This is absolutely hilarious. Nigeria I pray for you

Good morning. Pls I have a H5 that keeps rebooting itself especially when I play music with it. What could be the cause?

dtruth3:
Just a security
details withdrawal, and his supporters has started complaining. what
then happens when GEJ comes down hard on Him!

Note: he is no longer the speaker, so he is no longer entitled to those
security details. he lost the entitlement the day he decamped from the
party on whose platform he was elected as a parliamenterian in the first
place, before becoming the speaker. so that singular act of defecting,
has made him loose everything.

the Presidency, dosnt need a court action before it could do the
needful, because the constitution is so clear. Tambuwal is no longer a MEMBER of the House of Assembly, let alone its SPEAKER. because he
has defected.


Chai! GEJ the BIG Boss



Tambuwal the LEARNER

What is this one saying? SMH

Stelvin101:


Accounting

Am an Accountant buh shoutout to all the Mech/Elect engr students wey survive courses like Fluid, Thermodynamics, Technical Drawing and the rest. Ma bro who did Mech engr is d best genius av ever seen. Who say book easy make e go school

OK. The exam was a case study, no wonder it had many pages

Stelvin101:


Multidisciplinary Case Study

What discipline?

Stelvin101:


Lolz. Trust me, its nothing compare to a 14 pages qusestion in final exam, final paper

Bros wch course is that?

Smhart1:
chaiiiiii you are wicked ooo

I dey craze It won't happen to you oo

Smhart1:
thanks OP, you still got me laughing out loud here.

Lol! Is that really funny? Wait till you experience that

kemiola89:
I agree.
Human has this history of overreacting to any perceived threat. We tend to blow things way outta proportion and this way things could really get messy if not properly handled. I've come to understand that the fear alone kills faster than the disease itself.

Well said dear. Fear is a terrible disease

kemiola89:
Chei, Nigerians can fear sha oo.

@Kemi, this one pass Nigeria issue oo

I could audibly hear the pounding of my heart doing abt 5000 beats per minute. The fever became worse, the fear became grave, the thoughts ran into millions. E don be for me. With my hands shaking I went to doctor google.com to read more about the symptoms of Ebola. I've had about 3 of the symptoms vis a viz body aches, fever and rashes. Nnaaa!
The scare and fear was damn too much albeit my belief that I can't have Ebola. I chatted up my roomie through Whattsap and he was optimistic as he always is. He will always say he's fine even when he no dey feel well. I still didn't tell him my ordeal.
That day turned to be the most scary days I've ever had. Jesus! I quickly rededicated my life to Christ to avoid stories that touch the heart. What I passed through that day can only be imagined. I was very afraid for myself as much as for many people I had come in contact with. This continued for a couple of days and I decided to call one of the Ebola numbers for an official report..

But then I came to myself....I can't have Ebola. I have Christ and His blood flows in me. The sickness of the Egyptians is not my portion. I became strong in the spirit and began to say to my self....YOU DON'T HAVE EBOLA.
whatever it was I didn't care again. I became very positive. I had allowed fear to take hold of me. I knew I have to come out of the shackles of fear and have faith. It wasn't easy though but I pulled through.
I overcame the STIGMA AND SCARE OF EBOLA.
All the rest that happened that period are bygones. Today am strong, no aches, no fever, no rashes...it's been more than 40 days.

Am sorry for the delay in updating. I've been kinda busy. I'll update by lunchtime today

Smhart1:
op where are you

Am here in PH

GenBuhari:
what happened to OP?

Did he die?

Nada!

My trip to Calabar had already been scheduled. I wouldn't let any fever stop me. The truth is that i just needed to escape the claws of stigma from my fellow graduate students in block B....no ill feelings though. On Friday morning however, there was no atom of fever....did I say atom?? Actually, I had a little fever and aches but I was forming superman. I've never been the sick type. Then that evil thought came....Your roomie has transmitted whatever he has to you"" Akuko...
I never knew AKTC buses had good buses with good air conditioners. The AC didn't help my condition. I got to Calabar late and the fever soared at night. Now, there is no forming of Superman. I had to complain. I needed an analgesic or is it called anaesthesia?? I think it is analgesic. I got one and I was able to sleep. Did it work? Story for the gods.
I woke up and went about the programme I came for in Calabar on Saturday. I felt better throughout the day till about 6pm. The fever and body aches resurfaced in it's fullness. I seriously became afraid. My heart was running helter skelter. I called my roomie to ascertain his condition. I didn't tell him I've been 'sick' to avoid panic. I just needed news to assuage my fear and worry, but the news didn't change anything.

Sunday morning 7th sept came like a flood.
Smartly dressed in my finely-starched and ironed white shirt firmly tucked in my navy blue pants and black shoes, I entered the church as one of those good boys. Having been part of their band in that church, I went to the band stand. Most of the guys where happy to see me. I was happy to see them too especially Esther whose smile gets me elated. Surprisingly and disappointing as it was, i didn't get that smile from her. Poor me....looking for a girl's smile in church. They asked me to handle the bass guitar for them, which i happily did. During the service, the fever started cranking up. I tried to hold it down but it kept doing strong head. I had to bend to its will. I left the church not even seeing Esther as I planned.
Walking past an Alumaco window, which serves as mirrors for ladies I saw what sent spikes through my veins. Behold.....rashes all over my face. Whattt I quickly rushed home and made for a mirror. I was totally covered with rashes. I removed my shirt and observed my hands....all filled with rashes. I checked other parts of my body and horribly there were rashes...red rashes for that matter. Chaiii!!!! Ebolaa.

People started ignoring me. It started jokingly but it became serious. Some people started calling me 'primary contact'. Most of the guys in my block couldn't shake me anymore. Only God knows how it feels to be stigmatized. News started filtering out throughout the postgraduate hostels (that's where I stay). Some people were even planning to call one of the emergency lines. Few guys actually made the matter worse for me. If they see me on the road they will make a funny detour and wave hello to me. Moreover, our room had become an isolated centre. One guy, Chima, jokingly got Ariel detergent and Hypo to disinfect all the places I'd been in contact with (was that actually a joke?).
At that point I had been affected psychologically and at the same time surprised at how gullible some people can be.
On Thursday morning 4th Sept I went downstairs to the buttery to buy bread. 'Charly!! How far? Long time. You've been scarce. Did you travel Typical of her. She's one of my friends from the next block. I tried to answer all her questions as briefly as possible while avoiding facial contact. Not because of anything though....I had not brushed my mouth. Lol! 'I heard Chinedu is sick. How is he? Has he gone for test Haba! Who told you? I asked curiously. Hmmm....she continued, I heard he's sick. Pls you people should go for test oo'. Nooo...don't worry, I refuted. He's getting fine. I tried to be confident as I can. See this girl oo...I said to myself.

I spent virtually the rest of the day in the graduate school's seminar room. As I packed my laptop bag to leave, I felt a niggling pain on my joints. I discovered I was having muscle aches. As I stood to leave, my eyes turned me. Maybe I was hungry. Before I could get home, It was evident I had feverrrrr. Grrrr!!! By now, my roomie has improved but not totally OK. I shrugged off the idea of the fever as one of those effects of stress. Was I actually stressed? I doubt.
**to be continued

This is a personal account of what i passed through. This is not fiction.

Stepping into the room, i saw my roommate fully kitted. He had his shirt buttoned up to the collar like one of those ancient pastors coupled with hand gloves and stockings. I've had a very long and hectic journey thanks to the deplorable Enugu-Port Harcourt express road, but I still had the strength to hail my man. 'O boy how far naaaa?' This one wey you kit up like dis..wetin dey do you?? I was hit with a very cold reply... 'I dey oo'. I greeted the other guy in the room with a handshake, but my offer for handshake from my roomie was practically ignored as his hands were tightly folded. I now became worried as much as confused. See me see wahala.
'I don't know what is wrong with your man oo', the other guy said. 'He's having fever'. Hmmm! In my usual manner, I tried to throw in some jokes to kick him up and that got my roomie smiling casually. This is unlike him though. This was happening on Monday night 1st Sept during the craze of Ebola virus disease especially in Lagos and PH. Behold! My roommate had been in Lagos the previous week for an interview and just came back with cold and fever....Early signs of uncle Ebola.
The fever was getting more serious and I had to run around to make sure he gets something to eat...upon say I dey broke that period. 'O boy you don go carry Ebola for Lag I asked jokingly. We laughed over it. The next day, behold, rashes everywhere on his body. Only God knows what went through my mind. The heart is actually deceitful...o di na Bible. Ikwu ezioukwu I became worried. He couldn't come out of the room for sometime and people started becoming curious and worried as well. 'Charles, is Edu still sick?' Doctor Emeka (my neighbour) asked. I replied yes. 'Since when has he been sick? he continued. Then I dropped the unintended bombshell..... Since he came back from Lagos, I said innocently. 'Lagosssss...he shouted. This got other peoples' attention. That was how everything changed and the journey began.

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