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This is so genius you guys don’t understand |
Nzeodogwu:Have you found a solution, I have not slept in weeks like this, all my body is vibrating |
AishaDant:Did it work? |
SkyBizzy:Have you found solution? |
Xbox 360 controller UK Used?? |
Do you sell Xbox 360 controller Uk used? |
Rielbusinesses:My bro when you find out please come and help me too. I have difficulty sleeping, swollen feet and weight loss. I suspect anxiety disorder with a touch of kidney issues but I no get money to see doctor or run test |
Do you have swollen feet? Do you have difficulty sleeping? |
I hope Liverpool too don't drop the ball now that Wolves are on a mission to spoil people own. |
Diegostan:That’s terrible. This insomnia ehn, I can’t even wish it on my enemy. |
as69:Thank you so much. I have heard about magnesium glycinate recently but I was skeptical because it’s pricey and I have been buying and buying all sorts of things that don’t work. I could also see cortisol dysregulation being at play because I get stressed very quickly. I think I have the rest in check. |
Love800:Ah, if I’m being honest mine is 2 years too. Did you lose weight? I lost a lot of weight, even just this week alone, I must have lost like 4kg |
bigl:Sorry for the late response, really tied up with work and fatigue. Thank you for your response. I can’t remember exactly what started it but most of my early 20s was battling ulcer and anxiety disorders. Now that I can say I’ve finally beat the ulcer and most of the anxiety, sleeping disorder comes in. Is the tea better than chamomile tea cause I’m already taking that and it doesn’t work. Are you advising stand alone drinking water before bed or it has to be with the tea? |
I've been having sleepless nights for over a year now. Back and forth with doctors and sleeping meds. I'd sleep around 10 or 11pm and be up 2am or 3am, wide awake like I wasn't just sleeping, unable to sleep back. I noticed recently that my heart rate would be high when I wake. I'm this close to quitting my job because of insomia. I've tried hundreds of remedies, chamomile tea, all sorts of sleep inducing fruits, sleeping medications, yoga, warm bath, nothing works. Help. |
N100m and I will do it. I’ll put my parents in a beautiful house and a nice car to make them forget what they saw 😂😂 |
franchasng:Exactly. We’re trying to play prime Barcelona football with Onyedika in a game where you can hardly breathe. We’ve played nothing. |
We’re finding it difficult to play out the back, and centrally we lack the quality to keep the ball. Everyone’s complaining about Onyedika, Iwobi isn’t exactly playing like Zidane either. The tempo Morocco are bringing is insane. I think we need to quit trying to play centrally. Get fast wingers in there and try to pass the ball faster. |
The very first piece of art the tourists will encounter is the ‘art of stealing’ by those officers at the airport. The next art is street art of police’s “anything for the boys”. Then traffic art titled ‘go slow’. Tourists will also be shocked to find the art of pollution in Lagos is quite phenomenal. |
Angel55555:Will do thanks! |
Started playing PSP emulator again after many failed attempts to purchase a gaming PC. I actually completed GOW Ghost Of Sparta on it 4 months ago. Insane game. Currently playing Prince Of Persia The Forgotten Sands. Game is buttcheeks. I need recommendations please. And yes I applied Far Cry 3 wallpaper maybe I could somehow deceive my eyes that the games look like PC games.
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yad2eidi:You should go for it. China are surprising the world with the quality of technology they're putting out now. |
pook:You can even find purpose and everything still feels bleak from time to time. |
If say bad man catch you for that studio, you for just cross over like that 😂😂 |
SarcasticWords:There's a certain tone of exaggeration that's missing in your sentences that ought to indicate sarcasm. You don't sound sarcastic at all. |
Tharmon:Young man, don't let anybody on here discourage you from studying Economics. All of them claiming world best Economists-Mathematician yet the economy of Nigerian is galloping. Abeg go and study your Economics so you can join them in reading news of how Nigeria economy is collapsing without doing anything about it. |
NACE13:"...Way up in the sky you thought you had your finger on the puscy- trigger but Hermano, down here, down here, you hit the ground." |
When I got home Iater that day, I couldn't believe what I'd gone through just to sell a laptop. My respect (motivated by fear) for computer village added one more bar. Again I thought, did Timi really lace his car's AC with weed or any substance at all or I was just delulu? Did he send that money that day and the banks were just unreliable? That's why I really wanted to compare the receipts because I was so certain I was being swindled! Or did my height and mannerisms really intimidate this grown up man to become totally mute and tag along an actual bully to help defend himself on Monday? Come to think of it, Mr Adams did thrice what I did to Timi and I ended up fainting! Till this day, I don't know what exactly happened. How do you get a post to FP on NL these days? Lalasticlala? |
Sunday morning, I received a bank alert of N170,000! Wahala! My stomach turned with mixed feelings. Did the bank actually hold up the money and I was just being a bully to an easy going man yesterday? Is it possible that I escalated a simple situation because I was tired and hungry and was becoming delirious? ORRR did Timi just make the transfer this morning because he has no other moves to make? The whole thing engrossed my mind all day but deep down I was glad we'd finally made headway. Monday at 10am, I was at the office of the Mall's Security Guard with my older brother. We greeted the guards and thanked them and the next thing I did was to request for and inspect my laptop. It was ok but had gone through a lot, just like me. 15 minutes later, Timi and a man he said was his older brother joined us. Mr Adam was nowhere to be found. Timi's "older brother" didn't look like Timi at all. He was huge, had tattoos on both arms and a very dangerous look in his eye. Yes "eye", he had only one eye. When they sat, first thing he said was 'Se omo kekere yii lo sope o fun e lohun?' (Is this the small boy you said was bullying you?) and then laughed and stared me down. It sent chills down my spine and I was worried we weren't going to settle the matter today. I apologized for my behaviour and let them know that I received the money yesterday which Timi, who was now speaking and moving like the Timi I'd first met made a big fuss about. He got so unbelievably cocky and then in pettiness, I asked him to show me a detailed receipt of the N170,000 he sent on Saturday so we could compare the transaction ID with the one I received Sunday. Of course he refused and even before that, Mr Kupo, had shushed me. 'I hate this Timi guy so much!', I thought. I didn't want to sell my laptop to him but my brother adviced me to just let it go. Timi also didn't want to buy my laptop anymore, he wanted his money back. Shocker! After rounds and rounds of convincing from Mr Kupo, he acceded. I reluctantly handed my laptop to Timi and his "older brother" and they left, staring me down. I heaved a sigh of relief and could finally feel breeze on my skin. My brother and I also took our leave and Mr Kupo escorted us. I decided to make a quick stop at the mall to buy Mr Kupo and his colleagues appreciation gifts because only God knows how it would have went that Saturday if they hadn't intervened. He appreciated the gifts. As we were about to part ways, Mr Kupo grabbed me on my shoulder and said 'that guy with the tattoos on his arms, he's a very dangerous man in Ikeja. Count yourself lucky to be going home unarmed'. |
'Pour water on his head!' 'Fan him!' 'Give him space!' When I would open my eyes, I was met with 3 men in uniforms looking down at me. I looked around the room, and I could see some uniforms hanged on the wall, a large wooden table and a long worn-out metallic chair, that looked like it'd been uprooted out of a danfo bus. I was certain I had been taken to the police station. I felt sick to my stomach, my head was throbbing like it was the venue of a Brazilian carnival and my throat was so dry, I could feel a sore throat coming. 'You fainted. Try to sit up and don't move too much.' Officer 1 spoke to me. 'Please, can I get some water to drink and where's my laptop?' I asked. I was given water and the officers pointed to my laptop bag that was on a tiny stool. Officer 1 who looked like he was in his early 40s spoke again, 'My name is Mr Kupo and we're the security of the mall. I was hearing your story out there, saw you faint and decided to intervene.' I thanked them. Just then, Timi walked in with Mr Adams and they sat. All the hair on my body rose again. Mr Kupo heard our cases and I tried to be as transparent as possible to the security guards. I even showed them my bank app right from where I'd input my login details and they saw nothing resembling N170,000. Heck! My account balance wasn't even up to N100,000! Timi showed them the N170,000 receipt and garnished it with his mantra, which he said confidently now, 'I sent this thing!' (By the way, it is my PTSD trigger phrase now. If you ever send me money please, don't speak, just give me thumbs up.) It was later agreed upon that we should leave my laptop in the care of the Mall's security guards, sort of as a mediator and both parties should come back on Monday to check with the bank. The guards assured me my laptop would be secure. When I got outside, it was already getting dark. Mr Kupo was so kind to escort me to the BRT station where I got a bus back home. |
In this life, be careful who you call helper o! Mr Adam continued shouting at the top of his raspy voice for people to gather around the thief; me, the guy with the laptop and his laptop receipt with his name on it and no bank alert from the potential buyer after almost 3 hours. He gestured to slap me at least 5 times, one time scraping my cheek with his finger. This drew a lot of attention. My heart rate was a mess. All the while, Timi stood behind Mr Adam and said nothing. I was now properly scared. I was also having a headache, was dizzy, weak and my throat had gone completely dry. I could hardly speak. The way I was feeling was very familiar and it brought me back to the allegedly weed blowing AC in Timi's car. "My friend" often tells me about the way he'd feel when he was starting to sober up after a bad trip from weed and I was feeling the exact same way ORRRR was I just really hungry? It's been 21 hours since I'd tasted food or water.... As if an evil spirit had come upon me, I let out a laugh with what was left of my voice. I had worked it out in my head. This Mr Adam guy is probably not even a random or neutral person at all, he probably is working with Timi and had come to rescue him! I accused both of them of being in cahoots and even agreed to go to the police station (even though I was terrified of the idea) but that didn't move them. In fact, Mr Adam's original idea of going to the police station didn't seem to interest him anymore. Mr Adam stood still and continued accusing me of being a bully and a thief with so much confidence. People were starting to gather now. My legs were shaking. I was really weak and felt alone. Chai! I pitied myself. 'I wish my brother were here', I said to myself. With my last strength and voice I kept explaining my story to the older people in the crowd. Adding that I was a Youth Corper but it didn't evoke much sympathy from them. I started to black out. |