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Hmmm great thread.
I had just a brother while growing up. Mom always bought seperate plates spoons and cups for us. Pink and blue mostly. Me pink him blue. So we were used to eating separately. Fast forward to when we were 7 and 5 mom went to her friends house and saw her 5kids eating and drinking together from one plate. She loved it and wanted to make us start eating together. On that fateful afternoon she just finished making my hair and served us lunch of garri and soup in one plate. She left but our screams brought her back shortly, low and behold the lunch had turned into war and my beautiful hair was plastered with garri and soup. Need i say that was the last day she tried to make us eat together
When we were younger like 4 and 6 i was always looking for my brothers trouble. Being the older one i was always always beating and pinching him. Until one day he had enough and gave me a blow that loosend one tooth that was already shaking for me. I went to our parents screaming with a mouthful of blood. My dad sent him out of the house that nite for doing that. He was just at the corridor that lead to the kitchen the door was open but he was too scared to enter. I was on the dining window looking at him and laughing while he started a song..... Mummy na daddy unu osim bata *mummy and daddy should i come in?* and i would scream NO!!!! Mumsie went and brought him in secretly though. Hahahaha oh boy growing up was fun jare.
Love you mom u too dad *even though u f'd up big time later. Still love u

I can imagine.hahahaha!

Lovely family stories

breadplanets:
Hmmm great thread.
I had just a brother while growing up. Mom always bought seperate plates spoons and cups for us. Pink and blue mostly. Me pink him blue. So we were used to eating separately. Fast forward to when we were 7 and 5 mom went to her friends house and saw her 5kids eating and drinking together from one plate. She loved it and wanted to make us start eating together. On that fateful afternoon she just finished making my hair and served us lunch of garri and soup in one plate. She left but our screams brought her back shortly, low and behold the lunch had turned into war and my beautiful hair was plastered with garri and soup. Need i say that was the last day she tried to make us eat together
When we were younger like 4 and 6 i was always looking for my brothers trouble. Being the older one i was always always beating and pinching him. Until one day he had enough and gave me a blow that loosend one tooth that was already shaking for me. I went to our parents screaming with a mouthful of blood. My dad sent him out of the house that nite for doing that. He was just at the corridor that lead to the kitchen the door was open but he was too scared to enter. I was on the dining window looking at him and laughing while he started a song..... Mummy na daddy unu osim bata *mummy and daddy should i come in?* and i would scream NO!!!! Mumsie went and brought him in secretly though. Hahahaha oh boy growing up was fun jare.
Love you mom u too dad *even though u f'd up big time later. Still love u

toniro:
absolutely touched; it is well.

. I just dey watch you in 6D

toniro:
absolutely touched; it is well.

. I just dey watch you in 6D

Ok.
Something just happened and felt like sharing, after driving from court to the chamber then to to ministry of justice to sign my Benchers form, the car had been giving me signal about the fuel in it, but I simply ignored it that it'll be enough to go round but I was wrong.
The car stopped midway, meaning empty tank . I had to look for a bike then a gallon to buy fuel.

I've gotten the fuel now and I've moved my car away from the road.

My very good friend helped me to fuel the car.

HON.

AyeeIdris:
I have been taunted with my weight all my life. It took me many years to find my voice and confidence. I did all the fad diets to no effect. My mama said i will always be fat. I should learn to love it. How can anyone love being overweight all their life?
After my baby and crazy weight gain (115kg), i got off my ass and changed my habits. Home workout and a reasonable doable diet, i got down to 85.....
I will always struggle with my weight, but i will never give up and let myself go......

You look really great at 85kg. I guess ur tall like, tall people carry weight well

Seye25:
lovely

tnx dear

My own mum don die

HAkorehdeh:
k bro, though i always make my research extensive, mostly when i am less busy i do that but trust me nl is always a big resource to me. You can always visit the nl business section.
Already, i have found someone who offered to put me through whenever am ready(i need to purchase a domain and hosting). That's way too much for me to afford. I've never bought an ebook before and i don't plan to buy any. I depend on my personal research not just a crappy writeup that will only waste my time. I'm starting something as soon as i get my laptop!
But bro nah you ooo. Politics here in my school is a GP drainer. I fear!

Politics here is still much very easy and can cope with acada

Dear Mum,

They said you were beautiful.
They said you were kind.
They also said you were very nice.

They tell me stories of how you would host the entire family - brothers, sisters, uncles, aunties, cousin - for Sunday Lunch: Jollof Rice with Secret Sauce and Chicken. They say till this day, no one does Jollof Rice any better. They say every Christmas, you would make clothes for everyone - you were a fashion designer. Sadly i dont remember any of it for you died three years after i was born.

Three years. I was three years old and my sister- your last child, was one, when you passed away. How is it that i lived within you for nine months, lived on your milk for four months, gave you endless sleepless nights for several months and yet, I don't remember you? I have searched the deep recesses of my memory, every nook and cranny stiil, i cant find you. I don't know what you sounded like or what your touch felt like. I've seen your pictures but it feels like we never met. I would have preferred growing up with you and i know you would have wanted the same but life had a different plan for us. God knows best they say.

There is something uniquely irreplaceable about a mother's love they say. No matter how another tries, its sadly not the the same. But mum, wherever you currently are, i want you to know that your sister - Aunty G, whom i call mum has done an excellent job. If she had not told me she wasn't my biological mother, i wouldn't have known any better. She loved my sister and i like her own. There were no preferential treatments - whatever she gave her kids, we got - even better in some cases. She made sure we never felt your absence and i must confess she succeeded. Mum, I had an amazing childhood. Kai i was stubborn o. Not troublesomely stubborn but curiously stubborn. I was always curious and wanted to know more and i was a certified trouble maker - chai, dem flog me well well...lol. Life has been good to me, i attended good schools, made amazing friends and i have so much to be thankful for.

Why am i writing this Mum? I just want the world to know that true love, Love that knows no preference nor self-interest,still exist and it can be learnt. I have seen it, your sister lived it. So it saddens me to see people suffer in pain cos they lost their mothers. We saw no pain. God, through your sister made it so. I pray that she lives long enough to experience the fruits of her love and sacrifice. If i don't take care of her, mum, biko, wherever you are, "KNOCK ME". Knock me with the spirit of Gratitude cos i would be ungrateful not to reciprocate your sisters love. Please know that i will forever love you, i will forever miss you and i will forever be grateful for the love that you shared with those who lived with you.

P.S: I want to use this medium to encourage everyone to look beyond ethnicity, religion and race in loving your neighbor as yourself. All we need in this world is love, patience and understanding. We are not perfect but we can help those around us if we try.

One Love My People.

DanjaNinja... You just made me cry.

God will shine his everlasting mercy on your Aunt ... She's an epitome of blessing. She's indeed a rare gem. She's truly her sisters keeper.

May your Mom's soul continue to rest in peace. I'm sure she's smiling and at peace wherever she is.

This is a big lesson for me to reflect on... to train my kids with their love in mind. Be each other's keeper.

Thanks for sharing.

DanjaNinja:
Dear Mum,

They said you were beautiful.
They said you were kind.
They also said you were very nice.

They tell me stories of how you would host the entire family - brothers, sisters, uncles, aunties, cousin - for Sunday Lunch: Jollof Rice with Secret Sauce and Chicken. They say till this day, no one does Jollof Rice any better. They say every Christmas, you would make clothes for everyone - you were a fashion designer. Sadly i dont remember any of it for you died three years after i was born.

Three years. I was three years old and my sister- your last child, was one, when you passed away. How is it that i lived within you for nine months, lived on your milk for four months, gave you endless sleepless nights for several months and yet, I don't remember you? I have searched the deep recesses of my memory, every nook and cranny stiil, i cant find you. I don't know what you sounded like or what your touch felt like. I've seen your pictures but it feels like we never met. I would have preferred growing up with you and i know you would have wanted the same but life had a different plan for us. God knows best they say.

There is something uniquely irreplaceable about a mother's love they say. No matter how another tries, its sadly not the the same. But mum, wherever you currently are, i want you to know that your sister - Aunty G, whom i call mum has done an excellent job. If she had not told me she wasn't my biological mother, i wouldn't have known any better. She loved my sister and i like her own. There were no preferential treatments - whatever she gave her kids, we got - even better in some cases. She made sure we never felt your absence and i must confess she succeeded. Mum, I had an amazing childhood. Kai i was stubborn o. Not troublesomely stubborn but curiously stubborn. I was always curious and wanted to know more and i was a certified trouble maker - chai, dem flog me well well...lol. Life has been good to me, i attended good schools, made amazing friends and i have so much to be thankful for.

Why am i writing this Mum? I just want the world to know that true love, Love that knows no preference nor self-interest,still exist and it can be learnt. I have seen it, your sister lived it. So it saddens me to see people suffer in pain cos they lost their mothers. We saw no pain. God, through your sister made it so. I pray that she lives long enough to experience the fruits of her love and sacrifice. If i don't take care of her, mum, biko, wherever you are, "KNOCK ME". Knock me with the spirit of Gratitude cos i would be ungrateful not to reciprocate your sisters love. Please know that i will forever love you, i will forever miss you and i will forever be grateful for the love that you shared with those who lived with you.

P.S: I want to use this medium to encourage everyone to look beyond ethnicity, religion and race in loving your neighbor as yourself. All we need in this world is love, patience and understanding. We are not perfect but we can help those around us if we try.

One Love My People.

Dear poster, just to tell you that I'm honored to have your story on my thread. The picture inscribes it to heart. You may not know how many readers you have inspired. Bless you Sir.

breadplanets:
Hmmm great thread.
I had just a brother while growing up. Mom always bought seperate plates spoons and cups for us. Pink and blue mostly. Me pink him blue. So we were used to eating separately. Fast forward to when we were 7 and 5 mom went to her friends house and saw her 5kids eating and drinking together from one plate. She loved it and wanted to make us start eating together. On that fateful afternoon she just finished making my hair and served us lunch of garri and soup in one plate. She left but our screams brought
her back shortly, low and behold the lunch had turned into war and my beautiful hair was plastered with garri and soup. Need i say that was the last day she tried to make us eat together
When we were younger like 4 and 6 i was always looking for my brothers trouble. Being the older one i was always always beating and pinching him. Until one day he had enough and gave me a blow that loosend one tooth that was already shaking for me. I went to our parents screaming with a mouthful of blood. My dad sent him out of the house that nite for doing that. He was just at the corridor that lead to the kitchen the door was open but he was too scared to enter. I was on the dining window looking at him and laughing while he started a song..... Mummy na daddy unu osim bata *mummy and daddy should i come in?* and i would scream NO!!!! Mumsie went and brought him in secretly though. Hahahaha oh boy growing up was fun jare.
Love you mom u too dad *even though u f'd up big time later. Still love u

Love your story and kinda brought tears to my eyes with your bro's song hehehehe

subzidi:
Love your story and kinda brought tears to my eyes with your bro's song hehehehe

awwww... Thanks

MrBenSun:
and I honestly wish this post won't end....people should keep posting please

okay..so it's my turn...


I'm a Yoruba..born and bred in the North-Central part of Nigeria... I rmbr when i was young wayback then.my parents were separated some months after i was born so i knew no fatherly love. I heard mom married another man when my dad became retired, old and broke; now that's for a woman who as at that time had already given birth to 7 kids..aiye oo (we the two youngest kids were staying with her; my elder sister and i. I later had another stepsister ). I naturally found it hard to mix among my peers because of pesistent derogatory statements often made by my mom..coupled with the fact that I was a 'Nocturnal Ocean Swimmer'; so she beats at the slightest mistake, & do you know what she flogs me with? Electric Blender Conveyor Belt!! Do you know how much that pain that could cause for a 12yo then? My stepsister would taunt and insult me and my mother wouldn't say a word, if i dare do the same, I'd be done for
And it wasnt that i was wayward then, infact because of the flogging, i became very shy and fearful. I dont talk in school,i was scared of the teachers, scared of everybody. I wake up every morning wishing i didn't wake up because all i would get and digest that morning would be insults by my mom of how useless and worthless my dad is..and a very high possibility of being caned again that morning..FOR NO REASON.
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Now today, I'm a vibrant & young man somewhat in his early twenties; hale, hearty, up and doing & also a final year student in FUTA..
I later met my Dad, the man has been kicking fine; in his 60s now; ever smiling. My dad has thought me without knowing himself that 'Regardless of how life goes down, it goes on'. I try to make him happy during the holidays; he's the comedian himself.. Anytime i catch him staring at me, he keeps smiling..saying the last time he saw me, I was a toddler..my elder siblings are cool too. Two of them are abroad.

Ever since i met Christ, my life has been transformed, i don't get to think about all those derogatory statements anymore
I later got to realise that all the allegations made by Mom were nothing close to the truth. But i really dont care anymore..it's past

As regards to my mom, i haven't seen her in years, everything about the north reminds of my traumatic childhood experience, so i never want to go there..
She's now famzing me on phone now when she realised she's getting older and in need comfort

Nevertheless, i love her and I've forgiven 'cause i realise..'You may never know the true worth of your parents until they are gone'

.........Peace...........


ff @lloyd_damien

Pic:: I'm the dude on the left
indeed, God has been faithful

GOD bless you, good to know you've forgiven her.

Lovely thread! I grew up a very outspoken and determined kid! Was born with a golden spoon but things went South when Dad delved into politics it got so bad we had to move to the village as we couldn't pay rent.
In the village, grandma was responsible for our upkeep 7 of us while mom was in faraway town for studies. Grandma would request that we'd all go to farm but somehow I would sneak away and head home to face my studies(i was a book worm ) . On one faithful day, grandma discovered my absence from the farm and my punishment was bits and pieces of newspaper on my plate as dinner
Hunger twisted my intestines that night, however at midnight she sneaked food to me without my other siblings finding out and this was after she whipped up a storm on how stubborn I was for not farming with others. Same grandma whispered to me that night and said“ nwa'm ego adigi n'okpukpu aka” meaning my daughter there's no wealth in the strength of the arm/hands. From that day, I got permission to be staying back home to cook/clean and ofcourse study while the others enjoy their farming.
Today that little girl is a top executive in an MNC! Love u grandma the proverb ever stuck and I will bendover backwards to give you the world. Unfortunately she's old and frail now with slight indications of dementia sighss...

Ewuro4:
DanjaNinja... You just made me cry.

God will shine his everlasting mercy on your Aunt ... She's an epitome of blessing. She's indeed a rare gem. She's truly her sisters keeper.

May your Mom's soul continue to rest in peace. I'm sure she's smiling and at peace wherever she is.

This is a big lesson for me to reflect on... to train my kids with their love in mind. Be each other's keeper.

Thanks for sharing.

First, i wanna say a big thank u for the special prayers for my aunt. Am truly grateful. May you receive all the love and blessings that you have wished for her.

So sorry i made u cry, it wasn't intentional. Glad my post inspired you to teach your kids how to live a life of love and selflessness. Love is really all that matters. Thanks for your prayers and reading once again. I wish you all the best in life. Do take care and have fun. #Hugs

flyca:
Dear poster, just to tell you that I'm honored to have your story on my thread. The picture inscribes it to heart. You may not know how many readers you have inspired. Bless you Sir.

Dear Flyca, am glad to have shared. Truth is, it was your story that inspired me to share. Thanks for your original post. Do have a nice day.

Meet my French teacher

Dominiquez:
I graduated at 22 with 2:1 in Physics I got a banking job and before I knew it at 25 I was already Managing a unit in a big Oil servicing company. I was paid heavily but my bosses complain of my high salary, after series of threats and abuse by them. I walked away from the company even with their apologies I never looked back.
I started supplying fresh fish to a big hotel, my gf left me, I used my life savings to build a big carwash and bar but I could not get any washer to help me wash d cars, I was doing the washing myself, I was abused, insulted by taxi drivers it never affected my will to succeed.
After a year,an International University offered me a job and also gave me a house coincidentally my official house is opposite a carwash, whenever I look through the window from my bedroom and see those boys washing people's cars under the sun it done on me where the Lord had picked me up from.

my guy....im impressed.I wish youths can take a cue from you.You gave God something to turn around and he did.Welldone man.

DanjaNinja:
Dear Mum,

They said you were beautiful.
They said you were kind.
They also said you were very nice.

They tell me stories of how you would host the entire family - brothers, sisters, uncles, aunties, cousin - for Sunday Lunch: Jollof Rice with Secret Sauce and Chicken. They say till this day, no one does Jollof Rice any better. They say every Christmas, you would make clothes for everyone - you were a fashion designer. Sadly i dont remember any of it for you died three years after i was born.

Three years. I was three years old and my sister- your last child, was one, when you passed away. How is it that i lived within you for nine months, lived on your milk for four months, gave you endless sleepless nights for several months and yet, I don't remember you? I have searched the deep recesses of my memory, every nook and cranny stiil, i cant find you. I don't know what you sounded like or what your touch felt like. I've seen your pictures but it feels like we never met. I would have preferred growing up with you and i know you would have wanted the same but life had a different plan for us. God knows best they say.

There is something uniquely irreplaceable about a mother's love they say. No matter how another tries, its sadly not the the same. But mum, wherever you currently are, i want you to know that your sister - Aunty G, whom i call mum has done an excellent job. If she had not told me she wasn't my biological mother, i wouldn't have known any better. She loved my sister and i like her own. There were no preferential treatments - whatever she gave her kids, we got - even better in some cases. She made sure we never felt your absence and i must confess she succeeded. Mum, I had an amazing childhood. Kai i was stubborn o. Not troublesomely stubborn but curiously stubborn. I was always curious and wanted to know more and i was a certified trouble maker - chai, dem flog me well well...lol. Life has been good to me, i attended good schools, made amazing friends and i have so much to be thankful for.

Why am i writing this Mum? I just want the world to know that true love, Love that knows no preference nor self-interest,still exist and it can be learnt. I have seen it, your sister lived it. So it saddens me to see people suffer in pain cos they lost their mothers. We saw no pain. God, through your sister made it so. I pray that she lives long enough to experience the fruits of her love and sacrifice. If i don't take care of her, mum, biko, wherever you are, "KNOCK ME". Knock me with the spirit of Gratitude cos i would be ungrateful not to reciprocate your sisters love. Please know that i will forever love you, i will forever miss you and i will forever be grateful for the love that you shared with those who lived with you.

P.S: I want to use this medium to encourage everyone to look beyond ethnicity, religion and race in loving your neighbor as yourself. All we need in this world is love, patience and understanding. We are not perfect but we can help those around us if we try.

One Love My People.

I actually cried in reading this and im still crying

orbitalgis:
my guy....im impressed.I wish youths can take a cue from you.You gave God something to turn around and he did.Welldone man.

Thanks so much

am in my finals in the university studying geology..starting degree exams in a months time. though this days I feel very reluctant to read. uni wasn't how I imagined it will be but then I am happy! was told it's a free world in here but ever since I set foot here I haven't seen any free something. was also lied to that gals will come rushing but I never still see them! had a hard time gaining admission though but when I got in saw people who stayed at home longer than me! Happy for my mum she's my rock! #cheers

DanjaNinja:
Why am i writing this Mum? I just want the world to know that true love, Love that knows no preference nor self-interest,still exist and it can be learnt. I have seen it, your sister lived it. So it saddens me to see people suffer in pain cos they lost their mothers. We saw no pain. God, through your sister made it so. I pray that she lives long enough to experience the fruits of her love and sacrifice. If i don't take care of her, mum, biko, wherever you are, "KNOCK ME". Knock me with the spirit of Gratitude cos i would be ungrateful not to reciprocate your sisters love.

, it can be learnt, father, give me the heart to learn this kind of love

HmmmmmmmMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

DanjaNinja:
Dear Mum,

They said you were beautiful.
They said you were kind.
They also said you were very nice.

They tell me stories of how you would host the entire family - brothers, sisters, uncles, aunties, cousin - for Sunday Lunch: Jollof Rice with Secret Sauce and Chicken. They say till this day, no one does Jollof Rice any better. They say every Christmas, you would make clothes for everyone - you were a fashion designer. Sadly i dont remember any of it for you died three years after i was born.

Three years. I was three years old and my sister- your last child, was one, when you passed away. How is it that i lived within you for nine months, lived on your milk for four months, gave you endless sleepless nights for several months and yet, I don't remember you? I have searched the deep recesses of my memory, every nook and cranny stiil, i cant find you. I don't know what you sounded like or what your touch felt like. I've seen your pictures but it feels like we never met. I would have preferred growing up with you and i know you would have wanted the same but life had a different plan for us. God knows best they say.

There is something uniquely irreplaceable about a mother's love they say. No matter how another tries, its sadly not the the same. But mum, wherever you currently are, i want you to know that your sister - Aunty G, whom i call mum has done an excellent job. If she had not told me she wasn't my biological mother, i wouldn't have known any better. She loved my sister and i like her own. There were no preferential treatments - whatever she gave her kids, we got - even better in some cases. She made sure we never felt your absence and i must confess she succeeded. Mum, I had an amazing childhood. Kai i was stubborn o. Not troublesomely stubborn but curiously stubborn. I was always curious and wanted to know more and i was a certified trouble maker - chai, dem flog me well well...lol. Life has been good to me, i attended good schools, made amazing friends and i have so much to be thankful for.

Why am i writing this Mum? I just want the world to know that true love, Love that knows no preference nor self-interest,still exist and it can be learnt. I have seen it, your sister lived it. So it saddens me to see people suffer in pain cos they lost their mothers. We saw no pain. God, through your sister made it so. I pray that she lives long enough to experience the fruits of her love and sacrifice. If i don't take care of her, mum, biko, wherever you are, "KNOCK ME". Knock me with the spirit of Gratitude cos i would be ungrateful not to reciprocate your sisters love. Please know that i will forever love you, i will forever miss you and i will forever be grateful for the love that you shared with those who lived with you.

P.S: I want to use this medium to encourage everyone to look beyond ethnicity, religion and race in loving your neighbor as yourself. All we need in this world is love, patience and understanding. We are not perfect but we can help those around us if we try.

One Love My People.

Beautiful story

God bless your aunt

zube01:
am in my finals in the university studying geology..starting degree exams in a months time. though this days I feel very reluctant to read. uni wasn't how I imagined it will be but then I am happy! was told it's a free world in here but ever since I set foot here I haven't seen any free something. was also lied to that gals will come rushing but I never still see them! had a hard time gaining admission though but when I got in saw people who stayed at home longer than me! Happy for my mum she's my rock! #cheers

This got me laughing!

Na real free something and rushing girls!

No bi book dem send you?

bukatyne:
This got me laughing!
Na real free something and rushing girls!
No bi book dem send you?

all of them still follow na

I'm still awake now, studying for my Bar exams. Despite this Malaria I have but I won't let that hold me back from being Called to the Nigerian Bar this year.
So help me God.

Eveluv:
I'm still awake now, studying for my Bar exams. Despite this Malaria I have but I won't let that hold me back from being Called to the Nigerian Bar this year.
So help me God.

Amen

What an emotional thread!


Phew!!
Read from 1st to 7 th page, almost cried while reading the stories, I was particularly touched by DanjaNinja bukatyne and subzidi


I wish we could all love each other in this country regardless of tribe and ethnic affiliations.
Flyca thanks for creating this thread even though they tried to discourage you with the derailment of the first thread you showed the power of perseverance and persistence.

Babyosisi come check this out.

sparkleboy:
What an emotional thread!


Phew!!
Read from 1st to 7 th page, almost cried while reading the stories, I was particularly touched by DanjaNinja bukatyne and subzidi


I wish we could all love each other in this country regardless of tribe and ethnic affiliations.
Flyca thanks for creating this thread even though they tried to discourage you with the derailment of the first thread you showed the power of perseverance and persistence.

Babyosisi come check this out.

Thanks a lot.