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Ioannes:u right ![]() |
delectablegyal:u sef eh.... u too d vex |
LordOfTheWeed:haba na but what did I do now? u neglected me oooo |
delectablegyal:I refuse to be vexed by ur childish comment . let me see ur own Galaxy Tab.. bad belle go kee u ![]() |
LordOfTheWeed:hei.... this my separated husband sef .... u still de dz earth? |
The downfall of a man is when he leaves BBM to join 2go.. |
obongtunji:Happy Married Life |
obongtunji:Heaven on Earth... |
una must buy dz thing ooio na by force oooo
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for sale oooooo. contact me for d receipt
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for sale
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.for sale
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please is it
NIGERIA vs BRAZIL OR NIGERIA vs CHELSEA? ![]() |
CR77:lol |
Today is Chelsea Day
1point average 11 games 15th position. 1-11-15
sounds legit. Today's date 1/11/15, today is
Chelsea's day !! |
And they say Ambode is working.... APC stop deceiving yasef |
Canada and Ukraine |
So touchy Sameer1212 u eh |
no caption |
chai... but this people no de hear word... no de build house or hut near water.... |
A professor in a gas station. Fuel Attendant: good morning sir. Prof: good morning, abeg put 10 litres for me. Boy: Sir I don't speak pidgin, I only speak English. Prof: OK, good morning, I cordially request you to transfer from ur subteranine reservoir, a sufficient quantity of the combustible fluid, rating to fill the appropriate receptacle of the porabulation container to the brim. Boy: Sir abeg no vex, how much fuel u want?. ![]() |
Gej my man ...... studM heaven on earth |
OK kessco sorry for d late reply I saw ur pm... dats really sweet of u... thanks dear |
i wont buy it..... Seriously BB phones dont have a lasting battery life. |
nikkypearl:lol |
Michellla:lol |
Bonapart:lol |
ademoladeji:yeah so touchy |
DavidEsq: ![]() |
DICKtator:. Lol twas a mistake and u even got 6 likes for that silly comment ![]() |
is dat guy baffing with hypo? |
Touching Story. About three phones have gone
missing in our room in the past five months. When
we reported to the School's security, they only told
us that it was a roommate that is responsible.
Everyone of us in the room was waiting for the day
we will catch the culprit.
Last Tuesday, when we were all asleep; I think it
was about 2 am, Ben woke up suddenly and his
phone was gone. His phone was the most
expensive of us all. When Ben woke up and couldn't
find his phone, he sprang up from the bed and
quickly opened his cupboard. He rummaged the
contents, even removed his clothes but could still
not find the phone.
I was in the room when it happened; sitting and
reading before I dozed off with my heading resting
on my books. So when Ben couldn't find his phone,
he gently shook my shoulders until I woke up. 'It
has happened again', he told me.
I didn't even need to ask what happened as I could
see the panic and loss written in his eyes.
This is the second time his phone had been stolen.
So I took my phone and dialed Ben's number; just to
be sure it had not been misplaced. 'Error in
Connection' was what I saw on the screen of my
phone. I dialed it again and it started ringing not just
on my phone, but the actual ring tone of Ben's
Samsung phone was faintly audible.
We were both surprised when we heard the tone. I
beckoned on Ben to keep quiet as he was visibly
ready to 'finish' the person who took his phone. I
continued dialing as we moved silently, following the
direction of the ring tone. There were four bunks in
the room, each with two bed spaces. Ben and I use
the same bunk just beside the door and the sound
was coming from the last bunk at the extreme left
corner.
We tiptoed, Ben and I, like Jack Baeur until we
traced the sound to the top bed space on the last
bunk. 'So it is John who had been stealing phones
in this room'. Ben whispered to me.
We shook his leg and woke him up only to find out it
was not John sleeping on the mattress. Neither of
us had ever seen the guy before. To make matters
worse, the ringing was coming
from the bag he was using as pillow.
When he woke up, he looked at us strangely as if he
didn't know why we were there.
We opened the bag and found not just Ben's
Samsung, but three other phones. 'So, you are the
one who's been stealing our phones!'; Ben shouted
at him.
Before he could find an excuse, Ben slapped him on
his left cheek and walked out looking for anything to
break one or two of the guy's bones. I don't know;
but there was something about the guy. So I asked
him, 'Oga, what are you doing here?' 'What are you
doing with Ben's phone'. He was just looking at me
without saying anything, so I slapped his right cheek
with my left hand.
'ANSWER ME!', I screamed at him; waking up the
roommates who were around. John had obviously
gone to night class to read and I assumed the other
three roommates who were absent had also gone to
read.
The two guys remaining in the room with me and
Ben came and gave their own round of slaps. The
accused was now staggering when Ben came back
with a long wood hard enough to kill the guy. As he
raised it up, the three of us, the roommates, held his
hands so he wouldn't murder the accused. Ben
dropped the wood and swept his right leg against
the thief's legs and he fell down. Ben had told me
before that he had attended the Soldiers'
recruitment training but failed the medical test. I
believed him right then.
I looked at the guy crumple on the floor and before
Ben killed him, I decided to interview him, at least to
know who he is. He was now sitting on the ground
where he landed from Ben's force. 'Who are you?' I
asked him again; this time gently. He was crying but
it was only the tears that were coming out. It was
then I realized he had not even uttered a word since
it all started. Not even when he fell to the ground.
'Why are you in our room'? I asked again. 'Can you
even talk?' He shook his head then. I was now
confused. Why was he shaking his head?
So, I asked again, 'Can't you talk?' He shook his
head again. 'Wait, is it that this guy is dumb?', I
asked the guys.
The guy then nodded his head and pointed to his
mouth and then shook his head left to right. It hit me
then. The guy is dumb but not deaf. That was the
first time I am seeing a case like that.
My anger changed to pity immediately. 'Are you
dumb?', I ashamedly asked the guy to confirm.
Again, he nodded his head.
'Can you read and write?' He nodded again. 'Get me
a pen and note!' I said to my roommates over my
shoulder. I collected the pen and wrote on the note,
'Who are you? Explain yourself.' I was almost in
tears as I read his fine handwriting, 'My name is
James, I am John's elder brother. I am a student of
Delta State University. I was traveling to Delta but
our bus stopped for the night at Benin. So I decided
to sleep with my brother till tomorrow morning. He
brought me here around 12 am and went out to
night class to read. He gave me the bag to keep for
him. So I decided to use it as pillow so that it won't
be stolen'.
I held the note with the guys at my back as all of us
read it. I became so weak I almost fell.� 'The guy
is innocent.' I needlessly announced.
When we realized this, even I was ashamed of
myself.
Ben just stood there with the wood he almost used
to hit him, looking as if he was the one who had
been beaten. I am not sure, but I think I saw tears
in his eyes as he realized he had just punished an
innocent man.
So we knelt down; Ben and I, we knelt down and
clasped our hands so he will know we were really
sorry. With tears in our eyes, we told him, 'We are
sorry. Sorry for accusing you wrongly and beating
you for it'. The dumb guy just smiled with bleeding
lips from the blow I gave him. He smiled and looked
into our eyes. And I could see pity in his eyes. He
smiled and shook his head and then wrote in the
same paper. 'It is Alright. I took the pain willingly.
Please don't beat my brother anymore. I knew why
you were beating me. John had always been a thief,
right from home. But please don't report or beat him
again'.
Tears dropped from my eyes as I read his sacrifice.
He deliberately allowed us beat him just so that
John will be free. I lend my hand and raised him up
as I used my cloth to wipe the tears from his face
and blood from his lips. It was then my own tears
flowed from the corners of my eyes.
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this is what Jesus did for us on the cross of
calvary. kept quiet and even died so that we can be
saved. He never protested his innocence but bore it
all for us. He gave his life for you. What have you
given for him?
Return the life to Him, He's in Love with u.....
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it's high time we won more souls for Christ.. |
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I'm angry with you, i swear! 

