This country Dan tire me.. imagine fuel of 170 naira few years ago Dan turn 1k at Tinubu regime..

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Oceanfl0w:
Today, Nigeria will face off with Angola in the AFCON 2023 Quarter Finals.

What is your prediction of the match?

How

This is good news for Nigerian entertainment not otherwise

RickyJesus:
Exploiting the Nigeria population as usual.

DIVINE CHANCE
God just PITIED me for everything in HIS GRACE ranging from provision to protection

Odewaleadesoye:
Dearest Members of Nairaland Forum, kindly define year 2023 using just a 'word'.

Mine;


Kindly supply your own definition using just a 'word'.

DIVINE CHANCE
GOD JUST PITIED ME IN HIS LOVE, PROTECTION, GUIDANCE AND MERCY

I AM GRATEFUL

Dannydrums889:
Hello Nairalanders

Happy Festive Season 🎊🎈🎉

As we all know that year (2023) is gradually coming to an end

So this year has been a great one to some people while some is "Let's just thank God" and some is the other direction

So tell us in one word how the year 2023 is to you

MINE: Is splendid and fabulous

So tell us your own

Lucky Dube

Aonkuuse:


Source: https://trendygists.com/2023/12/07/young-man-dies-of-drugs-overdose-during-intercourse-with-a-lady-in-delta-photos/

I am a man but Y all need to shut up about this pussy-talk..

If e easy, go get your range Bruv..

These girls are ballin and if it is their pussy that is generating the shit for them., that's their problem not yours..

Go and get your pussy and range rover and stop complaining..

Dayyum

Helpfromabove1:


Wait are we to congratulate her or her pussy because na her pussy do the hard labour

Lol

Some comments can make me laughing..

TrustNone:
what does sesame street means?
I'm 30

Funny cos IT'S CREATIVE
Ain't lyin

Pooldrowning:
I remember when I was kid. One day I visited my grandmother in village. She was very kind and wise lady. She asked me to sit beside her and told me a golden statement. She said, daughter one day some people will waste their time reading your comment.


So today is that day 😊

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Back to the topic. Pls me, I still prefer to eat like the second photo

It is very comfortable culturally

Very very funny
Me too was thinking Quaker oats ooo
Won't lie

What is the oatmeal they are talking about tho..

RingRoadCartel:
Oatmeal as in una wan dey pour stew on top Quaker Oats? I nor understand.

Remove LAX and D'banj from that list

Antoeni:
As it's Now Portable is Far Bigger Than


Orezi
Skales
Omawumi
Sasha
Tony Tetuila
Weird MC
YungSix
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Essence
KSB
Joe El
L.A.X
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Add your own

Boss u badt ooo
Your post funny me die.

Think9ja:
Some people go just decide on a very good day to come nairaland come choke us with their achievements in the name of seeking advice.

If no be 1M job for naija, E go be visa or scholarship to Moon. E go come make you begin think like say na look you come this world come look.


E go better


God no go shame us

My advice is to join the Nigeria Army and work your posting to Sambisa.

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The book your man is reading tho in that image is funny tho.. lol

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OnlyFiction:
IF Naira marley's story was in the bible, it will look like this.

.MORBID FAME CHAPTER 1


And it came to pass in the Nigerian industry of Arts and Music a young man from the state of Lagos sojourned amongst mortal men. His name was Naira the son of Marley. He was of a slender frame and the hair on his head fell in twisted locks of dread like the Samson of Olden times.
However unlike Samson who rode on the strength of his right arm to conquer and deliver Philistines for glory and fame. Naira the son of Marley relied on the power of his heavy voice and strange tunes. Tunes that made the son of men yearn for the pleasures of this world, it appealed to their desire to conquer the buttocks of women and drink strong wine and smoke the glorious hemp of the country side of India. So thus like Samson, Naira's fame also spread abroad from state to state and country to country, his chambers were filled with gold and his neck with silver and precious stones. His waist had no belt yet his cupboards were filled with a thousand trousers.
Lo and behold many parents said one on to themselves let us send forth our sons to learn and tarry under him like Joseph in the house of Portiphar for this man bears glory in his right hand and power on the left.
So it was, that a lone father of a certain young man whose name was Moh the son of bad, journeyed forth like Nicodemus under the cover of night to the palace of Naira. Now, when Naira beheld the face of the man's son he covered his face and shouted at his father: 'What is this that you have done? Why have you brought before me a man that carries the noon day sun on his forehead?' Or has thou come to render me blind? But Moh knelt down and spake softly unto him saying, it is not so my Lord, I pray thee, right from the day of my birth, My father and my mother, my step mother, my brother, sister and all the host of my kinsmen all call me the light, My Lord if it pleases you thou may address me as Imòle which is the light.'. And Naira marvelled at the young man and said; 'what meaneth these things?' So he tested him and said; 'sing me a song.' and Moh immediately responded with a Melodious tune and when Naira heard the sound of his music, he said! 'it is like sweet smelling savor, indeed I shall call you Imòle. Come under my wing and be with me. For I have taken I liking for you.' When he had said this Moh's father jumped and rejoiced and sung a song unto the Lord saying[i], 'A great light has emerged from my loin and through him my darkness will be rolled away like a carpet.'[/i] And outside the palace he built a small tenth unto the Lord and called it Imolède.
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2

And Naira indeed took Moh under his wing and of a true thing he noticed that the boy was special, for it was as though the hand of the Lord was upon him. His songs also travelled wide that it was hard to believe that it was a novice who had sung them. Thus when the people listened to his music they would say 'Oh Naira has sung yet another one.' Hence the songs of Moh travelled than his own face. People knew his songs more than they knew him.
One day after many months, Moh ran out into the open streets and rented his clothes and shouted at the top of his voice.
' Hear me oh Nigeria, for I can no longer bear, if I die, know that my master is the killer.'
But when people heard this they scratched their head and said unto themselves; who is this man again? and what are these things from his mouth? for we know Naira and the works of his hand, and the only thing he has ever killed is the beats of his music. but again we shall wait for his Master's mouth for we do not believe this man.' Only one man came out and said 'I believe him.' His name was Bella the son of Shmurda
And when his master finally spoke on the matter he said.
'People of the world take the words from that man's mouth with a pinch of salt, for he is an addict, who smokes better than even I. He drags hemp in the day and ice at night, even the words of his songs he no longer knows.' And it so it was that more people believed the Master more than his servant.

3


'Moh the son of bad, left his master's house to work on his own accord. Even so he still reasoned within himself saying; what shall I do to make the world believe me? For my words hold know substance before these people. Indeed the testimony of the poor is vanity, and wisdom of the voiceless is regarded as folly. so he concluded saying I shall sing more songs and tell my story in them. And so he tried, he sang Peace and Feel good and Beast and peace but those that heard only groved to the melody of the sound, and the others still did not believe.
After many months News came to the world that Moh the Son of Bad had indeed died, and confusion immediately besieged the world. What is this? They asked one on to themselves, who killed him? And others screamed, oh he was far too young! No, to the bottom of this we shall get.
Behold some moments after his death, men and testimonies from different corners of country began to arise. Many of them spake softly saying indeed the testimonies from the mouth of the dead man is indeed true. His friend did not tell a lie and his death was not empty handed.
And shock shook the whole industry; what is this that has come upon us? And how doth the lie of the living become truth in death? What shall the father say and the mother. Many a people went back to play the words of his songs and shout oh, Was it him who sang this? Oh was it him who wrote this?. Oh I thought this was Naira. Was this truly the face to this song? Thus the man Moh became more famous in death than in life
And many stood up in their hundreds thousands to mourn renting their clothes, and many mothers cursed marley with the curse of the breasts. And the men swore potent threats at him. And the nation screamed for Justice, and craved for whatever else lay hidden in the secret to be brought to light. That same light that made the man Moh name himself Imòle, for like the son of man, he had perished so that the grave darkness and fearsome secrets in his industry be revealed. And so it is unto this very day both the young and the old the husband man and the fairmaidens are all screaming for Justice, and Yea Justice shall
prevail.



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brainhack:
HE STILL SPEAKS

A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible Study. The Pastor had shared about listening to God and obeying the Lord's voice. The young man couldn't help but wonder, "Does God still speak to people?"

After service he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they discussed the message. Several different ones talked about how God had led them in different ways. It was about ten o'clock when the young man started driving home. Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, "God.. If you still speak to people speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to obey."

As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest thought, stop and buy a gallon of milk. He shook his head and said out loud, "God is that you?" He didn't get a reply and started on toward home. But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk. The young man thought about Samuel and how he didn't recognize the voice of God, and how little Samuel ran to Eli. "Okay, God, in case that is you, I will buy the milk." It didn't seem like too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk.

He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home. As he passed Seventh street, he again felt the urge, "Turn down that street." This is crazy he thought and drove on past the intersection.

Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street. At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh. Half jokingly, he said out loud, "Okay, God, I will". He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop.

He pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in semi-commercial area of town. It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst of neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark like the people were already in bed.

Again, he sensed something, "Go and give the milk to the people in the house across the street." The young man looked at the house. It was dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they were already asleep.

He started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat. "Lord, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I will look stupid."

Again, he felt like he should go and give the milk. Finally, he opened the door, "Okay God, if this is you, I will go to the door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look like a crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will count for something but if they don't answer right away, I am out of here."
He walked across the street and rang the bell.

He could hear some noise inside. A man's voice yelled out, Who is it? What do you want?" Then the door opened before the young man could get away.

The man was standing there in his jeans and t-shirt. He looked like he just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn't seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep. "What is it?" The young man thrust out the gallon of milk,"Here, I brought this to you."

The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway speaking loudly in Spanish. Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face. The man began speaking and half crying, "We Were just praying. We had some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn't have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to get some milk."

His wife in the kitchen yelled out, "I ask him to send an Angel with some. Are you an Angel?" The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he had on him and put in the man's hand.

He turned and walked back toward his car and the tears were streaming down his face. He knew that God still answers prayers.

Arsenal and Chelsea

Their mata tire me.. as in

Sin will devour a man to pieces

TECNO products are very good especially when you talk of battery power, android updates and cameras so I can think this is a good development.

But please TECNO managers, make the cost affordable for people to go for it cos the economy aint smiling for no man.. won't lie.. NA GOD DEY Keep man nowadays.

Messi is a drop gorgeoous GOAT for life but Ronaldo is UNCOMPARABLE.. Boy too complete..