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Kwame Nkrumah University Of Science and Technology is one of the top University in Ghana. It is located in Kumasi in the Ashanti region of Ghana. The school offers various programs from Engineering, Arts, Business, AGric, etc. As a student of this prestigious school, let me take you round in pictures. |
Are witches really real or it is just myth. Can they really cause problems in peoples' lives? If they are; please share your story and you dealt with them. |
The answer na 15 |
7BigSquids:Yeah I have gone to many imam but the problem still persist. |
I am abdulhakim Alhassan from Ghana I am level 300 Geomatic engineering student in knust. I am really happy to be in this forum. |
7BigSquids:Please brother can enlighten me on this. Its like am facing the same problem. Or should send you message via e- mail |
[quote author=Empiree post=96410478]I watched his full interview with Muhammad Hijab. Very educative and polite. It is a very important topic to discuss especially in this trying time. I disagree with him but at the same time I reserve my comment because he did not come out openly during the interview as to whether he deliberately metamorphosed his private area. He declined to comment on that. [/quote Yeah she really needs to be enlightened. |
sulasa07:Ameen yaa rabb |
Subhanallah, may Allah safeguard from this fitna
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chai... Da fly Don suffer.. edon die set.. #RIP to da fly.. my condolence |
[quote author=kennedy45 post=49105235]http://kennedyclement..com.ng/2016/09/i-sleep-with-my-son-for-money-mother.html A woman’s confession on Facebook has gone viral. The woman wrote : Last year, everything started going downhill. My husband divorced me, I couldn’t afford the rent on my apartment anymore, and I couldn’t manage the deposit for even a cheap apartment. Then the convenience store I worked at shut down. My son Jimmy and I started to live in my car. see also:http://kennedyclement..com.ng/2016/09/help-my-boyfriend-presses-my-brests.html My old boss Mr B., who had always seemed the nicest guy in the world, gave me a few bucks to tide me over, but it ran out. I went for another loan and he offered me a “job” with would come with money and a trailer to live in. He said all I had to do was have s_ex with my son for his amusement every weekend. I threatened to tell the cops, he pointed out it would look like I was trying to get revenge. I slapped him and stomped away. Three weeks later, after not eating for two days and with winter coming and still living in my car, I talked about it with Jimmy. We both agreed that we didn’t have a lot of options. So I went back to Mr B. and asked if we could take up his offer. It’s been a year now. We live in a nice trailer that’s actually bigger than our old apartment. Jimmy’s back in school. On Friday night we drive over to Mr B.’s house and stay until Sunday night. It’s always different. Som wonders shall never end |