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davidylan: Dear Lord, let this be true. Arsene pleae move to director of football so Guardiola can take over as our long term coach. Imagine being able to access young stars from the La Masia!Has Arsenal ever lacked young stars? What they need is to stop selling them as soon as they mature. |
[quote author=uj_sizzle]Thankyou for finally killing my already deteriorating eyesight. I never knew my gender was questionable [/quote]yes it is, sir/madam ![]() |
[quote author=Ileke-IdI]But if Lucenzo sings me "best I never had", I might reconsider.[/quote]See dis great grandma o. U dey reason fine boys? ![]() |
nosa gold: Guy see as I dey vote 4 yu but yu never throw 1 vote come my side, e nor pure na lolhehehe... See hustling... Nothing does you. E b like say 2legit2qwt don qwt ![]() |
kandiikane: If I take insult you for here, eh? See, your head? Duty? If you used your brain, you will see I totally ignored your question and answered it in the way I operate. Who mentioned duty? Odecome derailers' thread make I grind u to dust. No go find work, dey find bf wey go dey feed u ![]() ehen, what happened to legit? |
kandiikane: Kwasia, how would I know my husband would feed me when he never did as a bf? Use your brain jor.keyword 'duty': u use your brain ![]() If I talk pass like this now, sexkiss go ban me leave u ![]() |
alosiby92: All the best guys! May the finest man win!hahaha... Dis gal na case ![]() |
kandiikane: No, but the nigerian men I've dated are. They will watch me starve with all my bones poking out and guess what they say, "oh, you've lost weigh, you need to eat more."is it ur bf's duty to feed you? U need a husband, not a bf. |
Grp• : freshdude Grp•• : lucenzo Grp••• : follypimpi Grp•••• : lalaosky Grp••••• : 2legit2qwt |
I'd rather Pep goes to man city. Arsenal is apparently satisfied with just UCL qualification. Man city NEEDS a REAL coach. Mancini is crap! |
ikekings: Nna eh the babe just dey cry sice becos of two days ban....lol. The thing is annoying sha. But she never see other mods in action. Person like maclatunji fit ban you just for viewing muslim threads. 2days is too short for him. |
Vanneni: but theirs was not as long as ours even though they were worse than we were. TBTW.shhhhh! You too complain ![]() |
vanneni and badosky why? *weeping* dem don turn am to chat thread ![]() |
Hi all @mos @mynd @firestar @centje @cuddle (whenever u see dis) @sigmund (em...) |
Pyguru foe turned friend the slasher hammer slam a mosquito bloody mess |
[quote author=uj_sizzle]*drops basket of ube*[/quote]em... Madam, how much you dey sell them? |
[quote author=AlterEgo™]Who are you To damn his chances Have you the Missus' heart [/quote]Let the mosquitothink itself an eagle the sugar ant mocks a human foe |
Redmosquito: dreamer boytiny whispers sheer trouble shall a mosquito stand in my way? |
[quote author=Maria-G]go easy jare, ogini?[/quote]*replies her in igbo* |
I heard her the red fury the fiery orb singing praises of another I only wish she looked my way |
Redmosquito: What you saidhehehe... May you be banned 3times in one day ![]() |
Madam Southy: hmmm sorrydoesnt change the size of your head ![]() |
Madam Southy: did I do sumthing wrong? no be ur fault. So any guy that doesnt hit on you is gay?Your big head there ![]() |
[quote author=fukcwitme ]Lol ms. nairaland was way more fun. But both of these contests have one thing in common, ms nl contest had some fine bishes that would make me turn to a lesbo and this mr nl got alotta dudes that would make me turn lesbo too [/quote]lmao ![]() |
Madam Southy: ur hereem... Ok *confused* |
Em... Hi. I am very new here. Where am I? |
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"Left?" I did not understand. "Her mother came to take her away today" "Holiday?" I asked, confused. Rachael had been with us the day before and she said nothing about holiday. "I don't know o", mama replied in Esan. "but she might not come back". Papa praised me that day and called me a true son of my father. It did little to cheer me up. As I ate mama's rice that evening in silence and with an obvious lack of appetite, all I kept hearing in my head was mama voice. Rachael might never come back. * * * * * * * * * * |
Next to monday mornings, I hated sunday evenings the most. There was something indescribable about the unease that always settled on me at dusk on sundays. It was not unrelated to the fact that the next day was school. I hated that feeling, and no, it was not just a preferrence for weekends and holidays. I hated school. It had not always been that way though. It started in secondary school. Throughout my primary school days, I was as carefree as a child my age could be. School was just an extention of my play hours and the holidays a bonus. Most of us in my neighbourhood went to the same school. In the morning, we would walk to school in groups talking excitedly, in voices ranging from whispers to near screams, about anything ranging from the movies we watched last with our below-par power of understanding, to tidbits about football we happened to hear from others, to gossip featuring our neighbours or classmates. Towards the end of the term, our individual holiday fantasies usually took centre stage in those discussions. At the end of each term, we would be given our report cards to take home to our parents. Depending on its content, parents would be impressed, shocked, surprised, angry or just plain embarrassed. Embarrassed. That was exactly how I felt when Rachael asked to see my report card. It was the third term of primary five. I had come third in the previous terms of that session. She never asked any of those times. It was on a tuesday she asked. The day after I had collected it. I had not gotten over papa's reaction yet. Papa had settled down on his favourite chair and picked up the three report cards on the table. Ehi had not yet started school. He opened the first. Aigbojie Usifo. I gulped. He turned over the pages containing the first and second term results. His eyes darkened. "Ojie" "sah?" "Is this not backwardness? You came third in first and second term and you came fifth in third term" he sounded far from pleased. I was silent. he picked the next. Odion Usifo. He turned a few pages, examined the contents of its pages carefully and nodded. He picked up the last report card. Akhere Usifo. This time, he smiled. Akhere had come first in their class and Odion came second. He praised the twins and turned to me. "Ojie" "sah" "Four persons passed you in your class. I am not happy at all. The person who came first, is he not a human being like you?" "yes" came my timid reply "I want to see a better result next time, is that clear?" I nodded for lack of words. Here was Rachael asking to see my result. The twins had shown her their results at our verandah and she promised them biscuits before turning to me. I reluctantly granted her request. She studied each sheet carefully. "Ojie, you tried, but its like you don't like maths." I shrugged. As usual, I knew what to say to her but didnt know how to say it. "Do you know what?" I looked up at her. "If you have anything you don't understand, come and show me. I want you to be first next time" "ok" I heard myself say. "That's my boy" she pulled me closer and gave me a side hug. Of course I never brought her anything I couldnt understand. For one thing, I couldnt bring myself to. However, I started paying more attention in class. It was a Monday this time, exactly a term after. The twins had both fallen sick and Mama asked me to bring their report cards. The sun was unusually hot that day, but that was not the reason I was walking home alone as fast as I could. The sun was almost overhead, and I quickly invented a game of trying to step on the head of my shadow. With sweaty hands, I opened my report card again, for the upteenth time. The words: '1st out of 32' written neatly in blue ink, stared right back at me. I wanted Rachael to be the first person I would see when I got home. I wanted to see the look in her eyes. I wanted her to smile at me, hold me close and tell me how proud she was of me. Ehi was with mama in her shop when she saw me. She ran towards me, merry like a long lost friend. I bent down to embrace her. She wanted me to see her new doll. It was her first actually. Mama and papa had never bought us toys. I greeted mama and gave her the report cards. A warm smile possessed her lips as she scanned through the trio. The twins didnt disappoint. They had ruled their class once more. Odion came tops this time. Mama pulled me close and asked what I wanted to eat. She didnt need to ask though. She knew more than anyone else my passion for rice. Ehi sat on the floor playing with her doll, her little fingers twisting and turning its hair. Mama read my thoughts. "Rachael gave it to her before she left" Mama explained. |
Idowuogbo: Betta! *smiles mischievously*lol. U ehn ![]() |
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[/quote]yes it is, sir/madam 


