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On One of these Nigerian Facebook pages, a news claiming that fish rained from heaven in Thailand was posted; then Nigerians stated commenting...

ISAAC: My God, Jehovah Jireh is awesome.
AHMED: Allah is the Greatest!
JUDITH: Only Jesus can do this.
REBECCA: Jehovah is just too much, the world is coming to an end!
MOHAMMED: Isaac or what do you call yourself, you must be crazy! And you Judith, you've been fooled.
SAMSON: Terrorist Mohammed, just as your religion is of war you're here creating troubles. I will not trade words with you, but may the fire of God consume you and your religion of terrorism.
BELLA: My fellow Country people, the news up here is false. The incident actually occurred in China not Thailand, and it was a truck carrying Catfish that had one of its door broken accidentally. Please take a careful look at the picture, and you'll see that the fish only littered the tarred road and not the bush.
ABRAHAM IBRAHIM: Bella, after checking your information on facebook, I can conclude that you're an unbeliever and you will surely rot in hell-fire.
MOHAMMED: This girl is sick, are you trying to say God can't do this?
SAMSON: Bella, is definitely brain dead! She's talking as if she's an authority. I pity you...you will just burn in hell fire.
BELLA: Can't we just address the issue and stop attacking ourselves? I've provided links to support my claims that this post is a lie. Must you insult me?
JUDITH: Bella, shut up! You'd better accept Christ as your lord. Even if the door got broken, it's the lord doing.
AMINA: Bella is trying to claim I too know. Give me your address and I will send you a copy of the glorious Koran.
BELLA: Am out, but let me digress with you people...Christianity or Islam, which should I chose?

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