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The return of Yellow Mosquito.... Nothing do me

[quote author=Mazi_Omenuko]Whoever is moving this thread up and down should ensure that the content of this thread doesn't drop and miss on the process.
Make I go count my previews uploads and comments again. If any of them miss, na den the person go sabi say I dey vex[/quote]Mazi... Kpokpo.... You funny wella.....

I don make up my mind to dey reserve my comment

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All the haters will alwayz hate and I wonder why. Though most people confuse me with my very good friend Red-Moss, I wonder why they still went ahead to report only me. Owk my dear Cuddlemii, those reporting are those that feels that their monikers should be the one getting all the attention. I for one do not care if pictures are posted on my thread, as long as there is a trace of humour to it which was exactly what Foxy did. But then, since you have said that we should moderate ourselves, I'll make sure Foxy gets your message.

For the record, I don't insult people but it is normal to have people who have two contrasting view on a topic.

Other Mosquitoes should take note that all their sins are being visited on my humble self, but I will bear it since it is the greatest sacrifice that one can make...''giving his life for his friends''

With that said and done, I will like to ask the good office of our darling moderator to put a good word in for Foxy so he could be unbanned.

Thanks....

I want to give testimony....


I went to church today... Kai... It was fun o, walahi to serve God sure pass. In fact I dey go fellowship and I dey go join choir, I must go back to playing instruments for church o....

Dear Readers,

Apologies to Mazi Omenuko for using his thread for something of this nature but I still had to since it was this same thread that led to the banning of Foxy_Rebirth.

Though the issue surrounding Foxy's banning is controversial but as a close friend to him and as a confidant, I find it really appaling and annoying. It is normal for one to post pictures on a thread to butress his point, as long as the pictures passes on the required message but when someone is banned after his post was hidden tends to point hand towards partiality.

Though a comment was reported and a request made for pictures posted by Foxy to be brought down, the same request did not state for him to be banned. This so far has awakened a zeal in him to contribute his quota in derailing any thread by a threat he made before being banned again of opening numerous accounts using Foxy as his first Moniker. Now that thread should be taken as written words except when it is put into action.

I will categorically state here that Foxy_Rebirth meant no harm or had any intention of derailing the above thread by posting pictures and was about to bring down the pictures as he had stated only for him to discover he could not comment on the thread and every other thread he opens.

This is a gross abuse of the ''Freedom of right to speech''.

I'm using this medium to solicit on his behalf and ask that his account be unbanned but if it would not be, an email should be sent to his mail box telling him how long he is to spend ''in exile''. As this will give him the time to contact Larry-Sun and the rest of the Collaborating writers via another Moniker even though it will change the original plan. Itz been 3 days now since the last time he could post on any thread.

I also want to ask the good office of Cuddlemii to look into this matter specially as this is her Section and anything or report that is sent out reaches her directly.

Do unban Foxy_Rebirth with immediate effect if after reading this you are still not convinced that ''Freedom of Speech'' is part of the Constitution of the Federal Republic of Nigeria.

Once again I apologise to Mazi on Foxy Rebirth's behalf for posting this stuff here. But as we all know, a matter should always be solved from the origin of the problem.

Thanks.


Yellow Mosquito
(Attorney-in-Practice)

Doing this for a friend, your comments are highly appreciated


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I sat under the orange tree located at the centre of our native compound; lost in the maze of my own gloomy thoughts, like the jingling of the church’s bell, the final and threatening words of my father kept ringing in my subconscious: “Adaora, I don’t want to see you anywhere around that Yoruba boy again, defile my warning and watch me slay him before your very eyes, you want to bring reproach to this family, that will be over my dead body to watch that happen. Now get out my sight, you forbidden child”, just like the cursed Gehazi in the Bible, I left my father’s presence feeling like a dejected filth all because I gave my heart to the only man who makes it beat faster. If tears could wash my feelings and the words of my father away; I’d have emerged whole and clean again but the tears flowing from me runs deeper than Poseidon.



I met Sanni Joseph Lusheyi during our village’s maiden festival (Ite Olo): it is a ceremonial gathering where every grown maiden displays her musical talents through dancing to the goddess of fertility (Iyi Olo) for preserving us since the day we were born to our ripe age. Every maiden in my community normally dances naked to the goddess at the village square, we wear Jigide (A bold bead) around our waists, little jingling bead (ashi) around our ankles with our breasts bare to the eyes of the world; we dance away our coyness that day; everybody, both young, old and cradle gather around our village square to watch the Olo dancers display their talents, the young men find it difficult to get their eyes off our seductively swinging hips and dangling breasts. It is a day of merry, fun; a day mothers watch in awe while their beautiful daughters make them proud. It is a day of random betrothal; our young men pick the woman they want to marry that same day. It is the same day I was betrothed to Samuel Leumas and the same day my heart was locked in the dungeon of bliss to another man. While I was dancing, I noticed two hazel eyes piercing into my soul, the eyes couldn’t blink nor give me a moment to recover my composure; I was lost to the passion in those hazel eyes but to my uttermost dismay, the owner of the eyes is from Yoruba, my father would never reverse my betrothal just for the sake of a Yoruba man, my father is a strong anti-inter ethnic marriage.



It’s been one year I was betrothed to Samuel Leumas and one year I met Lusheyi, every of my attempt to convince my father to change his mind has proven futile, my traditional marriage has been set and the life of Lusheyi hangs on the balance, if I refuse the marriage, Lusheyi will be killed, I can’t bear to watch them bully and kill the only man that has given me reasons to live; neither will I sit and watch my people tie me to a matrimonial curse for the rest of my life. My world was falling apart and all I could do was sit under this orange tree and cry my eyes out, I rose from my teary self and ventured into the village stream where I normally meet with my love, hoping to see him even if it was for the very last time; on getting to the stream, I was singing to myself, crying my heart out, standing behind me was the very man I would kill to have; “Ada m, why the tears? How did it go with your father? Hope he finally consented to us?” Lusheyi asked, searching my eyes for a positive answer. “Obim, I am so sorry”, that was all I could mutter. Lusheyi burst into tears “Does it mean I am going to lose you forever? Tell me, what will happen to me? How will I cope without your love?” He grumbled with a tear filled eyes. My heart was tearing into shreds watching him cry, “Obim, I’m not going to leave you, let’s run away, let’s elope together to a far away land, where my people will never find me again”. We agreed to meet at the stream that night and elope together. Little did I know that Gomina Al- mUztapha, Samuel’s younger brother was eavesdropping on our conversation from on top a tree. We departed that day, feeling relieved that we are going to be together forever. At the appointed time, I picked few of my clothes, sneaked out of the house towards our meeting centre, jumping at any noise from behind me, on getting there, I met the shock of my life, Lusheyi was hanging with a noose around his neck on a tree, his hands and legs were tied together, he was still breathing painfully, my father and my people were there watching him die, tears alone was not enough to express my anger, fear and fury. I was crying, begging my father to spare his life and untie him, that I’ve accepted to marry Samuel. I tried rushing to that tree he was tied, I was held firmly, I fought but strong arms subdued me, I was forced to watch him strangle to death, I screamed and jerked from my sleep; staring down at me were my mother and siblings; “Ada, are you okay? Who are Lusheyi and Samuel? Don’t tell me you are in one of your weird dreams again”, my mother said with concern in her eyes. “Mama, I’ve told you that this girl is suffering from malaria, you had better get some drugs for her before it turns into acute malaria,” my elder brother said, he sighed and left my room. My mum shrugged and left me to my silly fantasies. I felt my body temperature and said “Perhaps I truly have malaria”, with that I picked up my “Diary” to write down what I saw in my dreams.