₦airaland Forum

blazingblender:
These ones no de go War Ooh
Na NDA children be these
Check the real ones in the battle field
Eyes de red nwanne

Juliearth:
Do we even talk about their excess demands during seminars? Someone I know spent close to 100k on refreshment. Then let's talk about the digital backwardness of asking students to print 15 copies of their research for content reading and criticism. What happened to soft copies? That was how I "wasted" 20k to print copies of my work.

2011. Going to work around 6am. Gave my sister in-law a ride. Around Customs Street, Yaba- not far from UNILAG- we saw a melee. Cars screeching. Bedlam. It was too late. I saw the guy. Right in front of our car. With bullets wrapped around him. Like the movies. Except that this was not a movie. Robbers. Fully armed. Shooting everything that moved. Had no time to think. I jumped out of the car. On motion. Forgot my driver. Forgot my sister in-law who sat at the back. Everyone for himself. God for us all. I ran. Under a hail of bullets. Dodging cars that were trying to make a u-turn. Grateful none hit me. I saw a mosque. It was the time of the Muslims call to prayers. I ran into the mosque. All the worshippers scattered. My trousers torn. My sister in-law couldn't escape. She was strapped in her seat belt. Robbers came. Saw her. Ransacked the car. But left her. We lived to tell the story.

2009. Going to work at Apapa. Coming from Yaba where I lived. Slow moving traffic at Tin Can Coconut. A guy in traffic. Supposedly selling gala or handkerchiefs. Green bag draped around his neck. I was half awake. Time was around 7am. Guy walked to my driver's side. I was seated in front. He knocked the window. Put his hand in his bag. Brought out a gun. Banged on the window. My driver was discombobulated. Elijah was his name. Confused. Scared. The guy thought we were uncooperative. It all happened very fast. He aimed his gun at me. Pulled the trigger. Time wasn't enough to say any prayer. The click was loud. The gun jammed. He looked at the gun. He looked at me. He took another aim. Pulled the trigger again. I was twice lucky. No, I was twice saved. By grace. I saw fear on his face. He started running. Jumped the median. Ran through traffic towards the ocean. I lived to tell the story.

Had a fatal accident in a bus at Awolowo junction at Bodija. Brake failure with bus on high speed. Somersaulted many times. Finally stopped with tyres in the air. I briefly lost consciousness. Then, I had the morbid fear of being burnt alive. I could see smoke. I crawled out through a window. Bleeding but I didn't even know. I started running. Then, I remembered my friend, DJ Korea was in the bus. I ran back to rescue him. I shouted his name until he crawled out. Six people were cold. Dead. I lived to tell the story.

1998. A soldier put his gun on my chest during the Abacha years. Led students on aluta. Bonfires everywhere. Soldiers were called out. One pulled out his gun. Face to face. I could feel his breath. The students I led abandoned me.Turned my back and ran. I lived to tell the story

Frayoworld:
Walahi I no understand

Olasyke:
Went for a filmmaking gig in Lagos. I was in the hotel and went on Instagram. I saw a random profile/stranger on my Instagram explore and when I came out of our hotel to purchase something, I saw the person, he also came to purchase something.
Fuxn unbelievable

AgubataAkokwa:
Ok

AgubataAkokwa:
Ok

ClassicMan202:
You'll take an antidote when you don't even the poison substance??

Or you think antidote is a one-cure-all?

ClassicMan202:
You'll take an antidote when you don't even the poison substance??

Or you think antidote is a one-cure-all?

Seniorwriter:
I'll take an antidote....don't ask me what is the antidote....


@Seniorwriter

Freelane33:
Lol

WonderManly:
I dey come...

lereinter:
Na morality you dey talk here

Can warrant officer discipline lieutenant, in uniform work senior his senior