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EducationRe: 2017/2018 University Of Ilorin Admission Guide Thread by CHARLEH(m): 3:25pm On Oct 05, 2016
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EducationRe: 2017/2018 University Of Ilorin Admission Guide Thread by CHARLEH(m): 9:19am On Sep 28, 2016
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EducationRe: 2017/2018 University Of Ilorin Admission Guide Thread by CHARLEH(m): 6:30pm On Sep 26, 2016
fawaz050:
congrats Man,what course
Biomedical Engineering
EducationRe: 2017/2018 University Of Ilorin Admission Guide Thread by CHARLEH(m): 5:49pm On Sep 26, 2016
Me don get my alert oo
CrimeMan Steals Tithe Of N214,000 From Catholic Church In Lagos... Sentenced To Jail by CHARLEH(op): 10:34am On Sep 09, 2016
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28yrs old Elochukwu Nnoruga is to spend 6 months in jail for
stealing N214,000 tithe belonging to St. Patrick Catholic Church,
Idumaigbo, Lagos.

Magistrate Ade Adefulire of the Tinubu Magistrate’s
Court in Lagos, who gave the sentence on Thursday,
ruled that the convict would spend the six months in Ikoyi
Prison and gave him no option of fine.

According to NAN, Nnoruga was arraigned on Aug. 17, on
suspicion that he stole the amount from the Church’s tithe box.
He pleaded guilty to the one-count charge of theft.
In his judgment, the magistrate expressed disgust that people
could steal from the house of God.

“It is a pity that people do not see the house of God as sacred
anymore. This judgment should serve as a lesson to the public, if
you choose crime instead of hard work, the hand of the law will
always catch up with you."

The prosecutor, Mr Ben Ekundayo, had told the court that the
convict committed the offence on Aug. 14, at about 2 p.m., at
St. Patrick Catholic Church, Idumaigbo, Lagos.
Ekundayo said that the convict stole N214,000 from the tithe box
after Church service. The offence contravened Section 285 of the
Criminal Law of Lagos State, 2011.

Magistrate Adefulire ruled: "Nnoruga, you are hereby sentenced
to 6 months imprisonment, without an option of fine.”

www.wecangist..nl/2016/09/man-steals-tithe-of-n214000-from.html
CelebritiesRe: Read The Interesting Story Of The Famous ALAJO SOMOLU by CHARLEH(op): 10:25am On Sep 09, 2016
sholatem:
Good write up,have gained something new today,aside celebrity ish,@Op God bless you for this write up
Amen, Thanks bro!
LiteratureRe: Club Adventure - Full Episodes (very Interesting) by CHARLEH(op): 10:18am On Sep 09, 2016
Full Episode at www.wecangist..com
LiteratureClub Adventure - Full Episodes (very Interesting) by CHARLEH(op): 10:17am On Sep 09, 2016
Episode 1 A typicall Friday night for me is the club. I need to unwind after a hard week of work. Monday to Friday is the usual grind of the mill period, work and work till the point of exhaustion. So I do not compromise my weekend relaxation except it is absolutely unavoidable. This memorable weekend, I had gone to my usual hangout with two others of my girlfriends, two fellow Hot bitches. We were all Hot but obviously our F**K buddies had prior engagement, so the consensus was to go clubbing, pump as much spirit and weed into our systems as possible, then settle for girl-girl loving. Our numerous dongs, vibs and strap-ons were considered to be good alternative for hard, veiny, pulsing, blood pumping cocks. I don’t think so anyways but what’s a Hot girl to do in the face of a dearth of cocks? Anyways, this fateful Friday night, we had gone to our usual haunt in search of fun and pleasure. Usual dingy, shadowing atmosphere, the best place for owls like my friends and I. We drank, danced, smoked and generally felt high. But after a time, I got bored and as Hot as hell. None of the guys around showed any signs of being adventurous or what I wanted. Of course we had enough guys making those normal signals opposite sexes make when they want to mate. But I needed adventure, someone who would totally sweep me off my feet s*xu@lly. I wanted a predator, not those tame cats I saw skulking around me making mewling noises that they thought could pass for growls. So I decided to go Nice Stories To Read Story: Crazy Story: Crazy outside away from all that smoke sweat from the press of several bodies. ?I smelled the welcoming fresh air as I got outside to the car park. It was kind of intoxicating and made me hornier than ever before. I needed my Kittyc@t handled, I needed my body touched, I needed to be used. I inhaled the fresh air and moved to where I had parked my car. Thank God we brought my car, I thought to myself as I opened the driver’s door and sat but with my feet still on the floor. I guess my dress was adding to my Hot state as it was extra-ordinarily short with it barely covering my crotch and my b0s0m were straining against the polyester material, trying to get free. My Tips were outlined against the stretchy material, taut and as hard as stone. I wasn’t wearing a bra so it was easy for me to get at my Bos*m as all I had to do was pull down my strapless dress, which I promptly did exposing my mammoth Bos*m in all their glory. Not to sound vain but I love my Bos*m, they excite me to no ends as I love touching them, feeling their heaviness and squeezing my taut Tips. Sometimes I find myself rubbing my Bos*m through the fabric of my dress even while in the office. Squeezing and pinching my Tips always ensures me of a mini orgasms and I always indulge myself in this vice. Back to my story, I started handling my Bos*m, squeezing and pinching the Tips, sending electric shock through the length and breathe of my body. I was flooding my thighs as the crotch of my G-string could not contain the Kittyc@t juice flowing into it. I spread my legs wider and was rewarded by a breath of air blowing on my sensitive cl!t and Kittyc@t lips as my dress had bunched above my butt0ckz, I was virtually Unclad except for the flimsy excuse of a p@nty I was wearing. I dipped a finger into my unencumbered K!ttyC@t and scooped out Kittyc@t juice, brought the soaked finger to my lips and licked it clean. Delicious, I thought to myself, increasing the fingers first to two and then three until I was trying to force the whole of my hand into my soaking wet K!ttyC@t. I was making thrusting motions, finger-fu-Cking myself to an orgasm that was fast approaching. I needed the release, so I increased the pressure on my snatch while seriously pinching and squeezing my Bos*m at the same time. I was very nearly there when I was brought back to reality by voices. I opened my closed eyes and saw two guys standing above and in front of me. I was flustered not because of them but because I had not been allowed to reach my much needed orgasm. I looked up at them and smiled sheepishly, I was thrilled! Two guys! when all I thought I would be making do with was my hand and a Love Machine afterwards. ‘’Need any help?’’ the taller of the guys asked, his eyes staring at my heaving Bos*m and my fingers still coated in Kittyc@t juice on my crotch. huhhuh? I just smiled as I took my soaked hand to my lips and licked each finger clean while staring at them all the while. It seemed like their eyes would fall out of their head as it bulged. The bulge in their trousers was enough to tear the thing off.It was obvious that they were aroused beyond belief. Not surprising as it’s not every day one encounters a willing Kittyc@t in the car park. The other guy that had been quiet all along, got on his knees and before the blink of an eye was licking and eating my Kittyc@t out. I groaned as I was finally getting what I wanted, attention. The other guy proceeded to stuff his stiff Joys in my mouth, I guess to stifle my mo@ns but the noise from the club was already drowning that out so I guess it was just to give my mouth something to do. I didn’t mind where that J0ystick was coming from as I sU-Cked and licked for all I was worth. It was an average sized J0ystick and it didn’t take too much of an effort for me to deep throat him. I sU-Cked,licked and nipped his J0ystick as much as I could in the cramped position I was in but I didn’t mind the discomfort as the guy eating my Kittyc@t was sending enough pleasure through me to counter the discomfort. The guy was a real connoisseur of Kittyc@t as he proceeded to make sure that his tongue reached all the nooks and crannies that were normally hidden. I managed to show my pleasure and appreciation despite the J0ystick in my mouth by bucking upwards as much as I can in the cramped space to make my Kittyc@t more exposed and available to his ministration. I jerked upwards and forwards towards his mouth.
HealthPig Born With Human Face And joystick On Forehead' by CHARLEH(op): 4:26pm On Sep 08, 2016
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Footage of a bizarre looking pig has emerged online .The
creature appears to have a human face and a 'penis on its
forehead.

It is unclear where the video originated from but it has been
widely shared on Chinese social media .A similar case happened in China last year after a farmer discovered one of his 19 piglets was born with a human face and penis.The piglet later died after
being rejected by its mother and refusing a bottle

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Source : www.wecangist..com
CelebritiesRead The Interesting Story Of The Famous ALAJO SOMOLU by CHARLEH(op): 3:36pm On Sep 08, 2016
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While growing up in Port Harcourt, I heard my parents use the
words "ALAJO SOMOLU" on many occasions in a positive remark,
without having an idea of the story behind the 'character'.
Here's the story as shared by Consultville:
Alphaeus Taiwo Olunaike is not a name that many Nigerians are
familiar with. But once you mention Baba Alajo Somolu, the eyes
of millions of Nigerians will light up. Yes, they are more familiar
with this nomenclature.
He was born at a very dangerous time. A perilous period in
Nigeria's history.
It was on the 16th of September 1915 in the tiny city of Isan-Oyin
(now called Isonyin), close to Ijebu-Musin and Ijebu-Ode in Ogun
State, southwestern Nigeria. Within the thick groves of thick
forests and the brilliant foliage of green tropical plants, the cries
of newly-born babies pierced the calm and peace of the forest.
A woman named Grace Okuromiko Olunaike had given birth to
triplets. Three at once! Immediately she was told that she just
gave birth to three babies, her face went sullen. She could not
hide the sadness. Her heartbeat increased as tears streamed down
her warm face. She was visibly confused.
It was an abomination for a woman to give birth to triplets at
that time in Yorubaland...
One child must be sacrificed to the gods. One of the babies was
eventually sacrificed to the gods. The other two were spared.
One of them is whom I am writing on right now – Alajo Somolu.

Baba Alajo Somolu was just three years of age when he lost his
father. However, he was able to proceed with his education. He
started his primary education at the Emmanuel Primary School,
Ijebu-Isonyin. He had not finished his education at his small
hamlet when his paternal uncle, STA Torimoro came and took
him to Lagos where he was able to further his education.

Long after he narrowly escaped being sacrificed to the gods, in
the year 1927, he arrived Lagos and he was enrolled at the St.
Johns School, Aroloya. From there, he proceeded to the Christ
Church Cathedral School, Lagos, and finishedthere in 1934. Two
years after his education, he was enrolled as an apprentice under
a tailor named Rojaye. He was a tailor-in-training for nine good
yearsbefore he got his ‘freedom’. When hestarted working as a
tailor, he noticed that the income was not just going to be
sustainable for him and he needed an alternative fast.Therefore,
when the younger brother of his late dad, STA Torimoro, was
going to Cameroon on a commercial trip, Baba Alajo Somolu
decided he would also seize the opportunity and follow him too.
Thus, in 1950, BabaAlajo Somolu was on his way to Paul Biya’s
nation. Upon reaching Cameroon, Baba Alajo Somolu unleashed
the ferocious entrepreneurial spirit that was in him. A very
determined fellow, he tried his hands on various tasks and duties
in Cameroon. He sold goods, newspapers and tried his hands on
many ventures. In Cameroon, one of his neighbours was a thrift
collector and he gisted him about the business which immediately
caught his fancy.As a a result, by thetime he returned to Nigeria
in 1954, he already had it in mind that he was going to start the
business of ajo gbigba (thrift collection). He was 39 at that time.
Before he left Cameroon, he took with him a copy of the thrift
collection card used by his Cameroonian neighbour. Upon
reaching Nigeria, he made his own copies of the card and he
named his own venture Popular Daily Alajo Somolu.
At the peak of his career, he was omolu who was hardworking
and diligent at
his work that sayings were coined in his name.The sayings are as
follows: "Ori e pe bii ti alajo Somolu, to fodidi oôdun meta gbajo
lai ko oruko eni kankan sile, ti ko si siwo san fenikeni." (Your
brain is as sharp as that of Alajo Somolu, who collected thrift for
three years and paid back all his customers without writing down
a single name and without making any mistake with the payment)
There is also another one that goes thus:
“Ori e pe bii Alajo Somolu, to ta moto, to fi ra keke ”. (You are
so
intelligent like Alajo Somolu, who sold his car to buy a bicycle).
For Baba Alajo Somolu to collect thrift and financial contributions
from his countless clients without writing down their names and
then returning to pay them as due and as scheduled at the end of
every month for years without making any mistake points to an
eidetic (photographic) memory . Only someone of a vast and
prodigious memory with an outstanding power of recall can
effortlessly carry out such an amazing feat. One very interesting
thing is that many people actually think the story of Alajo Somolu
is of myths and legends and that he does not exist. But alas! He
did truly exist!

After establishing his Popular Daily Alajo Somolu thrift collection
business, he got a bicycle that he planned to use in moving
around collecting money for saving from his customers. Then he
called an older relative and hinted him of the business, seeking his
counsel, advice and suggestion. But he was shocked. His elder
relative took a good look at him and thoroughly discouraged
him. He told Alajo Somolu that thrift business was not for
people like him, that is was a very difficult and challenging job
and he even counted about six people who had started the
business of thrift collection but ended up bankrupt. He summed
it up by telling Alajo Somolu to try another business as he will not
succeed in thrift collection.
Therefore, when the younger brother of his late dad, STA
Torimoro, was going to Cameroon on a commercial trip, Baba
Alajo Somolu decided he would also seize the opportunity and
follow him too. Thus, in 1950, Baba Alajo Somolu was on his way
to Paul Biya’s nation. Upon reaching Cameroon, Baba Alajo
Somolu unleashed the ferocious entrepreneurial spirit that was in
him. A very determined fellow, he tried his hands on various tasks
and duties in Cameroon. He sold goods, newspapers and tried his
hands on many ventures. In Cameroon, one of his neighbours
was a thrift collector and he gisted him about the business which
immediately caught his fancy .
As a a result, by the time he returned to Nigeria in 1954, he
already had it in mind that he was going to start the business of
ajo gbigba (thrift collection). He was 39 at that time. Before he
left Cameroon, he took with him a copy of the thrift collection
card used by his Cameroonian neighbour. Upon reaching Nigeria,
he made his own copies of the card and he named his own
venture Popular Daily Alajo Somolu.
Back to how he started: After listening to the demotivating tale
of his older relative, Alajo Somolu headed to the place of his own
elder sister, named Sarah. He explained that he wanted to leave
the tailoring job and all that was on his mind to his dear sister.
She listened carefully to all he had to say, believed in his passion
and took him to a clergy who prayed for him and gave him all
the support and encouragement that he needed in his new
venture. He also preached to Alajo Somolu to be very honest in
all his dealings, and that once he was fair and just, his business
would bloom.
An elated Alajo Somolu and his delighted sister left the place of
the cleric full of thanks and gratitude. In September 1954, Alajo
Somolu went out for the first time to collect thrift from his
clients. He had launched his business and he had great hopes.
Unfortunately, not a single person patronized him that first day.
Many of the market women even taunted him saying he would
just collect their money and vanish into the thin air. But he was
not discouraged with the negative atmosphere. He persisted in
riding his bicycle from stall to stall, from shop to shop until some
of the market women pitied him and decided to give him a trial
and gave steady contributions of some kobos.
At the end of the first month, all his clients got their money
complete and not a dime was missing. Baba Alajo too also made
his own profit and he was doubly deligated that his clients had
renewed hope in him and that the new business was actually
more lucrative than the tailoring he was doing. With time, the
news of his honesty, transparency and hardwork spread and his
clients swelled in number. Baba Alajo’s prosperity too also shone
and he built his first house at No 10, Odunukan Street in Ijesa. He
later sold the house to the Deeper Life Ministry and built another
one at Olorunkemi, Owotutu Area, Bariga, Lagos.
In a shortwhile, his fame spread like wildfire. He was the thrift
collector for the entire axis covering Awolowo Market, Oyingbo
Market, Olaleye, Mile 12, Ojuwoye, Baba Oloosa, Sangross and of
course in Somolu (Shomolu) where he got his nickname. His
customers fell in love with him for his truthfulness, his ability to
save them from financial ruins by providing life-saving loans and
most importantly, for his outstanding memory. He did not also
use a calculator and there were no computers either. The most
amazing part of his prodigious memory is this: he does not only
pay back the exact amount to his clients, he also pay them back
with the same notes and coins that they contributed with. He
was so exact that if a client should write down the number on his
notes, he would be astonished to get the same notes back at the
end of the month. Such brilliance!

Anytime one of his vehicles returned after a trip of thrift
collection and the car had depreciated to the point that it is no
longer economically viable, he just sells off the car and buys a
bicycle instead. Therefore, when people noticed that one of his
vehicles was missing and a brand-new vehicle had appeared
instead, they will say:
Alajo Somolu has sold his car to buy a bicycle.
But Alajo Somolu knew what he was doing. To him, what is the
point of maintaining a car that was not bringing in profits
anymore? It was better to sell it and buy more Raleigh bicycles to
access all the hitherto inaccessible areas. Let me state here that
many of his customers stayed with him for decades and many up
to the time he died. They described him as a very friendly, reliable
and honest man. He was also praised for his willingness to help
others. When he died, one of the other thrift collectors in the
area named Oladini Olatunji said that there was a time when he
ran into some financial troubles with his business and it almost
became a huge debt on him but it was baba Alajo Somolu that
helped him pay off the entire debt and saved him from
bankruptcy and he never told anyone. For this and many more,
all other thrift collectors looked up to him as their father figure
and even held the alajo (thrift collector) meetings in his house.
He was happily married and as at the time he was alive, he was
the Layreader and Treasurer for 30 years at the Anglican Church
that he attended at Somolu .
Alajo Somolu continued his job with joy until 2010 when he was 95
years old. He really wanted to continue the job but his children
insisted that he had to go on voluntary retirement, and that it
was time for him to rest.
But you know the most amazing thing? Even though Baba Alajo
Somolu followed his children’s suggestion that he retire and not
go out again to receive thrift collections, his clients did not let
him rest. They had so much faith in him that they personally went
to his house to give him their daily contributions which they then
returned to collect at the end of every month when it would
have accumulated to a sizable portion.
On the 11th of August, 2012, Baba Alajo Somolu breathed his last.
He was not sick but died due to old age.
From a humble background and with little formal education, Baba
Alajo Somolu was able to remodify esusu, the traditional banking
system and became a pioneer in his own right. He was clearly a
fulfilled man, with the proceeds from his job, he was able to build
houses, send his children to school and sustain his entire family.

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LiteratureRe: My Wedding Night (full Episodes) by CHARLEH(op): 9:49am On Sep 08, 2016
MY WEDDING NIGHT (Episode 2)
I really can’t write how hurt and empty
i was that fateful morning. I can’t
describe how devastated i was nor
how my heart bled. I was totally
broken and dead. I couldn’t even call
my brother to tell him the bad situation
i found myself. In fact my soul and my
spirit ran away from me. I was just a
shadow of myself. The devil just took
time to urinate on my destiny.
Damian’s mother never bothered nor
cared about my feelings, instead pulled
out the knife from her son’s body
when my cries brought her to the
room and almost stabbed me with
fury, screaming some incoherent
words, until other members of the
family came in and held her. “i said it;
nothing good ever comes out of Africa.
She stabbed him, she probably did it in
her sleep, or maybe it’s witchcraft.
God save my soul” the old woman
screamed and cried. I simply sat
beside the bed and cried out my heart.
I was just like a cornered rat. I was
simply in the midst of foreigners. In the
midst of people who saw me as a
second class animal or probably a gold
digger. None of them spoke to me nor
asked how it all happened. I barely had
changed my night wear when an
ambulance arrived with men from the
force headquarters. Before i knew what
was happening, i found myself at the
back of a police SUV while the
perpetrator of the crime walked freely,
probably watching the unfolding events
from a safe distance. Another problem
i had was that i didn’t know who to
suspect nor accuse. They all looked
the same to me. They were all a bunch
of conspirators. I felt like taking my life
as the police took me away, because
there wasn’t any need living again. I
knew the justice system would easily
convict and close the case than
investigating. “Who am i among a
bunch of whites all accusing me of
murder??”. I had nothing to prove my
innocence. I was the only person in the
room with Damian. The murder
weapon which might have saved me
through finger print test was already
compromised by Damian’s mother. My
life was nothing but over. Kiri kiri
prison awaited me with a dark smile.
How do i save myself?, how do i prove
my innocence?.

See Full Episodes @ www.Wecangist..com
LiteratureMy Wedding Night (full Episodes) by CHARLEH(op): 9:47am On Sep 08, 2016
MY WEDDING NIGHT Episode 1 I write with Tears I woke up after my wedding night to see a knife buried in my husband’s chest, our bed sheet soaked with blood. I couldn’t believe my eyes, i couldn’t believe it was all real. I held my dead husband and looked around. “no this can’t be happening” i breathed, trying hard to control myself. But it was all real, Damian was cold and still. He was dead for real. “nooo” i sobbed quietly, wondering what to do, wondering the next step to take. There was any doubt, i was about experiencing a very terrible twist in my life. Damian was definitely murdered by someone who was so desperate to destroy my happiness. I sat down on the floor while my mind flashed back to how i met my husband. After NYSC, early the previous year. I came to Abuja to live with my elder brother who was a doctor in one of the city hospitals. He had no problem getting me a good job in a very popular construction company inside the city. Seriously i counted myself as a very lucky girl because i was the first to get a job among all my classmates and friends. I started work in Damian’s office as a secretary and that was when my life took a dramatic turn. Damian who was my boss, a white and an American citizen quickly took interest in me. He was so sweet and caring but equally a womanizer. Everyone warned me to be careful. My colleagues advised me to be professional when dealing with him and never give in to his demands, which i obeyed. But surprisingly he continued disturbing me, even after turning him down so many times. The more i turned him away, the more bolder he got. This continued until i finally gave in to him. We had a very sweet relationship that soon became the talk of the town. As our relationship progressed, i started getting threats from his old girlfriends both in Nigeria and abroad, but it never stopped me from giving up on him. Three months into the relationship, he proposed to me and met my people, drawing another shock from everyone, especially the white community. Our marriage was quickly fixed and i insisted for it to be done in Nigeria because of my family and friends which he accepted without hesitation. Damian’s mother, family members and friends arrived the country two days to our wedding. I had a very long talk with his mum and cousins who all tried to be nice to me even though the resentment on their faces were noticeable. The church wedding and reception went very well. Damian really spared no cost in organising the whole show. We planned travelling to Dubai the next day for our honeymoon, which made us spend our first night as husband and wife in his big house where almost all his family members and friends slept. Anyone of them could have crept into the room as we slept and struck him, but there wasn’t any doubt i would be the major suspect…. “Oh no” i wailed with a loud voice, drawing the attention of everyone in the house. Within minutes, almost every member of the white community was in Damian’s house. It was as if they were all waiting for such news…. I couldn’t believe i was married only for one night…
BusinessRe: Football (+Other Sports) Betting Season 10 by CHARLEH(m): 11:46am On Aug 18, 2016
Add me to any football related group 0..8..1..3..7..3..6..7..2..0..2
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Education2016 Unilorin Admitted Remedial Students Thread by CHARLEH(op): 7:23pm On Mar 22, 2016
Hello!
I'm Welcoming you all to this thread & Also Congrats on your Admission...
This Thread is to bring Us Together & Render help to each other...
- Accomodation - Room Mate - Registration - And Various questions you @ aren't Clear About.
PhonesRe: Infinix HOT 2 (x510) Official Thread by CHARLEH(m): 12:13pm On Feb 13, 2016
I need Hot 2 urgently in ilorin
PhonesInfinix Hot 2 Urgently Needed In Ilorin by CHARLEH(op): 11:46am On Feb 13, 2016
Post Your Number and Location...
EducationRe: Unilorin Utme 2015/2016 Aspirants by CHARLEH(m): 4:05pm On Dec 15, 2015
SenoritaCristo:
am not sure I understand this......is there another list?
Hello Love.
Yeah ... It's Called VC's List, and it Involve people with Extra-Long Legs.
EducationOfficial Jamb 2016 Thread by CHARLEH(op): 9:04pm On Dec 14, 2015
This thread is mainly Created for 2016 Jambites...
Post Questions here...we'll clarify.

We'll Provide it you need ..
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So feel free to drop any thing here pertaining to Education
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You could as well add me on WhatsApp For Complains..& Also to join Our Group.. 2348137367202

Cc : Fynestboi
EducationRe: Unilorin Utme 2015/2016 Aspirants by CHARLEH(m): 8:22pm On Dec 14, 2015
Kaybeeeee:
exactly wat my source told,they will release it soon
I Pray Our names are included..
EducationRe: Unilorin Utme 2015/2016 Aspirants by CHARLEH(m): 6:49pm On Dec 14, 2015
Got an Info just now...There's Certainly gonna be another list & would be released this week, It's Called VC's List..

NB: Got this from a Proff!!
EducationRe: Unilorin Utme 2015/2016 Aspirants by CHARLEH(m): 8:28am On Dec 11, 2015
GG99:
It's so annoying when u are d only person making posts, like u are talking 2 urself. Mtcheeeew
Many are still sleeping ..I think!


#Harmattan Things!
EducationRe: Unilorin Utme 2015/2016 Aspirants by CHARLEH(m): 8:23am On Dec 11, 2015
GG99:
Today makes it exactly 14 days to Christmas! Upper friday tins
Yeah..Merry Xmas in Advance FAM..!

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