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Mokiks:Lol yes. I had the intention of making it a quick but interesting write up. Thank you. |
Cruz40:I will thanks |
I love the story, please write another one. |
Lordshola:Thanks Lordshola |
ozidy1:Thanks so much for the encouragement. |
Bigii:Thanks |
arthur16:Lol......,.right.........I love her story. |
Narldon:Thank you dear. |
Funny thread |
I think you're really talented and you know how to keep the story so interesting. |
naijaboiy:Okay. My bad. |
naijaboiy:I'm not supporting bleaching and I don't bleach, neither will I bleach my kids . I blamed the men partially and I've renounced that view. |
Tedassie:Yeah I know, got it. |
Bizibi:Stop attacking me I've already accepted the better side of the argument. |
naijaboiy:They've corrected me already and I've removed the post |
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lovelygurl:You have solid points. I am not supporting bleaching. I just think that both sides, the bleachers and the people that promote bleaching, need to change. Both sides are the problem. If the bleachers stop but the ones supporting continue, it's like healing a snake bite without killing the snake. New sets of bleachers will arise as long as media and people don't stop sucking in the rest of the public to this bullshit. Kill the snake or it will strike again. New generations, new victims. The mentality must be killed on ALL SIDES. |
WORLDPEACE:You have solid points. I am not supporting bleaching. I just think that both sides, the bleachers and the people that promote bleaching, need to change. Both sides are the problem. If the bleachers stop but the ones supporting continue, it's like healing a snake bite without killing the snake. New sets of bleachers will arise as long as media and people don't stop sucking in the rest of the public to this bullshit. Kill the snake or it will strike again. New generations, new victims. The mentality must be killed on ALL SIDES. |
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Vince77:It's a lie , please don't mislead singles into thinking its a normal thing married couples do, but don't get caught. This thing you are saying will encourage singles to get married thinking it's just the way life goes, one must go back to their ex out of boredom or whatever. It's a lie o. |
Sweet story, keep it up. |
Fearlez:Chisos ! ![]() |
Chukazu:Well no, you have a point. But I just feel anybody can put a tortoise and lay animal blood and start up a crowd. .....it was insensitive of me to ask of a video. I guess I won't believe this thing unless I'm there live. |
But why do we always see the picture of these things already out, why is there always no video of it actually emerging? People will just gather, and say something came out, something flew, let us see it in pure action . |
ShyCypher: ![]() What......what are you saying........what is this..... ![]() |
Safiaaa:Lol I got so carried away. Gosh, guess thats what I get for signing up on Nl again . I shouldn't even have bothered, can't change anyone. He's just being selfish but the truth is we are used to this poo. Maybe that's why they say men are babies, lol. |
handsomebanana:Oh all is the same? Meaning a lost child is equal to money.............Ok.......this means if I track you down Take your baby You never see your baby again. Police catch me and I give you money. The money is equal to the baby right? Everybody is happy right? If I take your baby and I stick a was of cash in the cot then you won't feel no pain again cuz money is equal to babies , lost babies............. Right? |
Donjazzy12:So cuz a man trained a girl, yeah its wrong to jilt a guy, but money can be made at any age and time . But can you produce a new womb? Can you return a body made of flesh and blood? Abeg all these your comparisons are nothing compared to what the girl loses, and you all know it . That is why when you are bragging about how you dealt with a girl you would say you lost your money wooing her but what she will loose is times ten of that. |
Donjazzy12:After ten years. She has a womb that has an expiry date, does he? Men like to marry young women, after ten Years, in the realm of women, she won't have the same suitors. Meanwhile at fourty some will still call him a young man , he will marry a 16 year old , nobody will care. If it is your sister will you say this? If it is your daughter ? If you were the woman will you feel this way ? Why are you guys selfish that you only care for yourselves and those who are lucky to be your beloved ? So men are free to eat what they want and if it suits them no more they throw it away in the trash can just as easily. You said it had effect on him too. Will people slut shame him? In this Africa, do people ask a man about his virginity? Well, enjoy your life. |
1:30 I have tried to read a little, despite the numbness to everything in life that holds me, threatening to strangle me . I'm dead to life like the cold lurking outside , can't stop thinking of the child that was mine but is gone leaving me empty, I had no choice . Had no choice? The cynical Nigerian man would ask if your legs were forced open. But that's right. I should have let the innocent live and taken the shame. Except the child wouldn't have been left alone. Years later my nightmare is the heartless adults and fellow children surrounding him/her, calling ......Bastard. Smiling, sneering , high and low voices. Bastard....bastard......bastard.....no daddy......whispers saying don't mix with that child , he has no daddy . Nah I couldn't have borne that to happen. Write a composition about your family. That would've been the perfect paradise and excuse for primary school teachers to torture the kid. My roommates make mockery of my last minute attempts to read. Guffawing sounds and snickers not so subtle as they pass by. Would've thought they would understand my pain being women, but surprisingly no . Funny enough I know they aren't saints but , I'll pass. Though my head is filled with images of blood and pain and loss and screams, I try to read. The dousing they gave me earlier comes to mind and my mouth moves an inch to attempt a smile. 3:00 Its time for the exam. I really hope these guys won't try to play a fast one on me. The indifferent examiners at the door of the main Hall search people for the necessary i.d and let them in. I'm back with my turtleneck sweater and jeans. People around me feverishly swipe through their books in a last attempt to assimilate facts before being called into the exam hall, hardly noticing me. When they do notice me it is with a frown and an occasional eyeing up and down with irritation and hatred, mostly the girls. Some others smile briefly and some even wave or attempt brief conversations and hugs. I always liked those non discriminating types. The students have nearly all entered the exam halls. I look about me in despair. Couples and groups gist together on the stone benches a little distance away from the hall, oblivious to the ' exam fever ' . Jerry , the guy I paid this money to indirectly to write for me, is nowhere to be seen. To make things worse , I see mystery man amble towards me looking a bit agitated, but I feel this is just pretence. Damn it ! They planned this, to make an utter fool out of me and collect my money. " I'm so sorry Jinx.........I'm so sorry, jerry can't make it, he was just rushed to the hospital....and I have something to do right now. You know what you will do.....take this " he shoves some bulky materials into my hands. " please, I never knew this would happen, just try and write this one, we will write two others for you " he sprints off, but I catch the glee on his face a minute before his face is totally averted. Smart guy, wouldn't write an exam for a sucker if he could help it. So I'm stuck. Managed.to smuggle these in and I'm nervous as hell. Other students took advantage and have sharply distributed most of my expo around the hall. I'm numb, trying my best to look casual while viewing a paper under the table. I am not used to cheating. I feel a hand, heavy on my shoulder, a disgusted gaze above me and a harsh voice . The students close to me shift away with the agility and grace of angels. "GET UP !!! GET UP !!!! " A sharp rip of papers and it's like my life has been ripped apart symbolically. Everybody looks at me. The security man comes along, joins the invigilator who is so full of fury that I am afraid he will slap me. He growls his instruction through clenched teeth and a murderous stare. " Cuff her. Let's go ! Don't beg me ! This is a warning to all of you !!" Fifth of November. My doomsday. The words, the neglect, the mockery, the condemnation. Happy Jinx. Happy Birthday. |


