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 Car Talk › Re: Maintenance Tips For Honda Cars by ahmstrng(m): 5:52am On Oct 04, 2020 |
weyreypey:Mehn. Which Brand and type do you recommend. So i can have it changed asap the car isnt due for servicing for couple more weeks. But im willing to have it drained and changed now. What particular brand should i look for |
| Car Talk › Re: Maintenance Tips For Honda Cars by ahmstrng(m): 5:41am On Sep 23, 2020 |
thebigkendo:Thanks for the response. How much does the honda oil cost and is there any notable diff between the two oil? |
| Car Talk › Re: Maintenance Tips For Honda Cars by ahmstrng(m): 4:03am On Sep 22, 2020 |
ahmstrng:I really dont know who to tag for a reply |
| Car Talk › Re: Maintenance Tips For Honda Cars by ahmstrng(m): 10:34pm On Sep 17, 2020 |
Been following this thread for a while. I own an accord 2009 v6. Noticed the check engine was always on. Had it scanned and I realized the thermostat was removed. Got a new one after reading on this thread as to how important it is. Just want to say thank to all the real mechs here. Now my question is basically me trying to know how best to maintain the car all round. I have serviced it once since purchase which was 2 months ago. With total qwat 5000. The mechanics say the gear all is still good but isnt gaged. Any recommendations? And i want to know if it’s normal for the eco mode to go on and off depending on how im accelerating cause i read it online and i see people complaining as to how it affects their engine. I’ll like to be educated on how best to maintain the car |
| NYSC › Post Nysc Depression Is Real But You Can Avoid It! by ahmstrng(op): 10:10pm On Jun 27, 2019 |
NYSC will soon finish. NYSC go soon end. NYSC will soon become history. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. That bliss of eventually dumping khaki for good. Your total freedom given to you on a piece of paper. CDS becomes a thing of the past. You can travel for more than two weeks without pass or the fear of your LGI serving you with query once you return. No fear of the proprietor, principal or boss at your PPA breathing down your neck because you didn’t return to work after CDS meeting. None of that at all. You are finally a free human. You have successfully crossed over to adulthood. Oya gbera! After a month or two. The bliss that came with your eventual freedom starts to fade. It starts with; BOREDOM: You are always bored because you have nothing tangible to do aside pressing your phone, watching t.v. and hanging out with your friends who are equally bored. Later, you start feeling empty. What can you use to fill that emptiness you feel? You don’t know because you are too scared to even know. You want to be responsible but you are also scared of being responsible. This continues in a monotone until your parents or a nosy neighbour or relative starts asking what is next after your service year? ‘Bayo so what is next now?’ ‘My daughter is currently running a professional course. What about you?’ FRUSTRATION: Your frustration starts when suddenly all your acquaintances start winning. Getting engaged, getting married, enrolling for a masters degree, securing a job in an oil firm, traveling overseas on scholarship, becoming a celebrity while you are there with your phone in hand following up on everything on their social media pages. THE BLAME GAME: You start reconsidering your life choices. You blame your destiny. You blame the grade you graduated with. You blame your skin tone. You blame the colour of your teeth. You blame AIRTEL. You blame yourself. You blame the shoe maker. You blame Stormi Webster. You blame everything for your woes. NAGGING FROM PARENTS: Then your parents start their own, by getting pissed at every little thing you do. ‘Es, please the way you are drinking that juice is disturbing my ear.’ ‘How will you know Saraki is contesting for president when you don’t go out to work?’ ‘The price of tomato paste has increased but you can’t know that. Since you are not buying it.’ ‘You will just be there sleeping and eating. You don’t have shame?’ Chai DISAPPOINTMENTS: You decided to call your mum’s brother after much insults. He always drummed it in your ears that he can find something for you after school. You called him and told him. He told you to come see him. You go and he told you to wait. You waited for hours then he told you to go home and come back. You returned the next day and waited for hours. He told you to go home and come back the next day. You returned the next day… After an endless circle of excuses and bush beating. You realize your uncle never had anything for you. You cursed your luck and returned home dejected. You tried applying for jobs by yourself but you have no long legs or connection. LOITERING: Then you start spending your days at the barbershop or the stall down the street. You go there to sit around 10am in the morning. Return home around 3pm. Stroll out around 5pm. Return finally around 8pm. You do anything. Anything not to be in your parents faces. How you peep to confirm your parents are not around before sneaking inside the house. Frustration made you contemplate Yahoo, engaging in online scam, being a runs babe. But home training keeps holding you back. DEPRESSION: Months of being utterly jobless took it toll on you, you feel useless. Having to beg your siblings or friends for petty cash, made you feel worthless. The side eyes your parents give you anytime you go out, eat, change the television or press phone made you feel unwanted. Come to think of it even your bae has been acting up because you just don’t have an answer whenever bae asks ‘what’s the plan now?’ You feel hopeless. When you came to the realization that you just can’t get a job no matter what. You decide to go and learn tailoring/graphics/automobile work just to keep yourself busy. You, a graduate of History and International relations. Who was hoping to find a job at the Nigerian embassy. With your big big dreams. You thought everything will be easy after NYSC. Alas! It wasn’t. PS – Dear corp members, have a plan. Any plan before the passing out parade. Do not think things will fall into place after service year. Post NYSC depression is real but you can always avoid being a victim. By having a plan! Your time starts now. source: http://kanzahsays.com/post-nysc-depression-real-can-avoid/ |
| Jobs/Vacancies › Re: British Council Job Application/test/interview Process by ahmstrng(m): 5:28pm On May 03, 2019 |
is this thread still active? . I have a few questions |
| European Football (EPL, UEFA, La Liga) › Re: Chelsea Vs Newcastle United - (3 - 1) On 2nd December 2017 by ahmstrng(m): 2:32pm On Dec 02, 2017 |
any link to stream the 2nd half?? |
| Politics › Re: Calls For Restructuring Suspicious –presidency by ahmstrng(m): 8:59am On Oct 14, 2017 |
Is this how we will be looking? Is this how we will be looking? When our future is getting exchanged for a tin of milk and one mudu of garri? When women old enough to be grandmothers, who should be sitting at home with their grand babies, dress up in faded mismatched Ankara outfit and sing in the sun for a man young enough to be their son in exchange for 200 naira? Is this how we will be looking? When corruption has become corrupted that it is the corrupt that wants to fight corruption? When justice gets stifled and suffocated with the smell of naira notes or dollars as the ‘giver’ wishes? Where the National cake is shared and the crumbs is left for us to share? When the poor man who stole bread and a small bag of semo is burnt to death and the hungry boy who stole chicken is handed a death sentence? Is this how we will be looking? When old cargoes are still on the queue to rule the country before they take their last breath? Suffocating the young, honest ones who have the interest of the people at heart? Buying people’s conscience and sense of reasoning with contracts and ministerial appointments? Read more http://kanzahsays.com/is-this-how-we-will-be-looking/ |
| Career › Re: An Elderly Woman Who Cleans A Lagos Federal Road Selflessly by ahmstrng(m): 8:13am On Oct 14, 2017 |
Is this how we will be looking? Is this how we will be looking? When our future is getting exchanged for a tin of milk and one mudu of garri? When women old enough to be grandmothers, who should be sitting at home with their grand babies, dress up in faded mismatched Ankara outfit and sing in the sun for a man young enough to be their son in exchange for 200 naira? Is this how we will be looking? When corruption has become corrupted that it is the corrupt that wants to fight corruption? When justice gets stifled and suffocated with the smell of naira notes or dollars as the ‘giver’ wishes? Where the National cake is shared and the crumbs is left for us to share? When the poor man who stole bread and a small bag of semo is burnt to death and the hungry boy who stole chicken is handed a death sentence? Is this how we will be looking? When old cargoes are still on the queue to rule the country before they take their last breath? Suffocating the young, honest ones who have the interest of the people at heart? Buying people’s conscience and sense of reasoning with contracts and ministerial appointments? Read more http://kanzahsays.com/is-this-how-we-will-be-looking/ 2 Likes 1 Share |
| Politics › Re: The Hypocrisy Surrounding Aisha Ahmad by ahmstrng(op): 10:00am On Oct 12, 2017 |
HottestFire:well that doesnt seem to be the case here..cause it feels as if she is being criticized cause of her gender...imagine if she was a man..all these wont be an issue |
| Politics › The Hypocrisy Surrounding Aisha Ahmad by ahmstrng(op): 9:03am On Oct 12, 2017 |
The newly appointed deputy governor of the Central Bank of Nigeria is suffering backlash from some set of people, not for incompetence, not because her certificate is fake, not because she was accused of mismanaging funds in financial establishments she had worked in but because of the the way she chooses to dress. Some Islamic conservatives called for the withdrawal of her nomination because she does not appear in what should be the proper Islamic mode of dressing, there have also been several backlash on the social media where fingers are pointed to the way Aisha Ahmad appears and it is termed ‘hypocritical.’ First and foremost, why do people think their opinion matters on how an adult chooses to dress? Aisha is in her forties and she dresses the way she pleases which is in no way indecent, who are they to cry wolf over how another human chooses to live her life? Majority of the women in the corporate business world dress the way she does so what crime has she committed? Would anyone be worried if it was a man bearing Ahmad Ahmad that was appointed and he doesn’t keep beard or wear cap to show the religion he belongs to? Secondly, they called for the withdrawal of her appointment because she is not dressed as a Muslim? I ask is it when she is dressed as a Muslim that she’d judiciously deliver and convince everyone that she was capable all along? Don’t get me wrong I have nothing against the Islamic mode of dressing but since when did it become a basis for the appointment of someone into the public sector? Thirdly, many said she is nothing but a prostitute who used bottom power to get to the top, I must say I also saw a comment on a blog where an anonymous commenter passed a snide ‘what people do for power sha’. When will all that rigmarole stop exactly? When will people start appreciating women who are at the zenith of their career without thinking they slept their way to the top? Also, the thing is, Aisha may not even be a Muslim, of course there are people with Muslim names who do not practice Islam. So who ends up the fool? Aisha’s crime is the fact that she is not conservative in her dressing but she was appointed as a deputy governor of the Central Bank of Nigeria and not the Nahibul-Amirah of the Muslim Women Association so what is the fuss? Nigeria belongs to everybody and nobody, it is not an Islamic state neither is it a predominantly Christian state neither does it belong to the traditional worshippers. Live and let’s live this is some of the reasons why non-Muslims are sceptical of Muslims, they think Muslims are too extreme and uptight whereas it is the action of a few that is used to judge the rest. Imagine if Aisha Ahmad was a conservative dresser, the people crying wolf would be satisfied but there’d also be a group which would also rise up and accuse the presidency of trying to Islamize Nigeria. What am I trying to say? We should be less concerned about the outward appearance of women but rather what they can deliver. See women for their worth and not their bust. Aisha hasn’t flout any of the rules guiding how women in the corporate world should look, her dressing affects nobody, let her breath. http://kanzahsays.com/hypocrisy-surrounding-aisha-ahmad/
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| Politics › Re: Aisha Buhari Exposes Aso Rock Clinic Management: "No Single Syringe There" by ahmstrng(m): 5:32pm On Oct 09, 2017 |
Is this how we will be looking? Is this how we will be looking? When our future is getting exchanged for a tin of milk and one mudu of garri? When women old enough to be grandmothers, who should be sitting at home with their grand babies, dress up in faded mismatched Ankara outfit and sing in the sun for a man young enough to be their son in exchange for 200 naira? Is this how we will be looking? When corruption has become corrupted that it is the corrupt that wants to fight corruption? When justice gets stifled and suffocated with the smell of naira notes or dollars as the ‘giver’ wishes? Where the National cake is shared and the crumbs is left for us to share? When the poor man who stole bread and a small bag of semo is burnt to death and the hungry boy who stole chicken is handed a death sentence? Is this how we will be looking? When old cargoes are still on the queue to rule the country before they take their last breath? Suffocating the young, honest ones who have the interest of the people at heart? Buying people’s conscience and sense of reasoning with contracts and ministerial appointments? Read more http://kanzahsays.com/is-this-how-we-will-be-looking/ 3 Likes |
| Politics › Re: Maikanti Baru Responds To Ibe Kachikwu's Corruption Allegations by ahmstrng(m): 1:08pm On Oct 09, 2017 |
IS THIS HOW WE WILL BE LOOKING? Is this how we will be looking? Is this how we will be looking? When our future is getting exchanged for a tin of milk and one mudu of garri? When women old enough to be grandmothers, who should be sitting at home with their grand babies, dress up in faded mismatched Ankara outfit and sing in the sun for a man young enough to be their son in exchange for 200 naira? Is this how we will be looking? When corruption has become corrupted that it is the corrupt that wants to fight corruption? When justice gets stifled and suffocated with the smell of naira notes or dollars as the ‘giver’ wishes? Where the National cake is shared and the crumbs is left for us to share? When the poor man who stole bread and a small bag of semo is burnt to death and the hungry boy who stole chicken is handed a death sentence? Is this how we will be looking? When old cargoes are still on the queue to rule the country before they take their last breath? Suffocating the young, honest ones who have the interest of the people at heart? Buying people’s conscience and sense of reasoning with contracts and ministerial appointments? Read more http://kanzahsays.com/is-this-how-we-will-be-looking/ 1 Like |
| Properties › Re: See The New Outrageous Kano State Property Tax (pics) by ahmstrng(m): 7:10am On Oct 09, 2017 |
IS THIS HOW WE WILL BE LOOKING? Is this how we will be looking? Is this how we will be looking? When our future is getting exchanged for a tin of milk and one mudu of garri? When women old enough to be grandmothers, who should be sitting at home with their grand babies, dress up in faded mismatched Ankara outfit and sing in the sun for a man young enough to be their son in exchange for 200 naira? Is this how we will be looking? When corruption has become corrupted that it is the corrupt that wants to fight corruption? When justice gets stifled and suffocated with the smell of naira notes or dollars as the ‘giver’ wishes? Where the National cake is shared and the crumbs is left for us to share? When the poor man who stole bread and a small bag of semo is burnt to death and the hungry boy who stole chicken is handed a death sentence? Is this how we will be looking? When old cargoes are still on the queue to rule the country before they take their last breath? Suffocating the young, honest ones who have the interest of the people at heart? Buying people’s conscience and sense of reasoning with contracts and ministerial appointments? Read more http://kanzahsays.com/is-this-how-we-will-be-looking/ 6 Likes |
| Sports › Re: Aftermath Of Super Eagles World Cup Qualification: 10 Funny Pictures by ahmstrng(m): 2:39am On Oct 09, 2017 |
IS THIS HOW WE WILL BE LOOKING? Is this how we will be looking? Is this how we will be looking? When our future is getting exchanged for a tin of milk and one mudu of garri? When women old enough to be grandmothers, who should be sitting at home with their grand babies, dress up in faded mismatched Ankara outfit and sing in the sun for a man young enough to be their son in exchange for 200 naira? Is this how we will be looking? When corruption has become corrupted that it is the corrupt that wants to fight corruption? When justice gets stifled and suffocated with the smell of naira notes or dollars as the ‘giver’ wishes? Where the National cake is shared and the crumbs is left for us to share? When the poor man who stole bread and a small bag of semo is burnt to death and the hungry boy who stole chicken is handed a death sentence? Is this how we will be looking? When old cargoes are still on the queue to rule the country before they take their last breath? Suffocating the young, honest ones who have the interest of the people at heart? Buying people’s conscience and sense of reasoning with contracts and ministerial appointments? Read more http://kanzahsays.com/is-this-how-we-will-be-looking/ |
| Politics › Re: Army Searches Nnamdi Kanu’s Home For Arms by ahmstrng(m): 2:38am On Oct 09, 2017 |
IS THIS HOW WE WILL BE LOOKING? Is this how we will be looking? Is this how we will be looking? When our future is getting exchanged for a tin of milk and one mudu of garri? When women old enough to be grandmothers, who should be sitting at home with their grand babies, dress up in faded mismatched Ankara outfit and sing in the sun for a man young enough to be their son in exchange for 200 naira? Is this how we will be looking? When corruption has become corrupted that it is the corrupt that wants to fight corruption? When justice gets stifled and suffocated with the smell of naira notes or dollars as the ‘giver’ wishes? Where the National cake is shared and the crumbs is left for us to share? When the poor man who stole bread and a small bag of semo is burnt to death and the hungry boy who stole chicken is handed a death sentence? Is this how we will be looking? When old cargoes are still on the queue to rule the country before they take their last breath? Suffocating the young, honest ones who have the interest of the people at heart? Buying people’s conscience and sense of reasoning with contracts and ministerial appointments? Read more http://kanzahsays.com/is-this-how-we-will-be-looking/ |
| Family › Re: Court Dissolves Marriage As DNA Reveals Child’s Paternity by ahmstrng(m): 2:38am On Oct 09, 2017 |
IS THIS HOW WE WILL BE LOOKING? Is this how we will be looking? Is this how we will be looking? When our future is getting exchanged for a tin of milk and one mudu of garri? When women old enough to be grandmothers, who should be sitting at home with their grand babies, dress up in faded mismatched Ankara outfit and sing in the sun for a man young enough to be their son in exchange for 200 naira? Is this how we will be looking? When corruption has become corrupted that it is the corrupt that wants to fight corruption? When justice gets stifled and suffocated with the smell of naira notes or dollars as the ‘giver’ wishes? Where the National cake is shared and the crumbs is left for us to share? When the poor man who stole bread and a small bag of semo is burnt to death and the hungry boy who stole chicken is handed a death sentence? Is this how we will be looking? When old cargoes are still on the queue to rule the country before they take their last breath? Suffocating the young, honest ones who have the interest of the people at heart? Buying people’s conscience and sense of reasoning with contracts and ministerial appointments? Read more http://kanzahsays.com/is-this-how-we-will-be-looking/ 2 Likes |
| Health › Re: Federal Government Denies Report Of Deliberate Injection Of Monkey Pox Virus by ahmstrng(m): 2:37am On Oct 09, 2017 |
THIS HOW WE WILL BE LOOKING? Is this how we will be looking? Is this how we will be looking? When our future is getting exchanged for a tin of milk and one mudu of garri? When women old enough to be grandmothers, who should be sitting at home with their grand babies, dress up in faded mismatched Ankara outfit and sing in the sun for a man young enough to be their son in exchange for 200 naira? Is this how we will be looking? When corruption has become corrupted that it is the corrupt that wants to fight corruption? When justice gets stifled and suffocated with the smell of naira notes or dollars as the ‘giver’ wishes? Where the National cake is shared and the crumbs is left for us to share? When the poor man who stole bread and a small bag of semo is burnt to death and the hungry boy who stole chicken is handed a death sentence? Is this how we will be looking? When old cargoes are still on the queue to rule the country before they take their last breath? Suffocating the young, honest ones who have the interest of the people at heart? Buying people’s conscience and sense of reasoning with contracts and ministerial appointments? Read more http://kanzahsays.com/is-this-how-we-will-be-looking/ |
| Webmasters › Re: Post Your Website Or Blog Here And Get A Full FREE Review by ahmstrng(m): 3:33am On Oct 04, 2017 |
here is my blog http://kanzahsays.com |
| Literature › Re: RUMOUR HAS It.......a Kanzahsays Series by ahmstrng(op): 12:33am On Sep 30, 2017 |
Taiwo took more of the beer and watched Otunba laughing here, patting here, greeting here and joking there. ‘Charismatic bastard’ he thought, Otunba’s guests make up the most powerful and influential in the country. It amuses him that most of them also have powerful compound names; Funbi-Williams, Olateru-Digbogbi, Ade-Lewis, Muazu-Gaoje and so on save the Okojies. Ik Okojie and his young wife, Chisom sat side by side. Ik with his large forehead, saggy face and strong jaws, Chisom with her heart-shaped face, dimpled cheeks and her eyes, her beautiful eyes, her lashes are so long that they totally framed her eyes. Ik exposed surprisingly white teeth as a photographer took pictures of him and his beautiful wife. The couple reminded Taiwo of Bianca Ojukwu and her husband, Taiwo grinned widely at his own secret joke. He saw Prof. Kash arguing fervently with a smallish man, the man appeared drunk but Prof. Kash ignored that and carried on with his argument using incomprehensible words. Madam Asabe sat all by herself looking regal amidst the charade. He saw Teniola flashing her seductive smile to everyone, she was dressed in a red gown with high slits and a plunging neckline, Teni drew acid stares from the women around while their men feasted on her cleavage unabashedly. The red gown clung to her body like a second skin as she sashays across the garden. Her friends sat around a table looking at her with adoration and envy, she is the friend they love to hate. They all wore flowing gowns but none was as jaw dropping as Teni’s, he watched as they took pictures with their phones uninterested with what was going on. They pouted and made funny faces as their phones cameras flashed. The juju music stopped and the people dancing and spraying money returned to their seats, the MC went on stage and announced the Otunba would like to say a few things to everyone present. His phone lit up at this moment and he left the crowded garden to read the message in private. Roars of laughter bounced from the garden to where he stood reading the message. Applause rent the air as he returned to his seat. ‘Meet my daughter, Oluwateniola’ he heard Otunba saying to Senator Gbadamosi. ‘Bawo ni, se alafia ni?’ the senator was distracted by Teni’s chest. ‘She is in her final year at the University, she’s studying Political science abi?’ Otunba turned to look at Teni who was looking bored already. She smiled faintly and nodded in the affirmative, her mother gave her a stern look and she smiled again, this time sweetly and flirtatious. ‘Political science? We need people like your daughter in this our country o. People who are interested in the political parties and our politics, you know young people don’t want to run for posts? It is good you are already interested’ Senator shifted as he said this, his eyes not leaving Teni’s chest. Nobody corrected him, they all smiled superfluously and agreed that he was saying the truth. ‘Eh, it is not only your father you will leave to be doing all the politics in your family ehn? God will help us, if you want to contest for something too and aaah’ the senator yawned loudly exposing teeth stained with brown smudges, Teni cringed. Someone came to speak into the Otunba’s ears at that moment. Otunba stood up ‘I will be right back, mon bo‘ he left and his wife, after waiting for five minutes left the senator and Teni. ‘So, what are your plans after graduation?’ His hands strayed to Teni’s laps as he said this. ‘I don’t know yet’ ‘Why won’t you know yet? You should know already, if you want to become a top politician you must have your plans and know when to move’ he squeezed her laps as he said this and looked into her eyes. ‘And who said I am interested in politics?’ Teni looked him up and down, a potbelly was missing. ‘What are you now interested in?’ Teni looked at him suspiciously and shrugged. ‘Are you doubting me?’ he moved closer to her and whispered something into her ears that made her laugh. ‘Let me have your number’ she said before giving him a wink. http://kanzahsays.com |
| Literature › Re: RUMOUR HAS It.......a Kanzahsays Series by ahmstrng(op): 12:32am On Sep 30, 2017 |
‘She should be in her final year already, right? ‘Yes yes she is’ ‘What about her calm sweet brother? What is his name again, Remi? Rotimi?’ Madam Asabe picked daintily at the samosa a steward just served them. ‘Olarinde, he is fine. Fine’ Yeye tugged at the necklace again. ‘He would be a fine young man like his father’ Madam Asabe said waving away a young man who was about to take her photograph at that moment. ‘Abi o‘ Yeye swore inwardly at Madam Asabe, who sat calmly not appearing to suffer from any discomfort, her shoes are not too tight on her feet, she is not suffocated by tons of makeup, her neck piece sat peacefully on her neck, her turban is simply tied, her loose fitting gown sitting comfortably on her shows no sign of crease. The juju musician began to sing the praises of the celebrant and Yeye had no choice but to go on stage to spray the musician. She was flanked by four women in similar outfits who spoke loudly for everyone to hear that their friend is the best of them all. ‘Oya ore mi, pepper dem gang!’ the rotund one among them said, she looked like someone whose mouth is permanently stuffed with puff puffs. She pauses at intervals to grab chinchins, steak meats from passing trays. ‘Fun won tan extravaganza, give it to them! Iyalaya Iya eyan‘ another said. They all crowded in front of the juju musician throwing money and spit into each others faces, digging and twisting their large hips. Some of them would whisper their names into the musician’s ears or write it down in papers because of the noise. Money flew about with careless abandon. Taiwo was observing from his seat, he sips his beer and checks his phone for messages. There was none yet. He had released a press statement on behalf of the Otunba repudiating what was said about Otunba on the site. The tech guy he met with told him the person behind the site is a ghost. ‘Ghost how, Matthew what are you saying?’ Taiwo asked as he dashed out of the Otunba’s office. He pressed the phone firmly to his ears with his shoulders while he held two brown envelopes in both hands. ‘His ip address is untraceable, he masked his mac address and channeled his ip through multiple countries, he is virtually untraceable’ Matthew replied. ‘So what would happen now? You should be able to do something. If you can shut down that site, shut it down. Do anything you can do, I would send more money.’ Taiwo dumps the envelopes in his car and held the phone with his hand. ‘Okay then.’ Matthew hung up. |
| Literature › Re: RUMOUR HAS It.......a Kanzahsays Series by ahmstrng(op): 12:31am On Sep 30, 2017 |
EPISODE 3...... Loud juju music and fanfare greets everyone as they drove into Wellington estate. Otunba was throwing a party for his wife on her 49th birthday. ‘I said he should wait till I turned 50 o but he refused’ Yeye Otunba decked in an expensive Swiss lace fabric cut into a flamboyant style said to the fair woman beside her. The woman dressed elegantly in a white silk boubou, silver jewelry and white turban has a celestial glow around her, she is the widow of one of Otunba’s acquaintances Dr. Bello. ‘Otunba is a caring man, only a blind person would say otherwise’ Madam Asabe said. ‘And charming lest I forget, he mixes with everyone effortlessly’ she added and smiled, a sour smile that speaks of things wanted but denied. ‘You know he once told me he barely knows half of the people he relates with o’ Yeye whispered moving her lips closer to Madam Asabe’s ears, still whispering she told Madam Asabe about Otunba’s friends who had made passes at her that evening. Seeing them seated close to each other, one dressed in clothes and accessories that yells for attention and the other shimmering in simple elegance, they cut the picture of the grand and the grandiloquent. What Yeye tries to make up for with her elaborated outfits is what Madam Asabe has in abundance, even with the simplest of clothes Madam Asabe is a head turner in her mid 50s. ‘Two jolly friends!’ Otunba boomed from behind startling the two women, Yeye smiled happily she loves it when she’s called Madam Asabe’s friend. ‘Madam Asabe, you are always looking radiant’ the Otunba said jocularly as he hugged her ‘This Nigeria is not showing on your body at all.’ ‘Thank you, a lovely thing to do for your beautiful wife Otunba’ Madam Asabe said slowly in her accented English, the kind she speaks when she wants to dominate or seduce. ‘Thank you thank you, you know how you women can be at times, we have to show you people that you are special to us’ his wife scoffed as he said this. ‘Hehe hehe’ he continued ignoring her, ‘it is even a double celebration for me, Agbaje is now a free man’ he took a big gulp from the wine glass he held and waited for the women to say something. Either they weren’t listening or they don’t find the news worthy for them to react to, the two women were both quiet. ‘I would leave you two to your discussion, ha Senator Gbadamosi, it’s a pleasure to have you here, Se alafia ni?‘ the Otunba went to exchange banters with the senator who is in the news for forged University certificates ‘Opponents, political opponents are behind my woes, but my God is greater than all of them. This is pure witch hunting but I repeat my God is greater than them’ the senator had said in an interview. Yeye continued to feed Madam Asabe with petty talks which Madam Asabe responds to with hmms and ohs. Yeye doesn’t know whether it meant she should continue or the gossips sounds too good to be true. Yeye was eager to please Madam Asabe, to court her favour. Having a friend like Madam Asabe will go a long way in cementing her in the midst of the top socialites in the country. She wants her face to be plastered in the elites corner of every newspaper and the posh SWAN magazine that features the who is who in the country in their monthly editions. ‘How is your daughter?’ Madam Asabe asked suddenly, she took a sip from her drink looking straight into Yeye’s eyes. ‘Oluwateniola? She is fine, she should join us soon, she is busy with her makeup I think, you know how these children are’ Yeye adjusted the necklace she wore on her neck. The gaudy metal was making her skin itch, she refused to wear the neck piece the stylist asked her to wear ‘too simple, I have to show them I am the celebrant and Asabe is coming too.’ Now seating beside Madam Asabe who opted for comfort over fashion, she wished she had listened to the stylist, she kept suppressing the urge to yank the necklace away. |
| Literature › Re: RUMOUR HAS It.......a Kanzahsays Series by ahmstrng(op): 10:16am On Sep 28, 2017 |
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‘Shebi, they said even the wife of the Otunba is involved in strong juju‘ another customer added, a slim woman who should be in her late 20s or early 30s, she sat in a corner almost invisible until she brings out her neck time to time like a tortoise to join the conversation. ‘I heard that one too o, and the woman is nice. That her daughter is her carbon copy’ Nancy added. ‘That her daughter is a dog! No be Teniola? The idiot used Kayan mata to snatch my friend’s husband’ a woman sitting under the dryer said ‘we are waiting for the day we would see her and beat her up. Useless girl’ the woman fumed. ‘The husband nko? She won’t beat him too?’ Nancy asked in mockery. The woman under the dryer pretended to be busy with a magazine and played dumb. ‘But come to think of it o, is this Kayan mata thing real?’ Shade asked ‘Because I used to have a friend then, she is very ugly but men always swarm around her. They give her everything she asks for and she used them to play suwe, she confided in me that it is Kayan mata she uses’ Shade added. ‘That thing works o. Ha, the day I used it ehn Daddy Yo wan kill me for house’ Nancy laughed heartily as she said this. ‘Who is Daddy yo?’ the woman under the dryer asked. ‘My husband of course’ Nancy laughed again. ‘If this thing works true true, why do some men still cheat? Hausa women use it the most but their husbands marry up to four wives, why?’ the slim woman asked. ‘Abi o, and some men follow those opelenge idiots’ the woman under dryer said. ‘Some sleep with their workers’ Shade added. ‘Some sleep with their housemaids’ Nancy said and cackled. ‘Some with their wife’s sisters’ She cackled again. ‘Some with their daughters’ the slim woman said and clapped her hands. A stifling silence fell over the salon as she said this. Daniella sat still as her thick hair was coated with warm essential oils like she wasn’t listening. Nancy gave the slim woman a serious side eye and made gestures with her hands while mouthing ‘Nah your mouth go kill you.’ The silence in the saloon was overwhelming until Shade asked excitedly ‘Is it true Don Jazzy is getting married soon?’ there was chaos as she said this and everyone of them began talking at once. Daniella felt naked, like a thousand eyes were watching her under dark-rimmed sunglasses. Her stomach churned. How long will it take before her little bruise becomes an open wound. source http://kanzahsays.com |
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She let out a sigh when she was done with the call and looked around her bedroom. There are times she feels overwhelmed by her dad’s fortune, there are times she wished she was never a part of all the wealth that has consumed them, there are times she imagined how it would have been if things were different… Totally different. * * * * * * * ** ** * * * * * * * The sun glared at her as she got out of her car. It was just 11:30am but the sun was out already beaming in all it glory. A woman accosted Daniella as she made her way towards Nancy Naturalistas Salon. ‘Aunty pls help me eat’ the woman pointed to her mouth and stomach as she said this. She was dressed in a pink blouse which has faded to a depressed paleness, her Ankara wrapper was haphazardly tied around her waist, the balance Daniella have often associated with the Iro wasn’t there, one end was high up while the other was below, a tattered hair net was balanced on her head. Daniella dug her hands into her bag and gave her a two hundred naira note. ‘Thank you o aunty’ the woman said with a voice laced with discontent. Daniella nodded and began to walk towards the salon, she was about to enter when she felt a tug on her cloth. She looked back in alarm and saw a pudgy baby dressed in dirty overalls, she was still recovering from the momentary shock she felt when she saw another waddle towards her. Grinning and exposing two front teeth and pink baby gums, the second baby held it hands up to be carried. ‘Nah my children dey greet you aunty, dem be twins’ the woman she had given money said and looked at her expectantly. Sighing, Daniella dug into her bag again and counted 5 two hundred naira notes, ‘Take, that is for your babies’ she said. The voice of the woman stopped her ‘Aunty, but no be dis one tasan I fit take feed these pikins now.’ Daniella turned in disbelief and looked at the woman now standing with one hand on her waist and the other holding out the 5 two hundred naira notes at Daniella. ‘Mama Ejima! How many times have I warned you about staying in front of my shop!’ a deep voice bellowed. It was Nancy, the owner of the salon. A big boned woman in her forties who is ‘allergic to nonsense and ingredients’ she snatched the money from Mama Ejima and shooed her out of the salon’s premises. ‘I am so sorry about Mama Ejima, that is how she behaves I am not even sure she is the owner of those babies’ Nancy said as she returned Daniella’s money. ‘It’s okay’ Daniella smiled faintly and fished out her phone, she replied some emails and sent some. ‘Hmmm, as I was saying Aunty Shade, they said the thing is true o. That Otunba had an orphanage which he shut down all of a sudden in the 90s’ Nancy said as she deftly twisted her customer’s kinky hair. ‘Nah wa this people o’ Shade said stylishly proding for more details. |
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EPISODE 2...... Daniella was covered in cold sweat on the sofa in her bedroom. She had just finished doing yoga and she felt better than she did before she started. It was hard concentrating as she worked through the poses but eventually she was able to clear her mind. She reached for her phone on the bed and collapsed back on the sofa, it is Saturday and she has some personal errands to run, her hair – she pulled at the thick mass on her head – needed some TLC, she needs to get some groceries and then check up on friends. As she surfed through her Instagram feed, a picture of Chisom smiling while she posed for pictures with her twins came into view. Chisom’s picture appeared on a fashion page with the caption ‘funky yummy mummy’ she logged off Instagram immediately and went on Twitter Just because you are not celebrated doesn’t mean you are not awesome, life has a funny way of making things look like they weren’t at times #DanyO. She tweeted. She placed her phone face down on the bed, turned on the music on her Apple Beats Pill and walked languidly into the bathroom. Minutes later she was swallowed by the huge bath in the pristinely white and gigantic bathroom ‘I want to come in here and see heaven’ she had told the interior decorator. An oval vanity mirror leaned defiantly against the wall, arranged beside the mirror is an array of body wash, astringent, exfoliating creams, soaps, moisturizers, face mask, natural hair products – conditioners, mask, shampoo, dudu osun, Cantu hair products. Daniella took her time in the bath, she heard her phone ring like 7 times but she wasn’t bothered. She’d deal with those calls later, she sank further into the bath and closed her eyes to the soothing warmth, she might have drifted for few minutes before she woke up with a jolt. She hurriedly wrapped up herself in her bathrobe and rushed into her bedroom, careful not to slip on the tiles. ‘I have a lot to do’ she murmured to herself as she picked up the phone lying on the bed. ‘Hello, have you delivered the package I asked you to give to Madam Obaseki?’ ‘Yes ma’ the voice on the other end cracked. ‘What about Alhaja Tejuosho?’ ‘We couldn’t give her the package because she wasn’t at home, she went for Hajj’ the voice answered. ‘Good, tell Clark that I asked him to go over the new building materials we just ordered, tell Zainab to display the Hermès bag Cynthia rejected and… Don’t forget Amanda and Fancy still haven’t paid for the wristwatches they got and also, I noticed the porcelain house ornaments has chapped ends, make sure someone look into that and then…’ the receiver on the other end listened careful not to show signs of laziness. ‘And then, tell…’ Daniella went on and on not repeating what she said and not stopping to make the person she was instructing take notes. She doesn’t care, she expected her staff to be up to the task and whoever doesn’t meet the cut gets cut. |
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Taiwo doesn’t want to believe that was Otunba, He swallowed the unsavoury liquid gathering at the back of his throat. His loyalty lies with Otunba and he has to fix this. ‘I’m on this sir’ he said and he left the room, he returned to his room to put on his shoes and take the necessary things he’d need. He took one glance at the food he ordered and realized his appetite is gone. He ordered an Uber and as he waited, he made some calls. The Uber arrived as he was writing down a number. He used to know a tech guy around Jabi. source http://kanzahsays com |
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It has come to our notice that Otunba Adebayo Coker, the popular businessman and philanthropist is running for the post of member of the house of Representatives. As humble, law abiding citizens of Nigeria who aim to seek the truth and separate it from the sham, we have some questions to ask Otunba Adebayo before he proceeds in his ambition. What happened to the orphanage home you set up in the 90s? Why did you lock it up exactly 6 years after without any explanation whatsoever? What happened to the children especially Miss Fatima, Miss Hannah, Miss Chiamaka, Miss Ife, Miss Ngozi and Miss Samantha? What exactly transpired between you and Miss Fatima that resulted into you carting her off to an unknown place in the middle of the night on the 6th of June 1996? Why haven’t we heard from the manager of your orphanage Madam Monica Iyama since then? You claimed she left without even dropping a hint that she’d be leaving, what efforts did you make in knowing why she did? Otunba Adebayo Coker, we put it to you that you are nothing but a sniveling, dirty, shameless, useless paedophile who covers up his stinking deeds by snuffing life out of his victims and those who are against his bad habits. We put it to you that you and some of your workers saw to the death of the 6 girls mentioned above. We put it to you that you are a staunch member of the dreaded Ngolo Ngolo cult who perform human ritual to amass wealth and affluence. We put it to you that you have no interest of the people at heart and all your displays and theatrics are feeble half-hearted attempts to clinch the house of Representatives seat. Before you prepare your robust reply, check out the pictures below! The phone fell from the Otunba’s hands, and he fell back on the bed. ‘Who did this!…’ his lips trembled. ‘Sir, I have no idea…’ ‘Dial that number right now, he wants money. That idiot wants money’ Otunba mops his brow with his sleeve, ‘Turn on the AC’ he added ‘It is on sir’ The Otunba removed his agbada and flung it into the settee in the room. He follows suit with the caftan he wore below. ‘Sho ti gbe? Has he picked?’ he held out his hands for the phone. ‘The number is switched off sir’ Taiwo stomach grumbled and he wished it hadn’t done that. He shouldn’t be thinking of food right now, Otunba is in trouble. ‘Mo gbe! I am finished! Look at those photos!’ the Otunba said throwing some spit into Taiwo’s face Taiwo squinted at the picture of a man in a clandestine position with a little girl. The man sure looks like his boss. |
