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elefind:Check these links; https://nigeria.diplo.de/blob/1586102/512dc0fe24ee16f9cbad38a2c60e551a/checklist-arbeitsaufnahme-data.pdf https://nigeria.diplo.de/ng-en/skilled-worker-immigration/2304796?openAccordionId=item-2304812-7-panel |
Yayaadu:No. Andela doesn't provide accommodation for bootcampers |
Have you always wondered what happens during the Andela Bootcamp? Well, you will have a chance to ask all your questions between 12-1pm on Friday, 7th September. Andela's Bootcamp Facilitator, @Philipeano will be available to answer your questions on twitter, the hashtag is #AskAndelaNG . |
Itimkpataka2:Lol Last season, Best player in bundesliga (miki) joined man u. Best player in Italy(pogba) joined man u. Best player in Ligue 1(IBRA) joined man u. Man utd finished sixth. PS: Rudiger joined from Roma |
collinic:They can change it anytime but recently it has been JavaScript (nodejs, express framework, nosql databases) + some fundamental programming techniques |
@ysd01 ==> noordean:I'm very good bro. ; ![]() |
ysd01:Cc atom57 Noordean ![]() |
noordean:Lol Na so oo. He is always on stealth mode. Atom indeed |
kidaby:Put a call to your BFA asap telling him/her your situation. I assumed you have joined the bootcamp channel on slack. |
shogat:Just dress smart. No suit and tie needed. Materials? A pen will be fine. |
Feraz:. |
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jendy36:You don't need to bother. You will be sent an invitation for proctor/next steps soon. |
[quote author=fredamare post=54856159][/quote]Congrats. Did you select Monday? |
1.)Not everyone will succeed- some people are born with syndromes that will forever hinder them. Whereas most have the potential to succeed and thrive. But most people won't, they won't take the risk, some will quit early or die young. The diehard truth is that a lot of people will go to the grave with their music still in them. 2.)Women want money- It's a fact, forget about all those good talks that looks and money don't matter to women. They do! If you are not rich, there is a high chance what your wife will dump your ass and follow another stronger man. It's not her fault, it's just that women are wired subconsciously to desire men with higher power who can give them stronger offspring. 3.)Nobody really cares about you- Everyone is selfish and will only be your friend if they'll get something in return. Just the way we're all wired. 4.)Problems will always show up in your life- You either accept that and look for solutions or whine, and live an awful life. Your choice. 5.)Someone you love may cheat on you- I've seduced a girl before and she gave her all to me. She left her hostel to stay with me, buy me stuffs and will always doing everything to please me. She later bleeped my neighbor. Ouch. 6.)People will lie to you everyday- Yes they'll lie to look good to you and influence you. I do it too! Just like number 2 is not totally true. 7.)Girls like sex more than men- They all know it and will always refuse to admit it. 8.)Connection is better than hardwork- You may have to work for 10 years to make it big and someone somewhere might just know another person who will open a door and he'd achieve it in six months. Sorry. 9.)People will hate and try everything to pull you down when you try to succeed- I was fought with and attacked rigorously by my peers and family when I decided to start blogging in medical school. My friend all shouted “you'd fail”. I did fail but I later got thousands of viewers. Be ready for real opposition when you try to succeed. 10.)You're the average of your five closest friends- People always argue about this. But it's so true. Just take a minute to check out the friends of bill gates. You'd find out they are all on Forbes list. Find out the best friends of top bloggers. They'll all be top bloggers. Who are the best friends of Stephen King? You already know them……. 11.)You can die at anytime- I had a classmate who was playing on her bed and hit her head by the wall. She died before the emergency service arrived. People die in the worst imaginable way. Stop thinking you'll live forever. 12.)You're in 1000% control of your life- if you think like a victim and you think one help or God is coming to help you. You're done for. 13.)Nothing is more important than love- I've found that if I just love myself, everyone and I don't judge and take things personally, I become so much more happier. It's like I turned off the switch of unhappiness. Start loving! Yourself and everyone else. 14.)A stich in time saves nine- if you go for a regular medical check-up every 3 months. Your never die of cancer because it'll be detected early and treated perfectly. 15.)You can't gain 100% approval no matter what you do- There is nothing you can do that will please everyone. Some will always like what you do, some will hate it and some won't care. Take this post for an example, there will be positive comments and negative comments. That's life, don't try to please everyone, just do you! 16.)Fear never dissappears- I have wasted thousands searching for a magic trick on the Internet that'll dissolve my fears. The hard truth I eventually found out is that fear never leaves. I just have to accept that and find a way to take action in spite of it. James Afolarin |
kposedaddy:Which of the solutions? Post your codes so that it can be reviewed here. |
MuskElon:Thanks |
kposedaddy:What's the issue you are having? |
Please for the homestudy curriculum test, do i have to finish the labs before submitting the quiz? |
Wow Are you sure these cars were spotted in naija? Recently? Hmmmmm No matter the economy of the jungle, the lion will never eat a grass |
Turn by turn Nig Ltd indeed Smh ![]() |
Good |
Wow. Good |
Good He has the eyes for the frame work design, now he needs to go to school or be educated in applying the electrical/electronic and aerodynamic equations to make it fly. The journey of a thousand miles begins with a step. |
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At last, I heaped a sigh of relief when I sighted seun and co from the near distance with the goodies for the fun trip, I knew my over an hour wait in the bus was about to end, we ll finally be leaving J town as they are the last set of people we have all been waiting for. Just before they reached the bus, my phone rang with a rather strange number displayed on my broken screen. I went out of the bus, answered it and was greeted with a calm but audible ‘official’ voice. He introduced himself, pronounced my name and asked for my confirmation, though still surprised I answered in the affirmative. He then proceeded to tell me I was scheduled for an interview at their company’s branch in J town 8am the following day. Still dumbfounded, I nonetheless acknowledged the message before he hung up. I slowly went back inside the big coaster bus thinking about what just happened. We were several minutes into the journey before it came to my mind I sent my resume two months earlier to my sister who had been asking for it for a long time. Her husband is a top notch staff at the company that just called. I started connecting the dots, everything then began to make perfect sense. Although the trip was organised by a Christian fellowship, it was fun all the way with songs, taunts, games amongst others. The beach, photoshoot, beach soccer and most importantly the food, made my day, it was indeed a fun trip. We arrived back at J town 10pm, I had to sleep at a friend’s as it was too late to go back to my lodge. I received a text that night when I charged my phone to ask for one Mr lalasticlala for the interview the next day. The next morning, the interview day, I woke up very early to get my CV and stuffs from my lodge. I quickly revised the company’s profile ( I am a fast learner), dust my newly “polished” black chinos, my white (with yellow stripes) shirt my uncle brought from ‘yankee’ was the best shirt I had plus the “akube” shoe I bought from ekenedilichukwu felt like the right combo. I couldn’t eat as I have to report for the interview by 8am. I left home with a great confidence, the additional suit to the outfit made more sense, it was even confirmed by the kind of greetings I met on my way, I was feeling fly. Though I got to the company at some minutes to 8, I was only graced an entrance by 8am. I entered (still feeling fly) into a beautiful and cool serene which even made me more determined to get the job. I went straight to one of the staffs, introduced myself, and asked for Mr lalasticlala, the gentleman asked me to wait for some minutes. I sat down, surveyed my environment, it was obvious I was the only one there for the interview. Within few minutes, I finally met him right outside his office (he came to give an instruction to a staff) he was a big handsome young man. I greeted him and introduced myself, he just stood there looking at me from head to toe, I was just like “this one never see fine boy before ni” (in my head of course), finally, with a smirk, he asked “are you the one here for the interview?”, “Yes”, I answered. He smiled mischievously and replied “I don’t think so, I believe you are impersonating”. I was confused, not sure of what to say, he cut my thoughts short and said pointing to some place that looks like a walk way, “The rest room is down that way to your right, there is a mirror in there, go and look in it and tell me what you see”. I almost laughed out of confusion, my confidence drained like naija foreign reserve, I was just looking like then eagles coach, amodu whenever his team is losing, the only thing I could do was move my now heavy legs towards the rest room, looked in the mirror and went back to him still dumbfounded, I was just looking at him with confusion. Finally, he brought me to light, he said how I can have a “teddy” like that (banky w style), I told him the interview was on a short notice (and I’m an engineer for crying out loud) then he asked “do you look like anybody here?” pointing to all the other staffs on seat. I felt embarrassed but still smiled anyway. He then asked me to sit and wait for him. I sat for over thirty minutes before one of the staff came to me and told me to go to his office and tell him I’m not ready for the interview that I will come back for it else he will leave me there without attending to me. I was surprised and felt indifferent about it. I thanked him anyways, stood up and walked slowly (like my boxers was starched) towards his office. I knocked and was asked to come in. He didn’t offer me a sit so I was standing while telling him I wasn’t ready for the interview but will come back at a later time that same day. He starred at me for some seconds and all he could say was “Are you a porn star?” I was shocked and managed to reply; “No Sir”. He then asked another question ‘’why are you keeping nails?” This time I couldn’t give any response but was surprised and kinda angry. I was just thinking; who is this man sef, Na him get the company? Is it until he sees a man selling handkerchief in traffic and still sweating before he realise possession is not ownership? Abi dem send am to me from village? I was still thinking about all these when he again complained on how I packaged my CV at hand. He gave me a brand new envelope and lectured me on how I should look and dress. He even asked if I don’t have money to do them so he could give me. Of course I refused. He agreed for the interview to be postponed to later in the day and I left the office. I headed straight to my barber's shop then to a boutique. Within an hour, I in fact felt the change, white shirt, black trouser (not my chinos again) black suit, tie and shoe + the new haircut, nna mehn it was cool. I went back there but didn't meet him. I had to wait of course. While waiting, I started feeling sleepy, my eyes became heavy and sluggish like baba rooney then I thought to my self; after all he is not around, make I sleep small jor, but immediately the voice of the elders came to me "young man, it ll not be funny if this man meet you sleeping, persevere, it's only for a short time, for the white rice that refuses the wonderful handshake of the palm oil misses on the opportunity to be jollof " Thank God I reasoned with the elders as ten minutes after I refused to sleep, Mr lalasticlala came in and I followed him straight to his office. He was a different person entirely, he started from the introduction part again acting like we never met. As a sharp guy I played along. The interview process was smooth and the rest is story....NB::: This is a true life "incident" that unfolded somewhere in Nigeria. The names used are not real (abi you wan make my boss burst me) and any similarities to any event are purely coincidental. It should not be reproduced or published without 'referencing' the author. Please forgive and correct all grammatical blunders and words arrangement, I had to post this with my phone. bAbAdEE |
MY EXPERIENCE ON OKADA The moment I have been so anxiously waiting for has arrived. Finally, my name was called to come to the podium, I was full of ecstasy, the initial fidgeting and shyness now increased as I managed to gather momentum to walk to the podium amidst applauses and chants. Each steps I took from where I sat across the beautiful (and well filled with dignitaries) auditorium was taken with pride albeit a packaged one. I received the certificate of confirmation as the director of media and publicity for the newly elected president, a position I didn’t even dream of considering the fact that I just enrolled for internship at a communication and networking company some few months back. It was a great achievement on my part especially for my family for the fact that I was still an undergraduate on internship. Different thoughts ran through my mind; the financial requirements to start a family is no more a dream, I can for once and hopefully for life forget about my not so impressive cumulative grade point average, I can finally be regarded as a success even at my young age. These thoughts and many others ran through my mind for some time, I could look back and boldly say all the times I spent on Facebook, all the times I used in gathering followers on twitter, the instagram packaging, learning html, CSS, PHP and the likes has not really been a waste, in fact it has become a blessing. I was still in this mood when suddenly I received a heavy slap across my back, could this be a pained enemy? I thought to myself before I could turn around, I heard a voice saying “won’t you go and write Ogunti’s exam even if you won’t taste out of this eba?” At that moment, everything became clearer, it was the voice of my roommate and I have been dreaming all along. It was the day I was to start my first semester 400L examination and Dr Ogunti’s course being the first paper. A reputation of no nonsense clever man precedes him and he has even been tagged the man with digital marking, attributes almost, if not all student dreads. I quickly dressed up (no time to bath) ate and got ready for school as I was almost getting late for the examination and my hostel was about a kilometre away from the school’s main gate. I left my lodge for John’s. He was a departmental mate that agreed the previous day to take me to school on his newly acquired Suzuki bike or okada as it is popular called around here. John was eating when I got there. He invited me to join him, something I cannot refuse owing to the fact that he was eating beans. I quickly partook in the ‘ministry’, gulping the watery beans down my throat. The plate was empty in no time and we set for school, an interesting (relatively though) journey to school. The bike was soon in motion in no time and the cool breeze of the beautiful morning was another increase in my love for Mother Nature. These feelings were brought to an abrupt end by a tingling but sharp rancour in my stomach. A feeling I had felt mildly immediately I finished eating the beans at John’s. The beans and eba was reacting. It was like all my intestines were trying to sing the hallelujah chorus. I immediately knew I have to visit a toilet as soon as possible, but how fast or when my ‘as soon as possible’ will be can’t even be determined by me as I was almost late for an examination. I started calculating the time it will take to reach school and the maximum time I will spend in the examination hall. In fact, Dr Ogunti’s course can’t even be ‘finished’ in two hours. After all the thinking and jostling of my thoughts, I came to a conclusion; manage my stomach till I finish my papers. It was a successful plan or so I thought with one Achilles heel, I didn’t include John and his bike in my plans. But should I have? I was as calm as ever on the bike, maintaining my cool. John on the other hand was trying to beat the traffic to get to school on time. Tuesday mornings are always busy on that road, it was no more a strange occurrence but the traffic that morning was surprisingly strange. I later learnt a portion of the road is under construction and hence, some diversions. These results in a traffic congestion, one that usually brought about halting the speed of the bike at regular intervals, an experience so devastating considering the situation I was. With each brakes John applied after accelerating for some time, my stomach responded with a verse of the hallelujah song it has been echoing. It got to a point I had to gently tell John to take things easy, ’don’t you know we ll be late for the exam? And you know quite well that Dr Ogunti may not take that lightly’ he shouted on top of his voice. There was no way to explain to him my stomach has been in a transient state, oscillating like a system with negative damping factor, at that point, to talk was at a risk of placing that hallelujah chorus on a repeat not to talk of shouting. I calmly remained quiet and tried to flow along with wave of the traffic and John’s driving. I executed a plan, something I had read in a book a long time ago about controlling your mind. I began by taking my mind off the bike, thinking about something different entirely. I only remained on that busy road physically, I started thinking about how Manchester united my favourite club defeated Manchester city, the arch rival and noisy neighbour four goals to one. It was a sweet victory so to say, I thought about the lovely goal scored by Ander Herrera et al. Then I started thinking about my secondary school days, how things were easy as the senior prefect boy. The respect and the prizes on the end of the year party. They were lovely times. My master plan was working until I felt a sharp stop on the bike, we were stopped by the sheriff at a large gate. That could only mean one thing, yes, we are finally in school. bAbAdEE |
arewatech:Please, can I have a link to your elance port folio? |
"I have a father... hallowed be your name. ...hallowed be your name" is anyone please familiar with this song? don't actually know it though |
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