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We know they were flaws in the previous system of voting but pointing fingers and naming isn't the best way of expressing your point, given the way the opposing party accepted defeat. It could be different check Burundi.

Simple coke and fanta. Hope this would be reflected in the presidential budget for food for also rock

Barring of AIT isn't the smartest move not that i agree of all the 'hateful' commentaries or documentaries of the president elect but its media and you'd have some supporting your govt. and others. The public must see the good and bad side for effective judgment. He must allow FOI to play it's roll and also the NBC to determine sanctions if there would be any, not taking such matters personally.
At this point i see a onemanhero regim.

Thanks for your concern but let the country handle its issues so we can learn.

you are a young man, and the fact you respect God is all there is, if she left you cause of sex let her go don't beg stand for what you believe in.

The Devil is a liar! TV and environmental factors might have been a huge factor in this.

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It's amazing youd die for someone who would bully you with his sirens.

Well your votes count little in this case as the international body already knows who would win. Obviously their candidate is our president

NOTHING ON POWER, INFRASTRUCTURE, REFINERIES, AGRICULTURE, ELECTRICITY, TOURISM,.... YOU JUST NAME IT. NOTHING EMPTY CAMPAIGNS

I'm confused on who to vote. but before you guys go angry and carry violence you could research Sierra Leone civil war.

Confessions of a Sex-Starved Single

My friend Diane got married recently. Walking down the aisle, smiling big, she winked as she passed me. She was stepping into a new season of life—a husband, a new home, new responsibilities … sex. I chuckled at the thought of the "s" word. Diane and Bill hadn't even kissed yet. They wanted to wait until their wedding day. Hence, their dating intimacy had consisted of lingering handshakes, brief hugs, and very few moments completely alone together. "We hold hands and look at each other a lot," Diane once confessed. (Oh, please!) To this day I shake my head every time I think of it.

We've always been different, Diane and I. My mind drifts to the time when a man like Bill was nothing more than a whisper of hope hidden in Diane's heart. Back then we talked about men, marriage, romance, and sex. I was the verbal one; Diane, more modest. I'll never forget how her mouth flew open when I approached our pastor's wife with a fairly provocative question about sex. "I don't want to hear this!" Diane protested adamantly. She covered her ears and stomped away before the pastor's wife could answer. Me? I had no shame. God would send me a husband one day; I wanted to be ready!

Diane says I think about sex too much and must learn to master my bodily urges. I tell her I'd rather let a man do that. She says I'm carnal. I say I'm passionate. She says I must wait on God. I tell her I think God's watch must be broken because he's running a bit late. She says I'm silly because God invented time and doesn't even need a watch. I hate it when she gets theological on me.

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My friend Diane says I must learn to master my bodily urges. I tell her I'd rather let a man do that.

A few years ago, Diane and I signed up for a women's conference at our church. The subject was holiness, being set apart for God's unique purpose in our life. The host of the gathering, a cheerful little lady with sparkling eyes and a bright smile, told us we needed to yield every area of our life to Christ, including our sexuality. The ladies in the room—several of whom were married—nodded their heads in agreement. I looked around. Easy for them to say! As for the others—was chastity really that easy for them?

I'd accepted Jesus as my Savior years before. I'd left my boyfriend behind and started a new way of life. I truly loved God. But my hormones were going crazy, and I desperately desired to share my life—and my body—with someone special. So there I sat, feeling like some carnal beast among this lofty group of good Christian ladies.

Finally, it was question and answer time. I swallowed hard and bit my lower lip. Diane looked at me and furrowed her brow. "What are you thinking?" she whispered. "I know that look. Don't you dare embarrass me!"

"Shhh!" I motioned to her harshly.

"You're going to say something about sex!"

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I mouthed the words to her, "I want to have sex."

I'd never seen her eyes get quite that big before. She hissed, "So help me, I'll never speak to you . . . "

"I want to have sex," I said plainly to everyone and to no one in particular.

A dead silence descended upon the room.

"Excuse me?" the speaker chirped.

"I said, 'I want to have sex.'"

Diane put her head in her hands. I continued. "No offense, ma'am," I said, "but how do you handle not 'doing it'?"

A few gasps rippled through the room. Suddenly I became embarrassed, but there was no turning back now.

"I mean, I'm 32 years old. I came to faith a few years ago. I was, um, … active before, if you know what I mean."

I looked around me. Some women had their heads down. Others had turned various shades of red. In an instant my mouth went dry. I felt like a fool and was about to apologize, when I saw her. We locked glances across the room, and her big brown eyes implored me to go on. She nodded in approval. She understood. A kindred spirit! I felt empowered.

Looking at the host, I continued, "It's like no one wants to talk about it. You make chastity sound so easy, but it's not. There are nights," I whimpered, "when I'm so lonely, all I can do is hold my Bible close and cry. I love God, really, I do. I just. …" I didn't know what else to say. I felt small again, and ashamed. Why was this area of my life so difficult for me? I looked around the room. Eyes that had avoided me earlier now looked knowingly into mine. Perhaps I wasn't so alone after all.

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"I know what you mean," a voice said. My kindred spirit stood up, her eyes full of tears. "Sometimes it's all I can do to hang on."

"But you do hang on," someone replied. "Maybe that's what counts."

"Sometimes I don't," I said softly. Sometimes my mind lingered unashamedly on intimate memories. Sometimes guys from the "old days" called, seemingly on cue, to test my resistance. Sometimes I was strong—but sometimes I acquiesced and hated myself for it. I didn't go "all the way" anymore, but I'd compromised my integrity too many times. Although there'd been no recent incidents, my body screamed daily. I knew I stood on the cusp of falling at any moment.

As I considered my shortcomings, conversation began. I listened, amazed, as one woman after another shared personal stories of struggle, triumph, and even failure to maintain purity. We laughed and cried together, candidly discussing how to stay pure amidst raging hormones. The need to dress sexy and be sexy calls to us from every arena—magazines, books, media. The message we receive is that sex outside marriage is healthy, it feels good, and of course, everybody's doing it. For those of us who've tasted the delight of physical intimacy, finding satisfaction in life without it can be a challenge.

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Is it possible to be content when something you want so desperately seems so out of reach? The answer, we concluded, is yes! Contentment comes by trusting with every ounce of our being that God wants what's best for us and will supply it at the proper time.

Choosing to live celibate during this season of life allows me to focus on God's will—to rely on him in times of loneliness and doubt. When my body aches for affection, I run to him, talk to him, and cry to him, learning to allow his arms to hold me. And in the end, there's nothing more satisfying than succumbing to the love of my Creator.

That day, I discovered I'd been putting my life on hold while I waited for a man. God, however, was waiting for me to take hold of the abundant life he'd planned for me. Focused on what I didn't have, I allowed my wants to determine my outlook. When I stopped whining for my way—right here, right now—I realized God was beckoning me to a closer relationship with him.

One woman stated, "I realized a long time ago, before I got married, that to get the caliber of man I wanted, I had to raise my standards as a woman. I threw myself into God's Word and learned as much about him as I could. I found things I enjoyed doing and began doing them. I found out who I was as a person. I not only began to feel better about myself, but I began to feel worthy of love, and worthy of waiting for someone who'd offer me more than just a feel-good in the middle of the night."

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"I envy you," I said.

"Don't envy me," she replied. "Emulate me."

"Honey," one older woman prodded gently, "is it simply sex you desire, or is it closeness, affection, and affirmation? Look, I've been married more than 40 years. Sometimes an empty feeling sweeps over me like Cinderella's broom. You may not believe this, but no man can fully deliver you from that. So before you go doing something foolish, think of the consequences. Honor God with your life. Keep your vows to him even when it hurts. It'll pay off in the long run, you'll see." Her tender words rested on me with grandmotherly warmth.

The session ended with prayer, the exchanging of phone numbers, and insights into a new way of thinking—and behaving.

Still, progress takes time. The following week I was on the phone. "Diane!" I cried, "I'm about to explode in an exuberant cacophony of hormones."

"Again?" she asked. "Aren't you being a tad dramatic?"

"I can't help it," I responded. "I'm in my prime. One day you're going to come into my bedroom and I'll have exploded. There'll be a big purple stain on the bed, traces of what I used to be."

"Purple?"

"Purple, the color of passion." Must I explain everything?

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I breathed a heavy sigh of frustration. She was spoiling a perfectly fine pity party. "Oh, brother!" Diane sounded exasperated. "Look, God knows you're in your prime. Go get your Bible and let's pray." When we finished she said, "You know, there's a lot more to having a man than a cacophony of hormones."

"Like what?!" I cried incredulously.

"Have you been reading Song of Songs again?" she asked.

"I had to do my daily Bible reading, didn't I?"

"You have a problem."

I overlooked the offense and filed it away. She'll need me one day. When that day comes, I'll remind her of her snippishness—and graciously forgive her.

The pastor pronounced them husband and wife, and Bill and Diane kissed for the first time. At the reception I pulled her aside and whispered the answer to the sex question I'd asked the pastor's wife a few years prior. Diane blushed but smiled big. "You're a sick woman," she said, laughing.

"I know!" I cried, doing a little dance. "But my husband will be a happy man."

Diane grabbed my arm and pulled me close. "So will mine!" she exclaimed softly. "So will mine!"

Was that a sparkle of passion I saw in my friend's eyes? We both laughed and did a little dance together. Maybe we've helped balance each other in more ways than we've realized.

Funny thing—I caught the bouquet. "You're next!" everyone shouted. In the meantime, however, I have things to do and dreams to follow.

Shea Gregory, a writer and speaker, lives in California.
Image by Jeremy / Flickr

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Did anyone that applied with www.faannigeria.org get any message?

Although I'm indifferent about this election there's something fishy about all these boko haram news coming up just after the elections were postponed

Only speak of what you know. I only pray that God saves His own, both parties aren't credibke they're just forcing people not leaders on us. Amaechi big talker I hope you haven't crossed the line. I'm not a fan of oyedepo but why are people bringing him into this the post didn't mention any names

There are two major causes of premature ejaculation physical and psychological, such illogical wouldn't be resolved by drugs and physical could be resolved by drugs. I would advice you see the doctor. Signs it might be physical might be illness like diabetis, hypertension, thyroid issues, prostrate, urethisis alcohol as well

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[size=13pt] BIBLE GOD DECEIVING PEOPLE SINCE 321BC [/size]

"Ah, Lord GOD! surely thou hast greatly deceived this
people." Jeremiah 4:10

"O Lord, thou hast deceived me, and I was deceived." Jeremiah 20:7

"And if a prophet be deceived when he hath spoken a thing, I the Lord have deceived that prophet." Ezekiel 14:9

"For this cause God shall send them strong delusion, that they should believe a lie." 2 Thessalonians 2:11

cc: Francistony

For I testify to everyone who hears the words of the prophecy of this book: If anyone adds to these things, God will add to him the plagues that are written in this book; and if anyone takes away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God shall take away his part from the Book of Life, from the holy city, and from the things which are written in this book. (‭Revelation‬ ‭22‬:‭18-19‬ NKJV)

Truth be told Lagos doesn't need FG's help for nothing it wants to do. I bet if they'd completed the rail it would have been "toll'd". With all the taxes collected by Lagos I'm ashamed. The federal roads are still better than th state roads Fashola is just a scam.

Hmmm, sack his campaign manager. btw if Lagosians want change don't you think Agbaje would best fit the description of that? "change"

I guess this one person who wont be voting for buhari. RIP

Its so funny right now all those saying buhari till they die rotfl a lot of people would die soon. In other news please you guys should start begging Bros Jo cause if he makes it to power all those people that didn't got his back though. LOL!

The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it?

I would have gone for it. Kano is just too far from lagos