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I wasn't payed to say that "AIRTEL IS VERY SINCERE AND TRUST WORTHY IN THEIR PROMISE AND THEY NEVER CHEAT IT CUSTOMERS" unlike "EVERYWHERE U GO" and "NOW THEY ARE TALKING"
But my problem with airtel is their short range of network.

See hungry people wey neva chop belle-full wan dey bééf omo-baba olowo.....but the truth about davido is that he does nt need ur money, all he wants is social recorgnision which he buys with his father's money....... Wizkid dey voice anything.....Olamide dey rap anything.....Davido dey shout anything.
Meself dey write anything.

Dis is wat happens when u ar being cheated for what u ought to enjoy for free......
Paying for an internet connection?

Boss: saka wat is happening here.....what ar all these children doing on an express road?
Saka: oga, na express and unlimited awoof dem dey look for......

HAH: Is this for real ? 1gb for 500 pls can someone confirm so that I can take advantage sharp sharp

olé, see as ur brain don dey miscommunicate b'coz of awoooof.

Amen o..... Many things ar going wrong.

the guy juju don catch all dis Africa women......including my grand-mother

I sincerely apologize >>>>>>>>>

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I did not hear from BJ again for nearly a month. I was a bit disappointed because I had felt a connection with him. It wasn’t just that he was very rich (though that didn’t hurt), but he seemed a decent kind of guy. It wasn’t just me alone for he had also made a deep impression among the ladies in my office as some of them kept asking after him. That too was not surprising as most rich men always made an impression on most of my deposit-hungry colleagues!
Even Isabel was encouraging me to date him.
“Girl, don’t let that guy slip through your fingers,” she said one morning in the office while munching greedily on a doughnut.
I looked up from the computer screen on my desk where I had been working.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked.
“For one thing, he’s loaded, a multi-millionaire. He’s good-looking too and a sharp dresser...”
“So?” I asked again, with raised brows.
“Is that all you can say? What more do you want in a guy?”
“All he did was take me out to dinner. He hasn’t asked me to be his girlfriend,” I pointed out.
She sighed.
“Maybe you didn’t give him the ‘green light’. Some guys need encouragement, you know,” she noted.
“Aren’t you forgetting something? Jamie,” I stated with emphasis.
He was my boyfriend of over five years and we were planning to get married. He worked in a government agency in Abuja while I was in Lagos. It wasn’t easy for us because of the distance but we kept in touch by phone and also tried to see each other as often as possible.
“I know you love Jamie. But can you trust him to remain faithful being so far away in Abuja?” she wondered.
I assured her my boyfriend loved me too much to mess around with other ladies.
“We will be getting married soon anyway and I will move over to join him,” I stated confidently.
Isabel shrugged.
“That shouldn’t stop you from keeping BJ close to you. He’s a big fish that most girls would love to hook.”
“Why don’t you ‘hook’ him yourself then?” I countered.
“I might do just that, you know. Can I have his number?” she asked, picking up her phone.
“Thief! Ole!” I said teasingly.
She laughed and said:
“Siddon there. I go snatch am from you if you no sharp o!”
I made a face at her and went back to work.
I had told Isabel I was not interested in BJ romantically, but that did not stop me from feeling excited when he called one evening after work. He said he had been out of the country on a business trip and wanted to take me out again.
I didn’t want to seem too eager so I told him I was busy but I would let him know in a few days when I would have the time.
“Don’t keep me waiting too long. I really want to see you,” he said.
I smiled to myself after the call, pleased that he had missed me.
That weekend, I went out with BJ again. This time, he took me to the cinema. After watching a movie, we attended a dinner party that was held in a swanky hotel on the Island that he had been invited to.
I felt inadequately dressed for such an event but when I told him, he said:
“You look fine. You will look pretty in anything.”
It was a nice evening and I didn’t want it to end. Later, we took drinks at the poolside of the hotel, chatting and taking some snacks.
I sipped a chapman while BJ settled for some brandy. It was a balmy night with a cool breeze blowing from the lagoon nearby. That night, BJ told me a bit of his background. An orphan, he had lost both parents in quick succession while still in high school. He was sent to live with an uncle in Ibadan while his younger sister, his only sibling stayed with their grandmother in the village.
His uncle, though not well-to-do, had insisted on sending him to the university.
“It was tough because he had his own children to train, all on his civil servant’s pay. But we managed and I was able to graduate. He said he had worked for a couple of years before deciding to go into business, specialising in the importation of industrial chemicals, equipment and recently oil and gas. He had really done well for himself and I told him so.
“Your wife must be really proud of you,” I stated.
He laughed at that.
“Wife? Do you see any ring on my finger? he enquired, showing me his fingers.
I shrugged.
“Some men hide their wedding rings, pretending to be bachelors just to hoodwink unsuspecting ladies.”
He laughed again.
“I believe men who do that are irresponsible. Why pretend to be what you are not?”
My mobile phone rang just then. It was Jamie. We spoke for a while and as I hung up, I felt a little guilty.
He thought I was at home in bed, not realising I was out on a date with a wealthy customer of our bank.
“How’s your man?” BJ asked as I took a sip of my drink.
“He’s fine,” I replied.
“He’s such a lucky guy. I envy him,” he said.
I looked at him surprised.

“Why would you do that? With all that you have going for you –good looks, money, status-you can have any woman you want. So, why would you envy Jamie?”

“Because he has something precious, something I would love to have, but is currently unavailable,” he stated, his eyes boring deeply into mine. They were mesmerising eyes that seemed to draw me into them and I found it difficult tearing my eyes away.

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand,” I said, though I knew quite well what he meant.
He gave a little smile.
“I bet you do. You should know by now that I like you. I’m not looking for a fling. I can get that from anywhere. I want something deeper, more meaningful.”
I shook my head.
“You know that’s not possible. I...”
“Yes, I know. Jamie, your fiancé. But even with that, maybe you can create a little space in your heart and life for me. Is that too much to ask?”
I thought about it a little.
“I will try,” I stated, smiling coyly at him.
“You look so sweet when you smile like that. You should be smiling more often, you know,” he said.
I laughed, feeling really relaxed and happy.
He leaned forward and taking my hands in his said:
“Tilda, I have a proposal that I want to make to you. Will you...?”


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The area my guys (Fela and Kale)and I lived wasn’t the sought of area I had fantasized to live as a student, I had wanted to live among my peers who lived in all these titled villas such as ‘Millionaire villa’ ‘one-love villa’ ‘Big Boyz villa’….where crazy relationship and social mingling can be achieved in an informal manner (naija student know wetin I mean na)………but all that turned dust due to my late admission (second batch). Unfortunately for me, I secured an accommodation very far from my dream settlement. A greedy care-taker got me a one room apartment which was in a ‘face me-i-face you’ building with so many local occupant in it other rooms.
My residence was an odd sought, filled with local residence as neighbors and it was so far away from where other student resides, this made me accommodate two other poor ‘jambitos’ like me to help achieve the social groove…….my ‘roomies’ had a financially poor background just like myself and that factor had made us see ourselves as brothers……we share no secrets but instead, we share anything we have between ourselves no matter how little….even our wears
‘Fela’ just like the legendary ‘Anikulapo’ does crazy things some times, and that was one of the factor that made me accormodate him as a brother and a social companion, he could be selfish and self centered but he still have his ‘light’.
‘Kale’ on the other hand is like the ‘Dele Giwa’……acting like a man above his age and trying to always act like the most matured guy in the room.

IZUKWU: Guy,which year you watch manchester united against aston villa in uefa champions league.

that's one of the thousands feature of a dream

@luvmijeje, i've being greatly challenged.....i won't let my readers down. Thanks.

Chai.....wallahi you i fooni die faaa...
It was simply cool.

@Ishilove, u ar on point. Na phone i dey use, i better use my laptop. I will take to it.

@6:30am
I was woken up by d sound of d alarm on my phone, i gradually felt my head arching me as a stood up from my bed to go wake my room-mate 'Fela' who was snooring like a bull beside me.
"guy wake up o, we get GNS test"
Fela jumped off his bed and rushed pass me, he grabed his towel,spong case and a bucket of water frm under his bed and ran outside to go take his bath, behaving like i was invisible. I didn't mind him, Fela is always like that, very greedy guy. 'Kale' my other roomie was dis cool headed guy who considers others. "gud morning" kale said after i had woken him up also.
I narrated my dream to Kale who looked sleepy but i didn't care if he listens or nt, all i wanted was someone to talk to.
"why did u keep dreaming of same event every nite......and why a bartender?" kale asked
"seriouslly i don't knw but surely something is nt right.....i have being having semilar dream every nite.....and all felt so real, do u think its a bad omen?" i asked fearfully
"my guy i no knw o, bt just dey pray against bad luck".
After few moment i pulled my bucket out frm under my bed to prepair for bath and the water in it was gone.
"Fela, na god go punish u!!" i shouted in anger.
Fela entered d room looking guilty and pleaded saying "guy no vex, i think sey na my bucket be that....."
i knw he was lieing, he had no water in his bucket yester-nite.
"hw u wan make é get water for dis dry season na?......and u knw sey we all get GNS and Adeyanju test dis morning"
kale said on my behalf as i dashed out of d room to go search for water in d cold harmattan morning.
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I fit swear with my life sey Nigeria and Ghana girls will do thesame for Iyanya.....crazy world indeed.

@OP, i had same problem last year even though i was a creative guru but after reading many novels which were lesser in standard than mine, i wrote over 40 poems within a week and few uncompleted novels. Go through some of my write-ups on nairaland. U can start with a small diary.

Lemme guess!!
The guy behind d door was the one in d car u say earlier, he must be a womanizer. Sorry if i don spoil d suspence, i'm also a writer.

I don enter ur literary train, don't stop just ride on.

100%:
It's TIME we re-focus, re-engineer and re-align our efforts resources, physically mentally spiritually and otherwise

We need a revolution
What is a revolution
What and how do we want Nigeria to be
What do we stand to gain
How do we go about revolution
What are risks
How do we handle the risk
How do we sustain the revolution
How will the coordination be

this is exactly the types of brain i would love to pally with for a neccessary revolution. REVOLUTION IS WHAT OUR SHAMELESS POLITICIANS NEEDS TO GET THEIR EXCESES CHECKED. The inevitable will soon cloud us and rain salt only on the warms that eats mercilessly on d farmers grain.

this is what is happening to our youths nowadays......dem too dey pretend
busy reading nothing

Nigeria is now in a state of "water don pass garri" d situation is getting worst by d day

Make una go finish those BÀGÀS......i just hope d JTF are telling d truth.

From Glo to Etisalat activated

@ 9:57pm

Ifeayin narrated to me his romantic jargons with Iyabo òmò iya-elewà (igbo boy wey like yoruba)..... He kept feeding me wit things i know he never had d guts to do even in ten year ahead.....'i pres dat her big nyash wella.....i kiss her wella.....she kon dey cry séé make i no go...." i pretended to listen to him while i moved my eyes to d flat-screen television at d bar to watch my favourite english club Manchester United playing against Aston-Villa in d UEFA Champions league. After some minutes i heard someone shout
"Bar man!!"
ifeayin ran to attend to d caller bt came back shortly saying
"na u dey wan see"
"who is dey" i asked watch as 'Giggs' was about to be subbed in-place of Valencia.
"O boy, some coporate people wan talk to u o.....na wen u start to dey follow bankers as friends"?
Ifeayin's question began to sound annoying so i stood up to attend to 'dey', as i walked pass drinkers and smoker i saw three smart looking guyz in black suits (who dresses like this in d middle of night if not......) oh my God
'THE VIPERS'!!
I was too late, the three men had stood up pointing their guns (short pistol Bz-606) aiming @ my fore-head.

Before i could say J.A.C.K, everything went blank.


The story continues!!

@ 9:32pm

Mrs. Bimbo who was d general over-seer of d bar-parlour section walked in with her big ikéébe(my madam is very busty and all round endorwed), she greeted all d fans of alcohol in d room as usual and they hallaed and hailed her with various nicknames .
"hw market?" madam asked
"fine ma, just that one of those garage boys broke.......
"break wetin, Hope se no be my bottle u wan talk?" she asked angrely.
"bt they later payed me for it" i quickly replied point 200 naira towards her.
"awon òlòshi olori-burukù, after dey don shak dea alomo and paraga na for my section dem wan kill dea sef"
"na hw many catoon una don kon sell today" she asked as she collected d money from me.
"twenty-two ma"
i showed her d sales record and gave 76,000 naira to her which she counted and noded in affirmation.
"Whr Ifayin dey?" she asked looking around
"He went to......
(ifayin rushed in)
"madam i run go piss for toilet" he replied.
After few minutes, madam left leaving me alone wit my silly, gud-for-nothing co-bartender Ifayin chukwu a.k.a ifà.

@ 9:17pm


'make u bring me chilled bottle of Big-stout and one sminuff?
'ok sir, but it's nt as cold as u hope.
'Why na? Today wey i bring fine babe come yea na im u wan kon dey Bleep up'
The ugly man who had just walk into d bar-parlour with a very pretty gal nt more than 22years of age looked @ me in a disappointing manner, he then looked at d young lady's eye like he needed her approval, d lady nooded.
"oyà muwà" he becond at me.
i served d drinks frm my tray to d table infront of them. The man was busy wispering something into d lady's ear, as i took a snap glimes at the lady my heart skipped, she was d defination of beauty and she looked innocent too, bt wat could she be doing with dis kind old man? She could be 'i-àf-a-problém-sir' types of girls, and later run to rich men for financial assistance.....i imagined d ugly man penetratng dis innocent beauty, i felt a sudden anger and jealousy for d man (but na wetin bartender wan do?)...... i've learnt to always mind my own business in everything i do after all my eyes have seen in one of d most prestigious 'RENDEZVOUS' in ilorin city of kwara state.

tosinswagger:

I nearly died of laughter.... . So many of us in the same boat love..XX

op, u ar on point.
i'm a student likewise a per-time waitress in London, i hate all dis oyinbo pickin(spoilt brats)......i have my naija friendz here.

Since i left Nigeria 3years ago, i can't belief u guyz still have black-outs.
Hw una con dey take cope?

what do you guys expect from a guy named TWO-face.......i even dey suspect kim kardieshian belle

i love good looks such as this......