Good! now that getting married in nigerian is becoming cheap and simple it's time I get married and me and my bride, when I finally find her, will be arriving and posing in a wheel barrow This wrinkled old vintage bicycle will still be expensive for me


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This is why a professional photographer is necessary. Imagine missing out on an antique background like this

Abeg wetin d groom carry for head

see d smile on d groom's face....d bride z relli pretty

Watch It! That Poor Beggar In Your Neighbourhood May Be Working For Some ‘Big Man’

By TrueLifeTori

The late American hotelier and founder of the Hilton Hotels chain, Conrad Nicholson Hilton, once said, “Charity is a supreme virtue, and the great channel through which the mercy of God is passed onto mankind.”

Most of us apparently understand this concept and many often truly want to be charitable to needy members of the society. The confusion, however, is that we no longer know who is truly in need. Across our cities, there is a steadily increasing number of Smart Alecs who live off the misfortune of those poor, needy ones, especially those living with various forms of disabilities.

Our reporter’s experience yesterday morning attests to this. At the ever-busy Maza-Maza bus terminal in Lagos, a convergence point for many travellers to far-flung regions of the country, this cripple on a makeshift wooden board fitted with rollers was being harassed by a tout (agbero).

“Commot for road make passengers enter bus, or else I go bundle you commot for here,” the agbero said in a croaky voice as he hauled a heavy Ghana-must-go bag into the trunk of an 18-seater bus. “You think say because your oga don settle you can do anyhow.”

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The cripple, who could not have been more than 20 years of age, quietly wheeled himself out of the way to avoid trouble with the agbero. Even a lunatic in Lagos knows you don’t argue with these folks who always seem high on something.

“Beggar get oga?” our reporter who, on her way to an assignment stopped by to buy recharge card, asked jokingly. It was more out of curiosity.

“Dey there now,” said the agbero offhandedly. But looking up and seeing the beautiful face of the enquirer, he attempted to switch to good English. “One man come here to drop him and others very early in the morning and come to carry them back in the evening. Me I sleep for this park so I dey see him. They are his ATM, while we dey here dey hustle from morning to night.”

Our reporter wanted to find out more, but the agbero was not willing to say more but subtly threatened the cripple to talk or be thrown out of the park.

Isa, as he called himself, admitted he has a master whom he works for, but would not say his name nor his location. The master, according to Isa, is from Bauchi State, North-East Nigeria. All he does is to bring cripples from Bauchi to Lagos, offer them accommodation and protection, provide them with necessary tools and send them out on the daily business of begging for alms.

“We dey five for this park. Our master dey drive us come park early in the morning and by evening, that kind 9 o’clock, he go come carry us back. From the money wey we dey make every day, our master pay us small, give some to our papa or mama for village, then he go keep everything,” he said.

TrueLifeTori also gathered that the so-called master, who operates mostly in the shadows, surfaces occasionally to “settle” the park managers so that his “employees” will be allowed to continue their business unhindered.

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