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Any banker wey wan blow whistle should contact Mii Let's strike a deal |
DrAdmirable:You forgot to mention Dame Patience Jonathan (Faka) |
iliyande:Glo is very good in my area but once I leave home it's a different case entirely |
Hungry mofo don dey lick am |
Someone told Mii Dino served in 1999 but got his NYSC certificate in 2001 |
The boy is feeling at home |
Expected |
Smellymouth:Growing since 2010?? |
So?? |
bettercreature:Glo need to do more cos if not for the affordability of their data, they would have had the lowest customer |
They will lose more except they change their way |
Abdulazeez99:EFCC should have been the agency seeing to the eradication of terrorism in Nigeria They have got bombs |
i was passin by a particular street and I heard a"All the money spended was judiciously spended" |
Pejah:Nineties or not There was no time it was possible to get admission with such result but Dino did it |
Politicians and oju aiye |
Tot they said they are fighting |
Moving things |
Pejah:Haven't you heard of the case of Dino who had P parallel and was admitted to study geography |
AZUH:What has Yoruba got to do with anything in this story?? You're indeed asun |
Generalsamm:Fear not bro If Dino can be admitted with a worse result then you have a fighting chance |
Jimmyo3:Does this make any sense to You?? You're depressed and urgently need antidepressants |
Hoekay |
Nollywood and broken marriages They are really running to catch Hollywood |
I wan blow whistle ooo |
jullty:Ur English alone says a lot about the kind of person that you are |
copied # Wanna #Kill # Yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You’ve had yet another horrible day. You’re just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you’ve written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don’t answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you’re asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She’s screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that “Mommy is crying and sissy won’t wake up.” Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what’s going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, there’s an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they’ve said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can’t help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He can’t handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? They’re sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She’s in shock. She can’t believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad… Bad enough for you to end it. She can’t cry, she can’t feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It’s a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone’s crying, your little brother still doesn’t know you killed yourself, he’s too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn’t stop for days. It’s two years later. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn’t know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go into depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn’t succeed like you did, but she tried…your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don’t just affect you. They affect everyone. Don’t end your life, you have so much to live for. Things can’t get better if you give up. I’m here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk, no matter who you are. Even if we’ve NEVER talked before or even if it doesn't seem like I care. I’m here for you. Copy and paste this as your status to show people there are people out there that care.let's see who actually read all of it. For anyone that feels this way Life's too short, yea, but not to get off through the short cut! Could 1 friend, please copy and repost (not share)? We are trying to demonstrate that someone's always listening. There is still some beauty to life. Just don't get yourself on the wrong side of the law. # SuicideAwareness. # PleaseknowthatWeCare |
WTF is slay queen?? Slay used to mean to kill someone or something |
The number one reason is simple There are no Mr Right |
Thieves everywhere |
Rikishi to pawon po ti tu won ka |
The man look like the older version of Dino Melaye |
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