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Man: ha, na because of cleaner job you wear suit?

Me: cleaner? Sorry, you mean cleaner? Pardon my manners. I was invited for an administrative position. The one needing someone with knowledge in data entry...word processing, supervisory and ...I mean the web 3 knowledge guy? (Pastard was still dumbfounded like mouth open in an impending laugh explosion). I mean the expert administrative tasks? May I suggest you recheck sir?

Man: Oga carry mop and the bucket enter oga toilet. You dey do like you no dey Nigeria.

Dear Seun,

Why is your Facebook under-managed?
It's stagnant.

Employ a staff there as you repost via Twitter.

He's toxic.

The most important thing is that you "are done" and your sanity will be in tact.

Stop being with toxic and stupid people because nobody knows tomorrow.

By the way, how did the phone ring if no sim??

He probably did a Find my iPhone using the laptop.

It means that the phone is probably connected with the house WiFi or hotspotted from his other phone. Either ways, it was connected and your ex boyfriend felt you took the phone to check the chats.

This is my theory tho.

But it shows he's toxic asf, and that your were in an unhealthy relationship. He probably hit you sometimes you don't didn't wanna talk about. Even if he didn't, it's impending.

I am more than qualified to even be the president, uncle.

I don't have to work for Tinubu. It's all about wealth and classism to you.

I don't take the words of Reno to heart.

He's a type of Cain who would kill Abel even if his sacrifice was chosen.

To ensure power never leaves the bourgeoisie class.

I support Nnamdi Kalu's release.

Tinubu has done worse.

From little speculations, you wouldn't know when you are living in other people's business than yours.

Being a Tinubu's beneficiary seems to be a good job. Do you see the energy these folks use to defend their boss?

Tinubu is a rig strategist.

A dictator-in-chief who wants to decide how Nigeria operates the same way he made Lagos his side hustle.

If nothing is done, his plan will still work.

The only way to defeat a criminal is to think like one.

zero8zero:
This is after getting $20 billion loan from the world bank earlier. The finishing specialists/Bitter Obidients said Nigeria should go to Milei and study Argentina economy 😂

Have you tried advising Tinubu to stabilise the economy instead of always blaming everyone else complaining of hardship?

I mean, the time you spent blaming those who are unsatisfied with hardship is enough to encourage Tinubu and Co to do better. After all, they took over from another APC's failure.

Don't give excuses; you are becoming notorious for giving excuses for failure.

Have a nice century.

The full story is untold yet.

The US cannot give you anything without leverage.

Go for a culture test, chief.

That's the most appropriate way to know what's doing you.

Whether excess flesh o, or bumbum flesh o, nothing concern that with a man trying to secure the future of his kids.

When you work over 20 hours per day (including the overtime), you'll realise that bumbum is just part of the human body.

I love ponytails on my wife.

I speak differently.

It's better you speak for yourself, needless of adding 'mature' to massage your ego.

I don't like wars.

But there's no peace without war.

Willy2025:
What a cooked-up story! If they pick you up now for fabricating a false story about the Nigerian Police, people will term it police brutality, not knowing it was self-inflicted. After this, go and sin no more.

Which ward are you?

EFCC will pretend like they didn't see this one naw.

immortalcrown:
The world is dark. On many occasions, I witnessed terrible things at police stations.

Mind sharing?

Redoil:
His voice dropped to a whisper. "Her business is girls. She comes here to shop for fresh ones. She bails them out, yes. But then she takes them to her brothel in the ashawo quarters. The girl must work to pay off the bail money. And the interest? Hah! It is a debt that never finishes."[s][/s] Trash as usual.
Are you saying people recruits girls straight from police satation

They have followed me to this topic again. Can a fool be wise God abeg

AfonjaPriest:
Putin is offering Africans what Trump is rejecting Africans to have.
God bless Mother Russia.
God bless Vladimir Putin.
God bless Palestinians.
God bless Gazans.

Very funny.
Putin o, US o, no one really cares.

Anyone who bites the offer will be sent to the warfront. They prefer Africans die more than their people.

Sacrificial lambs for their petty wars?

The understand Africans are slaves for the west.

That Tuesday morning, my pocket felt light, my heart heavy. Thieves had broken into my apartment, stolen my gadgets. So I found myself at the central police station, a place I normally avoid like a bad dream. The air there is always thick with trouble. I was only here to make a police report as required.

I was waiting my turn, frustrated, when I saw her. A woman, they call her Madam Gold. And the name fit. She was draped in expensive lace, real gold jewelry shining at her wrists and neck. She looked out of place, like a diamond in a gutter.

At first, I thought she was lost. She was walking slowly past the cell bars, peeking in, her face arranged in a mask of confusion. She kind of looked back and caught me watching her, and her act became even more dramatic.

"Officer!" she called out, her voice sweet like spoiled honey. "Where is he naw! Me I don't understand o?"

She moved from one dark cell to the next, until she stopped. She pointed a long, manicured finger through the bars.

"Ah! ! Officer come o" she gasped, her hand flying to her chest. "What is a small girl like this doing in this terrible place? Officer, how much is her bail? I must get her out of here!"

I was impressed. What a kind woman, I thought. A real Good Samaritan in this den of suffering. She paid the money without hesitation. When the cell door clanged open, a girl—couldn't be more than eighteen—shuffled out. She looked drained, her eyes hollow. Magdalene.

Madam Gold pulled her into a tight, false embrace. "My daughter, don't cry. Aunty has rescued you. Everything is fine now."

But everything was not fine. I saw the look that passed between Madam Gold and the Investigating Police Officer. It wasn't gratitude. It was a silent understanding, a transaction completed. My skin prickled. A wise man once said, "The lizard that jumped from the high iroko tree to the ground said he would praise himself if no one else did." Madam Gold was praising herself too much.

My curiosity got the better of me. I sidled up to a weary-looking constable.

"That woman has a good heart," I said, testing the waters.

The constable gave a short, bitter laugh. "Good heart? My friend, the fly that has no one to advise it follows the corpse into the grave. That one is Madam Gold. She is a regular customer here."

I didn't understand. "Customer?"

His voice dropped to a whisper. "Her business is girls. She comes here to shop for fresh ones. She bails them out, yes. But then she takes them to her brothel in the ashawo quarters. The girl must work to pay off the bail money. And the interest? Hah! It is a debt that never finishes."

The truth hit me like a physical blow. Her whole performance—the searching, the fake surprise—was just a show. She wasn't saving Magdalene; she was recruiting her. She was like the hunter who uses a sweet whistle to call the bird before he shoots it.

I looked at Magdalene, clinging to Madam Gold's arm like she was a lifeline. She didn't know she was just changing prisons. She didn't realize that he who is being carried does not realize how far the town is. Her journey into hell was just beginning, and she thought she was going to paradise.

Madam Gold even bought her slippers and a jacket to cover up and they drove off.

I left the station without even reporting my robbery. What was the loss of some gadgets compared to the loss of a soul? I walked away, the image of Magdalene's grateful, broken face burned into my mind. The real thieves weren't the ones who broke into my room. They were the ones in expensive clothes, operating in broad daylight, with the police holding the door open for them.

VDM is a very petty anyhow person.

He's always fighting with everyone.

He could actually introduce his plug without calling names.

missjekyll:
This is a scam . Why would an 17 be put in an XR?
Do you mean that an XR has been updated to the latest iOS?
Why are we like this? Tufiakwa

But upgrading a 2012 car to 2025 isn't scam?

It's the same thing.

Since it's your property, you have the right to use it as you like.

AngelahFlo:
I wanna attack you but I would sheath my claws for worthy things. You don't deserve a response from me than this: You focus on your own little mission here on earth. He has finished his and moved. Stop insinuating what doesn't concern you. Mr Sabinus

Sheath your claws amongst fœls of your ilk. I don't actually find you reasonable.

Bye.

One of the fake preachers in Nigeria who stage miracles and fake raising the dead back to life.

One of the pulpit bandits who feast on the brains of the gullible.

I already see those gullible ones here calling him "God's general".


TF.

Stupid African slaves.
Steal and steal yet fly abroad for the basics.

Una number one man get certificate?