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ifyalways:
BeansandPlantain you are the second winnerof 10K. i have sent you a PM, reply with your account details.

hello ma. I am very Grateful... I wish you could see it.... I am so happy... May God always bless you...

No one can make a fool of you....

Let me know ma, if you want me to point out those who are alternate handles

ifyalways:
Hello all,

I am interested in buying plots of land at Ibeju Lekki with the following specifications:

Land in an estate
The land must have gazzette
I will be given my deed of assignment, survey plan and reciept immeediately after payment

Budget : 900K to 1.5M max per plot.

Location :Anywhere from Eti-osa land mark but before Eleranigbe, not to far from the expressroad.

Have anything ?, please state on the thread and drop your contact.

madam good morning. I have been unable to access my mail but I saw your pm on nairaland
Here is my account number ma. Please let me know when you have seen it so that I can remove it

When shall we stand up and be free

hakeem4:
But when I was doing my own internship I was busy buying beans and bread for the staffs

I even had to baby sit their kids at a time... Wetin my eye don see... No b planet o

Dorammy:
follow this link below, see if you meet up with the requirements and fill out the job application form.

https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdS1AUY9QkBecsKD1ZHRyVVQEt9vnPlZQwlSFVbn-knlw78GA/viewform?usp=sf_link

What job is it for?

How I spent my holidays and my goals for 2020.
When it comes to Christmas and New Year holidays, it's like getting two gifts in a single box. I don't know about you, but, these gifts comes once in a year. I have life and it's holidays.


I didn't enjoy my holiday to the fullest although my deepest wish was to have had a wonderful time.
The holidays caught me squatting at Afe Babalola University school hostel. I went there initially as a guest to visit my bossom friend from the village. But when he traveled back to the village, I occupied his bed space.


When it was just few days in to the holidays, I was reported as a squatter to "The Blues" also known as the hostel portal. I was thrown out to a half dying moon and I had no where to go except CLT to lay my head. CLT lights were now brighter than before and I could see Christmas lightening and Carol tunes gently soliloquizing yet in resonance with the calm stream-like environment .



In the morning, I called my friend to explain what had happened, he surprised me by asking if I paid for hostel accommodation and banged the call.
Well, that's friends for you. At least, he tried for me because I ate his food for a while.


That same day, 24th December, I and had met some people with the same predicament like me. We all slept in the CLT and talked about places we could go to have some fun.


I suggested we trek to River Ureje. Some of my fellow undergraduate homeless friends argued about the distance or proximity to school but I said it's for sightseeing and pictures. We concluded and decided to set out early in the morning by 6am.


By morning, the number of people that were willing to go had multipled from 8 to 19! 4 girls and and 15 young lads. Some with headphones plugged to their ears and some with Bluetooth speakers. Some with their girlfriend and others with their lightly packed backpack.


I discovered that the Sun seems to be aware of our planned movement and it came out early. I believe now, it came to warn us rather than the misconception that it came to guide us.


The Sun was shining but it was very cold as we went through the Bush-locked paths and crooked roads. My cutlass swinging from left to right like the "AKUPE" leather fan in Peter Edochie's hand.


After a 2 hours walk, the girls complained about being tried and the distance. Some were even bending like corn trees struggling against the wind. I am thankful they didn't say I was taking them for a sacrifice.


In the Afternoon, after a three hours long journey, and passing Omowon village, Dugbe village, then through Iropo oniro ni e settlements, we were greeted by a beautiful scenery : water beyond waters, vast than my voice could travel over.


We found Ureje river banks already teeming with tourists, but that didn't deter the boys. I dropped my back pack, brought out my swimming trunk, went to the back of a wide tree to hide my pin-sized penis. Then I changed into the swimming trunk and ran out like a horse released during a horse race, jumped from a high section in to the waters.


I was only used to swimming pools with a trainer. Here I am head deep under water and eyes hurting. Here I am wondering why my legs is yet to get the floor.


A moment of anticipated joy quickly shifted to that of fear and a struggle to survive. I twisted in the waters and vigorous moved my left and right hand, then my right and left leg, looking for nothing to grab.


Water entered my right ear and I took a massive gulp of Ureje. If you ask me, it didn't taste like a gulp of Palmwine nor a taste of pounded yam. It tasted like " Dele! You are going to die today! "


I frantically moved my whole body hoping someone telepathically hears me. That was the first time I prayed to God in over 7 years, in my moment of desperation.
"God I don't want to die, my parents don't even know where I am."


It's either someone heard me telepathically or God heard me and sent a man to save me. The man pushed me up the water with a sharp jive, but I drank more water. He pushed me again and my afro surfaced and I gasped for air.
Splashing my both hands on the water; I was desperately trying to swim, grab onto the man saving me and at the same time struggling for air.


I don't want to drink water anymore; I am not a fish, but my mouth thinks otherwise. I don't want to die; I want to live, but this water thinks otherwise.


I woke up at the river bank some minutes later. Exhausted and my throat hurting, I opened my water clogged eyes slowly to see dark shadows and gradually it turned grey and it became people. The whole world was standing over me, few familiar faces and deep toned ekiti local parlance. I thought I had died and my soul was seeing other souls.


Now I know death is not an easy journey and so is swimming. I dragged my self up and Ayo gave my arm a firm grip from behind to help me from falling. I went and sat under a tree alone with my hands folded in front of my calf trying to recollect how everything happened.

I was very sober and shy, or maybe afraid. My friend, Ade, came and gave me bread. While stretching his hands out with the bread, he followed it with, "you should have drowned gently without noise and die so that I can enjoy my bread alone". Slowly, I looked at him and I slowly turned my gaze away from him unto Ureje. Ureje the "deathly beauty''.


I kept thinking how nairaland front page news would have read, "Afe Babalola Undergraduate Statistician Drowns in Ureje. Body Not Found". Various captions ran through my mind and possible comments.


My friends continued to swim and we were later accommodated by the Village Head. We were well fed and when morning came, the Village Head hired two buses to transport us back to campus and the villagers bid us bye.


The next day, word quickly spread about my predicament and luck. And with this I have concluded to make being observative a goal this year.

In 2020, any bodies of water more than 4 buckets, I am staying away from it.


I have also decided I won't be going into the Bush, cutting through unknown paths, because non of my generation is related to Orunmila; the god that makes path ways in the forest, leads journies and human fate.

Leaving you is now a thing abi.... Just ignore the dude and get everything that might be yours

ifyalways:
Goodluck

wow but 1000 is much ooooo. I am giving this a try

iPrevail:
Fvckin Indians.. Our new age wannabe slave masters.

Hmm, you, which platform do you work with and how do you do it?

you can't really blame them sha

They should phase out zoology, Islamic studies and Christian studies too as single degrees...

Those courses should be fixed to other branches

Hhaaaaaa ESTHER

bizowner:
. where are you

somewhere in West Africa

bizowner:
pls I desperately need Microsoft Excell tutor very desperately to save my job any interested teacher call me on I'm in Lagos

sure I can

Ur number ain't in whatsppp

richidinho:
Lol....so u are still in Nigeria, if kidnappers visit you nko

all die naa die.
One thing must kill strong man

abdullkabar:
Op, I believe you should be able to teach in a school or lesson. With that, you will be busy, earn, you can save up to buy a system, you can also meet somebody that has your sympathy.
For a starter, don't underestimate days of little beginning.
Also, put God first and the last.
I pray you find it easy

I it's not easy to save for a laptop when teaching... Especially when you are earning 15k except if you want to buy scrap laptop

tk4rd:
Remember, for a bad parent that later changed, even though the consequences of his/her past mistakes are heavy on him/her, the kids still have a chance of being good..
A fruit Must Not Always End Up Growing Near It's Tree Even if it fall near it.

The Apple doesn't fall far from the tree bro....

It may not just be as extreme as that of the Father / mother... Still the Apple doesn't fall far from the tree

Hahaha
This one is not one of us

Hahaha

dawnomike:
Why is everyone raging for this war to happen... Are we that blood thirsty to not considering the innocent civilians, poor women and children that will get killed bfor declaring this as war!!!

Bro calm down. There is no war anywhere... And if there will be, it's between two nations Iran and America


It has absolutely nothing to do with a man in a 3rd world nation...

The Apple doesn't fall far from the tree

It's always attractive but once you get it, take off her clothes.... You will hate it...

Thick is food for the eyes but Thick is not always the sweetest

All this nonsense war you people are talking about

I am only bothered about my access to xvide0s... Once the war start

yarimo:
Happy new year to all vaseline crew members of SAMBISA forest branch. Announcer Chairman vaseline crew

boss of life.. May the bullet always miss you.

iLegendd:
I went to UBA to get an Africard to link to my UK PayPal, so I decided to take a picture with my cheap phone.

Anyway, upload your 31/12/2019 picture and whoever gets the highest likes and shares will get a couple of thousand Naira recharge card gift from me.

front page baby

Hey I love you.
I am glad you are in 2020

Chance +Critical thinking + packaging = success

Critical thinking + stealing of ideas+chance = possible success

All you need to do is think

Merry Christmas and a happy new year simbolee