₦airaland Forum

legendsilver:
this is the more reason why Buhari deserves all the credit and praise. A president that knows the importance of continuity and strictly followed it from all cylinder. I can still remember how Gej murdered 7points agenda because he lacked the goodwill to implement what his oga yaradua started. So if Buhari is Continuing some good policies from the previous administration that was never implemented due to corruption from all the sectors engaged in financial theft, I see no reason why we as a nation can't give him our president all the praise for not neglecting the positive plans of the previous administration.
God bless our president who knew the importance of continuity and decided to tour through its path. PMB, three Gboza for you
Gboza! Gboza!! Gboza!!!

Gboza! Gboza!! Gboza!!! Tuale Baba!

dechriscool:
TSA was birth by Gej.This was a structural innovation to fight corruption.By extension subsequent administration will benefit from it.This is the sure way to fight corruption by creating strong institutions and structures and not vendettas,fighting political enemies through media corruption crusade.Ippis comes to mind.The numbers of ghost workers had reduced in federal parastatals thus saving more for the country.Gej administration were still studying the cons and pros of TSA.Bubu came on board and hijack it.Gej is meticulous in whatever he is doing thus can't implement TSA without a proper study of the process.So Baba zip it,we are yet to see your own innovations.Stop your tyrant and do the needfull.

So meticulous, he studied BH for 6yrs and still didn't conquer them? Studied 2nd Niger bridge for 4yrs and didn't start survey? Studied refineries for 6yrs, yet PMB stole his effort and got dem wrking under 9mnths? Studied East-West road for 6yrs and yet no road? Studied power for 6yrs, yet na under PMB d thing improve, with all d funds Obj spent why couldn't it improve under GEJ too?









Pls, I need dat Oshogbo weed, so I can develop such undaunted reasoning! There is ds Nairalander dat has his signature as "awon werey 100%"!

Flashh:
I spoke with the man (about the job contract), so he said he will get back to me as soon as he returns from travelling.

Tanx, Mr Flashh. Threading water.

Den wen ur wife gets tired again, wat r u gona do? Trust me, she will find anoda excuse to stress u.

Forget sentiments, dat angel mite be one in a life time!

Brewery waste needed urgently in Sango. Quote ur price in d comments. Asap. Tanx

GodpunishBuhari:
Stop lying and say you were abt purchasing it... haba

I don't do -my dick is bigger dan urs! We are in a virtual world, I can even decide not to make any comment, bt jst want to appreciate d op.

As it is, even oloshos dey fear!

jaybee3:
Be like say we go wait small sha cos the association of whitches and wizards don trigger his re-arrest so tey british govt wan squeeze him balls until he vomits all the alleged embezzled money

I no go mind follow you go oghara sha

Go Oghara go celebrate jailbird?

sdindan:
Take heart bro. God is ur strength.

U really do feel me. Terrible state of affairs.

jaybee3:
Dem talk say dey don release Ibori, na true my sista?

Released and re-arrested. Think he supposed to appear in court in June for new charges. Should get bailed.

What is d essence of conducting trials, when it is likely d supreme court is going to acquit and absolve them of any wrongdoing based on subjective technicalities??!

The Change is being derailed. Corruption is winning d fight.

I've had a sad heart since those judgements started getting pronounced, can't seem to loose it. Where is d assurance of justice without fear or favour?

CRIME DOES PAY!

ORACLE1975:
Next

Quoting from ur signature, its quite true dat, real logic makes no sense to girls, wailers n republicans.

As part of the craziness present in today's world:

1. Criminals are now hero worshipped and awarded.

2. Promiscuity is now d norm.

3. Homosexuality is no longer a taboo.

4. unclothedness is now fashion.

5. Killing of humans is now a pastime.

We can go on and on, on d debasing of human values.

But, now, in Naija, under d Change agenda; Justice is relative!

With all the judgements being handed down by d Supreme court in recent times;

These is one of those times I wish I had 'Shopona' as a god!

pyyxxaro:
Streets in Nigeria
And their funny names # Zomi Zomi street#

Nyama-Nyama road, Ganaja Village, Lokoja, Kogi State.

imaginethis:
Experience 1: “Joystick Enlargement pump”

Okay, so I know a lot of “marketers” will come for me on this one. But just like I stated earlier, I am only here to speak the truth and to tell my personal experiences...... and that is all that matters.

Well, the “Joystick Enlargement pump” simply put won't make your joystick any bigger at all but it can help to achieve an erection if you cannot do so on your own and if drugs such as viagra will not work for you. It can indeed damage your joystick permanently if you use it incorrectly.

I ordered one these pumps from abroad at a time when many Nigerian men didn't even know what it was and I used it in anticipation of the promises the marketers made. Each time I used the pump, I experienced a (visual) and temporary engorgement of my joystick due to the vacuum suction effect that draws out blood into the joystick by force. But that was all to it.

I used the “Joystick Enlargement pump” exactly as instructed religiously for an initial 3 months (and I mean every damn day!), and then for a further 3 months…… just to clear any doubts. But nothing happened. What did I get? frequent pains and bruising, blisters, numbness and the feeling of trapped semen. Thankfully, I did not get the permanent damage that I later heard that many men get as a result of the pump- including busted arteries, induced impotence…….

This pump is all over Nigeria now. If you are thinking of using it for joystick size increment, then it is a waste of money and potentially you could damage yourself. Better to have a small joystick than to have none at all.

What are your thoughts? Anybody with a similar or different experience?


Next- Experience number 2

Tanx, was abt recommending ds to a good friend.

BeardedMeat:
You are the one with unfortunately the illusion of knowledge. Where are the 1000 snipers? Where is the interim government? What moral justification does Obj have to take anybody to the cleaners seeing that unlike most leaders past and present, he Obj has the most opportunity to steer this country to the path of greatness haveing been a military and democratic president? What is buhary doing wrong that was not abound in OBJs led government? Must Obj dance to the gallery to score cheap political points? What happened to exploring mature other sources to give his criticism to the governmet of the day. Obj is a big black pot calling kettle black and he enjoys and courts controversy! He should just go and enjoy his loot in his old age and leave opposition to wailers pls!

Bro, a wailer can't be pining for d previous corrupt dispensation then turn around and accuse someone else of lacking moral justification to criticise PMB! Its d same thing Obj and millions around d world does! Hypocrisy!

With d kind of cash linked to Tompolo, u doubt dat pple were actually undergoing training as snipers?

With d Orubebe saga n (I heard with one ear dat it was Dambuazu dat drove Minimah(COAS then) out of d collation centre), how do u know interim govt wasn't on d table?

Firefire:
“The problem today is that it is doubtful if the current administrative system is imbued with right mix of skills and values to successfully implement a well-articulated programme of change.

He also averred that the country was on its way to another debt burden unless the rising debts were creatively addressed". - OBJ



OBJ, the pathfinder of APC now in doubt about the FAKE CHANGE, APC promised Nigerians.

The greatest enemy of knowledge is not ignorance, it is d illusion of knowledge.

That's ur signature right up there, and av been trying to ignore ur two-faced posts thereafter. How can u av that as ur signature and not av understand what Obj is after? Till now, u still believe Obj was wrong in criticising/abandoning d corrupt and ineffectual past administration? U still tink all d figures being stated as mis-appropriated are being cooked up? U really do tink d continuation of d last dispensation was d best for d country?

I've never liked Obj n Tinubu(both are corrupt n dictatorial), but u av to give dem their just due, their character is strengthening our democracy.

Obj, with d above stance, is letting d public know - he stands with nobody, but just wants good governance from whoever is in power. D same way he sold us GEJ(who embarrassed him with his ineffectiveness) is d same way he sold PMB(who is already taking too much time to get going) and its d same way he will trying selling some-else, per-adventure PMB ends up a flop.

U av an illusion of knowledge, since u haven't got dat abt Obj!

Where is d faith?

I've been feeling like Shan'go anytime I read about His Ineptitude GEJ!

Like flames bursting out of my screaming mouth, to consume him and all his apologists!

To play God and command sense into their lives!

To pack them all off to wallow in their shallowness!

W.t.f. has tribe gat to do with my future, that of my kids and dat of my country?!

I really would even prefer a whiteman to run for President, cos looking n reading abt d gradual running down going on in SA, shows a black man never thinks with his head!

Surfing the net, jejely, when I came upon this:

https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/worldviews/wp/2016/01/31/see-the-female-fighters-who-strike-fear-in-the-hearts-of-the-colombian-army/





"What they told me next was a stunner.
"The women are the worst," said one
special forces officer, his name withheld
because he works under cover. "If you get
captured, you pray it's by the male rebels."
The female guerrillas are the most savage
and brutal interrogators, he said. "They're
more ideological than the men. They're
merciless."


"His descriptions also made me think of the
fearsome reputation of the female PKK
guerrillas in Turkey's Kurdistan Workers
Party who have been battling ISIS along the
border with Syria."


"The women
carry guns, the men cook, and both appear
to bed down in the muck together."

Definitely, more ruthless warriors!

Its better to av a clueless fellow with a sense of integrity than one with no morals!

ozoigbondu:
Bubu should ask Jonah how he managed those boys

By giving a few, unfettered access to power and sovereign wealth!

What d heck is d Nigerian Army doing wrong?! And, so close to d biggest IDP camp?!

Flashh:
Will let someone know about it, then I will quote you back for any contract availability.

Tanx, bro. Always on d look out for higher ground.

Flashh:
I will spare you the insults.

Now, what kind of job are you competent in bro?

Mech Eng'g, Telecommunications(Site Maintenance)

Surprise me, bro.

Flashh:
Okrika is a second hand wear. Why will a governor buy such for his children?

You need to get a job and stop being silly.

Vry funny. That it looks like okrika, doesn't mean its okrika. D message I was passing, dat u didn't understand is: okrika is imported, doe used. So, wat stops Wike from going to d mall over dere and buying new n direct from d mall or wereva dey are bought? I don't tink u av comprehension, if u still don't get me!

Since u knw I don't av a job, u can always get me one nau? Omo olowo! Jst commentin without tinkin.

Flashh:
He should buy good clothes for his children.

A "hand" of applause kor, a "leg" of applause ni. Wailer.

Dat okrika, was bought n worn by oyibo b4 u go market go buy am! So, wats stoppin Wike from going to oyibo land and buyin it direct from d store for his son? Abi okrika na frm heaven?

Shows u're pako formin butti!

I've always been of d newage mind: if u want it enough, go for it n damn d consequences!

Its better to have loved and lost, than to have never experienced love!

To Text or Not to Text:
A Dating Conundrum
BRIAN REA
JANUARY 28, 2016
Check out our new
Modern Love
podcast.
My relationship with
Thomas began with a
seemingly innocuous email he
sent to my roommate.
“What’s your friend’s story?”
he asked her.
She forwarded his email to me,
adding, “What do you want
your story to be?”
I wasn’t trying to hide my past.
I had been married briefly and
left the marriage feeling
skittish but hopeful that
someday I’d find someone who
suited me better. I dated but
wasn’t drawn to anyone
enough to go out a second time.
When Thomas’s email pinged
into my inbox, I felt a surge of
excitement for the first time in
a long time.
Let me back up. The night
before, I’d had a long day at
work. After a quick trip to the
gym, I looked forward to
hunkering down in my
apartment with some good
dinner and bad TV. Earlier in
the day, my roommate had
invited me to join her and
some friends that evening at a
bar. Though I had acquiesced,
my desire to go out waned as
the day wore on. But when I
told her to go without me, she
insisted I come.
So I went, reluctantly, and one
of the first people I met was
Thomas — tall, flirtatious and
dimpled. I thought he would
make a great fling, something
I’d never indulged in before.
But as I sipped my drink and
watched him banter with most
of the women at the bar, I
quickly discarded the idea.
I was surprised when his email
arrived the next day. I figured
his type wouldn’t follow up so
soon but would play it cool and
maybe casually ask about me
days later, if at all. But here he
was, less than 24 hours later,
asking my roommate, “What’s
your friend’s story?”
“Tell him whatever you want,”
I typed back. “But be honest.
And yes, he can have my phone
number.”
Everything started out so
normally. When he called that
night, I didn’t recognize the
number, so I was hesitant to
pick up, but I was glad I did.
We talked and laughed for an
hour, and then he asked me out
to lunch the next week. Over
lunch, our easy attraction
continued.
I figured our lunch would lead
to another date, perhaps one
that took place on a weekend
and involved dinner. But no
such invitation arrived.
What had happened? Trying to
pinpoint where it had all gone
wrong, I picked over every
word we’d exchanged, from the
moment we met until his quick
kiss on the cheek and hug when
we parted, which was maybe
his way of saying goodbye
forever. I had no idea.
A week later, he finally texted:
“Hi! How are you?”
Even though I was happy to
hear from him, texting wasn’t
something I used
conversationally. I only did so
out of necessity, conveying
snippets of information as
quickly as possible, such as:
“I’m running late for dinner. Be
there in 5.”
So I wrote him a quick note
saying I was doing well and
asking how he was. We wound
up texting for most of the
evening, and I couldn’t help but
think, “Why doesn’t one of us
just pick up the phone and
call?”
During the week, as our text
volleys continued in that
conversational way, I kept
expecting that he would ask me
out again, but not once did he
mention another date. On
weekdays, he would text to ask
how I was, what I’d been doing,
how work was. Then on
Fridays, he would ask if I had
any fun weekend plans.
I never initiated this texting
because that seemed too
forward. Despite this being the
21st century, I still heard my
mother’s admonishing voice in
my head, telling me I should
never be the first to call a man,
and I assumed texting followed
roughly the same rules.
In this same old-school way, I
would leave holes in my
schedule every weekend that
would be large enough for an
actual face-to-face date with
him, should he ever decide to
suggest one. But he never did,
leaving me like a dog wanting
more than the cursory scratch
behind my ear.
And then his texts ceased
altogether. For an agonizing
two weeks, I wondered what I
had possibly texted to end this
“relationship,” or whatever it
was.
Until one day my phone rang,
and it was Thomas. “How’s it
going?” he asked.
Stunned, I decided not to let on
how upset I was. “Fine,” I said.
“You?” But this was absurd.
We weren’t even in a
relationship, were we? What
did persistent texting even
qualify as? By now, his
reputation was so established
among my friends that they
referred to him derisively as
“the Texter,” never using his
real name.
“How’s the Texter?” they
would ask.
“Oh, fine,” I’d answer. “Nimble-
thumbed, I guess.”
Several of them, indignant on
my behalf, offered to text him
back and tell him he needed to
fish or cut bait. I kept asking
myself why I put up with such
a 2-D relationship, but still held
out hope that the constant
texting would lead to
something else. I also worried I
would miss him because I’d
gotten used to at least having a
virtual boyfriend rather than
no boyfriend at all. If I were to
end it, I might never give us a
chance to recapture the
chemistry of our first date.
During our call, I learned that
his two-week silence was from
him being on an international
business trip. I guess he
couldn’t be bothered to text
that he would be out of the
country and out of touch.
I made a decision then. He
either had to ask me out on a
real date, in person, or I would
put an end to this silliness. I
gave him a deadline (only in
my mind, of course) of that
Friday, but yet again I left a
little open pocket in my
schedule, as I had grown
accustomed to doing for the
previous two months.
The Friday deadline arrived.
And just like always, here came
his email inquiring about my
weekend plans.
I told him my plans: dinner out
on Saturday night and a hike
on Sunday. And he told me his:
He was going to a movie with
friends that evening.
Here it comes, I thought: the
ever-elusive invitation.
First, though, he asked for my
opinion about several movies,
which made sense. If I would
be joining him, he’d want to
make sure I was happy with
the movie choice. And then,
having heard my thoughts, he
wished me a wonderful
weekend, thanked me for my
advice and signed off,
completely clueless to the fact
that he had just blown me off
for the last time.
Not wanting to seem petty, I
didn’t text or email him right
away. Instead, I waited until
his usual text pinged in the
following Monday, asking how
my weekend had been.
My fingers paused over the
keyboard, my blood boiling, as
it had the entire weekend. But I
didn’t want him to know how
much he had hurt my feelings,
so I took several deep breaths
and then typed: “I had a
wonderful weekend. That said,
I want to thank you for being
my pen pal the last two
months, but thought you
should know I already have
several pen pals so don’t really
need another. Best of luck to
you.”
I took another deep breath
before hitting send and
reveling in the satisfaction that
pulsed through my veins.
He replied instantly: “What are
you talking about? Are you
saying goodbye to me? Is
something wrong?”
I couldn’t believe it. Did he not
have any idea how ridiculous
his behavior had been? My
fingers flew over the keyboard:
“It just floors me that you’ve
never thought to ask me on a
date after our lunch, but
instead seem completely
content to text or email with
someone who lives less than
two miles away from you.”
“What are you doing tonight?”
he replied. “Dinner at my
place?”
I wanted to tell him off, but I
was too happy that he’d finally
asked me out. Still, that
chastising voice in my head
kept shrieking: “You can’t
accept a date the day of! That
would seem so sad and
desperate, like you have
nothing else going on in your
life!”
And then it hit me. I couldn’t do
this. I was 31 years old. I had
been married. I was tired of
games. I wanted a date. An
actual face-to-face date. With
him.
I picked up the phone and
dialed. When he answered, I
asked, “What should I bring?”
A few years later, the Texter
and I married. And now, seven
years after that, we have two
children, two careers and one
life together. We rarely text
each other anymore, but every
evening I look forward to
hearing that ping from my
phone with his quick message:
“Be home soon.”

Lindsey Goldstein is a physical therapist
in Redondo Beach, Calif.
modernlove@nytimes.com

dollyjoy:
Someone should pls tell this dude that we dnt give a dime!!!


No one cares!!

Most of ur posts are criticisms, yet ur signature claims otherwise? Get real.