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Pastor Olu T: sincerely, i'm begining 2 think naija can win dis tournament, all d team is a joke, no oustanding tean!

LOL...

OmoEziokwu: This definitely is a more entertaining game than the Ghana-Mali match.

Must Ghana be in every conversation you have in this tourney?

PetroDolla: Amen again and again. being Ghanaian is an honour.

It is...You are spared heart attacks (No particular reference to anyone oo)

otumfour: ! Ghana is truly great! See hate.......

And even from the S.A girl?

God Bless Ghana!

Amen! anyday

solomon111: Now this is a joke.
Though,we have been poor,but anyday we can't beat bafana bafana,then its the end of the world.

I don't know why but SA always crumble at the mention of Nigeria in any tournament. It was really interesting watching the whole of SA shouting with joy when they avoided Nigeria in the draw

Just believe in your team and Nigeria will just be an ordinary team for you guys anyday

EdesonNews: There is nothing wrong being atheist. it's a choice. There are atheist who behaves more morally than Christians. Atheism is not a crime

That is big [size=30pt]WRONG[/size]

[quote author=inspiredbyGOD:.]Imagine I didn't believe in the existence of God, life would be so worthless to me and it would be of no value. I would wake up everyday wondering and trying to figure out the reason for my existence.

I would just be a product of probability, a random occurence, a by-product of s.ex from two hor.ny adults. Finally, I would get tired of life for it has no purpose, no reason for us to exist. I would have to go out with a b.ang, i would have to become very famous (actually infamous would be the case).

Since I have just one life to live, I have to be remembered for something right? I would create my own terrorist group (of course with affiliations to al-quaeda and other major terrorist groups). Together, we would cause havoc to the world; carefully, we would eliminate all major world leaders (of course, I would upload a video to youtube with my face clearly showing claiming responsibility for their deaths).

Also, I would incite a nuclear war that would be so catastrophic, the population of the whole world would dwindle into non-existence. The survivors would remember my name for ages to come, my name would be used to strike terror into the hearts of little children and adults alike.

Finally, I would become so famous, people for ages to come would remember me as the god of war (the man who changed the whole world by eliminating almost all population of the world).
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Pheeew, thanks be to God that I am not an atheist.[/quote]Thank you very much. You just drew a scary picture for me

The Ghanaians were indeed professional with their performance today

[quote author=Red-Light]see them celebrating like they won the tournament [/quote]Don't forget they won a make-or-break match. Let them be...

[quote author=Red-Light]mali deserve a point in this game[/quote]I agree with you but they seem to lack the confidence to go at the Black Stars.

This is too funny...look at the Malian keeper and Keita wan kill someone

Any team that has played like Ghana are doing in this tournament has conceded a goal. Ghana may lose their lead

see another penalty...

Freiburger: Match is still very far from over

It is...anyone can win this

HumbledbYGrace: I can't watch pls tell me wen Mali scores

awwwwwwwwwwww....

But please don't give ur heart to these things. You are suppose to enjoy the game...if Mali scores enjoy it, if not just see it as a game...nothing more. Such kind of passion should only be given to GOD

Kslib: WTF!!!! Please go re-watch our match and compare it with yours and tell me waht you think.. Our first game was far better,i mean better than ghana's but we complained,cos we know that the super eagles can do better than that.. If SE had performed the way ghana have done so far in this match,walahi we will travel to south africa,deal with them,and tell them what it means to wear the famous GREEN WHITE GREEN... For ur mind na football ghana dey play and to even imagine that under-average asamoah gyan is you guy's hope then i have no ther option than to weep for the invincible-black stars of ghana....

OK I hear...now lets enjoy the remainder of the game

On the side note...

What will happen when all these passion that we throw to football and our teams are directed to the work of GOD? Don't lose your focus in this world oooo

[quote author=Red-Light]first i didnt curse anybody for not wasting time ... and second, wasting time is not our game ... Super eagles dont cheat ... we play good soccer ... now scram [/quote] no bad feelings here. It is just a game enjoy it. No stress my bro...

Wow! That explains why my wife always tell my children 'wait till your daddy come home.'

She wants to take my title with a knock-out punch when things get nasty

otumfour: Boko haramic animal running na'ked wit his sloppy dickle
Oya! Go buy fuel for ur gen-set before the match starts......gen-fumes inhaling boko piglet

Ote kokooso nana, aden na wodidi nkorofo yi atem saa?

Question for all my Nigerian friends here... Do you honestly think that your current Super Eagles could have matched the pace and skill of that match between Ghana and Congo?

I will be extremely shocked if Nigeria go beyond the round of 16 with the current play that they show. They are always welcomed to prove me wrong though!

Dramatic!

The French coach Le Roy quit the national DR Congo team on Thursday night, after a financial dispute over player bonuses resulted in low morale. The players are reportedly backing the coaches decision, according to Nyota TV.

Le Roy is a highly successful coach in Africa having lifted the Afcon with Cameroon in 1988 and finished third with Ghana in 2008. His assistant Sebastian Migne also resigned. The state of the DR Congo camp is in chaos just two days before their 2013 Afcon opener against Ghana in Port Elizabeth.

Organization of team affairs off the pitch has been poor as the coach also had to chase around for player visas himself. Congo won the Africa Cup of Nations in 1968 and 1974, and for 2013 are in Group B with Ghana, Mali and Niger.

http://www.goal.com/en-gh/news/4685/2013-africa-cup-of-nations/2013/01/18/3681377/dr-congo-coach-claude-le-roy-dramatically-quits

The Cape Verdeans are really good. Ghana really struggled before humbling them 1-0. Nigeria should not underestimate them

Continue to trust the LORD...

Come to think of it...if people really know that all their actions are recorded in Heaven, I think there will be less evil. Just look at the advent of CCTV and rate of bank robberies

Stritklymi: Good evening sir's/ma's
Many of you who know me very well in the religious section may be shocked reading this, its just that i cant take it anymore, am tired of hiding my feelings i have lost so many good guys that way
what sickens me the most is how long i prayed to God to change me but the feelings wont go away, i have braced up and have decided to let the world know who i am
i want to apologize to those whom i insulted in this section please forgive my homophobic old self
Thank you

Just read this thread https://www.nairaland.com/1151590/change-life-know-fact and give another thought to your life!

Just plead the BLOOD of the LAMB and all your cards will be wiped clean

Amazing!

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with small index-card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I Have Liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.

And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match.

A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I Have Betrayed."

The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I Have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed At." Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've Yelled at My Brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger," "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped.

I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 20 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked "Songs I Have Listened To," I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.

An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: "No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key.

But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus.

I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one?

Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card.

"No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood.

He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished."

I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

http://www.2jesus.org/inspstories/room2.html

ALMIGHTY FATHER, thank YOU for my life and that of my family!