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Wetindeysup:
I totally believe the bolded that much is obvious. Doesn't take anything away from the awesomeness of the track, though.

I know you're not making the proper Igbo thingy up. Lots of people out here say it and it's not funny. I'm from Port Harcourt - my hometown is separated from Abia by a river, and I live in Port Harcourt as well.

The Wiley and Skepta track is dope. I think you just birthed a grime fan Perhaps one of the few in Naija lol. The only Skepta song folks know here is "All over the house" because of the video, and when you mention
Skepta that's all they know.
I'm checking him out right now.

Wetindeysup:
That track is . Damn, I just had to download it. Will check out his other stuff when I have the time.

So the "what you mean, what you mean" is what he meant when he said "sitting here thinking how this whole thing started from what you mean what you mean" in 'Big'. Always wondered.

As for Tinie,his last name is Okogwu. Anyway, I just hate the whole "Proper Igbo" talk, since it would mean I'm not proper Igbo lol.

Wetindeysup:
Which one be proper Igbo again? Does it get more proper than Chukwuemeka?

Anyway, I don't know much about grime nor am I particularly interested, and I don't care if Tinie is the King or scum of grime. His skin has to be the crown of God's creation and I just love guys with that shade of black .

I have just one Skepta song on my list and it sounds like normal rap to me. D'you mind posting a nice grime song?

months:
Who tops the chart more than Tinie Tempah? Who makes more money than Tinie Tempah? Who sells out concert more than Tinie Tempah?

Who gets more booking more than Tinie Tempah? In UK, the goverenment dont start any show without Tinie Tempah, that guy is loaded.

Here, he is opening the Olympics(London 2012)

months:
Wat dis Igbo guy dat has turn the godfather of UK Grimme?

months:
Baby we gat it all, u can have wateva u like...

Wetindeysup:
Closest I've come to Yoruba is Itsekiri. Never kicked it with a South-West nigga.

I've only dated Urhobo-Itsekiri and Edo, and Rivers guys, but never Yoruba lol. You guys are cool,though. Manly enough with the kind of chocolate skin I love. Not light-skinned like most of my Igbo brothers

months:
SHYMM3XX is dat u? GUY go find work. U never sleep since yesterday, wettin happen?

Wetindeysup:
Flavour, gay?? . Lol. This guy came to a wedding I attended and took two chics home. And doesn't he have two baby mamas? He's just your regular Nigerian man-ho and I've met chics who like that dance he does because it's reminiscent of ermm

Wetindeysup:
Igbo guys are fine, no doubt, but they're too damn pretty. Pretty boys aren't really my thing and I've never dated an Igbo guy, despite being Igbo myself .
Closest I've come to Igbo is a half-Ikwerre guy lol.

They're cool,though.

The way in which Black women’s bodies are treated should disgust people way more than it does. The way in which Black women’s lives are marginalized should anger people way more than it does. The hypersexualization of Black women’s bodies should terrify people way more than it does. But it doesn’t. I never fully understood why no one has responded to the cries of Black women until this year.

The experiences of Black women do not concern and draw a reaction from others in the same way experiences of other disenfranchised peoples do because of the standard Black women are held to. Black women are not allowed to be depressed, to have anxiety, to be afraid, to make noise, or to fight for herself.

But again, Black women aren’t allowed to hurt. This is engrained so deeply into our society that this girl forgets that people do want to hear her. She has spent years being told she does not matter and shown that her body is an object for sexual attraction and not respect.

Black women have birthed revolutions, broken barriers, and fought for our people. Our people need to fight for us. This girl and every other Black woman are told that we are not allowed to raise our voice. Once we do, we’re angry and we’re bitchy. Well, in my opinion that girl has every right to be angry. Black women have every right to be angry. We have centuries of reasons to be angry.

http://myblackmatters.com/why-are-black-women-so-damn-angry/

Why am I angry? Lots of reasons. The aforementioned racism and sexism. The way that our culture perpetuates racism and sexism then lies about what it’s doing. The fact that minorities, poor people, immigrants (both illegal and legal), and other marginalized parties are still treated like the gum on the shoe of the white, male power structure in this country and yet we’re all told that things are getting better. Things are not getting better.

It’s true that the Angry Black Woman is a negative stereotype. Black men don’t like us, white people fear us, and non-angry black women wish we would stop being so loud. Anger isn’t going to solve all of the world’s problems, true. Anger is sometimes an unhealthy emotion. Sometimes it’s not. We sometimes need to get angry to propel us toward positive change or to stop injustice and oppression. We can’t stop being angry until the fight is over. And the fight is far from over, kids.

https://theangryblackwoman./about/

You see, black women are angry because a good amount have been given the shorter end of the stick in life. Either they aren't listened to by men of a larger social stature, they aren't listened to by their own men, they have to face the same sexual obligations they did back in their slave days...(For example, wherever there was a black woman getting made fun of for having a fat ass, now there are ones getting made fun of because they don't have it. Also, their pussy is seen in the same light as a black man's penis. That forbidden fruit that people want a big bite of before putting it down and giving another man a bite.)

They are angry because they grew up thinking that it is a curse to be themselves. Every magazine tells them they are ugly or that their fashion sense is bleeped. Every TV show reminds them that they will never have the apartment that people in FRIENDS have. Every article in the newspaper doesn't cover their death. If it does, it's in the hands of white people who try to cover up such a death.

They are angry because society tells them their lips are only good for sucking off their oppressors, their walk is that of a succubus, and that their life, in the hierarchy of things, means as much as a black man's: less than everyone else's. You'd be angry, too, if you were reminded roundabout of your worthlessness as a person, be it openly or in a subliminal manner, no matter how hard you try and play the game right. Not only that, but that everything you do is much more attractive on another person (which is why people are angry at Kylie Jenner right now).
Those that aren't angry are ones who learned to play the hand that they're dealt at the right time. Not all black women are angry. Some are trying to make the best of their lives, which is all we can do, but it's important to remind yourself that constantly angry people are that way because it's the norm for some. Anything less would have felt like a parallel universe. After all, you get what you put in, and that is true whether you are an adult or a little baby. If you put nothing but negativity and stupidity in someone's mind, that's what they'll be accustomed to, and positivity will be like an alien concept or like winning the lottery.

http://www.afropunk.com/profiles/blogs/why-are-black-women-angry?xg_source=activity

Why I’m Absolutely an Angry Black Woman

by Dominique Matti

Because when I was five, my kindergarten classmate told me I couldn’t be the princess in the game we were playing because black girls couldn’t be princesses. Because I was in third grade the first time a teacher seemed shocked at how “well-spoken” I was. Because in fourth grade I was told my crush didn’t like black girls.

Because in sixth grade a different crush told me I was pretty  —  for a black girl. Because in 7th grade my predominantly black suburban neighborhood was nicknamed “Spring Ghettos” instead of calling it its name (Spring Meadows). Because I was in 8th grade the first time I was called an Oreo and told that I “wasn’t really black” like it was a compliment.

Because in 9th grade when I switched schools a boy told me he knew I had to be mixed with something to be so pretty. Because in 10th grade my group of friends and I were called into an office and asked if we were a gang, or if we had father figures. Because in 11th grade my AP English teacher told me that I didn’t write like a college-bound student (though I later scored perfectly on the exam).

Because when I volunteered in Costa Rica that summer, I was whistled at and called Negrita. Because when I asked my host father if that was like being called nigger, he said, no, it was a compliment because black women are perceived to be very good in bed. Because I was a kid.

Because I watched from the bleachers while the school resource officer didn’t let my brother into a football game after mistaking him for another black boy who was banned. Because the school resource officer maced him for insisting he was wrong. Because I was suspended for telling the school resource officer he didn’t deserve respect. Because my senior year boyfriend said nigger.

Because I was one of two black girls in the freshman class at my college. Because at meetings to talk about how to attract more black students, someone suggested that the school attracted a certain demographic (sustainable living, farming, general hippiness) and that maybe black people “just weren’t interested in things like that.” Because my college boyfriend called me a “fiery negress” as a joke when he ordered for me at a restaurant. Because the boyfriend after that cut me off for saying he was privileged. Because I can’t return to my hometown without getting pulled over.

Because when I got married people assumed I was pregnant. Because people who know I’m married call my husband my “baby daddy.” Because my pregnancy with my son was plagued with videos of black lives being taken in cold blood. Because their murderers still walk the streets.

Because the nation sent me a message that my son’s life didn’t matter. Because when Tamir Rice was murdered I curled up on the bed and sobbed, cupping my belly. Because my son heard me sobbing from the inside. Because they don’t care about us. Because when I was 7 months pregnant my neighbor asked me to help him move a dresser up a flight of stairs.

Because I am not seen as a woman. Because I am not allowed to be fragile. Because the nurse that checked me in at the hospital to deliver wouldn’t look my husband in the eye. Because the vast majority of people won’t look my husband in the eye. Because when the doctors put my son in my arms and I saw that he was as dark as his father, I knew life would be even harder for him.

Because he will be regarded the same way I was. Because he will be forced to grow up before he is grown. Because strangers at the store think it’s okay to reach into my son’s stroller and touch him without a word to me. Because we aren’t entitled to boundaries. Because they think we are here for their enjoyment. Because people don’t think we are people.

Because my nephew told me he couldn’t be Spider Man like he wants to because Spider Man is white. Because when he was four he said that he wants to be white so that he can go on a boat like the people on TV. Because I couldn’t save him from that. Because I can’t protect my son. Because I can’t protect myself.

Because my stomach sinks whenever I see a police car. Because when my husband leaves the house at night I am afraid he’ll be killed for looking like somebody. Because I worry that if I went missing like the 64,000 other black women in this nation, the authorities wouldn’t try hard to find me. Because I am disposable. Because I am hated. Because we keep dying. Because they justify our deaths. Because no one is held accountable. Because I am gas lighted.

Because I have been told that by speaking about being oppressed I am victimizing myself. Because our murders are filmed and still pardoned. Because I don’t know what it means to let loose. Because doing the things that my white peers do with ease could cost me my life  — trespassing in abandoned buildings, smoking joints, wearing a hoodie, looking an officer in the eye, playing music loudly, existing. Because I am afraid to relax. Because I am traumatized.

Because there isn’t a place in the world white supremacy hasn’t touched.

Because I am trapped here. Because the playing field isn’t leveled. Because I love my skin. Because I love being a woman. Because not hating myself is considered radical. Because I’ve been called racist for defending myself. Because all the major protests are for cis black men. Because I’ve been told that talking about the women who’ve died is taking away from the real issue.

Because I get no break from fighting. Because everything is a struggle. Because my anger isn’t validated. Because they don’t care about my pain. Because they don’t believe in my pain. Because they forgive themselves without atoning. Because I’m not free. Because the awareness of it permeates everything. Because it’s not ending. Because they teach the children that it’s already ended. Because someone will assert their supremacy over me today. Because they’ll do it tomorrow.

Because I want more. Because I deserve better.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/dominique-matti/why-im-absolutely-an-angry-black-woman_b_8398228.html

Zoharariel:
Nagode Shymmex! And some numbskulls are saying we don't need to arm-up unless we face a threat.

freecocoa:
Lol.

Not gonna happen papi, that ship done sailed.

freecocoa:
Lol, talk is cheap eh.

cstr14:
It is in your head bro.
Given the way you guys kiss and tell and exaggerate things.
Igbo men are spread all over Nigeria. They are enjoying a diversified meal of pussy from every nook and cranny of Nigeria, unavailable to most Nigerian tribes who are stuck in their enclaves.
But unlike you, we don't yap about it.

freecocoa:
Nothing to be ready for jor.

cstr14:
Fugly and Igbo does not go together. Alright since diaspora is the only way you can compete, then no problem. Most of my pictures are igbos in Nigeria.

cstr14:
And here comes another

freecocoa:
Hahaha.

You crazy.

EpicMaurice:
you keep posting the pics of the yoruba guys here cos they are not enough to make up a thread

cstr14:
If you believe this mixed mofo is as fine as bryan, then you are high.
Besides, it is funny you had to go all the way to diaspora and a mixed nigga to get fine Yoruba men. when I am still giving you native Igbo men.
Don't worry. By the time I enter diaspora, you would start crying.

cstr14:
This is what handsome means. There is no Yoruba man alive that is as fine.
It is genetically impossible.

freecocoa:

I can't lie about such man.

They just never brought all it takes to the table, best believe it.

cstr14:
lol.
All our ladies are great. There is no best. We have a constant supply of successful ladies.
But There are very few yoruba ladies in lola okoye's class though and she is hooked to an Igbo man, sorry.

cstr14:
http://pulse.ng/celebrities/dj-cuppy-dj-in-rumoured-relationship-with-footballer-victor-anichebe-id5144305.html