makky555:


Exactly

Hmm. You weren't sure of this before. How come you're concurring now?

njuwo:
Hmm. You weren't sure of this before. How come you're concurring now?

Looked it up... Just to confirm

makky555:

Looked it up... Just to confirm

Google right

njuwo:
Google right

No...
I went to okija shine to confirm

makky555:


No...
I went to okija shine to confirm

And you got it without giving the eyes of a new born baby fly and the intestine of a mosquito

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wc4SzauJ5E4

They were taking a cool ride along the Ogbia/Nembe road, Bayelsa State, in his new Jeep when suddenly a loud smelly sound from her anus erupted in the car and vibrated the seats, steering and also caused damage to the shock-absorbers in two Michellin tyres.

"Blood of jesus! Blood of DICKson! Blood of Jonathan! Holy bloody of the PDP!" he screamed. He parked the car immediately at a corner, wined down the glasses and turned to her. "What! Tell me, Ebiere did you just 'mess' (i.e. fart) in my car or it was something else that happened?" he asked her astoundly.

#To be continued...
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Men and their jealous attitude .......
A man was in a public transport wanted to see the reaction of others.
So he took his phone, dialed a number, placed the phone to his ear and said in a low tone:
"Baby, I can't come to you today because I'm in the same public transport with your husband. I'll call you later okay? I love you!"
All the men in that bus demanded, "Excuse me mister man, I want to see the number you just called....
As I write to you now, it's hot in the bus even the driver wants to know the last number the man dialed!

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njuwo:
Three business associates, an Igbo man, a
Yoruba man and a Chinese man, went to eat
lunch together at a restaurant in Surulere.
While in the middle of their meal, a fly came in
through the window. It flew across the table
to where the Igbo man was but he just
waved his hands to chase it away.
The fly then went to where the Yoruba man
was, he also chased it away.
Finally, the fly then went to where the Chinese
man was and was flying close to his ears. The
Chinese man looked at the fly for sometime
and then grabbed it, put it in his mouth and
swallowed it.
The other men saw this but just kept on
eating.
About Five minutes later, another fly came in
and flew to the Yoruba man who just chased
it away again.
It then flew on to the Igbo man but this time
he did not chase the fly, he looked at it for
sometime and then grabbed it. He then
turned to the Chinese man and asked "how
much you go buy am?"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WmN3EZnVot4

njuwo:
And you got it without giving the eyes of a new born baby fly and the intestine of a mosquito

Lol... I was asked to bring the eyelash of cricket with two newly laid egg of a lion and the paws of a tilapia fish

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makky555:



Lol... I was asked to bring the eyelash of cricket with two newly laid egg of a lion and the paws of a tilapia fish

Hmm. That's harsh oh. And you were ok with it

njuwo:
Hmm. That's harsh oh. And you were ok with it

yes now...what can son of man do

makky555:


yes now...what can son of man do

I presume it wasn't easy. Gist me your experience while trying to get the items, starting with the newly laid egg of a lion.

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Fighting Depression as an African

A tiny boat bobbing up and down in a raging vast ocean. The licking waves slaps the belly of the boat and it capsizes The ocean is relentless, a wave engulfs the little boat tearing it into half. It begins to slowly sink into the dark under world. Drawn to the bottom by an over powering force. Unable to rise to the surface, sinking, sinking and sinking. Swallowed into the cold wet darkness. Despondent, dejected and hopeless.
Depression. A condition of mental disturbance characterized by such feelings of hopelessness and inadequacy. These feelings to a greater degree are a drive force to suicide, lack of energy and interest in life. Difficulty in maintaining concentration and human interaction. I would know. I was once that little bobbing boat. Wallowing in dark thoughts, sinking in a black hole of self pity, heart ache and sadness. The most difficult time of my life when I had a miscarriage. The ordeal was horrific The Portal to Satan’s Lair I am quite familiar with the road to hell. I lost my baby under harsh conditions of a third world country health care system. The aftermath almost killed me.
I sunk into depression for almost a year and nobody knew. I hid it so well from friends and family. As Africans, depression is considered as being weak. I remember after the whole ordeal someone asked me if I was okay. I told them physically I had recovered but emotionally devastated. They said what was important was my physical health and I will get over the rest. Wow. I never received post miscarriage counselling. Apparently my mental well being was not important. I mean they put me in the baby weighing room soon after my miscarriage. So I watched as they brought every new born for weighing albeit, I had lost mine within the same day. I cried every day for almost a year. I had no-one to talk to, after all nobody knew what I was going through. I wrote several suicide notes and toyed around with a few creative ways of offing myself. Life was not worth living, I was haunted by memories of my baby cradled in my arms. Everything was bleak, all black and white. In public I pretended to be all happy and smiles. Alone at home I would literally spend the whole day crying.
African women are expected to be strong. We don’t crumble under such millennial white people conditions as depression. Look we are taught to endure abusive cheating husbands, to be the pillars of our homes even as going as far as mutilating our genitals to please men. Our culture is so patriarchally driven that women teach their daughters to further perpetuate this crippling system of society . Crying over a miscarriage is petty and weak. Hence I had to wince several times at the insensitiveness of my people. Someone went on to ask, ” Hey that baby you lost, was it a boy or girl?”, another, ” Are you going to name your baby after your miscarried child?” A healing wound that is constantly peeled and bleeds anew. Hello guys, I am trying to get through this, can you not remind me of the worst time of my life? That would be great.
I stopped interacting with people, family and friends. I was withdrawn and could not stand crowds or public places. Although I pretended to be fine, If anyone bothered to pay attention there were tell tale signs of depression. Someone told me not to cry in the presence of my husband because I would pull him down in my misery and drive him away. He never knew. I started smoking. 5 cigarettes a day turned to an entire box a day. Somehow I could deal better. There is a time it got so bad that I emptied the drug cabinet and sat on my bed sobbing hysterically. I cried at how my life had come to an end. I was going to die. Those days there was an Econet free Twitter promo. I had no credit to call anyone so I reached out on Twitter. I tweeted ” Somebody help me. Please call me on this number immediately” I don’t know her but she called me,I was a mess, crying on the phone, I told her I was depressed and about to kill myself. I was 4 months pregnant and I had taken a good amount of chlophernamine tablets. She consoled me, told me it was okay and sent me credit to call for help. She kept checking on me. A stranger from Twitter saved my life. She said she will be praying for me. I just know her Twitter handle @lolo_sav. Thats her in the below image. The angel that saved my life.
@Lolo_sav
This piece is not a pity party attraction story. It is how we as Africans should take mental well being seriously. To be able to check on people especially those who have gone through traumatic incidents. Telling someone to pray about it and moving on with business as usual is unhelpful. I am a christian but there are down trodden moments where prayer doesn’t even suffice as a solution. Rather pray with them, encourage them, be patient and yes black people its okay for someone to break down. Do not judge them but be there for them. My entire pregnancy with Malik was terrifying because I was afraid of losing him. I had to stop smoking, went for counselling for the sake of my baby. I realised I had to live, my baby had to live and although I battled with depression I knew I had to live! Africans perceive suicide as stupid and selfish. In our Shona culture, if a person commits suicide they beat up the corpse with sticks as punishment. Some don’t even hold funerals because they don’t deserve it. Such a stoic and insensitive culture drives more suicide statistics because people suffer in silence. A people that tortures a soul by beating up its corpse. Depression is real by the time a person commits suicide, they would have been long dead.
Malik saved me. The day I held him in my arms is the day the face of God shone in my life. Its the day I resurfaced and reached the shores. The birth of Malik was the day break after a long dark night. Let us pay attention to our loved ones, they maybe going through hell and fighting demons unknown to us. They may give subtle hints or reach out in a pseudo manner. Let us be alert. Depression is not a sign of weakness or shameful. It is a real condition.
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Things got real quickly
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nepa came to cut my light today and i showed them this.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cq4xCE5ScZY