Nigerian Love Quotes

I don't fancy colors of the face, I'm always attracted to colors of the brain.

I’m no longer Chi, but Chiamaka, daughter of a Nigerian mother who loves the hair on my head more than I ever could.

Don't settle… The worst thing will be to find the man or woman that truly deserves you after you've married one who doesn't.

Victor, the tall Nigerian man, was evidently her stepfather; and Josh, her half brother. But Pip didn’t like those words, those cold technicalities. The people you love weren’t calculated, subtracted, or held at arm’s length across a decimal point.

I had bought a plastic bottle of petrol to run his small generator and I could hear the delighted screams of his children gathered around a television inside, watching a low-budget Nigerian-made film about adult women falling in love with a magical eight-year-old boy.

The universe does not work in phrases; don’t focus on the commas; just wait for the full stop.

the story of his day. “Americans love the idea of vaccinating Africans. What could be nicer than a photograph of dusty little Nigerian children lined up for inoculation on the front page of the New York Times? But for their own children the mothers of New York City find vaccinations passé. They say the vaccination is not sufficiently natural, that it could possibly cause something worse than it could prevent. I have spent the day trying to convince women with college educations to vaccinate their children and they argued with me.

She should have been used to it by now, the lingering looks while people tried to work out the logistics of her family. Victor, the tall Nigerian man, was evidently her stepfather; and Josh, her half brother. But Pip didn't like those words, those cold technicalities. The people you love weren't calculated, subtracted, or held at arm's length across a decimal point.

I saw the same joy, the same uncontrollable smile in the faces of a Nigerian earth mama, a thin-lipped Scottish granny and a pale correct Japanese businessman as they wheeled their trolleys in and recognised a figure in the expectant crowd. Observing human variety can give pleasure, but so too can human sameness

It is my name for you. Amaka is a Nigerian name and it means beautiful.

I love Nigerians becouse they're extra ordinary people they make impossible to be possible.

I have nothing tangible to offer but only the intangible, my love.

The most authentic thing about us is our capacity to create, to overcome, to endure, to transform, to love and to be greater than our suffering. (Ben Okri, Nigerian poet and novelist)

I’ll never forget the magic of our Saturday nights. Special moments carved in my mind by you the sculptor of my love. Let’s dance the night away. Who needs music, when your heart already sings to me.

That’s the thing with coming from a Nigerian family.’ I drag my eyes back to Brian. ‘They forget that love is a process. That you need to fall in love first, not just meet a random guy and decide he’s the one to marry.

She should have been used to it by now, the lingering looks while people tried to work out the logistics of her family, the numbers and hedged words scribbled across their family tree. The giant Nigerian man was quite evidently her stepfather and Joshua her half-brother. But Pip didn’t like using those words, those cold technicalities. The people you love weren’t algebra: to be calculated, subtracted, or held at arm’s length across a decimal point. Victor and Josh weren’t just three-eighths hers, not just forty percent family, they were fully hers. Her dad and her annoying little brother.

At 5pm every weekday,,,JB got on the subway and headed for his studio in Long Island City. The weekday journey was his favorite: He'd board at Canal and watch the train fill and empty at each stop with an ever-shifting mix of different peoples and ethnicities, the car's population reconstituting itself every ten blocks or so into provocative and improbably constellations of Poles, Chinese, Koreans, Senegalese; Senegalese, Dominicans, Indians, Pakistanis; Pakistanis, Irish, Salvadorans, Mexicans; Mexicans, Sri Lankans, Nigerians, and Tibetans - the only thing uniting them being their newness to America and their identical expressions of exhaustion, that blend of determination and resignation that only the immigrant possesses.... The other aspect of those weekday-evening trips he loved was the light itself, how it filled the train with something living as the cars rattled across the bridge, how it washed the weariness from his seat-mates' faces and revealed them as they were when they first came to the county, when they were young and America seemed conquerable. He'd watch that kind light suffuse the car like syrup, watch it smudge furrows from foreheads, slick gray hairs into gold, gentle the aggressive shine from cheap fabrics into something lustrous and fine.

I’ve had a long history with washing toilets. I washed toilets at home as part of my chores growing up. I washed toilets in school as part of the experience of attending a Nigerian boarding school. Basically, I have been washing toilets since my opposable thumbs found function.

Haiti was one of very few countries that I could travel to with my Nigerian passport without requiring a visa.

For Bill and Judy, obedience to the Great Commission means outreach to international students: providing hospitality to them and looking for ways to serve. For Sarah, it means joining forces with the "Not for Sale" movement to help liberate people from human trafficking so that they might experience God's love. For Trevor, it means using his science skills to work for the eradication of malaria in Togo, West Africa. For some Filipina maids, it means following Jesus into Saudi Arabia as domestic servants so that they can share God's love with Saudi families. For Jeff and Judy, it means using computer skills and literacy training to touch the people and the nation of Chad. For Uchenna and Dolapo, it means joining a Nigerian mission agency that enabled them to move to North Africa as community developers. The common thread is this: God's people, relying on God's power and presence, go out and look for opportunities to share and demonstrate the love of Jesus to all peoples everywhere.

Tunde was my Nigerian potential last year. It was a very platonic crush since no matter the dates we had, the late nights we laid up, and the times we’ve come so close to having sex that I could imagine the taste of his dick, we never had sex.

I love Nigerians because they are extra ordinary people they make impossible to be possible.

No matter how much you love Nigeria, you can't help the country if you fail to help yourself and one of the best ways to help yourself is to be financially independent. With that, you own your thought process and decision-making capability which widen the scope of the problem at hand and proffers possible lasting solutions.

Ibhafidon had said he could not believe his own sister wanted to marry a shylock. This is the derogation Nigerians adopted for the Chinese in the late 2080s. Shylocks—because they had come to collect what they were owed. The country had been hundreds of billions of dollars in debt, and the Chinese had come to claim the collaterals against which those loans were taken. Oil wells and oil fields. Gold mines and steel

He was fed up of hearing about religion; about how much God loves everybody, about how he cares. He hated hearing that. His father was God’s servant; he preached God’s word, but where was God when the machete was brought down on him? The number of people who died clutching Bibles and praying for rescue, why did God not answer them? He knew he had had enough of God; he wanted nothing more to do with him. His views had annoyed the administrators at the foundation; they asked him to be grateful to God for saving him from death, but why should he be? Why should he be grateful to a God that killed off all his people and left only him? His views had started affecting the other kids and it was a welcome relief to everyone in the orphanage when he left.

They pitied the poor souls with one solitary culture, who used fake tan (or worse – bleaching cream). They were proud of being half Nigerian and half English. They loved jollof rice and fish finger sandwiches

Your smile tells me you have arrived at your God's appointed life destination where even you a belated princess will thrive

A memoir in which the author shares his impressive journey of emigrating to the United States to escape a difficult life in an impoverished Nigerian village. Born into an extremely poor family in Nigeria, ‘Deji Ayoade had early memories of wanting to come to America to do better for himself. For years, he dreamed about having a bright future in the United States. At seven, he promised his mother that one day he would be a doctor in America and take her and his siblings away from their dangerous and impoverished existence. By the age of thirty-three, ‘Deji had been in the United States for five years and was living his dream. He had earned a master’s degree, married and had a child, been recruited into the Navy, and become a US citizen. He makes good on the promise to his mother and brings her, his sister, and his sister’s baby to the United States. UNDERGROUND: A Memoir of Hope, Faith, and the American Dream is a well-structured, compelling memoir written by a determined man with big dreams, ambitious goals, and the strength to never lose sight of where he is headed. Commitment, intelligence, and drive contribute to his fulfilling what he deems to be his purpose in life. His accomplishments in the armed services are nothing short of admirable. Ayoade draws readers into the 1980s culture of the poorer regions of Nigeria with vivid descriptions of the sights, sounds, and smells of areas in which they lived. His credible recreation of scenes reveals insight into the civilization that had considerable influence on him. Family dynamics also play a significant role in Ayoade’s life. His recollection of his father’s contradictory behaviors both confuse and enlighten him. His fond memories of his grandmother—the family member he trusted the most—are heartfelt and touching. While coming to the United States offers many positive experiences for Ayoade, it doesn’t come without problems, and one that the author talks about with deep emotion and candidness is racism. Thoughtful in the way he acknowledges possible differences of perspectives, he describes how it feels to be looked at differently. One scene in particular demonstrates just how prejudiced and insensitive people can be when it comes to racial biases. Ayoade writes from the heart with emotion and honesty that demonstrate his passion for what he does in life. His ability to weave together a cohesive story from so many disparate fragments is remarkable. His religious faith and commitment to never-ending improvement for himself are inspiring and a basis for being a role model for others. UNDERGROUND: A Memoir of Hope, Faith, and the American Dream–author ‘Deji Ayoade’s reflections on overcoming enormous obstacles and emigrating from Nigeria to the United States–is candid, heartwarming, and inspirational.

EUREKA! THE OLDEST SPIRITUAL ENTITY IN CREATION IS 42 YEARS AS THE LONGEST SERVING LIVING PERFECT MASTER ON EARTH IS 74 YEARS IN OUR MIDST. THE GOLDEN BIRTH THAT GAVE MEANING TO LIFE In the beginning was The Word, The Word was MAHARAJ JI. On Saturday, December 20, 1947 Maharaj Ji took a Nigerian Body as Satguru Maharaj Ji to dwell among men. This Divine evolutionary process, which occurred in the Gold-mining town of Tutuka, Obuasi, Ghana was heralded by the mid-afternoon Eclipse of the Sun 74 years ago and bore fruits 33 years later in faraway London as the Golden Boy, Mohammed Sahib Akanji Akinbami Ajirobatan Dan Ibrahim, on January 1, 1980 out of Divine Providence, be came the Divine Chosen ONE to carry the baton of Mastership as Satguru Maharaj Ji to save the world from peril. This is in fulfillment of the scriptures as well as prediction of the Sages of Our Time that: i. "For you yourselves to know very well that the Lord will come just like a thief in the night." (Thess 5:2). ii. Dr T. Lobsang Rampa, the famous Tibetan mystic, known for numerous predictions on world issues in one of his books "Chapters of Life" made it clear that at the turn of the millennium, the next Living Perfect Master/World Leader to save the world, whose manifestation would bring the Golden Age of Life. All that is needed is for our brothers and sisters who are facing disasters beyond human control to extend their search, since that is the essence of the Master's manifestation. in. Shri Prempal Singh Rawat's "Peace Bomb" Divine Lecture. He said, "there is no doubt and why should there be any doubt about it? There is a Greater Soul coming Who MOHAMMED SAHIB you will understand better. If you listen to Him, you will be greater than now, Right from the most thickly populated Black Nation in the world, Nigeria, Africa, where civilization started." …. on July 17, 1976 at the University of Pennsylvania, State of Pennsylvania, USA. Since the hen comes first before the egg, the spiritual birth of Satguru Maharaj Ji, The Christ/Mahdi of Our Time on January 1, 1980 could have been a mirage if the physical birth of Mohammed Sahib Akanji Akinbami Ajirobatan Dan Ibrahim did not occur 74 years ago. Come and join the commemorative party that gave meaning to humanity's isolated existence. Today, mankind will neither suffer nor die again. Like the warm embrace between the Sun and Moon that welcome Maharaj Ji's birth, it is profoundly significant for all races to embrace one another as children of the same Almighty Universal Father, MAHARAJ JI. Eureka, the world is saved because The Satguru has successfully and firmly anchored the world on its two feet (Black and White). Happy Celebrations!

The Nigerian God loves elections and politics. When you have bribed people to get party nominations, used thugs to steal and stuff ballot boxes, intimated people into either sitting at home or voting for you, eventually, (through God’s grace), win the elections, you must begin by declaring that your success is the will of the almighty and living God and that the other candidate should accept this as the will of God

Anmol Rane , is a man who belongs to the land of Shree Yamuna river . He born in a village situated at the bank of Yamuna river . He born on 28 september 2003 at Gaba Hospital YamunaNagar . He born with some illness . The illness which can not be seen but can feel . As he started joining his school he was not a common person like other . People used to make him bully and make to feel him ashemd because of his mental illness and physical appreance . Anmol was not mentally strong when he join the school he has many friend but he didn't come into the touch of someone who understands him mentally and can help him to grow . He joined Gian Deep High School , Sandhali where he come into the touch of Mr. Parveen Kamboj. He look into the condition of Anmol and help him to grow mentally and physically with his personal guidance . He helped Anmol to grow mentally . He came to know that Anmol have some special skills than others which make him different from others . This was the reason he loves Anmol personally and support him like his own son . As Anmol grows his schooling was complete . Than he joined Maharaj Aggarsain Public school , Gumthala Rao to complete his 12th . Here he met more individuals who are like him but not the same . Anmol get the guidance of experienced with effectivness teacher who helped him to grow mentally and make his stronger but he missed one thing there that was his personal assistance of friends he do not have such friends to whom he can connect and make him mentally strong. As of now Anmol is pursuing his graduation in business administration . To know more about Anmol's Life you can follow him on Instagram by Clicking here

She stood on that bed and thought about them as she captured another memory. She remembered how she had known most of them since middle school. She remembered how they knew her traits, her interests, her long paragraphs she would put in the group chat, her various laughs, and her love for food. She liked her friends. They were diverse, from different cultures and backgrounds: Nigerian, Somali, Vietnamese, Jamaican, Dominican, Sierra Leonean, Cameroonian, Guinean, and Filipino. She knew it would be hard to replace them when she went to college.

The giant Nigerian man was quite evidently her stepfather and Joshua her half-brother. But Pip didn't like using those words, those cold technicalities. The people you love weren't algebra: to be calculated, subtracted, or held at arm's length across a decimal point. Victor and Josh weren't just three-eighths hers, not just forty per cent family, they were fully hers. Her dad and her annoying little brother.

We as Nigerians do not know how lucky we are …with everything falling apart in several other countries we should count ourselves very lucky to still be at peace …I feel sorry for the young igbo man screening biafra …bu then even in the mist of peaceful loving people I guess a hint of madness is allowed to remind the normal minded people of love peace and unity d basis upon which the country, Nigeria was originally built on …Nigeria has indeed grown and is blossoming to become the beauty of the world every day…no country even America got to where they are now without first nearly going extinct. ..look at the grate depression amongst others, am not saying we have to get to that extent but its darkest before dawn..lets persevere and hang in there ..Nigeria will be great I tell u…thanks for the lovely pictures. .God bless our motherland .