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Lmao.. what of those wey leave their own for house as dem enter Nairaland today? |
[quote author=Larry-Sun]Oahray, you had better tightened your sphincter.[/quote]ermm... I dunno what you are talking about *blank stare* [quote author=Larry-Sun]Does that mean that your 'yansh' will be fried in the kitchen? Moss must be very famished.[/quote]I think they fry things in the kitchen. I think its a mistaken yansh identity o. @redmos the fiend, you were writing poetry in church? ![]() the worst part is, it actually came out fine ![]() |
[quote author=Larry-Sun]How are you doing, buddy?[/quote]I'm good bro. Redmosquito: Amadioha fry your yansh there!so ya amadioha has been relegated to the kitchen? I knew he was a woman. Tsk tsk... |
[quote author=Larry-Sun]Evening, guys [/quote]evening larry, and others... |
firestar: Bonjour a toutes.someone took home some food from today's study ![]() @qstn, I'd love to say yes, but then, it is easier said. |
* * * * * * * * * * In our home, sunday was special. Mama made it so. The rice too. It was one of the few days of the week when we ate rice throughout. I loved it. Mama never failed to remind us how we should keep the Sabbath holy and worship thy Lord our God. Our church was not far from our home, it took us about five minutes to walk to church every sunday. Papa was not so enthusiastic about church and I could not understand why. He hardly ever missed it anyway, partly because of mama. Once when he missed church, mama went on and on about it. It was the only time I had ever seen them have a misunderstanding. It was a special sunday as mama called it, harvest day. She had prepared for this. She said it was an time to give to God what belonged to him. So we set out to church that Sunday with with tubers of yam, some rice, a big cock, some unripe plantain and bananas. Those big, ripe bananas... She had warned us the previous day it was not for us, we were not to touch what belonged to the Lord or face his anger. Of course that was enough to make us avoid touching it, though we still stole hungry glances at it. While I carried the bananas, Mama put the other items on her wheelbarrow and pushed along with the rest of us. Papa walked on at the rear. Then I saw her, a woman approaching us carrying a little child. They both looked hungry and unkept, the little girl looked sick. The woman begged mama for something. I was not sure what it was. Mama ignored her and pushed on to the house of the Lord. She moved on to Papa and almost kneeling she repeated what she had told mama. He told her to get up and called on mama to stop. "What can we give her among these things?" Papa asked in esan. "Which things? We cannot give the Lord's things to others" she replied. Papa shook his head and called me to come. I obeyed. He took the bananas from me and gave it to the stranger and added some money directing her to a nearby drug store. Wiping her eyes with the edge of her wrapper, she thanked papa and mama and asked God to bless us. I could see the displeasure in mama's eyes as the woman walked away. She looked at papa. He understood. "She needed it" Papa said without waiting for mama to ask. "That banana was for our harvest" Mama protested, "you even added money you wanted to give as offering" she was far from pleased. "So it is better to give to a pastor that has surplus already than give someone that needs it?" Papa was beginning to get irritated. "The Bible says we should give to God what belongs to God. If it is for God are we to help him decide what to do with it? We are not giving it to the pastor, but to God." mama said passionately. She sounded right and I believed her. Still I wondered why we brought food for God. Papa said nothing. Mama continued. "The Bible says I have never seen anyone righteous begging. Maybe she has been robbing God of his tithe, how will he bless her? Should we rob God to encourage begging? Does she not have a husband? We have to explain to Pastor Osas so he can pray for us incase..." "Rubbish!" Papa bellowed, cutting in. "I'm going back!" With that, he turned and started walking back home. Mama called after him, it was useless. When he left, mama told us it was the work of the devil trying to make us offend God, that we should pray for papa. That evening after supper, papa and mama argued some more. He had given a stranger what belonged to God and even missed church. God would be upset with him. I was afraid for papa. That night, I was glad there was light. I shuddered to imagine the devil in our room watching and trying to make us offend God. With eyes opened out of fear, I obeyed mama and prayed for God's mercy upon papa. * * * * * * * * * * |
"If you did not do your assignment, come outside!" Mr Osahon barked. The much dreaded moment had arrived. I was not bold enough remain on my seat as I would incur his wrath when I failed to produce my note on his routine seat-to-seat check. I got up as did Ugo and most of the class and walked to one side of our blackboard. My feet still ached from the humiliation by the prefects, but it was nothing compared to what was to follow. Mr Osahon was not one to be joked with. He never failed to punish defaulters. I had never failed to do my assignment before. It was not as if I refused to do it, I just could not find my note. I wished he would understand. It soon was my turn to hold on to the front desk at the middle and surrender my backside to his lashes. Tears filled my eyes quickly. "Ojie, you? Why did you not do your assignment?" he asked. He had not expected to see me there. "I did it sir, but I could not find my note this morning" I could barely hear my quaky voice. "Oh, you did not even bring your note" he sounded like a mother on catching her son with his hand in her pot of soup. "Did you look for your food this morning? he quized. I shook my head. "So why is your note different? I will still flog you, next time you will remember to bring your note. Hold the desk" Three agonizing lashes later, I was on my way to my seat, teary eyes with my backside on fire. Thus dawned the realization that it is an unfair world, and I was just getting started. At the end of school that day, Jude and Nosa bullied me some more, telling me how fortunate I was that it was not a boarding school. That evening, looking up at me with eyes beaming with innocence, Ehi handed me my missing note. She had seen it in her bag at school. My temper rose and quickly fell. I could not stay mad at her. It was the world I had a problem with. A world I was beginning to see for what it was. A world that cared not what lay on the other side of my coin. * * * * * * * * * * |
Idowuogbo: U no get gen?on gen this kind time? For nairaland? Seun jazz me? ![]() |
[quote author=mondi_cheeks]as if u were gonna do anything lol[/quote]when next I catch you ![]() |
Final goodnight y'all... Redmosquito, binger, mondi's cheeks ... and badosky mi |
[quote author=mondi_cheeks]go to sleep [/quote]you are saved by my bat3![]() |
Idowuogbo: I gats alabukun! Drive me dia! Let me faint in ur arms.hehehe... I like that. Na collecting things for you. bat3 low. PHCN is fecking up mehn. ![]() |
[quote author=mondi_cheeks]its a lovely evening...don't start with me[/quote]awwww... Why not? I thought it's lovely ladies for lovely days. No? |
Idowuogbo: Oya nau! Lets do dis shyte! * pops fanta**pulls out a carton of red bull* You'd need this. Lots of it. I don't want someone fainting from multiple heavenly feelings ![]() |
[quote author=mondi_cheeks]excuse u![/quote]hi mondi_cheeks. Nice meeting you ![]() |
Idowuogbo: Liv me joor! My head no swell.ok, the only badosky in my mindosky... My Nairaland heartbeatosky |
Cuddlemii: hello, dearthanks... You too. Pls dnt let Idowuogbo run o ![]() |
*sees 'do not urinate here' sign, urinates on it* |
Idowuogbo: Gerrout! U follow me reach here to wine me abi?lol... I come watch my favourite nairalander. No fall my... em... 'wetin dey up' o ![]() |
Idowuogbo: Lolz,. Ehen hen? U like it wild?Lol... Hope you have plenty time on your hands sha. Na marathon things I dey run o. |
Dis una game ehn... Power tussle ![]() hi cuddles. Been ages. |
Idowuogbo: Dat waffi babe na she-devil I swear! She don use e-kpeculiar prison d guy mind. Anyways,,, it's jus u and moi here,lets strip poker.haha... e-kpeculiar Strip poker too mild for me jor. |
Idowuogbo: Lmao! U b dey read dathahaha... You forget say I first play for that same thread? Only say we no finish... I dey enjoy una own sha. Two strong-heads wey no wan lose She misses me more tonight sleep go sweet ![]() |
caseless: hahahahaha.....no be fight ooo.....i'm not jst happy the way things are, but if anything, nigerians shld do it and not outsiders. Gud9t bro! I nor knw say na u sef, i jst de reply since...without checking ur id.goodnite broda. |
Redmosquito: Where is it? where is it? where is the yansh? Tell me! Tell me!I talk yansh just now? ![]() |
Idowuogbo: I no dey base, kinda busy wiv some ish. Ndo!'two can play the game' and 'ruzzle' abi? I miss you sha ![]() |
Lol... Caseless, we no dey quarrel na. Oya chop knuckle I have ditched the magnifying glass. Nothing do you. |
[quote author=Miss_3v3] neways it was nice chatting with you all but am going to call it a night.[/quote]Em... I wouldnt really call that chatting tho. Nice Promise you'd come back again... |
Chai! See as I dey talk to myself... I dey go jor. Goodnight y'all. |
Redmosquito, come and suck on mondi's cheeks of delightful chubbiness... Not the ones on her face. ![]() |
dopeJemi: Lol!Its a compliment jor It simply means you know whatsup in childish matters. |
[quote author=Miss_3v3]hey it's kewl, am not offended and I don't have a problem. ppl base their thoughts on their experiences and even i am guilty of that(i know it's bad)[/quote]Hey, I'm your lawyer, lemme handle this Trust me to charge you to court when you commit the same |
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[/quote]evening larry, and others...

... and badosky mi
[/quote]you are saved by my bat3
tonight sleep go sweet