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IamaNigerianGuy:
Objectively speaking, Wike cannot prove the money belongs to Amaechi and Rivers unless Amaechi himself makes this admission.

But if it is true that the NIA claimed ownership they can easily prove it.

Who owns the apartment may be irrelevant. NIA can rent accommodation from wherever.

If however, the NIA owns the money, what sort of operations were they running that require 43 million USD at a go?

Nothing in this saga adds up

My broda even CIA go dey fear...43million dollars ,dem wan investigate God ni?

luckyCO:
We are very much aware that their is nothing like indulgences(this is what rome( St Benedictine) used to reap the whole world of their money because they want to build St Peter church, had Martin Luther not started shouting a different world Rome would have created).

To bolt you to man(bishops,pope), they will tell you it is only them that can give it, so that anything they will tell you to do you will do to have it.

After a certain time a bishop came and our rev fr told us that bishop has release indulgence because we build our church house in less than a year or so and everybody was so happy that if anybody dies now straight to heaven. Can you imagine such a deception!

If I may use your word,indulgence happens only when you come under the blood of Jesus through repentance and correct water baptisms and He confirm that you have indulgence by giving you Holy Ghost, any sin you commit hereafter you pay for it because those whom He love He chastises.

A sin is either forgiven or not, you are not going to suffer for any sin forgiven anywhere except you mean God is harboring un-forgiveness.

Indulgence isn't forgiveness of sins,that the sacrament of penance,Indulgence is for punishment meant to be received for continous sinful acts after penance has been granted.
Pope benedict used to grant plenary indulgence to viewers of Papal mass.

Guyman02:
Wetin she dey sell that you know that can afford her such a house in a location that is occupied by mostly corrupt ex Govt officials without stolen Govt money involved?

She owns ebonylife tv,first black woman to own such,moments with month,inspire africa,major investor in the movie the wedding partu,

Omoluabi16:
It is appointed unto man to die once, after that is Judgement. purgatory is a false doctrine, and it gives a false assurance.

Yes....death once and judgement....Agreed and a catholic faith.
Purgatory isn't for souls condemned to hell,its for souls whom still need cleansing before entering God's abode.
That's the difference.
Death in mortal sin(e.g sucide) - hell
Which brings about the issue of indulgences

Mo Abudu doesn't stay on 7a or 7b of that apartmet,how are u guys not sure that its Peter obis loot ,he stays in that ap

truehero:
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Don't mind all those zombies. They are irredeemable and unworthy to be mentioned.

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Ngokafor:
...Listen dude,buhari can be the president till 3000,i actually careless..but that wont stop me from criticizing him like i do here daily...I have every right to not like him because he has proven time without number that he has nothing to offer as a leader.

...except you are still being fed by your parents,a politician or work as a propagandist for this admin,i don't see why he shouldn't be called out for messing up the economy and wrecking people's lives with his incompetence.

...I have to not like him because i know the number of people who daily throng my office here in Port-harcourt to beg for money or even food to eat!...some even camp by our cars waiting for the owners to come before the lamentation starts.. a number of them are graduates who have lost their jobs and are even family men and women..I am usually moved to part with cash or food or even clothes.This is on-top my salary whose value is half of what it use to be in 2015 coupled with my own family responsibilities that has doubled...yet i am even termed as 'lucky' by numerous people..

..I dont have to be poor and jobless before i feel the heat,its everywhere,therefore allow me dislike the man in peace biko..its not taking anything from me,neither should it affect you..

..by the way,if you imagine that you can get rid of buhari/apc in 2019 if they do not perform..you are on a long thing..That era of ousting a sitting president has gone with the last admin...buhari can only leave when HE WANTS TO..FULL STOP.

NA BUHARI SAY MAKE INTL OIL PRICE FALL OR NA HIM SAY MAKE MILITANTS BOMB PIPELINES OR NA HIM SAY MAKE WE LOOT OUR COMMON WEALTH LIKE SAVAGES......WE HAD AN OIL BOOM AND INVESTED IN NOTHING, BUT THIS SAME LEADERS OF OURS RUN TO DUBAI IN PRIVATE JETS TO DO BIRTHDAYS AND WEDDINGS, WHY? COS DUBAI INVESTED THEIR OIL BOOM WEALTH IN INFRASTRUCTURES.......WE CELEBRATE CORRUPTION AND WE DONT WANT TO FACE THE CONSEQUENCES(MADAM ITS RECESSION)...CHECK OUT VENEZUELA CASE

aliondo:
Please, experienced offshore oil workers..what are some of the best certification courses i can do? I have a B.SC in electrical/electronics engineering and just completed an M.Sc in Subsea engineering??tnx

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tunddy:
Hi everybody i saw this on DAAD brochure below,please i need someone to translate it to me because the "March" there is confusing....Can i still apply for the program?........I also want to know if a Bsc holder in physics is eligible to apply for Tropical Hydrogeology and Environmental Engineering





Application:
deadline:

March of the year in which the student wants to start her/his studies
For DAAD applicants:
15 October at the university.
Deadline refers to the year before students intend to start the
programme.

The course is part of DAAD EPOS scholarship....for applicants applying through the scholarship.there applications have to get in before march, but self financed applicants you have till may i guess for applications deadline

pitapromiz:
you are funny bro. you requested an information and i gave it to you and you say you cant verify it. there was a seminar organised by daad.de and the german embassy (study visa section) and heads of this offices were there. the daad.de nigeria officials first statement before their lecture was ' If you are looking for scholarship for bachelors or masters in germany from daad.de am sorry you may take your leave so as not to waste your time' am a goethe student was there live. anyways quote me your email so that i can send you the presentation power point.

daad offer scholarship for africans it is known as daad epos and starts by june annually.

https://www.daad.de/deutschland/stipendium/datenbank/en/21148-scholarship-database/?detail=10000008

Theres just favouritism towards arab africans than sub saharan africans...and yet we wonder why they are bomb blasts in europe

that isnt a catholic priest,catholic priest dont wear pectoral cross

EmekaMD:
I can't verify this claim of urs bro

They do....its called daad epos.......try google

DMainMan:
UPDATE ON PTDF SCHOLARSHIP FOR THOSE WHO WERE NOT SHORTLISTED FOR MSC (HURRY)

If you had 2.1 in your First degree and you are sure you submitted the required documents, chosen course tailors and u meet d age requirement

Call the Flexisaf guys on 0706 941 4970 thereafter send an e-mail including your PIN stating your complaint to:
ptdf.scholarships@flexisaf.com

Some guys who were not have been shortlisted now.

how do i know my pin?

OLAADEGBU:
Is that book God breathed?

Pls read d book cos u tnk u re right doesn't mean the otHer person is wrong

[quote author=OLAADEGBU post=55234095]Christianity is a relationship with Christ while Roman Catholicism is historical religion. [/quote

Pls define wat you mean by a relationship with christ? Cos judas be get relationship wit christ

OLAADEGBU:
Christianity is a relationship with Christ while Roman Catholicism is historical religion.

Catholicism still lives on and teaches the doctrine of the saving christ

OLAADEGBU:
What book of the Bible teaches purgatory?

Maccabes

DInkMan:
Hi peers in Germany,

is it true that state of Baden-Württemberg stops tuition free in their unis this winter?

i heard they are debating to make school fees 1500 euros

TubbyTJ:
Hello, in addition to the 2*23 kg baggage does one get to carry a hand luggage too on Royal Air Maroc Economy tickets to Berlin or Germany? If yes, what's the weight please?
Thanks.

10kg

Scale Basic


Costs € 4.90 per month


Details Monthly cancellation possible - no minimum contract term
Settlement fully processed and managed via the Fintiba web application
Compulsory deposit insurance of 100.000 EUR granted by German law
Blocking confirmation accepted and approved by the German Federal Foreign Office
Note: A current account at a German bank is necessary to set up and receive your monthly payouts



please can someone explain in detais...this is from FINTIBA.....SUTOR BANK

eMidas:
So, how is it faster than registered mail?

yes goes straight to the outgoing mail

hybeenoni:
What's then the difference between registering a mail to be sent and sending just ordinary mail through Nipost

u can track the mail when it is registered ,ordinary mail na OYO...it can go but if one sharp man tink say na pounds dey inside.......sai baba

Well. I had a friend who worked as a flight attendant and she got into a mild argument with a guy who insisted on having EVERYTHING that was free or complimentary on the flight. He was highly annoying and constantly asked crew for stuff. If he saw someone next to him get something, he wanted it too.

At one point during the flight a lady asked for a sanitary pad to help her with an 'emergency' situation. He insisted he should have one too - cos you know, it's free, right?

My friend tried to reason with him. I'm not sure if his English was 100%, because he insisted again and seemed to assume the pad was one of these...

A sleep mask.​
​​
Upon receiving his sanitary pad he proceeded to peel the paper backing off and expose the sticky side; he stuck the thing over his eyes and soon afterwards fell asleep...

THE END.

How do we feel about child beggars?
What do we feel in our hearts when we see the homeless or the children begging in the streets, Pope Francis asked? Do we say, ‘No, those are the ones who steal? What do we feel for the poor or the homeless, even if they are well dressed but they don’t have a job and can’t pay the rent? Do we say this is normal? Do we see the homeless as part of the landscape of our cities, like statues or bus stops or post offices?
Are we touched by the plight of the poor?
We must be careful, the Pope warned, because if we eat, drink and assuage our consciences by simply giving a coin and walking past, this is not the right way to go. Instead, he said, we must realise when we are on that slippery slope from sin to corruption. We must ask ourselves, what do I feel when I see on the news that a bomb has fallen on a hospital and lots of poor children have been killed? Do I just say a prayer and go on my way like before? Is my heart touched, or am I like the rich man whose heart was not touched by Lazarus but only the dogs had pity on him? If that is the case, the Pope said, we are on the road from sin to corruption.
May the Lord look into our hearts
For this reason, he concluded we must ask the Lord to look into our hearts to see if we are on that slippery slope to corruption, from which there is no return. Sinners can repent and turn back, he said, but it is very hard for those with closed and corrupt hearts, so let us pray that the Lord will show us which road we are following.

Reflecting on the Gospel story of Lazarus, from St Luke’s Gospel, Pope Francis warned against those who place their trust in things of the flesh. Trusting in vanity, pride and riches, he said, will distance us from the Lord. He highlighted the fruitfulness of those who trust in the Lord and the sterility of those who rely only on themselves and the things they can control.

Wealth can harden our hearts
When people live in a closed environment, surrounded by wealth and vanity and trusting in their own devices, the Pope said, those people lose their sense of direction and have no idea of their limitations. Exactly as happens to the rich man in the Gospel, who spends his time at dinner parties and takes no notice of the poor man lying at his door.

Crossing the line from sin to corruption
He knew who that poor man was, he even knew his name, but he just didn’t care, the Pope said. Was he a sinner? Yes, he was, and though the Lord forgives those who repent, this man’s heart was leading him on a one-way road to death. There is a moment, Pope Francis stressed, a line that we cross when sin turns into corruption.
This man was not simply a sinner but a corrupt person because he was aware of all the suffering but he couldn’t care less. Damned are those who place their hope in themselves, the Pope said, because there is nothing more treacherous than a hardened heart. Once we are on that road, he added, it’s very hard for our hearts to be healed.

I still had to get home to Zimbabwe.

I arrived in Southern Africa about a month later. I went to a doctor and discovered that although I was extremely fit, my health was a mess. [/b]I also turned eighteen years old.

After a break, I walked into the French Embassy of one of the Southern African countries, gave the receptionist a piece of paper with my "matricule" written on it and asked to see the military attache.

I was shown through to an office and a Colonel introduced himself to me in a very friendly manner, shaking my hand and ignoring any formalities.

I began to tell him who I was.

He stopped me,[b] "I know exactly who you are", he said. He offered me a seat and then he offered me a drink. I was shocked.

He poured me a good scotch and one for himself and then said, "How on earth did you get from Calvi to here?".

I gave him a brief rundown and then said, "I decided to leave because of my friend, but I am not going to go back unless all the bullshit stops and I know that is not going to happen." It was very important for me to explain why I did what I did and that I would never have done so in time of war. I knew, of course, that no one was going to change anything because some nobody like me made a noise.

I immediately started my specialty training on heavy mortars. It was going extremely well. I was doing better than ever. Others weren't. There was an Irishman called John who one day passed out for no reason. Of course some brainless corporal started kicking him. Then he told me to kick him. Something switched my head. I ignored the corporal and hauled John over to a chair.

At the moment that the corporal had told me to kick my friend I realized I would have to make a choice. It would be the hardest choice of my life as I knew that either way I would get no reward for it, only disappointment.

There were two chaps with me who had been with me since beginning basic training. One was a Welshman we called "Taff". Taff was battling. He had made it this far but was really behaving strangely. Physically he was okay, but he was clearly losing his mind.

We were given a four hour pass into Calvi. A Scotsman from another company was with us. We had some drinks at the "Song and Guitar". We had to be back in front of our beds for the last of the three daily roll calls at 10pm.

At the end of the evening Taff refused to get in the taxi. Then he started shouting at us to leave him alone because he had had enough. The Scotsman and I had to hit him to get him into the car in the end. If we didn't and he got to the barracks late, he would go inside for ten days and be beaten every day.

On the way back Taff started crying. I realised that he wasn't that drunk. He told me he couldn't take it anymore and was going to kill himself. I knew he meant it. I suddenly made my decision.

"I'll help you get home, Taff," I said.

I had done the impossible getting this far, but knew that if I didn't get him home Taff would end up killing himself for certain.

The next day, ostensibly to take uniforms into Calvi for dry cleaning for the sergeants (the back actually held our track suits), I walked out the gate.

Just recently a former Royal Marine had kayaked all the way to Italy in a stolen kayak in an attempt to get away. He managed it but was then picked up and sent back by the Italians.

Taff and I would have to get through Corsica and across the sea to France. Then we would need to go all the way through France and across the channel to the UK. We had shaved heads, no civilian clothes, the equivalent of about $100 and no documents other than our Legion ID.

One week later, after three times running into the Gendarmes and MPs and getting away again, as well as a bunch of other challenges, we arrived in the UK. I had slept only five hours in the entire time and when we finally arrived my body went into convulsions.

In Corsica I did really well and came in second overall in the selection and para-training.
We were joined in the training by legionnaires who had come from other regiments. There were also a couple of older legionnaires (most of the chaps coming in were in their mid-twenties but could be anything up to forty at enlistment).

One of these older legionnaires was called Ron Pereveresoff. He was Canadian originally and had fought in the Rhodesian Bush War with the Rhodesian Light Infantry, then he had done five years in the REP. After that he had joined the Isreali army. I met him as he had rejoined the REP.

Ron (he insisted we call him by his first name despite being a corporal) came and ate with me one day and asked what I was doing there. I was confused, I mean what were any of us doing there? What was he doing there? Then he told me to go home.

I was stunned. "What do you mean?", I asked

"Don't Bleep up your life like I have" he said. "You are still a kid, so it's not too late, but you need to get out of here now otherwise you are going to end up worse than anyone around here". This was a shock as I respected and liked him.

Years later, I heard how Ron Pereversoff died whilst fighting against the Serbs for the Kosovars. He was a Lieutenant commanding a company. They were joined by a bunch of "mujahedin" volunteers who were immediately disgusted to find a Jew fighting on their side. One night they shot him in the head while he was sleeping.

I was sent to the compagnie d'éclairage et d'appui (reconnaissance and support) and to SML, the heavy mortar platoon. This decision was literally made by the Colonel flipping a coin to decide who would go where. No one wanted to end up in SML. This was considered the harshest and least glamorous of the whole REP. The men there were also the fittest and nearly all needed their heads read. I was unlucky.

Y was also there for his attempted suicide. A friend was raped repeatedly. This would happen at night when we were locked in our cells (we would get about three hours to sleep and would do hard labour the rest of the time). We did not know which of the guards was doing it, but we could hear it and then we would hear the poor guy crying. We pretended not to know what was happening so as to leave the poor guy some dignity.

After my twenty days, I mistakenly thought my punishment was over. Actually it was only beginning.

On being released, the first person I saw was Sergeant-Chef R. He quietly told me that I was forbidden to speak to another Legionnaire except when directly necessary for the work. If I disobeyed he would "hand me over to the Caporal-Chefs for their pleasure".

It is difficult to explain what it it means to remain totally silent in a team under extreme pressure and stress. The others don't know why you are just staring at them and ignoring them and they very quickly begin to hate you. To make it even worse the corporals spread a little lie that I had told the MPs where Frank was. Never mind the obvious fact that they never found him. The guys were to stressed and angry to care. They wanted my blood.

One night I walked into our particular barrack room and found four of my fellow legionnaires seated in a row. This was clearly unusual because we were never allowed to do anything except stand, other than to sleep. Furthermore, other fellow legionnaires were crowded around and all the Corporals were there.

The door closed behind me. The largest man among us all called Miles, then told me I was going to be "tried" for "grassing on Frank". He was a former Scots Guard, about six foot five and 250 lbs and covered in messy tattoos. I am only six foot and at that stage weighed about 165 lbs.

Miles ordered me to "salute the court". I stared at him and did nothing, so he tried to slam both hands against my ears.

I let him have it. I boxed as a kid and was always a lot faster and stronger than people expected, especially for my size and age. He was completely over confident and really didn't see it coming. I had also reached the end of my tether long back and was close to losing my mind.

I ended up standing over him with a steel stool in my hand, ready to bring it down on his head. It would have killed him stone dead.

An American called P was shouting at me to "do it".

I looked around and saw Caporal O rubbing broken glass from a bottle into his scalp in frustration. I dropped the stool and looked around. I walked out.

After that I did better and better physically and I became extremely aggressive. I would fight anybody who even looked at me the wrong way. I earned the respect of the corporals, sergeants and officers. But, the reason for my aggression was, I was beginning to hate myself.

At the end of my basic training I was chosen to be sent to the REP. The Sergeant-Chef got chatty with me before I left and started giving me all sorts of advice for when I got there. I ignored him.

Before I had even gone 20 meters a fist knocked me to the ground from behind. I was ordered to my feet and then immediately knocked down again. This went on until I was knocked unconscious. Then a bucket of water was thrown over me and the corporals started again. The method was not to use a fist as that hurt the fist and left marks. Instead the base of the palm was used.

A week later I took off over the fence with Frank, a British ex-2 Para bloke, much older than me, who had served in the Falklands war and in Northern Ireland.

We went to my old school. We would run cross country during the night and sleep in small woods, "spooning" against the cold (December at the base of the Pyrenees), as we both only had our track suits on.

When we arrived there I left Frank out in a nearby treeline and walked in. The rector told me that the Military Police and Gendarmes had just left. I explained that I just wanted to make a phone call and get something out of the bag that I had left there for safekeeping.

I got a pile of clothes and all the money I had and gave it to Frank. A teacher friend at the school gave him a lift as far as he could. I never saw him again.

Then I sat down with the teacher and explained what I needed to do.

We called the barracks and asked to speak to the Colonel commanding the regiment.

We were put through to a Commandant (Major). The teacher explained that I was there, and wanted to tell him something over the phone with the teacher listening. (French phones then had an extra ear-piece so that a second person could listen) I told him everything. He said that if it were true it was a disgrace. Then I told him I was coming back.

The teacher drove me to the front gate and the MPs took me into custody.

I was ordered into my parade uniform and went immediately before the Colonel. My company commander, a Captain was also there.

In short, I was accused of everything under the sun. No mention was made of all the shit going on in our unit.

I was sentenced to 40 days. Then the Colonel said that because I was the first Legionnaire he had ever heard of that had voluntarily come back after taking off from basic training, I would only have to do 20 days in honour of "my balls".

I was sent to the guard house. There was a courtyard, open to the winter sky. I was stripped down, doused in icy water and then beaten with rubber truncheons. This was my welcome, it would only get worse.

After 24 hours of hell I was put with the other "punis". I joined them as they were eating at attention. A Caporal-Chef called Polar was standing on the table. The Legionnaire he was standing in front of was J.

When Frank and I had gone over the fence, J had freaked out and run. He had been caught by the Gendarmes within a few hours. He had been given 40 days. His face was swollen so badly that his eyes were just slits. His whole head was a mass of bruises.

Polar asked him laughing, "Who is the best Caporal-Chef"?

J replied, "Caporal-Chef Polar". Polar punched him in his already pulverized face.

J began to cry like a child. "All the Caporal-Chefs are the same" he said.

Polar thought this was hilarious and said, "When I hit my wife she cries, so I hit her again because then she pisses and when she pisses she doesn't cry".

I spent twenty days under this sick piece of shit.