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Literature / Rebound Girl by zubike01(m): 11:12am On Feb 07, 2013
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Literature / Re: Ibo Boy Wey Like Yoruba by zubike01(m): 1:37pm On Feb 03, 2013
Flow shun every i dey admire your capping. You just dey loot all d babes on sight. But remember no matter how rough the sea gets you have to keep sailing for the treasure must be found.

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Literature / Re: Ibo Boy Wey Like Yoruba by zubike01(m): 1:34am On Feb 03, 2013
flow1759: That night i had a terrible dream, i dreamt me and Juliet were sailing on a ship together to an unknowm destination when suddenly the ship started capsizing, Juliet couldn't swim so i tried my best to drag her along with all my strength as i swam to the shores of the mighty ocean, a whale was swiming right behind us trying to get us and eat us for lunch. I swam faster and faster to the shore, but it seems as if the more i swam, the farther the shore was. And final we got to the shore, i was very happy we reached on time before the whale got us. "u saved my life" Juliet said with great relief "my love, thank God that big whale didn't get us" i said as i was breathing out faster. I cuddled juliet r*omantically, my lips was longing to k*iss her. We kissed and................ "Sammy why u wake me like dat na, na now wey i wan do d main tin nahim u go wake me, u be bad belle oh" i cursed in a low voice after been waken by Sammy, "u be mumu, u just dey k*iss Agom n*yash since" Sammy said and laughed loudly at me, as i instantly looked to the spot i slept, i noticed i slept directly facing Agom's a*ss, "nyamah!! na true oh" i said feeling iritated. "Abeg make all of una wake up make we dey go sch, we don late" Sammy shouted. Immediately he said that i glanced at the wall clock it was past 8.

Nice story no doubt, this is my best part nice.
Literature / Re: Things Fall Apart Is The Most Important Book In Modern Black History by zubike01(m): 11:58pm On Jan 27, 2013
I enjoyed reading this post. I am Igbo even though my mum is Yoruba, sometimes i find myself in situations where i have to defend either side from stereotypes. All we need right now is to move forward. That said i would sign out with some quotes.

“Real tragedy is never resolved. It goes on hopelessly forever.”
- Chinua Achebe (1930 – ).
“A war, with its attendant human suffering, must, when that evil is unavoidable, be made to fragment more than buildings: it must shatter the foundations of thought and re-create. Only in this way does every individual share in the cataclysm and understand the purpose of sacrifice.”
- Wole Soyinka (1934 – )
“War may sometimes be a necessary evil. But no matter how necessary, it is always an evil, never a good. We will not learn how to live together in peace by killing each other’s children.”
– Jimmy Carter (1924 – )
“Brother, hold your peace for the greatest wars are the ones fought for a woman, one for which a true warrior would die.”
Azubike Akinsowon Ahubelem (www.jollyrougeseries.com)
Literature / Re: read preview here by zubike01(m): 4:31pm On Jan 26, 2013
Chapter 1
Uju and Joe

“A man has less conscience when in love than in any other condition.”
Arthur Schopenhauer (1788 - 1860), German philosopher.

My name is Uche Abdullahi, I know you wonder why the combination? My mother is a native of Igbo extraction while my father is of Hausa. I would describe myself as a perfect gentleman and a devoted Christian. I am tall, good looking and intelligent.

I gained admission into the university several years ago. Liberation from my parents and the joy of studying had come and my dreams came true at that time. I was astonished by what I saw. It was a different environment; there were lots of stress and struggles starting from the registration process to the rest of the process (if you know what I mean?). I also noticed that in the university, you don’t have to look for trouble, it will always find you. The conditions of the hostels were bad so I decided to stay up gate.

Up gate the name of a piace of land very close to the school gate. It had a market, restaurants, pubs and numerous houses which were privately owned and rented out to students. My room was a cubicle painted with blue and furnished with a rug, a table, a chair and a mattress. As a gifted artist, I decided to draw the picture of Thor on my wall to adorn my room.

I came to the school environment with numerous attires but was advised not to wear certain colors, as I was told that those who were linked with those attires counted it as impersonation and dealt mercilessly with those found guilty of this charge. I also learnt to avoid beautiful ladies because they always lead to trouble especially those nicknamed “high tension wires” due to the fact that a mean individual linked with any of the dirty groups may have an interest in the girl. All these and others make up the unwritten laws which guided our activities within the university environs.

One morning I woke up as usual, said my prayers, took my bath and went straight for lectures. We were having Mathematics. On this particular day, I was privileged to get a seat unlike other days when I would have to receive lectures standing owing to the fact that the student population was far more than what the classroom could accommodate. The lecture was long and boring as Mr. Isacca, a wrinkle faced man with a coarse voice waffled continuously. In a low gentle voice I was asked for a spare pen and I turned and looked, behold a lady. She had an attractive aura around her, I searched my pockets wondering if I had any but I didn’t, so I shook my head and she understood what it meant and nodded in return. An impulse came over me, it was so strong that I began to ask everyone within my reach for a spare pen and as fate would have it, I found one which I offered her. I watched her write in her notebook, which was far more interesting than listening to Mr. Isacca.

After the lecture, she returned the pen to me and I took it to its owner. We had a friendly chat, requested for her name, “Kemi,” she replied. “Oh what a unique name you’ve got and where do you live?” I quizzed. She also lived ‘Up gate’, but in a different hostel so we decided to stroll out together. We had reached the junction where we should have gone our separate ways, but she pleaded I accompanied her to a nearby shop so she could pick some items. On getting there a tall boy with a scar on his head walked towards me, tapped me on the shoulder, I turned towards him and he whispered “My chairman wants you to bring this lady to him” pointing to a nearby bar filled with seven dopy looking individuals. I looked at the dude, smiled as if he was talking trash and told him to pass the message to Kemi himself. He walked towards her and spoke to her, then she went into a rage, raining curses on him and walked away swiftly.

I was still trying to come to terms with the scene when he turned towards me and ordered me to go to the bar. I glanced at the bar and would have resisted but the sight of several hands signalling me to come there sent a chill down my spine. I walked towards them in fear, finally having my first encounter with the gang members. They threatened me, claimed to have been insulted because of me. I explained to them but they wouldn’t listen all they wanted was a crate of beer. I laughed and tried to become aggressive and one dude arose from his seat, took a deep puff from his cigarette blew the smoke all over me and attempted to burn my cheek with it so I began to plead. He left me after I handed over to him the sum of three hundred naira which was all I had. But before I left he said to me, “I admire your courage, come closer to me and I will make you like me”. I nodded and walked away swiftly because I couldn't imagine myself being anything like him.

I got to my room and joy filled my heart because it was neat and welcoming – a place of peace indeed. I took off my clothes, for some minutes laid on my bed reminiscing over all that happened. I flipped through the pages of my notebooks and my Mathematics textbook. It was known by all that Mr. Isacca sets his exam questions from the examples written in class, so all I needed to pass was to make sure I had a steady hand on them. I worked on a couple of them and when tired, I picked up my T-shirt and jeans leaving the house for lunch after which I came back and had my siesta.

For several months, I had managed to live my life with little or no stress, avoiding problems as much as I could while finding ways to solve the few I had gotten into. I made few friends till one morning; I woke up with my head pounding seriously with a heavy headache. My memory clouded and it flashed back.

Yesterday was a crazy day! I was woken by the sound of thunderous knocks on my door. I jumped up in panic and screamed, "Who goes there?" And a little voice replied in panic, "It's your guy Joe, please open." I opened the door and he rushed in sweating and shivering looking scared to death but behind that fear I could see anger blazing through his eyes and lust for vengeance.

Joe wasn't any ordinary guy; he was tall, huge with a mean serene face and a tint of handsomeness. It was obvious that his participation in bravado activities caused his face to look rugged. His skin was light brown with prominent scars left by knives, broken bottles, grass blades and other cuts by crude implements. He had this carriage which could be described as a mixture of style and pure military masculinity.

He looked and said to me, “My brother! My friend! I just escaped death. I went to see my girlfriend, and unknown to me, an ambush had been set for me in front of her room. I could see nothing but pure darkness, and from this darkness emerged a figure I couldn't make out but the bulge in his pocket made me realize he was armed to his teeth. I paused for a second, didn't think of my next move and in real time I took to my heels. Instantly several gunshots were fired as I was chased. I got far enough and like a monkey I hid myself on top of a tree. They looked for me like addicts who were looking for cocaine but it was in vain. They all left but one looked up and said to me “Come down my friend I know you are there today is your lucky day.” I jumped down not knowing he never saw me initially but was pulling a fast one. He looked at me eye ball to eye ball and in fear he shot and tried to escape. Thank God it was a Dane gun that needed to be loaded after each shot. Like a demon I grabbed a dead tree branch I found lying around and smashed his nose. He let out a sound that seemed like a squeal but I wasn't satisfied. I pounded his face till it appeared like nylon bag of tomatoes ran over by train. I could see he was in misery so I decided to put an end to it forgetting that the sound of his gun would have attracted his men. I pulled my little pen knife and went for his neck but was interrupted by the sounds of footsteps, again I was in motion. My legs were tired but fear and the will to live kept me going till I got to your door.”

As Joe concluded his ordeal, I looked at him and asked if he was sure that nobody traced him. He looked at me in a weird manner which meant I insulted him, but replied, “Sure.” For hours I preached to Joe condemning his membership of the gang because it was wrong and against the will of God. He told me that God judges based on what we believe and he believes he is a Warrior therefore when he dies he would dwell in that great place called Valhalla, the place where all great warriors go. Then he brought out his phone and requested for a charger, his battery was completely flat. After a while, his phone came on and several messages rushed in. His fellow Warriors had been looking for him so he sprang up and left. I felt a relief but not too long he came back with his girlfriend and I noticed his shirt was torn with bruises on his back. His men had drilled him for endangering his life, going into the enemy’s territory after they had sent him several distressed messages. He pleaded with me to allow his girlfriend stay in my room till it got dark. I accepted and he left.

His girlfriend, Uju, was a tall fair beautiful girl. She had these eyes that made me wonder if she was a girl or Venus, my favorite Greek goddess. She looked innocent and her voice soft but deep and sounded like that of Tony Braxton. Everything about her was drop dead sexy and I could feel a little tension in my loins as I looked at her but Joe wasn’t the kind of guy you would want to mess with, so I quickly extricate every evil thought from my mind.

Uju looked at me and her lips moved but not a word came out or was I too busy focusing on them?” There was a similarity between them and those of Angelina Jolie. “What did you say?, I asked. She replied, "Thanks.” Not waiting for a response she continued. “Yesterday was terrible, three boys bust into my room with guns to do heaven knows what, but luckily for me one of them was my brother. He shook his head in disappointment and left. I could see about fifty or more hiding in the dark, I was gripped with fear so I tried to call Joe but his number never went through, afterwards I heard a gunshot and footsteps of people running.

Then tears dripped down her cheeks, “I was so terrified,” she continued, “Scared to death that Joe would be killed, I rushed out of my room thinking I would see my brother but the whole place was like a Ghost town, I went back into my room and seconds later I could hear them coming back and assuming their position. The next thing, I heard a gunshot and they all ran out again. This time they came back with my brother with his face totally disfigured and they began to administer the first aid treatment in my room.”

She paused for a while and held me close, my shirt absorbed all her tears and my hand patted her back then she continued, “In the morning we took him to the hospital and when I was taking my leave, Joe called me on the phone but I didn't know what to do. How could he do such a thing to my brother? Finally I answered the call and he told me to meet him somewhere. I wanted to talk but he said, “No time for that now. He never listens to me I just wonder what I am doing with him.” All that kept coming out of my mouth was, “Uju take it easy okay!” .......read full chapter
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Literature / Re: DON'T JOIN Chapter 1:NOVELLA - PAGE-1 COMIC by zubike01(m): 4:24pm On Jan 26, 2013
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that fear could make a good guy bloody. Yes, bloody. I was ready to go out fighting like a man, not for Uju, but for my pride and ego.

Then I said to Joe, “Yes.” He and the other guys smiled.

Then Joe said, “All that and much more could be yours only and only if you have the courage to let go of your boyish ethics and join the men.” Now I knew where all this had been going: Joe wanted me to join his gang. I felt slightly relieved, but scared at the same time.

Then I said to Joe, “My man, you know I don’t have the mind.”

They all laughed, and Joe cut in, “That’s how I felt before I became who I am now: No one can rob me, and no one dares challenge me.” He let out a roar, and they let out theirs. Then he said to me, “It is your destiny. What made me your friend isn’t your charming looks or your good heart. It is the picture of Thor you painted on your wall. You might not have known what it signifies, but Thor isn’t just a hunk with a hammer but a warrior who controls thunder and lightning.” On hearing this, his men screamed out something that sounded exactly like the wolves howling to the moon.

Joe stood me up and took a walk with me, telling me how much they all loved me. He explained many things I had never understood, and then he said to me, “Brother, follow me, and one day we would both have a story to tell.” I wasn’t ready to be Achilles. Joe smiled and said, “Think about its glory today or sorrow tomorrow,” as he walked away, leaving me lost in thought.

Nothing he had said made sense except for one line I could remember vividly. Guys like me couldn’t get girls like Uju. They belong to men like Joe, and for the first time, my ego was shattered. I’d been fighting my feelings for Uju not because they were not there, but because I was scared to death of what Joe could do. My heart was filled with pity; Uju deserved far better than Joe. She needed me but in this little world of ours, the most rugged takes it all. My memory flashed back to another girl named Chika. She was fine and short, and like a pet, she ruled my world. For a while, I only got to shake her hands before Bigbug took interest. One day,


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I saw both of them talking, and she called. I waved at her and pretended to have seen her wave. Bigbug was an infamous living legend; I knew him too well. Going there would have cost me much. I looked at the picture of Thor I drew on my wall and almost knelt down to beg his spirit to possess me. Of course, though, the gods won’t fight our battles.

For the first time since Uju and I got entangled, I called and invited her to my room. She was filled with excitement, but as she came in, I got on my knees. I said, “Uju, my beloved, I have never met a woman I desire as much as you. Please forgive the fact that my fear of harm has kept me from expressing my emotions to you. I truly love you, and I could swear to it.” Uju burst into tears as she pulled me up and gave me the best kiss ever, not minding that my door was wide open.

She looked at me, smiled, and said, “I understand.” She moved towards the entrance to lock the door, and once again, we were at it. It was quite different because we had pure sex. Words like, “Don’t leave me” and “I love you” occasionally popped out. We were not scared. When we were finished, we chatted a while about music, cars, and colour and had the greatest time of our lives. Then she left. Much later, this became a routine. She would sneak into my place. Sometimes, we would talk. Other times, we would kiss and then go our separate ways. Joe kept bothering me to join his gang, but I would be a loser. If I needed to join a gang, it would be one that would protect me and Uju from Joe and not put me under his authority.

One day, Joe came in smelling of marijuana and then he rolled one for me. “Take a hit, soldier,” he said to me, and I took several puffs. Don’t get it twisted: It wasn’t peer pressure. I used to get stoned back in the day. Then we began to reason in the Ganja way. He told me, “Bro, since you have refused to become a warrior, make me a promise.” Then he paused and looked at my eyes, which were blood red. He laughed and said in Pidgin English, “O boy, you don high.” He continued, “Promise me that if I die in this game, you would tell your children about me. Tell them how intimidation and revenge made me who I am today. Skip all the dirty parts, and tell them how I saved you from trouble, tell them how no one


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could tamper with you because you were my friend, tell them I died a hero and that my spirit dwells in Valhalla, a place where all great warriors go. Tell them that I am brewing [drinking] from Mimir, the fountain of wisdom with the gods.” Then he growled like a wolf.

I said to him, “You will live! Friend, stop talking about death.”

He looked at me and said, “You are a Christian, and you believe in heaven, right? If you don’t die, how do you expect to get to heaven? I believe in Valhalla, and you need to die in battle before you get there, so promise me, friend!”

I replied, trembling in fear, “I will tell not just my children but the world.” Then he walked out happy.

I then understood that my friend had been programmed to fight until he died in battle, for only then could he be at peace. I couldn’t sleep all night, not after what I just learnt. This guy was something else. If I wanted Uju for myself, I would have to be Joe, even though he wasn’t my match. His enemies feared him and often missed shots whenever they aimed at him. Mighty Joe, my hombre, friend, and foe.

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What religion do you follow?
IFA
Literature / DON'T JOIN Chapter 1:NOVELLA - PAGE-1 COMIC by zubike01(m): 8:37pm On Jan 21, 2013
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CHAPTER 1

Uju and Joe



“A man has less conscience when in love than in any other condition.”

—Arthur Schopenhauer (1788–1860), German philosopher


My name is Uche Abdullahi. I know you’re wondering about the combination. My mother is a native of Igbo extraction, while my father is of Hausa. I would describe myself as a perfect gentleman and a devoted Christian. I am tall, good-looking, and intelligent.

I gained admission into the university several years ago. Liberation from my parents and the joy of studying had come, and my dreams came true at that time. I was astonished by what I saw. It was a different environment; there were lots of stressors and struggles, beginning with the registration process and continuing with the rest of the process. I also noticed that you didn’t have to look for trouble at the university; it would always find you. The conditions of the hostels were bad, so I decided to stay up gate.

Upgate was the name of a piece of land very close to the school gate. It had a market, restaurants, pubs, and numerous houses that were privately owned and rented to students. My room was painted blue and furnished with a rug, a table, a chair, and a mattress. Since I was a gifted artist, I decided to draw a picture of Thor on my wall.

I came to the school environment with a wide array of clothing, but I was advised not to wear certain colours. I was told that those who were linked with those clothes saw it as impersonation and dealt mercilessly with those found guilty of this charge. I also learned to avoid beautiful ladies because they always led to trouble, especially those nicknamed “high tension wires,” because a mean individual linked with any of the dirty


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groups may have an interest in these girls. All these and others made up the unwritten laws that guided our activities within the university environs.

One morning, I woke up, said my prayers, took my bath, and went straight for lectures. We were having mathematics. On this particular day, I was privileged to get a seat. There were far more students than what the classroom could accommodate. The lecture was long and boring: Mr. Isacca, a wrinkle-faced man with a coarse voice, waffled continuously. In a low, gentle voice, my neighbour asked for a spare pen. She had an attractive aura around her. I searched my pockets for an extra pen but came up empty, so I shook my head. She nodded in return. An impulse came over me. It was so strong that I began to ask everyone within my reach for a spare pen, and as fate would have it, I found one to give her. I watched her write in her notebook, which was far more interesting than listening to Mr. Isacca.

After the lecture, she returned the pen, which I later took it to its owner. I had a friendly chat with the woman who borrowed the pen and requested for her name. “Kemi,” she replied.

“Oh, what a unique name you’ve got. Where do you live?” I quizzed. She replied that she also lived Upgate, but in a different hostel than mine, so we decided to stroll out together. We reached the junction where we should have gone our separate ways, but she asked me to accompany her to a nearby shop so she could pick up some items. Once there, a tall boy with a scar on his head walked towards me and tapped me on the shoulder. I turned towards him, and he whispered, “My chairman wants you to bring this lady to him,” pointing to a nearby bar filled with seven dopey-looking individuals. I looked at the dude, smiled as if he were talking trash, and told him to pass the message to Kemi himself. He walked towards her and spoke to her. She went into a rage, raining curses on him, and walked away swiftly.

I was still trying to come to terms with the scene when he turned towards me and ordered me to go to the bar. I glanced at the bar and would have resisted, but the sight of several hands signalling me to come there sent a



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chill down my spine. I walked towards them in fear, this being my first encounter with gang members. They threatened me, claiming to have been insulted because of me. I explained to them that it wasn’t my fault, but they wouldn’t listen. All they wanted was a crate of beer. I laughed and tried to become aggressive. One dude arose from his seat, took a deep puff from his cigarette, blew the smoke all over me, and attempted to burn my cheek with it. I began to plead. He left me after I handed him 300 naira, which was all I had. Before I left, though, he said to me, “I admire your courage. Come closer, and I will make you like me.” I walked away swiftly. I couldn’t imagine myself being anything like him.

I got to my room, and joy filled my heart because it was neat and welcoming. It was indeed a place of peace. I took off my clothes and laid on my bed, thinking about what had happened. I flipped through the pages of my notebooks and mathematics textbook. It was known by all that Mr. Isacca sets his exam questions from the examples given in class, so all I needed to do to pass was to make sure I had a steady hand on those. I worked on a couple of them, and when I tired, I put on my T-shirt and jeans and left for lunch. Afterwards, I came back and had my siesta.

For several months, I had managed to live with little or no stress, avoiding problems as much as I could while finding ways to solve the few I had gotten into. One morning, I woke up and my head was pounding. My memory clouded, and suddenly it flashed back The day before had been a crazy day.

I realized I had been woken by the sound of thunderous knocks on my door. I jumped up in panic and screamed, “Who goes there?”

A little voice replied in panic, “It’s your guy, Joe. Please open.” I opened the door, and he rushed in, sweating and shivering, looking scared to death. Behind that fear, though, I could see anger and a lust for vengeance blazing through his eyes.

Joe wasn’t any ordinary guy; he was a tall, huge man with a mean face and a hint of handsomeness. It was obvious that his participation in bravado exploits caused his face to look rugged. His skin was light brown with


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prominent scars left by knives, broken bottles, and other crude implements. He had a carriage that could be described as a mixture of style and pure military masculinity.

He looked and said to me, “My brother! My friend! I just escaped death. I went to see my girlfriend, and unknown to me, an ambush had been set for me in front of her room. I could see nothing but pure darkness, and from this darkness emerged a figure I couldn’t make out. The bulge in his pocket made me realize he was armed to the teeth. I paused for a second, and I took to my heels. Instantly, several gunshots were fired as I was chased. I got far enough, and like a monkey, I hid in top of a tree. They looked for me like addicts who were looking for cocaine, but they searched in vain. They all left but one, who looked up and said to me, ‘Come down, my friend. I know you are there, and today is your lucky day.’ I jumped down, not knowing he didn’t initially see me. He looked me in the eye, and in fear, he shot and tried to escape. Thank God it was a Dane gun that needed to be loaded after each shot. Like a demon, I grabbed a tree branch and smashed his nose. He let out a sound that seemed like a squeal, but I wasn’t satisfied. I pounded his face until it looked like a nylon bag of tomatoes a train had run over. I could see he was in misery, so I decided to put an end to it, forgetting that the sound of his gun would have attracted his men. I pulled my little pen knife and went for his neck, but I was interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Again, I was in motion. My legs were tired, but fear and the will to live kept me going until I got to your door.”

As Joe concluded his explanation of the ordeal, I looked at him and asked if he was sure that nobody had followed him. He looked at me in a weird manner, which meant I had insulted him, but he replied that he was sure. For hours, I preached to Joe, condemning his membership in the gang. After all, it was wrong and against the will of God. He told me that God judges based on what we believe, and he believed he was a Warrior. Therefore, when he died, he would dwell in that great place called Valhalla, the place where all great Warriors go. He pulled out his phone and asked for a charger since his battery was completely flat. After a while, his phone came on, and several messages rushed in. His fellow Warriors had been looking for him, so he sprang up and left. I felt relief, but not for long: He


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came back with his girlfriend, and I noticed that his shirt was torn and that there were bruises on his back. His men had drilled him for endangering his life and going into the enemy’s territory after they had sent him several distress messages. He pleaded with me to allow his girlfriend stay in my room until it got dark. I agreed, and he left.

His girlfriend, Uju, was a tall, fair, and beautiful girl. She had these eyes that made me wonder if she were a girl or Venus, my favourite Greek goddess. She looked innocent, and her soft but deep voice sounded like Toni Braxton. Everything about her was drop-dead sexy, and I could feel a little tension in my loins as I looked at her. Joe wasn’t the kind of guy you would want to mess with, though, so I quickly extricated every evil thought from my mind.

Uju looked at me, and her lips moved, but not a word came out (or was I too busy focusing on her lips to hear the words she spoke?). There was a similarity between Uju’s lips and Angelina Jolie’s. “What did you say?” I asked.

She replied, “Thanks.” Not waiting for a response, she continued. “Yesterday was terrible. Three boys burst into my room with guns to do heaven knows what, but luckily for me, one of them was my brother. He shook his head in disappointment and left. I could see fifty or more hiding in the dark outside. I was gripped with fear, so I tried to call Joe, but I couldn’t get through. I heard a gunshot and the footsteps of people running.”

Tears rushed down her cheeks. “I was so terrified,” she continued. “Scared to death that Joe would be killed, I rushed out of my room thinking I would see my brother, but the whole place was like a ghost town. I went back into my room, and seconds later, I could hear them coming back and assuming their positions. The next thing I knew, I heard a gunshot, and they all ran out again. This time, they came back with my brother, whose face was completely disfigured, and they began to administer first aid in my room.”

She paused for a while and held me close. My shirt absorbed her tears, and my hand patted her back. She continued. “In the morning, we took him


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to the hospital, and when I was taking my leave, Joe called me. I didn’t know what to do. How could he do such a thing to my brother? Finally, I answered, and he told me to meet him somewhere. I wanted to talk, but he told me there wasn’t time for that. He never listens to me. I just wonder what I am doing with him.”

I kept saying, “Uju, take it easy, okay?”

She looked me straight in the eye. It wasn’t just an ordinary look. She said, “Do you want me? If you don’t mind, I want you.” It was a tough decision, but her looks broke my defences, and I made the first move: a kiss. We both kept our eyes opened. It was weird, a mixture of pleasure, fear, and extreme paranoia. It was worth the risk.

The next day, which was a Sunday, I visited some friends, and we began to talk about the fracas. I was told it all started when a member of a gang called the Assassins mistakenly stepped on a rival’s foot. Without hesitation, the rival gave him a slap, which led to a small combat. The Assassin pulled his knife and stabbed the rival, who was a member of the Warrior gang. Blood spilled, and the Warrior echoed out the rescue word while the Assassin did the same. Instantly, a group of Assassins and Warriors arrived on the scene. Nobody waited for an explanation as bottles were smashed and gunshots were fired leaving many with wounds of various degrees as they all took to their heels in all directions. We all laughed, thanking God we didn`t belong to any gang because gangs remained in hidden places as they moved in groups with the fear of being shot dead.

Joe began to have problems with Uju after then. Uju began to flood my phone with text messages. One said, “My sweet charming you, don’t know what to say, but the truth must be told. You are not just good with listening alone but also in making a woman smile. My body begs for the feel of your touch, even if it would cost me my head.” I got scared, especially with the words “cost me my head,” because everything that happened that day was nothing but fun. I didn’t have a gun and wasn’t interested in picking a fight with Joe, who wasn’t scared of death. I deleted the message and asked




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myself why I tasted the forbidden fruit. Then I laughed and said to myself, “Once you go, you can’t go back.” problems

On this blessed day, Joe sent me a message saying he wanted to meet me at Swings, a cool hangout were boys like me rarely went for fear of the likes of Joe. I was gripped with total confusion. But being a man, I mounted my feet and marched there. Upon arrival, Joe looked me in the eye as if he were trying to read my mind. He was surrounded by five guys, crazy as hell, who were known for their notorious soft touch for triggers. Beer bottles adorned the plastic table, and cigarette smoke clouded the air while rap music played in the background. I took a seat, and he said to me, “Do I consider you as my brother?”

I replied, “Yes,” trying to hide my fear.

Then he continued. “Do you see us as bad people?” while pointing to the five guys behind him.

I let out a laugh, purely fake but full of emotion, accompanied by the word, “No.” Then one of them looked me in the eyes as he held his bottle of beer, and two things came to my mind. One, this guy was about to burst open my head with the bottle and disgrace me. Two, he may have wanted to kill me.

The guy who looked me in the eyes continued, “Then why aren’t you consuming your beer?” I smiled and took a big gulp. Then Joe continued, “Have you ever betrayed me?”

I whispered to myself, “Now I see what’s going on; it’s all about Uju.” So I replied, “No,” in a voice so thin and tiny.

Then Joe lifted his hand and rubbed my head as if I were a kid and let out this strange laugh. I expected a knock, but it didn’t come forth. The next words that came out of Joe’s mouth scared the hell out of me. “Do you think my girl, Uju, is beautiful?” For a second, I paused and thought that whatever answer I gave him would be wrong. So I looked Joe in the eyes as I held my bottle firmly, even though it shivered in my hands. I had read


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Religion / Re: A Library Of The Best 40 Atheist Arguments Against God/religion (NOW WITH PICS) by zubike01(m): 8:01pm On Jan 21, 2013
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Zubike, your argument is seriously flawed. It suffers from what philosophers call a "false analogy". The Analogy you used did not add to your argument, it merely oversimplified quite a complex issue. Also all Religions don't believe God is a Spirit. There is no God in Buddhism, only the Buddha that is there to lead one to his Nirvana and according to the Hindu principle of Transmigration, Life after death is not spending eternity singing hymns. After Death, the soul moves on to exist as a different life form, for example; when you die, it's possible for you to come back to earth as a goat according to Hinduism.
Let me school you a little on life after death also called imortality
"Immortality, I know we all have an idea of this concept, it means living for ever or being remembered for ever. Also it is an unending existence of the soul after physical death. The doctrine of immortality is common to many religions; in different cultures, however, it takes various forms, ranging from ultimate extinction of the soul to its final survival and the resurrection of the body. Heroes are immortal for their stories live on after them, the works of celebrities are captured in immortality for they would never be forgotten .The other definition of immortality has to do with Heaven the dwelling place of the gods and other spiritual beings. It has been described as a place or condition of perfect supernatural happiness for the redeemed in the afterlife. In Christianity, it is where God and the angels are believed to dwell. In Hinduism, the ultimate personal goal is considered absorption into the “universal spirit.” Buddhist doctrine promises nirvana, the state of complete bliss achieved through total extinction of the personality"(www.jollyrougeseries.com). That said am i still guilty of false anology. I actually enjoy this thread, unlike other Naira land thread normally people would results to insults and mockery.
Religion / Re: A Library Of The Best 40 Atheist Arguments Against God/religion (NOW WITH PICS) by zubike01(m): 8:20am On Jan 21, 2013
Logicboy03:


Unfortunately, religions/God are meant to be divine truth and not racist/xenophobic

1) Sceintists from around the world can use different methods and will reach the same conclusions. Two religions can't-

2) All religions are always revealed to certain people, never the whole world....are gods racist? Obatala for Yoruba people, Yaweh for Jews.

Is like saying why do people speak the different languages, all religions agree that God is a spirit all religions believe in life after death so what are you saying even scientist have different schools of thoughts.
Religion / Re: A Library Of The Best 40 Atheist Arguments Against God/religion (NOW WITH PICS) by zubike01(m): 7:50am On Jan 21, 2013
Logicboy03:


The law maker argument only applies to religions with holy books that have laws. Your religion doesnt have a holy book....only a story book. You wonder why your religion is dying.

Furthermore, your people couldnt write until the muslims and christians came. So, your story book has to be problematic

Thats whats why its so great and amazing we could preserve it despite all and trust me it is not dying its rampant in Cuba, America and Nigeria. It is even one of UNESCO's world indestructible heritage so get your facts right bro.
Religion / Re: Why Are Nigerians So Obsessed With Religion? by zubike01(m): 12:20pm On Jan 20, 2013
Nigerians are very religious because the economic situation of the country is messed up. People tend to cling closer to their believe when things are difficult, for religion provides hope for the hopeless it is also easier to blame ones mishaps as the action of an unseen greater force. I believe in Oludumare the supreme God that created the earth but the God i believe in doesn't have any business with the affairs of the earth.
Religion / Re: The Bible God Was An Alien Astronaut - Nothing More by zubike01(m): 11:56am On Jan 20, 2013
ifeness: This is very correct. My research about the extraterrestrial gods of Oshun Oshogbo lead mt to this articles.

I realize that several civilization all over the planet all have the same beliefs in gods coming from the sky. The most popular are the gods of the Bible.I have no doubt they were extraterrestrials.

Aliens are not Gods follow this link and get my point http://ancientaliensdebunked.com/ or watch on youtube
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j9w-i5oZqaQ

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Religion / Re: A Library Of The Best 40 Atheist Arguments Against God/religion (NOW WITH PICS) by zubike01(m): 5:44am On Jan 20, 2013
Well am done debunking the ones i feel are relevant most of your arguments are focused on Abrahamic religions and their flaws.
Religion / Re: A Library Of The Best 40 Atheist Arguments Against God/religion (NOW WITH PICS) by zubike01(m): 5:38am On Jan 20, 2013
cyrexx: [size=18pt]7)The Argument from Locality[/size]

The Argument from Locality runs as follows: Every religion currently being practiced on this planet, as well as every past religion which no longer has followers, has a definite, discernible origin in time and space. Even if the exact beginnings of a religion are murky, that religion still originated in a definite area and in a definite time period.


However, I argue that any god or gods which existed and which desired to reveal themselves to humanity would not do this - they would not provide a revelation to only one culture, at one time, in one place. There are several good reasons to believe this, and if it holds, then any religion which did have only a single point of origin cannot possibly be true. In short: The fact that all religions originated in one specific culture, at one specific time and place, points strongly to their being the product of that culture, time and place - and not the product of divine revelation.

The Argument from Locality is a valid argument against religion for the following reasons:


1. Any deity which desired to be believed in would reveal itself to everyone, not just to a specific person, culture, race or nation.
There can be no doubt that any religion that had it right would be universal. Modern science has taught us that all humans are the same on fundamental genetic and cognitive levels and that race is a social construct as much as it is a biological one. In light of these facts, it is not rational to insist that a god - plainly not a creature of biology, with no special ties or allegiance to any subgroup of humanity - would select any single specific people or ethnicity to be its chosen. (It can hardly be a coincidence that every religion which claims God has a chosen people was founded by those who claimed they were the chosen people.) It therefore follows that any god which founded a religion would probably provide its initial revelation to multiple peoples - preferably scattered throughout time and space, to ensure as wide a distribution of followers as possible - or, failing that, the initial revelation would be given to one group of people with instructions to spread it to others. But there are other points, detailed below, which tell against the second possibility; and while the first possibility would be virtually indisputable evidence of divine origin, it is a possibility which no known religion, present or past, embodies. It would be extraordinary for people from across the globe and throughout history who had no contact with each other to independently invent the exact same religion, without a god giving them all the same information through revelation. But again, this situation describes no religion in existence today or ever.

2. If there is a reward for believing, it is fundamentally unfair that some would receive more and more reliable evidence than others. An example may best elucidate this point. In Christianity, those who believe and worship God as he instructs are rewarded with a blissful eternity in Heaven. But not everyone has an equal chance to attain this reward. According to Christianity, some people, such as Jesus' apostles, were eyewitnesses to his life, his miracles, and his resurrection from the dead. Skeptics such as Doubting Thomas were able to assuage their doubts by examining Jesus' empty tomb and touching his resurrected body. But modern skeptics do not have access to this evidence. No one alive today witnessed any of Jesus' miracles, including the resurrection; even if they actually happened, the only evidence we now possess of them is a book, a copy of copies translated from an ancient language that contradicts itself in many places, that claims to contain the accounts of eyewitnesses. Even if Jesus' life happened exactly as the Bible describes it, the Bible itself is the only witness to that fact, and our historical knowledge is so murky and the evidence so scanty that some people have argued that Jesus never existed at all. But while people currently living must muddle through this tortuous mess if they are to arrive at the correct conclusion for salvation, that same conclusion was effortless for Jesus' contemporaries, those who were witnesses to his life and his ministry.

This cannot be considered fair. Why should God pick a small number of people and overwhelm them with so much first-hand evidence that their coming to the correct conclusion is virtually assured, while all the rest of us are forced to subsist on scraps of handed-down hearsay? Is salvation like winning the lottery - a matter of luck? How can God be a god of justice if he gives some people a much better chance than others?

The answer is: he cannot. If God's system of salvation is to be considered fair, then it must be a level playing field, giving everyone the same chance and the same evidence on which to base a decision. Plainly, in this case it is not. It does no good to say that the apostles who had first-hand evidence balanced this by paying in much greater persecution and hardship - many more recent Christians with nothing but hearsay to go on were subjected to persecutions at least as great for their faith. While I have used Christianity as an example, an analogous argument could be applied to any religion purportedly founded or sustained by specific miraculous events at a specific place and time.

3. If there is a punishment for not believing, it is fundamentally unfair that some would receive less evidence than others, or no evidence at all. This is the flip side of the previous point, but is different in subtle yet important ways. If a religion claims to be the exclusive way to salvation and threatens Hell for those who do not believe in it, then what happens to those who never even heard of it due to distance in time or space? What chance do they have of escaping damnation?

For example, if Christianity is the correct religion, then generation after generation - dozens of indigenous cultures, thousands of tribes, millions and millions of people - in North, Central and South America, in Europe, in Africa, in Asia, in Australia and Indonesia - all lived and died in total, tragic ignorance of the one true god, without ever being given a chance to know the love of Jesus or hear about the sacrifice he made. This holds true both for those people who lived before Jesus as well as those who lived during or after his time but before missionaries arrived there. They were never told about the Bible, never got to witness or benefit from any miracles, and never even had one single prophet raised up from among their number. Why did God neglect these people?

More importantly, what is the fate of those who never heard? Did they all go to Hell when they died, simply because God chose not to tell them the way to salvation? Or did they somehow get to Heaven without the redemptive powers of Jesus or even the Jewish law? And if so, if this is possible, then what was the point of sending Jesus or giving the law at all?

The Bible, supposedly God's instruction book to humanity, nowhere addresses this crucial problem. Since the Bible is supposed to contain all relevant information regarding God's plan of salvation, it is exceedingly strange and hard to explain, at least for those who believe in it, that it does not answer such an obviously important question. The most relevant thing it says is its dictum that no man gets to Heaven without Jesus Christ, which implies that all those millions of people who lived and died without ever hearing of him were all damned through no fault of their own, but merely because they were born in the wrong place or at the wrong time. This is horrendously unfair - an infinite atrocity from a god one of whose main characteristics is supposed to be justice.

Lacking biblical guidance, some Christian apologists have attempted to solve this problem themselves. But the answers they have come up with are extremely weak, self-evidently flawed, and give rise to more questions than they answer. A typical example can be found in Jack Chick's book "The Soul-Winner's Handy Guide", which hedges on the matter by offering a variety of poor solutions. Firstly, it claims that all people are sinners and that God always judges righteously, though this does not in any way answer the problem; in fact, it is a refusal to face the problem. Secondly, it asserts of these people that "God's laws are already written in their hearts". If that is the case, then why was it necessary for God to give the laws to anyone? Why do Christian groups today go to all the effort of sending missionaries to other countries if they will only tell people what they already know? And even if people do have such innate knowledge, this does not change the fact that those who were born elsewhere and elsewhen still had much less evidence to go on than those who lived in a time and a place where God was regularly dispensing miracles. Surely the vague promptings of conscience cannot be as powerful an impetus toward salvation as an eyewitness experience to the power of God. Finally, Chick's book reluctantly offers, "Perhaps God, in his foreknowledge, had already known these people would not believe even if they were presented the gospel." This is ludicrous. Are we to believe that in all these cultures - millions of people who lived throughout thousands of years - there wasn't one single person who would have accepted the gospel if he had heard it? Humans are not so monolithic and never have been. And when Christian missionaries did arrive to conquer and colonize these cultures, they seemed to have little enough difficulty finding converts.

Besides, throughout the New Testament, God repeatedly reveals his message to people whom he must know will reject it. (See Matthew 10:5-6, for example, where Jesus tells his disciples to go and preach to the Jews, despite his lamentation in chapter 8 that most if not all of them are going to Hell.) And this does make sense. After all, if God had decided not to reveal his message to people whom he knows will not accept it, there would be no reason for him to reveal his message to anyone at all. He could just use his omniscient foreknowledge to pick out the people who would accept it if they heard it, save them, and condemn the rest. For Christians to say that God places a high emphasis on evangelism, then turn around and say that he doesn't bother spreading his word to everyone, is profoundly inconsistent, not to mention unjust.

Similar situations arise with many other religions. According to Judaism, God chose the Israelites as his people and gave his laws only to them. So what happens to everyone else? Do they have no chance? Is God a racist, condemning people to eternal exclusion from his kingdom based on the situation of their birth? Likewise Islam. Does the Qur'an, God's final revelation to humankind, anywhere explicitly tell us the fate of those who lived and died without ever hearing of monotheism? Since Allah states he does not forgive idolatry, are the pagans and polytheists of ancient times damned to infinite torment for circumstances beyond their control?

4.A religion which strongly reflects the beliefs of its time is more likely to be a product of its time than of revelation. If a given religion was purely the invention of human beings, we would expect that that religion would bear similarities to its culture of origin. On the other hand, a transcendent or all-knowing deity, or even one that was merely far wiser than human beings, would not be limited by what was known or believed at the time he dispensed a revelation, but could provide new information of which people were not previously aware and which did not correspond to any concepts in their experience. However, when we examine religions, we find that the former and not the latter situation invariably applies.

Christianity, again, is a perfect example of this. The theology of this religion blends apocalyptic fears, Jewish monotheistic ideals, Greek ethical philosophy, and the worship practices and beliefs of the mystery cults at precisely the time when those things were mixing at a cosmopolitan crossroads of the Roman Empire. Granted, God could decide to reveal his wisdom to humanity at a time and place when it would exactly resemble a syncretistic fusion of the prevailing theologies of the day. However, all else being equal, the principle of Occam's Razor should lead us to conclude that it is nothing more than that. Positing a deity is an extra assumption that is not necessary and gives no additional explanatory power to any attempt to explain the origins of the Christian religion.

Another way in which this aspect of the Argument from Locality applies is in regard to those religious tenets which state beliefs and approve practices that were widely agreed upon at the time, but that today are recognized to be false or morally wrong. One particularly glaring example is the way the Christian and Jewish scriptures both implicitly and explicitly approve of the practices of human slavery and the institutional inequality of women. Likewise, these writings show no special insight into the workings of the universe other than what was widely known to the people of their time, and make many mistakes common to those who lived in that era - for example, the belief that mental illness and physical disability were caused by demon possession. Again, under the Argument from Locality this is exactly what we should expect: these religions, being the product of those time periods, cannot be expected to show knowledge advanced beyond what the people of those periods possessed.

In closing, consider what would refute the Argument from Locality. We could have found ourselves living in a world with only one religion, spread throughout the globe, with prophets from among every people. We could have found that, when we first contacted isolated native tribes, their religion was identical to one that already existed rather than being entirely their own. We could have found religions that bore no resemblance to the culture of their time and place of origin, in possession of advanced scientific knowledge or advanced ethical principles totally unlike what was commonly believed at the time. These are reasonable things to expect if there really was a god genuinely interested in revealing itself to humanity and being worshipped.

But in reality, we find none of these things. What we find are numerous contradictory and conflicting religions, some with specific "chosen" races or ethnicities, and the further separated they are in time and space, the more their beliefs clash. When we encounter previously isolated tribes, their religions are always new and unique. When we examine the ethical codes and scientific knowledge of religions, they always bear strong resemblances to the times and places where those religions originated. Under the assumption of atheism, this is precisely what we should expect.

One could, of course, argue that this does not prove anything, that God deliberately intended things to be this way. Maybe he has reasons of his own, unknowable to us, for sending his messengers to only one people. Maybe he decided not to disclose advanced knowledge to primitive people. Maybe he allows evil spirits to delude people into creating false religions. Maybe, maybe, maybe - but that is precisely the point. When one believes in supernatural beings that can violate the laws of nature at will and that have motivations inscrutable to humans, all grounds for believing one proposition over another vanish, all knowledge disappears. There is no longer any reason to expect any state of affairs rather than any other. Such a doctrine is impossible to falsify and leads to nothing but epistemic chaos. In explaining anything, theism turns out to explain nothing.

But atheism does not have the luxury of infinitely imaginative explanations unconstrained by fact. Given a few first principles - physical laws and observations whose existence no one disputes - atheism requires that the world can only be one way, and that is the way we in fact find it to be. Believers may argue why God set up the world in just the one way we would expect it to be if he did not exist, but for a freethinker, the conclusion is obvious.

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Your argument here isn't strong when a scientist does a research the news spreads around his immediate environment 1st. Other scientist would then carry out the same experiment following the scientist guideline and find out if they get the same result. So if i tell you i can communicate with my God all you have to do is follow my guide lines, do exactly what i do and if you don't get an epiphany you can now say my God doesn't exist.

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Religion / Re: A Library Of The Best 40 Atheist Arguments Against God/religion (NOW WITH PICS) by zubike01(m): 5:17am On Jan 20, 2013
ifeness:

I seldom read book these days,but the internet has been very usefulll. The days of ready books will soon be over lol.....even at the learning centres

Ok nice please i would appreciate it if you could have a look @ my novel and give me a feed back http://www.jollyrougeseries.com/?page_id=51
Religion / Re: A Library Of The Best 40 Atheist Arguments Against God/religion (NOW WITH PICS) by zubike01(m): 5:15am On Jan 20, 2013
ifeness:

If you consider Olodumare to be "supreme", then he will always be supreme to you. In my own reality, Olodumare doesn't exist. Ones i am out of my body, i become omnipotent and all knowing.

THATS your believe so you are indirectly saying you are going to be an Orisha one day that is your Ori talking. Olodumare sent us here to gain experience You even belief in life after death. My brother you are not a atheist then but a free soul who wants to live life without any obligation to a superior beign thats a good thing the Ifa religion says whatever path you find happiness follow it let me share an Odu with u.

The verse tells the story of two friends who people claimed they were inseparable. Esu heard this and decided to put their friendship to the test. The two friends had a farm which shared a boundary. So Esu wore a Hat which was completely black on the Left and completely red on the right after which he walked along the border singing a melodious song aloud. Later on the two friends were discussing and one of them mentioned the fellow who walked through their farm singing melodies and his funny looking black cap the other shared a laughed but corrected him that it was a red cap. They began to argue about it till it lets to an exchange of furious fisticuff. Esu turned up and stopped the fight and explained that it was him and hat was red on one side and black on the other. That was how Esu demonstrated that people quarrel because people see things from different angles.

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