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advanceDNA:logic kè, he go wait tire. Imagine the the lady calling the intended abusêr an emotional intelligent lady, but if a guy knows his way around ladies, having them the way he wants, she won't said he "got games", naa dog and unprintable names she will be calling him. But now it's men abs like her, she spending all her gaslighting and manipulative tactics to white-washer the psycho of a girlfriend. 1 Like |
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odinson1:exactly bro, is like someone asking a lady if he ràpê her, is she going to report to the police, and she said yes. Imagine the man now started labeling her a snitch' for wanting to report sexual mølêstàtîon done by him to her. And she's trying to convince us that she ain't biased, but she kept victimizing the victim and shielding the intended ab that she didn't mean no harm. 1 Like |
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Ayobami7:so funwon Kan gbø, Awon ōmō ale gbøgbo. Aaseyi atunsemi si, asese tun se. |
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seborrhic:like Nnamdi kanu and the content creator from Finland dey sacrifice you guys every Monday? |
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WhoIBe:clap for yourself, but on Monday you can't even go out to fetch water in Anambra? |
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ideatoprince18:but you people can seat at home every Monday of the week? So unbarbaric of you guys. 1 Like |
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Dey play, they will do it in the daytime, if you are not convenient with it go back to Jerusalem or Mecca. Sit at home in the East every Monday, schools are been closed during Ramadan and every Friday in the North. So naa my one day festival now be una problem, u beta die! 5 Likes 1 Share |
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MichaelUweh:no matter what.........? Dey play, until she held your bikolo for ten minutes and comot it for you. Your eyes go clear. Don't you know saying no matter what is like given her blank check, what she will write the amount your generations won't be able to pay. 2 Likes |
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Makinaki:so when was he supposed to arrive, after he have checked in online already, for a domestic flight oh, hun, I'm asking you Emeka. 5 Likes |
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Gerrard59:dey play. |
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RightChannel:Is like saying APC should give LP time to shine. Who gave a fvck about anyone, you f8ght for it nothing is given. 1 Like 1 Share |
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Bro, all what you need is to travel out to a place where your mind will be at ease that you are save when commuting. I have the same fear like you (but doesn't reach ur level), when I dey naija anytime someone is traveling or I'm traveling I always say aurevoir in my mind, what mostly triggered it was the deadly accident I have seen happening, the religion people telling you so many people went out and didn't came back, the news headlines always glorifying/sweet-quoating gashtly accidents like it's normal, hit and run, people not obeying traffic sign, unworthy motors on the bad road, police people, fulani people and the terrorist bandits. But, since I have been to like a year now, I believe 90% if I went out I will come back home. If I have an accident within minutes rescue will arrive, everybody is their brother's keeper. I even love going out more now. My prayer now is that if I want to come home 2 years now, make the thought no come back, because with what I'm hearing at home, I dey fear for people at home. |
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Love800:please. |
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Where I am, petroleum products, gas and goods are been transport at night, through train.
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This is €1.50 in .
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Divorce straight!
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The former presidential aspirant condemned the use of old men as NANS executives, he argue they must be undergraduate students with valid matric numbers.
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I WILL NOT PRAY FOR VDM I will not pray for VDM. I won't beg you to cry for him. Don’t cry for him, Cry for yourselves— You, the blind men dancing in the fire, Thinking it’s disco lights. I won’t pray for VeryDarkMan, He doesn’t need your pity-prayers. He’s not the lamb—he’s the knife. He’s not the fallen—he’s the finger pointing At your decay wrapped in perfume. I won’t pray against GTB. I won’t waste breath on the EFCC That’s become a comedy skit in a uniform. No— I pray for you. You, who sip your tea While the country burns from the handle up. You, who wear chains But call them bracelets from Dubai. You, the goat on the grill, Smiling at the aroma of your own flesh, Boasting of the seasoning As if death tastes like jollof. I pray for you, The man who claps for the hangman Because he thinks the rope is a necktie. I pray for the woman Who posts Bible verses on Sunday But defends oppressors on Monday. I won’t pray for justice— Justice doesn’t beg. Justice walks in shadows And kicks doors when it’s tired of waiting. Don’t cry for him— Cry for your sons who will grow up thinking Silence is a survival strategy. Cry for your daughters Who will inherit your fear like family land. You cheer as they lock up VDM, You throw a party because your corrupt uncle’s name Was almost dropped like cold amala on a clean shirt. You celebrate— A pig clapping because the butcher spared him today, Forgetting tomorrow is market day. You, roasted grasshopper, Shining with oil That drips not from joy But from the fire consuming your spine. You call it "blessing" While your bones weep. You tweet “good riddance” When the voice that dared to speak Is dragged, gagged, and stomped on, But your turn will come— Not by prophecy, but by pattern. Your silence is a signature on your own verdict. I won’t pray against the thieves in office, They have overdosed on prayers— They eat Ramens of Amen like chin chin. Their pastors anoint their hands That dip into pension funds. I won’t waste breath on the thieves— They’ve turned prayer houses into laundromats. Their altars are built with stolen bricks, Their holy water is the people’s tears. Let them feast— The same teeth that chew the nation Will gnaw their own hearts when the plate is empty. I pray for you. You who think immunity is woven into your agbada, That your connections are bulletproof vests… Nemesis drives a danfo with no brakes, And your bus stop is already marked. You who dance on the graves of the brave, Don’t forget— The ground re footsteps And tombs don't forgive applause. Don’t cry for VDM— Cry for yourself. Cry for the day you beg for a savior, But all the brave ones are buried Beneath the rubble of your applause. Because one day, There’ll be no voice left to shout When your child is dragged from a bus For a crime invented on paper. When your salary disappears Into someone’s offshore . When you scream for help And the only answer Is your echo. Cry for yourself— You who were born a lion But trained by the system to only Bark. ~ By Graciano.
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Homeboiy:then stop whining and make papa proud. |
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Homeboiy:who sent you to dey repair phone? 5 Likes |
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dettolgel:dey whine yourself. Friend no dey kee friend?, monogamy no dey kill each other? |
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Samantha125:aren't you guys objectifying yourself? 17 Likes |
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I dey feel the beginning, but he lost lost his tempo mid way.
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ERockson:"VDM force EFCC to arrest Bob" Hear yourself, bro just sit this out. You are nothing but Joe Budden. |
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They collected something that's working from you, and gave you a book written by your colonial masters. Your mumu neva do?
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RIP my adopted mum, I love you so much. You thought me a lot about life. Thanks for gracing us with your sweet voice. I love you mom.
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Mervingreat:yes, it's our priority. Till the president woke up one day and extended his tenure indefinitely? You guys are dull. 10 Likes |
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Sowore is the man!
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Blankstare:you are a lair, he's not a US citizen. 1 Like 1 Share |
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DaddyCoool:true true, you never jam omo lile. Three years ago, I dey RRS Cell. They carry one ikariko come. Naa from the boy cell president sent to collect cell money from him he started the beating, he beat the boy so bad, president wey everybody dey fear self fear. Everybody started calling officers to come and carry their load he almost kill someone. One of the RRS officer enter, the officer gave him a sounding slap, he retaliate immediately with a more sounding one. The officer can't believe it, he shouted yee, his fellow officers hear his cry they rush in, all of them descend on him, he's also wiggling his punch out of them. They handcuff him so tight and gave him a beaten, blood coming out of his deformed mouth, but still he no gree. You will be hearing him shouting Marcus Ogundola (the OC), laying big big curse on him for how his boys beat him, everybody in the cell just dey look, including the president. When the handcuffs started paining him, he became like a mad dog, pursuing everybody all about, we all kept shouting they should come and carry their mad man oh. They removed him from the cell, uncuff him. The next hour he's at the canter they kept him, asking people what brought them, acting like solicitor for the new commer. If any new police comes and ask why is he not in the cell, the other officers will ask him to leave him like that. That's when his craziness will start again, naa beg dem dey beg am last last. His case naa public disturbance, naa the second day he comot. They asked for his people to come and bailed him, he said he's his people. |
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