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I'm most certain you started taking your bottles from the entrance to the club, no wonder you your vision changed as soon as you entered. Next time, you should enter, observe what you see around before taking bottles for better memories.

So...wharrappen to the rest of the story?

In case you didn't read properly before making your comments... She said the deal was approved on merit but not without Tinubu consulting her (that is a normal extra effort by a business-minded individual to ensure business success), that is not to say she was forced/bribed to approve it. She was only putting the record straight that as a minister, she worked with everybody; whether opposition or not and all contracts were awarded on merit!

Dear Nairalanders, always read carefully before making comments to avoid unnecessary insults.

Berrilite:
Did Linda stole your pic from your phone?

Oga!!! This shot can kill someborry o. Always check before posting.

The latest and best phone for that amount if I may advice is Infinix Hot2 with 1G RAM,16G Internal Memory but if you can add about 2k to it you can get the one with 2G RAM,16G Internal Memory. I've bought it and for my colleague at work and we are all enjoying it.

Abacha!

SirWere:
Iranu

Number 3 fisherman caught the fish

Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years with us. Hubby's father passed away while he was still very young. Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see him through to a university degree. You could say that she suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to bring hubby to where he is today. I immediately agreed and started packing the spare room, which has a balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, suddenly just picked me up and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to put me down, he said; "Let’s go fetch mother".

Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to rest on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any moment put the tiny me into his pockets. Whenever we have an argument and both refuses to back down, he would pick me up and spin me over his head continuously until I surrender and beg for mercy. I became addicted to this kind of panic-joy feeling.

Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle. For example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room, she could not stand it and would comment; "I do not know how you young people spend your money, what do you buy flowers for? You can't eat flowers!" I smiled and said; "Mum, with flowers in the house, our mood will also become better." Mother continues to grumble away, and hubby smiled; "Mum, this is a city-people’s habit; slowly you will get used to it". This went on until mother stopped saying anything.
But every time thereafter, whenever I came home with flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I told her and she would shake her head to express displeasure. Sometimes, when I come home with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every item how much they cost, I would tell her honestly and she would get even more upset about it. Hubby playfully pinched my nose and said; "You little fool, just don't tell her the full price of everything would solve it." There begins the friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle.

Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the breakfast. “In your view, how could the man of the house cook for the wife?” At the breakfast table, mother facial expression is always like the dark clouds before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice. She would use her cutleries and make a lot of noise with it as her silent protest. As I am a dance teacher in the Children's Palace and am exhausted from a long day of dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of that additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf ear to all the protest mother makes.
From time to time, mother would help out with some housework, but soon her help created additional work for me. For example; she would keep all kinds of plastic bags accumulating them so that she sell them later on, and resulted in our house being filled with all the trash bags; she would scrimp on dish washing detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so as not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash them again. One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and "Gbam!" she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room. Hubby was placed in a difficult position, and after that, he did not speak to me for that entire night. I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but he totally ignored me. I got mad and asked him; "What did I do wrong?" Hubby stared at me and said; "Can't you just give in to her once? We couldn't possibly die eating from a bowl however unclean it is, right?" After that incident, for a long period of time, mother did not speak to me and you can feel that there is a very awkward feeling hanging in the house.

During that period of cold war, hubby was caught in dilemma as to who to please. In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast, mother took on the "all important" task of preparing breakfast without any prompting. At the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily eating his breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having failed to perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work. That night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me; "LD, is it because you think that mum's cooking is not clean that's why you chose not to eat at home?" He then turned his back on me and left me alone in tears as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me. After some time, hubby sighed; "LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?" I am left with no choice but to return to the breakfast table.

The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt a sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing up my throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I could not. I threw down the bowl, rushed into the washroom, and vomited everything out. Just as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudly in her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring at me with fire burning in his eyes. I opened my mouth but no words came out of it, I really did not mean it.

We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us, then stood up and slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs. For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call. I was so furious, since mother arrived; I had been trying my best and putting up with her, what else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep having the feeling to throw up and I simply have not appetite for food, coupled with all the events happening at home, I was at the low point in my life. Finally, a colleague said; "LD, you look terrible; you should go and see a doctor." The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant.

Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense of sadness floated through that otherwise happy news. Why didn't hubby, and mother who had been through this before, thought of the possibility of this being the reason that day? At the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing there. It had only been three days, but he looked haggard. I had wanted to turn and leave, but one look at him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist and called out to him. He followed my voice and finally found me but he pretended that he doesn't know me; he has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right through my heart. I told myself not to look at him anymore, and hail a cab. At that moment, I have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby; "Darling, I am having your baby!" and have him lift me up and spin me around in circles of joy. What I wanted didn't happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears started rolling down. Why? Why couldn't our love even withstand the test of one fight?

Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted look in his eyes. I cried and wet the corner of the blanket. That night, sound of the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face. He was removing the money. I stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank deposit book and some money and left the house. Maybe he really intends to leave me for good. What a rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters. I gave a few dried laugh and tears starting streaming down again.

The next day, I did not go to work. I wanted to clear this out and have a good talk with hubby. I reached his office and his secretary gave me a weird look and said; "Mr. Tan's mother had a traffic accident and is now in the hospital." I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and by the time I found hubby, mother had already passed away. Hubby did not look at me,
His face was expressionless. I looked at mother's pale white and thin face and I couldn't control the tears in my eyes. “O my God! How could this happen?”

Throughout the funeral, hubby did not say a single word to me, with only the occasional disgusted stare at me. I only managed to find out brief facts about the accident from other people. That day, after mother left the house, she walked in dazed toward the bus stop, apparently intending to go back to her old house back in the countryside. As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as she tried to cross the street, a public bus came and hit her. I finally understood how much hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up that morning, if we had not quarreled, if... In his heart, I am indirectly the killer of his mother.

Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every night with a strong liquor smell all over him. And me, I am buried under the guilt and self-pity and could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in his eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back in. I had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough scolding, though none of these events happening had been my fault at all.

Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, hubby came home later and later. The deadlock between us continues, we were living together like strangers who don't know each other. I am like the dead knot in his heart. One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking into the glass window, I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and he very lightly brushed her hair for her, I understood what it meant. After recovering from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front of my hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have nothing to say to him, and there is no need to say anything. The girl looked at me, looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby stretched out his hand and stopped her. He stared back at me, challenging me. I can only hear my slow heart, beating one by one as if at the brink of death. I eventually backed down, if I had stood that any longer, I will collapse together with the baby inside me. That night, he did not come home; he had chosen to use that as a way to indicate to me- following mother's death so did our love for each other.

He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned home from work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched - he had returned to take some of his stuff. I no longer wish to call him; the initial desire to explain everything to him vanished. I lived alone; I go for my medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife through the physical examination. My office colleagues hinted me to consider aborting the baby; I told them “No, I will not”. I insisted on having to this baby, perhaps it is my way of repaying mother for causing her death.

One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the living room. The whole house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there was this piece of paper. I know what it is all about without even looking at it. In the two months plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to find peace within myself. I looked at him, removed my hat and said; "You wait a while, I will sign." He looked at me, mixed feelings in his eyes, just like mine. As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself "You cannot cry, you cannot cry..." my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears come out from there. After I hung up my coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at my bulging tummy. I smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pulled the paper towards me. Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name on it and pushed the paper to him. "LD, are you pregnant?" Since mother's accident, this is the first time he spoke to me. I could not control my tears any further and they fell like raindrops. I said; "Yes, but its ok, you can leave now." He did not go, in the dark, we sat, facing each other. Hubby slowly moved over me, his tears wet the blanket. In my heart, everything seems so far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could never reach them. I cannot remember how many times he repeated "sorry" to me. I had originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I can't. In the western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his eyes, I will never forget, ever. We have drawn such deep scars in each other's heart. For me, it's unintentional; for him, totally intentional. I had been waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but I realized now, what had gone past is gone forever and could not be repeated.

Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some warmth to my heart, I am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything he buys for me, I don't take any presents from him and I stopped talking to him. From the moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love had vanished from my heart. Sometimes, when hubby comes into the bedroom, as soon as he walks in, I will walk out to the living room. He had no choice but to sleep in mother's room. At night, from his room, I would hear light sounds of groaning, I kept quiet. This used to be his trick. Sometimes; when our relationship was prim and proper, whenever I ignore him, he would fake illness and I will surrender and find out what is wrong with him, he would then grab me and laugh. He has forgotten that last time I cared for him and am concerned because there was love, but now, what is there between us? Hubby's groaning continued, however, I continuously ignored him.

Oftentimes, he would buy something for the baby, infant products, children products and books that kids like to read. Bags and bags of it stacked inside his room till it is full. I know he is trying to use this to reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions. Hubby had no choice but to lock himself up in his room and I would hear him typing away on the computer, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing but none of that matters to me anymore.

It was sometime towards the end of spring in the following year, one late night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, hubby came rushing into the room, dressed up like he had been waiting for this moment. He carried me and ran down the stairs, stopped a car, holding my hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat off my brow, throughout the journey to the hospital. Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and hurried into the delivery suite. Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed my mind; In my lifetime, who else would love me as much as he did? He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in; his warm eyes caused me to manage a smile at him despite my contraction pain. Coming out of the delivery room, hubby looked at our son and me, eyes tear with joy and he kept smiling. I reached out and touched his hand. Hubby looked at me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I cried out for him in pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired eyes of his.... I had thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but the truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my body at that moment. Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had liver cancer, it was already in terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to last this long. I asked the doctor when he first discovered he had cancer. bDoctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying; "Prepare for his funeral."

I disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed home, I went into his room and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hits me. Hubby's cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I had thought that... the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our son; "Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a look at you before I fall. This is my biggest wish now. I know that in your life, you will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can accompany you throughout that journey, how nice would it be. But daddy now no longer has that chance. Daddy has written inside here all the possible difficulties and problems you may encounter during your lifetime, when you meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy's suggestion. Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have accompanied you through life journey. To be honest, daddy is very happy. Do love your mother, she has suffered, she is the one who loves you most and also the one who loves me most". From play school to primary school, to secondary, university, to work and even in dealing with questions of love, everything big and small was written there.

Hubby has also written a letter for me: "My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain I have caused you, forgive me for not telling you my illness, because I want to see you be in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby.... My dear, if you cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would smile, thank you for loving me. These presents, I'm afraid I cannot give them to our son personally, could you help me give some of them to him every year? The dates on which to give each of them are all written on the packaging."

Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I brought our son over and place him beside him. I said: "Open your eyes and smile, I want our son to remember being in the warmth of your arms." He struggled to open his eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in his arms was happily waving his tiny hands in the air. I pressed the button on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang through the air as tears slowly rolled down my face. A fatal misunderstanding and the person who loves me the most in this world is gone forever.
Putting pen to paper today I thought within myself…

“Cruel misunderstandings one after another disrupted the blissful footsteps to our family. Our original intent of having mother enjoyed some quiet and peaceful moments in her remaining years with us went terribly wrong as destiny's secret is finally revealed at a price, everything became too late."
This is a true story.

LEARNING POINT - DO NOT EVER HOLD ON TO OFFENSES!!!
I am totally speechless, this story brought tears to my eyes as I read through each line eager to know what would happen next. It truly showed the devastating power of grudges and anger! Simple humility and communication would have resolved most of the problems in that story, as well as patience. This story has really touched my heart and life as a whole and it has stimulated a paradigm shift. Though it is very sad, it is also very refreshing to know that from today, I can consciously start to live a life free of grudge. People please let's live a life devoid of grudge. Communication is the key.

8+6+17=31

Yellow!

[size=8pt]I'm suspecting a smart move by Team-B of the armed robbers. It is possible some of the people who burnt the vehicles are members of the gang who disguised as ordinary people to ensure no trace whatsoever is left behind. Obviously, the robbers knew they will not be able to set the vehicles ablaze as time will be against them, so they may have delegated that assignment to the Team B.

Just saying...

These are cute names...

Boy: Boyoyo

Girl: Titioyo

Twins: Akki and Pawpaw

Triplets: Shedrack, Meshack, and Bad Nigga

dammytosh:
Wetin he smoke ?

Ganja with spiced with dry pepper

I vote SANDRAHNAUB NLJega

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I vote Sandrahnaub cc NLJeja

This is what happens when you've had too much of sleep while you are supposed to be busy working on something productive. Anyways...may God cure your sleeping disease

Alexisu:
Magaji Dan Yamusa camp. Keffi.

Was there 13A.

Get well platoon 4 leader

A ti ri yin...Ex-corper!

Nice piece. This should make FP

The answer is 96![font=Lucida Sans Unicode][/font][/size][size=8pt][size=8pt][/size]

1 = 4... 1 x 4 = 4
2 = 8... 2 x 4 = 8
3 = 24... 3 x 8 = 24
4 = ??... 4 x 24 = 96

ShakurM:
Igbo kwenu!! Bizness with person life sef

Omo Igbo funrara e! If this kind person become our president, he'll embezzle all the monies and sell-off the people.

I think knowledge of history would go a long way to combat xenophobia such as we are currently seeing in some parts of our South Africa.

From time immemorial, people have moved in masses across borders mainly for economic and political reasons. The blacks in SA migrated from East Africa as part of the Bantu people, displacing the Khoisans in the process. The Afrikaners mainly came from the Netherlands in the 17th and 18th centuries. The Asians who are ironically mainly populated in Durban, the hotbed of xenophobia against black Africans at the moment, of course came from Asia.

Zimbabwe includes people from Kwazulu Natal (the Ndebeles) who fled from the rule of Shaka ONLY 175 years ago. Therefore, should these Ndebeles first be asked to go back to their KZN land before Zimbabweans (who include the Ndebeles themselves) and other "foreigners" vacate SA? Should hundreds of thousands descendants of Malawian and Mozambican economic migrants who flooded the then Southern Rhodesia/Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe) be send packing back to their origins? Oh, what about the descendants of the Spaniards in Argentina and the Europeans in general in America and Australia who all predominantly make up the populations of the lands they occupy today?

Someone came to SA in 1652 and another one this year. So what's the difference between the two? One was early and the other was late, but the fact remains that they both came from somewhere.

Ola Kris is a Nigerian Pastor and Movie Director in South Africa, one day after he had briefly shared with a young girl about the history of world migrations, she responded, "So we all have origins"! "Yes, we do", he said.

You see, if we start to demand that such and such people move away from our respective countries because they are "foreigners", history will demand that we all get back to where we came from and if you are a Bantu person are you prepared to go back to Tanzania or somewhere in East Africa where your forefather came from? So let's not throw stones when we all live in houses of glass.

Every country belongs to all the people who legally live in it so we may as well stop this xenophobia nonsense. Birds never collide in the sky. There's enough space in any country for anyone to fly as high as he or she wants. So don't blame a so-called foreigner for your plight. We live in a world full of opportunities; a global village. If you fancy you can better your life in Afghanistan, for example, then for goodness sake try your luck there. You would not have harmed anyone.

If everyone was xenophobic, Arnold Schwarzenegger, who was born in Austria, could not have become the 38th Governor of California and Obama, a son of a Kenyan, would not be the sitting President of America. This makes me think that its only a tiny minority amongst us who need to be freed from the yoke of xenophobia.

A "foreigner" who adds value to his adopted country is a good "foreigner" who deserves same respect given to a citizen who does the same. And there are many "foreigners" who are earning a honest living; from domestic workers to captains of industry. On the other hand, a "foreigner" who engages in criminal activities is as bad as a citizen who does the same. So crime has nothing to do with someone's nationality.

Let's combat xenophobia. Let's live in harmony regardless of our different nationalities, races and tribes in all the nations of the world. We all belong to the human race, which once shared one common land in the Garden of Eden!

Remember, a pen is mightier than the sword. So share this message to as many South Africans and non-South Africans as possible.

God bless South Africa. God bless Africa

Habba Koro! That was absolutely wrong!

Did you hear him mentioned the word "System" severally? That is to tell you GMB is a man who knows and understands that nothing can work except there are consciously established systems, and procedures are followed to make these systems work. He also acknowledge the need for integrity to work the systems! Pastor Tunde Bakare is a great man and there are several others who are brilliant cannot be intimidated by any means. Ride on Mr. President, we gat your back!