Nigerians Fighting on Social Media

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BALA: You are very bias, you're intellectually dwarf.
UCHE: You are a stupido, do I look like your mate?
BALA: Truth is, if you should see me in reality, I bet it that you won't dare look into my eyes to say all these rubbish.
SHINA: Facebook is a such a place where people claim to be one super-hero typing behind their browsing device screens. I can't understand how someone will be boasting about being stronger than another person he's yet to see physically.
UCHE: I am here in Aba town anytime, I will kill you if you dare come here.
BALA: I have Magnum, IED meaning Improvised Explosive Device. I reside in Kano...you know what I mean?
SUSAN: Hello everyone, I'm am final year student in one of the federal universities in Nigeria. I need money to complete my studies. Here is my account detail: 
Susan Godwin
GTBank
0025686427.
Remember that it is better to give than to receive.
God bless you.
SHINA: OMG! This crook is actually begging for money. Susan you should be ashamed of yourself. 
UCHE: Shina, you are crazy. Must you insult her if you don't have anything to give the poor girl? Idiot.
BALA: Shina is a fool, I know you can't make a good husband.
SHINA: Do I look like Drug traffickers like you?
SUSAN: May God punish the wicked people.
UCHE: Susan, Amen o! Please inbox me your phone number.
BALA: womaniser you are @Uche.
SUSAN: Deal with the account number first, and I will call you to say thank you.
BALA: Chai, this girl is Asewo, prostitute. I will report you to facebook.

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