sukkot:
my mans shoes though. the shoes crying in agony ( man in pink top )
www.nairaland.com/attachments/3401460_image_jpeg_jpeg6f95b5e7a24ad4fc0808d6698fd37362

realborn:
#Valentine

Babe, Bukky is going to Makoko for Valentine, will you like to follow her?, my wife queried as she approached my lazy self on the bed. The time was 9.00am. Praise and worship had started at the adjoining Church.

Sunday mornings are my lazy mornings to spread, snooze and roll all over (prefer to attend the 3rd Service). As soon as I got the message, I sauntered out of my semi-slumber.

Bukky is our neighbor who engages in humanitarian activities regularly.

In a jiffy, I was done and ready to join the waiting crew of Madam Bukky, her brother, sister and Mr Yinka, the hired driver. I crashbombed their planned humanitarian visit. Lolol.

Bukky and her siblings had gone to the market the day before and bought gifts for the less privileged. Instead of her regular Makoko, her destination this time was "Destitute's Village", Okobaba.

With Mr Yinka behind the wheels and a bit of direction from locals at Ebutte Meta, we arrived the Village at 10.30am.

It was a sight to behold. There were over 500 persons in the very clustered Square. The residents were aptly arranged according to demography - Elders, Men, Women, Children and Toddlers with their mums. I was wowed.

From the size of the car we brought, they deciphered we were there for the kids. The jostle, the rush, the chase for a vantage position on the queue by kids between 3 and 6 years were very touching. Those who couldn't walk, crawled. Mothers pushed their toddlers forward. Hmmmmm.

I had a flash back to last night when at a waterside joint in Ikoyi last night, a fully lit cruise yacht was in the Valentine frenzy fully packed with extremely wealthy people. Here are these ones less than 20km away living in extreme poor conditions.

I'm inspired to visit these people living under God's purview more. Met a foreign National who said he arrived early to arrange the residents, and was awaiting his friends and a trailer load of gifts for these underprivileged people and I asked where our own people were.

Enjoy the pictures. Happy Valentine!

kilode100:



Siddon there dey yarn okpata. Those wretched beggars dey rapé women for night o..

I dey suspect that your neighbour too sef but make I maintain small

kilode100:



Siddon there dey yarn okpata. Those wretched beggars dey rapé women for night o..

I dey suspect that your neighbour too sef but make I maintain small

amiskurie:


The kokose reminds me of that great-khali

realborn:
#Valentine

Babe, Bukky is going to Makoko for Valentine, will you like to follow her?, my wife queried as she approached my lazy self on the bed. The time was 9.00am. Praise and worship had started at the adjoining Church.

Sunday mornings are my lazy mornings to spread, snooze and roll all over (prefer to attend the 3rd Service). As soon as I got the message, I sauntered out of my semi-slumber.

Bukky is our neighbor who engages in humanitarian activities regularly.

In a jiffy, I was done and ready to join the waiting crew of Madam Bukky, her brother, sister and Mr Yinka, the hired driver. I crashbombed their planned humanitarian visit. Lolol.

Bukky and her siblings had gone to the market the day before and bought gifts for the less privileged. Instead of her regular Makoko, her destination this time was "Destitute's Village", Okobaba.

With Mr Yinka behind the wheels and a bit of direction from locals at Ebutte Meta, we arrived the Village at 10.30am.

It was a sight to behold. There were over 500 persons in the very clustered Square. The residents were aptly arranged according to demography - Elders, Men, Women, Children and Toddlers with their mums. I was wowed.

From the size of the car we brought, they deciphered we were there for the kids. The jostle, the rush, the chase for a vantage position on the queue by kids between 3 and 6 years were very touching. Those who couldn't walk, crawled. Mothers pushed their toddlers forward. Hmmmmm.

I had a flash back to last night when at a waterside joint in Ikoyi last night, a fully lit cruise yacht was in the Valentine frenzy fully packed with extremely wealthy people. Here are these ones less than 20km away living in extreme poor conditions.

I'm inspired to visit these people living under God's purview more. Met a foreign National who said he arrived early to arrange the residents, and was awaiting his friends and a trailer load of gifts for these underprivileged people and I asked where our own people were.

Enjoy the pictures. Happy Valentine!

sukkot:
my mans shoes though. the shoes crying in agony ( man in pink top )
www.nairaland.com/attachments/3401460_image_jpeg_jpeg6f95b5e7a24ad4fc0808d6698fd37362

hadura29:



You mean Lagos boat club?

realborn:


Choi na my yankee shoes u dey yab so ooo. Lol

VickyRotex:


Yea, I'm proud she is.

VickyRotex:


Yea, I'm proud she is.

IYANGBALI:
pls stop kissing me i doesnt like it























where is the baby papa?













where is the birth certificate?

realborn:


Lol. Na still waterside e be...

Jhayeahsam01:
food and gift them no share them.. wetin dem goo do for that place then.... shioooo

sukkot:
all am saying is those shoes are too delicate for that terrain you are. you need timbaland boots for that rough terrain