₦airaland Forum

wildikeman:
really?? I was looking at divorce or break up with immediate effect.

Japhet04:
lol, you would agree with me that there are some girls or women that are potential husband beaters, This trend is not rare in Nigeria because if you observe some families the husbands are usually physically molested by the wife's....so guys beware

These are some signs

1.).She Is Hairy

we saw on front page recently of Nigeria's hairiest lady, now guys tell me, that one na man abi na woman , it is also said that hairy girls are naturally aggressive and wicked, so if you want to marry a hairy girl make sure you are a weight lifter, wrestler,or boxer if not I can assure you that she would pound your head to nonsense during quarrels

2.) She Is Macho

If your girl is a Macho woman then I hope you are Macho man (×2), because grab girls usually have strong heart and #bones lolz , although some were naturally made that way, they use this to trend to outrightly scrutinize their husbands, #note that not all girls are weaker vessels

3.) She Is Richer Than You

if your woman is richer than you then flee from her and make your money first before you think of marrying her, so as to avoid arrogance which will consequently lead to beating if the problem is severe

Husband's don't complain because you brought it on yourself

4.)She Is Fond Of Hitting You

This is a bad sign, why would a girl be hitting you when you guys are not even married yet, for the guys, if what you do is just to smile and laugh then I'm sorry, since you do not reprimand her She'll feel comfortable while doing it and if you eventually marry her what makes you think that she won't do same when you are married, #be wise

5.) She Is A Typical Village Girl

Most village girls lack manners and we all know how it's done in villages nau, parents are always quarrelling an fighting a girl brought up in this environment will surely take after them...

feel free to add yours

DISCLAIMER - This post does not apply to extremely lekpacious(slim) girls, it applies only to fairly slim, average, and #Orobo (fat)

Source - Myself

wildikeman:
Don't really agree with this thread but...my own is if he is a Benin or Mbaise man. Run for ur life. My mum thought me to treat ladies like queen that they are...but she still hasn't thought me how to deal with bitchees

emusmith:
Really?

ELBAND:
I can only beat women in bed, with the doors closed and windows shut

mployer:
These are no realistic signs.

Selfishness, lack of respect, anger and extreme insecurity are the major causes.

allanphash7:
chai!!!!!!! this is real me



GEMINI!!!!!!

UglyGang:
Nonsense. Feed me, fuckkk me and shut the fuckkk up, thats all I ask for. You gotta have a fat ass5 tho with bomb pwussy.

Akkord4gov:
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I don't know y I disagree with all dese points.But let's go through my analysis
1.What about if my gf doesn't take anything garri including eba nko?
2.I take my gf to a restaurant,not malam Musa shop,how will she pick gala and satchet water,I expect her to order for more rice but less meat
3.She may be wise that the man driving in that bugati maybe a driver and definitely know that am the real owner of my keke
4.If she pays for my t.fare,that isn't yet a good sign of a house wife,do u know how many times have been paying for both of us
5.My gf washing my bro and sis clothes is a great strategy to make my bro and sis my enemy if she does wrong and I quit.What is the extent of being good to my family and being a problem to me.
6.I agree a little with that but I don't like my gf wearing okrika
7.Do u know whether the airtime she is sending to u is being collected from guys wey dey service her wella.She sees u as husband materia,that is y she is doing everything to keep u
8.Same as number 7

Keneking:
Ok...who invented Facebook in Nigeria?

holatin:
use her for ritual or try and get down with his sister

donjerz:
Hello nairalanders, i just feel like sharing with you how a Girl who used to be my close friend at my new place of resident suddenly turn to a BIG time enemy because of N500.

It all started when i moved to my new resident. I had no female friend till i met her. I was d first 2 talk to her (Though she do like stirring at me badly b4 now) and sense she already had a crush on me.

We became friends and i do visit her when am off work or lonely in my room. We started talking dirty and she like always wanna know if i had a girlfriend (always bleep her once she ask me). I ask her to give me her number buh she said ''she has no cellphone'' and ask me if i could buy her one. I do buy her food because she always tell me she hungry all d time. She do ask me help and favour rapidly.

One day, she branched at my place and show me BB Z10 phone that she bought newly and ask me 2 subcribe it for her. I was so surprise. I told her i dont have. ; She was so angry and sad buh later gave me her new number. In d evening of that day, she ping me on whatsapp and later ask 4 card after some line of chats but i told her its already too late and i can't go out. After some few days, we wer chating on a cold evening, and she ask me for N500 of which i told her i will give her wen she pass by my place 2 work in d morning. Unfortunately, i received a call and i travelled dat morning. I drop a msg on her whatsapp dat i'm not at home.

She flashed me severally in d car. When i got 2 my destination, i called her d next day and behold; she ask me ''Who is this''. I told her is me jerry, dont u have my number? She answered by ''hissing! Mctheeeeww'' and end d call. I could'nt believe myself. I called back and i had a Guy voice saying ''she is my babe, dont call her again. She dont wanna talk u''. I was shocked and i end d call.
So, i return back home and i did'nt talk 2 her again. I acted as if i don't know her self. So, she notice i dont talk 2 her again. She was just wondering. She thought i wil come and ask her why she did dat 2 me on d phone d other day, buh i keep her in d silent room. She came looking 4 me at home buh i dont stay often, so my brother keep telling me dat she asked of me.

So, nairalanders, should i talk 2 her or keep her in d dark and leave her with her worries? Because i'm so afraid she may turn me 2 ATM Machine if given a chance again 2 b friend with me. Lol

simplemach:
Ok, interresting. Let them go to Alaba and get shops. May be thats through where God wants to bless them.

Numerouuuno:
Consult the synagogue man then.
*just joking*

Naijasinglegirl:
The proceeds from poultry business seems high during festive period . That was exactly what my parents taught when they ventured into poultry farming in May. Our vision for the business was to be the No1 supplier of Christmas chickens in our street come December 2014.
We invited a professional poultry farmer over who lectured us intensively on how to manage one successfully including the type of feed at different growth stage, housing conditions, light, medicine etc
Prior to that, we had eight local chickens and one large agric broiler we rear for domestic purposes like crowing, playing ( I have this weird habit of talking to animals) or slaughtering when an unexpected august visitor shows up.
Done with the setup, we kick-started the business with 170 one day old chicks and 12 sacks of feed.
Everything seemed rosy. l was positive the business would boom beyond leaps that I wouldn't have to look for a job anymore.
Three days after, 7 of the chicks died. We assumed it was the collateral damage of transporting fragile 1-day old birds.

Three months later, our losses hit a total of 32 birds. We also noticed they were growing at a very slow pace.
Four months and a little over 110 chicks left, our business hit the breakeven mark. Their size from a distance seemed large but on a closer examination, they weighed light. Technically, they were only adding weight in their feathers so we topped their diet with supplements.
We noticed a improvement in their weight but the mortality rate was still rising progressively.

Most of them died at the slightest provocation. To put it mildly, the birds were getting too emotional for my liking. I couldn't even speak to chickens like I usually do for fear that I might make an offensive joke and they will just withdraw somewhere to commit suicide. Notwithstanding, dying was still their principal hobby.
I would go in to top their feed and before I get done, there would be one casualty. Improper man handling of the birds while changing sawdust and another dead bird would surface. You give them water to drink and one will choke on the water and die.
Every morning, we had to check the poultry house with a shovel in hand cos there was always a damned bird to bury.
Meanwhile, the domestic fowls who ate from the contents of our waste bin, suffered kicks from my siblings and slept on trees were thriving better with zero mortality.

The height of it all was the day the large agric broiler which was the alpha cock died.
It took ill four days before and refused to respond to treatment. We were all having a family time at the backyard when my dad told my kid brother to bring it out so he could inspect it. I will never forget that day!
I was sitting by one corner, sipping lucozade boost with crackers.
Suddenly, the alpha cock started vibrating and making weird sounds. "Its dying. Its dying." My dad screamed. "Naijasinglegirl, bring me that your lucozade boost now!"
Gobsmacked, I rushed over to meet him and he snatched the energy drink from my hand, used his hands to forcefully open its beak and emptied it into the chicken's mouth, drenching it in the process.
The chicken died a few minutes after.
Knowing my parents are hypertensive, the look on my mum's face broke my heart.
We were done with the business.
We released all 81 of them so they could roam freely and survive the way local chickens did.
The whole compound became a mess with chicken poop everywhere. *Sigh*

Surprisingly, the death ratio dropped drastically. However, we had a new challenge which was thieves. Our fence is pretty low and we couldn't tell if it were a dog or a human being that took 7 of the chickens in two nights.
The following day, my mum had to go from restaurant to restaurant looking for who to auction the chickens to.
The restaurant that agreed to buy from us insisted we dress the chickens or they were going to patronise their regular supplier.
Suffice to say, that's how I ended up as a chicken butcher.
I was allotted 15 of the chickens to behead. (My siblings took care of the rest.) A chicken genocide took place in my compound that day. I was so disgusted with all that chicken blood. If I had my way, I would have preferred to strangle them for the shit they put us through.
We eventually sold everything at a loss except for 3 which are going to kill tomorrow in honour of the birth of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.


http://naijasinglegirl.com/we-ran-a-poultry-farm-first-then-the-poultry-farm-ran-us-mad/

MoltenMagma:
Nice write up.

lolz
This is what we need on the homapage,not Wizkid in a danfo.

Seun,obinoscopy, ishilove, lasticlata, therealstan, frontpage pls

0700Jesse:
Pls who made this post? I hope its not a nigerian cuz you didnt mention the witches that will visit you to confirm if their juju finally killed you.