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You won the ucl... So? Luck doesnt last forever. Like luck, form is temporary Class is permanent. Noisy chelsea fans take note. |
firestar: They prowl stillaye! a blow shattered cranium kept by nature a sober reminder of the unending cycle of lust of greed of love sorely lacking this creature from nature's white atop mountains of inca once lived happy and carefree yet devoured by her very own aeons ago a deluge ended it but greed lives on she never died in those waves like the watchers their loss our plague. |
HotNaijaBabe: #I just love writing.. Oahray.. That I write about lust doesn't mean it has gripped my soul oh( biko, pitylmao... Same here lady... Same here. A bit of antagonism makes the world fun and balanced. |
Idowuogbo... sexkillz is popular too, cos of his annoying mod duties though. |
firestar: Tis Greed that drewWords neatly woven aye mother spider! Let my intellect be your prey. Listen to the screams from the past her name was never lost supple bodies gleaming in the sunlight the watchers watched the blades of greed fanned the flames of LUST godlike ones fell like shooting stars love was never her name |
HotNaijaBabe: Sounds of gongo!!formerly tunes of lust unbriddled now in robes of love what tune shall the piper next play? What makes us different from animals? Love? paint the picture of savage lions tearing prey of mountain goats locked in another meaningless tussle a clash of horns for the fun of it. Hide the big picture of the trigger-happy lad of another explosion of the poison-birthed throes of death What makes the mother hen fearlesly face the serpent her chicks behind her. Instinct? Tell me if you do know. Another baby a refuse dump its new cradle abandoned by its mother. Its human mother. Questions unanswered many more asked where is the love of which you speak? Tell me if you do know. A god of stone so named for lust sake an absence of it. Like you fair maiden I do know the God of love, of laughter of glee of life. The goddess of lust I know not. |
Hotnaijababe: Soul songs don't fadeShall hearts of stone beat yet? I shall sing neither of love nor lust glorified Lust a shapely lady I never knew her embers of passion shamelessly fanned self-control a lack of it shall not mortals remain mortals still? Pardon me fair maiden listen... The echoes of love unrequited of lust unquenched of affection still-born search no further fair one. In these cardiac walls of mine a grim reality lust doesnt live here she doesnt even visit |
[quote author=Mynd_44]Check this out dudes. It is in the pipes for now though https://www.nairaland.com/1100156/fear[/quote]nice one jawe, dnt mind hotnaijababe. You do have a thing for sci-fi/paranormal/horror. |
Those chains called lust, love potion. dark clouds of infatuation call the doctor while the heart yet beats why sing with zest a fading love song? Have you no say in this beat gone wrong? Call the doctor while the heart yet beats. |
Trust Nigerians to be so self righteous, as if we are much better. What of the many deaths that has been overlooked here? The Mubi killings, the Aluu4 killing, the countless acid baths, the many deaths that do not even make it to the news, much less the headlines... A boy kills with a gun (easiest weapon to use for mass killing) and a mob of adults beat people to death without mercy and then set them ablaze. Which is more savage, more animalistic? To think people just declared Nigeria a safer place to live in that the US. At least the people value life enough to make a fuss over it and take steps to curb a future occurence. Make una shattap jawe! |
Why would a mother with a psychologically unstable child keep a collection of guns? Guns have only one function: TO KILL. Its so sad the e-diot had to take 26 other lives. |
Idowuogbo: Can't sleepam game! *runs to bedroom, hides under the sheets* |
Hmmm... I use una hall2 porters take beg you come finish the story. |
Idowuogbo: Weirdosgo to bed |
Lolzzz... A seemingly innocent thread, with masked vile intentions. I don't have a 'most annoying' sha, the names on my list are all on the same line. Its useless flattering any |
At exactly 11:59pm on the fourth schoolday of my third week in secondary school, the new worst day of my life had just a minute remaining in it. No, it was not the day Rachael left. That was months ago. I had started to get used to it. It was not the day papa lashed at me for the sins of my brothers. Papa had since replaced the television, and my twin brothers had calmed down after that. Not that they quashed their rivalry, they simply fought less and respected me more. That thursday began much like every other week day. Mama always made sure we got ready on time. Ehi had started school. That morning, the four of us set out. I felt good in my 3weeks old white shirt and blue trousers. It was a mark of seniority as far as I was concerned. The twins wore shorts like other primary school boys did. I wore trousers like other secondary school boys did. Papa had bought me a rubber wristwatch after I finished my final primary school exams. That was the first time I ever owned a watch that truly worked. It was quarter past 7am. I thought of the never-smiling senior prefects at the gate and tried to hurry up, but Ehi was holding on to my left hand and could not keep up. "Ojie!" someone screamed my name from afar. I turned to see Ugo hurrying to catch up. We had been classmates in primary school and it continued into secondary school. We waited for him. "Ojie, you do your maths assignment?" he asked as soon as he reached where we were. "Yes" "Abeg, I no fit do my own, make I see your own." "I pulled off my back bag and reached into it". The growing confusion soon turned to apprehension as I realised my maths note was not among the contents of my bag. I looked at Ugo. He understood. "You forget am for house?" "E be like o" I answered, still confused. I recalled putting all my notebooks on the sitting room table into my bag before I left for school. "Time still dey o. Make we go house go collect am." he offered. I usually walked my siblings to their school gate before continuing to mine. This time I bade them goodbye and turned to go back home with Ugo. "Hey you!" A sharp voice exclaimed. We turned to see a lanky figure in the same blue and white uniform we wore. His shirt however was long sleeved. It was obvious he was in SS3. "The two of you, am I not talking to you? Come here and carry my bag!" I glanced at my watch. It was half past 7am, thirty minutes before the overzealous school prefects locked the gate. I had to go get my maths note. "Please I forgot my maths note at home. I want to go and collect it" I started to explain. "Shut up! Did I ask you about your note? Obey before complain." For a second, I was torn between disobeying this senior and getting lashed by Mr Osahon, our maths teacher. It didnt take long to decide. I bolted towards home. "Hey, come back here!" Lanky yelled after me. "Don't let me catch you again o!" I ignored the threat and continued running, but turned back briefly to see him give Ugo his bag. It took me less than five minutes to get home. After some minutes of thoroughly searching with mama, I had not yet found it. All hope lost, it was a visibly shaken version of me who set out again on that road to school. I glanced at my watch. This time, it read 7:53am. |
ChopUrMoni: Thank youhehehehe... Now this is the funniest comment here. Like seriously? I hope you are joking sha ![]() |
ayobase: Many with gun have been killed.hmmm... How do you suggest they disarm everyone or prevent illegal possession? A psychopath would always find some means to kill. Like in Naija where possession is illegal, even university cultists own firearms. Don't put all the blame on owning guns, put it on the world that has gone insane. |
pitoski: fifa is trying to stay neutral. i believe there are more people who have scored more goals than messi.yes, even I have, monkey post things. However it isnt in a professional league (top one for that matter) or official competition. Zambian league in 1962? Even at the moment, their league is thrash, much less 40years ago. |
Lero15: george weah was recognised...it is Africa dat does nt keep record!100 likes! At least someone is sincere. We africans too like to play victim, its why african football and other things are still behind. Time to take charge and stop exploiting cheap rides on the wings of 'racism' accusations. |
caseless: look for that agbero gal abeg(u knw who I mean).no na. Super eagles no fit play falcons na. |
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I will certainly try you advices out. 