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Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by Neyoalao(m): 10:25pm On May 01
waywardpikin:


I think you can manage all your needs and still flex if you're prudent with money on a budget of 30k. For me, I think I spent between 50-70k in camp which may or may not be much if you think about it. Minus my allowee which I also blew.

I am really sensitive to issues concerning money especially on a forum like nairaland, but I'll put this out there for anyone who really needs the info. I paid 60k. 100% guaranteed.
5ok for few weeks. En owoblow oti poju my mind no fit spend that much in that short while. But ama set standards do ain't really gonna eat camp food. Come when you go finish your story nah. I need OT oh getting babes on camp not the money sucking one's oh
Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by waywardpikin(m): 12:54am On May 02
Neyoalao:

5ok for few weeks. En owoblow oti poju my mind no fit spend that much in that short while. But ama set standards do ain't really gonna eat camp food. Come when you go finish your story nah. I need OT oh getting babes on camp not the money sucking one's oh

Loool

Nothing wrong with camp food though. The food ain't so bad, apart from beans. You should avoid that if you love yasef. Just stay tuned, OT plenti...
Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by annexes: 5:42am On May 02
waywardpikin:


Lol @ 4-5k per day. Some days I made sure I spent less than 1k, other days I spent as high as 5k on a whim, so you're not far from the truth. Still, I don't believe you need loads of cash to have fun. I would have had fun either way.

Where did you serve?
Really, there may be some days you may not have to spend, and some days you"ll spend more than that, all boils down to who you're and who you move with. I camped @ Yikpata, Kwara state.
Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by Neyoalao(m): 7:49am On May 02
annexes:
Really, there may be some days you may not have to spend, and some days you"ll spend more than that, all boils down to who you're and who you move with. I camped @ Yikpata, Kwara state.
Nice have got my hopes on Kwara. How kwara camp be and the babes turn up lol. And please where are the places to look out for in terms of posting and is it doable in camp? I no like teaching at all.
Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by PabloT77(m): 3:59pm On May 02
@waywardpikin Oga finish ur story na
Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by Teaser4(m): 12:04am On May 03
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Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by mollymotion(m): 8:56am On May 03
Nice write up, I am already tired and scared to enter camp me wey like myself.
Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by noimot16(f): 3:56pm On May 03
oya come and continue your story nau....
Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by alfarouq(m): 4:43pm On May 03
noimot16:
oya come and continue your story nau....
Sis, u ve got a very pretty name, but you are blunting it the way you wrote it, it is pronounced na'iimaa.

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Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by waywardpikin(m): 6:00pm On May 03
After we finished enjoying ourselves it was time for the girls to leave, her two friends introduced themselves to me with glee and I did the same. I forgot their names almost immediately. From there I went to the indomie guy to pick up my imported parcel of MJ. In fact, having that MJ in my pocket was the greatest highlight of my entire day. How I'd missed her so much! I was so glad that I wouldn't have to go through camp sober, that was freaking depressing. He said people moled that sh!t up and smoked it in Mami market but it sounded so risky to me as most of the soldiers knew the smell of SK seeing as they smoked that sh!t up as well. I was gonna chew the hell out of it biko. From there I put a call through to Hajia who asked me to meet her at the parade ground. I went to meet her and sat on a seat she'd reserved for me. There was a show going on, didn't know what it was about. In Lagos camp, there is a show EVERY single night for one thing or the other, only God knows what these people were always celebrating. The cool breeze serenaded the both of us as we both gisted and laughed with each other. She told me about her toasters, and how guys have been disturbing her life in camp.

'They don't even care about the fact that I have a boyfriend o. Can you just imagine?'

'Don't mind them jare. But seriously, you can't blame them na. Have you looked in the mirror before? You are the most beautiful Hajia I have ever seen in my life,' I teased. She tapped me playfully on my shoulders and just then her phone began to ring. She looked at it and hissed, shoving the phone into my face.

'Just look, one of them is calling me again.'

'Why don't you just pick it and hear what he has to say?'

'For what? Every time he will want to know where I am, he will be asking us to hang out. What's he looking for? Can't he take a hint?' She hissed again.

'Well I think you should give him a chance. You never can tell,' I said, as the solicitor-in-chief for guy's affairs that I was na.

'Abeg let's talk another beta tin jare. So where were you? Mami market abi?'

'Yes.'

'With who?' She queried.

'My friends.'

'Hmmm are you sure? Abi you were with some ladies?'

'Ladies ke? Come on, I don't do such,' I replied innocently as she yimu-ed me.

'Come to think of it, I hardly see you with any guy, you're always walking alone. Why?'

'I don't know o... Besides I already have a camp bestie na.'

'Who is that?'

'You of course,' I said, looking into her eyes. She smiled and blushed happily, before resting her head on my shoulders as we watched corpers climb the stage to display their God-given talents including the Good, the Bad, the Ugly, and the downright Atrocious. It was a fun night as we laughed, applauded and criticized each of the contestants. Every night, Lagos camp was divided into two worlds: Mami market on one side, and the Parade ground on the other, where shows were held every night. Many nights it was such a struggle choosing between the two worlds, until she-who-must-not-be-named came in and tipped the scales in the favour of one of the worlds. If you were a sadist, you would probably always want to stay in the hostel. But why do that when you can also do the same thing in your family house by staying indoors? Life is meant to be lived! That is my philosophy anyway. The parade ground provided the avenue to still catch your fun without spending cash, and believe me, it is in this zone that majority of the smoochers and current tappers resided. Dark corners everywhere, appealing to the sinners like, 'Come all ye who desire to press nyansh and suck bweast, for I shall provide ye shelter.'

After the show, the bugle blew by 10pm and it was time for everyone to go to the hostel. I escorted Hajia to the front of the hostel but I was at a loss on what to do next. Should I shake her hand or hug her? Which one biko? We stood there talking for a while as was the custom in camp every night, guys and girls paired off into unholy groups; saints and sinners congregating in a futile attempt to stretch the moment out a little longer only to start the process all over again the next day. When it was time for Hajia to leave, I simply 'waved' her goodnight. Like I said earlier - new uncharted territory for me. I got to my room prepared to shower and have a nice enjoyable sleep only to be greeted by what can only be described as a hero's welcome:

'Baddest guy, na you oooo.'

'Omo Wayward Pikin na only you carry three Slay Mamas, you wan kill yourself?'

'Mehn, you be bad guy o... Who be that fine muslim girl wey I see you with?' Another guy added.

'You see am with another babe?'

'Yes.'

'This same night?'

'Yes ooo.'

'Omo we see am for Mami market with three fine babes like this. Only am o!'

'Choooooooooooi!'

They teased me endlessly and all I could do was smile as the allegations and hailings kept pouring in.

'Who is that muslim girl to you though?' Mazi, a guy who sold pink lips balm in the room asked me.

'She's just a friend,' I replied, my voice almost a whisper as the entire room stared at me. Obviously they had been discussing my matter before I arrived.

'You say wetin?' He asked again.

'She's just a friend.'

'Chooooooooooooooooi!!!' The whole room chorused in disbelief.

'Lies from the deepest pits of hell fire,' someone shouted.

'In that case, my mother is a virgin!' A very dark skinned bloke screamed.

'You wey dey talk, so you still get mouth to talk?' Someone else said to the dark skinned bloke.

'Wetin happen?' I asked out of curiosity.

'You no know? This guy follow for people wey faint for parade group today!'

'You don't mean it?' I said incredulously. Remember when I said about seven people fainted that day? I had assumed that it was all girls, not knowing a guy was among them, much less, someone in the same room as me. Unsurprisingly, he was now in soup, as the whole room turned to face him.

'Guy if you see the way this guy take faint ehn....' someone was saying.

'Like a sack of garri!!!' Another dude completed the gist. We all burst out laughing as we heaped yabbings upon yabbings on the poor dude's head.





Needless to say, he was the first person to fall asleep that night.


Xoxo,

Wayward Pikin.

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Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by waywardpikin(m): 6:03pm On May 03
PabloT77:
@waywardpikin Oga finish ur story na

Teaser4:
.... following powerfully

Updated.
Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by waywardpikin(m): 6:04pm On May 03
mollymotion:
Nice write up, I am already tired and scared to enter camp me wey like myself.

Why should you be scared? cheesy
Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by waywardpikin(m): 6:06pm On May 03
noimot16:
oya come and continue your story nau....

Resurrected ghost reader ayaf continued o tongue

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Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by noimot16(f): 10:03pm On May 03
waywardpikin:

Resurrected ghost reader ayaf continued o tongue
...and u paused again,why are u doing this to me?
Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by Angelswt(f): 11:15am On May 04
nice write-up!
Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by SODEXSKI(m): 1:51pm On May 04
waywardpikin:
After we finished enjoying ourselves it was time for the girls to leave, her two friends introduced themselves to me with glee and I did the same. I forgot their names almost immediately. From there I went to the indomie guy to pick up my imported parcel of MJ. In fact, having that MJ in my pocket was the greatest highlight of my entire day. How I'd missed her so much! I was so glad that I wouldn't have to go through camp sober, that was freaking depressing. He said people moled that sh!t up and smoked it in Mami market but it sounded so risky to me as most of the soldiers knew the smell of SK seeing as they smoked that sh!t up as well. I was gonna chew the hell out of it biko. From there I put a call through to Hajia who asked me to meet her at the parade ground. I went to meet her and sat on a seat she'd reserved for me. There was a show going on, didn't know what it was about. In Lagos camp, there is a show EVERY single night for one thing or the other, only God knows what these people were always celebrating. The cool breeze serenaded the both of us as we both gisted and laughed with each other. She told me about her toasters, and how guys have been disturbing her life in camp.

'They don't even care about the fact that I have a boyfriend o. Can you just imagine?'

'Don't mind them jare. But seriously, you can't blame them na. Have you looked in the mirror before? You are the most beautiful Hajia I have ever seen in my life,' I teased. She tapped me playfully on my shoulders and just then her phone began to ring. She looked at it and hissed, shoving the phone into my face.

'Just look, one of them is calling me again.'

'Why don't you just pick it and hear what he has to say?'

'For what? Every time he will want to know where I am, he will be asking us to hang out. What's he looking for? Can't he take a hint?' She hissed again.

'Well I think you should give him a chance. You never can tell,' I said, as the solicitor-in-chief for guy's affairs that I was na.

'Abeg let's talk another beta tin jare. So where were you? Mami market abi?'

'Yes.'

'With who?' She queried.

'My friends.'

'Hmmm are you sure? Abi you were with some ladies?'

'Ladies ke? Come on, I don't do such,' I replied innocently as she yimu-ed me.

'Come to think of it, I hardly see you with any guy, you're always walking alone. Why?'

'I don't know o... Besides I already have a camp bestie na.'

'Who is that?'

'You of course,' I said, looking into her eyes. She smiled and blushed happily, before resting her head on my shoulders as we watched corpers climb the stage to display their God-given talents including the Good, the Bad, the Ugly, and the downright Atrocious. It was a fun night as we laughed, applauded and criticized each of the contestants. Every night, Lagos camp was divided into two worlds: Mami market on one side, and the Parade ground on the other, where shows were held every night. Many nights it was such a struggle choosing between the two worlds, until she-who-must-not-be-named came in and tipped the scales in the favour of one of the worlds. If you were a sadist, you would probably always want to stay in the hostel. But why do that when you can also do the same thing in your family house by staying indoors? Life is meant to be lived! That is my philosophy anyway. The parade ground provided the avenue to still catch your fun without spending cash, and believe me, it is in this zone that majority of the smoochers and current tappers resided. Dark corners everywhere, appealing to the sinners like, 'Come all ye who desire to press nyansh and suck bweast, for I shall provide ye shelter.'

After the show, the bugle blew by 10pm and it was time for everyone to go to the hostel. I escorted Hajia to the front of the hostel but I was at a loss on what to do next. Should I shake her hand or hug her? Which one biko? We stood there talking for a while as was the custom in camp every night, guys and girls paired off into unholy groups; saints and sinners congregating in a futile attempt to stretch the moment out a little longer only to start the process all over again the next day. When it was time for Hajia to leave, I simply 'waved' her goodnight. Like I said earlier - new uncharted territory for me. I got to my room prepared to shower and have a nice enjoyable sleep only to be greeted by what can only be described as a hero's welcome:

'Baddest guy, na you oooo.'

'Omo Wayward Pikin na only you carry three Slay Mamas, you wan kill yourself?'

'Mehn, you be bad guy o... Who be that fine muslim girl wey I see you with?' Another guy added.

'You see am with another babe?'

'Yes.'

'This same night?'

'Yes ooo.'

'Omo we see am for Mami market with three fine babes like this. Only am o!'

'Choooooooooooi!'

They teased me endlessly and all I could do was smile as the allegations and hailings kept pouring in.

'Who is that muslim girl to you though?' Mazi, a guy who sold pink lips balm in the room asked me.

'She's just a friend,' I replied, my voice almost a whisper as the entire room stared at me. Obviously they had been discussing my matter before I arrived.

'You say wetin?' He asked again.

'She's just a friend.'

'Chooooooooooooooooi!!!' The whole room chorused in disbelief.

'Lies from the deepest pits of hell fire,' someone shouted.

'In that case, my mother is a virgin!' A very dark skinned bloke screamed.

'You wey dey talk, so you still get mouth to talk?' Someone else said to the dark skinned bloke.

'Wetin happen?' I asked out of curiosity.

'You no know? This guy follow for people wey faint for parade group today!'

'You don't mean it?' I said incredulously. Remember when I said about seven people fainted that day? I had assumed that it was all girls, not knowing a guy was among them, much less, someone in the same room as me. Unsurprisingly, he was now in soup, as the whole room turned to face him.

'Guy if you see the way this guy take faint ehn....' someone was saying.

'Like a sack of garri!!!' Another dude completed the gist. We all burst out laughing as we heaped yabbings upon yabbings on the poor dude's head.





Needless to say, he was the first person to fall asleep that night.


Xoxo,

Wayward Pikin.
BABA come complete am before we start our own
Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by mollymotion(m): 12:09am On May 05
finally this guy don stop.
Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by smadav(m): 7:50am On May 05
baba update now wetin self
Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by Jukosoft(m): 8:09am On May 05
Oga! I joined nairaland because of you
Please finish what you started

Such an amazing write-up!!
Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by youngforever22: 9:00am On May 05
Waywardpikin abeg before going wayward come and finish this story
Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by youngforever22: 9:13am On May 05
Waywardpikin abeg before totally going wayward come and finish what you started
Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by waywardpikin(m): 9:13am On May 05
It was the same ritual the next day, and I found myself on the parade group with other Corpers by 4am, thinking about my life and wondering who I might have offended to find myself awake by this time. On the parade ground, we line up according to platoon, just like we used to line up by class during assembly in secondary school. I was such a restless soul, I would shift the weight of my body from one leg to the other, and if I was at the back, if I got too restless I would go to the middle of the line and perch there, either to listen to gist or banter with someone I'd only just met. If it got too quiet or my legs were scratching me, I'd move to the front of the line to see what was happening there. I'd made my rounds from the back of the line to the middle, and was about to move to the front when someone tapped me lightly on the shoulder. I turned and my heart leapt for joy. It was Nife!

Like Michael Jackon, I did the moonwalk and slid behind her, her big ukwu brushing my groin softly. Suddenly the morning drills were not so monotonous and torturous anymore, as I was the top of my game, the jokes spilling nonstop. I had her laughing and tapping my shoulders as I unleashed the funny side of me. When it was time to do the exercises, in which we mimic the moves of the soldier addressing the assembly, I participated with rapt attention, like I was preparing for the Olympics. Then the soldier started to jump. I wanted to start jumping too, but then I saw Nife jumping in front of me, and my brain short-circuited. Everything was jiggling in various directions (boobs, ass & various condiments) and it took the will of Jah Jehovah to force myself to concentrate. Then we started what could pass as an endurance walk. We gisted as we walked, and one thing I liked about Nife is that she was so fit. She was also representing our platoon in the volleyball competition. She asked how I was enjoying camp and I opened the book of lamentations for her. I told her how I almost died on the first day, how my legs almost gave out, and how I wish I could fastforward till the end of camp. I asked how her first day was for her and she said it was fine, that she enjoyed it. I looked at her with shock in my eyes.

'So you didn't feel any pain? Your legs weren't shaking or anything?'

'No, it was normal to me na.'

'Wow you're really strong o... Are you sure you don't pound yam for a living?'

She laughed and tapped me playfully on my shoulders and I felt like I was in heaven. I wished she would never stop touching me.

In my mind I was like 'Touch me baby... Useless me! Epp me to destroy my destiny!'

Our trek soon broke into a jog, and the soldiers began to sing a couple of funny songs which we all grabbed pretty quickly.

'SHOE. GET. SIZE! OKRIKA GET QUALITY!!!'

'IF CORPER MARRY CORPER DEM GO BORN MUMU!'

And this call and response song which is actually my favorite:

'OYA HOL' SOMETHING!! HOL' SOMETHING!! HOL' SOMETHING!! HOL' SOMETHING!!'

As shouts of 'Hold Something!' rented the air, some unruly corpers actually grabbed the arses of the female corpers in front of them. After all, the instruction was to hold something, and obedience is better than sacrifice. Surprisingly, the female corpers didn't complain. I looked at Nife's ripe, succulent ass in front of me but I couldn't bring myself to grab it, not just yet.

********

In the afternoon of that day, I found myself at the place where they charge phones. I'd come to pick up mine. I usually feel sick when I am not with my phone. The phone was about 98% but I was determined to wait there until my phone was 100% to get my money's worth. As I sat there, my mind drifted off as it usually does. I was thinking about everything and nothing, I was there but I wasn't there. All of a sudden the sound of fingers snapping in front of my face dragged me back to reality. I looked up, and it was Nife looking at me with an amused expression on her face.

'Why is it that anytime I see you, you are always looking lost and confused?' She asked me.

Um... Maybe it was because I had zero friends, I was bored most of the time, and I had been hating my stay in camp so far?

'It's because of you na, I'm always wondering where you are. You're like a ghost. It's like you hardly come out of your hostel?'

'Maybe. If it's not about morning drills or afternoon drills I usually just stay in the hostel.'

'What of in the evenings? Would you like to hang out? Maybe at Mami market or wherever. That could be fun,' I asked. My heart was beating terribly on the inside while I maintained a deadpan expression on the outside. For some reason, I really really really really really really really really really really really really really really liked her.

'Sure, no problem.'

'Great!' I said excitedly as I unplugged my phone, mindless of whether my phone was full enough. Who cares about such trivialities when in the presence of this regal queen?

'Can I have your number before I forget? Because I seem to always forget,' I asked with more humility than DJ Humility himself.

She gave me her number and I got the heck out of dodge, walking away as coolly and as casually as I could in case she was staring after me, but in my mind, I was shrieking like a secondary school girl! Tonight was gonna be the bomb, and I ain't talking Osama.

I finally had her number! Somebody shout hallelujah!! Iyalaya anybody!!! angry

Xoxo,

Wayward Pikin.

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Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by waywardpikin(m): 9:15am On May 05
SODEXSKI:
BABA come complete am before we start our own
Updated egbon...
Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by waywardpikin(m): 9:16am On May 05
mollymotion:
finally this guy don stop.
Lol is that your wish Mr Motion?
Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by waywardpikin(m): 9:17am On May 05
smadav:
baba update now wetin self
Hmm... e be like say u wan beat me o
Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by waywardpikin(m): 9:19am On May 05
Jukosoft:
Oga! I joined nairaland because of you Please finish what you started
Such an amazing write-up!!
Aww... I'm honored. Just stick around tori remain small.
Thanks for the compliment.
Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by waywardpikin(m): 9:26am On May 05
youngforever22:
Waywardpikin abeg before totally going wayward come and finish what you started

Being wayward won't stop me from finishing the tori bro
Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by Teaser4(m): 8:15pm On May 05
Good job bro, na so u dey fall 4 our babe, oau babe dey make sense, dem tight. more updates.... i dey expect am like d 2nd coming of jesus.

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Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by exeasy(m): 7:46am On May 06
Mr waywardpikin, you be born writer oo abi you learn am Your writing style is superb not to even talk of your grammer. You gats teach me oo. Fully enjoying your write up, thumbs up sensei

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Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by waywardpikin(m): 7:21pm On May 06
exeasy:
Mr waywardpikin, you be born writer oo abi you learn am Your writing style is superb not to even talk of your grammer. You gats teach me oo. Fully enjoying your write up, thumbs up sensei

Lol thanks man cheesy
Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by waywardpikin(m): 7:23pm On May 06
Teaser4:
Good job bro, na so u dey fall 4 our babe, oau babe dey make sense, dem tight. more updates.... i dey expect am like d 2nd coming of jesus.

Hehehe... you don dey use ur babes dey make mouth abi? It's allowed cheesy cheesy
Re: Nysc Chronicles Of A Wayward Lagos Corper - The Search For The One by Teaser4(m): 7:55pm On May 06
waywardpikin:


Hehehe... you don dey use ur babes dey make mouth abi? It's allowed cheesy cheesy
Lol bro, our babes dey try

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