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TemporaryHansel:
Ballz problem defends Israel more than actual Israelis. Checking the web back to back for news related to Israel when you've never stepped foot in Israel before.

Hmmm.......

TemporaryHansel:
Ballz problem defends Israel more than actual Israelis. Checking the web back to back for news related to Israel when you've never stepped foot in Israel before.

Hmmm.......

Adherents of Judaism do not believe that Jesus of Nazareth was the Messiah or Prophet nor do they believe he was the Son of God. In the Jewish perspective, it is believed that the way Christians see Jesus goes against monotheism, a belief in the absolute unity and singularity of God, which is central to Judaism;[1] Judaism sees the worship of a person as a form of idolatry, which is forbidden.[2] Therefore, considering Jesus divine, as “God the Son”, is forbidden.

Judaism's rejection of Jesus as the Messiah is based on Jewish eschatology, which holds that the coming of the true Messiah will be associated with events that have not yet occurred, such as building the Third Temple, a Messianic Age of peace, and the ingathering of Jews to their homeland.[3][4]

Judaism does not accept any of the claimed fulfilments of prophecy that Christianity attributes to Jesus. In the State of Israel, Israeli Jews who endorse the belief that Jesus is the Messiah or Christ are not considered Jews either by the Chief Rabbinate of Israel nor by the Israeli government.[5][6]

Bombblacks:
Self delusion and religious Kool aid.

GloriousGbola:
it is actually interesting watching him

he is slowly and surely becoming a case for how social media twists people into binary minded intolerance and hatred

he started off with support for isreal

then next thing we saw arab pigs
then muslim animals
wont be long before we see justification of direct attacks on iranian citizens who already have enough problems of their own

because he and the jews worship the same God - or so he thinks.



the real irony is judaism has more in common with islam than Christianity - but that is a story for another day.

TemporaryHansel:
It's crazy what religion does to people.

TemporaryHansel:
Blud probably think some invisible god will make him immortal if keeps defending Israel.

KingTom:
This thing happen to my guy, 1k to win 7.5m e see cash out of 2.1m, e no gree, as I chance am... e tell me say na poverty mentality dey worry me. 2 days later e come my dm dey ask for 4k na hin I screenshot the 'poverty mentality' message send for am

OkpaNsukkaisBae:
The god is also far from being omniscient.

TemporaryHansel:
It was a typical Tuesday morning in Lagos. The bus was packed to the brim, the air thick with the chatter of commuters, the hum of the engine, and the occasional honking of horns from impatient drivers. Okpa, a young man in his late 20s, squeezed into a corner seat by the window, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone. He was still half-dazed from the long night at work, his thoughts wandering between the demands of his job and the endless traffic jams.

Suddenly, the bus jerked to a stop, throwing him off balance. As he steadied himself, he felt a sharp, unexpected konk on the top of his head. It was a quick, no-nonsense knock—strong enough to sting, but not enough to hurt. He looked up, confused.
"Ah! Wetin I do?" he muttered under his breath.

The culprit was an elderly woman, a complete stranger, standing right in front of him. She had a cane in one hand and a bundle of market goods in the other. Her face was stern, lined with years of experience, but her eyes twinkled with mischief.

"You dey sleep for my space?" she snapped in a voice that could only belong to someone who had seen it all. "Wake up, young man! You no see say the bus don full?"

Okpa blinked, still a bit disoriented. He wasn’t sure if she was angry or just had a way of getting people’s attention.

Before he could say anything, she turned her back to him, muttering to herself about young people and their laziness. The bus lurched forward again, and the bustling noise of the ride swallowed her words.

Okpa rubbed the top of his head, still a bit stunned by the unexpected konk. He glanced around, but no one seemed to be paying attention.

A few seats away, an older man chuckled and shook his head. "That woman, she no get time for nonsense," he said.

Okpa smiled, realizing the whole situation was just a part of life in Lagos. He’d learned something that morning: in a city like this, a konk on the head was just a reminder to stay alert—life moves fast, and you can’t afford to sleep on it.

semid4lyfe:
Chai. guys in this thread are unforgiving.

Na so dem go dey play your tape for you every time.

TemporaryHansel:
It was a typical Tuesday morning in Lagos. The bus was packed to the brim, the air thick with the chatter of commuters, the hum of the engine, and the occasional honking of horns from impatient drivers. Okpa, a young man in his late 20s, squeezed into a corner seat by the window, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone. He was still half-dazed from the long night at work, his thoughts wandering between the demands of his job and the endless traffic jams.

Suddenly, the bus jerked to a stop, throwing him off balance. As he steadied himself, he felt a sharp, unexpected konk on the top of his head. It was a quick, no-nonsense knock—strong enough to sting, but not enough to hurt. He looked up, confused.
"Ah! Wetin I do?" he muttered under his breath.

The culprit was an elderly woman, a complete stranger, standing right in front of him. She had a cane in one hand and a bundle of market goods in the other. Her face was stern, lined with years of experience, but her eyes twinkled with mischief.

"You dey sleep for my space?" she snapped in a voice that could only belong to someone who had seen it all. "Wake up, young man! You no see say the bus don full?"

Okpa blinked, still a bit disoriented. He wasn’t sure if she was angry or just had a way of getting people’s attention.

Before he could say anything, she turned her back to him, muttering to herself about young people and their laziness. The bus lurched forward again, and the bustling noise of the ride swallowed her words.

Okpa rubbed the top of his head, still a bit stunned by the unexpected konk. He glanced around, but no one seemed to be paying attention.

A few seats away, an older man chuckled and shook his head. "That woman, she no get time for nonsense," he said.

Okpa smiled, realizing the whole situation was just a part of life in Lagos. He’d learned something that morning: in a city like this, a konk on the head was just a reminder to stay alert—life moves fast, and you can’t afford to sleep on it.

semid4lyfe:
Chai. guys in this thread are unforgiving.

Na so dem go dey play your tape for you every time.

TemporaryHansel:
It was a typical Tuesday morning in Lagos. The bus was packed to the brim, the air thick with the chatter of commuters, the hum of the engine, and the occasional honking of horns from impatient drivers. Okpa, a young man in his late 20s, squeezed into a corner seat by the window, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone. He was still half-dazed from the long night at work, his thoughts wandering between the demands of his job and the endless traffic jams.

Suddenly, the bus jerked to a stop, throwing him off balance. As he steadied himself, he felt a sharp, unexpected konk on the top of his head. It was a quick, no-nonsense knock—strong enough to sting, but not enough to hurt. He looked up, confused.
"Ah! Wetin I do?" he muttered under his breath.

The culprit was an elderly woman, a complete stranger, standing right in front of him. She had a cane in one hand and a bundle of market goods in the other. Her face was stern, lined with years of experience, but her eyes twinkled with mischief.

"You dey sleep for my space?" she snapped in a voice that could only belong to someone who had seen it all. "Wake up, young man! You no see say the bus don full?"

Okpa blinked, still a bit disoriented. He wasn’t sure if she was angry or just had a way of getting people’s attention.

Before he could say anything, she turned her back to him, muttering to herself about young people and their laziness. The bus lurched forward again, and the bustling noise of the ride swallowed her words.

Okpa rubbed the top of his head, still a bit stunned by the unexpected konk. He glanced around, but no one seemed to be paying attention.

A few seats away, an older man chuckled and shook his head. "That woman, she no get time for nonsense," he said.

Okpa smiled, realizing the whole situation was just a part of life in Lagos. He’d learned something that morning: in a city like this, a konk on the head was just a reminder to stay alert—life moves fast, and you can’t afford to sleep on it.

semid4lyfe:
Chai. guys in this thread are unforgiving.

Na so dem go dey play your tape for you every time.

Unlimited22:
You mean the way you went to watch Super Eagles and came back to find that your wife was pregnant? Without you doing anything? While no other man had gone near her?

TemporaryHansel:
It was a typical Tuesday morning in Lagos. The bus was packed to the brim, the air thick with the chatter of commuters, the hum of the engine, and the occasional honking of horns from impatient drivers. Okpa, a young man in his late 20s, squeezed into a corner seat by the window, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone. He was still half-dazed from the long night at work, his thoughts wandering between the demands of his job and the endless traffic jams.

Suddenly, the bus jerked to a stop, throwing him off balance. As he steadied himself, he felt a sharp, unexpected konk on the top of his head. It was a quick, no-nonsense knock—strong enough to sting, but not enough to hurt. He looked up, confused.
"Ah! Wetin I do?" he muttered under his breath.

The culprit was an elderly woman, a complete stranger, standing right in front of him. She had a cane in one hand and a bundle of market goods in the other. Her face was stern, lined with years of experience, but her eyes twinkled with mischief.

"You dey sleep for my space?" she snapped in a voice that could only belong to someone who had seen it all. "Wake up, young man! You no see say the bus don full?"

Okpa blinked, still a bit disoriented. He wasn’t sure if she was angry or just had a way of getting people’s attention.

Before he could say anything, she turned her back to him, muttering to herself about young people and their laziness. The bus lurched forward again, and the bustling noise of the ride swallowed her words.

Okpa rubbed the top of his head, still a bit stunned by the unexpected konk. He glanced around, but no one seemed to be paying attention.

A few seats away, an older man chuckled and shook his head. "That woman, she no get time for nonsense," he said.

Okpa smiled, realizing the whole situation was just a part of life in Lagos. He’d learned something that morning: in a city like this, a konk on the head was just a reminder to stay alert—life moves fast, and you can’t afford to sleep on it.

TemporaryHansel:
It was a typical Tuesday morning in Lagos. The bus was packed to the brim, the air thick with the chatter of commuters, the hum of the engine, and the occasional honking of horns from impatient drivers. Okpa, a young man in his late 20s, squeezed into a corner seat by the window, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone. He was still half-dazed from the long night at work, his thoughts wandering between the demands of his job and the endless traffic jams.

Suddenly, the bus jerked to a stop, throwing him off balance. As he steadied himself, he felt a sharp, unexpected konk on the top of his head. It was a quick, no-nonsense knock—strong enough to sting, but not enough to hurt. He looked up, confused.
"Ah! Wetin I do?" he muttered under his breath.

The culprit was an elderly woman, a complete stranger, standing right in front of him. She had a cane in one hand and a bundle of market goods in the other. Her face was stern, lined with years of experience, but her eyes twinkled with mischief.

"You dey sleep for my space?" she snapped in a voice that could only belong to someone who had seen it all. "Wake up, young man! You no see say the bus don full?"

Okpa blinked, still a bit disoriented. He wasn’t sure if she was angry or just had a way of getting people’s attention.

Before he could say anything, she turned her back to him, muttering to herself about young people and their laziness. The bus lurched forward again, and the bustling noise of the ride swallowed her words.

Okpa rubbed the top of his head, still a bit stunned by the unexpected konk. He glanced around, but no one seemed to be paying attention.

A few seats away, an older man chuckled and shook his head. "That woman, she no get time for nonsense," he said.

Okpa smiled, realizing the whole situation was just a part of life in Lagos. He’d learned something that morning: in a city like this, a konk on the head was just a reminder to stay alert—life moves fast, and you can’t afford to sleep on it.

BlueRayDick:
😂😂😂😂

What God cannot do does not exist

Unlimited22:
And Ọkpa says God doesn't perform miracles

PDPGuy:
So give or take one currently needs around 50m to japa to the UK. You see why someone said "Na millionaires dey japa' cuz how common man wan take get that kind of money

TemporaryHansel:
Real. One of my big bros told me he has 15m and wants to Japa to Canada, I told him bros that amount won't get you anywhere this is not 2018, well he just kept on arguing with me.

To Japa now you need nothing less than 40m. Although I think Asian countries are cheaper because a lot of my friends have japaed to Asian countries this year.

GloriousGbola:
it is actually interesting watching him

he is slowly and surely becoming a case for how social media twists people into binary minded intolerance and hatred

he started off with support for isreal

then next thing we saw arab pigs
then muslim animals
wont be long before we see justification of direct attacks on iranian citizens who already have enough problems of their own

because he and the jews worship the same God - or so he thinks.



the real irony is judaism has more in common with islam than Christianity - but that is a story for another day.

nihilistjnr:
The war in the Miiddle East is also being fought in Nigeria. Both Isis and Al-qaeda are in Nigeria wreaking havoc against an incompetent state and it's helpless citizens.


I, and a lot of Nigerians will support any actor, anywhere in the world that is striking a blow against the organisations and/or ideology behind Boko Haram.

Political Islam is a cancer on the world. Religion should never be by choice - and it should never form the basis of legislative, judicial, and executive arms of Government in any modern society.

So I completely understand where Mr Problemz is coming from, and I share his sympathies 1000%