Lasgidi.

Presidential LP
GOVERNORSHIP APC
Others LP

Wahala wahala wahala

Memphitz357:

Watch as ediots, like Moh247, Ilordspy, CoronaVirusRelo they come to attack your post.

Lol.
That one concern them.

Old age they say should come with wisdom. The wisdom that is attained through years of experience, unfortunately, has come to be an abomination to many of our senior citizens in Nigeria. The Jonathan government was marred with insecurity and so a set of "Progressives " came with a Change Mantra and the youth bought into it. We never knew we are signing our fate for years of penury, unemployment, ritual killings, and the worst insecurity in the history of Nigeria.

Sometimes we wake up with empty stomachs and no one to give us hope. We trek the streets of Lagos to Anambra to Jos and to Katsina looking for jobs, jobs whose pay is not enough to give mama and papa a befitting burial.

As a man who gets erected every morning, with no wife to curdle and to mate with. Where is the money? Can a jobless man get a wife? Will he endure a house filled with kwashiorkor- infested kids?

Our marriageable spinsters, your children are clocking 40 with no husband. They are casting and binding the devil in mosques and churches. They are still waiting, hoping that the monthly savings from a potential suitor can take them out of their father's house. Many die in withered hope.

Now we patronize herbalists and pastorpreneurs, thieves on cloaks to save us from excruciating poverty and deprivation. They reap us of our meager earnings, they tell us that our sins made us poor. They tell us our oracles and deities made us poor. They tell us our mothers are witches and so they made us poor. They tell us our fathers practice occultism and so we are poor. Then they ask us to raise sacrifices, sometimes blood sacrifices.

Now we patronize human part dealers. Now we are into fraud. Now we sleep with corpses. Now we kill our loved ones for money. Now we die in our primes. Our girls are into "hookups", they get rammed so they can make up for papa's inability to put food on the table. Now our little girls mount our grandfathers for bread and braids.

The police shoot us when we protest injustice. Our voices are the echoes of a subjugated young generation. They haunt us in beer parlours where we are drunk and our clothes soaked in wretchedness, they also wait for us at gaming centres. They pack us in buses and we bail ourselves with our mothers and sisters already tired bodies.

Dear Senior Citizens of Nigeria, your failures of yesterday are the hopelessness we are suffering today. You voted leeches in power. You voted with hatred and with LONGERTHROAT! You voted wrongly to spite one another. You voted foolishly!

Tell me, who will take care of you when your pension will not be paid? When Glaucoma and cataracts begin to eat your weary eyes away, who will pay for your surgeries? Who will pay when prostrate infirmities begin to rear their ugly heads? Now you are about to waste another eight years of our lives, our young vibrant lives, who will feed you when you are old and gray? When your only life-support is merely a stick and your ears are deaf, deaf so you don't hear the gunshots and clinking knives from ethnic and religious wars, ethnic cleansing, and genocide.
On whose strong shoulder will you place your wrinkled old hands for support? The same hand you used in voting in vermin of questionable characters in power.

Then we will look at you and say in our hearts, "It is your fault", before striking down our victims.


We are still dusted, our shoes cracked from covering painful kilometers in search of the millions of jobs promised.
"Where are the jobs? ", We lament as we squeeze the "pure water " into our mouths under heart-wrenching volcanic sun rays.

We ignore your calls in shame, for we know we have nothing to send to you. Our accounts are in debt and Loans reading like a pendulum nonstop.

We treat our sick bodies with cheap local herbs and by our mid-thirties, we seek donations to manage our kidney problems.

We queue in immigration offices and sleep even in embassies of warring countries for visas. Those of us who are lucky will get a rare opportunity of washing the white man’s toilet, even with our envious educational portfolios. After all it is better to get paid in dollars than a dwindling naira.

Yet our problems persist.

You vote for life political predators who use our intellectual property rights to win elections, the one you paid through your nose by sending us to school. They pay us in kobo so they can reap away our future in Naira and dollars and pounds and Euros. We share the kobos and you dare to say it's not enough to balm your cracked waist?!

They stash this monies away in GP and sewage tanks. They bury it deep so we can't see it. They spit at our hungry faces and call us "Lazy Youths" who queue at their gold-pleated gates for monies while they live in affluence and influence. We dare not profess love to their children for we know that 'shoe get size ‘.Their tinted cars and overzealous drivers break our bones and their police escorts threaten us to settle our own case or get convicted of a felony. Our policemen and security officers drop their guns for their designer bags and umbrellas.

They are back again, the scavengers of the nation. They are back with their mouth-watering manifestos, and now we see our senior citizens rallying to vote for calamities again, to torture us till we are not strong enough to fend for ourselves.They are back again to waste our years of strength, of lifting bags of cement, and of standing half-naked on dangerous nightie streets. They are back again with their divisive style of politics, so we insult each other and fight to pave way for their heirs to rule over our children.

They tell us religion doesn’t matter as long as it suits their bloodthirsty quest for absolute power.

They are back with same old stories they fooled you with but we, the youth will not be cajoled to vote as you have voted.

We are going to take back our country from sick and mentally impaired politicians, political ritualists, religious and ethnic terrorists, egomaniacs, and kleptomaniacs. We are going to effect a positive change this time around. We are no longer going to eat the crumbs from our collective wealth.

Our "Early morning salute" will be attended to by our wives, wives of our youth! Our girls will grow as girls but not as women of easy virtue.

We are going to vote, this time for ourselves and our unborn generation so they can pick our calls when we are old and gray.

We are going to correct your mistakes and we urge you to be our backbones and support us.

As the election date draws nearer, remember your vote is very necessary. Don't dim our esprit anymore. For this generation of youth are soldiers, freedom soldiers.

Vote for a strong-willed candidate. Vote for a candidate who represents us well without delegating his powers to healthier subordinates. Vote the one who balances and respects our diversified religious affiliations. Vote for justice, fairness, and the youth.


We are the true leaders of today. Vote for our tomorrow.

Written by
Liana-Lois Apeh.

Zulum500:


See painment . Obi ti luleeeeeeee piiiiiii

Abi?
As e lule, shebi you go still beg for food.

Old age they say should come with wisdom. The wisdom that is attained through years of experience, unfortunately, has come to be an abomination to many of our senior citizens in Nigeria. The Jonathan government was marred with insecurity and so a set of "Progressives " came with a Change Mantra and the youth bought into it. We never knew we are signing our fate for years of penury, unemployment, ritual killings, and the worst insecurity in the history of Nigeria.

Sometimes we wake up with empty stomachs and no one to give us hope. We trek the streets of Lagos to Anambra to Jos and to Katsina looking for jobs, jobs whose pay is not enough to give mama and papa a befitting burial.

As a man who gets erected every morning, with no wife to curdle and to mate with. Where is the money? Can a jobless man get a wife? Will he endure a house filled with kwashiorkor- infested kids?

Our marriageable spinsters, your children are clocking 40 with no husband. They are casting and binding the devil in mosques and churches. They are still waiting, hoping that the monthly savings from a potential suitor can take them out of their father's house. Many die in withered hope.

Now we patronize herbalists and pastorpreneurs, thieves on cloaks to save us from excruciating poverty and deprivation. They reap us of our meager earnings, they tell us that our sins made us poor. They tell us our oracles and deities made us poor. They tell us our mothers are witches and so they made us poor. They tell us our fathers practice occultism and so we are poor. Then they ask us to raise sacrifices, sometimes blood sacrifices.

Now we patronize human part dealers. Now we are into fraud. Now we sleep with corpses. Now we kill our loved ones for money. Now we die in our primes. Our girls are into "hookups", they get rammed so they can make up for papa's inability to put food on the table. Now our little girls mount our grandfathers for bread and braids.

The police shoot us when we protest injustice. Our voices are the echoes of a subjugated young generation. They haunt us in beer parlours where we are drunk and our clothes soaked in wretchedness, they also wait for us at gaming centres. They pack us in buses and we bail ourselves with our mothers and sisters already tired bodies.

Dear Senior Citizens of Nigeria, your failures of yesterday are the hopelessness we are suffering today. You voted leeches in power. You voted with hatred and with LONGERTHROAT! You voted wrongly to spite one another. You voted foolishly!

Tell me, who will take care of you when your pension will not be paid? When Glaucoma and cataracts begin to eat your weary eyes away, who will pay for your surgeries? Who will pay when prostrate infirmities begin to rear their ugly heads? Now you are about to waste another eight years of our lives, our young vibrant lives, who will feed you when you are old and gray? When your only life-support is merely a stick and your ears are deaf, deaf so you don't hear the gunshots and clinking knives from ethnic and religious wars, ethnic cleansing, and genocide.
On whose strong shoulder will you place your wrinkled old hands for support? The same hand you used in voting in vermin of questionable characters in power.

Then we will look at you and say in our hearts, "It is your fault", before striking down our victims.


We are still dusted, our shoes cracked from covering painful kilometers in search of the millions of jobs promised.
"Where are the jobs? ", We lament as we squeeze the "pure water " into our mouths under heart-wrenching volcanic sun rays.

We ignore your calls in shame, for we know we have nothing to send to you. Our accounts are in debt and Loans reading like a pendulum nonstop.

We treat our sick bodies with cheap local herbs and by our mid-thirties, we seek donations to manage our kidney problems.

We queue in immigration offices and sleep even in embassies of warring countries for visas. Those of us who are lucky will get a rare opportunity of washing the white man’s toilet, even with our envious educational portfolios. After all it is better to get paid in dollars than a dwindling naira.

Yet our problems persist.

You vote for life political predators who use our intellectual property rights to win elections, the one you paid through your nose by sending us to school. They pay us in kobo so they can reap away our future in Naira and dollars and pounds and Euros. We share the kobos and you dare to say it's not enough to balm your cracked waist?!

They stash this monies away in GP and sewage tanks. They bury it deep so we can't see it. They spit at our hungry faces and call us "Lazy Youths" who queue at their gold-pleated gates for monies while they live in affluence and influence. We dare not profess love to their children for we know that 'shoe get size ‘.Their tinted cars and overzealous drivers break our bones and their police escorts threaten us to settle our own case or get convicted of a felony. Our policemen and security officers drop their guns for their designer bags and umbrellas.

They are back again, the scavengers of the nation. They are back with their mouth-watering manifestos, and now we see our senior citizens rallying to vote for calamities again, to torture us till we are not strong enough to fend for ourselves.They are back again to waste our years of strength, of lifting bags of cement, and of standing half-naked on dangerous nightie streets. They are back again with their divisive style of politics, so we insult each other and fight to pave way for their heirs to rule over our children.

They tell us religion doesn’t matter as long as it suits their bloodthirsty quest for absolute power.

They are back with same old stories they fooled you with but we, the youth will not be cajoled to vote as you have voted.

We are going to take back our country from sick and mentally impaired politicians, political ritualists, religious and ethnic terrorists, egomaniacs, and kleptomaniacs. We are going to effect a positive change this time around. We are no longer going to eat the crumbs from our collective wealth.

Our "Early morning salute" will be attended to by our wives, wives of our youth! Our girls will grow as girls but not as women of easy virtue.

We are going to vote, this time for ourselves and our unborn generation so they can pick our calls when we are old and gray.

We are going to correct your mistakes and we urge you to be our backbones and support us.

As the election date draws nearer, remember your vote is very necessary. Don't dim our esprit anymore. For this generation of youth are soldiers, freedom soldiers.

Vote for a strong-willed candidate. Vote for a candidate who represents us well without delegating his powers to healthier subordinates. Vote the one who balances and respects our diversified religious affiliations. Vote for justice, fairness, and the youth.


We are the true leaders of today. Vote for our tomorrow.

Written by
Liana-Lois Apeh.

Zulum500:


Forget long storryyy..
Obi did nothing in anambra, where are those future of anamubulas...
You Igbos reasoning with emotions...
TINUBU has legacies.. that what why I'm a Catholic Christian from akwa voting bola Ahmed TINUBU

So?
How your own take concern me?

BurningFireAK47:
Meeen, you dey write o.
You must be a good writer.

Not me too
The writer an one idoma babe for my FB

Lol

Old age they say should come with wisdom. The wisdom that is attained through years of experience, unfortunately, has come to be an abomination to many of our senior citizens in Nigeria. The Jonathan government was marred with insecurity and so a set of "Progressives " came with a Change Mantra and the youth bought into it. We never knew we are signing our fate for years of penury, unemployment, ritual killings, and the worst insecurity in the history of Nigeria.

Sometimes we wake up with empty stomachs and no one to give us hope. We trek the streets of Lagos to Anambra to Jos and to Katsina looking for jobs, jobs whose pay is not enough to give mama and papa a befitting burial.

As a man who gets erected every morning, with no wife to curdle and to mate with. Where is the money? Can a jobless man get a wife? Will he endure a house filled with kwashiorkor- infested kids?

Our marriageable spinsters, your children are clocking 40 with no husband. They are casting and binding the devil in mosques and churches. They are still waiting, hoping that the monthly savings from a potential suitor can take them out of their father's house. Many die in withered hope.

Now we patronize herbalists and pastorpreneurs, thieves on cloaks to save us from excruciating poverty and deprivation. They reap us of our meager earnings, they tell us that our sins made us poor. They tell us our oracles and deities made us poor. They tell us our mothers are witches and so they made us poor. They tell us our fathers practice occultism and so we are poor. Then they ask us to raise sacrifices, sometimes blood sacrifices.

Now we patronize human part dealers. Now we are into fraud. Now we sleep with corpses. Now we kill our loved ones for money. Now we die in our primes. Our girls are into "hookups", they get rammed so they can make up for papa's inability to put food on the table. Now our little girls mount our grandfathers for bread and braids.

The police shoot us when we protest injustice. Our voices are the echoes of a subjugated young generation. They haunt us in beer parlours where we are drunk and our clothes soaked in wretchedness, they also wait for us at gaming centres. They pack us in buses and we bail ourselves with our mothers and sisters already tired bodies.

Dear Senior Citizens of Nigeria, your failures of yesterday are the hopelessness we are suffering today. You voted leeches in power. You voted with hatred and with LONGERTHROAT! You voted wrongly to spite one another. You voted foolishly!

Tell me, who will take care of you when your pension will not be paid? When Glaucoma and cataracts begin to eat your weary eyes away, who will pay for your surgeries? Who will pay when prostrate infirmities begin to rear their ugly heads? Now you are about to waste another eight years of our lives, our young vibrant lives, who will feed you when you are old and gray? When your only life-support is merely a stick and your ears are deaf, deaf so you don't hear the gunshots and clinking knives from ethnic and religious wars, ethnic cleansing, and genocide.
On whose strong shoulder will you place your wrinkled old hands for support? The same hand you used in voting in vermin of questionable characters in power.

Then we will look at you and say in our hearts, "It is your fault", before striking down our victims.


We are still dusted, our shoes cracked from covering painful kilometers in search of the millions of jobs promised.
"Where are the jobs? ", We lament as we squeeze the "pure water " into our mouths under heart-wrenching volcanic sun rays.

We ignore your calls in shame, for we know we have nothing to send to you. Our accounts are in debt and Loans reading like a pendulum nonstop.

We treat our sick bodies with cheap local herbs and by our mid-thirties, we seek donations to manage our kidney problems.

We queue in immigration offices and sleep even in embassies of warring countries for visas. Those of us who are lucky will get a rare opportunity of washing the white man’s toilet, even with our envious educational portfolios. After all it is better to get paid in dollars than a dwindling naira.

Yet our problems persist.

You vote for life political predators who use our intellectual property rights to win elections, the one you paid through your nose by sending us to school. They pay us in kobo so they can reap away our future in Naira and dollars and pounds and Euros. We share the kobos and you dare to say it's not enough to balm your cracked waist?!

They stash this monies away in GP and sewage tanks. They bury it deep so we can't see it. They spit at our hungry faces and call us "Lazy Youths" who queue at their gold-pleated gates for monies while they live in affluence and influence. We dare not profess love to their children for we know that 'shoe get size ‘.Their tinted cars and overzealous drivers break our bones and their police escorts threaten us to settle our own case or get convicted of a felony. Our policemen and security officers drop their guns for their designer bags and umbrellas.

They are back again, the scavengers of the nation. They are back with their mouth-watering manifestos, and now we see our senior citizens rallying to vote for calamities again, to torture us till we are not strong enough to fend for ourselves.They are back again to waste our years of strength, of lifting bags of cement, and of standing half-naked on dangerous nightie streets. They are back again with their divisive style of politics, so we insult each other and fight to pave way for their heirs to rule over our children.

They tell us religion doesn’t matter as long as it suits their bloodthirsty quest for absolute power.

They are back with same old stories they fooled you with but we, the youth will not be cajoled to vote as you have voted.

We are going to take back our country from sick and mentally impaired politicians, political ritualists, religious and ethnic terrorists, egomaniacs, and kleptomaniacs. We are going to effect a positive change this time around. We are no longer going to eat the crumbs from our collective wealth.

Our "Early morning salute" will be attended to by our wives, wives of our youth! Our girls will grow as girls but not as women of easy virtue.

We are going to vote, this time for ourselves and our unborn generation so they can pick our calls when we are old and gray.

We are going to correct your mistakes and we urge you to be our backbones and support us.

As the election date draws nearer, remember your vote is very necessary. Don't dim our esprit anymore. For this generation of youth are soldiers, freedom soldiers.

Vote for a strong-willed candidate. Vote for a candidate who represents us well without delegating his powers to healthier subordinates. Vote the one who balances and respects our diversified religious affiliations. Vote for justice, fairness, and the youth.


We are the true leaders of today. Vote for our tomorrow.


Liana-Lois Apeh.

Old age they say should come with wisdom. The wisdom that is attained through years of experience, unfortunately, has come to be an abomination to many of our senior citizens in Nigeria. The Jonathan government was marred with insecurity and so a set of "Progressives " came with a Change Mantra and the youth bought into it. We never knew we are signing our fate for years of penury, unemployment, ritual killings, and the worst insecurity in the history of Nigeria.

Sometimes we wake up with empty stomachs and no one to give us hope. We trek the streets of Lagos to Anambra to Jos and to Katsina looking for jobs, jobs whose pay is not enough to give mama and papa a befitting burial.

As a man who gets erected every morning, with no wife to curdle and to mate with. Where is the money? Can a jobless man get a wife? Will he endure a house filled with kwashiorkor- infested kids?

Our marriageable spinsters, your children are clocking 40 with no husband. They are casting and binding the devil in mosques and churches. They are still waiting, hoping that the monthly savings from a potential suitor can take them out of their father's house. Many die in withered hope.

Now we patronize herbalists and pastorpreneurs, thieves on cloaks to save us from excruciating poverty and deprivation. They reap us of our meager earnings, they tell us that our sins made us poor. They tell us our oracles and deities made us poor. They tell us our mothers are witches and so they made us poor. They tell us our fathers practice occultism and so we are poor. Then they ask us to raise sacrifices, sometimes blood sacrifices.

Now we patronize human part dealers. Now we are into fraud. Now we sleep with corpses. Now we kill our loved ones for money. Now we die in our primes. Our girls are into "hookups", they get rammed so they can make up for papa's inability to put food on the table. Now our little girls mount our grandfathers for bread and braids.

The police shoot us when we protest injustice. Our voices are the echoes of a subjugated young generation. They haunt us in beer parlours where we are drunk and our clothes soaked in wretchedness, they also wait for us at gaming centres. They pack us in buses and we bail ourselves with our mothers and sisters already tired bodies.

Dear Senior Citizens of Nigeria, your failures of yesterday are the hopelessness we are suffering today. You voted leeches in power. You voted with hatred and with LONGERTHROAT! You voted wrongly to spite one another. You voted foolishly!

Tell me, who will take care of you when your pension will not be paid? When Glaucoma and cataracts begin to eat your weary eyes away, who will pay for your surgeries? Who will pay when prostrate infirmities begin to rear their ugly heads? Now you are about to waste another eight years of our lives, our young vibrant lives, who will feed you when you are old and gray? When your only life-support is merely a stick and your ears are deaf, deaf so you don't hear the gunshots and clinking knives from ethnic and religious wars, ethnic cleansing, and genocide.
On whose strong shoulder will you place your wrinkled old hands for support? The same hand you used in voting in vermin of questionable characters in power.

Then we will look at you and say in our hearts, "It is your fault", before striking down our victims.


We are still dusted, our shoes cracked from covering painful kilometers in search of the millions of jobs promised.
"Where are the jobs? ", We lament as we squeeze the "pure water " into our mouths under heart-wrenching volcanic sun rays.

We ignore your calls in shame, for we know we have nothing to send to you. Our accounts are in debt and Loans reading like a pendulum nonstop.

We treat our sick bodies with cheap local herbs and by our mid-thirties, we seek donations to manage our kidney problems.

We queue in immigration offices and sleep even in embassies of warring countries for visas. Those of us who are lucky will get a rare opportunity of washing the white man’s toilet, even with our envious educational portfolios. After all it is better to get paid in dollars than a dwindling naira.

Yet our problems persist.

You vote for life political predators who use our intellectual property rights to win elections, the one you paid through your nose by sending us to school. They pay us in kobo so they can reap away our future in Naira and dollars and pounds and Euros. We share the kobos and you dare to say it's not enough to balm your cracked waist?!

They stash this monies away in GP and sewage tanks. They bury it deep so we can't see it. They spit at our hungry faces and call us "Lazy Youths" who queue at their gold-pleated gates for monies while they live in affluence and influence. We dare not profess love to their children for we know that 'shoe get size ‘.Their tinted cars and overzealous drivers break our bones and their police escorts threaten us to settle our own case or get convicted of a felony. Our policemen and security officers drop their guns for their designer bags and umbrellas.

They are back again, the scavengers of the nation. They are back with their mouth-watering manifestos, and now we see our senior citizens rallying to vote for calamities again, to torture us till we are not strong enough to fend for ourselves.They are back again to waste our years of strength, of lifting bags of cement, and of standing half-naked on dangerous nightie streets. They are back again with their divisive style of politics, so we insult each other and fight to pave way for their heirs to rule over our children.

They tell us religion doesn’t matter as long as it suits their bloodthirsty quest for absolute power.

They are back with same old stories they fooled you with but we, the youth will not be cajoled to vote as you have voted.

We are going to take back our country from sick and mentally impaired politicians, political ritualists, religious and ethnic terrorists, egomaniacs, and kleptomaniacs. We are going to effect a positive change this time around. We are no longer going to eat the crumbs from our collective wealth.

Our "Early morning salute" will be attended to by our wives, wives of our youth! Our girls will grow as girls but not as women of easy virtue.

We are going to vote, this time for ourselves and our unborn generation so they can pick our calls when we are old and gray.

We are going to correct your mistakes and we urge you to be our backbones and support us.

As the election date draws nearer, remember your vote is very necessary. Don't dim our esprit anymore. For this generation of youth are soldiers, freedom soldiers.

Vote for a strong-willed candidate. Vote for a candidate who represents us well without delegating his powers to healthier subordinates. Vote the one who balances and respects our diversified religious affiliations. Vote for justice, fairness, and the youth.


We are the true leaders of today. Vote for our tomorrow.


Liana-Lois Apeh.

Mumu post.

Why does Tinubu lie too much? Nothing bout him is true.Why?

At this point it's all man for himself.
The essence of polygamy defeated in this instance.

Person wey them don embalm dey talk?

I hope you realize that some indigenes in Ogun do not align or see their selves like Yorubas?

Haywhy3579:

Where is ur own mother on the street hawking idiot.

Na,she presently a chairperson in a occasion in her diocese.

TimeTraveller:
Fraud. Liar. Unintelligent pedestrian mofo.
Investment worth nothing.
It is laughable that some people think this mediocre liar can be President.

Sorry ...

99tayee:


Like how many hours does it last after full charge

I haven't really calculate but I have woken up with it still running several times.But I really don't check.

But it lasts long enough for a good sleep.

KanuSE:


As much as the husband is a pain, I'm struggling to understand how separation or divorce would make their lives better - considering the children's wellbeing.

One thing parents routinely fail to realise is that children are also part of the marriage, therefore both should accept whatever comes with their decision to separate/divorce.

You can't eat your cake and have it.

The children are already suffering from lack of fatherly care.Wont they survive if he was dead.
I see exactly no difference between a deadbeat dad and a dead one bro!

For her own sanity she gats to move on ,build her little family with or without him bro!

I be guyman,I no go fit allow my sister dey with this kind husband.As long as she is ready to quit I will support her, ESPECIALLY when she is financially buoyant and industrious.

99tayee:
Hello everyone Goo day,

I seriously need help on which rechargeable standing fan i should buy based on your experience.

It has been hell of 3 days for my 5 months old baby due to the heat wave and also poor power supply. he doesn't sleep well, he cries often because of the heat and fuel is very expensive now to maintain upto 17hrs/24hrs, so i needed kinded suggestions or recommendations based on your experience on which rechargeable fan to buy.

Thanks

Buy andrakk product

Expensive but very good.

I have good experience with the mist

CSTRR:

Wetin she wan use the man do sef? He serves no purpose to her.
she can't even fucckk him because he will want skin to skin and he is a high risk for diseases.
He also does not provide anything financially.

If there is ever a good case for a woman to divorce her husband, this is it.
If she wan fucckkk, boys full outside and they would be cheaper too, and she can force them to wear condom.

And She will have freedom to pursue her goals without that load of a husband.

To even cap it all, the man sef no want make she grow education wise .Him still won give her belle to pin her down.

Worst mistake if she allows him do that!

The op is hardworking mehn!Make she no allow the guy reduce her ambition.
I like ambitious and hustling women.

KanuSE:


Not everyone is about prick or pvssy but genuine companionship, true affection, respect & faithfulness.

I actually used preek because from her posts that's all the husband is offering.

All these you listed is alien to her marriage so why stay?

KanuSE:


Ment!

Omo even the ladies srlf are dumped for cheating.The madness is everywhere.


She get money.
She no really need the husband if she wise.
Omo, preek no scarce

You guys are funny.
What about we business folks that already bought goods on high foreign exchange?
How are we going to sell and maje gain?

Haywhy3579:

Perhaps I should show u the pics of my mother in united state of America. U fool, how much are u using to do ur business maybe we can help ur life so that u can think straight. What exactly have u benefited from obi govement in the past that makes u belief he is ur God and savior idiot.

Lol
Being in the USA makes her more of a church rat!
Na that one you take dey rant?

My mom can't live there self only on visits!

Na she dey send money support people for USA.

Local ekuke!


For say you get money, ya mama for hate obodo oyibo!

Life2020:


I can't kick him out of a house I built with my own money, a land I brought in my own name

And please am a dark beauty, thank u very much
Hope u have a nice day

If you don't leave that marriage now, you will definitely regret it later.

Build your life,divorce him please.

Go back to school.
There are so many divorced men, widowed men who are well to do and can start life all over married.
You Nigerian ladies should stop living a do die marriage life.

Divorce him please.
Else he kills you and take your properties.

Haywhy3579:

The same uselesssness that is following u and ur entire generation up and down. Idiot that cannot boost of 5k in his account is talking about uselessness. U just want to place ur entire life hope on obi thinking when he bcoms president, u will suddenly bcoms millionaire. Guy no go steal ooo because if u do u will be kill. Stinking pig

Even the least equipment in my shop,if I dash your mother the funds,she will stop spreading her legs, humping touts in Oshodi park.

Haywhy3579:

So u were lying before, na Ogun go kill u and ur generation.

That idols wey ya father dey worship kukuma fin render you useless.

Haywhy3579:

Can u swear that if na lie u lie make ogun (god of iron) kill u.

And if it's true make Ogun the god of thunder wipe out your generations.


I swear on his behalf that it's true.

Okoroawusa:
Why is no one defecting to Labour Party?

Maybe because na only thief dey recognize thief.