this is Rwanda

ceejayx:

It was a halftime change na u lost

but no changes in the first half and the first change was in the second half. and my stake was on first substitution in second half

please how is this a lost game biko. betking is a scam. Strasbourg made changes in second half. someone please help me check biko

please what's the code for no goals scored under 10mins. thanks

kowade:
Hi guys,I need someone to give me sure 5 odds and if the game come through 5k for the person. meanwhile cos I am in a very good mood this morning want to fund 5 people 1k each this morning. let's go. please note only bet9ja and 1xbet.

fund me bet9ja. 3430701. thanks

B954SSTRSEREPE-3430701 bet wisely. my own game for today

biko can someone help me fund my bet9ja account. 3430701. even if its #200 biko can someone help me fund my bet9ja account. 3430701. even if its #200

[quote author=chiefbaywhy post=70256245]Top 29 lucky people online now should quote me with their bet9ja details so I can transfer money to you

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someone should help me fund my bet9ja account biko no amount is too small. bet9ja account name. yaovi01
thanks

this one wey ladies come plenty today online. who no go kitchen today ni?

smcotty:
Pls which option are we to choose?
Private Candidate Results Or School Candidate Results

private candidate

retry again cos I check my sister own this morning and it came out

This Igbo man got married to his fellow Igbo woman in February 2018 and by June 2018, he has beaten her to death.

What on earth, will cause a man to beat his wife to death, barely 4 months after wedding? Like seriously.... What?

abeg tonight game biko

A frd of mine send money to 9ja by money Gram. The person that suppose​ went to the bank fill out the form ND give it to the person in charge of it. They ask him to wait, that are working on it. Some minutes later, he went to check if the money is ready that was when he was told that someone else has received the money in the same bank. With his name ND signature. How ND when? One of the banker said he saw the paper on the floor but some guys picked it up ND to receive the money... Please house how's​ that possible.. because the money is 600k.

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STELLA MONYE: WHY THE CAGED BIRD CRIED

“MY SON’S 17 YEARS OF PAIN AND MISERY”

“Jebose my brother,
My life, these days, is like a fish out of water. I am gasping every second. Sometimes, I wondered how I am still standing. I am miserably searching my pathways to this thing called life with my only son, Ibrahim. I do not know where life will lead me to, next minute, with him. I know what I have seen, but I do not know how life would soothe and console me. His unfortunate circumstance continues to consume our life: getting him well and free from pain is my mission. It seems a long road, distanced and murky life for us.
I begin my day at sunrise with tears of sorrow and end at sunset, with prayers for my daily grief: a single mother whose handsome and only son has been in pain the past 17 years of his twenty seven years on planet earth. A freak accident of a goodhearted child has become a pathetic burden and songs of sorrow for me and my son.
Nigerians see me sing at events and concerts. My name is all over the media and my songs are heard on radio and other media outlets. But what they do not know is the heartaches of a dear mother that frequent hospitals every week to save her son, keep him alive as I pray for his healing. Azuka Jebose, my heart bleeds. My salty tears flow endlessly on my face, these tears rage every day: they are my river of pain. I am physically suffering due to Ibrahim’s condition.
“No mother should to go through my agony with her child. You do not wish that on any mother, not even a wicked witch. Each morning, I clean my son’s opened stomach. Every week, we go into the hospital because of infections to his injuries, opened stomach and for his kidney dialyses.. His urethra is damaged. This process has caused him kidney disease. Ibrahim lives with tubes inserted in his lower abdomen.
My heart is darkness of pain. I see clouds of trauma, every day. His lower abdomen has been slashed open for two years: a tube is connected to his bladder to help him discharge his bodily fluids. We fight infections all the time with endless visits to the hospital and with antibiotic prescriptions. My home is a mini chemist.... I do not know how that boy is still alive.
Ibrahim got into a freak accident at age ten. He is a charming kind kid, always helping his friends in our neighbourhood. On that afternoon that the accident happened, he just wanted to help one of his friends’ fetched water from their compound’s tap attached to a water tank in the yard...
His friend complained to Ibrahim, as they walked home from lesson, that there was no water at their home. He had not taken bath in days. Inside their compound was a water tanker, barricaded by fences with sharp edged irons for security. The child pointed toward the water tank as he complained that he needed water from the Tank to shower for the day, but couldn’t climb over the fence to turn the tap. Ibrahim volunteered to climb over the fence to open the tap, allowing water to gush. As he climbed the fence, he fell; his scrotum got caught by the sharp iron object on top of the fence. It penetrated his scrotum, tore flesh of the scrotum as it pinched deep, painfully inside a child’s younger urethra. Ibrahim was trapped; crying, blood oozing from his scrotum and staining the fence. His screams attracted Passersby and other neighbours who rushed to help him from the sharp objects. His scrotum had been badly and deeply slashed.
I was on tour, NIGERIA ’99, with the best of Nigerian musicians that summer of 1999. We had Late Christy Essien Igbokwe, Shina Peters, Otis Wiliki. We were in Abuja to hand over the FIFA Junior Football Championship theme song to the then President, Gen Abdulsalam Abubarkar. My mother called me to share the sad news. I was on national assignment for Nigeria and I could not leave my colleagues behind. I chose my nation over my son’s painful accident..
I asked my mom to take him to the hospital and cared for him while I was representing my country. I also told mother that I would return after the National tour assignments: that was a huge sacrifice for me... We were not paid for our performances. We only got pittance as allowances. But this na my country. I must serve Nigeria in her time of need. That is patriotism. My son had two major surgeries while I was on tour for Nigeria, promoting our theme songs for the Junior World cup. I returned after the tour with celebrity status, superstardom but no money in my pocket. My shock just begun!.I carried my agony of caring for a ten year old “good Samaritan” that tried to help his friend to bath. I wasn’t angry at him for climbing the fence. I was proud of his humanitarianism that young in his life. He was selfless and he cared. The surgery and subsequent surgeries including the surgery in India, failed...
I was desperate. My son was sliding into disability. He could not use the toilets, unassisted. I am still desperate. Every urinary discharge was like a trip to hell with his painful cries that stabs my heart. I reached out to Chief Raymond Dokpesi of Ray Power and late Christy Essien-Igbokwe : they helped organize a fund drive to go to India and seek surgery. The Indian doctors told us that they would try but would not guarantee if the surgery would be a success. They concluded that the hospital that did the first surgery had created a mess in the bladder and urethra. I just wanted to get my son to live normal and be freed from daily constant pain. So I signed onto the surgery. Its been 17 years now. Jebose I cannot count how many surgeries failed.
My son is in excruciating pain. He is 27. We began this traumatic melancholy at age 10. I have spent every penny earned to care for him. He still needs care. Recently, we contacted a specialist doctor in Indiana, USA, for corrective surgery. I sent all his medical records the Specialists asked for.. I want to take a chance to save my son. I want Ibrahim to live normally and independent of my care. He is all I’ve got.
“Ibrahim is my only child. He deserves to live free from any pain, not regret helping others in need of help because of this misery and torture.

“Jebose, I am in deep tide of my life. My tide is highest. The cost of the constructive surgery is N35 Million. Where will I get N35 MILLION to save Ibrahim from 17 years of living in miserable pain?. I can no longer hide my pain. I can’t continue take the weights of my sorrows to sleep every night, hoping for miracle to happen. I do not know how much time I have left in my life. Anything can happen at any time. I am in the early evenings of my life. Who will care for Ibrahim if I fall now?. Who will wipe his urine, clean his sore open belly, clean the inlet to the tube that connects to his bladder?. Who will empty his urine for him, wake up every three hours at night to wipe him up, change his wet clothes and or help him to the toilet?. Jebose, this is my daily shift, even after I returned from gigs and concerts. You see my broad smiles at shows, but deep inside my heart are tears dripping into my emotional grief. When I sing, I sing with pain. When I laugh, I laugh with torment, when I look at the happy audience; I pray to see Ibrahim happy, without pain and enjoying my songs, just like my audience. But that may not happen. My Son’s bladder is ruptured, so it bleeds into his abdomen, mixing with his urine: it is always infected. The doctors here tried to treat him recently, but recommended I took him outside Nigeria for corrective surgery..His kidney is swollen and lacerated...This painful process has impacted his kidney.

He now has kidney failures and requires dialysis three times a week. I can only afford two dialyses per month at N45K each. That is not good for his body. Jebose, I need help. My hope and second chance are in this Specialist in Indiana. I need N35MILLION to pay for his corrective surgery. I need help. Please Nigeria, help me. No amount is too small... I beg Nigeria; I am a mother just like you, your mother, your daughter, your sister, your niece, your grandmother. I am that same girl that brought great songs to your lives. Give me a sweet melody to lessen my burden and a hope with your donation.....Ibrahim is my only son .

*********My dearest friends and followers, our moment is here and now to help a mother save her only son this new year. This is a great way to share our new blessings with Stella. Nothing is too small.

** PLEASE MAKE YOUR DONATIONS NOW, THUS:

BANK INFO:

NAME: STELLA MONYE

FIRST BANK CURRENT ACCT:2021451638

***PLEASE DONATE AND SHARE NOW

STELLA MONYE: WHY THE CAGED BIRD CRIED

“MY SON’S 17 YEARS OF PAIN AND MISERY”

“Jebose my brother,
My life, these days, is like a fish out of water. I am gasping every second. Sometimes, I wondered how I am still standing. I am miserably searching my pathways to this thing called life with my only son, Ibrahim. I do not know where life will lead me to, next minute, with him. I know what I have seen, but I do not know how life would soothe and console me. His unfortunate circumstance continues to consume our life: getting him well and free from pain is my mission. It seems a long road, distanced and murky life for us.
I begin my day at sunrise with tears of sorrow and end at sunset, with prayers for my daily grief: a single mother whose handsome and only son has been in pain the past 17 years of his twenty seven years on planet earth. A freak accident of a goodhearted child has become a pathetic burden and songs of sorrow for me and my son.
Nigerians see me sing at events and concerts. My name is all over the media and my songs are heard on radio and other media outlets. But what they do not know is the heartaches of a dear mother that frequent hospitals every week to save her son, keep him alive as I pray for his healing. Azuka Jebose, my heart bleeds. My salty tears flow endlessly on my face, these tears rage every day: they are my river of pain. I am physically suffering due to Ibrahim’s condition.
“No mother should to go through my agony with her child. You do not wish that on any mother, not even a wicked witch. Each morning, I clean my son’s opened stomach. Every week, we go into the hospital because of infections to his injuries, opened stomach and for his kidney dialyses.. His urethra is damaged. This process has caused him kidney disease. Ibrahim lives with tubes inserted in his lower abdomen.
My heart is darkness of pain. I see clouds of trauma, every day. His lower abdomen has been slashed open for two years: a tube is connected to his bladder to help him discharge his bodily fluids. We fight infections all the time with endless visits to the hospital and with antibiotic prescriptions. My home is a mini chemist.... I do not know how that boy is still alive.
Ibrahim got into a freak accident at age ten. He is a charming kind kid, always helping his friends in our neighbourhood. On that afternoon that the accident happened, he just wanted to help one of his friends’ fetched water from their compound’s tap attached to a water tank in the yard...
His friend complained to Ibrahim, as they walked home from lesson, that there was no water at their home. He had not taken bath in days. Inside their compound was a water tanker, barricaded by fences with sharp edged irons for security. The child pointed toward the water tank as he complained that he needed water from the Tank to shower for the day, but couldn’t climb over the fence to turn the tap. Ibrahim volunteered to climb over the fence to open the tap, allowing water to gush. As he climbed the fence, he fell; his scrotum got caught by the sharp iron object on top of the fence. It penetrated his scrotum, tore flesh of the scrotum as it pinched deep, painfully inside a child’s younger urethra. Ibrahim was trapped; crying, blood oozing from his scrotum and staining the fence. His screams attracted Passersby and other neighbours who rushed to help him from the sharp objects. His scrotum had been badly and deeply slashed.
I was on tour, NIGERIA ’99, with the best of Nigerian musicians that summer of 1999. We had Late Christy Essien Igbokwe, Shina Peters, Otis Wiliki. We were in Abuja to hand over the FIFA Junior Football Championship theme song to the then President, Gen Abdulsalam Abubarkar. My mother called me to share the sad news. I was on national assignment for Nigeria and I could not leave my colleagues behind. I chose my nation over my son’s painful accident..
I asked my mom to take him to the hospital and cared for him while I was representing my country. I also told mother that I would return after the National tour assignments: that was a huge sacrifice for me... We were not paid for our performances. We only got pittance as allowances. But this na my country. I must serve Nigeria in her time of need. That is patriotism. My son had two major surgeries while I was on tour for Nigeria, promoting our theme songs for the Junior World cup. I returned after the tour with celebrity status, superstardom but no money in my pocket. My shock just begun!.I carried my agony of caring for a ten year old “good Samaritan” that tried to help his friend to bath. I wasn’t angry at him for climbing the fence. I was proud of his humanitarianism that young in his life. He was selfless and he cared. The surgery and subsequent surgeries including the surgery in India, failed...
I was desperate. My son was sliding into disability. He could not use the toilets, unassisted. I am still desperate. Every urinary discharge was like a trip to hell with his painful cries that stabs my heart. I reached out to Chief Raymond Dokpesi of Ray Power and late Christy Essien-Igbokwe : they helped organize a fund drive to go to India and seek surgery. The Indian doctors told us that they would try but would not guarantee if the surgery would be a success. They concluded that the hospital that did the first surgery had created a mess in the bladder and urethra. I just wanted to get my son to live normal and be freed from daily constant pain. So I signed onto the surgery. Its been 17 years now. Jebose I cannot count how many surgeries failed.
My son is in excruciating pain. He is 27. We began this traumatic melancholy at age 10. I have spent every penny earned to care for him. He still needs care. Recently, we contacted a specialist doctor in Indiana, USA, for corrective surgery. I sent all his medical records the Specialists asked for.. I want to take a chance to save my son. I want Ibrahim to live normally and independent of my care. He is all I’ve got.
“Ibrahim is my only child. He deserves to live free from any pain, not regret helping others in need of help because of this misery and torture.

“Jebose, I am in deep tide of my life. My tide is highest. The cost of the constructive surgery is N35 Million. Where will I get N35 MILLION to save Ibrahim from 17 years of living in miserable pain?. I can no longer hide my pain. I can’t continue take the weights of my sorrows to sleep every night, hoping for miracle to happen. I do not know how much time I have left in my life. Anything can happen at any time. I am in the early evenings of my life. Who will care for Ibrahim if I fall now?. Who will wipe his urine, clean his sore open belly, clean the inlet to the tube that connects to his bladder?. Who will empty his urine for him, wake up every three hours at night to wipe him up, change his wet clothes and or help him to the toilet?. Jebose, this is my daily shift, even after I returned from gigs and concerts. You see my broad smiles at shows, but deep inside my heart are tears dripping into my emotional grief. When I sing, I sing with pain. When I laugh, I laugh with torment, when I look at the happy audience; I pray to see Ibrahim happy, without pain and enjoying my songs, just like my audience. But that may not happen. My Son’s bladder is ruptured, so it bleeds into his abdomen, mixing with his urine: it is always infected. The doctors here tried to treat him recently, but recommended I took him outside Nigeria for corrective surgery..His kidney is swollen and lacerated...This painful process has impacted his kidney.

He now has kidney failures and requires dialysis three times a week. I can only afford two dialyses per month at N45K each. That is not good for his body. Jebose, I need help. My hope and second chance are in this Specialist in Indiana. I need N35MILLION to pay for his corrective surgery. I need help. Please Nigeria, help me. No amount is too small... I beg Nigeria; I am a mother just like you, your mother, your daughter, your sister, your niece, your grandmother. I am that same girl that brought great songs to your lives. Give me a sweet melody to lessen my burden and a hope with your donation.....Ibrahim is my only son .

*********My dearest friends and followers, our moment is here and now to help a mother save her only son this new year. This is a great way to share our new blessings with Stella. Nothing is too small.

** PLEASE MAKE YOUR DONATIONS NOW, THUS:

BANK INFO:

NAME: STELLA MONYE

FIRST BANK CURRENT ACCT:2021451638

***PLEASE DONATE AND SHARE NOW

purem:


Am not understanding u
Are u avin dis issue with ur wife
Why generalizing d act

no

Why should a man be threatened by the success of his wife?

If he's your husband, should your success not be his own success too?

Hold on let's clear that bit. Is your success his success?

If your success is not his success, does his fear suddenly become justified?

It would seem logical to say men who fear the success of their wives actually hate the success stories they have not been able to create or worse, competition.

In the end, you find that it is not the success that is feared but the conduct of the person in success.

Why should a man be threatened by the success of his wife?

If you are having to ask yourself this, you might want to start by checking yourself before the all too popular husband bash.

"A man has no business setting up a home he cannot provide for."

Unfortunately, this is a statement that seems to go against our economic profiles so many will frown at it. But really, a man has not business setting up a home he cannot provide for.
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What happens then when you suddenly lose your source of income in the marriage?

People talk about tests in life and I promise you, for a responsible man, this one ranks high.

To look into the teary eyes of your children knowing you suddenly cannot give to them what they deserve, will attempt to crush everything inside of your soul keeping you up as a man.

You'd truly be unfortunate at this point to have a wife who would either be unable or unwilling to go through this period with you without attempting to further take from you, the little strands of dignity left on you.

Depression, chronic frustration and sporadic anger bouts become your norm as you search for a new meaning of life at the same time as trying to restore the old.

But then, a man has no business setting up a home he cannot provide for.
.........except, this man did set up a home he could provide for, he's just lost the means to do so.
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1. Do a thorough and realistic reevaluation of your family financial situation.

2. Think well about what things are most important, what things are absolutely necessary and what things are luxuries.

3. Draw up a priority list because income has reduced/stopped. The most important things come first.

4. Think up ways to supplement your reduced/stopped income. There are several things that can be looked at, many of them may look small but small is better than none.

5. Don't lose your mind, you are not the only one in this situation. If others can survive, you can survive

6. Be patient with your spouse. This may seem strange given you feel you are the one who needs to be tolerated more. While this is true, your partner is also having to learn to deal with the new you and the new situation, it would be unfair to expect the change to be automatic and instant.

7. Don't read undue meanings to things. Fights will happen whether you are rich or broke, look to resolve issues for their true causes not link everything to financial status (except, well, it is about financial status)

8. Find cheap ways to relax. Just because you are broke doesn't mean your life has got to stop being fun filled.

9. Avoid alcohol and other substances not only because you need the cash but also because you need to clear your head. It is self deceptive at the very least to tell yourself you need substances to help you think.

10. Tell yourself that you are a survivor and believe it. Raise your game and hustle but keep it clean. Trust me, the temptation will be there to get dirty and it will be a strong temptation. You'd do yourself a lot of good if you fight the feeling.

At this point, you have done your bit. Take the rest to the door of The Most Gracious, Most Merciful One True God through prayers and stay consistent.

You'll be fine.

Share this message and give someone hope today.

What is normal?
Normal is 0 piece of meat in the plate It is 1 piece of meat in the plate It is 2,3,4 or more pieces of meat in the plate
Normal is 0 wife through the gates It is 1 wife through the gates It is 2,3,4 or more wives through the gates
Normal is 0 reaction or hate It is 1 reaction or hate It is 2,3,4 or more reactions or hate
Normal is 0 fights in a marriage It is 1 fight in a marriage It is 2,3,4 or more fights in a marriage
Normal is 0 understanding of this piece It is 1 understanding of this piece It is 2,3,4 or more understandings of this piece.
What is normal?

Maxi112:
She is just blabbing, easy said than done!


Like it's easy to chop off the hand with a knife. Domestic violence is bed, we all should condemn it but terming it a men thing is what I beg to differ, most women are worst than men, so how do we handle such people in a relationship or marriage?

bro there are knives that are very Sharp, but she says she won't do it instance

MhisTahrah:
If it's when they're fighting,then that's self defense.

she said she won't do it instance after some few days

she said she sees no reason why her husband should beat her even if its just a slap, that she can't take it. funny enough she has an innocent face

she said after every thing cools off

no but I feel that's too harsh. its best to just quit the marriage

I was talking with a female friend in the car while going home last night, and we were discussing about domestic violence in marriage. she said if a man beats her in marriage, she will cut of one of the hand of the man. that way when people ask the man he wont be able to talk what he did.

ladies and gentle men whats your take on this?



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There Is No Godliness In Planting Churches Everywhere, Those Numerous Branches Are Just Mere Business Centres, Cardinal Olubunmi Okogie Says As He Drops Freshly Baked Atomic Nuclear Bombs On RCCG General Overseer, Pastor Enoch Adeboye, On His Decision To Have RCCG Branches Everywhere - ::::::::Condemning such multiplicity of branches, the patriarch of the Lagos Catholics described such branches as “mere business centres,” insisting that there was indeed no godliness in planting churches in close proximity.
The Cardinal noted that the mushrooming of such churches has not elicited commensurate level of godliness across the land.
In an interview with New Telegraph newspaper, Okojie said: “In order to bring us together and to get sanity back into this country, the fear of God must be number one. Nigerians of today don’t care a hoot about God.
“For example, I heard that one of my colleagues, (Pastor Enoch) Adeboye, said that he would love to build churches everywhere so as to make it easy for worshipers to walk to them. But for me, that is a useless statement. How can you say you will build churches everywhere?

I got a message that broke my heart and just brought back to me, what people go through in the name of genotypes.

This lady, like many others, currently single, had been in different relationships only to be jilted upon the discovery of her SS status.

As someone very conscious of her health status, she wouldn't even begin a relationship except with someone that's of genotype AA meaning the breakups have nothing to do with the regular fears of offspring genotype.

I think it's unfair how we treat people with the SS and SC genotypes, but then I also get that some of these things might be out of fears of the unknown.

If you have met someone you love, someone who loves you and matches everything else you want, why discriminate based on genotypes? (which are compatible with yours by the way)

Hopefully, we can speak about this some more.