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ecoeco:
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So becuz her momma slept with an albino nd she escaped d albino skin but got d eye

Sombori wee not hear word again

Mtchewww

Nigerian bloggers nd their nonsense news

T
#Eco99#

U are always negative to every tread on nairaland! Are u OK at all?

the makeup artist no try and d gurl need to work on her smile.........the first ever picture that discovered her still fine pass

Naija bloggers love to feast on the wrong thing and shit funny thigs to the masses..No hate o but how this girl eye color take concern me,e pay my sch fee?E help my papa get work?Im happy for the girl yo dont get me wrong...There are more pressing things Nigerians need to know no this......

Livefreeordieha:
oĸ.. ι yaғ нeard υ...

U LIKE SPEAKING IN TONGUES, DON'T U?.

One day they will tell us that the Multi-coloured Eyed Girl, Peace Omana,
is now two months pregnant, and that girl's dream is been put to a stop by the same randy guy that keeps updating us about this innocent girl

Not just the eyes, but the young girl is beautiful.

buchilino:
U LIKE SPEAKING IN TONGUES, DON'T U?.

actually ι do.. тнanĸѕ ғor υnderѕтandιng.. ιт ѕнowѕ υ are ιn d ѕpιrιт..

Bad lipstick!

Livefreeordieha:
actually ι do.. тнanĸѕ ғor υnderѕтandιng.. ιт ѕнowѕ υ are ιn d ѕpιrιт..

U NO WELL

The makeup is too much.

Heromaniaa:
My name is Psalm. Yes, awkward right? But that’s the name my mamma called me when I was born. My Dad had wanted to call me Job, but my mamma would not have it.

“Have you seen any man called Job that wasn’t a carpenter or a bricklayer” she had fired at my dad. “All the people wey dey answer Job na so so suffer suffer!” Mamma certainly hadn’t heard of Steve Jobs (well, after he moved out of the garage). Plus my oldman had suffered much, having lived from hand to mouth since he lost his job thirty years ago, yet his name wasn’t Job. So there was more to suffering than being called an ordinary name.

“Let’s call him David” my momma had suggested. “It is simple and short. And remember he killed Goliath.”

“David? The man who stole another man’s wife? I can’t call my son David. All the people wey dey answer David too like woman!”


Mamma had thought of it and the lives of a few people bearing David in my neighbourhood had been enough to convince her. In fact two days before I was named, two married men had fought over a woman on the street, and they were both called David.

After much dilly dallying, they called me Psalm. Popsy wasn’t so excited about the name; David and Psalm were like Bobrisky and bleaching – One and the same. But in the end he accepted it. So that was how I got my name, one would think after all the hair-splitting deliberations that gave birth to my name, my name would at least bring me luck. Far from it. I don suffer pass nyash. Yes. I have been peed on, shit on, sat on and what not…

Yesterday was the day kasala burst for my head. I was on my way to an interview. Since 5 years wey I graduate, bros, I never see real job. But that yesterday, something told me that was the end of my job search. My girlfriend had linked me to a friend that had friend who was the GM in a manufacturing company. When I contacted the so called GM, he picked the phone and answered me like a vampire had given him a Mouth Gig.

“Who be rat? He spat out.

“It’s me Psalm. A friend of Sarah, who is a friend to Akpan, your good friend. He said you are the GM of Green food Industries.”

I could hear him chuckling on the other end.

“Werin you wan make I ju for you?” he replied. I was already getting pissed.

“I want to submit my CV to your company. I was told you could help me get a job”

“Bring am tomorrow, I go help you give the GM”

“Are you not the GM?

“Bro e be like say you never ready. I be the Gateman, your friend no tell your friend to tell your friend to tell you?

My jaw dropped. But I had no choice; I tidied my white shirt and dusted my CV. I must get that job the next day…

As early as 8 AM the next day, I set out. My gf had made a delicious afang soup the other night. I quickly heated four wraps of fufu, devoured it and left feeling like a bouncer. It had rained the other night and the bad roads were still muddy. I did my best to avoid reckless drivers from splashing dirty water on me. My best, as usual, was not enough.

A man in a black prado Jeep zoomed past, emptying a pot hole of muddy water on me. I did what any other frustrated man would do.


I boarded a bike and chased after him. Who knows, he could settle me with something tangible. The okadaman was a skillful rider but the prado guy had no chill. After five minutes, I spotted his car parked right in front of my babe’s apartment. Fear catch me like politician wey receive alert from Dasuki. I paid off the bike man and cautiously peeped into my girlfriend’s one room apartment. What I saw shocked me.

The story continues in the next sequel GIRLS AINT LOYAL

guy is it here on nairaland, if yes, pls give me a link to ur DAIRA OF A MADMAN

youngreva:
the girl is not fine at all,like if you agree with me

she is finer than olajumoke, that's for sure

buchilino:
U NO WELL

oĸ.. ι yaғ нearded yoυ welly well.

Who did this make up? It is ugly!

dollytino4real:
buhari needs her to recover fast,,

She resemble powerbank? Abi them no plug olu daura make him charge full?

e remain smallllll make she be albino just one gene missing.

Exploitation

ecoeco:
....

So becuz her momma slept with an albino nd she escaped d albino skin but got d eye

Sombori wee not hear word again

Mtchewww

Nigerian bloggers nd their nonsense news


#Eco99#

hate speech. stop hating on her and use bleach on you own.

I just want to have cool 4hours non stop rump with her toto

ecoeco:
....

So becuz her momma slept with an albino nd she escaped d albino skin but got d eye

Sombori wee not hear word again

Mtchewww

Nigerian bloggers nd their nonsense news


#Eco99#

I tired self ooooo.Many albino get dis kind eye oooo

Una don do now.. mtchew.

He has 43 likes already

theNOISEmaker:
she fine so no like for you.. ntorr

TunnyOgunnowo:
Peace Omana, the girl with the unique eyes seems to make going from heights to heights after she broke the internet some weeks ago. In an interview with Abimbola Balogun of Revealia Photography, Peace Omana was talking with so much emotions when she was asked what she will do with money when she starts getting endorsements

She said: 'I don't like my sisters school. That's the first thing I would do if I have money. I will also get my mum a shop'.

There are still comments about Peace' eyes, some still insists she needs to visit an optician even though she said she has several aunties with such eyes from her maternal and paternal relations. Her family also revealed that she is fine and needs no medical attention.

Peace is from Eket in Akwa Ibom.

View source: http://www.absolutehearts.com/2017/08/multi-coloured-eyed-girl-peace-omana.html

Someone wants to use this girl to make money

Heromaniaa:
My name is Psalm. Yes, awkward right? But that’s the name my mamma called me when I was born. My Dad had wanted to call me Job, but my mamma would not have it.

“Have you seen any man called Job that wasn’t a carpenter or a bricklayer” she had fired at my dad. “All the people wey dey answer Job na so so suffer suffer!” Mamma certainly hadn’t heard of Steve Jobs (well, after he moved out of the garage). Plus my oldman had suffered much, having lived from hand to mouth since he lost his job thirty years ago, yet his name wasn’t Job. So there was more to suffering than being called an ordinary name.

“Let’s call him David” my momma had suggested. “It is simple and short. And remember he killed Goliath.”

“David? The man who stole another man’s wife? I can’t call my son David. All the people wey dey answer David too like woman!”


Mamma had thought of it and the lives of a few people bearing David in my neighbourhood had been enough to convince her. In fact two days before I was named, two married men had fought over a woman on the street, and they were both called David.

After much dilly dallying, they called me Psalm. Popsy wasn’t so excited about the name; David and Psalm were like Bobrisky and bleaching – One and the same. But in the end he accepted it. So that was how I got my name, one would think after all the hair-splitting deliberations that gave birth to my name, my name would at least bring me luck. Far from it. I don suffer pass nyash. Yes. I have been peed on, shit on, sat on and what not…

Yesterday was the day kasala burst for my head. I was on my way to an interview. Since 5 years wey I graduate, bros, I never see real job. But that yesterday, something told me that was the end of my job search. My girlfriend had linked me to a friend that had friend who was the GM in a manufacturing company. When I contacted the so called GM, he picked the phone and answered me like a vampire had given him a Mouth Gig.

“Who be rat? He spat out.

“It’s me Psalm. A friend of Sarah, who is a friend to Akpan, your good friend. He said you are the GM of Green food Industries.”

I could hear him chuckling on the other end.

“Werin you wan make I ju for you?” he replied. I was already getting pissed.

“I want to submit my CV to your company. I was told you could help me get a job”

“Bring am tomorrow, I go help you give the GM”

“Are you not the GM?

“Bro e be like say you never ready. I be the Gateman, your friend no tell your friend to tell your friend to tell you?

My jaw dropped. But I had no choice; I tidied my white shirt and dusted my CV. I must get that job the next day…

As early as 8 AM the next day, I set out. My gf had made a delicious afang soup the other night. I quickly heated four wraps of fufu, devoured it and left feeling like a bouncer. It had rained the other night and the bad roads were still muddy. I did my best to avoid reckless drivers from splashing dirty water on me. My best, as usual, was not enough.

A man in a black prado Jeep zoomed past, emptying a pot hole of muddy water on me. I did what any other frustrated man would do.


I boarded a bike and chased after him. Who knows, he could settle me with something tangible. The okadaman was a skillful rider but the prado guy had no chill. After five minutes, I spotted his car parked right in front of my babe’s apartment. Fear catch me like politician wey receive alert from Dasuki. I paid off the bike man and cautiously peeped into my girlfriend’s one room apartment. What I saw shocked me.

The story continues in the next sequel GIRLS AINT LOYAL

Nice write up! Complete the story

But jokes apart she's really looking like a he

Emescot:
She is beautiful, i want to see her in hijab... I dont like the second pics tho, make dem no go use make up scatter the girl own o

Who jihad hijab epp

By the time this girl blossoms into a lady, you no go believe your eyes. Just give her few years more

fk001:
The girl is not fine



I only like her eyes

sexyjuly:
u have been unbanned abi?carry ur foolishness go elsewhere joor

So indirectly u ar saying you missed me



#Eco99#