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Edokpia:
This is the copy of june and july outstanding form as edited,i just confirmed from CC that it can be sent now to enable them effect payments,I just sent mine.

Hi. I missed the verification and inspection exercise by surep and have not been paid since then (june and july). Can you please help with suggestions on how I can lodge my complains and get paid? Thanks in anticipation.

mutter:
You are a wounded child and that is why the scars from your childhood are being reopened. But this man is not your father and you are not your mother. Marriage does not make anyone wiser or more mature overnight it is a process.
The first thing you need to do is give your husband a clean slate.You need to wipe out your parents story from his slate
The next thing you need to learn is not to take marriage so serious. Today the only reason people live together is becauuthey want to. If love and hamony is gone. What is left? CERTAINLY marriage is a divine contract and worth giving sacrifice for but it does not work out if you are so tied up and serious. Please learn to ignore some things and laugh over others it helps more than the most logical arguments. Men are like children when you pamper them and remain calm you get more results. When the atmosphere is tense call him or send him a message that you love him and can't wait for him to come home. Pet him when he is angry don't always try to iron things out.Sometimes it is better to laugh things out.or let them just fly over.nd even when angry and mad always show him respect and ask for forgiveness when you have wronged him.

Wow! What a great counsel. You have said it all. I like it. Are you a counsellor?

I am an unemployed and inexperience graduate of Electrical / Electronics Engineering.
Please, I need suggestions on Professional courses and training I should go for, here in Nigeria that can better my prospect of securing a job in the telecommunications industry. Thanks in anticipation.

Eeeeepuan!! Dis folks have been using fork and knife since 1979!? And my humble self cannot even conveniently handle fork. Na so so my hand go dey shake. #I cant blame d gods for this, d witches from my village must be d ones responsible for dis.

who's Emma Nyra who's Emma Nyra.. never heard that name.

I rep February 6. any birthday mate out there?

Grrriiiiiiiiiiiiing! the nagging alarm clock blares, interrupting her long, meditative, shallow sleep. Thoughts ravaging her mind all day, have found their way into her dreams once again. It’s 4 a.m in the morning, the perfect time for her usual kitchen dash. Breakfast steams on the gas for you and the kids. Of course, the morning crow still finds you in bed, eyes closed, and mouth open; drowning the pillow in methanol-filled drools. The bedside stool testifies of last night's groove, around it lay fallen bottles running over with booze. Body sunk in bed, paralyzed from the resultant effect of an overwhelming stupor. Snores scale the perimeter fence, finding their way into the chambers of the sleeping neighbours, disrupting another night's peaceful forty winks. A latex-laden pant lay carelessly on the closet floor, attesting to the escapades of an adulterous evening in the arms of a strange mistress. 'They are souvenir from the sick bay, I went there earlier to kill an headache', you claim, but she looks into your eyes in disgust and can't hold back tears; same white lie for the hundredth time! Aren't they tools that keep you proofed so you live to cheat another day?
     Mrs. Help-meet sucks it up, picks your favourite shirt, presses it and stretches your jet-black suit. A grey coloured, new pair of suede shoes awaits your wandering feet, the perfect match for your outfit. Its your promotion interview; she remembered to make you look good. How thoughtful! The briefcase lay open in its usual mess, and she tidies its paper work. Your miscarriage-inducing pair of socks, carrying a stench equivalent to the pungent whiff of a rotten egg is now washed, and left to dry on the bathroom laundry line as the night breaks into a new dawn. In the midst of her endless chores, she finds time to rehearse for the big day ahead. Full concentration activated in search of inspiration for her presentation at work. I guess you can't even tell why she's locked in the study away from you? It’s simple; digestion is an impossibility where constipation lurks!
Mrs. Responsible then proceeds into the kids' room. It’s time to prepare her little bunnies for school. Don't they look cute in those uniform and shoes? Radiating skin, courtesy of mama's great meals.
     Morning baby, she greets your stinking breath; its nothing different from the dung of a drunk, running diarrhea in an overflowing latrine, beside a refuse dump, somewhere in Oshodi slum. Pain killer in her hand, waiting to tend to the headache of another pain-in-the-butt. The hangover wouldn't even let you choose right; four different palms lay outstretched before your confused blurry eyes.
      She steps into the bedroom to dress up, only to be welcomed by the stinking puke downloaded on the floor. In silence, she gets to work, bends over to clean and mop. In all this, she didn't utter a word.
    Its 7:30 on the clock, signifying the right time for her daily hundred metre bus-stop sprint. She made it, its still minutes before eight. Her colleague, Mark, lay in wait to help dot the i's and cross the t's. 'Be yourself, no sweat, you are born to do this', he cheers. Nothing compares to the right words spoken at the right moment. It feels good to know someone still cares. Her dry, emotional grounds have just been watered. If only its coming from the man she shares her innermost being with; one who ought to be her greatest fan and best friend.
     She finds herself growing feelings for this gentle soul. Well, its an expected norm, and its no crime; a vine gravitates towards the direction of sun light. An attraction is not betrayal until it is acted upon, but she's no novice to its gimmicks; even an idiot knows a very thin line exists between them. Recalling that; 'For every act, there are Pharisees waiting to cast a stone', and 'In good times alone' was not the oath, she dumps the thought to focus on building her home. What a wise woman!
     The day's commission finally comes to an end. She heads home after stopping by to pluck the kids from school. Even though you come home so late the days you deem fit to, she still heads straight to the kitchen to fix you a hot plate. Its your favourite tonight. A sacrificial effort made in the hope of appealing to your strayed conscience, but the lifestyle of a blind bat wouldn't let you see the hard toils.
     Its hours now, your dinner's cold and the bunnies have given up waiting on you. Mama wouldn't budge; she sits glued to the couch. Like a sun flower that follows every movement of the sun, she trails every ticking hands of the clock. Though worn out and in dire need of rest, she just can't bring herself to hug a pillow when her love isn't home yet.
     Gbooaaah! The door flings open in a blast. Its 12:40 in the morning and daddy's home. The young lads bolt out of their sleep to behold a staggering figure in the doorway. Oh God! Not again... 'Baby, we've been waiting on you', mama manage to say amidst sobs. 'What do you mean? Can't I have time-out to celebrate with my friends?’ he fires. 'But we need you too' is all she said, and hell breaks loose. Sisquo must have unleashed the dragon wherever it stood. A hand faster than a Bugatti at top speed launched two thunderous, deafening, dirty slaps of high decibels in rapid succession across mama's face. At this point, the kids know too well they do not require the services of the Holy Ghost to be told its time to flee. She lands on the floor with a loud thud and wouldn't stand up, only to open her eyes six days later in the Intensive Care Unit of an hospital ward. The cardiac monitor beeps as she returns to life. This time, the punches have mailed her in broken pieces into the waiting arms of crutches, casts and braces.
     Mama stares down at her wedding ring for several minutes, shifting her teary gaze from her finger into the empty eyes of her kids standing by her bedside. She then looks into your heartless eyes in her feebleness and say; every day I wake, its emptiness, why? Is this the gain for being a good house wife? 'For better, for worse' is what set me up. That's what got me here, that's what made me this. Your monthly cents hardly go towards paying the rent. I work like a bee to help you pay the bills. In recent years, you haven't spent time with the kids, and when you come home, its always with your fist. I reverence and call you the sweetheart you don’t deserve, when what you should be tagged is the bitter anus that you truly are. If my loyalty deserves a reward, I think I’m years past paid, and now; my verdict is finally made… I've seen hell countless times, cheated death several times, and at this moment; I've been abused for the last time!



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wiegraf:
give this man a medal

LucemFerre:
Buy 1 carton of dudu-osun for prevention against germs and bags of pure water don't use well water prevention against tape worm, download better mojo... Bros and Service yourself all you want... Fasting and prayers no dey cure konji... If not the next time you sneeze na sperm go comot some time later if you dey cry, your tears go thick (water+sperm)... Next you go just start to dey smell yam water from no where (catarrh + sperm).

Help yourself o... If God no want make you do soapy him for no allow konji torment you.

You must be the funniest person I ever met online

@ puntersmind

Name: AJAYI AYODEJI O.

Mail: silverdammy@gmail.com

Phone no: 08060981479

GI: GI-LAG-IFA-01708

THANKS IN ANTICIPATION

[quote author=Ilovenigeria post=28379952]I fear shy guys ooo. He was always shy whenever he sees me. He couldn't even walk up to me or say hi. Any time he sees me he will smile and dodge.

Omo... I decided to test my wooing skills on him ooo. I collected his number and invited him to my house, he agreed.

Before the day he came to my house, I have already told all my neighbours that I got one small shy boy that runs away whenever he sees me. In fact I bragged that i will make him my school son and they warned me that no man is small ooo.

The day he came, I offered him food and soft drink. This shy guy finished the food and fvcked the living daylight out of me chineke!!!!!! I don't even know how it happened.

I opened my door and to my surprise....my neighbours....... oooooohh they ......... oooooooh.


I was mocked and laughed at. [/quote

Mehn, ur name shld be Mrs Lieanus...u bi guru

safarigirl:
1. Domitilla: the baddest ashawos ever liveth. Eucharia Anunobi, Victoria Inyama, Sandra Achums, Ann Njemanze, Bimbo Akintola...those were the days. They showed us in that movie say true true, ashawo na work

2. Most Wanted: I don't think i've seen another movie where the criminals were an all-women gang. Perfect acting from Ayo Adesanya, Bimbo Akintola, Regina Askia and Genevieve (this is the first movie I saw her in) can't forget the scene where they went to rob a fuel station and the way they played Segun Arinze mugu

3. Mr and Mrs: God Bless Nse-Ikpe Etim, she made this movie. Articulate, precise, passionate. Best part was when she confronted Joseph Benjamin's side chick...."i'm his wife, the mother of his kids, the love of his life and the woman who warms his bed, now who are you?" she killed me there.

4. Full Moon: the soundtrack of his movie, I can't forget. Another Regina Askia classic. She was a child of the full moon, whenever it came out, she had the power to turn people to statues. Remember the part where she turned her abusive dad to a statue when he was chasing her to beat her up.


5. Festival of Fire: Oh the days of Regina Askia, Saint Obi and KOK. Can't forget the scene where Saint Obi (the eze nmuo) and Regina Askia (Rev Sister) found out they were estranged twins. Watched it again recently, can never get over that movie

6. State of Emergency: JT Tom-West (RIP) made this movie bad-asss, his role was just on point. I always love the bad guys...can't forget the scene where a bomb was delivered to the school of the President's daughter wrapped in a gift wrapper and Saint Obi went James Bond on us to prevent the explosion

7. Magun: chai! If not for that movie, I won't even remember Uche Osotule...that movie is just impossible to forget though I was 11 when I saw it.

8. Tears in Heaven: I take style cry for this film sha. I remember Grace Amah and Susan Patrick from it, twas sad how their eldest sister died of cancer after all she sacrificed for her 3 siblings and then the turn around by the two rebels. What I love most were the songs. My best:

"I wan tell you something about wetin God dey do o
I wan tell you say, I have the love of God
Na him dey make me happy, na him dey make me jolly, na him dey make me sing egwu chineke...."

9. Controversy: My all time favourite Onyeka Onwenu movie. The mad woman who was impregnated by a ritualist and has twin boys, Charles Okafor and one other guy I used to love, don't remember his name anymore. She went through heaven and hell for them only for the other dude to get married and abandon her. Funny enough the most memorable part of the movie had nothing to do with the main characters. Remember the chief priest who went mad after the fatal abortion and kept singing:

"Ugo, shave me, shave me o, shave me
Nne gi, shave me, shave me o, shave me"

That's all folks ! . Sorry for any errors

Mehn, u bi guru for films ooo

Idowuogbo: Eeeeem... So far.. Yea! Bedt, some short brudahs wiv small feet dey carry certain things o! I remember wan wey I c, hin own fat like yam. As I sight d thing, omo I para strx. i''m like "dude dat shyte ain't entering any hole in my body. I refuse to die young.

u gat me laughting & peeing over here..u damn too funny

can some1 pls tell me who dis pple are..?

homesteady: Look at the old men and women that got the scholarship LOL
Good one fayemi!

still wondering how old those men must be...