jaelz:
So I met this girl sometime back in March in Abuja she was very beautiful and was working in a spa back then, I approached her and collected her number after which she never picked my calls or replied my chats after I tried contacting her afterwards.

Fast-forward to last two weeks she contacted me out of the blues that she was sick, didn't have transport fare to work, she was broke and didn't have any money for food as she hasn't eaten in a days.

I got dressed and meet her in the location she gave me and bought her some little foodstuff and provisions then gave her 3k to hold for transportation to work until they pay her at work.

Guys could you believe that this girl blocked and deleted my number the next day? I tried calling and she it was telling me busy till I used another phone to call it and it went through, I asked her why she did that after I revealed my identity and she couldn't say a word she was just mute on the phone for about 30 seconds till I cut off the call.

I am still so shocked as to why some women behave they way they behave atimes.

It's because you gave her only 3k. She has concluded that you're either broke or stingy.

Also, it's a scamming scope used by ladies.

First of all, wash your prick if you haven't.

Next, convince the babe that you'd give her 10k if she'd agree to HIV and HBV test. These are the main tests you need to do.

If it's negative, then go your way, and sin no more.

While if it's positive, see a doctor asap to help you begin your course of Post Exposure Prophylaxis (for HIV).

Meanwhile, if the babe no gree for 10k, you will need to persuade her by upping your game. Be friendly to her o, so that she go consider to reason your matter.

On the other hand, if she no gree then you're on your own.

Seakay:
Codedly advertising herself. Heheh... Don't worry my dear, Love will find you IJN.

You have spoken kindly... God bless you

And I pray God grants her heart desire.

Nwatachoba1:


Honestly

I remember paying for tuition fees and acceptance fees and all for someone that I love so much,she enter school con leave me came back and broke up with me, tried begging but she turned deaf... I just moved on, deleted her number but she do call sometimes to check up on me... but I have never for once reminded her of my help or ask her to pay me back....

My guy, if you're doing good for them and f**king them at the same time, just consider that you're most likely already reaping your reward with your deeq because they are many times going to disappoint you.

Lol... This one na talk. Women can lie afta chopping your money.

MC take heart... lol

Mmadu2:
I bought a smart TV and everyone knows how costly a smart TV is these days. I have good relationship with my next door neighbor but though he's a very nice guy but he has a flaw which is that he lies a lot. He's single.

He had a small get together in his mini flat so he begged to use my sitting room cos its bigger. I let him and went about my job.

I rarely watch my TV cos I'm very busy with work and come back late tired, eat, shower, browse and sleep. So it was only a week later that I finally got the chance to switch on my TV and behold its damaged and can't display anymore. I never allowed anyone in my sitting room except the day my neighbor used it which is a week ago. I also live alone for a month now and never had visitors of any kind.

I'm filled with madness but don't know exactly how to confront him since he codedly never told me. My main worry is that he will outrightly lie and deny it even if I confront him.

What would you do in my situation??

It might not be him; he may not even be aware of the damaged TV. It is possible that of the guests might have accidentally damaged it.

Gloriouspraise:
I am having insomnia and getting brain zaps due to anti depressant given to me by a doctor , I sleep just 2 hours at night , and whenever I try to nap in the afternoon, it’s as if my brain is stopping me from that

I really don’t know what to do at this moment , as I am scared of going to the hospital

I think you should endure the withdrawal symptoms and get through the entire process after which I advise that you never use anti-depressants again.

Don't fail to be praying for your head and mind o, cos you really need prayers at this point.

When I was little, I slid on a banana peel and fractured my arm. I remember I had POP and sling over my arm for some time.

On a second occasion, I was playing daddy and mommy drama with my childhood friend, and she was piggy-backing me when we both fell and I broke my arm again (can't remember whether it was the same arm or the other one). I had POP again for a while, it seems I also remember red mud and pepper rubbed on my arm.

But the main one I will hardly forget was in JSS1 when my classmate went for my leg rather than the ball. My left knee got dislocated and I was left in real pains. I could neither move around nor go to school. My parents opted for traditional bone treatment. So my first mission to the expert was on the Nkwor market day of my village. We met this old man who did the massaging: I cried my eyes out because it was so painful. My voice nearly go. So after treatment, we returned to PH and watched out for improvement for some time; but I no see much. Then, my father decided on a second visit to the village bone healers on a different market day. This time, we met a different person - a young man. My heart sank when he said that the old man didn't do anything. Before I knew it, he called some able-bodied young men to restrain me by seizing my two hands and two legs. When I saw the situation, the leg wey no good begin fyn where im go run go. The restrainers pulled my left leg straight, while this huge guy pounced down on my knee with all the might of his upper body. I screamed and the entire market stood still: then I saw my ancestors begin to pass by one-by-one. There was no more energy left in me to cry. At this point, they applied the usual red mud and pepper paste all over the leg after which me and my dad returned home.

The truth is that I don't know how I managed to survive that day, but not too long after that I was able to use my leg perfectly again.

Sorry about your loss op.

I have experienced hypnosis too; twice, I believe. The details of the first are too sensitive, so I'll only share the second in details.

However, the first one happened when I was a banker, and it was very costly. But God delivered me from the fire and pressure that followed, because I don't know how else I would have come out of it. This is why I will always advise bankers to always be on high alert, never be in a hurry, and if you ever feel strange while and whenever attend to a customer, stop and gather yourself. Although, I know it's very difficult to break hypnosis once it has started, and one strange thing is that it could run for a number of days sometimes until the hypnotist's goal is achieved.

My second encounter with hypnosis should be a lesson for young people to make positive lifestyle changes that will help them avoid tragedy, sorrow, and loss. It happened earlier this year, I think in the month of April. I had been depressed because of the course my life had taken so from the previous year, developed a new way to temporary solace - hanging out, alcohol, and run girls. I'd rent a hotel room and hire a girl for the night. Soon, I decide to increase the level of fun; I tried threesomes and it was awesome. But then I felt that the best part was f**king multiple girls on a single night, so to increase pleasure, I reduced my expenses on rooms by paying for only short rest and then channeled the balance to paying for more girls.

So on this fateful night in April I was sitting out at my regular bar somewhere in the eastern part of Lagos, when I saw these two runs girls come around. One was a smallish lepa, while the other was a thick biggie - both looked good for food (lafs, just kidding). So, I approached them, and discussed with the smallie because I was more interested in her. However, while going to the venue with the smallie the biggie followed us, prompting me to invite her to join the fun and let's do a 'trio-thing'; but she declined, so I kuku no reason am. She said she will be waiting for the smallie at the hotel bar, so that they can reunite easily; I saw no red flag in that, so I no still reason am.

As usual, I went ahead and knacked the smallie, nothing special. So after the deed, I went into the bathroom to safely dispose the CD (very important) and wash my instrument. When I came out, the smallie seemed to subtly be in a hurry for me to settle her so she can go, but something made me to be deliberately slow to do that (security tip: it's not ideal for the girl to leave before you or to stay behind in a room you booked after you leave): so I took my time, and when I was almost fully dressed and confirmed that all my pocket items were intact, I then settled her. So she left the room before me, but I ensured that I was only a few seconds in her trail.

After I left the room, while descending from a short step, I felt naked and realised that I wasn't wearing any boxers. Quickly, I rushed back to the room and confirmed that I didn't leave my boxers anywhere in the room. So I quickly rushed to the gate and asked the security which way the girls went, and he pointed me in the direction saying they hadn't gone far. Then I looked down the main tarred road and saw the girls desperately trying to wave down bike; na so I pursue them. When I met them, I calmly explained that my boxers was missing, and politely requested to search their bags - na that time the biggie turn to lion. Insult upon insult plus belligerence, yet I remained undaunted and stuck to my single request - "Please, let me search your bag for my boxers". At some point, I held the bag carefully but firmly, na so the biggie bite me for hand seriously: it was painful, but I was too focussed to let myself react by hitting her - my hand was now bleeding from the bite.

At some point we crossed to the opposite lane of the road and continued to argue over the bag, and this attracted people's attention. This was now in front of a different hotel, and a small crowd gathered around us and were trying to settle things. Women from the crowd were supporting the girls and cursing me, while guys from the crowd were more objective. So when I realised that the guys had engaged the girls I quickly used the opportunity to rush back to the hotel room and re-confirm that my boxers weren't there; and they were not. So, I quickly reinforced my decision to demand for a search of their bags. However, as I crossed the road while returning to the scene, light from oncoming vehicles shone on something that looked like my boxers on the ground just a few meters from the crowd. I moved closer to inspect it, and lo, it was my boxers. Just in a flash, my calm demand transformed to brutal anger which I began to unleash by rushing the biggie with a sweet flying kick as revenge for my hand wey dey pepper me. Next, I returned and picked my boxers, put it in my pocket, and pursued the smallie. She ran into the nearby hotel parking lot where I caught her and quickly turned her into a punching bag, landing quite a number before salvation came her way.

In order to break the beating, the guys held me down in such a way that the more I struggled, the weaker I got. Then I knew it was time to quickly disappear from the scene before the full host of the devil would descend. Hence, I confirmed my inventory again, thanked and prayed blessings for the guys, but swore for the women for supporting such evil girls. Next, I got on a cab to go and resume my night shift duty at work. It was getting to 10pm. The whole thing seemed like a big joke that I fell into the hands of yahoo girls. But I really thank God for delivering me, despite my sinfulness. Since that day, my appetite for p***y-mongering reduced by over 90%.

Being a bit experienced when it comes to identifying the works of darkness, I realised that there was some hypnosis between the time of sex and the payment. The spell broke while I was descending the steps, this made me immediately notice that I was naked inside. Normally, whenever I carry olosho, I try to be as alert as possible, but I must acknowledge that no be my alertness save me for this situation. The thing make me re-think my life sha, and I'm just praying that God will give me a good wife; I will love her, and respect her, because out there is really dangerous.

jabolo:


Bingo! You were subliminally placed in a suggestible mode. I can do this easily too if I ever visit your shop. Nothing like jazz.

So, how so it could have worked ...

1. You were pre-selected.
Uncle had 'scoped 'all the shops looking for cues as to how suggestible the sellers were. It seems your neighboring shops are full of people that will welcome you into their shops, arms crossed saying "yes, wetin u want?". You, on the other hand will probably smile and say "Oga, come in", eager for business.

2. Appearance
With his dressing, he cultivated an image of authority and honesty which lowered your guard further.

3. Subliminal Messages
The screen-saver probably had a subliminal message that your brain picked up but you would not conciously interpret. It could be something like an image flashing for 1/100th of a second saying "Trust me, Trust me, Trust me". If I was doing this, I will learn your route home and place posters with messages about trust, integrity etc. If I was to wear a yellow shirt on the day, I could even send you a series of text messages before (if you had a mobile phone number on your signboard) with random messages about yellow shirts. There are many ways to skin this cat.

Now that you know, you can mentally train your concious to overcome the sub-concious bias. It's not a matter of pride to learn you could be suggestible, just practice self awareness with customers. Be nice but skeptical.

Good day.

This your arrogance sha; you neva see anything.

Elliot2:
Don't take it! Look, a lot is happening in this world. It is not as ordinary as most think. Even though I am a very sinful person, I still have a small gift of dream. I actually dreamt of the end time some four years ago. I felt the urgency that it was close. And again, earlier this year I had another end time dream where it was shown that this vaccine is the devil's mark. Look, the Bible said that this world would end in like manner as was Noah's time. Which would mean that the devil will want to change humans DNA as he did with the people during Noah's time by sleeping with humans with his fallen angels which resulted in the birth of the nephilims. Devil is trying to mix his DNA with humans through this nRMA vaccines. The end of the world is very close, and if we should follow the timelines, remember Israel got her independence in 1948, and today she is 73yrs. And the Bible said that the generation of those that would see Israel as a nation will not pass before Jesus comes back. And Biblically, a generation is 70-80. And now that Israel is 73yrs, the grace period was likely the 3yrs we have already spent, and this remaining 7yrs years may likely be the time for the Antichrist and the beast.
Pharmakia-according to the Bible would decieve the whole world, and truly, you can see them deceiving the world with the vaccine.

Hello Elliot,
Please can you chat me on WhatsApp? Here is my number 08039655290.
Thank you

Stankovic22:
Good evening nairalanders!

This is what happened. A friend of mine who is like a brother to me and has impacted my life positively in every way bought a new car. We work together and live in the same neighborhood so we go-to work together.

It happens that I do sit in front with him always while the third guy stays at the back. So today, on our way back from work, the wife called for him to come pick her and when we got close and stuck in traffic, I decided to vacate the front seat and move to join the other guy at the back but while trying to go my friend was like guy where u dey go... I say I wan create space for Iyawo and he was like Wetin dey worry u, sit down jor but I insisted and went to the back.

So when we beat the traffic and picked up the wife she was like why is the front seat vacant and my friend said... He left the seat for u... The wife was like, please its wrong, that I shouldn't have left.

I was like its your space and I felt it was the right thing to do, to join my other guy at the back before we get to you.

People was I wrong to have vacated the seat?

You have done well my friend; exactly what our lord Jesus asked us to do.

Hmmm.... mumuness.

Lol... It's like you're from the north.

Op... Just do DNA when she born.

But whether it's your child or not I think the (ogbanje) babe will make you regret your life if you dare marry her.

I think it looks more like a hippo than a pig.

Here are my suggestions which I advise you to keep to for the next six months to one year:

1.) Avoid sex, masturbation, and any form of sexual arousal for a long time;

2.) Don't think about your condition;

3.) If you have any STI, then treat it;

4.) Your main diet should be fruits and vegetables;

5.) You can use suppliments, but stay away from sex;

6.) Use good boxers that keep your balls a bit away from your body heat;

7.) Take on a light exercise regime for your heart's health: no good heart, no good erection;

8.) Again, stay away from sex. Your body will let you know when it has good sperm again, and;

9.) Pray fervently for a change.

Don't be afraid. This will work.

ijoba222:


omo it might be scabies oo because it itches sometimes , any idea of what I can use to treat it please like an ointment or something, but I thought scabies only affected the pubic region ni

If it's scabies, then it should itch you mostly at night when you are at rest and probably asleep.

The treatment for scabies is 5% Permethrin; about 5k for the tube.

Can't find what to tell you, but one thing I'm certain of is that you are about going down the wrong path.

Many have learned the hard way. Don't forget Psalm 14:1.

You don't have to be a saint, but denying the power of God becomes a different thing altogether.

AchalugoNwa:
Osinbajo is a vagabond bribe eating scumbag fake pasta
Thunder scatter him.
Thunder scatter malami
Buhari is a terrorist
Apc is bokoharam

Please take note that this individual is not an Igbo person. He is paid to do this job - to sow discord and hatred among Igbos and Yorubas. There are so many accounts like this run by the same group of people, and I wonder why Nairaland is doing nothing about them.

ZaRuleOfLaw:


have you tried copy trading or subscribing to traders who will give you signal? I heard some charge from $50 and above monthly.

I don't do copy trading because I feel it won't be sustainable on the long run. While my experience with subscription hasn't been good either.

Bbtyss:
Yeah

Bros, please explain what you mean by 'Yeah'

ZaRuleOfLaw:

Are you saying that you've lost 4million naira?

Yes, that's my net profit/loss since I started in 2018.

I mean -N4M

I have been trading forex for about 3 years and 4 months now; I know so much but I have been in a net negative of over N4M.

Please NLers, is anyone out there making money with forex as their major source of income, or am I just a dreamer wasting all my time and money chasing what doesn't exist?

Please share your experience so that a brother can be guided?

Thank you.

Iovercame:
This is a lil story about my 7 years deep addiction to sport bet and in this 7 years I lost everything when I mean everything

and I beg you in whatever you hold dear, I beg you in your mother's name, I beg you in your child's innocent life, I beg you in whichever God you pray too if you're in sport bet or about to start or no matter how far you have gone you can still stop so you don't lose everything like I did before I got my salvation

I was 18 in 2014 and I had just finished from secondary school and Because I loved football so much anything about football intrigued me

I remember writing my jamb and came out in flying colors (260) and I was to proceed to take my post utme when I first found and heard about sport betting

Then it was Rapido I think and Nairabet. It started as fun, just wanting to waste that 100 in excitement of what you loved and I remembered my first winning of 14k ( I wished I never won that)

That 14k I won hooked me in till February of this year and because my close knit friends knew I won that 14k and my love for football they always asked me to "forcast" games for them

I was so hooked to sport bet that my spiritual life suffered because I stopped thinking about God all I wanted was to win that imaginary millions

I remember passing my utme and Mom was happy I passed my utme as all she wanted was for me to have a quality education

Unfortunately life happened and I couldn't proceed to school again as there was no sponsor so I had to get a job in apapa wharf

I was the quiet type, I never drank or smoked or womanize , I don't even talk much unless in my line of duty but all I did was sport bet. I was paid 85k per month because my job was high risk but before I get my salary I would have used it all on sport bet

One thing I never did was steal or lie or use someone's else's money to play sport bet but I was so addicted to this demon called sport bet

From 2016 when I started working in apapa wharf till we were made to stop working because of the pandemic last year I Lost everything I had and worked for due to sport bet

I always dressed well, even till date I still dress well with neat and good cloths so you never know but in between those clothes I was suffering, I was crying each day because I knew I was wasting away

I have never taken cocaine or no the effect it has on those addicted to it but I can tell you nothing beats that of sports bet

I would cry after each lose and say no more but the moment I got another money I was in it again

The bet9ja guy in my neighborhood could allow me play games up to 100k because he knows I would pay him when I get my salary. Each night I prayed and cried to stop this but I was never able to

I rather play sport bet than eat, I knew I was destroying my life but I couldn't stop

I was a good guy, a loyal guy, my boss loved me because I was hard working so he dashes me money but I never saved any, all I did was sport bet

I remember after the first week the pandemic was eased I went to him and told him I had a problem and he asked what's the problem and I told him you are like a father to me so I feel comfortable telling you this( I thought after 4 year's a loyal worker can see a boss as a father), I need help because I'm addicted to sport bet. Then he asked me questions upon questions and I was sincere to each of his questions and he asked me if I had any savings left I told him no that sport bet took everything, he asked if I have ever stolen from him I told him if I did Mr shonibare the auditor would have known but after that he changed drastically

It was after that incident of me telling him I needed help I lost my job.

I was told because of the effect of the pandemic I had to stop coming that I would be called back but it's More than a year I haven't been called but I blame me telling him I was addicted to sport bet

All I wanted was just help

Then I had no job again and had a mouth to feed so I decided to start working as a labourer or doing any menial Job just to survive ( one thing about me was I was hard working and never derelict in my work or hustle) but guess what I never stopped playing sport bet because I wanted that imaginary millions

I would be paid 1500 as a labourer and 1000 would surely go to sport bet that same day and I would eat with 500 and I didn't win

No one knew I was in bondage, no one knew I lost my job because each morning I would dress neat and go do labourer and come home neat like I was coming from apapa, no one knew I was dying slowly due to my addiction

I can't begin to mention in naira how much I lost but thank God today made it 4 months I last played sport bet and I remembered how I stopped

It was a game I was suppose to win 1.8M with a stake of 1500 which was my last money and Liverpool vs Fulham was the last game and I staked it over 1.5 goals and I was excited because Fulham scored in the first half and I said at Last I finally won today and would get a car to do Uber and stop this finally but guess what it ended 1-0 and oh I cried, I cried aloud, I cried and yelled and gnashed my teeth like a woman crying to bring forth a child or like when Mom died, I cried so loud my tenants came and I told them my brother died but that day was my day of salvation

I cried so much ehh and In my tears i prayed to my mother this time around to come and deliver me as I was overwhelmed and needed help and I slept hungry that day because I had no money and I had used my last money to bet and in my dream I remembered I was choking so I vomited I think 50k and a palatable food and in the dream I wanted to take the money and food to eat but I had a voice. Oh I had that voice I hadn't heard for years and she called me my native name that only she did and I looked up and I saw my Mom from afar and she said don't touch it and go back now, but I said to her I was broke and hungry and she said do you want to touch or carry back your vomit? And I said no and she said now go back and I turned and Immediately I woke up I knew I had won but I knew I still had to play my own part to win finally

I went out from all the telegram betting group I belonged too, deactivated my nairaland account because I was always in the bet section, deactivated all of my bet site account

I remembered I didn't play for 3 days and I had 3k saved for the first time in months and I got on Twitter and I saw a guy saying a game is sure and the devil wanted to play with my mind but guess what that same day I had to sale my phone so I don't think or see anything about football , I packed up my DStv and TV not to watch football and see the advert of any sport betting company and for the first time in almost 7 years I went a week without sport bet WOW I was happy. the following week passed and another and another and the money I sold my phone with I didn't touch it, I had saved like 15k from my working as a menial labourer and I got another phone and I thought I was gonna fall but this morning Made it 6 weeks that I got a new phone and I haven't played or logged in to any betting site thank you Jesus

Last night I had to go to Instagram because I was feeling sad because of everything I had lost and i saw my best friend picture, I felt so sad, I cried my eyes because we are Miles apart, he doesn't call or text again and I understand I was useless, I was the brilliant one that fell, I was the lil innocent quiet handsome one that lost his easy due to sport bet

He looked so good and I blamed my self for everything but I'm in the road to recovery

Sport bet Made me lose my job, my mom, my peace, all of my savings, my friends because I couldn't compete with them financially as I was always broke but thank God today I have a New beginning and a fresh start. I know things are so hard right now but I feel like a fresh Man, a Man born again, a Man like a new born. It's almost or More than 90 days now since i last played sport bet and oh I have peace, lol I have such peace, yes occasionally when I don't have somewhere to work or when I'm lonely and think of where I should be I sigh but I say Thank you Jesus, thank you my savior

Please I beg you, sport bet would destroy you, sport bet would end you, sport bet would make you so useless, sport bet would would take everything from you, sport bet would make you lose everything you worked for, sport bet would make you become so isolated. Please stop now. I know it's hard, very hard I have been there but if I can do it I swear you can, I have lost 300k in a day before and the next day I had 2k and lost it again. Please sport bet is devilish and a destiny destroyer. You can't win them, Come out of nairaland for a while if you have too, come out of Twitter if you have too, anything that makes you think about it I'm begging you now please come out of it. Just like yesterday I was 18, now I'm 25, broke, lost everything but it's fine I would rise again. Don't be like me ok

Thank you and God bless us all for reading

It's ok... Thank God you're saved from the devilish obsession and addiction it creates.

At a point, I became addicted to football betting too, but something happened.

I had been playing for a while and didn't win anything, but what was really strange was the fact that one match would always spoil my bets. Initially, I would pay about 20 games for a single ticket, and 19 would sail through while one would fail; so , I reduced to about 15 games, and 14 would sail through while one would fail; so, I reduced to 10, but same thing; so I reduced to 5; then 3; and, then 2, but one game would always still spoil my tickets. Then, I began to suspect that there was a spiritual side to the whole betting thing.

Anyways, I still continued betting because I wanted to recover my losses and so fortunately for me, I capitilised of a certain *period* and won about N2.5M, but I was only able to cash about N1M and was denied the rest. I sha wanted to continue but my conscience started alerting me of danger ahead. So, I slowed down and said a sincere prayer to God; I told Him that if betting was a sin that He should let me know His heart on the matter, and I made a promise to follow His position on it.

On the night of January 17, 2017, I had a revelation in which the rapture took place, but I didn't rapture with the saints, instead I was running and hiding my face from God, and in the dream the reason my spirit couldn't let God see my face was the guilt that I was a gambler. I woke up from the revelation, thanked my God, prayed for forgiveness and determined not to play anymore. But one funny thing was that, apart from losing interest, I tried once to play again after a short while but was surprised to find out that my account had been blocked for no reason. I just jejely took it as God in further action and went my way.

Till this day, I thank God that I have never looked back.

God bless you!

Very true... I sincerely commend them!

It's a shame Seun of Nairaland has sold his platform to bigotic agents, who are hellbent on inciting division and disharmony among the southern people of Nigeria. How come every single topic has the very first few commenters spewing so much hate, tribalistic statements, and divisive statements. This has been consistent for some good time now. If the commenter is not prentending to be Yoruba and insulting Igbo people, he will be pretending to be Igbo and insulting Yourba people. Please, folks on Nairaland wake-up.

Shame on you Seun!

When Femi Adesina loses loved ones to this blood-sucking administration, maybe he will come to his senses.

Aeyah... Sorry dear.

It can be a really traumatic experience; I know cos I've been there before.

Lemme just summarize my story through this kind of journey.

At about 12:33pm on Friday, February 8, 2013, 1 was sitting frustrated in the Teachers' Staff Room of the secondary school I was teaching in. I had just been unjustly scolded by the school principal for flogging a student that had really misbehaved bad. Was looking at the ceiling and thinking about my life when my phone rang - a call to resume at my new job on Monday! It was unbelievable; so I just went to the principal's office and told him I was leaving the job. I caught the next available bus to Lagos.

Training school was so funpacked! We were 54 trainees in my class; 18 guys, and 36 ladies, so each guy 'had two ladies to himself'... lol! I was attending classes from my uncle's house in VI, leaving early in the mornings and returning around 7pm in the evenings, for 65 days, until my first posting to a branch after Training School.

So, one day in May, as I returned from work and knocked on my uncle's door, my aunt (his wife) came rushing and opened the door. She had just woken up from her sleep and said she was rushing because she thought she had heard me crying from a trance that 'the job did not work out'. I didn't really understand, until I got to work the next day and realised that I had made a mistake the previous day which is capable of getting me sacked. So I called my mom and explained to her, and then she prayed and fasted for me and called me later to tell me that she saw herself in a vision rescue a little child who had fallen into a pit. It's a pity sha, our concierge got sacked for that mistake the following day. I pray God took care of her.

On July 1, 2013, I was reposted to a newly opened branch in PH, and for a while, we were just two Trainee Account Officers and my BM. There were many account opening requests, and even though I didn't have the experience of working as an Account Officer, it was my new role, so I had to learn and adapt quickly.

However, on August 13, 2013 unfortunately and unknowingly, one of the initial accounts I opened was that of a fraudster, which he used to commit his crimes. I had not done proper KYC on the account and so the guy just disappeared into thin air - he got the better of me because I was very naive of the 'commercial streets'.

I had to face a disciplinary panel for this on December 6, 2013; prior to facing the panel, I called my uncle to pray for me, which he did. So, while with the panel, I told them all the truth, and resigned to my fate; hoping my honesty would at least purchase me leniency - but little did I know....

One month later, on January 7, 2014, I woke up from a dream early in the morning. In that dream I was wearing my suit, but half-naked cos I was without the trousers, and I was in a lot of smelly faeces and quagmire in the dream before I woke up. I went to work, and it was just a normal work day like any other. However, something strange happened just before the close of business; I noticed that I couldn't log on in my desktop. I just thought it was mere network issues that would correct after a while. But a while later, my Acting BM invited me into his office for a 'brief' discussion. He asked me if I was having issues logging on, and I answered in the affirmative, and then he broke the sad news to me that I had just been fired, and that's why I couldn't log on, also the confirmatory mail had been sent to him. I stood there shocked! Never saw such a harsh judgement; for God's sake I was just 11 months on the job and made the mistake at about my first month working at the branch without adequate senior guidance. Walking out of the branch that evening, I was depressed, and ashamed; I just turned around and stared at my desk across the hall for one last time - an hour ago, I never realised that I would never be sitting there anymore.

My journey home was normally a 10 minutes walk, but walking home that day took me over an hour, even though I didn't make any stops. I called my main BM who was then on leave; he seemed to already know about the decision. At this point, I was 26 years, had only about N70k plus 200USD savings - my pay was still in the process of upgrade when all this happened, so I never got to enjoy the main financial benefits.

For two days, I just lay down on my bed and couldn't get myself to tell anyone that I had been sacked. But I knew the questions would soon be coming as to why I was not going to work anymore, so I put myself together and one-by-one called all my loved ones and disclosed what had happened. First, I told my cousin, in whose house I was staying, then my parents and siblings. My girlfriend was the last for me to tell, cos I really loved her and was afraid she would change her attitude towards me. It saddened all of them, but then it was the beginning of my re-birth.

Of all those I told, I will only share how I broke the news to my gf.
I called her on the phone because she was in Lagos then. So I asked her, "Do you really love me?" And she said yes, and assured me that she did after I asked her again. I asked her, "If I don't have money any more, would you still love me?" And she said yes, and asked why I was sounding that way; so I told her it's because I had just lost my job. She seemed to be in disbelief.
However, over time her attitude changed; she became less respectful, began to play with my emotions, and do other things she never used to.

I will stop here sha, but if i get enough likes I will take it as a request to continue.

Thank you for reading my epistle!

Anything could have caused his death... don't make it seem it is connected with his home town.

Vinnie2000:

I am from Delta State and we have diz tribes n dialects in bracket...

*Urhobo (Uvwie)
*Urhobo (Okpe)
*Urhobo(Ughievwen)
*Urhobo(Ughelli/Abraka dialect..it's called Agbon or so)

*Ijaw (Igbe-ijoh/okerenkoko)
*Ijaw(Central, Bomadi/some Burutu towns e.g Ojobo, Okpokunou.. )
*Ijaw(Burutu e.g Ogulagha, Odimodi)

*Isoko

*Itsekiri

*Ika(Agbor pple)

*Ukwuani(Obiaruku n Umutu pple)

*Ndokwa (Kwale pple)

*Anioma(Asaba/Issele-ukwu pple)..It is this Group that is Closest to Igbo language because they re facing Onitsha in Anambra..

By the Way, who is d Guy in d first page misrepresenting Delta State??

If you are smart enough to understand that Uvwie, Okpe, and Ughievwen are all Urhobos of different clans, I don't see how you are not smart enough to understand that Ika, Ukwuani, Ndokwa, and Anioma are all Igbo clans. The Igbos have been largely politically unfortunate in Nigeria since the civil war hence brothers resort to self-denial and denying each other; but the truth still stands.

Go test Nigerian prison... it's a skeleton case for you for the rest of your life

All my borrow borrow don nearly reach -300k. Three of them really annoyed me including the last one in which there was this lady that was playing so nice to me and my gf. My mind told me she wanted to make a financial request, but I didn't see anything wrong in someone coming close and being nice if they needed future assistance (they might just be genuine people who need just that little assistance to get on their feet).

So few weeks later, she asked to be lent 50k for 2020 end-of-the-year chicken business with a promise to return the capital in 3 weeks time once she sold off her merchandise. However, I was broke and could only afford 30k, which she said would go a long way. So she got the money, did the business and decided to keep both profit and capital. At about the fourth week, I sent my gf to her, and she showed my gf 20k in her bank account and said she was expecting an inflow any moment so she wouldn't have to pay in bits. I gave her benefit of doubt...

Fastforward to now, I haven't received a kobo from her and she was even annoyed when I called her to express my displeasure.

Finally, I have written-off the debt sha, but she's the last person outside my nuclear family I will lend more than 5k; I have learnt from "friends" the hard way.