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Literature / Re: Baba Olowo d Long Prick (a comedy Story For All My Niggars) by okafor200(m): 3:38pm On Nov 07, 2020
Baba runs my niggar,
baba runs my niggar,

na like so we see baba runs my niggar for oshodi dey follow people dey kiri woman pants and mini skirts

its like i go compose something something drop here about baba runs my niggar


baba olowo is back but abeg na my one eye i dey find so,

see come mr yampotatocarrot please did you help me see my one eye?

I kind of misplaced it.
Dont know if you did see it


abeg testing testing microphone,
all we do is microphone

oboy we surprise see d black dey!
Abeg we see d black dey!

Come o,
which kind useless network be this one self?

Why my typing just dey crack like this abeg?

Am kind of not understanding this,

see come all this my niggars dem make keep teeth like alpha2k upkeep money for the month,

it seems iambees got no new contact to smuch!


looks like baba olowo will be resuming on this giberish and his foolishgril everything we grill,

abeg i won also start to dey grill meat ooo,

please you guys should patronise me oooo,

mine will be baba olowo only your bumbum we grill


baba olowo don really craze,
No time the fool no go always dey talk like who dey do catfish business like ram

niggars love the joker baba olowo d long,

abeg na my name be that now no more......

You guys know naaaa!
Because am a changed man now


#baba olowo is back

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Literature / Re: Baba Olowo d Long Prick (a comedy Story For All My Niggars) by okafor200(m): 12:37am On Oct 27, 2020

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Romance / Re: Read true life Sad Stories That Will Make You Cry, Part 1 by okafor200(m): 7:02pm On Oct 23, 2020
This stories are really touching
Romance / Re: Read true life Sad Stories That Will Make You Cry, Part 1 by okafor200(m): 3:08pm On Oct 23, 2020
More sad stories coming up!
Romance / Re: Read true life Sad Stories That Will Make You Cry, Part 1 by okafor200(m): 1:35pm On Oct 23, 2020
One dark night, a 15-year old girl named Lydia was walking home from her friend’s house. She turned down a narrow street to take a short cut and was startled by the sight of an old man standing in her path. When she stopped, the old man turned to her and in a hoarse voice said “Tell me the way!”
His face was disgusting, his skin covered in scars and boils, his hair stringy and unkempt, his eyes bulging horribly, almost popping out of their sockets. Lydia was terrified. She was alone in a dark and narrow alleyway with a strange and disturbing person. Her heart began pounding and it took her a few seconds to catch her breath.
“Tell me the way!”, the old man demanded.
“OK… OK…uh…. Where are you going?”, asked Lydia, nervously.
When the old man told her the address he was searching for, a chill ran down her spine. It was her house.
“I don’t know where that is”, she replied curtly as she pushed past the old man and ran down the alleyway. Glancing back, she could see him standing in the alley, watching her flee.
Lydia was so freaked out by the incident that she didn’t stop running until she got back to her house. Breathing a sigh of relief, she took out her keys. She looked up and down the street to make sure the old man hadn’t followed her. It was empty.
She turned the key, unlocked the door and pushed it open.
From the darkness inside her house, a hoarse voice said “Tell me the way!
Romance / Re: Read true life Sad Stories That Will Make You Cry, Part 1 by okafor200(m): 1:26pm On Oct 23, 2020
One cold and dark December night, a teenage girl named Kathy was babysitting two children. There was a seven-year old boy named Taylor, and a six-year old girl named Selena. The parents had gone to the movies for the night, leaving Kathy in
Just after 9 o’clock that night, the phone rang. Kathy answered it and heard an anguished voice screaming “Help Me! For Heaven’s sake, help me!”
Confused, Kathy hung up the phone and decided that it must have just been a prank call. Thirty minutes later, the phone rang again and the same voice screamed, “Help me! Somebody, please help me!”
This time, Kathy was beginning to get frightened. The children asked her who was calling and she told them not to worry, that everything was just fine.
Another thirty minutes passed by and she recieved another call. The voice on the other end sounded scared and desperate. “Help me! For Heaven’s sake, won’t somebody help me?”
The phone went dead.
Seconds later, there knock at the door. The babysitter clutched the children tightly to her. She was almost as scared as they were. The urgent knocking continued. She knew it wasn’t the children’s parents, because they weren’t due home for at least an hour.
They could hear a voice coming from outside. It was a man’s voice and he was repeating over and over “Help me help me help me…”
She didn’t know what to do.
“I’ll have to let him in”, she said. “He needs help”.
Later that night, when the parents arrived home, the house was eerily silent. All of the lights were off. When they searched the house, they entered the living room and stumbled upon a horrible scene. Kathy and both of the children had been murdered. Their arms and legs had been chopped off.
On the wall, written in blood, were the words, “For Heaven’s sake help me before I kill again. I cannot control myself anymore”.
Romance / Re: Read true life Sad Stories That Will Make You Cry, Part 1 by okafor200(m): 1:23pm On Oct 23, 2020
I’m afraid of boxes. Big ones or small ones, it doesn’t matter. They all scare me. If the lid is open and I can see the contents, it’s OK, but if the lid is closed, it makes me cringe in fear. It’s all because of an experience I had when I was a child.
During the Summer, my parents would often take my brother and I to visit our grandmother. She lived in a small country town. Behind her cottage, there was a large barn that was used as a storehouse.
The barn was stuffed with all sorts of odds and ends. There were broken antiques, old toys, dusty furniture, piles of junk and even a suit of armor. It was a treasure trove for children. However, my grandmother was very strict and never allowed us to explore the barn. She said she didn’t want us messing around with the stuff in the barn and warned us to keep out of there.
One day, my parents and my grandmother went out shopping. They took my brother with them and I was left home alone. I decided to sneak into the barn and have a treasure hunt.
Sifting through the piles of old junk, I found some interesting items. There was a slab of wood in the shape of a person and a leather pouch filled with brightly-colored marbles. I continued searching through the rubbish to see if I could find anything else.
At the back of the barn, there was an old chest of drawers. It was decorated with a shiny black lacquer and there were candles arranged on the top. It looked sort of like an altar.
When I pulled out one of the drawers, I found a large box. It was about 15 cm x 15 cm. While everything else in the barn was covered in a layer of dust, the box was unusually clean.
I picked it up and examined it. The sides of the box had an ornate design on them and there was a latch on the top where it could be opened. It looked like a miniature treasure chest.
With shaking fingers, I pulled back the latch and opened the lid. Inside, there was another box. It was exactly the same, but slightly smaller. When I opened that box, there was yet another box inside. It was a box inside a box inside a box…
Just then, I noticed something disturbing. On the bottom of each box, there was a small inscription.
“Nose”, “Teeth”, “Ears”…
I was puzzled and a chill ran down my spine, but curiosity got the better of me and I kept opening the boxes.
“Kidneys”, “Lungs”, “Pancreas”, “Liver”, “Spleen”…
Every box was inscribed with the name of a part of the body.
“Arms”, “Legs”, “Feet”, “Nails”, “Hair”…
Finally, I came to the last box. It was only 1 cm x 1 cm. The inscription on the bottom read, “Skull”.
My heart was pounding. I cautiously opened the box.
Inside, there was a small, folded piece of paper. I spread it out. There were just two words written on it in a scrawled hand: “The End.”
That evening, my parents and my grandmother didn’t arrive home until very late. They were crying. My parents sat me down and told me they had some bad news. While they were at the mall, my brother had disappeared. While they were distracted, he had wandered off and they couldn’t find him.
The police searched the entire shopping mall from top to bottom, but they didn’t find my brother. They did find something else, though. Something chilling. A human brain.
After performing DNA tests, the polce confirmed that it was indeed the brain of my younger brother. They never found the rest of him.
When I found out, I was more scared than I had ever been in my life. I remembered the strange boxes I had found. Each one had the name of a body part inscribed on it, but there was one missing… “Brain”.

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