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peoples i was also sceptical about this story and didn't beleive it, but lets sway it and just pretend the story is not there but focus on the fact that HIV is real, victims could not beleive it could happen to them either until it hits them, especially us girls, most sufferes are black women, even though they contacted it from men, its because generally women are much more than men and men could be sleeping with more than 20 women in a year lol, anyway beware of slice fruits HIV AIDS

are you a proffesional spa owner or something, i always look alright when i do make-up and facials but some of the things you said are eyeopener, like that eyeshadow and foundation tips, its gr8

i beleive a lot of lies you guys feed us but not this one, thank you. _PASS
so you mean HIV virus survived on pineaple yh right and i had a bubble bath with 9ice last night
hmm i love this poster he is an articulate liar illustrator, "a group from the hospital went to the vendor" i can't imagine doctor's and nurses surveying the sellers finger in the busy streets of lagos

i read this joke before on this webpage but i like this one better,

origina9ja:
haba now
this 1 na stereotyping
mi i no be like that ooh

aww sorry i was just advicing her lol

i know but i apolgize for posting it on joke seionbut i dont know what section is suitale lol

i bet he has mental problem woman you deserve that chilling in chicago, dont worry yourself too much about him, he's a wasteman

its supposed to be a pity not moral lol, if any moral at all don't assume things better be sure than sorry

I'm sure he's a nigerian man that got deported but lied to fellow nigerians bcause he doesn't know where to start the nigerian life, but thats my opinion, what do you think the man claims he is not a nigerian by any means whatsoever and they just deported him at murtallah mohammed airport and left him there.He lives in a shack beside the American embassy at Walter Carrinton Crescent, Victoria Island, Lagos. Each morning, he wakes up and heads straight to the citizen’s stand at the embassy in his only dress – an American jail suit.
was brought here without anything. I mean there is nothing to identify me. There was no deportation order, and I was not received by the Nigerian government. So, no one knows that I am here, not even my people in America. I don’t have the telephone number of Kemi, the mother of my only child. The last time I had contact with her was April 2000 when she visited me in my correctional institution,” he said
His journey into trouble began on March 31, 1999 when he was arrested by security agents at his Brooklyn home New York city in connection with a credit card fraud.
Found guilty of conspiracy and stealing, he was sentenced to 51 months imprisonment to be followed by a three-year supervised release.
At the completion of the jail term, however, he was deported during his transfer from the Federal Bureau of Prison to MDC Brooklyn, New York, for a release programme at the prison bureau.
He said, ”Usually, when people are about to be released, they will be unfettered. But in my case, I remained in handcuffs,” he said.
And rather than taking him to where he would be released, he was ferried to the airport in his jail suit and deported to Nigeria.
“I was forced into the plane with handcuffs. I first thought it was a joke,” he recollected.
But he realised how wrong he was when they dumped him at the Murtala Mohammed Airport and left.
“The journey lasted about 18 hours and while the other passengers were alighting from the plane, I remained seated, thinking that I would be going back with the plane,” Eugene recalled. To his amazement, he was pushed onto the tarmac in his jail suit and handcuffs, while the immigration officials that escorted him only threw the keys to the handcuffs at him.
Some sympathisers calmed me down and asked me what was the problem. I explained to them, and told them that I did not know anybody in Nigeria because I had lived all my life in America. “I had no dime on me. Five of them contributed money and called a taxi to take me to the American Embassy on Victoria Island,” he said.

But his call at the embassy did not help the situation. “Someone came to interrogate me and I explained myself. I was actually expecting them to take my DNA and fingerprints to verify my claim, but they did not do any of those.” Thus began his travails in Nigeria. “At times, I stayed for a week without food and I would feel I should just die,” he said.
Eugene said he had, since his deportation to Nigeria been living on charity, particularly from some of the people he met during his detention at Ikoyi Prison. He also vowed to continue wearing his only jail suit until his request to be taken back to America was met.

http://nm.onlinenigeria.com/templates/?a=12538&z=12

it'so sad - triste triste mais je suis désolé lol,
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In 1986, Dan Harrison ( see picture below ) was on holiday inKenya after graduating from Northwestern University .
On a hike through the bush, he came across a young bull elephant standing with his left leg raised in the air. The elephant seemed distressed, so Dan approached it very carefully.
He got down on one knee and inspected the elephant's foot and found a large piece of wood deeply embedded in it.
As carefully and as gently as he could, Dan worked the wood out with his hunting knife, after which the elephant gingerly put down its foot.
The elephant turned to face the man, and with a rather curious look on its face, stared at him for several tense moments - yo know what they say elephants never forget anything ever.
Dan stood frozen, thinking of nothing else but being trampled. Eventually the elephant trumpeted loudly, turned, and walked away.
Dan never forgot that elephant or the events of that day.
Twenty years later, Dan was walking through the Chicago Zoo with his teenaged son.
As they approached the elephant enclosure, one of the creatures turned and walked over to near where Dan a! nd his son Dan Jr. were standing.
The large bull elephant stared at Dan , lifted its front foot off the ground- the same left leg he lifted, and then put it down. The elephant did that several times then trumpeted loudly, all the while staring at the man.
Remembering the encounter in 1986, Dan couldn't help wondering if this was the same elephant.
Dan summoned up his courage, climbed over the railing and th security defence and made his way into the enclosure. He walked right up to the elephant and stared back in wonder. The elephant trumpeted again, wrapped its trunk around one of Dan's legs and slammed him against the railing, killing him instantly.
Probably wasn't the same elephant.

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and again

Yo mama so old I told her to act her own age, and she died.
Yo mama hair so short when she braided it they looked like stiches
Yo mama hair so short she curls it with rice
Yo mama so old that when she was in school there was no history class.
Yo mama house so small you have to go outside to change your mind.
lol anyways here you go,

i likey, are you single
i smell jealousy huh methodman lol

does anythng ever work there

hey you ok, you didnt specify your reasons so its hard to tell if you are lonely in a no boyfriend sense or away from your friends and family, hope you'll be ok sooner but until then sign up on facebook and meet new and old friends, share photos and see others pictures as well and finanlly search for temi ayomide and add me as friend innit, pss pss its a secret if you are anything like me on facebook you can even read peoples wall comment and see what they are up to, and if you want full details click the other persons profile and read wats been said before, lol iborun on facebook.com  
oh mail me and will give you ma msn addy as well, xx

@dapsycool, you are a joker lol, but seriously age mates dont usually cheat they are the ones that have true feelings for you especially if you are in the same school and see each other often, they are just always afraid of commitment

rufus

i mean we had to lie that the guy we thought we were coming to fight over was our cousin, its like i was dreaming