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1) The Bombshell Blonde, Marylin Monroe. Because her voice, grace and demeanor is so cool and gentle. She seemed to be a phleg. I love quiet ladies. 2) ScaJoe. Scarlett Johansson because she's beautiful and blonde and very talented. Black widow to the world.
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LeeSantos:Thanks for your response sir. I know nairaland to be a place where one can get huge wealth of knowledge with the availability of many experts. I want to gather everything I can online before proceeding to a physical farm. Tha ks for your cautionary advice I'll be careful. |
Thanks for the reply sir. What size should I rear them to and what pond do you think is best? |
My location is Ekiti sir |
Good morning Great Farmers and Nairalanders. I'm a fresh graduate looking to start life with a business in catfish. I've got a budget of 1.5million naira and I need your advise on how to go about it. Please could well meaning farmers be kind to give me a break down of the costs for rearing fishes for four months until smoking size. I'd like to add that I've budget five hundred thousand naira for the smoking machine and as such I'd be left with 1million for the pond, well, fishes, feed and miscellaneous. Please, how much can 1 million naira do for me after factoring in the aforementioned cost? In essence, how many fishes can I stock after deducting the costs of constructing a pond? Please which is cheaper or more effecient? A earthen pond or a concrete pond? Thanks as you respond |
Good morning Great Farmers and Nairalanders. I'm a fresh graduate looking to start life with a business in catfish. I've got a budget of 1.5million naira and I need your advise on how to go about it. Please could well meaning farmers be kind to give me a break down of the costs for rearing fishes for four months until smoking size. I'd like to add that I've budget five hundred thousand naira for the smoking machine and as such I'd be left with 1million for the pond, well, fishes, feed and miscellaneous. Please, how much can 1 million naira do for me after factoring in the aforementioned cost? In essence, how many fishes can I stock after deducting the costs of constructing a pond? Please which is cheaper or more effecient? A earthen pond or a concrete pond? Thanks as you respond |
Good morning Great Farmers and Nairalanders. I'm a fresh graduate looking to start life with a business in catfish. I've got a budget of 1.5million naira and I need your advise on how to go about it. Please could well meaning farmers be kind to give me a break down of the costs for rearing fishes for four months until smoking size. I'd like to add that I've budget five hundred thousand naira for the smoking machine and as such I'd be left with 1million for the pond, well, fishes, feed and miscellaneous. Please, how much can 1 million naira do for me after factoring in the aforementioned cost? In essence, how many fishes can I stock after deducting the costs of constructing a pond? Please which is cheaper or more effecient? A earthen pond or a concrete pond? Thanks as you respond. |
Ochiban:Yes. Desensitization follows. Objectification of women and then a ravaged self-esteem. In subsequent articles I will discuss this. This thread will help victims cure their addictions. Just as I did |
The right people will benefit eventually |
reqaxv:Congratulations on quitting PMO. God's grace, Fortitude, discipline, all must be combined to fight this strangling python. One must employ all options. You can share specifically how you ended your addiction. The steps and precautions. It would be welcomed. |
youngest85:Have you ever met someone who quit an addiction? You must know one. Then you must know it is possible. |
Offpoint:The intention is to make people(victims) relate with the situation painted in the text. That way of can be more helpful. Thanks |
ekwerendi:Thank you. Stay tuned for more tips |
Last week you committed the act again. After you changed your soiled sheets and underpants, you clasped both hands and closed your eyes tight, vowing to your maker—“Dear GOD I promise not to do this again.” You told him that that was the last time, you were done, finished, you wouldn’t ever look it up again. You started to abstain, you prayed, you buried yourself in activities, you even stopped subscription for a while. Your confidence was returning, you were pretty sure you had kicked the habit. Then, one night. You are alone on your bed watching funny clips on Youtube, out pops the browser display. You stop dead in your tracks, your eyes boring into the luscious, scantily dressed image, the familiar feeling of electricity racing through your body returns, as your heart begins to thump against the wall of your chest. You remember the promise you made, and it makes your heart race even more. But the image is alluring and oddly magnetic. Your index finger takes flight, journeying to meet the display, you try to retract it but can’t seem to stop it, it has a mind on its own now, yet deep down you wish it wouldn’t stop, you wish it would take somewhere, to something, like none you’ve ever seen before. You console yourself, “just a quick peek and I am out, just a little peek, nothing else.” You’ve clicked it now, the world around you has faded out, you are lost in the overwhelming carrousel of licentious videos, and for a moment nothing seems to matter, just your fix. You click next, then next again, now you are in the search bar, typing out your favorite fantasy. On seeing this, your pulse rate escalates, you begin the ritual you swore never to reenact; handling your nether regions. Now the act has crescendoed, the world comes crashing back on you with the familiar feeling of disgust and weakness and you wonder where your self-control went. You begin the post-pornography viewing routine, again; you clear your browser history, change your sheet and shorts, put your hands together and say again ‘Dear GOD…” We are all too familiar with the routine vividly described above. I, for one, have been in such sickening and seemingly helpless position so many times, I’ve lost count. Above is the description of the motions a pornographic addict goes through before and during the act. It shows the panoply of stages leading up to a porn addict’s temptation. I call it temptation because 60% of men who use pornography are compulsively tempted. But I’m here to tell you that you can break free of the stifling hold of pornography and lead a purposeful and meaning life. Al life where you are not controlled by your addictive impulses. A life where the ever present feeling of guilt and self- loathing doesn’t exist. This thread contains a series of articles that is set to help you with all the information you need to quit your pornographic and masturbation addition and lead an emotionally balanced life. To be continued. Stay tuned... |
The audience is clapping. As you climb the stairs, you place your leg, firmly, slowly, one step at a time, because you feel at any moment, you would slip and fall. Somehow, you miraculously make it through the steps and now you are walking across, to the center of the stage, where you are to deliver your speech. They are seated now, the audience, waiting quietly for you to begin, but you, your mind; its hyperactive and racing, the thumping in your chest is so loud you know the person at the far end exit could hear you. You stop at the center of the stage, but your legs don’t, they tremble, making you press the balls of your feet hard against the elevated stage. They stop to quake for a bit, as if hearing your plight as you force them into a tense stationary strain. But, the beads of sweat on your temple have collected now, and begin to dribble down your face in pools. You dab at them furiously, the audience’s gaze riveted on you. Best not to keep them waiting now. You try to speak, but you can’t seem to remember your rehearsed speech; it’s all blank. As you try frantically to recollect, your legs notice the pickle you are in, they break free of the strain you impose, and begin to shake ever so fiercely, like the wings of a buzzing bee. The audience now is part frowning, part sympathetic. You try to blurt out something, anything, but it comes out in short, incoherent quaking bursts. Your heart is palpitating, your legs trembling, your voice breaking. You rattle off what little your foggy, empty brain could muster and dash off the stage amidst sneers and boos from the audience, swearing never to broach the topic of public speaking or touch a microphone on a stage with a ten-foot pole, ever. Does this sound like you? Have you ever had such horrific and humiliating experience standing frozen like a deer in headlights in front of an audience? Well, I have and I can tell you, it was sickening, to say the least. If this sounds like you, RELAX and LISTEN! This article, is the first in a series that is bent, on not only helping you dispel stage fright, but in showing you the intricate skills of preparing a killer presentation, holding your audience’s attention and having them glued to their seats until the end of your presentation. Stay tuned to this thread as I walk you through the easy route of public speaking. To be continued... |
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