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Dear Ex,
Trust you're faring well.Thank you for being a mentor, for the good times and your wonderful sense of humour. Yes, we went through thick and thin, we tried to make it work,but it didn't,
Like i told you before we eventually parted ways;it hurt me that you started to build your esteeem in seeking other ladies' attention just to spite your 'once professed love'(of course you know how much value i place on respect beyond love, i couldn't stand that!). I have forgiven u wholeheartedly but i have come to realize that no matter how much we feel threatened or hurt,the last attribute of love is to get even,
i wish u all the best and although i still love u as a friend,i love another wonderful dude as a lover,friend and big brother. I pray you find thru love again.
Take care

Who says you can't get a friend,sexy lover,wife/husband and 'teaser' all in one package?

Look around you:
Those who claim to settle for only husband /wife material flirt around with sexy lovers

Those who claim to find a friend find them too close for 'marriage comfort'

Those who claim to crack their ribs with teasers, find out they need more than a good sense of humour

Those who glue to the sexy lovers find out there is more to life than good sex

Those who patiently wait to find all they want or at least friendship and sexy love are still armed with patience to teach their spouses what is lacking

Those who believe in working hard on their own weaknesses  spend a lifetime with their most treasured partner.

Those who believe in imperfection never find the perfect match
Be not decieved! even the most divine relationship requires hardwork!

It's not how much you can display love or affection but how willing you are to sustain it!

Why do we spend minutes making a choice and hours,days,years or probably a lifetime regretting such choices.

There is more to love,bonding,marriage and family; it is the most contended institution on earth.

I'd rather wait to make a lifetime decision than ruin destinies attached to my purpose driven life.

How about you?

@poster, Yes dude! u're cheating with time

oh No!
This isn't just lack of money, it must be abject poverty of mind
Even a mad woman knows how to protect her own child.
i refuse to endorse such a terrible act!

13th, i love July

I am Hungry, Please Re-brand me
By: Salisu Suleiman

I am Nigeria. I have millions of acres of arable land and billions of cubic litres of water, but I cannot feed myself. So I spend $1 billion to import rice and another $2 billion to import milk. I produce rice, but don’t eat it. I have 60 million cattle but no milk. I am hungry, please re-brand me.

I drive the latest cars in the world but have no roads. I lose family and friends everyday on roads for which funds have been looted. I lose my young, my old, and my most brainy and productive people to the potholes, craters and crevasses they travel on everyday. I am in permanent mourning, please re-brand me.

My school has no teacher and my classroom has no roof. I take lecture notes through the window and live with 15 others in a single room. All my professors have gone abroad, and the rest are awaiting visas. I am a university graduate, but I am illiterate. I want a future, please re-brand me.

Malaria, typhoid and many other preventable diseases send me to hospitals which have no doctors, no medicines and no power. So my wife gives birth with candle light and surgery is performed by quacks. All the nurses have gone abroad and the rest are waiting to go also. I have the highest maternal and infant mortality rates in the world and future generations are dying before me. I am hopeless, hapless and helpless, please re-brand me.

I wanted change so I stood all day long to cast my vote. But even before I could vote, the results had been announced. When I dared to speak out, silence was enthroned by bullets. My rulers are my oppressors, and my policemen are my terrors. I am ruled by men in mufti, but I am not a democracy. I have no verve, no vote, no voice, please re-brand me.

I have 50 million youths with no jobs, no present and no future. So my sons in the North have become street urchins and his brothers in the South have become militants. My nephews die of thirst in the Sahara and his cousins drown in the waters of the Mediterranean. My daughters walk the streets of Lagos, Abuja and Port Harcourt, while her sisters parade the streets of Rome and Amsterdam. I am inconsolable, please re-brand me.

My people cannot sleep at night and cannot relax by day. They cannot use ATM machines, nor use cheques. My children sleep through staccato of AK 47s see through the mist of tear gas. The leaders have looted everything on the ground and below. They walk the land with haughty strides and fly the skies with private jets. They have stolen the future of generations yet unborn and have money they cannot spend in several lifetimes, but their brothers die of hunger. I want justice, please re-brand me.

I can produce anything, but import everything. So my toothpick is made in China; my toothpaste is made in South Africa; my salt is made in Ghana; my butter is made in Ireland; my milk is made in Holland; my shoe is made in Italy; my vegetable oil is made in Malaysia; my biscuit is made in Indonesia; my chocolate is made in Turkey and my table water made in France. My taste is far-flung and foreign, please re-brand me.

My people are cancerous from the greed of their friends who bleach palm oil with chemicals; my children died because they drank ‘My Pikin’ with NAFDAC numbers; my poor die because kerosene explodes in their faces; my land is dead because all the trees have been cut down; flood kills my people yearly because the drainages are clogged; my fishes are dead because the oil companies dump waste in my rivers; my communities are vanishing into the huge yawns of gully erosion, and nothing is being done. My livelihood is in jeopardy, and I am in the uttermost depths of despondence, please re-brand me.

I have genuine leather but choose to eat it. So I spend a billion dollars to import fake leather. I have four refineries, but prefer to import fuel, so I waste more billions to import petrol. I have no security in my country, but would rather send troops to keep the peace in another man’s land. I have 160 dams, but can not get water to drink, so I buy ‘pure’ water that roils my innards. I have a million children waiting to enter universities, but my ivory dungeons can only take a tenth. I have no power, but choose to flare gas, so my people have learnt to see in the dark and stare at the glare of naked flares. I have no direction, please re-brand me.

My people pray to God every morning and every night, but commit every crime known to man because re-branded identities will never alter the tunes of inbred rhythms. Just as the drums of heritage heralds the frenzied jingles, remember - the Nigerian soul can only be Nigerian - fighting free from the cold embrace of a government that has no spring, no sense, no shame. So we watch the possessed, frenzied dance, drenched in silent tears as freedom is locked up in democracy’s empty cellars. I need guidance, please re-brand me.

But then, why can I not simply be me, without being re-branded? Or does my complexion cloud the color of my character? Does my location limit the lengths my liberty? Does the spirit of my conviction shackle my soul? Does my mien maim the mine of my mind? And is this life worth re-branding? I am not yet born, please re-brand me.

Haba! thats harsh
uncivilized yes! but witch
she might have a different background u should at least understand
u sure she's ur girlfriend?i'd prefer you use the word girlenemy,

Both are intelligent
On the average, women are more intuitive, men are more focused!

There are exceptions though,

Might be an illusion, better b wise!

God is the greatest judge
Be apt to listen,slow to speak
Men of God are usually the most sensitive beings to make insinuations about,
Some carry a portion of 'amazing' grace we cannot fathom
Let God be the judge,don't heap curses on your fragile life. Don't be a scape goat!

The end they say will justify the means.

one quick advice,stretch out ur hand and slap ur monitor,
gosh! it aint difficult to figure out bitter saddists

simple instruction,give ur advice(if u've got one)
no advice,no harm in staying still
got a contrary opinion,be polite and respect other ppl's opinion
Even a 12yr old has these manners

@segzi
wat doesn't work?please allow him get creative
can we have your own suggestion?Mr saddist

Your wife is a rare gem,no doubt
But she's missing somthg out hia,no matter aw much she tries to keep thgs running within the home,she shld understand there are 'down moments' when u remember the good times and just wanna get back on ur feet as the provider of the home. It is human,but don't be depressd,communicate with her that u'r only hoping things get better but you really do appreciate her. Don't isolate yourself too often,hold her close,pray together,stay optimistic.
Remember,God makes all things beautiful in its time.

@d greatrock
No hard and fast rule,just exercise ur creativity
don't 4get to be urself, (dats d most common mistake ppl make all in d name of being romantic)

point of correction!
pls don't refer to d invidual as an AIDS patient,rather say a person living with HIV/AIDS


then,if the persons seeks medical advice,seeks treatments and complys to the dosage,the CD4 count/immune system can be boosted and i tell u,it will be difficult to tell whether or not the individual is living with HIV/AIDS

nice post, tho i think effective communication is essential. Love and trust can be grouped together,no love without trust and vice-versa. I'd rather we say:

God(Only God can teach us how to love)
Love and Trust
Effective communication about background, goals, dreams/aspirations,SEX(discuss everything about sex even if u have chosen to abstain)
Mutual understanding
Hard work(even if u were made in heaven,without willingness to stay focused and make it work,it will break)

El-rufai tried somthg similar in Abuja and transformed the whole city
now iAbuja is beautiful and sane,
Fashola, carry on,God grant u wisdom and determination

Blatant NO!

i wonder y ur friend wld be interestd in such an offer anyway
r u his last hope? y don't u help him seek an alternative
put on ur thinking cap and respect privacy in matrimony.

correct woman!
dat silence speaks volumes

hmnnnn,only God can appease her

Boooo

@Joici
the fact that u brought this private thread to nairaland shows u're sick and tired of the relationship
so, quit!
But let me give u an advice,don't ever tamper with his self-esteem cos u will be judged
Of a truth,a man who cannot take up responsibilities is worse than an infidel but you shouldn't drag his leadership role into the mud or attempt to hurt his male ego. Simply quit
Next time you want to date,look for someone you truly love and will never publicize his inadequacies like this,

It simply shows gross disrespect for your ex
She should be glad it never worked between u guys

No! sex isn't the only mode of HIV transmission
HIV can also be transmitted through:
-unsterilized sharp objects
-mother to child either during pregnancy,delivery or breastfeeding
-unscreened blood transfusion

Happiness is a decision

zero level of confidence and security
dat's d only thing dat probably reminds him of being a man

Loves God
Regards his parents
Child-like heart and great wisdom
confident,strong yet humble,respects ladies and his fellow men
good grooming

More often than not,our needs are insatiable,it takes an extra effort to stay undistracted and content with what we have

other times,we give our hearts out too early that the first love is sometimes immature.Unfortunately, when we're experienced enough to tell the difference we hurt someone

@topic
it's one of d  negative strategies aimed at weakening d bond between couples
sleeping in d same room,probably on the same bed doesn't necessarily mean having sex but beyond that,d warmth,affection,unity,love and togertherness it brings is incomparable to the so called 'privacy' on the other side of the coin
u lost your privacy d moment u said 'i do' and in case u want it back,assemble people,celebrate and inform them about the seperation
as far as i am concerned,seperating rooms after years of marriage is passive sepreation/divorce
Beware!

My parents are almost 30yrs old in marriage and if u mistakenly tell either one a secret,be sure the four walls of their bedroom will b a witness to the disclosure; they hardly keep malice for days the bond is simply impenetrable

Happy Birthday Seun