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This skinhead priest and his colleagues like adeboye , ibieyome, fufeyin and the pistol carrying druggie, they are in conspiracy against the soul of the Nigerian people. Nigerians hate themselves but love their enemies. What a mystery

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[quote author=ogugwa1992 post=135589522]https://x.com/renoomokri/status/1929188325191041326?s=48[/quote]

When the wrong person gets the wrong job: a recipe for laughs.

This country can make you laugh ( or cry) everyday.

Chat gpt:
Final Strategy

The most effective solution is a hybrid approach, combining PMT, CBT, geospatial data, and existing registries, validated through household surveys.

Even the AI handed the job back to the humanity.

You really have to be blind or at least pretend to be blind to NOT see that macrons pretend wife is an actual MAN, albeit an inverted one

Tinubu , A proud man that is always looking down on things and people because of his gain's from ceremonial magic, sorcery, witchcraft and high criminality . Of course, as long as you are looking down, you cannot see something that is above you.

That thing that is above you, will bring you down to your knees, down to the dust, where all these your hype men will look at you and tremble with fear of the unknown

If you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything" .
having strong beliefs and values is crucial for making sound decisions and avoiding manipulation.

It's really sad to see so many men failing and floundering in this gross material realm. Remember your days in your mother's womb and consider the indeterminable period you'll spend it in the grave after you pass on. There's no Tinubu gonna advocate for you where you're going, no hope for you if you wreck you eternal destiny cos of things swayed you during your time on earth. Consider your ways while you still breathe

I never wish death on no one, but creation, please look into this son of perdition's matter, bring to dust the power of sorcery and witchcraft, let this man's craft prosper no more.

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I remember designing clothes using paper cuttings with my next door Chinese neighbours, the aroma from the noodle soup made by their mum could resurrect anything, back then in Barnawa GRA. I built tree house's with my siblings in the mango trees and swung from branches until I fell one day and broke my left arm. It was in a cast for weeks and that cast got signed by almost everyone of those kids in my class and command children school, dantunku rd. I remember the taste of honey dripping alkaki from central market, and freshly baked bread from UTC stores. I especially liked the jam donuts from leventis stores, and the Arabian delights from Arabian sweets, KD old heads will remember. I went with my dad to th trade fair and , just holding his hands , the big man took me everywhere, I tasted rice crisps for the first time . I learnt how to play lawn tennis at NBL senior staff qtrs , and swimming at hamdala hotel pool , with my friends. I had a lot of friends, from all over the world. KD was no different than London or new York back then. it was so cool growing up, I miss my childhood years , I would give anything to go back even for a day .

Tinubu , A proud man that is always looking down on things and people; and, of course, as long as you are looking down, you cannot see something that is above you.

That thing that is above you, will bring you down to your knees, down to the dust, where all these your hype men will look at you and tremble with fear of the unknown