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Michellla:abi, no mind the immature mind |
Never?... Sorry op. It could be very rare but never?.. I doubt. |
nzeobi:dont mind the monkey |
Am not suprise its coming from him, a criminal and hypocrite. |
Please, i have this question for the ladies, between the love you have for your husband and that of your children, which is greater. |
Am inlove with this |
I will report this to fayose...... |
Op.... Orue-owambe (op. Your head Dey there)! |
Is alryt, all cute |
How many have you slept with?... Ode! |
aww, females only, that's so bad... |
ikombe:thats because you are an imp.. Anufia! |
ikombe:just wait until you receive a ghost slap. |
“The issue is that Mbaka is speaking as the Spirit leads him; ~ and this is the reason i listen to whatever he is saying.. Speak on priest! |
u gotta read and laugh along They say, "the fastest way to get a man to marry you, is to cook his best meal and serve it with a chilled bottle of coke" - okay, nobody said that, i just totally made that up. But, if it was true; then Nneka would never get married. Nneka, was my church crush - church, in the sense that we attended the same church and she was in the choir - so yeah, church crush! But you see, she wasn't like any other choir girl you know. Forget those "head-tie wearing, Ankle skirt" girls you're probably imagining. Nneka had class, and ass too - not sure which was more, but both were in abundance. Her figure eight ( shape wasn't helping matters, not to talk of her clear American accent - Mehn! Angels had to be made this way.So yeah, we eventually started dating after I broke forcefully out of the deep shackles of friend zone I was submerged in - *middle finger village witches* During the course of our dating, she kept complaining about the money I spent eating out and buying junk food. I never really had a problem with this cos' I barely had time to cook for myself, with my 9 - 8 job and all. - Yeah, 9am to 8pm! My boss was directly related to the devil himself. Anyways, she offered to cook and insisted on spending the weekend. She was going to "spoil me silly" with different kinds of dishes I had never tasted. I knew right then, that I had found the one. No more cornflakes and indomie for one week - goodbye carbohydrates; Hello protein!! I fell deeper in love. Saturday finally arrived, and I was treated to a huge plate of Egusi soup - Everybody's favourite. I'm not much of a Bible story kinda guy, but after first taste, I knew instantly that soup must have been inspired by the story of Lot and the Pillar of Salt. My Egusi soup was filled with the missing parts of the Pillar of Salt. I'm not joking, I might have as well, ordered a salt solution instead - heck! it felt like it. But I let it slide, maybe she was just nervous cooking for me for the first time - Love, really is blind. By evening, we had Beans - or should I even call it that? Beans used to be my favourite food, until Nneka catwalked into my life. Now all I see when I think of Beans is horror and battlefields. You think I'm lying? Okay, picture David and Goliath. Yep, remember those stones David picked before the fight? - yep! those ones. They were present in my dinner plate. Actually, I think I had more stones than Beans for dinner - but then again Love prevailed, I let it slide. It was when I saw her washing the rice with soap and sponge the next morning, I knew that I was finished. "Blood of Donald Trump!! ", I shouted! But deep down, I was certain the end was finally here. At that moment, I knew my village witches had won the battle - they were probably twerking to a Gospel beat sef at that time. It's been two weeks since that weekend and I've not had the mind to return her calls or texts. Please, how do you arrange your lips to tell somebody you're not doing again? Brother zone has never felt more perfect to me. I willingly zone myself. I give up abeg, I'm not doing again joor! |
END TIME PROPOSAL. |
Waris dis ni? |
ZeeAfrica:laughing ma fricky ass out.
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I couldn't believe my ears when a friend of mine said, his ex, is actually his best female friend now, i was like.... |
Well I hv really heard alot of people say, if u re still friends with ur ex, dat u still love him. He z an ex, xo why b friends wif him. Well it's really confusing nd mi questions are *Z IT BAD TO STILL B FRIENDS WITH YOUR EX? *DOES IT REALLY SHOW YOU STILL LOVE HIM? *WAT EXACTLY DOES IT MEAN?
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This is an everlasting stupidity, why on earth will you block you president's convoy?. Well you lucky, he was not on his worst mood.. Annufia! |
This is an everlasting stupidity, why on earth will you block you president's convoy?. Well you lucky, he was not on his worst mood.. Anufia!! |
Its becoming unbearable they way and manner parent nowadays shortlist the to-do-list of there daughters, Seriously.., its alarming, can imagine a parent trying to get in one day what they spent over years, training there daughter, like she is been sold or something. Whats the benefit of these parents, because most times they endup discouraging the young folks that want to get into marriage, and secondly, causing more harm than good to the young girl, because she would still be seeing the young man she loves even if you denied them your blessing and the young man will keep bleeding the girl. At such whom is losing? And This has kept me thinking, seriously.. And am asking;Is love suppose to have a price tag? Like paying the bride price? Does love need that? Cause this is actually Whats keeping most of young folks from getting married |
And with the info getting to me this evening, ocorocha has gone deaf. Thanks |
I wish this were to be true,, i would be like 'wowwwwww' |
This man is just an 'imp', i wonder what gave him this thought?.. Mtcheww |
Before i start reading, leh me comment first |
okirewaju:will you shut that pit you call mouth |
Can someone pls give me info on how to get a job at this factory.. |
Today, I choose to let go of the people
whose company is
toxic to my peace of mind. I choose to be
free. I choose to
liberate my soul from the aches it’s been
through. Today, I
choose to stay away from closed doors. I
choose not to craft
a wall around my heart. I choose to
decorate it with the
lessons I’ve learned. I choose to paint it with
respect and
confidence. Today, I choose to forgive
myself. For asking
too much of myself. For allowing myself
being hurt. Today, I
choose to embrace my flaws. I choose to
accept my
mistakes. I choose to be better. I choose to
move forward. I
choose to guard my soul. I choose to be
brave. I choose to
say no when saying yes hurts. Today, I
choose to be wise. I
choose to walk away from places I don’t
belong. I choose to
embrace my time. For all that is timeless – is
precious. All
that is precious – is unique. All that is unique
– is different.
And all that is different – is beautiful. Today,
I choose to be beautiful. I choose ME... |
mend kwa?.... The group are just too many, dont know who to trust.. But i believe in nda, anyway. |

shape wasn't helping matters, not to talk of her clear American accent - Mehn! Angels had to be made this way.