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its hard but one should try not to let the hurt have the upper hand. |
**i have the story i want to write, still considering if i can go ahead or switch to another one** **also, i thought of making the old wise man a drummer, drumming on top of the tree. Alternatively, he could also have been weaving a basket. The latter doesnt seem suitable at this point, while the former is still being considered** |
minute: I say Pero should go on Maury Povich and wear her BEST inner city trash outfit, then springfo shizzle with yoruba accent or what? and how do you say nu uh in yoruba. you want her relatives in nigeria to storm US and harass obama. |
ufe: The body language of the hubby tells it all!Jalamiai dont really understand his body language (and that of the other guy). i dont understand his name either. is he nigerian? ![]() |
the press release was enough. although its not clear who the video is for. the only issue i have is if she indeed made reference to her daughter during the show, not sure that was necessary, assuming she was quoted correctly. just saying. try not to introduce conflict in that manner. |
Sit down again, said the old man. Let me tell you a story. A story? Our main character asked. Yes, a story. Isnt that how all these narratives go? The old wise man settled himself more firmly on the branch, gazed around at the creatures busily engrossed with their trees, and motioned for the younger man to sit down. This he did, reflecting how this was his second time in one day. He also noted, with some surprise, how he’d barely noticed the old wise man had stopped stroking the little ovals and striking the tree. It seemed, when the old man started talking, activity in the glass forest almost imperceptibly, slowed down. The younger man was not certain, but it appeared to him there were others listening. He couldn’t be sure if these were the creatures at the tree trunks, or different beings he could not see. The old wise man cleared his throat. Pay attention now, he said. You do not have to worry about the listeners, for now. Besides, you are not even sure if there are any. |
an old wise man There was some movement close to the glass bushes behind his tree. He leaned forward, looking sideways and glimpsed a shadow close by. It was cast by a different kind of tree, taller than the ones he’d been observing, and rather more opaque. He glanced at the creatures once again. They’d barely noticed him, and were still intently communicating with their individual trees- antennas and tentacles flitting over the running lines inside each one. Well, he thought, I can always come back and watch them after I see what’s over there. So he stood up and sauntered over to where he’d first heard the movement. This tree was not like the glass trees he’d seen previously. It was dense, softer and not as crystalline. It had wavy, cream, oval little shapes attached to its upper regions, and they flowed gently in the breeze which sprang up, as if they danced to some invisible music. He was puzzled by this tree, but as he was about to investigate it further, he noticed the source of the movement. It was an old man. He sat on a low tree branch, gently stroking the ovals by turns, then striking the tree trunk at intervals. The man interrupted him mid-stroke. What are you doing, sir? Why are you not one of the creatures here? Do you know anything about them? Who do they work for? What are they doing? Why is your tree different from theirs? The old man paused and turned directly to look at the man. He noticed even though the old man was looking at him, yet somehow he still got the impression he faced a different direction. He did a double take, and found the odd impression remained. The old man had an expression of intense sagacity and deep learning. His hair was closely curled, his eyes intense and profound. When he finally spoke, it was like his eyes were speaking through his mouth. Hello young man. Have you seen the jivey, other, old man around here? It seems to me you’re unsure which one of us you ought to have met first. |
Dr. (Mrs) Maryam Abacha (nee Jidah) is one woman who oozes real African beauty.hope your renumeration is good! btw, you've never mentioned your ethnicity. are you caucasian, arab, asian, ![]() |
i thought they said she's lebanese. |
where are the pictures of the mentioned jeans? Named after the Nigerian woman, the Jeans will come in four styles; Bola- “Trouser Leg”, Aisha-“Classic Cut”, Ify-“Boyfriend Jeans”, Nosa-“Skinny Jeans” |
obadiah777: LORD KNOWS WHAT SHE DID IN PAST LIFEYour hard drive needs to be reprogrammed again, the trojan got you. |
Usually when traditionalists refer to something as mysterious, that means outsiders are involved, via indirect insiders. Unless the story is fake sha, and meant to generate fear. |
Who are the strangers the oba was referring to, who are taking over the community? And why would someone called celestina be the one affected? Sounds like human beings at work, imo. Wasnt there a thread about new weapons technology the other day? I think i saw something like that. |
Give it a few years, you'll see your indian and chinese mates taking over so you can have more time to while away. Education is for chumps. Se the boy wrote the poem in lieu of answers to the questions or what exactly. And why would he be taking physics when/if he clearly has no interest in the subject. And the one who bursted into laughter, can do that more freely when the aforementioned handle their business. |
naptu2: 4 pages and over 10,000 views! In one day! Very good business.I see you missed the other thread which reached over 30,000 views in one day, even with a low page count. |
Whats her real name, and is she nigerian? |
Quite a trailblazer. Who or what is replacing all these innovators who are passing away? |
You wish. |
Orikinla: So, what are you doing about it?arent you the one recruiting models and entertainers, are you now singing a different tune? |
sauer: Only a Nigerian girl can say this!you're either the op or working for him/her. probably one of those touts who lose their senses as soon as they set foot outside the country. or see a foreigner, whichever comes first. HisRib: I'm African but not from Nigeria. I have a thing for Nigerian men. I think most are attractive & smart. But, I wonder if they marry women who aren't Nigerian?https://www.nairaland.com/976477/nigerian-men-marry-non-nigerian-girls |
wow, another of those threads. |
nice thread title, hope the op can take note and look in the mirror. |
daylae: Even if we eventually have a christian section,it'll surely be flooded still. People are very curious, and christianity accomodates such curiosity. Besides,there is no obscurity in christianity.@ bolded and of course lets not forget the buddy system where people will still go ahead and invite their raging anti-christian "buddies" to keep them company in whichever section the christians move to. anyway! nl has never claimed actual christians are meant to be on the site. |
Logicboy03: I missed your craze, Tpia!Like i said, face your friends here. I am not one of them. And please, enough of the back and forth. As per craze, look in the mirror. |
he's 22 and sitting down alone with two bottles of moet. wow, lord have mercy. |
just a reminder: **feelgood feedback not really needed ( i mean the oh wow you made my day type, or ah, this is da bomb, etc etc)**please do not post if you intend to derail the thread. you also do not have to open said thread, thank you. i'm writing for myself, not an audience. |
The glass forest The trees were square shaped, short and squat, and faintly luminous. They were made of transparent glass, with amorphous lines appearing on occasion, zigzagging under the crystalline exterior, and sometimes appearing to have a purpose, other times not. He discovered you could pull a tree up by the roots (this was actually very easy), and move it some distance away, maybe about four to five feet sideways. The roots appeared like a mass of entangled and multicoloured wires, grouped together in different hues and branching out in five different directions. Once a tree was uprooted and moved to a different location, it connected with the underground grid as soon as it was set down. How this exactly happened he had no clue yet, he would have to look into it later. He pulled up a glass tree and set it down a little to the left. It reconnected immediately with the greater root underground and a cacophony of activity appeared briefly on the trunk. Hmm, he thought, that was interesting. For some reason, carrying the tree had tired him a bit, and he decided to get a little rest. He sat down with his back against a tree and was better able to view his surroundings. He now noticed the forest was being occupied by other creatures. Creatures moving on wheels and rocking back and forth as they peered intensely at the trees. Every once in a while, a creature would extend a long, bony tentacle and touch the glass, sending the amorphous lines into overdrive. He looked closely at the creature closest to him, watching it communicate with the tree and it seemed the zigzagging lines separated into regular patterns when touched by a creature tentacle. Other creatures had antennas which waved about wildly, but even these stiffened and poked at a tree when receiving a signal from a tentacle. Or perhaps it was a tentacle getting signals from an antenna- at this stage, it was too early to tell. |
I will be posting freestyle stuff here, just some jottings which come to mind occasionally. nothing major, mostly improvising as it were. i'm going with the high fantasy genre with the one i just did, high fantasy is when a story is set in an imaginary world not subject to rational laws- say for example, a mountain made of a giant almond which the main characters chipped parts off to snack on. i'd have preferred starting with low fantasy but that would have entailed setting it in the real world, and adding the fantasy elements- not quite ready to do that yet, what i had in mind has to be in a completely otherworldly environment. i could be wrong, but i think low fantasy might be a tad more difficult than high fantasy. Anyway, i might still change this opinion later. some of my restrictions [guidelines] in wrting these pieces include - no sex, ie no strong sexual language. If romance is involved, it should be described in general terms, using finesse and literary lingo. I think there's enough sex talk everywhere here, a time out is ok. - no crude language or vulgar descriptions. - etc. will update as or if necessary. I had meant to type just one paragraph, but somehow did a page [wish this could be my consistent pace?]. Might need to compress later, perhaps. |
pleep: Tpia is right... men hit on average women 100X more than they hit on dimes.hey, stop quoting me, this fellow. |
Federal Medical Centre, Abeokuta Alhaji Bara Bauchi as chairman, Mrs. Nkechi Sackey, Chief (Mrs) Gladys M. Sasore, Alh. Ibrahim Hassan, and Mrs. Josephine Soboyejo as members. |
forget that side, na today? ![]() let people do what they're hired to do. not sure what the mods are supposed to be doing as per whatever is considered their responsibility, but in most instances, mods and posters are one and the same. As in one is six, the other is half a dozen. yorubas say ibi kan ni won kori si, etc etc. |
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