phemmylink:
Mine is such an unfortunate scenerio, I remember a particular night when I was courting my wife, the picture is still very much clear in my memory. I went to visit and it was getting late for me to leave, she suggested I sleep over at her dad's, I refused coz I had work to do when I get home.
While we were on our way to the bus stop to pick a cab, at the tail end of the junction we noticed some group of people shouting thief, and some dudes running after another, as a sharp Yoruba boy in Jtown were Hausa was the common language, I told her and her brother that we should let em chase whoever it is they are chasing and let's just go about our business ones they run past us.

Before I could say John Thomas, her brother took off after them, and those Hausa dudes left the main thief and took off after him, my dear the whole thing tired to a Roya rumble, my wife to be also took off after the idiot boy calling his name to stop running, my brother, I had to follow suit as a good brother in law to be, the boy was running as if some demons where pursuing him, he kept on running and we kept running after him till they lost hope because they couldn't catch up with Hussein Bolt. When they noticed they couldn't get him, they decended on me, I was the only foreigner in their angwa, it wasn't a joke, they started speaking profusely in Hausa language, I didn't understand what they were says and before I knew what's up, clubs and sticks descended on me, they said I muddled in between them that I was actually the thief and my brother in-law was my accomplice.

I received the beating of my life that day. But all through this beatings, this girl didn't leave my side, she was taking the blows for me all through before they discovered her brother in-law hiding in the poultry and due to the rukus cause by the chase her mom came to our aid and because it was night they later discovered they were residents in the area, but before that time, they have beating me wella, I can't forget this day, these amongst many reasons is why I married my wife. We later discovered that the thief was one of those boys in the area, he ran into the area to hide and his friends used me as cover up for his acts.

She took some blows for me, shielded me and made sure those dudes know I was not a thief even though I didn't hear anything they were saying... It's a day to remember for me, and any time she does something nasty to me now, i make myself remember this day before I act or do something irrational.

phemmylink:
Mine is such an unfortunate scenerio, I remember a particular night when I was courting my wife, the picture is still very much clear in my memory. I went to visit and it was getting late for me to leave, she suggested I sleep over at her dad's, I refused coz I had work to do when I get home.
While we were on our way to the bus stop to pick a cab, at the tail end of the junction we noticed some group of people shouting thief, and some dudes running after another, as a sharp Yoruba boy in Jtown were Hausa was the common language, I told her and her brother that we should let em chase whoever it is they are chasing and let's just go about our business ones they run past us.

Before I could say John Thomas, her brother took off after them, and those Hausa dudes left the main thief and took off after him, my dear the whole thing tired to a Roya rumble, my wife to be also took off after the idiot boy calling his name to stop running, my brother, I had to follow suit as a good brother in law to be, the boy was running as if some demons where pursuing him, he kept on running and we kept running after him till they lost hope because they couldn't catch up with Hussein Bolt. When they noticed they couldn't get him, they decended on me, I was the only foreigner in their angwa, it wasn't a joke, they started speaking profusely in Hausa language, I didn't understand what they were says and before I knew what's up, clubs and sticks descended on me, they said I muddled in between them that I was actually the thief and my brother in-law was my accomplice.

I received the beating of my life that day. But all through this beatings, this girl didn't leave my side, she was taking the blows for me all through before they discovered her brother in-law hiding in the poultry and due to the rukus cause by the chase her mom came to our aid and because it was night they later discovered they were residents in the area, but before that time, they have beating me wella, I can't forget this day, these amongst many reasons is why I married my wife. We later discovered that the thief was one of those boys in the area, he ran into the area to hide and his friends used me as cover up for his acts.

She took some blows for me, shielded me and made sure those dudes know I was not a thief even though I didn't hear anything they were saying... It's a day to remember for me, and any time she does something nasty to me now, i make myself remember this day before I act or do something irrational.

Polydoctor1:
I actually marry her cos i pray to GOD that my wife to be should be within d same context as my work in church as a chorister,she is also a hard working lady cos she learn a very good trade from her parent and she support me financially while courting.we have married for 7years plus nw wit 3 sound boys n i av neva regret marrying her.

phemmylink:
Mine is such an unfortunate scenerio, I remember a particular night when I was courting my wife, the picture is still very much clear in my memory. I went to visit and it was getting late for me to leave, she suggested I sleep over at her dad's, I refused coz I had work to do when I get home.
While we were on our way to the bus stop to pick a cab, at the tail end of the junction we noticed some group of people shouting thief, and some dudes running after another, as a sharp Yoruba boy in Jtown were Hausa was the common language, I told her and her brother that we should let em chase whoever it is they are chasing and let's just go about our business ones they run past us.

Before I could say John Thomas, her brother took off after them, and those Hausa dudes left the main thief and took off after him, my dear the whole thing tired to a Roya rumble, my wife to be also took off after the idiot boy calling his name to stop running, my brother, I had to follow suit as a good brother in law to be, the boy was running as if some demons where pursuing him, he kept on running and we kept running after him till they lost hope because they couldn't catch up with Hussein Bolt. When they noticed they couldn't get him, they decended on me, I was the only foreigner in their angwa, it wasn't a joke, they started speaking profusely in Hausa language, I didn't understand what they were says and before I knew what's up, clubs and sticks descended on me, they said I muddled in between them that I was actually the thief and my brother in-law was my accomplice.

I received the beating of my life that day. But all through this beatings, this girl didn't leave my side, she was taking the blows for me all through before they discovered her brother in-law hiding in the poultry and due to the rukus cause by the chase her mom came to our aid and because it was night they later discovered they were residents in the area, but before that time, they have beating me wella, I can't forget this day, these amongst many reasons is why I married my wife. We later discovered that the thief was one of those boys in the area, he ran into the area to hide and his friends used me as cover up for his acts.

She took some blows for me, shielded me and made sure those dudes know I was not a thief even though I didn't hear anything they were saying... It's a day to remember for me, and any time she does something nasty to me now, i make myself remember this day before I act or do something irrational.

phemmylink:
Mine is such an unfortunate scenerio, I remember a particular night when I was courting my wife, the picture is still very much clear in my memory. I went to visit and it was getting late for me to leave, she suggested I sleep over at her dad's, I refused coz I had work to do when I get home.
While we were on our way to the bus stop to pick a cab, at the tail end of the junction we noticed some group of people shouting thief, and some dudes running after another, as a sharp Yoruba boy in Jtown were Hausa was the common language, I told her and her brother that we should let em chase whoever it is they are chasing and let's just go about our business ones they run past us.

Before I could say John Thomas, her brother took off after them, and those Hausa dudes left the main thief and took off after him, my dear the whole thing tired to a Roya rumble, my wife to be also took off after the idiot boy calling his name to stop running, my brother, I had to follow suit as a good brother in law to be, the boy was running as if some demons where pursuing him, he kept on running and we kept running after him till they lost hope because they couldn't catch up with Hussein Bolt. When they noticed they couldn't get him, they decended on me, I was the only foreigner in their angwa, it wasn't a joke, they started speaking profusely in Hausa language, I didn't understand what they were says and before I knew what's up, clubs and sticks descended on me, they said I muddled in between them that I was actually the thief and my brother in-law was my accomplice.

I received the beating of my life that day. But all through this beatings, this girl didn't leave my side, she was taking the blows for me all through before they discovered her brother in-law hiding in the poultry and due to the rukus cause by the chase her mom came to our aid and because it was night they later discovered they were residents in the area, but before that time, they have beating me wella, I can't forget this day, these amongst many reasons is why I married my wife. We later discovered that the thief was one of those boys in the area, he ran into the area to hide and his friends used me as cover up for his acts.

She took some blows for me, shielded me and made sure those dudes know I was not a thief even though I didn't hear anything they were saying... It's a day to remember for me, and any time she does something nasty to me now, i make myself remember this day before I act or do something irrational.

777Likes9Shares:
Makes no sense to me tho

Stevyne:
You still never sell this phone

777Likes9Shares:
Makes no sense to me tho

Rozcol:
So receiving blows on his behalf is the only thing I can do to prove my love for him abi? I'll help him shout and cry but I can't take blows,its painful.

GIdiata:


but a man is expected to take blows for u abi?

the highlighted only came because someone quoted. It was never in your mind.

Ishilove:

Something happened in my presence. My male cousins are always at loggerheads with each other because the younger one is a complete jerk with no respect for anyone. His brother is older by 5 years, but that doesn't deter Cousin Jerk from being disrespectful. Cousin Jerk vandalised his older brother's vehicle because he is a wicked person, and it took their parents intervention for the older one not to 'murderlize' Cousin Jerk for this evil act.

So one Sunday, the family went to church except for the enfant terriblé of the family who stayed behind to forment evil. The family were driving back from the service when they saw Cousin Jerk in the midst of some hooligans. He had gone to meet them to see if he could take some of them to go and beat up a clergyman who had the effrontery to report his misdeeds to his mother. However, it seemed like Cousin Jerk, in the process of trying to pay them, had started giving them orders. This did not go down well with the thugs. They started roughing up Cousin Jerk. One brought out a butcher knife and was about to strike Cousin Jerk when his older brother sprang like James Bond from the vehicle and tackled the thug to the ground. Mind you, Cousin Jerk and his brother were not on talking terms. His older brother had disowned him and vowed that even if he sees his younger brother in trouble, he will not intervene because the boy was a wicked and evil person. The damage this boy did to his brothers car was worth more than 100k and his older brother was still very bitter about it.

All na mouth. When danger came knocking, older brother instinctively fought danger to protect his blood. Instinct. That's what love does. It breaks down barriers. When older brother jumped in defence of his satanically evil sibling, his phone fell and one leg of his pam sandals flew to one corner, but he did not notice it because all his attention was focused on not allowing that butcher knife touch his brother. I'm the one who exited the vehicle to pick the phone and slippers.

That's love.

phemmylink:
Mine is such an unfortunate scenerio, I remember a particular night when I was courting my wife, the picture is still very much clear in my memory. I went to visit and it was getting late for me to leave, she suggested I sleep over at her dad's, I refused coz I had work to do when I get home.
While we were on our way to the bus stop to pick a cab, at the tail end of the junction we noticed some group of people shouting thief, and some dudes running after another, as a sharp Yoruba boy in Jtown were Hausa was the common language, I told her and her brother that we should let em chase whoever it is they are chasing and let's just go about our business ones they run past us.

Before I could say John Thomas, her brother took off after them, and those Hausa dudes left the main thief and took off after him, my dear the whole thing tired to a Roya rumble, my wife to be also took off after the idiot boy calling his name to stop running, my brother, I had to follow suit as a good brother in law to be, the boy was running as if some demons where pursuing him, he kept on running and we kept running after him till they lost hope because they couldn't catch up with Hussein Bolt. When they noticed they couldn't get him, they decended on me, I was the only foreigner in their angwa, it wasn't a joke, they started speaking profusely in Hausa language, I didn't understand what they were says and before I knew what's up, clubs and sticks descended on me, they said I muddled in between them that I was actually the thief and my brother in-law was my accomplice.

I received the beating of my life that day. But all through this beatings, this girl didn't leave my side, she was taking the blows for me all through before they discovered her brother in-law hiding in the poultry and due to the rukus cause by the chase her mom came to our aid and because it was night they later discovered they were residents in the area, but before that time, they have beating me wella, I can't forget this day, these amongst many reasons is why I married my wife. We later discovered that the thief was one of those boys in the area, he ran into the area to hide and his friends used me as cover up for his acts.

She took some blows for me, shielded me and made sure those dudes know I was not a thief even though I didn't hear anything they were saying... It's a day to remember for me, and any time she does something nasty to me now, i make myself remember this day before I act or do something irrational.

phemmylink:
Mine is such an unfortunate scenerio, I remember a particular night when I was courting my wife, the picture is still very much clear in my memory. I went to visit and it was getting late for me to leave, she suggested I sleep over at her dad's, I refused coz I had work to do when I get home.
While we were on our way to the bus stop to pick a cab, at the tail end of the junction we noticed some group of people shouting thief, and some dudes running after another, as a sharp Yoruba boy in Jtown were Hausa was the common language, I told her and her brother that we should let em chase whoever it is they are chasing and let's just go about our business ones they run past us.

Before I could say John Thomas, her brother took off after them, and those Hausa dudes left the main thief and took off after him, my dear the whole thing tired to a Roya rumble, my wife to be also took off after the idiot boy calling his name to stop running, my brother, I had to follow suit as a good brother in law to be, the boy was running as if some demons where pursuing him, he kept on running and we kept running after him till they lost hope because they couldn't catch up with Hussein Bolt. When they noticed they couldn't get him, they decended on me, I was the only foreigner in their angwa, it wasn't a joke, they started speaking profusely in Hausa language, I didn't understand what they were says and before I knew what's up, clubs and sticks descended on me, they said I muddled in between them that I was actually the thief and my brother in-law was my accomplice.

I received the beating of my life that day. But all through this beatings, this girl didn't leave my side, she was taking the blows for me all through before they discovered her brother in-law hiding in the poultry and due to the rukus cause by the chase her mom came to our aid and because it was night they later discovered they were residents in the area, but before that time, they have beating me wella, I can't forget this day, these amongst many reasons is why I married my wife. We later discovered that the thief was one of those boys in the area, he ran into the area to hide and his friends used me as cover up for his acts.

She took some blows for me, shielded me and made sure those dudes know I was not a thief even though I didn't hear anything they were saying... It's a day to remember for me, and any time she does something nasty to me now, i make myself remember this day before I act or do something irrational.

Ishilove:

Something happened in my presence. My male cousins are always at loggerheads with each other because the younger one is a complete jerk with no respect for anyone. His brother is older by 5 years, but that doesn't deter Cousin Jerk from being disrespectful. Cousin Jerk vandalised his older brother's vehicle because he is a wicked person, and it took their parents intervention for the older one not to 'murderlize' Cousin Jerk for this evil act.

So one Sunday, the family went to church except for the enfant terriblé of the family who stayed behind to forment evil. The family were driving back from the service when they saw Cousin Jerk in the midst of some hooligans. He had gone to meet them to see if he could take some of them to go and beat up a clergyman who had the effrontery to report his misdeeds to his mother. However, it seemed like Cousin Jerk, in the process of trying to pay them, had started giving them orders. This did not go down well with the thugs. They started roughing up Cousin Jerk. One brought out a butcher knife and was about to strike Cousin Jerk when his older brother sprang like James Bond from the vehicle and tackled the thug to the ground. Mind you, Cousin Jerk and his brother were not on talking terms. His older brother had disowned him and vowed that even if he sees his younger brother in trouble, he will not intervene because the boy was a wicked and evil person. The damage this boy did to his brothers car was worth more than 100k and his older brother was still very bitter about it.

All na mouth. When danger came knocking, older brother instinctively fought danger to protect his blood. Instinct. That's what love does. It breaks down barriers. When older brother jumped in defence of his satanically evil sibling, his phone fell and one leg of his pam sandals flew to one corner, but he did not notice it because all his attention was focused on not allowing that butcher knife touch his brother. I'm the one who exited the vehicle to pick the phone and slippers.

That's love.

Ishilove:

His point is she joined in receiving the beating. There is a difference between staying behind but avoiding beating, and staying behind and willingly chopping beating.

Rozcol:
If they are plenty I'll run to the police station but if they are few beating him I'll help him shout and cry for help. Yes a man can take blows because they are more powerful physically so its no big deal.No man should even expect a woman to receive blows on his behalf

ford101:
I have the Feelings that you are the bad blood between this brother's.even the way you call the younger brother evil.just like my older brothers wife will like to discribe me.only that my older brother is as weak as a woman.he can't fight and can't defend any body in a fight.women are always the problem we men have

Ishilove:

Something happened in my presence. My male cousins are always at loggerheads with each other because the younger one is a complete jerk with no respect for anyone. His brother is older by 5 years, but that doesn't deter Cousin Jerk from being disrespectful. Cousin Jerk vandalised his older brother's vehicle because he is a wicked person, and it took their parents intervention for the older one not to 'murderlize' Cousin Jerk for this evil act.

So one Sunday, the family went to church except for the enfant terriblé of the family who stayed behind to forment evil. The family were driving back from the service when they saw Cousin Jerk in the midst of some hooligans. He had gone to meet them to see if he could take some of them to go and beat up a clergyman who had the effrontery to report his misdeeds to his mother. However, it seemed like Cousin Jerk, in the process of trying to pay them, had started giving them orders. This did not go down well with the thugs. They started roughing up Cousin Jerk. One brought out a butcher knife and was about to strike Cousin Jerk when his older brother sprang like James Bond from the vehicle and tackled the thug to the ground. Mind you, Cousin Jerk and his brother were not on talking terms. His older brother had disowned him and vowed that even if he sees his younger brother in trouble, he will not intervene because the boy was a wicked and evil person. The damage this boy did to his brothers car was worth more than 100k and his older brother was still very bitter about it.

All na mouth. When danger came knocking, older brother instinctively fought danger to protect his blood. Instinct. That's what love does. It breaks down barriers. When older brother jumped in defence of his satanically evil sibling, his phone fell and one leg of his pam sandals flew to one corner, but he did not notice it because all his attention was focused on not allowing that butcher knife touch his brother. I'm the one who exited the vehicle to pick the phone and slippers.

That's love.

Angelinastto:

Hmmmmmmm. Hi sis

ThothHermes:
Foment. Common errors in English.
Couldn't resist. Sorry.

Abba114:
redmi7a 30k r u a thieffffff? dat phone wey i buy 18k 2years ago

Karleb:
This would be the reason why I would not marry her.

The brother ran for what?

I wouldn't have joined the chase, lai lai!