This is a replica of Oprah's favorite things.....
I will be presenting my favorite posts on this thread some I and some are
Some are
and some are but they are all my favorites. Kindly leave this as a read only thread....I would prefer that no one but I post on this thread !! So I can click and enjoy those classic posts all by myself ....Enjoy !!!

Originally Posted by Luv Machine

Finally, beware of people that agrees with you on EVERYTHING. Your true friends would always keep it REAL with you. People call me controversial b'cos I speak my mind no matter whose ox is gored. Take it from someone who knows, the people you should be very wary of are some of these young gurls singing your praises 24/7 - oga sola this, oga sola that.

Originally Posted by brandi
Even when we agree, we should at least have our own perspective of the argument. Genuine people show that, Sucker-upers on the other hand, are soooo predictable and sorry. They run around the board waiting to echo the sentiments of those eyes they're sucking, meanwhile they're playing in the jokes, games and trivia forums. When their leaders come and say anything, they respond a resounding gbam! This is all the damn time.
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Originally Posted by Admin
As a human being and member of this site, you have no right to tell me that I cannot have my own opinion. -Sola

Originally Posted by brandi
Even when we agree, we should at least have our own perspective of the argument. Genuine people show that, Sucker-upers on the other hand, are soooo predictable and sorry. They run around the board waiting to echo the sentiments of those eyes they're sucking, meanwhile they're playing in the jokes, games and trivia forums. When their leaders come and say anything, they respond a resounding gbam! This is all the damn time.

Originally posted by Sola

It takes all sorts of people to make up the world. You need to open your heart to co-exist with them. Don't try to change them. Change yourself to accomodate them. That is how to be at peace with all.

Originally posted by Samira.

A bedtime story for Obariba.....

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I just read this and want to share...

A Little Moment of Joy

Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. It was a cowboy's life, a life for someone who wanted no boss. What I didn't realize was that it was also a ministry.

Because I drove the night shift, my cab became a moving confessional. Passengers climbed in, sat behind me in total anonymity, and told me about their lives. I encountered people whose lives amazed me, ennobled me, made me laugh and weep.

But none touched me more than a woman I picked up late one August night.

I was responding to a call from a small brick fourplex in a quiet part of town. I assumed I was being sent to pick up some partiers, or someone who had just had a fight with a lover, or a worker heading to an early shift at some factory for the industrial part of town.

When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away. But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself. So I walked to the door and knocked.

"Just a minute", answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

"Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness.

"It's nothing", I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated".

"Oh, you're such a good boy", she said.

When we got in the cab, she gave me and address, then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?"

"It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly.

"Oh, I don't mind," she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice".

I looked in the rearview mirror. Her eyes were glistening. "I don't have any family left," she continued. "The doctor says I don't have very long."

I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. "What route would you like me to take?" I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I'm tired. Let's go now."

We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

"How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse.

"Nothing," I said.

"You have to make a living," she answered.

"There are other passengers," I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly. "You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said. "Thank you."

I squeezed her hand, then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life. I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly, lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life. We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware--beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID, ...BUT THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.

Happy Holidays!!!

smoooches,

samira

Originally posted by Blackbutterfly

Okay, you get a pass ---not the whole card, o...just a pass for now= Oh girl, I vex for you, abeg...no be you call my Gloria Allred, well I saw red. Look, I am not a skinny woman and I don't particularly want to be a skinny woman. I like a little curve - I wanna look banging in my jeans AND my Buba & Iro!

Weight doesn't always have to do with eating that is what I stress here all the time. In Nigeria, everyone seems to be on this thing that folks just sit around stuffing themselves with Scotch eggs all day that's why they are big. Some people have hormonal/thyroid imbalances so it doesn't matter if they starve, they will be big. AND for some, God made them that way...they just have to maintain a well balanced meal and keep their body moving. There are folks who do eat all the time and don't do anything about working out...yes...what I don't like is people making assumptions about how folks put on weight. And this is a general statement, o....because saying this got me in some kinda crappy bullcrap arguement before...but nobody assumes a person is skinny cuz they got a dreadful disease but they just love to assume crap about thick or heavy women. Its got to stop already.

And nobody should lose weight for anybody else...lose weight for yourself and yourself alone. A whole lotta men are walking around here with little to no manhood and I don't see them going to FIX that little problem! Hello! Until a man goes and surgically increases his girth or length, NO WOMAN should lose weight, increase their bust size or whatever for any man!!!

OBA, girlllllllllllllllll have a great weekend, o=

Lifting of the tabloids

Originally posted by niki

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Every tuesday Enconmium comes out, Movie wizard buys it and copys verbatim what he reads. He has no insider whatever. I noticed it when I was in Nigeria. Every gist he has comes from the pages of City people or Encomium. I called my sis yesterday in Lagos and and she confirmed that the magazine had this as a headline yesterday. This same magazine reported that these two people broke up last year. What to believe?

Originally posted by Luv Machine
I will ignore all the innuendos just so I can address the fundamental issue(s) you raised.

If you or anyone wants to know, we speak wisdom with them that are wise. If anyone expects me to show my intelligence by posting thesis, relevant or irrelevant, on every thread or to become grammer patrol (throwing vocabulary around and shis) just to impress some faceless characters on the world wide web then you'd be highly disappointed. That's NOT what I'm here for. Unlike some people, I'm here strictly to have fun and NOT to seek validation from anybody.

As per not having seen me "make this much sense before." Brandi, please, be kind enough to humour the less fortunate. You know that some folks live such empty lives that they need validation from faceless pseudonyms on the world wide web. Fortunately, I am not in that group. Frankly speaking, some posts do amuse me immensely. Sometimes, our choice of words and their contextual usage perplex me, to say the least. At times, I feel impressed, and at other times, I just get to see that some folks seem not to get it.

Finally, I don't wanna sound conceited or anything but I write for a living. I write some of the govt policies that shape this country, believe it or not. I also have two books in print with the third one on the way, but you'd never hear me brag about it.

Originally posted by gorgeous70

One annoying Nigerian habit (Fashion Cloning)

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I would hate to believe that Nigerians lack individuality. But this seems to to be the case when you meet them at parties, christenings, weddings and special engagements. Let's start with the women. Long weave (even if your head looks like the back of a bus) semi-bleached face; leaving the neck and ankles for us to know that u have had a hydro-wash, and then Thomas Pink shirts and some designer jeans.

The designers can't stand us, so why patronise their wears so much.

Moving on to the Men. Large bellies, shaven heads (even if you head looks like an onion) and then sandals (during the winter months)

Can we please try and develop some ounce of creativity along with some sense of style.

Spend your monies wisely, create your own Image and Style...you are your own walking ad.

Originally posted by Ishangirl


Why Will Can Have Our Opinion On This Site.please Not Everybody Give Dame About Genny.were I Stay Many Don,t.i Know Many That Like Others Actress.for The Last Time This Our Opinion Oky. Lux Who, Is She Not A Household Name In Usa Or Around The World.when It Comes To Genny Hell Break Loss.

Originally posted by gogetter
how persin go join site new new come dey blow grammer with attitude like say them get sumthing to say...lol..i didnt even understand what she wrote...if no be say them don teach me to figure out that sometimes 2+2=5 bcos the writer forget the other 1 for him pocket, i for no understand...betti anyway,before u hate on genny, whose english is excellent by the way, how abt u improve urs. Let me recommend some books to read for ur level.
1) Chike and the river
2)Eze goes to skool
3)The drummer boy..
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Originally posted by Yvonne

I wasn't trying "to funny this afternoon".

but since you insist.........

My most memorable thread, was the Jim Iyke thread. I liked the way "some people" were all acting like they were shitting gold and dissing someone for talking to Jim Iyke behind their backs. The people even went as far as calling someone a groupie. And then M****** came and just opened the people's yanshes wide open, and exposed the people for the real groupies that they are, and even exposed them further for not only being groupies, but being groupies that Jim Iyke didn't even want as per

--->>**the people were trying to ask him out, and he didn't want to go**. <<---
That was a fantastic thread, I tell yah!!

Originally posted by **********

MATURE:My Obsession with Same Sex

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Dear All


I woke up this morning and reflected on my whole life and if i could turn it around i would change the way my life has been for a number of years. I do at times question why am i attracted to the same sex, as far i can remember i was about 7 and i knew there was something different about me i grew up in Nigeria and went to the best boarding school i was able to explore wat i was and i have never looked back. Thinking about it wat do u expect in an all boys boarding school i left school still wanting more of it but found out that society does not tolerate such behaviour. I feel trapped with my way of life when i try to abstain from it i am in turmoil , when i turn to god for help the challenges are enormous, who do i trust . at 22 i confessed to my pastor and he seduced me, i confided in my uncle who told me he was dat way inclined and he is married with three kids. My list goes onlately i get chase left right and centre by men even though when i want to stop something reminds me. I have tried to suppress how i feel it does not work, i just become misreable, i am wat i am but at times i do question wat i gain from dis sort of life. I cant believe i have written all this pubilcy i now expect to read the abuse and humilation from ur members here, i for one assumed my attraction to the same sex was just a phase in life i am so wrong , i know wat would help me meetingo other nigerians facing these issues , i know am in the wrong site for all of dis, interesting enoug i feel at home on dis site - i am a soul with a body rather than a body with a soul