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antiFapping:Personal experience That period you said you should check if you can stand without fapping. If you had a video like I said .You wouldn't have fallen. |
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Here's my own solution to this problem. You have an addiction. U download a porn video,self-service off to it. And delete it because of the guilt that follows after wards. A few days later,you have the urge to do it and once again. You download a new one and self-service again. Here's what I suggest. Have a porn video on yourphone,one of maybe 5-7 minutes. Now the first time you would be tempted to self-service. Try to hold your resolve. You woukd definately not last. And would self-service off to this. Now after youve done that and were not successful,dont delete this video. Keep it. Now anytime you get the urge. Check the video. Even when you dont have the urge,check the video. After sometime you would see that the video holds no interest to you. You woukdnt even get erect. . Keep doing this till like 2 weeks and youll notice the urge isnt there no more. After like a month delete the video. The key is not to download videos. And how do you not download videos is by having a steady video . This i feel is the best solution. |
bbbabes:Do you take pictures or is your phone's camera bad?. Wondering how you noticed. |
Realchick:First off,thank you for commenting. I could have replied earlier but Apart from the grammatical error part. I feel what you wrote didn't make much sense. It's flash fiction,its different from a novel or whatnot .There are different styles and There is NO one definite style.. If i had tried an "aftermath" "Flashback". The suspense I was aiming for would have been left out. To the part about the shift in narrative being confusing,I left huge spaces to communicate the fact that scenes/people were changing. |
MrWhaley: Chairman Oga boss Baba nla of life That UNIBEN student who never gives up on me.[]
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NevetsIbot: Eniqurl: cyber5:Thank You ![]() |
[/b]ToFumi[b] The walls were damp and covered with algae, she had been trapped here for three days now,covered in darkness apart from the occassional light which came when the door was opened when he wanted to bring food or talk to her. He was not rough or harsh, he talked in a tender loving voice and always referred to her as "Tofumi". "Tofumi,you didn't eat your food,are you sick my daughter?" He asked on one occasion "I'm not Tofumi" she said admist sobs "please,let me go" "You are my daughter,you just don't remember, I can't be wrong about you this time" Then he pointed to a dead body that had been laying there since the 3 days she had been here "That was a wrong Tofumi, you don't want to be the wrong one now,do you?" She couldn't reply,she kept on sobbing as her mind wandered to the incident that brought her here. She was coming back from school when an old man had asked her for directions, upon explaining the route to him,he told her he would understand better if she took him there and with the innocence of the 10year old girl she was, she led him,passing through the bush path, and that was all she remembered,until she found herself here,Having to pretend to be the deceased daughter of a mad man. These days he had become strange to her;He would come at odd hours and stare for several hours studying her,looking occassionaly at a picture and back to her convincing himself that she was his "daughter", Now he fed her less and less,and he no longer called her "My daughter" that was when she knew she had to do something fast,she started pretending to be Tofumi calling him "Dad" and asking him questions,but he kept ignoring her.He knew she was not Tofumi,He knew she was not his daughter.He knew he had picked a wrong one...again She was sleeping when suddenly the door burst open,and there stood the man. His face was contorted by hatred,in each arm was a knife and it was clear what he wanted to do. "You decieved me,You are not my daughter" |
lanicky(f), KingRex1, naijaboiy, HateU2(m), frozenfirenaija(f), NevetsIbot(m), Eniqurl(f), SmartestPopQUEEN(f), cyber5(m), mhiz(f), johnwizey, safarigirl(f), fiyah(f), skarlett(f), bibijay123(f), onihaxy, Angelsss(f), davidflo(m), kingphilip(m), Flakkydagirl, D9ty7(m), TiffanyJ(f), Pidggin(f), repogirl(f), Oyinprince(m), boomssey(f), nifemi05(m), Fehmy25s(m), KingzPen(m), LarrySun(m), AudreyTimms(f) No vex o. I'll like it if you follow and read my works,comment and tell me what mistakes and corrections to take. |
The rubble. October 1st 5:00pm. They said it was due to substandard building materials, they pointed fingers at each other,from the owner of the building and the occupants who had ignored the signs of a collapse to the government official who had inspected the building and approved it for habitation. Outside the rubble which was three stories high some 30 minutes ago, people gather, some to watch and curse the government,and most with “ehh yars” and “pele” and none proffering solutions. A little boy lays underneath 5ft of rubble, he could not be more than 6 years old, his hand holding his batman figurine, his eyes blinded by darkness, unable to move or feel anything below his waist, including the blocks of cement and iron rods which has crushed through his legs and bone making him crippled for life…if he managed to survive this ordeal that is. His mother a trader at ikotun market wouldn’t come home until 7. "Hello, can anybody hear me” he shouts. But no one does, he is all alone, alone and forgotten. 5 hours and some minutes later,the boy is asleep, his body slowly draining of blood .his parents are outside digging through the rubble, their fingers blistered and bruised. By now the passersbys have all gone, only remaining some occupants of the building who join in the search for him, flinging stones and dirt alike, calling out the name of their little boy. “ I’ve found him” a neighbor shouts making the parents and occupants rush to his side, digging up stones and rubbles and flinging them. It is a false alarm, the body a full grown man,unknown to the residents of the building, his pockets filled with cash and tucked just below his belt… A gun . it seems he had robbed one of the apartments just before the crash. The search party goes on throughout the night, bodies after bodies recovered , all of them dead and none of them a little boy holding a batman figurine. By morning, they decide to call off the search. If the little boy was still trapped, by now he would have been dead. The little boy’s father wore a resigned look,his face 10 years older,his mother refuses to go, saying she knew her little baby was alive until she was drugged, dragged away and bundled into a car. Outside,still buried deep in the rubble,the little boy wakes up. “ Hello,can anyone hear me?” But no one does, he is all alone, alone and forgotten.. |
Musings Of A Xerophyte. I sat in front of Mama's stall,hurling curses after curses at my brother who had Tricked me ɨռto spending the holiday with Grandma in Kaduna. "It'll be fun,you'll get the chance to explore a new culture and meet new friends.. Especially the pretty Hausa chicks,plus u know grandma is rich,you'll probably get enough money to buy that new phone" He had said. Knowing my love for adventure and money ,i couldn't decline and i decided to go. At least to enjoy the North..Little did i know that such decision would change my life forever. Now here i stand in this heat, swatting at flies and other insects as they hover round my fresh yellow skin. I turn to look at the passersby,watching them stop and haggle for things while Imagining the lives they lead, for instance the pregnant lady with the big bag was the wife of an alhaji,the 5th one judging from her age and the way she rubbed her tummy frequently, i assumed she had been trying to conceive for a long time,and this was her first. I could imagine the dayande would.if it was a boy,how cows would be slaughtered to celebrate the occasion, how her husband's loving eyes would revert to her while she gets the envy of her fellow wives. i could spot pickpockets,their eyes scanning the crowd as they select their victims,my eyes trailing their movement watching as their prey are discharged of valuables... The Fulani Girl stood Dazed,she couldn't remember what happened or why she was here,she couldn't remember anything, her brain was a blank field, her only raging thought was the command the Scary man with Beards had issued. "Get to the market, press the button and then you'll get the chance to see your family again" "The button" referred to was a device that had been strapped to her chest with a blinking light and a red button. Of course it was covered with layers of clothing,topped with the hijab she was given,yet she felt the weight pressing down on her ...but that didnt concern her a bit,she was eager to see her family,eager to do the bearded man's bidding, eager to please. " when should i press the button" she had asked. "You'll know the right time,go to the center of the market,the stall selling shoes,the one with the fair boy,and press it just as u get there" "Remember, you're doing it for your family,he had concluded.. As each step takes her closer to the market,her head scans the crowd for a shop selling shoes with a fair boy in front. This proves tasking,the market is crowded,With lots of people milling about. As she stops to look,she gets bumped by someone in the crowd. She falls,her knees scrapping the ground. She gets back up and just in front of her,about 20 feet away was the shop,and true to his word,the fair boy was there...she began to walk towards him,her walk slowly increasing to a jog,her jog run... Her arms close to her chest ready at any moment to press the button. I notice the girl straight away as she fell to the ground, she looked particularly young and well dressed to be in a market,her clothes were thick and not suitable for the climate. Nothing strikes me as weird until she starts running, i was still curious wondering why she was running... Running right to me and then just as her clothes fall off,i see it, the bomb strapped to her chest. My eyes and her eyes connect, and just then i know she was going to do it. I try to run,but i can't, my legs firmly rooted in the ground. And just before she presses the button, i hear her scream "Allahu akbar".. |
Good evening y'all, I'm a writer and specialize in flash fiction. I don't really specialize in it. Just that I enjoy it more. Well, to the point. This page is a collection of the things I have written and will probably write. Right now I'm going through that writers block phase and so I decided to post here,maybe when i see people viewing your criticisms and whatnot,I'll bounce back. Enjoy!! P.s I support sharing and copying the stories,but please,notify me first. Thanks. |
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They're not pretty.. Looks scattered. ![]() |
My reliable and humble friend death would not separate us. She calls death her friend and says even he would not them. Instead of. My reliable and humble friend,death would not seperate us. Even though.. She still passes her point; Death can't separate them. So i don't really call it an error. Who knows maybe thats what she meant sef? |
pweetyz:Patricia how far na.. Na one of your course mates,so u dey dis site ![]() |
JoBrav:Forgot bout dre bah? |
All these secondary school defination sef ![]() |
queenfav:Yello, from ur post i see you've finally gotten a Job at a law firm. How is the experience like? |
mhisbliss:Lmao, you even created a thresd on this. Shouulda just referred him to it |
cozy7:How much do they sell shawarma in ur area |
So because babe text you na, Boys no go hear word? Just dey vex person ![]() |
Iamkingzlee Cc; NlJega |
Iamkingzlee Cc. NLjega |
jdfrankimagery:I adder you on bbm cuz i have some.professional questions to ask you.hipe its fineby you. |
jdfrankimagery:What camera do u use |
I vote Lanicky. Cc NLJEGA |
afrokid:how much did u get your D1300 |
SmooshCHN:Around 40-50k. |
xzibukz:e Good morning, I'm an interested mobile photographer,though my phone isn't encouraging much. I'll like to save to get an average Digital camera to start with an d then possibly upgrade as it skill continues How much do u think it woukd cost and can u recommend a few? |
, this won't work for us(based on experience),


