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ELVIS AND DE RIVER MUMMA (MERMAID)

I thought of how to begin this post this morning, I have so many stories on these “mythical beings”, I have since learned that many things that we humans deem as mythical actually do exists, but are not of our world, or our minds are not able to comprehend these which we are not use to or cannot understand.

For instance, if you came to Nigeria and went hunting with Yoruba Hunters in the bush (if yuh brave enough and many people are) and while in the bush there is an elephant charging toward your hunting party. You begin peeing your pants (which would be a normal reaction, don’t feel bad), while the hunters begin chanting incantations in Yoruba language, all of a sudden the charging and enraged animal, stops, drops and fall asleep. Someone telling you this, you may not believe but seeing it for your self, would be hard to deny or disbelieve. These things are possible, in fact they are done right here in Africa, not just Nigeria, and all over the world there are what we call strange phenomenon, nice to hear as stories, but often dismissed as true events or real.

I wrote on the blog already about my mother finding a mermaids comb when she was a small girl and went to the river to wash, her mother got the dream from the mermaid for her to bring it back. This was told to me by my mother, and I believe her. Another woman in Jamaica, a revival woman, told me of going to a river to offer food and fruits among other things there there. With her she had brought some apples. When she and the other people had placed their sacrifices down and left, she realized that she had some apples that she had forgotten to leave, (she was not far from the river and could have turned back). She shrugged it off and still went home, thinking that all was well. In the middle night she got a dream, where a woman who she said was the mermaid came to her and told her that the gift she bought was not complete, and she should return the rest right now. This is rural Jamaica, Country, and at night. No street lamp, not even a passing car with head lights, only the Jamaican moon and shinning stars to assist her.

She described the woman who dreamed her as the “maid” meaning mermaid. The river was not very close, but she had to go, and she had to go now. She packed the apples, she did not eat them and she thanked God she still had them, she woke her daughter to accompany her. They trekked there which was far away, but they were able to accomplish the task, where she went into the cave and arranged the rest of the offering, she prayed and left. I asked her why she could not wait until in the morning, she said when the “Maid” commands you to do some thing, you do it without delay, to anger her is not a nice thing to do, and she blamed herself, because she did remember that she did not put it with the rest of the offering not long after she left the river,but was to lazy yo return, thus making it harder for herself later in the night. Noooo, the Maid was not gluttonous or craven and wanted more, don’t you dare think that, they offered something to the deity for a specific reason, and she was really nice to come and remind the woman that it was not complete, she could have just denied the petition or reject the offering

 

An elder here  recently told me about an Orisha named Lebiri. There are many Orishas here in Nigeria, each town in Nigeria have their specific Orisha that they serve, and even families have Orishas that they have been serving from the Devil was a boy, while these Orishas may not be popular as the ones we hear of everyday, they do exist and are served right here in Africa.

As a matter of fact, even this morning the elders went to serve one of the towns Orisha which is a tree Orisha called Magbo. When this Orisha comes out it walks the town, for all to see, but it is tree, yes a real tree. The Orisha comes out in the form of a tree, no, not as a masquerade dressed as a tree, but a real blurrsnaught (Jamaicans will know this word, it is gibberish patois for something like an exclamation) tree!!

 

The elder told me that his Great grandfather used to be the Chief elder of  the town who would go in the river before Orisha Lebiri’s festival would come, and all the town would follow him go and watch him enter the water. He walked far in, until he went under, there he stood for three months, underwater. When it came time for him to come out, the town had to go to the rivers edge to bring him out, they would gather straw brooms and sweep the town in the direction of the river, no Police or government officials were allowed in the town during this time, if they came, their clothes would disappear from their bodies leaving them naked, and all the indigenous people who lived in the town had to wear white. They would sweep away the problems of the town to the river, and there they would pray and the high priests would say their incantations to bring the elders grandfather out.

 

I also have my own encounter with some water people that I met while visiting Jamaica and visiting the river bottom. I was staying on the compound of this revival man who I wrote about here in ESP, I forgot which post or else I would link it. His wife had left him and he was later found to be a homosexual. One night I went to sleep and I found myself at the bottom of river, although I did not see any water. I knew I was in the river. I was in a room, sitting on what seemed to be a gurney. The room had silver drawers in the walls, like a morgue and there were about four women there with me, whose eyes looked like fish eyes, by this I mean glossy and almost dead, black with no sign of life.

 

 

Please note that while telling you this story, I will refer to myself as “my enemy” if the words describing me or something done to me is negative.  They did something with my enemy eyes, and told me, that they had to do it because should I see everything there then my enemy would not be allowed to go back to the land of the living, and so my enemy eyes looked like theirs. They had me there with me for a while, I do not know how long, but In the morning, nobody could wake my enemy, nobody on the compound could wake my enemy, ah dat mi sey. I heard them all in the room, but I could not respond. The man, whose house it was and who also is a spiritualist, told them to rub my enemy feet, and wait, I heard him tell them that I had traveled, and I would soon return.

 

While this was happening, the women where I was, told me never to look below their waist, even though I had noticed them wearing long gowns which covered their entire bodies. It was after they told me this that they did what they did to my enemy eyes. I eventually came out of the trance, and many revival people were in the room, some praying, some holding candles, some, throwing rum, lol. My life is truly fascinating. They asked me where did I go, I told them that I was at the bottom of the river, but I did not tell them anything else, although they all plagued me for more. I was mum!

I have more to say,as usual but let me stop here.  I will soon begin to really go into some great stories. I have many. For now enjoy the story below I certainly did.

 

 

Mermaids of the Caribbean

 

Yipe! I nearly slid into the river while trying to cross on some protruding rocks. Now it was by no means a roaring river, but I readily admit I’m no river-crossing expert. It was my first time in Heywood Hall, St Mary, and after spending the first 20 minutes desperately trying to strike up a conversation with a woman who offered little more than a blank stare and an intermittent shake of the head, I decided to go exploring on foot. It seemed it had rained earlier that day, so the roads in the community, which, over time, have degenerated to nothing more than glorified foot paths, were all muddy and slippery. It was while crossing a small bridge near a community bar that I met Ornell. Now Ornell is not big on conversation, but he did offer to tell me a secret about the river that runs through the community, if I would be willing to treat him to a drink at the nearby bar. “Mi brain nuh really wake up yet yuh know. After a drink, mi start function. Mi could tell yuh something bout di river, but not a word until mi get a drink,” he said. Before I could respond, Ornell continued. “Me live bout di place from longer time yuh know. Heywood quiet but di river yah have whole heap a mermaid,” he said, looking pleased with himself.

I paused a moment.

“Was that the secret?” I asked.

“Yeah, man,” he said, quite casually. I paused again. I pointed out to Ornell that he had given the secret away before getting the drink.

The man’s face went blank.

“But mi … ahm,” he stuttered. I felt bad for him, so I interjected, telling him it was fine and offered to treat him to a drink at the bar anyway.

“Tenk yuh, man. Tenk yuh,” said Ornell, looking relieved.

After a short walk, we were at the bar. It really was just a shed with a fridge, overlooking the river, but it had a nice atmosphere. Ornell signalled to a girl sitting on a stool near the fridge and she handed him a bottle of beer. I walked closer to the river.

“Di river run right cross di road further down. Ah nice river fi bathe inna. Mi bathe inna it bout three time fi di day. Mi just throw off mi clothes and jump in,” he said.

Eager to avoid a more detailed description of Ornell’s bathing rituals, I asked him about the mermaids he mentioned earlier.

“Yeah man, nuff mermaid. When mi was likkle, mi used to see whole heap ah dem,” said Ornell.

“Yuh tink ah likkle man mermaid pull inna di river wid dem? Dem mermaid deh nuh easy,” he added, shaking his head.

Now, if I’m to be honest, I had very little confidence in Ornell’s story. I was surprised though, when the woman behind the counter at the bar suddenly spoke up.

“Is true yuh know,” she said, adjusting the zipper of the sweater she was wearing.

“My father tell me about it from mi was likkle. Dem say is one mermaid was there and she dead now, but first time yuh used to see har all di while,” she said.

I had a puzzled look on my face. “True true,” the woman said.

“Dem say is di same mermaid what used to deh ah Flat Bridge swim come here because it more quieter. Mi never used to believe it, but den mi seh, so much people couldn’t just meck up di story so,” she said.

I looked across at Ornell, who was nodding in agreement. “As granny seh, wah nuh go so, nearly go so,” he said.


The mermaids, also known as merfolk and sometimes referred to as Scaly Tails, are human-fish hybrids. Many are said to serve as agents of the Sirens, dragging sailors down to a watery grave.

The mermaids are amphibious beings, a hybrid of human and fish. The average mermaid has the appearance of a beautiful girl with long, flowing hair the colors of the sea, and pearly-white skin flecked with scales. From the waist down, however, a mermaid is comprised of a long, shimmering scaly tail. Further undermining their conventional beauty, mermaids hide sharp, fang-like teeth in their mouths.

It is possible that this beautiful appearance is not the true form of the mermaids; if viewed peripherally, they lost their outward beauty and seemed to transform into creatures with clawed tentacles, fangs, and barnacles and boils covering their scales. They often speak in harmony, singing a melody commonly attributed to the Sirens

The Mermaid and the Comb

Many Jamaicans grew up hearing stories about the River Mumma or Mermaid. There are many legends surrounding these beautiful sirens. The most commonly known River Mumma involves the Rio Cobre River. Legend has it that on moonlit nights one may be lucky to catch sight of her as she sits on a boulder and combs her hair with a golden comb. In other areas of the island, it is said that for one night every year the mermaid leaves her underwater home to visit the surface. If frightened while combing her hair, she would dive into the water leaving her comb behind. It is believed that anyone who finds it will become rich. Wanting the comb to be returned, the mermaid would approach the finder in a dream and direct them to treasure underwater. This treasure, according to folklore is said to be gold left by pirates who had forgotten the hiding place.

The following anecdote has been told for several years.

In an old district in western St. Mary, a very strange thing happened. 15-year-old Elvis Smith’s mother had taken ill. It was her kidneys, the doctor said. There was no money for dialysis, and a kidney transplant was out of the question – there was just no money. It was when Elvis saw his mother getting weaker that he thought that the pirate’s treasure could save her life. So he determined in his mind that if there were a mermaid he would find her, and if there were a comb he would take it, and if there were pirates’ treasure he would find it, for his mother’s sake.

Despite his mother’s protestations, Elvis built a hut of plywood and zinc just below his house, at the riverside, overlooking a rock. He had picked out that rock because he calculated that if the mermaid surfaced that was where she would sit. There the river was a silent, expansive pool. Further up, the water was fast-moving. It cut into the rocks and cascaded down and down, until it came to a narrow section from where it seemed to just trickle into the pool and become silent. Boys dived under rocks there to catch shrimps, big black shiny ones and small, almost transparent ones. Further down, the river narrowed again and became fast-moving once more. Standing over that section of the river was a massive white concrete bridge, the bridge they said separated St. Mary from St Ann.

So, while everybody in the district celebrated the coming of the New Year that night, Elvis climbed into the little hut he had made. He thought that if the mermaid were real then he would not leave there for a long time, and so he took up residence at night in the little hut. His 12-year-old sister he mandated to care for his mother at night.

Two weeks into his vigil, Pastor Lincoln came to convince him the mermaid and the comb were only folklore, brought from Africa by slaves and modified through the ages. But Elvis was not convinced. He said, ‘If it is a myth, by New Year’s Day next year I will know.’

Elvis’ cousins and uncles and aunts came to him, telling him to stop the foolishness and go sleep in his bed, but he remained unmoved. When that still didn’t work, they destroyed the hut, but he sat in the cool air outside that night, watching and waiting; and when the whole district combined couldn’t get him to stop his vigil, they left him alone. Elvis rebuilt his hut and, night after night, waited for the mermaid. But she didn’t come. February, March, June, July – no mermaid.

Elvis looked up at the moon and saw that it was almost in the centre of the sky. He thought it might have been up for four hours or so, and by that deduction he surmised that it was around 10 p.m.. It was a cool September night – the frogs were croaking and the crickets were scraping, and Elvis’ relentless determination was still intact. He yawned, and was about to go into the hut when he heard a swoosh, then a splash.

Then in the moonlight he saw her. She was seated on the massive stone. Her hair was dark and silky….he couldn’t see her face, but her great tail she curled up and rested on the rock too. She was combing her hair.

Elvis thought of running to scream in the district that he had seen the mermaid, but that wouldn’t save his mother’s life. He thought, ‘I will have to frighten her,’ so he stole past the star apple tree and floated over the soft mud near the water’s edge and shouted, ‘River Mumma!’

The mermaid dived quickly into the water and was gone. And there it was, the comb, golden and lovely. The moonlight lent mystery and magic to it.

Elvis was hesitant. Should he take it up? But why not? He had slept in the cold for nine months; why then should he not take it up? And how then would his mother’s life be saved? He quickly grabbed it, as if he thought it might disappear, but when he examined it he saw that it was old and ugly and he wondered if it was the right comb. He looked around. Perhaps the golden comb was near him somewhere. But he saw nothing. He went to his little hut, located the bag he had placed there in January for this very purpose, and put the comb in it. Then he climbed the hill to his house, rushed to his mother’s room, shook her and said, ‘Here it is, Mama; your life will be saved.’

But his mother was groggy and asked: ‘What yu talking ’bout, Elvis?’

‘Mama, a’ find the mermaid’s comb, here it is, mama.’

But she turned over onto her side, curling her feet so that knees and elbows almost touched. She clasp both hands and laid her head on them, and quietly said, ‘Elvis, a’ really feel tired.’

‘So you don’t believe, Mama?’

By this time his sister had awa- kened and come into the room. To her, Elvis said: ‘Here it is, see, the mermaid’s comb.’ He brought it up to Nicole’s eyes for her to see. ‘You believe though, Nicole?’ And he saw the look in her eyes.

He shook his head with disappoint and said, ‘So you don’t’ believe me either, Nicole.’ Finally she asked, ‘Where did you get that old comb, Elvis?’ She embraced him and said, ‘Let us agree that you really tried Elvis. Goodnight.’

His feet felt weak, and his gut had a strange tingle to it. They didn’t believe. They just didn’t believe. But when he found the treasure they would have to believe!

He went to his bed with great anticipation that night. He fell asleep with a smile on his face, for he had reasoned that that night he would have the dream revealing the place of the buried treasure and his mother and sister would believe.

But that night no dream came. He got out of his bed and dragged himself out to the road and wondered what was happening. He told his cousin about the night’s events, and by noon seven or eight boys were at his house demanding to see the mermaid’s comb. ‘Show wi the comb!’

‘Nobody going to see it,’ Elvis said

And the boys said, ‘Him no have no comb, a’ lie him a’ tell.’

Elvis thought of rushing to the hiding place to show them he had the comb but one boy said, ‘Unno come yaw, a’ lie him a’ tell.’

That night Elvis went to bed with hope and believed that he would have his dream.

In his dream, he saw the mermaid, her face ugly and scared and angry; he was standing by the river and she was threatening him, telling him that if he didn’t return the comb she would wash their house down into the river. And he saw when she dived into the water and lashed her mighty tail against it and the water rose and almost swallowed up the house, and he woke up frightened. In the morning, he rushed down to the river and saw that some of the land had actually washed away.

For a week he had the dream every night. Every morning he would rush down to the river and see that a piece of the land had been washed away. It was then that the people started to wonder: ‘Wonder if Elvis really have the mermaid comb fi true?’ By the start of the next week they had come to believe, and they started to exhort him to return the comb to the mermaid, and Pastor Lincoln came again to convince him to give back the comb and to save his mother’s house. ‘Yu father dead lef’ that house fi yu mother and it going to be yours when she gone and yu using yu own hands to mash it up, boy? Now, where yu hide the comb?’

Elvis’ mother and sister, too, begged him to throw the comb back into the river. But he had one thing to say to them all – that the mermaid had not kept her part of the bargain, and that he was going to keep the comb until she did because his mother’s life must be saved.

It was a Sunday afternoon when it happened. The whole district had come to see, ‘how the little boy mek mermaid mash up him father dead lef’ house.’ The men had helped to take the furniture out of the house and Elvis’ mother and sister were out there too, watching the last of their house come down. But Elvis was nowhere to be found.

Then the people saw him coming up from somewhere in the bushes. And they said, ‘See the fool deh.’ Elvis came with the old rusty comb in his hand. And the people said, ‘Then is really the comb that?’

Elvis came and stood on the bridge. He held the comb in his hand for a while, then threw it into the river. And the people said: ‘It too late fi that.’

And then, with a mighty sound, the house came crumbling down. The debris fell down at the riverside and some of it was washed away.

Then, from close beside Elvis, one little boy shouted, ‘Is what that?’

And a man asked, ‘What, what?’

‘Seet there,’ the little boy said, pointing. ‘Something like a trunk.’

They saw it and hurried down to the river. It was not one but three chests, and when they finally got an axe to break the chain and opened one chest they held their collective breath – for it was like a dream. In the chest were glorious things, great jewelry and gold and things they didn’t know. And the man who had asked the little boy ‘what’ said, ‘The treasure was buried under the house. The mermaid has given us the pirate’s treasure.’ The people looked at him strangely and he rephrased his statement: ‘The mermaid has given Elvis the pirate’s treasure.’

Then the people held Elvis aloft and sang ‘For he’s a jolly good fellow,’ and Elvis went to his mother and said: ‘Now you can get yu treatment properly, Mama

 

 

Manatees: The REAL Mermaids

To the sailors of earlier Caribbean exploration, imagine the excitement of not only discovering the New World, but that it also had mermaids. Surely, this was a blessed place. What a great sailor’s tale this would make on the tall ships and in the seaports of 16th century Europe.

So what if they were a bit ugly, in fact so ugly that only a mother could love them. But they were gentle and they didn’t talk back, or shoot arrows like the native people either.

Today manatees are an endangered species in the United States and they are a protected species in all of the Caribbean as well. These gentle mammals, a mature adult can weigh up to ¾ of a ton, live and breed in warm protected bays and lagoons. With their soft whiskery muzzle they browse on sea grasses, water hyacinths, and other aquatic vegetation as they cruise along just beneath the surface.

Descended from land mammals that returned to the sea during the Tertiary Period, manatees have gradually evolved during the last 20 million years and are unique to the New World. Females give birth to a single calf after a 12-month gestation period. Individual manatees are solitary animals, but are sometimes seen in small groups. Their skin is gray, leathery, and hairless. They have 3 to 4 fingernails on the tips of their pectoral flippers, a reminder of their ancient ancestry. They have no dorsal or anal fins and their round paddle shaped tail is horizontal.

Manatees are difficult to see because they swim slowly beneath the surface stopping only occasionally to expose their nostrils when breathing. This is usually accompanied by a short burst of air. To see them you need to get lucky. Hang around in the bays and shallows early in the morning when the sea is perfectly calm. You just might catch a glimpse of one of these gentle creatures.

Today, the biggest threat to manatees is man and his machines. Collisions with boats and boat propellers are the single biggest cause of manatee fatalities each year. Please be careful and watch out for the mermaids. Their future is in our hands.

 

https://www.phantomsandmonsters.com/2010/12/mermaids-of-caribbean.html

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Ẹni tí ò kú ló ni igbó òkè ọ̀hún. /
The person who is alive gets to own the farmland up yonder (eventually)……Yoruba Proverbs!

[Don’t give up; with life, virtually nothing is impossible]

 

All religion are valid as long as it teaches peace and love…. Obara Meji!

 

There are no disappointments in life, only lessons learned!….Obara Meji

 

 

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JOJO QUEEN
3 years ago

I see them all the times in my dreams, Before I had my son a male mermaid long black hair locks dark smooth skin tail colour of the sea shining holographic looking in the light, i was on the side of the river that had a beautiful water fall he was giving me a great show flipping up and down so beautiful. Then I found out I was having a boy loooooool but I already knew because they told me, funny thing is I could tell what the sex of any1 of my children are before birth and before any… Read more »

Nunu
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Nunu
9 years ago

Thanks Ty, Yazzy and Cam I didn’t remember a thing about the light, mi frighten suh till when mi is it flash. Mi glad still, Iba Yemoja!! Ty I didn’t know about crystal spring but I read in the gleaner I think, about the fight for the maroon gold. Goodnight you guys in the morrows!

Yazzy
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9 years ago

Goodnight my sweet Ty. Goodnight my sweet Cami. Goodnight all my other sisters and to all my brothers here…

I’m off to bed to dream dream about the glistening waters of trelawny I just saw. Mi hope riva mumma dream me with her mysterious nature.

Ty
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Ty
9 years ago
Reply to  Yazzy

Goodnight yazzy, sweet dreams…

Cami
9 years ago
Reply to  Ty

Ty, Ty, happy Monday to you and yours…have a great work week.

Cami
9 years ago
Reply to  Yazzy

Night munkin, pleasant dreams and a wonderful work week.

The same to all.

Yazzy
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9 years ago

I watched the vid Ty. Really incredible. Jamaica has so many hidden treasures. I’ve never heard of this place before. Yuh know who wuda capitalize pan it long time. Dem fi hide some a wi tressjahs dem weh lef man

Ty
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Ty
9 years ago
Reply to  Yazzy

Yes yazzie..the maroons are fighting…they trying to take our gold mines….they now have tours in our blessed caves…they dump garbage in the caves which are sacred,..

Cami
9 years ago
Reply to  Ty

Ty, there are countless mine deposits in that little Island. There’s one where I come from but no one will ever point the government or foreigners in its direction.

If WE the people cannot live good off of it why should anyone else…look pan African mines.

Ty
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Ty
9 years ago

Here is a another mysterious place in ja…glistening waters in trelawny

https://www.errolflynntours.com/tours_glistening_waters.html

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  Ty

Omg Ty that was a spectacular view. I know it’s even better if seen in person. Thanks for di hookup caz now dem have all tour site already established so this has to be pan mi bukit list of breathtaking places to visit.

Ty
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Ty
9 years ago
Reply to  Yazzy

Also add crystal springs…and laughing waters…if you have never been…

Yazzy
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9 years ago

Ty can you believe I haven’t had time to do any juicing?? I’m so hurt by it but I’m gonna get back in a bit. I’m still vegetarian tho..so at least that counts…and after my bday I stopped drinking COMPLETELY so… I’m not bad at all.. But I really miss my juicing.

Plz make sure you’re keeping up and juice fi mi till mi get back pan track

Ty
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Ty
9 years ago
Reply to  Yazzy

No prob…

We still juicing…

I am not a vegetarian yet…Yw, remains a vegetarian …

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  Ty

Mi know yuh have bacon issues lol. Take your time so when yuh finally get there it feels right. Mi proud of Yw fi stick with it as well…

Ty
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Ty
9 years ago
Reply to  Yazzy

Lol…yes, love me some bacon…

Cami
9 years ago
Reply to  Ty

Ital recipe for YW: Boil coconut milk down. Add: shredded cabbage, diced semi-sweet plantins, coined carrots, diced onions and tomato, black pepper and a bit of all purpose season and cook down like run down (coconut stew).

Nutrabullet is excellent for juicing coconut…other than that I hate the froth that it creates on every other juice.

Cami
9 years ago
Reply to  Ty

DWLN, Yazzy trying to whine you off a bacon, lol.

BTW, the bacon I raved about IS Grace fi true. All I remember was red background but my goodness the bacon lean and YUMMY! put that with a brown egg, couple slices of fried ripe Plantine between a granny cornbread and oh myyyyy! with a glass of coconut water and me good for the day while home in JA.

Yw
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Yw
9 years ago
Reply to  Ty

Look at that; say my name and I just appear. Simply amazing…..just don’t do it while looking in the bathroom mirror….creeeeepppppyyyyy.

Yw
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Yw
9 years ago
Reply to  Ty

Cami, that sounds yummy for truth. Will try and eat a plate wid you in mind, mi sister 🙂

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  Ty

Ty, what’s your thoughts on mineral bath??

Ty
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Ty
9 years ago
Reply to  Yazzy

They are wonderful to heal wounds and skin disorders…however they are not offered sacrifices and so many people drown in them as shallow as they can be…

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  Yazzy

I was clueless to the many drownings. Shallow as they are? I actually thought they had some spiritual component. I guess not

Ty
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Ty
9 years ago
Reply to  Yazzy

I am sure they do…that is why sacrifices should be given for the healing they do…

You will hear of drownings there too, even in the shallow areas…

Cami
9 years ago
Reply to  Ty

Ty, thanks for that I’ll have to go and visit that place. A you that a meditate? lolol At first glance she look like an eccentric cousin of mines (cho me a call people eccentric, lol).

Ty
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Ty
9 years ago

Iba Magbo…

Yazzy
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9 years ago

My babygirlls Ty and Cami!!! Goodnight my sweeties.
((Missed you both! Kisses and hugs while I’m here)) sorry I’ve been away that long.

Ty
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Ty
9 years ago
Reply to  Yazzy

No prob Yazzy…we know how it go…

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  Ty

Thanks my darling Ty. I know my seat is always safe next to yours! 😀

Hail up Yw and kisses for the babies! May Osun continue to embrace your fam.

Ty
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Ty
9 years ago
Reply to  Yazzy

THank you…

Ty
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Ty
9 years ago

St Mary is truly spiritual…not sure if you guys know if the place in st Mary where there is a magnetic field…..you park your car or place it in neutral and the car move up the hill back ways with nit power at all…

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  Ty

Ty, I questioned Obara about St. Mary today. It nuh nawmal deh man. It’s highly spiritual and some of its residents of the past are equally highly spiritual and spiritually gifted.

Ty
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Ty
9 years ago
Reply to  Yazzy

Yes Yazzy…

Ty
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Ty
9 years ago

EPA Yemoja !!!

Ty
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Ty
9 years ago

I grew up hearing many stories about the river mumma…

Manatees are seen also at the dam head for rio cobre…

The are very docile and you can swim with them…

Ty
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Ty
9 years ago

What di blurrsnaught?

I love this post…

Cami
9 years ago

Since we on mystical beings here is an article that is mind boggling to sleepers.

Obara, read it and tell me if is malevolent beings at work, I think so.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2976359/Freak-accident-involving-wine-glass-killed-R-B-singer-Charmayne-Maxwell-46-fell-drinking-home.html

NuNu
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9 years ago

Toy, Toy! Yailings!

toy7318
9 years ago

Wow! I believe mermaids are real. How is everyone doing. I am going to look up the mantee

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  toy7318

Hey babygirl Toy. I’m ok. Hope you are as well.

Cami
9 years ago
Reply to  toy7318

Hey Toy! hope all is well. ” House” full today.

Cami
9 years ago
Reply to  toy7318

I’ve had the pleasure of seeing manatees/sea cows. Blubbery and gray, I find the babies cute. If you live in Florida or visit you’ll best see them early morning at a marina or someplace close to a power plant. It’s illegal to interfere with them in any way at all.

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  Cami

Spot on with the Marina sightings Cami Cam!

NuNu
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9 years ago

Talking bout Yemoja, mi guh river wid the sugar an ting but mi neva want nobaddi si mi wid the bag a sugar dem suh mi guh unda the bridge but the water did start freeze suh mi couldn’t throw them too far and I had to break the ice first, suh mi ask Yemoja pardon but mi swear when I said the prayer give mi yail up and chill likkle. I saw a flash of light in my peripheral vision, by time mi turn mi head mi nuh si nutten. Of course mi guh try rationalize it an seh… Read more »

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  NuNu

Nunu yuh gi yuh offering mumzi??? Very proud of you!

All now mi nuh do none. It is very disgraceful. So how does it feel?? Guh see yuh out deh a bruk ice and a salute! Yes Nunu do yuh ting I love it! I know she is honored you came to pay your respects and I know she will bless you Abu dangly and I can’t wait to hear your testimony.

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  Yazzy

Bless you *abundantly

NuNu
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9 years ago
Reply to  Yazzy

Mi yail har man, but mi mek sure mi tell her seh mi nuh lick licky or craben still lol

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  Yazzy

Lmfaooooooo Nunu!!! Yuh tell har yuh nuh craven or licky licky like Ornell!! I think she knows!

Nunu in a serious note I pray for you and wish nothing but the best for you…. You are suchhhhh a sweeeeeeeeeeeeetie!!! If someone cross yuh, dem cross me… And dem cyah cross it!

Cami
9 years ago
Reply to  NuNu

NuNu, wasn’t the light something that O wrote has an indicator of acceptance, so you nah imagine it.

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  Cami

Cami I didn’t know that. If that’s the acceptance signal then Nunu yuh did very well babygirl! Your blessings are on the way…

Ty
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Ty
9 years ago
Reply to  Yazzy

Good luck Nunu…

Yazzy
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9 years ago

Obara I have a few silly questions..

What do you mean when you say someone has a old soul??
Also, if it is in fact that they have a old soul (depending on the answer), are they more advanced spiritually?? Does it mean they have been reincarnating many a times??

Yazzy
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9 years ago

Nunu how Mumz??? Mi nah lie mi did miss yuh eenuh! Mi happy yuh Neva do like me and tek up bad company and skull school. Yo you a goodaz!

Yazzy
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9 years ago

Obara, I also like Orisha Magbo. Wud love to see him walk the blursssnaught town! All now I can bring mi self to di visual that papa Ojubona guh dung a riva battam fi tree months!! Me de a di wrong side a town! I should be where the happenings are. I’m crazy about all this… Some scary shit but I’m nonetheless crazy about it all!! Very fascinated with all this…

Yazzy
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9 years ago

Obara I like that you pointed out that the “maid” was not at all being greedy about not having the other apples. She knew the offering/sacrifice was incomplete and they knew they made a petition which could have easily been rejected. Yemoja is always painted as being strict but she always has her reasons, it seems. So she’s lovingly strict. I really like her.

NuNu
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9 years ago
Reply to  Yazzy

Yazzy when I hear about Yemoja, she remind mi of a school principal

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  NuNu

Yes Nunu. I think very boss chick but sweet personality. But dem wi wah paint har as “the devil wears Prada”

NuNu
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9 years ago

What a duppy tryin’ cho! Lol
Howdy Toy!

NuNu
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9 years ago
Reply to  NuNu

Yazzy a suh mo’ while mi mout get mi inna chubble, mi shoulda fin’ out fuss di duppy full potential before mi guh fass eena Joy torey! Supposen a one a di extra trang duppy dem, lawd gawd! An yuh know mi cyaan tek bax much less duppy box!

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  NuNu

LMFAOOO NUNU!!! Yuh cyahhhh tec duppy bax ongle dem ice cream! **wink wink** grunggggggg!!

Nunu yuh fi careful caz yuh know dem love dem show dem self to yuh!

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  Obara Meji

Buff a grung!! It nuh right!! Obara and Nunu nuh good!! When di duppy a gi out bax mi nah seh a wud!! Mi nuh guh a Ornell College a blurrrsssnaught!

joy
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joy
9 years ago

I try embracingspiritualily.com and nothing going my way I don’t kn what I am not doing right anyway I leave it a lone I can’t be bother

joy
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joy
9 years ago

I don’t kn what I am doing wrong I am trying to send you a email but far some reason it not going though I go to were u send me

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  joy

Joy sweetie, it’s ok. It’s embracingspirituality@gmail.com to email Obara.

joy
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joy
9 years ago

I don’t know I have been trying to email you but far some reason I am not getting though I go to the website i and I try to send it I don’t kn what I am doing wrong

toy7318
9 years ago

Afternoon everyone. I have to finish reading.

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  toy7318

Hey mi sis Toy!!!! A affi tell yuh mi miss see yuh wid yuh sweet likkle self! Mi Obatala Chica. Mi happy to see you. Kisses and hugs boo!! I hope you and your lil babygirl are ok.

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Seaqueen
9 years ago

Hola mi chicas, Mumma O, Blurrsnaught Yazz, Nunu boo, and Ms. Joy! Sending love to the rest of family that are yet to come! Then O, yuh neva get ur treasure chest for returning the comb. River mumma neva deal wid yuh right lol

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  Seaqueen

Queenie mi sis!! Mi missed yuh velly velly much!!! Hugs and big kisses mi sweetie!!! Mi happy fi see yuh. Mi hope yuh and di kids good!

You and Obara have mi dead bout dis ya comb ya. Obara, mama get trick! I believe she got the riches when she HAD YOU! ((((Kisses)))))

NuNu
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9 years ago
Reply to  Seaqueen

Queenie it a put ideas inna mi mind, mi wonda if mi can fin’ a riva mumma comb yah now lol

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  Obara Meji

Obara how can I get one of dese blurrsssnaught BNR award!?????? GRUNGGGGGG!!!!

Obara when we come nexx year it sound like seh wi aguh need fi boops out di repellent manufactures dem. Masquita LOVE mi off!! Mi cyahhh tek it a how yuh manij??

joy
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joy
9 years ago

Hey yazzy how u doing hope to meet up with you one day happy Monday to u as well

Yazzy
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9 years ago
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Hope to meet you one day as well Joy! Maybe next year in Lagos, Nigeria on our spiritual sojourn retreat?? Make sure you attend sweetie! Big hugs!!

Yazzy
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9 years ago

Ok so I finally read the article! (Thanks Nunulita!) Dem mermaid deh mean business. Dem bungle up and a gi di ppl dem hell! Di minista hilarious nuh rass.. Him brave fi tek big big press platform and bawl out seh Mermaid dung deh a gi him help! Every badi know seh most whites aren’t scared to do extreme activities suh dem sen dem dung deh and if all dem quit to den yuh mus know! Cah when mi watch di scary movies they tend to paint di pichu like seh dem wuda linger around in di danger… Well from… Read more »

NuNu
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9 years ago
Reply to  Yazzy

Yazzy lolol a dat mi tek mek mark. Di white people dem usual very brave an if dem a lef den yuh mus know lol

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  NuNu

LMFAO!! Nunu yuh too bad.. Now dem have mi curiosity peaked. Mi wah tek brave and guh dung deh guh experience wah deh gwaan

Cami
9 years ago

Got bronchitis issues today so me not going to be on straight.

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  Cami

Cami Boooooooo!!!! Cami mi miss yuh velly velly bad mi munchkins!! Big hugs and kisses!! So happy to see yuh!

Mi hope yuh hurry up and get beta mi sweetie! How yuh do other than that?? Yuh kool??

NuNu
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9 years ago
Reply to  Yazzy

Lolol lawd man Yazzy mi.neva mean fi show up di “duncebatness” lolol yuh mad nuh shad!

Yazzy
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9 years ago
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Nunu yuh tan deh laugh! Somedays mi is a straight dunce bat! Weh mi wuda do wideout yuh dis ya day ya a click a guh weh pan di link nuh blurrrrsssnaught!! 😀

NuNu
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9 years ago
Reply to  Cami

Cami yuh guh out early mawning an ketch up draft mumz. Yuh fi memba fi cova yuh mole when yuh guh out. Bronchitis a nuh nutten fi ramp wid, mi hope yuh get better soon tuh

Cami
9 years ago
Reply to  NuNu

Whappon NuNu puss? You know i’ve been trying to figure out and BAM! you just remind me that rain wet the other night around 1am.

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  Obara Meji

Ok O. I’m here. Nunu yuh gone Chica??

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  Obara Meji

Obara di link nah wuk. Mi feel dunce ie si man! Dats why mi fi stay in school and ‘tap skull 😀

NuNu
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9 years ago
Reply to  Yazzy

Yazzy yuh cyaan click di link yuh haffi copy and paste in a new window

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  Yazzy

Sassscrise Nunu yuh nuh love mi ei nuh!! A a mek ya show up mi age suh star!! Yuh showcase mi duncebatnesssss!!!! GRUNG!!

Thanks Nunu Boo! Mi wi do dat.

NuNu
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9 years ago

I just resent the article.My phone was charging,sorry.

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  NuNu

Nunu where yuh read bout di Zimbabwe mermaid. Nuh tell mi mi a guh blind! A don’t seeit!

joy
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joy
9 years ago

I email you on Saturday I were wondering why I did get a respons fe you

NuNu
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9 years ago
Reply to  joy

Howdy Joy

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  Obara Meji

No sah Obara yuh fi galang beta to blurssssssnaught!! Lmfaooooooooo!!

NuNu
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9 years ago
Reply to  Obara Meji

I just resent the article.My phone was charging,sorry.

joy
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joy
9 years ago

Good day sis obara how were your weekend and good day to all my blogger

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  joy

Hey my sweetie Joy! I never got a chance to meet you but WELCOME with many hugs and kisses! Happy Monday…

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  Obara Meji

Obara you shared this story before. I now take heed to the needs/requests/sacrifices of the spirit & Orishas!!

HE became the sacrifice to backside…

Ty
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Ty
9 years ago
Reply to  Obara Meji

Same thing with flat bridge…neither the Germans nor the Chinese can widen it…

NuNu
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9 years ago

Lol! The Zimbabwe mermaids nuh easy! The minister seh di black workmen fraid fi guh down there suh dem hire some white workmen an as dem guh dem quit di job lolol The mermaids dem seh unoo nah build nutten here thank you very much!

NuNu
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9 years ago

Lolol the man seh, “The mermaid has given ‘us’ the treasure. Sir nuh bright yuhself!

NuNu
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9 years ago
Reply to  Obara Meji

Ok I will

NuNu
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9 years ago

Lawd di smaddy up top wid Ornell neva haffi dis wi likkle ‘bar’ suh! Lady it is a BAR not just a shed wid a fridge, cho man lol! It remind mi of some a wi tuck shop

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  NuNu

LMFAO!!! Mi sehhhhh di writa want wi run him dung wid bakkle and stone mek him drive weh inna him Ferrari dodging potholes like bullets!!

Him classssssss di mess outta di ppl dem “BAR” yuh frig! A weakkkkk!!!

NuNu
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9 years ago

Mi nuh done read but lawd sah, di dashing of wud! Poor mi!

NuNu
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9 years ago
Reply to  Obara Meji

That’s so funny you should speak about the tree. Lawd mi woulda wan’ si dat. Yesterday I was reading about aliens and contactees(since di post on dem, mi get curious an a read up tings den mi ketch mi fraid an couldn’t sleep good las’ night lol) and the article stated that not every difference is a threat. The universe is so diverse but one of the reasons we don’t interact more with others is because we wouldnt be able to recognize and value any sentient species, when we don’t even value each other. Eg. There is a being on… Read more »

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  NuNu

Very interesting Nunu! Fawud di article nuh!

NuNu
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9 years ago

Mi mumma! Mi frighten suh till wgen mi step in.yah dis mawning an si suh much comment an a Obara an Yazzy lol. Yuh know how long mi nuh hear blurrsnaught lolol Good morning Obara and Yazz!

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  NuNu

Mi so sarry!! Mi dis a come back!!! Mi sis Nunu!!!!!! Mawnin mi sweetie! Yuh know mi did miss yuh bad bad!! Velly velly bad to blurrsssnaught! 😀

Yazzy
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9 years ago

Obara, I’ve always found St. Mary to be a mysteriously intriguing place… Plagued with many paranormal activities… Do you know why is that??

I also think some of the residence of St. Mary (mostly those of the past) make up some of the most powerful and highly spiritual people on the island

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  Obara Meji

Mi seh smaddy fi turble but nuh suh! Ornell tongue “slippery” when wet….. With a BLURRSSSNAUGHTTTTT BEER!!! GRUNGGG!!!

Di beer stimulate his senses…

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  Obara Meji

***** empties clip****** Obara yuh dis kill mi!!!! I kaintttttt!! A need a blurrrssssnnnaaughtttt medic!!!

I need helpppppp!!! Him baggy buss up!!!! A weakkkkk!!!! Ornell College!!!!!

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  Obara Meji

Yuh hear di bredda him bout “the mermaid has given US the pirates tressjah” no to blllluuuurrrrrrrsssssnaughtttttt!!!

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  Obara Meji

Sasssssssscrisseeee!!!!! Obara I kaintttttt!!! A c-Russ c-Russ talk ya mek!!! Ornell yuh ting turble!!! Mi fraid a yuh!!!!

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  Obara Meji

Him fuss in line a bawl out seh di chuch need tithes and offering!!

Ps, Obara yuh fi galangal beta bout “tressjah” a cyahhhhhh tek it to blurrrrrsssnaughttttttt!!! 😀

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  Obara Meji

Yuh nuh wuk fi di queen suh nah hespeck (expect) nuh stiff uppa lip moddarata (moderator) ….

Lawd gawd a yasssoooo noiceeee!!! 😀 nuh behavior… A wah sen yuh guh a Ornell College!!!! GRUNNNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!! Obara!!!! Mi tripeeee!!!

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  Obara Meji

A chuuuu man Obara…Duttie Passen Lincoln fi galang beta dung a country man! Is suh him galang wid di congregation … Yuh see how quick him backtrack! Him fi run fi politician wuk!! Him cyahhh bi blursnaughtttttt c-russss???? 😀

Cami
9 years ago
Reply to  Obara Meji

Hey O. Can imagine how much donation and offering hypocrite pason get out of Elvis.

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  Obara Meji

Elvis fi President!! To blurssnaught!!! 😀

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  Obara Meji

Mi seh if mi see Ornell a come an mi de a bush a do mi bizniz mi lay dung hinna it cah Drunk-a-ready Ornell cyahhhhhh kip secret!!!! No sah!!! Lmfaoooooo!!!

Yazzy
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9 years ago

But a wah do drunk-a-ready Ornell!!! 😀

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  Obara Meji

LMF(blurrrsssssnaughttttt)AOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

Obara yuh have weakkkkk a grung!!!! Nunu aguh jump wi now!! **covers face**

Yazzy
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9 years ago
Reply to  Obara Meji

Weh mi seh!!!!! Obara yuh have mi weakkkkkkkk a blurrrrrsssnaught grung!!!!! LMFBLUUURRRRRRSSSSNAUGHTTTTAO!!!!!! 😀

**a cry mi cry** ((mi love when joke sweet mi till mi bawl eenuh! No sahhh)) joke fi sweet but nuh suh!!

Yazzy
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9 years ago

Omg, I fell in love with Elvis’s tale. Dem seh faith can move mountains but in this case, his moved the veil of disbelief from the eyes of the town and rewarded him for his incredible determination and profound love for his mommy.

Elvis!!!!!!

Cami
9 years ago
Reply to  Yazzy

ye ye you de bout? What’s up Yaz? miss you round here.

Your comment is on spot and the biggest hypocrite of them all is the pastor, lol

Yazzy
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9 years ago

Blurrrrsssnauuuught!!!!!! 😀 Mawnin mi sweetie Obara and all my sweeties here! Plz pardon my absence… I promise it wasnt intentional. I’m very pleased to see so many blursnaught new faces! WELCOME and respeck due! Obara now all day dis blursnaught ting a guh stuck hinna mi head! Lolol! Very impressive experiences noted above. Each so fascinating. I haven’t yet read the second portion of the article but just what you have personally experienced and that of your hubby and the others. Blursssnaught Obara, den yuh mean fi tell mi seh wi Ojubona’s papa lef guh a riva battam fi tree… Read more »

Amosah Dominic
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9 years ago

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