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Hannibal:He wasn't getting off, it was about power. Submissive? I'm sorry I know not of this thing which you speak. Is it a shoe brand? ![]() |
sistawoman: ![]() [quote author=j-girl link=topic=169392.msg2777807#msg2777807 date=1220993430]The guy is a big idiot. How can my husband/boyfriend watch another man touch me in such a provocative way? However, he is not a wuss for complying to authorities. [b]Guys have to prove themselves sometimes [/b]and they also need to be able to protect their women but they do not have to act all tough in front of women who love them. They should know when to react and how to react.[/quote]Prove themselves by getting killed? ![]() |
Hannibal:LMOA! I trust you now, you will always find a way to relate it to somesthing else. You know this whole thing can be avoided if guys embrace Bromance? Hear me out, a man who is bromantic relationship won't feel the need to show off his power (you know all that rubbish the cop was doing wasn't for sexual pleasure, he was doing it to show the man that he can). . . which means all this crapola won't be an issue. Do you see? Do you? Do You? You guys just don't understand how effective Bromance can be. It's sad. ![]() |
notica:When it comes to life and death, the right decsion is always LIFE. Lose his life because one woman can't keep quiet? Puh-Lease! |
Gamine:Everyonemis saying he should have done something. . . what exactly does this something constitute? She knew they were in a very precarious situation, all she had to do shut it but noooo, she had to prove. |
Some people are assuming get locked up is the most that can happen. The cop knows what he is doing is wrong, do you think he is going to allow them to talk? The cop has a gun while the husband has nothing. . . but he should rush the cop, no? Why is with this idea that people have to lose their lives to prove love? If the wife can't understand that, she pack her bags and leave then. Pray her second husband will Mike Tyson, Might Igor and Yokozuna all wrapped in one. |
tope2000:Exactly, some women just like putting their men in unnecessary wahala. Just shut up and take it like a woman! Now I'm gonna get killed ![]() |
sistawoman:Finally!!! A woman who gets it. I'm emailing this link to my friends. Thank you, Sisterwoman!!! |
[quote author=Brash! link=topic=169392.msg2775957#msg2775957 date=1220973278]u don't know Brash ooo! i kill anytin to protect mine and my territory! [/quote]LMOA! Yeah okay oh. . . I believe you. ![]() Now back to reality, what will you really do? |
tope2000:Brockback vs Crash(Hmmm, sounds like a good topic. Maybe we will discuss that on the Movie section). Most of my friends had the same reaction but let's be realistic here, of what use is love if he is dead? |
Uche2nna:EXACTLY!!!!! Another thing and I'm gonna get bashed for this coz I was last night. . . How many times did the husband warn her to keep quiet? Did she listen? NOPE. She made an already bad situation worse by mouthing off. |
[quote author=Brash! link=topic=169392.msg2775886#msg2775886 date=1220972783]i got that DVD at home that shit crept me the first time i saw it at the cinema but if i was that dude, i would fucking batter that cop from behind mash him up proper North london style!! [/quote]Rotlmao! It is sweet to talk now until the moment comes. ![]() Even though he came off like a coward, I think that's the best he could have done. |
k1banty:Rotflmao! So you too you don't believe what you typed, right? ![]() Arrest and Assualt is not the only option, the cop can shoot and say he thought you were armed. No be today they start. . . "His phone looked like a gun" story. |
tope2000:Let me not lie, I thought the movie was kinda contrived and it only won oscar because they didn't want to give Brokeback Mountain the award. Seriously though what do you expect the husband to say? This is a cop oh. . . they can do and undo. |
[quote author=Brash! link=topic=169392.msg2775829#msg2775829 date=1220972197]nothing wey your eyes no dey see! ![]() one day them go be like this- So what will you do now? Will you stand there like a gentleman or will you go gangster on the cop? |
Why isn't the video working? ![]() tope2000:Lol, I know! Personally, I think it's a good thing he didn't say anything. Of course, I am not talking from the victim's point of view |
Normal Reaction or Wuss? A husband and wife are driving home after a night out of town. They got stopped by the cops, who without telling them what their offense is, asks the husband to come out of the car. The husband complies and in a calm way, asks what they did wrong, the police does not answer. This makes the wife angry and she starts mouthing off. The cop orders her out of the car and as soon as he sees how young and pretty she is, he abandons the husband and decides the wife needs a “pat down” but what he does is not a pat down…a rubdown, a feel up, a fingering but not a pat down. All of this in front of the husband while the wife looks to her husband, crying and asking him to do something. When the cop is done, he lets them go and the wife yells at her husband for not saving her. Guys what would you have done? Girl what do you expect your guy to do? And yes, this is from the Movie Crash. . . Saw it again last night and got into an argument with some friends. For those who haven't seen the movie, this is a youtube video for the scene [flash=425,344] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iVab0nHagUQ&hl=en&fs=1[/flash] |
krisbobo:How do we know what a bad movie is without watching it? Synopsis they don't have and if we go by the previews, I doubt anyone will watch naija Movies. TYPICAL NAIJA PREVIEW We dooooooooooooooooon come aaaaaaaagain ooooooh. From the producer wey bring una Love is fire, love is Ino, Ino is fire and fire is Ino comes a brand new movie fire ina is love ife! Make una come see as Ramsey Noauh turn him back for him papa marry village girl Ramsey (face all squished up, eyes about to disappear in his socket) - Father I am turning my back on you and marrying this village girl We know say na the same storyline as Love is fire, Love is Ino, Ino is fire, fire is ino but this one get another level oh. Instead of 3 cars, Ramsey drive only 2 motor for the movie. Make Una come see how e cope. Ramsey (face all squished up, eyes about to disappear in his socket) - I can't believe this! Just (pause) two (pause) cars??!! I demand an explanantion!! Wetin go happen now? Make una see fire ina is love ife. Ramsey in his best role ever! See the action scene as Ramsey Jumps over ten fences to save his true love and pronounce his love for his village girl at the same time. Cartoon Ramsey Jumping over fence - Oh baby, village girl my love belongs to no one but you. The best most stupendous movie ever made. Pick up your copy today!! How are we supposed to know? ![]() Please not make this a TRIBAL thing. IT IS NOT! In my Opinion, Amaka Igwe is one of the few excellent producer and directors we have and like TK, her name should be mentioned in the same sentence as the rest of jagbajantiswood. |
Oooh, things are getting mighty interesting. Our very own KM has thrown down the gauntlet. Any sensible man will see this and take to his heels, yet Ex stays. Don't know what to make of that. . . Is he sure that sure of himself or is he just. . . @ Ex Did you just call me. . . [I]*Gulp*[/I] old? How so uncool! My parents, were the pioneers, thank you very much. I was born there. . . Long, long, long, way very long after it had been pioneered. Not so old now, you see. ![]() |
Boys! Boys! Boys! I am shocked and appaulled! Carryover joke from the Nigerian spelling thread I can't not believe what I am seeing here. . . exchanging verbal barbs? Goodness! What happened to friendship? What happened to kinsmanship and most importantly, what happened to waiting for me to get the best seat in the house, with my popcorn and drink in hand to enjoy this verbal duel between pseudo intellects? *Grabs soft comfy sofa, large buttered popcorn and huge fountain drinks. . . takes a sip* Ahhh! Refreshing! Now carry. . . errr. . . wait. . . *Adjust butt pillow* Hmmm! Yes, yes. . . do carry on. ![]() @ Vesc Don't freak me out here. . . I beg you! So tell me the Yoruba road (street) you mentioned is NOT the one in Kawo. Please, please, please tell me coz I'm about to lose my mind! I grew up on Yoruba Street!!! As a matter of fact, before Yoruba Street was Yoruba street, there were only two houses there, ours and the "Alahajas" (if we are talking about the same Yoruba street, then you will know who I am talking about) and that's why they called it Yoruba Street! |
abeg I don dey vex before I spoil my keyboard because of all this people.Rotflmao!!! Take it easy Chris, don't let them get you that way. Don't you understand? They use anger to get rid of their critics, they are sly like that. 1 Love: Why love, sweet love, painful love, love and betrayal, rich love, poor love, love will win, loving you, father love, love of a woman, try love, love will kill you, killng for love, love by force, love you till you die, it must be love. love na fire, fire na love ,love love ,love me gentle, love me hard,cash love , money love , dollar love,ego love ,kudi love naira love, muslim love, christain love , cat love, dog love , tortise love, monkey love, gorilla love ,. ROTFLMAO!! You two have totally smashed everything close to sanity I have. I can't stop laughing. . . .Lawd-a-mercy! ![]() |
The one that pains me is RMD with that his well rounded IkebeLmao! It pains me too oh! Honestly you should have seen this man in his CHECKMATE days . . Ay! He was to DIE for and then one day, two years ago I sat down to watch my husband and what do I see? His Ikebe nicely package in Dungarees Jeans shorts with face cap acting like a 17yrs. First I threw up in my mouth, went to my room, tore down all the posters on my walls, blew out the candle lights in the mini-shrine I had and then threw myself out then window. . . unfortunately I had forgotten we lived in a bungalow, so I just got up, took out the VCD and shredded into pieces and that was the end of my love story with Mr. Ikebe Super. @ krisbobo That was a very well thought out analysis of Nollywood and how the movie watching audience should act . . . sadly, it seems we're been told to be enablers. They make crappy movies. . . there are no ifs ands or buts about it and until audiences start speaking up instead of ignoring it or keep saying "they are trying", they will continue to make crappy movies. It's always nice to "meet" people who are into film making, I wish you the very best in your journey. ![]() |
But Sisikill, should people like Kelani be swept under the carpet as wellDoyin you are finding for my trouble oh! ![]() First Porn, now Kelani. . . pardon me, the god of moviemaking, the king of cinematography, the Ruler of directors, the lord of producers. . . . the man of unfathomable brilliance - Mr. Tunde Kelani in the same sentence as crappywood? Ay! I don't know what to say to you. There are levels are there are levels and there are levels and then there is Tunde Kelani level. Yamayamawood is two levels below the last level of the levels before Tunde Kelani's level. If you are confused, don't worry because I am too. . . defining who Tunde Kelani is will do that to ya and that is why he should never be put in the same sentence and thought as nonsensewood! Thank you! |
bluespice:[size=3pt]Bwahahahaha! I can't wait for the tears! The tears of unfathomable sadness. . . so Yummy! [/size] |
bluespice:I know right. . . a praise worthy undertaking, I say. ![]() Thanks. . . still waiting on yours. mactao:LMAO! I hate you!!! You need to get out of my head ASAP!! ![]() Chi-Town |
It's a bit longer. . . sorry. ![]() Dialogues are in italics Dr’s Diary – The Circle of Life (Re) Birth The playground was empty. I walked down the street, taking in the night site, listening to the sound of the living. . . living. 20 mins later, I was back the playground, it was still empty. I headed back to my apartment, as soon as I got in. I heard loud moans, I shrugged my jacket off and headed for the bathroom, he was awake. I asked how he felt. Awful, replied. His mouth had a funny taste and he couldn’t move his limbs. I smiled, put the toilet cover down and sat on it. Tetrodotoxin, I said, it would do that to you. He opened his mouth as if to say something but only saliva came out. I knew what he was going to ask, so I went ahead and told him. How? Your pills. . . for the ulcer, I laced them with Tetrodotxin. His eyes questioned Why? I don’t know really, at first It was about feeling alive but that would have been selfish. . . you know and then you said something, remember that night you walked me home, saw the homeless people and you said they were scum and no one would miss them and I thought. He is right! We should get rid of the utterly useless I got up, opened the cabinet and brought out a shaving stick and shoving powder and turned back to look at him. That was not a nice thing to say but you know what or rather who is funny? You are. See, because of your money and your glitzy apartment and fancy shoes, you don’t really see useless your life is. I mean of what value are you to mankind? Can anyone say their lives have changed because of you? I pressed some shaving cream into my hand and knelt by the tub. I rubbed it on his head and began to shave. He tried to move but he was paralyzed. Oh sure you have a roof over your head and you are not slumming in a park but you and the likes of you are the biggest scum of the earth. The haves who makes life hard for the have-nots. I scoop the cut hair and flushed it down the toilet. Your online clients will get their money back, so no one will come asking any questions. Your golf buddies will get a note telling them you’ve moved. Your condo and the rest. . . well, it is a good thing we named each other next of kin. I sat on my heels, hands on my lap. What am I saying? If you disappeared today, no one will miss you. His chest raised and his eyes widened. That’s your diaphragm collapsing. I wiped his now clean shaven head with a towel and began to UnCloth him. Convulsion is going to start soon and some other messy stuff. I threw his shirt on the bathroom floor and went for the shoes and pants. Soon, he was completely naked. On his eyes moved now. I looked at my watch it was just a almost 12 o’clock, I felt his pulse. . . it was slowing down. I went for my tool box and brought out scalpel. Under normal circumstances, this would hurt but you won't feel a thing. . . I promise I smiled gently and started strategically punching holes on parts of his body to drain him. When it was done, I played around with the thought of going to be bed but I was too wired. I wanted to speed up the process but that would be cheating. So I waited, when he started foaming in the mouth, I waited. When his bowels loosened and he lost its content, I waited. By 4am, he took his last breath and I began the process of cleaning him. I bathed him gently him like one would a baby, went to for the bags of ice I had gotten the day before. It took seven trips to get finally get him iced. I brushed my teeth and went to bed. Saturday – Bought the biggest luggage I could find. The rest of the day passed relatively quickly. Sunday – This was it! The hardest part of it my entire plan. With ABBA playing in the background, I was finally going to practice the skills I had learned in my one month residency of forensic pathology. It wasn’t the best setting but it would have to do. I drove all night to different cities until it was all gone. Monday – Woke up, performed my morning ablutions, had breakfast on the go. . . cereal bar. I walked to the park and he was there. He smiled when he saw me, I smiled back. Instead of a loaf of bread, canned apricots, cookies and milk and freshly squeezed orange juice. . . I handed him a small box. “Everything you need to start a new life” Without waiting for a response, turned and left. Some would call it identity theft, I called it setting things right. I walked into the hospital with the feeling of control over life. . . and death itself. |
chamotex:Reality my dear sir! You've lost the fair maiden's hand You thought her not worthy of a duel. He who loves from the heart will fight with the Body. To the victor goes the spoil And to the not so victorious? Off with his head I say And set it on the gates of Nairaland So all Landers may see and laugh. . . or not ![]() |
LMAO @ God Warrior. I tell ya, you nailed it! ![]() @ Topic I nominate PASTOR AIO. He is calm, collected and very, very level-headed and more importantly, he is does not feel the compulsion to be right everytime, making him the best unbiased candidate. His posts are enlightening and you never get the sense that if you don't agree with him, you will be struck down by Holy Ghost Lightening. There days you come to the religion section and you just want to take to your heels coz it's more like the Den of Insults, at least with Pastor AIO's post you leave with the sense that there are some people who still get IT. This message was not paid for by Pastor AIO ![]() |
This love is like a ferris wheel, carrying us through the different ages. . . from Realism to Romanticism to The Age of Reason to Medievalism and now Utilitarianism, where the best man has won!! Movel Tov! Huzzah! Opa! Bluspice and Agaba123 are now one What so ever Nairaland Lit Section has joined together, Let no man, poet, fiction and non fiction writer put asunder!! ![]() |
Dr’s Dairy – Circle of Life DEATH The phrase “unplanned death” makes no sense. Every death is planned, maybe not by the one who is dying but planned nonetheless. I think instead of unplanned death, it should be called unconsciously planned death. A man who dies in a car accident wasn’t the victim of an unplanned death, from the moment he bought the car. . . his death was planned. It took me three weeks of meticulous planning. Three weeks of watching and waiting. Three weeks and I found him. He was just perfect. The right height, the right weight, the right build. . . just perfect. He had been a little suspicious when I first approached but he quickly dismissed “Just a girl” I could almost hear him say. We talked. . . well I did the talking at first but by our 3rd meeting, he opened up. I brought him canned apricots and a loaf of bread. He eat it all in one sitting and then apologized. He’d not had fresh bread in years, he said. . . I told him I understood. He told me about himself over milk and cookies. . . I baked them and I listened attentively. A veteran he said he was, served his country like a good citizen but lost himself in the process. Over a cup of freshly squeezed orange juice, he asked me why I was doing this. I’m a doctor, I replied matter of factly, it is my job to end suffering and pain. Thank you very much he said, my pleasure I answered. He trusted me. It was time. I chose a weekend. . . I wanted to savor it. Friday - Woke up as usual, went to work, did my rounds, wrote my notes like the good doctor I was. A package came for me, it was the ulcer meds I had ordered 2 days before. I made a phone call, it’s here I told him, come over tonight and get them. I gave the nurses instructions for the patient in bed 8. If her temperature rises above 100, page me. With my purse in hand, I walked out of the hospital. At home, I did my yoga. No sooner had I finished that the bell rang. I opened the door and he walked in, no hi or how was your day, just another tirade about not being careful, opening the door without asking who it was. He could have been anyone he ranted. I wasn’t expecting anyone, I retorted casually, I was expecting him. He scrunched his face up and I laughed and grabbed the pills out of my purse, handed it to him. . . once a day, instructed firmly. Yes mum, he answered, rolling his eyes. He ripped it open and swallowed one. Any big plans for the weekend? He asked. I thought for a sec and replied nothing big. I didn’t have to ask, If he had any plans . . . apart from the occasional golf with a few acquaintances, he never did. I turned on the TV. When Harry Met Sally was Playing, we sat back to watch. By the time Harry and Sally said their I love Yous, he was already asleep. I looked at the time; it was 15 minutes to 10. I tapped him gently, only his head moved. I put his arm on my shoulder, grabbed him by the waist hoisted him up. He opened his eyes, smiled and mumbled something about chocolate syrup before shutting his eyes again. I laughed and slowly helped him to the bathroom and managed to dump him in the tub. I looked at my watch again, it was 10 on the dot. He sprawled in the bathtub like a baby in the crib. I move closer to make sure he wasn’t pretending. Satisfied, I walked out the bathroom and quietly shut the door. I grabbed my jacket and keys and left the apartment. |
mactao:LOL, Okay, Okay my hair is down. You are not the average teenager but you are CUTE!!! ![]() |
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. but if he attempted to lay a finger on a cop, you will b hearing of another accidental discharge or like the buried corpses in Abuja case that never got closed.

