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Please don't doubt me when I say that some people can brag for the seven continents of the world. That's how I met one lady who bragged that she can collect seven bullets for the one she love. But then, her love appeared and was being dragged and molested for no just cause by one ruffian guy. Then right there before her very face the ruffian guy said and I quote him: " See o, I'll slap this man o. I say I will disfigure this idiot face o." I thought I was going to see the lady fulfill her promise right there before me considering the believe that the issue would be a minor one to her since bullet was not involved. But to my greatest surprise, she kept mum and even began to tremble. The ruffian guy quickly noticed that she was trembling. Grabbing her by the arm, he asked in an angry tone and I quote him :"Hey bitch, do you know him?" At this juncture, she trembled the more and almost lost complete control of her limps. The ruffian guy shouted ...

When I was a kid nothing gave me more joy like moonlight plays. On such fun times, we used to sing, tell stories and play a lot. One of the songs we used to sing which I can't forget in a hurry is what I'm gonna share now. The title of the song is: "An Old Woman Inside the Shoe" Here are the lines: [ There lives an old Woman, Whose house is inside the Shoe, She has many children, But she could not feed them all, She gives them garri, But does not give them soup, She flogs them with Koboko, And sends them to sleep.(x2) Hum! hum!! hum!! If you look out the window, You'll see that old Woman Who lives inside the Shoe. ] I used to love this song. But the truth is that I don't know the original owner of the song and what inspired him or her to compose it. We just loved it. If you remember those fun times in your early days as a kid similar to mine please share it with us via the comment box. We'll love to hear about them.

Since I was born and now I am getting old I have never seen any insect as disrespectful as the #Housefly. Whether you're a Governor, President or Deputy god , that one doesn't give a damn about who you are; it perches on you and on your food at will with impunity if you mistakenly enter its territory. The best you can do is to peel your skin or pour your food or wine in an attempt to attack it. I still remember vividly how a high profile man from my community poured his glass of beer into the pepper soup he was busy doing justice to in an attempt to attack a common fly who wanted to have its own share of the beer. I was like: " Haba ! Baba, you should have allowed the fly to partake of the national cake nah ." But truth is that those creatures could be very very disrespectful. Now, the Sixty-four Thousand Dollar Question is, who's gonna teach them manners?

Joy and Sorrow are Next-door Neighbours. This story is set to portray how the moment of joy could suddenly be replaced by sorrow and mourning if caution is not taken seriously. DISCLAIMERS : The story is a tragic one. You might have heard it somewhere before. It might be that it happened in your locality. It might also be that this is the first time you are going to hear it. But truth is that I'm only employing it to teach an important lesson. There lived a married couple who had been in the marriage union for some good number of years without the cry of a baby in their home. They appeared to be infertile. However, the couple tried all they could medically and prayerfully to make it happen but all their efforts proved abortive. They finally decided to wait on God to accomplish his will. As it is to be expected, God finally visited them and blessed them with two bouncing baby boys (twins). " Finally, a ray of light brighter than what we could ever imagine has been shone ...

Some people will just be murdering songs anyhow. Just imagine what I heard when I walked past one Church during one of their thunderous service session. If you're one of their members, you'll relate to this song. The following lines are what some of the the Choristers rendered during their Praise and Worship session: Here it goes: [ G-over is your name, G-over is your name eh, Nineteenth warriors, Eighteen Battle, G-over is your name.] Having known the original version of the song, I almost screamed out loud to the hearing of the pastor on the pulpit inside the church when I heard those lines being twisted to what I can't even imagine. Here's the original version of the song as I know: [ Jehovah is your name, Jehovah is your name eh, Mighty warrior, Great in Battle, Jehovah is your name.] Seriously, I fear some church Choristers. If they could murder an ordinary song like this, what about human beings?