Jobs/Vacancies › Re: How Did You Get Your Present Job? by Qaisar1: 5:32pm On Mar 12, 2016 |
#connection |
Career › Re: A Female Commercial Motorcyclist (real Definition Of Hustling). Photos. by Qaisar1: 5:17pm On Mar 12, 2016*. Modified: 5:35pm On Mar 12, 2016 |
not easy. Very common in some parts of Edo State. I know of a female bus driver, she started out as a conductress. Now she owns two (or 3, not sure anymore) buses.
And I see threads here asking of one's turn off/on in our partners. ***A brainy with a bad heart will only manufacture a Kalashnikov.
Team #Hard_working_woman_with_ a_good_Heart |
Poems For Review › Re: NPC Cypher: Compassion by Qaisar1: 1:32am On Mar 12, 2016 |
Present Sire! |
Culture › Re: HI I Am Indian by Qaisar1: 6:25pm On Mar 04, 2016 |
IndianBwoy: You too.
Yes at times when speaking in my language.
but the way its portrayed by western movie is too exaggerated. we don't do it like that. and i certainly don't OK. lol. I have watched 3-idiots... And Farhan always shake his head |
Culture › Re: HI I Am Indian by Qaisar1: 6:10pm On Mar 04, 2016 |
[quote author=IndianBwoy post=43481462][/quote]Nice knowing you...
But... Do you shake your head when talking?
Just thinking, you typing and shaking your head. |
Celebrities › Re: Wow!! Asa Exposes Hot Sexy Body (Video) by Qaisar1: 1:12pm On Feb 28, 2016 |
Change don reach your door too? |
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Phones › Re: How To Transfer Airtime To Bank Account? by Qaisar1: 11:07pm On Feb 15, 2016 |
Inyanga: It's against fiscal and monetary policies as it will lead to job losses...... LEARN TO REASON LIKE ECONOMIST HERE Hmm. But what if the amount of airtime convertible is limited, let's say 3,000. It surely will in return reduce the crowd in banks. We won't mind paying N50 for every N1000 transfer.... and oh! I don't see how that will lead to job losses sha. |
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Poems For Review › Re: Tick-tock by Qaisar1: 6:07am On Feb 06, 2016 |
Hmm. True. |
Poems For Review › This Freedom Sucks by Qaisar1(op): 10:37am On Feb 05, 2016 |
THIS FREEDOM SUCKS -------------------------------------
Together, we cherished being wild With you, could do and say anything We never once cared for what's right We held hands through thick and thins We, against obstacles with heads held high We Came off Always with a win We would chat and stay up all night On calls, describing the colours of our sky Well, it sure changed after the fight
Then I thought I could do without us I sought to be free and see what life's got Now I'm feeling free, yet so bored Reminiscing our togetherness, our close walks The sneak outs, the movies and the malls How we repelled incoming attacks, thus We thought the love was stronger than rocks Now I feel empty, emptier than my kisses box The truth is true, though it really mocks 'Without you' - if this is freedom, it really sucks.
(c) Qaisar 05-04-16 3 Likes |
Phones › Re: I Switched From Android To Iphone For Two Months. Here's What I Learned by Qaisar1: 9:06pm On Jan 31, 2016 |
bottom line... Android rocks.. |
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Poems For Review › Re: When The Heart Bleeds (my First Poem Ever) by Qaisar1: 5:27pm On Jan 10, 2016 |
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Poems For Review › Re: When The Heart Bleeds (my First Poem Ever) by Qaisar1: 12:57pm On Jan 10, 2016 |
emaculate99: First of all, I'm Emaculate99.
Nice poem. I think Joseph has already said my mind. But let me ask, are you trying to achieve anyhing with that arrangement? Emulate 1 Like |
Poems For Review › Re: When I Get Home by Qaisar1(op): 11:36am On Jan 07, 2016 |
merit12: I hoped my explanation was correct to some extend? Yeah Sure. |
Poems For Review › Re: When I Get Home by Qaisar1(op): 6:34am On Jan 07, 2016 |
[quote author=merit12][/quote]Nice analysis. But,
Packed not bags Just a short and a rag They've been with me Even before I became dark
That's was not a mistake though. When babies are born, they are born mostly with light/fair skins; and when they grow older, they grow darker. He's trying to stress the fact that; * He has nothing else (his poor state) * These clothes were childhood gifts * The short and rag is as old as himself ..................................................
So I pushed a little further Through lakes that conceived not waters Into caves which were rocky freezers Couldn't sleep - once sweet-dreams became bitter
While still with his family, he must (at some point) be fantasizing on how "the City" would favour him. He had hopes - those were his sweet dreams. But when reality struck, his dreams which were then - sweet; wasn't anymore.
Thanks |
Poems For Review › Re: My Love Is Hatred by Qaisar1: 11:30pm On Jan 05, 2016 |
merit12: Thanks oga me.
Just following your foot step. Impressive. I wish I can analyze poems like this. 1 Like 1 Share |
Poems For Review › Re: When I Get Home by Qaisar1(op): 4:13pm On Jan 05, 2016 |
texanomaly: I loved these lines especially. Is the bolded supposed to be knees?
The night, voraciously feeding on its victims
Through lakes that conceived not waters
Into caves which were rocky freezers
With quivering kneels I went up there Colourful skies, shadowed City; Both, still not near Could have gone for it But my breath was leaving me Was not to blame death for helping me Then I found faith; I prayed A promise of blessings All for my family Oh! thanks ma'am ¤ 1 Like |
Jokes Etc › Re: Photo Of The Day by Qaisar1: 5:40am On Jan 05, 2016 |
 I thought OGUN is the god of Iron  |
Politics › Re: Madam Diezani Allison Madueke Dead..??? by Qaisar1: 5:29am On Jan 05, 2016 |
kITATITA: Because a meeting was held in her family house, you run to the Internet to kill her there. |
Poems For Review › Re: This Boy Is Mad by Qaisar1: 5:28am On Jan 05, 2016 |
merit12: Yes boss  we're missing you oh. |
Poems For Review › When I Get Home by Qaisar1(op): 5:20am On Jan 05, 2016*. Modified: 4:27pm On Jan 05, 2016 |
Yet again, another cold morning Stretched hard and managed yawning I was ready; for I've planned before today To leave the slums already; if I didn't fail Packed not bags Just a short and a rag They've been with me Even before I became dark Maybe I was selfish Wanted a life for my sisters and mummy But not here in the slums All they do is nothing but dirty and fetish It's two days I've been walking and swearing Couldn't pray? Yeah Couldn't find my faith nor bearings It is darker The night, voraciously feeding on its victims Was I mad? Was it hunger? Or maybe I wasn't thinking Should I retreat and forget 'The City'? Thoughts came through, on and into my mind But it couldn't be water nor food Soon I'll go empty and dry, then die... To or fro; either ways, 'twas mine to decide. So I pushed a little further Through lakes that conceived not waters Into caves which were rocky freezers Couldn't sleep - once sweet-dreams became bitter With quivering knees I went up there Colourful skies, shadowed City; Both, still not near Could have gone for it But my breath was leaving me Was not to blame death for helping me Then I found faith; I prayed A promise of blessings All for my family When I get home... ¤ Llaykorn donifez JigsawKillah Pdizzle Bolakale40 emaculate99 GidiQuotes Yuzjet Mo*gan  6 Likes 6 Shares
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Poems For Review › Re: This Boy Is Mad by Qaisar1: 4:42am On Jan 05, 2016 |
merit12: don't you sleep?have you close from that meeting? It's you Dj! |
Poems For Review › Re: This Boy Is Mad by Qaisar1: 4:33am On Jan 05, 2016 |
merit12: Were do we start from
I want to learn poetry from you Llaykorn, Orijin? (Hope you code?) |
Poems For Review › Re: Unfair! by Qaisar1: 4:24am On Jan 05, 2016 |
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Properties › Re: How We Built "The Coffee Shop" by Qaisar1: 7:05pm On Jan 04, 2016 |
God. This is amazing. *following* |
Rap Battles › Re: |**|NL-King-Of-Poets[2015]-Grand Finale- Llaykorn Vs Jason21|**| by Qaisar1: 6:51pm On Jan 04, 2016 |
Llaykorn: Nostalgic day - reminiscing on that kind of love Mum had
Streams of stories spurting through; some happy some sad
But man, one I won't ever forget took place one March
I had just met Sarah and I was sneaking out to see her
Kept lying to Mummy that I was out going to see Carl
"You won't be going out tonight" I heard Mum angrily say
Freaked out; thought she had known of my silly ways
Then she said "I saw you hit your leg on that stone just now"
That means you're gonna get hit
Or fall into a deep pit and you won't be able to come out
I believed her to never see Sarah again after that day
Drowned in depression but I had to heal the hard way
The people that we love most aren't ever gonna be there
RIP, kid bro, Paradise be your abode; never see Hell
I remember us playing round the house on the weekends
A day that I chased you with a broom down the passage
And Mummy saw from her window; I saw Mama's rage
She howled at me angrily and that caused all that hate
I showed towards you - I was stupid and senseless
If ever the hands of time could be drawn back Everest
To those times we had pure hearts chasing helpless
Butterflies in the garden and Mom wouldn't let us whistle
Cos she thought whistling would attract spells of evil
And when we had itchy hands Mummy was ever gleeful
How ate in the dark happily searching where the meat was
Till Mum noticed and scolded cos ghosts could meet us
And do us some harm- aint it funny how time flies away?
Lord! Be my guide, I'm talking to the dead again... |
Celebrities › Re: The Car Reekado Banks Won At Headies2015 (Photo) by Qaisar1: 9:10am On Jan 02, 2016 |
The Car meant nothing... It was all about the Award. |
TV/Movies › Re: The Red Carpet Is Set For The Headies 2015 #theheadies2015 (live Updates) by Qaisar1: 11:07pm On Jan 01, 2016 |
SlyCharlie: Meanwhile davido rocking sound city Bros, my SoundCity is showing highlights from December's Urban Blast |
TV/Movies › Re: The Red Carpet Is Set For The Headies 2015 #theheadies2015 (live Updates) by Qaisar1: 10:45pm On Jan 01, 2016 |
OK.. I'm in. |