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 Technology Market / Re: Usdtcoina Acc Needed For Funds Transfer by oceanograph(m): 9:03am On Apr 12, 2022 |
I knew this platform was a scam immediately bi saw the message too. Y'all that saw the message, the name of the account is JACK11. It's a way of making you send crypt currency to their wallet after which you won't be able to transfer or withdraw. Remember they sent the USERNAME and PASSWORD without sending the KEY 1 Like |
| Dating And Meet-up Zone / Re: Matured Group On Whatsapp For Friends, Singles And Hooks Up. by oceanograph(m): 11:22pm On Jul 17, 2019 |
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| Literature / Independent, Yet Slaves by oceanograph(m): 10:22am On Oct 07, 2016 |
INDEPENDENT YET SLAVES I remember how we gathered that night At the Village square With the full moon up there in the sky While our children and women women Danced round the fire With joy and gladness Then I remember how Our old men sat and watched With Jars of wine in their hands Hailing the show of the moment And laughing hilariously Like there was no tomorrow I remember how we the youths Anticipated our wrestle game And wished that the merry-making of The women and the children Comes to and end quick That we may start to wrestle Little did we know that Our worst nightmare Has caught up with us Little did we know that Our doom looms Around the corner We were invaded in our sleep We were stabbed to our bed Our women, raped Our old men, killed Our children, taken away And we the youths, taken over the sea I can never forget How we toiled on that hot desert How we danced our way Through the thorny plantations How we crossed the sea Without a boat Stream of tears Rolled down out of my eyes When I remember how My brothers died As the clamour and struggle for "Freedom" I wail as their memories Came back to me just like yesterday when the powder from the white man's gun Hit them on the on the chest, As they scream "Freedom" Home we march Now free Singing a song of triumph And waving flags of victory Shoulder high we carry ourselves Like a father would carrying his child When I remember all these, I wail Like a baby that needs to suck his mother's breast Now we wished We were never free Now we wish The white men never left us Independent, yet slaves Free yet in bondage Now we see our brothers stabbing us Because of greed Freedom we seek Slavery we got Its yet another moon, A moon to celebrate freedom But all I see in our acclaimed freedom Is bondage Here we are, once again at the village square Independent, yet slaves OKUNLOYE VICTOR AYOWOLE Legal_Emperor 1 Like |
| Literature / Independent, Yet Slaves by oceanograph(m): 10:08am On Oct 07, 2016 |
INDEPENDENT YET SLAVES I remember how we gathered that night At the Village square With the full moon up there in the sky While our children and women women Danced round the fire With joy and gladness Then I remember how Our old men sat and watched With Jars of wine in their hands Hailing the show of the moment And laughing hilariously Like there was no tomorrow I remember how we the youths Anticipated our wrestle game And wished that the merry-making of The women and the children Comes to and end quick That we may start to wrestle Little did we know that Our worst nightmare Has caught up with us Little did we know that Our doom looms Around the corner We were invaded in our sleep We were stabbed to our bed Our women, raped Our old men, killed Our children, taken away And we the youths, taken over the sea I can never forget How we toiled on that hot desert How we danced our way Through the thorny plantations How we crossed the sea Without a boat Stream of tears Rolled down out of my eyes When I remember how My brothers died As the clamour and struggle for "Freedom" I wail as their memories Came back to me just like yesterday when the powder from the white man's gun Hit them on the on the chest, As they scream "Freedom" Home we march Now free Singing a song of triumph And waving flags of victory Shoulder high we carry ourselves Like a father would carrying his child When I remember all these, I wail Like a baby that needs to suck his mother's breast Now we wished We were never free Now we wish The white men never left us Independent, yet slaves Free yet in bondage Now we see our brothers stabbing us Because of greed Freedom we seek Slavery we got Its yet another moon, A moon to celebrate freedom But all I see in our acclaimed freedom Is bondage Here we are, once again at the village square Independent, yet slaves OKUNLOYE VICTOR AYOWOLE Legal_Emperor |
| Literature / Independent, Yet Slaves by oceanograph(m): 12:44am On Oct 04, 2016 |
INDEPENDENT YET SLAVES I remember how we gathered that night At the Village square With the full moon up there in the sky While our children and women women Danced round the fire With joy and gladness Then I remember how Our old men sat and watched With Jars of wine in their hands Hailing the show of the moment And laughing hilariously Like there was no tomorrow I remember how we the youths Anticipated our wrestle game And wished that the merry-making of The women and the children Comes to and end quick That we may start to wrestle Little did we know that Our worst nightmare Has caught up with us Little did we know that Our doom looms Around the corner We were invaded in our sleep We were stabbed to our bed Our women, raped Our old men, killed Our children, taken away And we the youths, taken over the sea I can never forget How we toiled on that hot desert How we danced our way Through the thorny plantations How we crossed the sea Without a boat Stream of tears Rolled down out of my eyes When I remember how My brothers died As the clamour and struggle for "Freedom" I wail as their memories Came back to me just like yesterday when the powder from the white man's gun Hit them on the on the chest, As they scream "Freedom" Home we march Now free Singing a song of triumph And waving flags of victory Shoulder high we carry ourselves Like a father would carrying his child When I remember all these, I wail Like a baby that needs to suck his mother's breast Now we wished We were never free Now we wish The white men never left us Independent, yet slaves Free yet in bondage Now we see our brothers stabbing us Because of greed Freedom we seek Slavery we got Its yet another moon, A moon to celebrate freedom But all I see in our acclaimed freedom Is bondage Here we are, once again at the village square Independent, yet slaves OKUNLOYE VICTOR AYOWOLE Legal_Emperor |
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