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ItsModella: oh, where is binger when you need him?hiding behind a rock See that rock there? *pointing at the guest watching* ![]() |
nitlad:ok but stop eyeing my suya ![]() |
[quote author=mondi_cheeks]how was ur day?[/quote]Super Eagles made my day mehn! *ear to ear green* (pun intended) How body? |
Caseless vs binger... In the battle of the 'Stubborn Grammar Gun of Obahiagbon'. *buying suya and la casera* |
[quote author=mondi_cheeks]I only have cheeks on my face [/quote]sure about that? ![]() |
Damn! Love this Lashawnah! |
[quote author=mondi_cheeks]u have a thing for my cheeks don't u lol[/quote]you put your cheeks (not on face) in the spotlight na, so yes, I have a thing for 'em. A big thing. Ooops! That didnt come out right ![]() |
[quote author=gree-die]ok thanks.......do u play football?[/quote]Na only you no sabi ball for here. Oya go enta kitchen wait... You even quiet when dem dey talk how to cook food ![]() |
xynerise: O boy how na?Fine sah. How the wife and child and pet dog and pet dog's pet cat? [quote author=mondi_cheeks]hello[/quote]hey dear. How are you today? *pats cheeks* |
Two things I fear the most about Super Eagles. Their lack of concentration after scoring a goal, and their overconfidence after winning a match no one thought they would win. The victory sweet sha. *licking lips* They played CIV with determination in their hearts as underdogs. I hope they don't play Mali with raised shoulders. |
Good evening all |
dont8: Oahray, what page are we jareand your point is? That the next page is 2000 or what? Hope you realize that we are closer to 1000 than 2000. More than 650 pages more. My question again: are you still going to be here waiting to struggle to make the first comment on page 2000? With the kill-joy way romance section is going of recent, I doubt I will. There is something called progress. |
Maliciously fabricated tale from the cooking pot of Mourinho and Madrid media, based on a misunderstood tweet by Arbeloa's wife, and stirred by Callejon. Messi came with the team bus which left 45mins after the game. In the interview, Callejon claims Messi waited for 1:30mins after the match in the carpark just to insult Arbeloa. Defies common sense. Anyway, Arbeloa's wife Carlota tweeted that her tweet about someone insulting her was not about Messi. https://pbs.twimg.com/media/BCAkbiYCQAAGQGH.jpg use google translate to read her words. |
Lalaosky, goodnight bro. Repent before you wake up o. No more fishing here. Protected species ![]() |
ItsModella: *rolls eyes like a car tyre*Well, if you have it, flaunt it. ![]() |
ItsModella: in your lovely and sweet mind na...nice wordplay.thanks ![]() |
Una too dey fast sef I left for a while and 6 pages dey wait me. See as I come dey chat like vanneni ![]() |
CFCfan: WAEC question: What do CFCfan, Lalaosky, Eze Promoe, Switsex and Ogugua88 have in common?the first swallowed a calabash. The 2nd competed with someone who swallowed a calabash. The 3rd had a calabash shoved down his throat by his babe. The 4th has twin calabashes with high self-esteem. The 5th has as her dp a pic of the farmer who makes the calabash. ![]() |
lalaosky: tashamania is so hard to resist...she has binger, cfc fan.2legit2qit, oahray, acidiosis and hundreds of NL males chasing her...she is hoooooooooooottttttt!!!!!!lol. You know me na. Like James, I Hardly Chase. |
These guys no dey use eye see woman ![]() |
joeydozzy: I'm a Fulham fan.I expected then to winna only Chelsea and Madrid fans dey hate other people progress like this ![]() |
joeydozzy: Fulham lostyou expected Man Utd to lose? ![]() |
DnigerianPrince: Thanks, i'll need your bank name, routing number and account number to send you the recharge card directlyFor only N2,500 card? ![]() |
ItsModella: I no fit laugh...why did SK lock the thread na?its an insult to his hardwork jare. Sexkillz dey try for mod work, overzealous sef ![]() |
channel 190: www.nairaland.com/1182994/romance-section-clean-up-project#14122700lol Na wa ![]() No comments sha |
coogar: itsmodellame? but wait o, how you go dey e-fight, say make people no watch? ![]() |
No fvcking idea ![]() |
ifyalways: I think its different issues here.I think the most important and negative attitude here is his being insensitive not really stingy.He can choose not to buy her a new phone really,but must he change and upgrade his own phone within that same period?He couldnt wait or at worst upgrade to a better phone and get his babe a Nokia torch?maybe you should read the op's post again. Lets examine other possible sides to the story. After losing her money and phone, the man just 'pet' her, after which he left her alone and bought his own bb. What does that sound like? The 'petting' (whatever that might have entailed) accounted for nothing cos he did not replace her phone, like it was his duty. Fastforward to just a month after, her new phone which she bought herself was also stolen (in just the space one one month). Carelessness maybe? She was able to get another one herself, which denotes some level of financial independence. From her post, her man is stingy, because she loses her phone and he doesn't replace it, but buys a phone for himself thereby CHEATING her. WTF! She points to the fact that he earns 8 times her salary as the reason why its his duty to replace her phone every time it gets stolen. I would not be quick to condemn others, as its not my duty. What is more, the story is not complete. She only told us what would support her claim. Some things are still unclear. Calling him stingy without knowing these things is unfair. If he can 'pet' her, why conclude he would be clubbing if his babe is on admission? Is this stinginess on his part shown every time and in all aspects or only as regards her 'stolen' phones? Does he overlook her every need? If he does, why is she just realizing it after 4years? PS: Which brand new ipad do they sell for N40,000 and where? |
Spurred on by the boredom of a hot Tuesday afternoon, I watched on... Perched atop my bed, it was my only source of fun. Watching the trail of ants that marked the landscape of my wall. I had fallen sick and mama insisted I stayed at home. Ok, she did not have to insist, I wasn't keen at going to school anyway. The two bullies were still on my neck, harrassing me at any opportunity. Of course I was too scared to tell anyone. Back to the ants. They were orderly, unlike me. That afternoon, they had something doing. I didnt. I could feel the familiar feeling of jealousy fast taking over. They couldn't be better than me. I was the human and they the ants. How come they dared to be busy while I wasn't? I felt it stirring deep within me... Envy was the name. Green the colour. Nine out of ten on the scale of jealousy. The order just had to end. I was the human, and they the ants. So out of d blue a hand struck. A hand like mine. Coated with jealousy, the hand was mine. An ant was soon by the abdomen stuck. Panic-stricken, the orderliness was quickly broken. The trail momentarily disrupted... My ego pacified. I was in charge. An unseen force... The human. They were just ants. Mere ants that didnt know better than to quickly regroup. The trail born anew. Order re-established. They cared not about the unseen force. Life went on. I was the human, but not as powerful as I thought. They were ants, tiny and crushable, but they cared not about the human. Feeling defeated, I watched on, as the ants laboured tirelessly, worked silently with a trail as perfect as it was orderly. It reminded me of the way people would queue up, dancing towards the alter to pay offering at church. The way we had to march to our class every morning after assembly. I watched them work, tirelessly like they had no choice... until an ant broke free! With satisfaction I watched it wander farther from the trail... To freedom. I could almost hear it heave a sigh of relief. Free to do as it wished. Far from the shackles of restrictive rules. I immediately liked it... My ant. I liked to believe it had my black patch on its belly, given to it by God. With a bond of affection quickly forged, I bade my friend a safe adventure. Far from the trail of ants that did not notice its absence. No one knew... No one cared... It was just another ant... But I felt what it felt. We were not so different after all. I was the human, but that solitary ant was like me in a way. We both dared to be different at times, we questioned the rules when we did it made no sense to us. My gaze followed my ant friend as it strayed further from the others. From a hiding place I hadnt noticed, came danger. Danger in a gecko's form. A quick swipe of its tongue and my ant was gone. Forever lost. The gecko disappeared as swiftly as it had appeared. Gone with it was my ant... That ant that won my heart. Farther away, the trail continued. No ant knew what transpired. None cared. It was just another ant. I felt disgust rising. They were ants, but no different from selfish and insensitive humans. I thought of the people who had me beaten on many occassions. No not Papa, he beat me only when I went wrong. It was a parent's duty to beat their children. Not my teachers, it was the way the school ought to be. A trail of rules and punishment, no matter how undeserved. I remembered the people who turned a blind eye to another in need. No not mama. She only did not give an unrighteous stranger what belonged to the Lord. That was the way it had to be. The ants were the same as us, and my late ant, same as me. They were absorbed in a meaningless trail. I failed to see its importance the way the ants did. A life ought to be more important than a crazy trail, I thought. "Crazy ants!" I muttered... If they heard me, they did not show it. They cared not about the human watching them. The human that just wouldnt understand. They didnt expect me to. It was the way life was, who was I to question it? They were ants and I was human with an ugly patch of black on my belly. Mama said it made me special. Well it did not. My actions did. Patches of black actions on the neat orderliness of societal rules. The ant... The human. So different. Yet so similar. They were ants... I was human... Not the human... Just another human. (THE END) |
Hey @kandiikane ![]() |
Caracta: Follow lalaosky and modella. I follow them too.why are they not on your 'following' list? ![]() |
I'm so following Modella n Caracta now I missed the juicy parts of that thread... Like totally. Even met page 9 completely hidden ![]() |
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[/quote]sure about that? 




