, kilode?

. . . . as if Nigerians are honest people . . . majority of Nigerians are crooks!

cvibe:
Still beats me why a lady that's planning marriage, can't draw the line between the past (EX) and the future (husband to be).

My exact thoughts!

I appreciate nutin more than true love from my wifey.

abuzola has destroyed the religious section.

@ogaga;

You can read this for keeps . . .

Ruth went to her mail box and there was only one letter.
She picked it up and looked at it before opening, but then she looked at the envelope again,
There was no stamp, no postmark, only her name and address.
She read the letter:

Dear Ruth:
I`m going to be in your neighborhood Saturday afternoon and I'd like to stop by for a visit.
Love Always,
Jesus

Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter on the table. 'Why would the Lord want to visit me?
I'm nobody special, I don't have anything to offer.'
With that thought, Ruth remembered her empty kitchen cabinets.
'Oh my goodness, I really don't have anything to offer. I'll have to run down to the store and buy something for dinner.'
She reached for her purse and counted out its contents. Five dollars and forty cents.
Well, I can get some bread and cold cuts, at least.'
She threw on her coat and hurried out the door.
A loaf of French bread, a half-pound of sliced turkey, and a carton of milk, leaving Ruth with grand total twelve cents to last her until Monday.
Nonetheless, she felt good as she headed home, her meager offerings tucked under her arm.

'Hey lady, can you help us,lady?'
Ruth had been so absorbed in her dinner plans, she hadn't even noticed two figures huddled in the alleyway.
A man and a woman, both of them dressed in little more than rags.
'Look lady, I ain't got a job, you know, and my wife and I have been living out here on the street, and, well, now it's getting cold and we're getting kinda
hungry and, well, if you could help us. Lady, we'd really appreciate it.'

Ruth looked at them both.
They were dirty, they smelled bad and frankly, she was certain that they could get some kind of work if they really wanted to.
'Sir, I'd like to help you, but I'm a poor woman myself. All I have is a few cold cuts and some bread, and I'm having an important guest for dinner tonight and I was planning on serving that to Him.'
'Yeah, well, okay lady, I understand. Thanks anyway.'
The man put his arm around the woman's
shoulders, turned and headed back into the alley.
As she watched them leave, Ruth felt a familiar twinge in her heart.
'Sir, wait!'
The couple stopped and turned as she ran down the alley after them.
'Look, why don't you take this food. I'll figure out something else to serve my guest.'
She handed the man her grocery bag.
'Thank you lady. Thank you very much!'
'Yes, thank you!' It was the man's wife, and Ruth could see now that she was shivering
'You know, I've got another coat at home.
Here, why don't you take this one.'

Ruth unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it over the woman's shoulders.
Then smiling, she turned and walked back to the street, without her coat and with nothing to serve her guest.
'Thank you lady!
Thank you very much!'
Ruth was chilled by the time she reached her front
door, and worried too.
The Lord was coming to visit and she didn't have anything to offer Him.
She fumbled through her purse for the door key. But as she did, she noticed another envelope in her mailbox.
'That's odd. The mailman doesn't usually come twice in one day.'


Dear Ruth:

It was so good to see you again.

Thank you for the lovely meal.

And thank you, too, for the beautiful coat.

Love Always,

Jesus


Jesus can appear to you in any form, any day, any time . . . He did appear to me too!

[size=18pt]False prophet, anti-christ in the making![/size]

@ogaga;

He has appeared to us who know Him, we have had a personal experience with Him . . . but more importantly, Jesus declared unlimited happiness to those who have not seen Him, but yet believed in Him.

^^ Your view, right?

Where is Nigeria headed to? as far as I am concerned, this UTME is purely some kind of a test-run . . . it will be scrapped in the long run if admission officers dont gain from it.

Things that happen in Naija.

^^^ Quite agreed with dat.

^^ You is right!

The first question everybody needs to ask before answering is this: 'What if it were me?'.

@ Vortex;

I am waiting for your answers to my questions.

^^ Oh my God . . . such blasphemy. This thread is not for me . . . am outta here.

There was one thing you could not take away from Fela . . . his originality.

Lets wait and see if they are for real. Me-thinks the aboki was just talking politics.

supereagle:
One thing that cannot be gainsaid is that Coach Amodu has delivered more laurels to Nigeria than any Coach.
1. 2002 and 2010 w/cup ticket.
2. 2006 world beach soccer ticket
3. The youngest coach (29yrs)to win Mandela Cup for BCC in 1990 and got to the final the following year with the same team.
We may label him incompetent , but he has won the w/cup tickects for us twice, but my fear for the man, he may be replaced by an Oyinbo Coach.

Yes, Ahmodu did all these, but right now, he is a spent force, for God's sakes, we need a foreign coach!

She is just one of the greatest.

In as much as I dont watch the program, I believe every believer has the liberty to run away from sin or to indulge in it. It is your choice, not a group choice.

^^^^ I wonder what is happening in that school . . . Fashola? are you there?

Pathetic if it not a make-believe story.

@Op; you should have opened the thread with your own story.

Ha ha ha ha, truelly out of Naija.

I think we need a foreign coach, period!

@OP; This sounds so wrong . . . you think super eagles is moi-moi?