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IgboAmakaa:Honey, it will send you to your grave first by the power of chukwu okwu bambiala |
IgboAmakaa:Exactly what will lead to your slow death ![]() |
IgboAmakaa:Sweetheart, just find a hole and crawl inside and die ![]() |
Afam4eva should just find one corner and cry himself to stupor seriously. He's a shameless dolt There's this Yoruba words that says" epo mi, ata mi, a bi yin". You lots are here in Yoruba land, became successful, yet you despise your hostHenryy |
Deicide:The question is expected now.....when you have been fed with falsehood. What a reasonable human being will do is to seek the whole truth, but the likes of you will never, you get erected when its all negatives about Islam |
dalaman:Pity yourself please and get enlightened. Islam don't enslaves women....its total freedom. As a Muslim woman, I have a right to maintain my father's name in marriage. Until the 19th century, women dont own their properties. Islam gives me the right to own property. Even in Igbo land women don't inherit properties, until recently. If you are thinking about polygamy. It's not a must for me as a Muslim woman to go into polygamy, its all about choice. Before marriage I can draw a contract that my husband will not take a second wife, its my right. In marriage I don't have to spend one penny on the household, my husband has to finance everything. If I spend on the family.... I am doing charity. And lots more.......tell me what religion beat this? And I also have a right to choose my partner....whom am going to marry. Religion is different from culture |
ovieigho:You are just been stvpid. So xtians don't die? Why the hell do you people pray that your "god" should grant you heaven and when its time to go for your reward in heaven (through death) you now see it as "devil's" work. |
ElPhoche:Alright |
ElPhoche:Her retroperitoneal organ was not stabbed. A knife was pointed at those organs. From what I can picture, the writer meant the knife was pointed at her back. |
Tomorrow, i will continue this story by his grace..... |
wkkwl:Anyone to answer this? |
Lennycool:They get the men too |
RN-BSN top up, does anyone knows if one can study it online and if it is acceptable by NMCN |
Great Nurses! Does anyone have an information about B.sc nursing in other African countries? How one can use RN to gain admission there |
Lilimax:So married muslim women don't open their hair abi? |
teelaweee:the phone is way above my budget and camera is poor. Thank u |
RP |
Dear nlers, I need your advise and review on the type of Tab to get and before you tell me to check Google, I've done that I saw some tabs on konga nd jumia buh am not sure about them. Anyone who knows aboit omoseXII or asus zenpad or blueboat. And some reviews i saw on NL is scary. Lalasticala ooooo |
up school!!!!! |
This is truly jihad not Shekau style |
So sad Maybe just maybe if Ebube had supported Nat when Bel's secret was revealed rather than standing on neutrality ground she might still be alive and visit the pastor just like Nat suggested because Bel was confused and kind of repentant in that scene OR If Cosmos had talked to Bel as per all the help she rendered to his family abput her sexualty maybe she would have considered it and change. Kudos fantasyisland |
cruzita:No one said u should wear it, juz mind ya biz |
labodinho:Thanks |
Op Can one get a scholarship for B.sc in Nursing, I ve RN already |
labodinho:What about RN? |
pls guys i need info on Nursing direct entry |
R |
"A lover?" She blushed terribly repeating his word "How could you think i would want that?" She was shocked and annoyed at the same time. He was not different from the gossiping couple. And she thought he would understand that was why she opened up to him only to be insulted by this same man who has been part of her sleepless nights six years ago. She fled the library in anger, it was all a bad idea staying out this late. Usually she make a few minutes appearance before she disappeared into her room ********************** The all too familiar hands grabbed her shoulder again. She couldn't move or shout at him to leave her alone. How could she? Wihen she had always wanted him. "You must allow me to apologise once again,Sumaya" he said softly. He didnt know what came over him. Why he couldnt hold his tongue. Now he had ruin the lovely Miss night. "I'm sorry" he apologised turning her to face him only to see how hard she was trying to stop the tears from dropping. "It's fine" she said They both knew it wasn't and he hated himself more for ruining her lovely night. And the unshed tears in her eyes were killing him. He should have kept his damn mouth shut. The lovely Miss only needed a listening ear not some judgemental fool he proved to be. What was he going to do now? "I'm hungry" he announced and in reality he was. The only real meal he had was in the morning and the snacks served in the plane was boring. He only held one and slept off "The buffet is over there" She said leading him to the large room that hosted Abass guests. He purposely reduced his strides to watch the way her back moved rhythmically with her legs. She was cat walking! And why was he just noticing things about her? It's been six years like she said and he was just discovering this? Wow! The hall had a great design of artworks displayed at each corner of the room. Grandpapa made it his duty to collect artworks all about sea and ships and it turned out brilliant displaying them in the large hall. The banners were of blue and peach and each tables and chairs were clothed beautifully. The marble flooring had always been the hallmark of the room and the efficient paintings of the wall did its best to outshine every other decorations in there. Finally she found an empty seat the business men were not occupying and most importantly a seat far away from the models waiting to snag any free man and he could see the way they were devouring him with their eyes. "Thank you" he said as she placed the plates of amala and ewedu with lots of fish on his table. He washed his hands and dig into his meal, smiling at her for every morsel he took. "It taste great" he said cleaning his hands with the tissue paper as one of the service girls cleared his table "That's what you get when Yummy Sum caters for your partyy "Interesting. Can i have your card? I want to organise a luncheon party for my colleagues back in the States" he said He wanted to please her, anything to erase her anger at him. And this was one of it, the contract would go a long way. |
rightly coupled |
comments? |
by the power of chukwu okwu bambiala
