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How is that a crime. All our elected officers are impersonating our electoral mandate!

with a steady source of income and house rent of two years - have between 300k to 700k

toyota3:
I thought buhari was in the 3rd picture#ABOKIDINHO

I was going to say the same thing, but buhari is replaced with GEJ

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- Paul Aigbogun (Head Coach)
- Abdullahi Maikaba (Asst coach 1)
- Abubakar Bala (Asst Coach 2)
- Hassan Abdallah (Scouting)
- Suleiman Shuaibu (Goalkeepers’ Trainer)

May your marriage be success right from day 1 and forever

OboOlora:
He looks sober in that first pic

OboOlora Sober or OboOnisan Sober or OboOniru Sober

She made me feel like grabbing

Sunshinewpx:


where are your proofs?

By By Chris Onuoha
(Story Edited By Cantok)
The quest for greener pastures abroad by some Nigerian youths is on the increase despite calls by concerned citizens to desist from such practices. In a true life story, Damilola Falodun, a 22-year old native of Ekiti State is one of such victims who escaped and returned from Oman, Middle East by sheer grace. Having lost both parents in one year, a period in time when life should have been bubbling as a promising junior level (OND) student at Moshood Abiola Polytechnic, Abeokuta in 2014, things took a nose dive for Damilola Falodun as she could not continue her education. She was in a sudden labyrinth, having no one to actually depend on as her siblings were in the same survival dilemma.

Her story is one case too many among others who either have died or do not know how to get back to Nigeria. Her story:

"I am a native of Ekiti State and live at Oluwaga area of Ipaja, Lagos State. Currently, my parents are late. For quite a period of time, about seven years, I never got to see him until his death in 2014. He was separated from my mother when I was much younger, and came home sparingly and after my step sister got married, he stopped coming home. I was 19 years old then and in school, preparing for my Ordinary National Diploma first semester exam (OND) when I received a call from home announcing that my dad was dead. As I was trying to get over his death, another death occurred and it was my mother, just four months after my father’s death. This occurred during the start of my second semester exams. As a result, I could not sit for it and that was how I dropped out of school without any result. My mother became hypertensive and did not survive it.

THE IDEA OF TRAVELING ABROAD
When I stopped schooling, I didn’t get anyone to help or fund my education. I started to work as a customer care service person at a Multichoice outlet in Ilupeju, Lagos with my Industrial attachment (IT) letter from my school since I couldn’t finish my studies. From there the idea of travelling abroad to better my condition was introduced to me by these friends, Taye and Kehinde, twin sisters who were also working in the same resort.

According to them, it is easy to work and continue education abroad than here in Nigeria and I consented. They also told me that working abroad is hourly, that it would enable me to create time for studies. The same twin sisters introduced me to a traveling agent, who was a pastor of a church. The pastor who was very frequent at the resort for business was very handy to handle the transaction without us knowing his office. We trusted and believed him because, as a man of God, everything he does would be genuine.

After about two months without seeing the visa, we decided to go to the agency by ourselves only to discover that the pastor has duped us and disappeared with our money. In our bewilderment and still trying to overcome the shock, the owner of the office he used told us that since we were still interested in traveling, another option was Oman in the Middle East. One of us became courageous and decided to go. She eventually left for Oman and after some months, she encouraged us to come through a coded SMS message from Oman. Within one week, after paying the agency from the money I saved from working at the resort, the visa was handed over to me en-route to Oman.

Life in the Middle East
On arrival at the Oman airport, a driver was sent to pick me alongside other African girls. While on the way to their office, our passports and other traveling documents were taken from us. I was not privy to the nature of the job until we were told that the only job available in Oman for the African girls was house-help job called ‘Shangala’ in Oman language and prostitution.

I also noticed that the reason the girl that left before us could not divulge any information to us was because every document including phone was taken from her. The only means of communication was a coded text messages under the scrutiny of the masters. Under the contract agreement signed here in Nigeria by the agents, unknown to us, communication or the use of phone was not allowed; hence it would be taken away from us.

It was a two year arrangement contracted by Nigerians secretly, in collaboration with their Omanis counterparts there. The Omani agents would pay about N700, 000 to agents in Nigeria which would be used to facilitate our tickets, visas and traveling documents. But the dubious Nigerian agents would also demand about N600, 000 from us for the same purpose already paid for by the Omani agents.

YOU ARE OUR PROPERTY
This contract was an only girls’ affair, boys are not allowed. Their targets were naïve young girls who showed some elements of desperation to travel abroad. They would deceive the girls that the salary was about $5,000 a month and on hearing such, any girl in need would jump at it. In Oman, we were told by the Omani lords in a simple language, “You are our property. We have bought you for two years and you don’t own yourself until you finish the contract.” This was why our passports were taken away from us; they called it their own property until we were done with the contract. Now, the irony is that, the so called masters would apply some tricks that would make you not to last for three months in a place. The moment you became frustrated and wanted to change from your home to another home, the entire contract would be canceled, and you would start all over again.

The JOB DESCRIPTION & CONDITIONS OF SERVICE.
The job description was horrible. As a maid, you have no rest for a whole year. We must serve an extended home of about six to seven families. In Oman, they keep nuclear homes and each housemaid served the entire homes without rest or any holiday. Other inhuman treatments include sexual harassment, violent physical attack by wicked masters, while some would push you out to make sure you did not complete your contract. Moreover, every salary you work for before the completion of the contract would be paid in advance to the agents in Oman. You can only have access to your salary when you complete a contract with a house. Information about work condition was kept secret and you dare not use their phone in their absence. My first work experience was in a home at Nizwa city, Oman – a family of five children with a little child to babysit. The wife worked and catered for the family while the man stayed at home doing nothing.
I became vulnerable to the idle man in the house. I was harassed sexually every moment the wife went to work and he would not allow me to concentrate on my job and at the same time threatened me with all sorts of things. The ordeal continued everyday on a daily basis.

ATTEMPT TO COMMUNICATE
As we were not allowed to have phone of our own, I tried to device means of getting a phone to use knowing fully well that the only way I could get out of this situation was to communicate with anybody outside the city or country who could hear me out. With the little money I saved secretly, I managed to acquire a small phone. So many girls have been killed without trace because there’s nothing like communication or a community gathering of foreign workers in that land.

[center]"On one fateful day when the wife left for work, he noticed that I was alone in the kitchen and began to advance towards me without his clothes on. Instinctively, I placed the phone on video recording without his knowledge. As he approached to get hold of me by force, I pretended to be helpless, pleading with him to spare me. He became more daring when he observed that I am not putting up any resistance to shove him off. While he grabbed my hand, still stark naked, the video recorded everything and within ten seconds of struggle with him I cleverly pushed him down and ran out of the house with the phone unknown to him. At that moment, he became angry and went upstairs to plan how to get rid of me. I stayed at the gate until the wife came back from work. When she saw me on arrival, I didn’t let her ask me a question before I told her to take me back to the job agency’s office."[/center]

My intention was not to disclose anything to them because if they knew, they would manage the situation to suit themselves and eventually get rid of me. I kept mute until I got to the office, narrated the whole ordeal and showed them the video recording of what transpired in the kitchen. They were all surprised and asked me how I managed to do that. I pretended to be naïve and answered that I didn’t know where the courage came from. I stayed with the agency for close to two weeks before I could get another suitable family to work with.

"Then, how did you manage to find your way back home under such tight situation?"
When the situation became unbearable, I started thinking fast on how to wriggle myself out. One day I decided to tell the new family I worked with that my parents died. Although, since I knew they were dead and long gone, I did not have any sense of guilt using that to pave way for me to come back home. Funny enough, they became sympathetic but at some point, played down on it and asked me to stay and adopt them as foster parents. When I refused, they became hesitant to let me go claiming my contract with them had not ended. I then told them that it was a strong tradition in my place that female children must bury their dead parents and if I didn’t see my parents’ corpse, I would die. It was really tough as they could not agree. They communicated with the agency to hold me in the office for some time just to know if I would change my mind. I was very desperate to return to Nigeria because stories of missing black girls or dead ones found on the streets became a daily occurrence. My coming home was a privilege because it seemed as if God gave me another chance to live.

"Who funded your ticket back home?"
I communicated with a family relation living in the United States who had wanted to take me out before when my mother was still alive. When she got to know about how I was suffering in Oman, she quickly responded and sent a ticket to me. When I told the agency that I had a ticket to travel home, they were initially hesitant but they eventually brought out my passport and cancelled Oman Visa in it. They then took me to the airport and handed me the passport at the point of exit. They did that so that I would not change my mind and return to Oman to live as a free person. I came back to Nigeria in May 2017 after spending about two horrible years in Oman.



"How were you received when you returned?"
In the first place, I was very grateful to God for sparing my life over there. Since my family was poor, they did not know what I passed through. I purposely did not want them to know because everyone was battling for survival too. I came back and quietly went to a senior sister’s place for a good rest I never had for the two years I stayed in Oman. It was later that I told my sister all that happened.

"What did you do to integrate yourself back into the society?"
I stayed with my sister while planning to get myself back into the society. In the process, I heard about the Queen Moremi Ajasoro beauty pageant. I had known the Kabieyesi, Ooni of Ife from a distance because he owns the Inagbe Resort where I worked before I left for Oman. I applied for the competition and was selected after the audition.

"So, how were you discovered?"
After passing through the beauty contest audition, we were taken to a camp for preparation for the final pageant. In-between the many programmes streamlined for the final stage, personal interviews were one of them. While I passionately told my story to the coordinator of the pageant, Princess Ronke Ademiluyi, she developed interest in me immediately. She went further to alert the Ooni, kabieyesi about my story and later championed the cause for my proper integration into the society. Although, I couldn’t make it to the finals of the competition but grace of God found me when kabieyesi became interested in my case and offered me a scholarship to help me get back to school.



"Did you at any time look for the pastor who duped you in the first place?"
There was no need for that because even before we left, he had disappeared. He worked using a fake name likewise many of them and did not have a permanent place. As for the second agent that facilitated the trip, it was a woman without a face as well. We learnt she worked with syndicates in various African countries, Tanzania, Zimbabwe, Ethiopia and some West African countries. For all the girls that we met in Oman, they tell similar stories of how the same woman connects them to Oman. As I speak, she has remained faceless.

Read more at: https://www.vanguardngr.com/2018/05/humiliating-ordeal-slave-oman-22-year-old-nigerian-girl-2/

national Assembly Should Summon the Following People on Behalf of Nigerians:

Abubakar Shekau
Nnamdi Kanu
Obasanjo
Mujahid Dokubo‑Asari
Ateke Tom
Evans the Kidnapper

All are slayers. Beware

Queenext:
Awon learner's united...

No mind it. dey shuld kam an lan frem IBORI, Melaye on how to write the book on how to fight corruption

symbianDON:
did the goat swallow 36m cedis

No let American thunder fire you oo

y him wia uniform to take picture

This must be a BABA SALA Judge

CC: lalasticlala

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meanwhile another FTC in a while










thanks to mods and the OP

massmediang:
http://massmediang.com/judicial-reform-how-ghana-judge-was-sacked-after-receiving-just-a-goat-as-bribe/

Phone prices are rising, both fake and original

Why use dino m tho?

Money talks

All the gals (general name for girls) and geh (benin name for girls) will never contribute on this forum!

Elenu rirun..Mhhhmmmm

CastedDude:
Men of the Nigeria police force Kwara command have arrested six confirmed cultists listed below;
1.Abolaji Safti Ojulari of Kankatu area, Ilorin.
2. Lanre Mohammed Soliu aka Askari of Ile Nda Compound, Ilorin.
3. Azeez Moyaki of Moyaki Compound, Gambari area Ilorin.
4. Suleiman Babatunde of Gambari Area, Ilorin.
5. Yusuf Habeeb of Kangile Village, Kulende, Ilorin.
6. Umar Yahaya of Kangile Village, Kulende, Ilorin.

NCAN & Religious Activity Examiners

Expensive Adventurism

Red Card to APC Butchers in the markit!

Tellemall:


Very similar to the Nigerian story. You do not really believe the present gerontocracy is not corrupt, do you? Probably worse than the one before it.

MMMHH