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Op u kno majority of d users in dis forum will not advise u, all dey do here is scold nd insult nd yet u act lyk a jjc....4me u'll have 2b a man nd tell ur wife nd go see d girl's parents, am not a fan of abortion...only pity d poor office assistant...buh guy b careful nxt tym |
Meehhn...the truth is money no dey oo, who doesn love the xmas feeling...ppl don't av d luxury of spending on d xmas indicators(knockouts nd stuffz), na 2 chop sure pass now... |
What I did was I made sure I forced the distance, nd I needed to show dem I was old enough to tk care of ma slf (apart from d finance sha)...after my bsc I made sure I served in lagos, way far away from dem... Nd sinz den...its bin ![]() |
Who's d spineless hypocritical slowpoke? Is it fashola who rules d smallest state with the highest population in d country? Or a fraustrated op who came to nairaland to xpress his pointless view...or are u part of d deportees? Stop biTTching nd go wryt jamb!!!! |
nigerianvenom:Psshw...face ur work!!!! |
Greyworld:Don't 8 bro...pick another number.. |
ammyluv2002:U girls nd ur gender beef...u must always tok of others(females) negativ part |
I'll only hustle 2 rent d house if: D house has a money making machine in it If its not built on d ground If there are escallators nd lifts that'll tk me 2 where eva I want in d house If all d appliances work @d sound of my voice When rain falls it doesn't touch d roof There are no lizards I don't nid a dstv 2 watch premiership matches D doors are not made of wood And lastly If 1,596 days make a month... |
I wish we could attach such value to human life |
Kirinwa:Sure...its naija nw...where anything goes |
Buh mehhn....hausa pikin can b old on d insyd...once had a friend in sokoto state, ameen luked lyk a 10yr old until I learnt he was 23... |
Wit u guyz ma inspiration is complete...thanx 4d motivation...I'll try as much as possible to speed up my updates |
WCUB3:Yess boss...I was never gone |
Bantino:That was d xact boost I was lukin 4 |
I feel dat profession is gettin 2a bottleneck, too many lawyers to which chamber?... |
Wahala le kora yin is!!!! |
papalnuncio:The thing is I don't understand ..."SEEk country?", "QUITE you"...men gej in ur system |
The Hefty man: "Karma they say is bound, no matter how fast and smart you think you are... It just happens, getting paid back by your own deeds in your own coin, sometimes it hurts... at times its fun, only for the saints though. You never think twice, you just do it...karma never pity too, it just pays back. No matter how conscious you are at every state, you just can't help some actions while you ignore the consequences." Chief Sanjo just got back from the elders' meeting, he's in charge of the decision making for the community, all other chiefs even the king wants to be like him, strange huh?... He started his political career in Abuja and it was really worth his while, its a cliche to tell you what a politician holding a seat in the government house does, Chief Sanjo did away with all he could and went back to a remote community in Akure which happened to be where he hailed from. He was made chief based on his political cv and also with his connection was able to siphon government money in to the running of the community, main reason why he's respected. Since he quit politics 5 years ago, he has been living in Akure like a king, his three daughters and wife have been more than comfortable. He has his mansion surrounded by guards assigned to him by the King himself, nothing could ever go wrong. Chief Sanjo leaned on his leather sofa staring at the large screen tv hung on the wall, he called out to his first daughter who was heavily pregnant for the son of the Ekiti governor, "...daddy you know am pregnant now...why can't you just call Asake.." She muttered as she walked towards her father with a tray carrying a covered plate, "..don't you know you are going to bore me my first grand child, grand son to be precise and the sight of you alone makes me proud and happy..." He said laughing as he assisted her in emptying the tray on the table. Minutes passed and the food had been ebbed in to his pot belly, he licked each finger before washing in a green bowl and dried his hands with a napkin placed beside him, he stood up and called Asake the maid to come and get the table cleared and pass the usual instruction of not being available for any visits, she knelt continuously nodding her head in comprehension while Chief Sanjo slowly walked up the stairs to his room to take his routine nap. Chief Sanjo opened his eyes all of sudden like he was having a nightmare, he sat up on his bed sweating furiously, he obviously had a nightmare. He noticed the unusual, total darkness, which happens rarely when the generator is faulty, "..but the gen is not faulty now...pshhw.." He grumbled as he staggered up rubbing his tummy while he groped for his torch light which is often place on the bed side stool, the torch was meant to substitute the light whenever his wife sleeps in his room, she complains about Sanjo turning on the lights when ever he needs to go to the toilet, so he got the torch to satisfy his loving wife. He turned the torch on but could barely see as the torch's light couldn't travel far, he called out to the maid but there was absolute silence, he got angry and called out to his first daughter but silence was all that responded. Chief Sanjo saw the front door opened which was very unusual, his anger quickly turned to fear when there was a sudden knock upstairs, it sounded like it came from his wife's bedroom, "where is everybody..?", he thought to himself aloud. He decided to go to his wife's bedroom as he proceeded to the stairs, he placed his first foot on the first step but something caught his attention, it came from beneath the stairs, it sounded like someone was finding it difficult to breathe, "who's there??..." He shouted but the panting continued, he shone his torch and saw his wife struggling to breathe, her throat had been deeply slit with blood all over the place, he quickly rushed to her kneeling beside her, the blood was so much he knew she wouldn't survive it, he screamed for help but only crickets could respond, suddenly one of his daughters screamed..... The scream came from upstairs and it was a scream for help, Sanjo dashed upstairs calling his daughters names with the torch in his shivering hand, he opened the door and found his 15 year old daughter's head detached and tied to a ceiling fan which was manually set to roll, it was obvious she was hacked several times on the neck to separate her head, chunk of meat dangled with blood dripping as the head rolled with the fan blades. Her body laid lifeless on a rug soaked in blood leaving Sanjo devastated, he didn't know what to do, "who is here...show your self..." He shouted. There was a sudden struggle down in the sitting room, Sanjo got on his heels to the sitting room's direction hoping he'll get hold of who ever is on the killing spree...but Sanjo was too late, his first daughter had been cut to pieces like one devoured by a beast, he saw her matured foetus, his grand son on the table with the umbilical cord attached to it and the mother whose stomach was widely opened, there was a spade comfortably sitting in her mouth which separated her jaw from the rest of her head, it was a gory sight he couldn't stand, he got on his knees and began to cry shouting for help, suddenly there was a hard hit on his head and there was total black out for chief Sanjo. The knock on the wooden ground from a solid sole, the crashing leaves as a result of the mild wind and the croaking sound of matured frogs made it clear that Chief Sanjo was far from home, he knew it where he was seated after regaining his consciousness, he couldn't call for help because his mouth was well tightened with a thick sock that reeks. He looks around and catches glimpse of his last daughter, Simi is 12 years old and the jovial one of all chief's Sanjo's daughters, he tried calling out to her but it was of no use, she was unconscious and his mouth was tied. A six feet tall lanky man walked in front of him wit a bucket, he was wearing a hoodie to cover up his face,the lantern he placed at the centre of the wooden house wasn't bright enough to reveal the murderer. He walked towards Simi where she sat unconsciously, tied to a wooden chair with her mouth tightly veiled with a sock too...suddenly the hefty man splashed some liquid contained by the bucket on her face which apparently wasn't water, she woke up at once and screamed but it was all a hum with the sock concealing the actual scream , there were flies buzzing and perching all over as the odour of the liquid took over the whole room. The hefty man walked to a table at the corner of the room and pulled out a daga from a sack, chief Sanjo became uneasy because he needed no future teller to tell him what the daga was meant for, all Sanjo could do was hum as tears poured down his eyes. Just when Chief Sanjo thought his life was fulfilled and perfect, his source of happiness was taken one after the other, and the last of his connection, the last of his offspring was about to be massacred like the previous. He watched the hefty man slowly approach his daughter, he watched the hefty man squat in front of his daughter while he slowly points the daga towards her eyes, Simi closed her eyes in fear but she hummed in excruciating pain when the daga pierced in to her left eye as blood squirted out, Sanjo couldn't take it anymore as he shook his chair in anger and pity for his daughter but that was the best he could do. The hefty man removed the pointed daga from Simi's eyes along with her pupil and some veins that attached the eye to the brain, he dropped it and kicked it towards chief Sanjo,the scenario was unbearable one for chief as he just sat breathing heavily with tears rolling down his eyes with his boxer shorts dripping off liquid which appeared to be urine. The hefty man all of a sudden hacked Simi's tummy pulling out her intestine with the daga, he slit her throat immediately and turned to Chief Sanjo who at this time had his heart in his mouth.... |
Soso990240:Lol...lemme jaesi...don jazzy was just a normal dude dat his mom sellz in aj, met dis crew called jjc nd 419, headed by mp nd dis aficans awoo guy....they were d inn thing because of dier easy access 2d uk, while dbanj was like a boy who has tryd music nd failed nd nids help....jjc nd 419 used other producers after helpin donjazzy gt his knowledge in production.u kno aw it feels to kno somthing buh ppl around u not believn in u, jazzy was d least respected among dem whyl dbanj was seen as a dude wit no talent...wit dbanj comin 4rm a rich bakground decided 2go solo again 4d 2nd tym nd dis tym takes jazzy wit him nd den tongolo was born..dis jebele girl was caught in d middl, din kno who to follo...nd mohits was born..y do u think dbanj was d only dude wit d attention in d crew, wit 2 albums yl odas took d back seat |
Parasitic:Get ur facts ryt b4 spitting...D'banj made wande coal nd donjazzy not d way u said it...dbanj's zeal nd bravery got them al whr dey are...donjazzy is only sustained by his creativity..nd wandre's talent got him goin... Dbanj brought dem al 2geda 2 mk a team..Mo'hits |
mcdokwe:They become relevant when it affects you or some one u know ba? |
There are too many problems staring @ us in d face nd we do is make new notes and complain about them...what effect has d old note had nd what will d new note have...its all about spendin it...why fuss? Am tired of how religion is percieved in this country |
Get lost old man.. You both put us in a situation where we would need help...nw u'r back claimin 2b a saviour |
HrtBrkSteve:Guy u took those words out of my mouth...non of them plays football as a profession or is even a primary school coach nd they sit there nailing players making money from what they do best!!!u guys should leave dem abeg nd do what you'll know aw 2do best....SIT nd WATCH ya tv... |
Kilo ko wa bayi?... Its nice 2 know we av such in naija buh who cares.....? Do u..? |
Imagine d company folding means every nokia phone automatically turns off never to come on again.. |
ogawisdom:Ur wrong!!!we ar second on d table |
One word..."STUPID" |
Tolexander:Nawa ooo, no value 4 human lives anymore, that's a cold comment |
Confusion nawa!!!! |
I'll choose intelligence coz I can bring out the beauty in an intelligent lady/woman |
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