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DeclanR:Sure |
DeclanR:He owe you no sympathy However , where is your location? |
carzeem1:So what happens after Buhari’s men gives him the ticket ? Will he get more votes than sowore got in 2023 ? Or are you new to Nigerian politics or speaking out of your hatred for a particular candidate? Anyways , bad governance favours my business , so I don’t care about your choice at the polls Just keep rewriting the future of your kids |
Relax , Tinubu will send you rice 🐒 |
Kaczynski:so in conclusion, you travel my legs , writes letter instead of internet subscription and also drink garri in place of actual meals I really want to understand you better |
ChizzyBuna:. In the days before the change of government, I was a man at ease and a man of means Each month, I received eight hundred thousand naira after my tasks were done. It was sufficient for my household, for my wife, and even for Fatima my secrete mistress ; one whose laughter brought me secret joy. Life, though not extravagant, but was comfortable. But when the times changed, so did my fortune. Now I earn one million naira each month, yet it no longer carries the strength it once did. What once fed many can barely satisfy two. Before the fourth week arrives, my wife’s face tightens, for her kitchen grows empty. Of all that I have lost to this administration and inflation, none pains me like Fatima, the rare gift that Lagos once placed in my path. Her beauty was such that even the strongest of men would falter before it. And now, as my purse has grown light, so too has her presence vanished from my life. My burdens have multiplied. My mother brings forth her needs like an unending stream, and I find myself unable to meet them as before. My in laws, who once looked upon me with respect, now see me as a man whose hands have weakened, for the small support I once sent has been swallowed by rising costs. Even in the house of worship, my place has diminished. The pastor who once greeted me with honor now scarcely turns his gaze toward me, for my tithe no longer speaks loudly in his ears. In my village, where I was once celebrated and given the title of Ogbuefi, there are whispers. I no longer visit as I once did, nor do I bring gifts of cattle. And so, the honor that was given in days of abundance now trembles in days of scarcity. Thus I ask you my friends , Can a man truly live in comfort in these times, when his earnings rise, yet his needs unending ? No my friends , no my friends |
If me from South east make this video , they will pick me up the next day |
yarimo:React as what ? |
[quote author=concho post=137816729][/quote]We are taking them to court too by January. Very useless bank Bro , can you reach me on 090 3932 5223 Or avail your own WhatsApp please. Have something important to ask please |
TonyeBarcanista: |
I messaged my regular cab man, and his response touched me deeply. Not to confirm a pickup, but to share that he’s now in the UK. Truly, humility is the ladder that lifts a man.
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In this world , you will encounter trials and temptations—- but don’t worry , I have overcome the world |
Good evening, fam. My younger brother brought up a very important issue today, and I felt it would be wise to share and get your thoughts on it as well. He has decided not to pursue a university degree but is deeply interested in learning and building a career in tech. At the moment, he’s enrolled in the Google IT Support Certification on Coursera and plans to transition into Cybersecurity afterward. I didn’t oppose his decision because I know how determined he is once he sets his mind on something. This morning, he asked me a question that I’d love to get your perspective on: “Is it really possible to earn well in tech without a university degree, especially if I pursue international certifications like Security+ and others?” Please, if anyone has experience or solid advice to share, kindly help guide him with your input. Your opinion on this won’t just help my brother, but will also enlighten others who may be considering a career in tech without going through the traditional university route. Thanks so much in advance! 🙏
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doggedfighter:Can we talk outside here ? 090 39325223 Whatsap please |
Your wife is already used to your odor Some people are very smell sensitive. My elder sis does that even to her own kids and to us the siblings . She smell even the tinnest odor . Another thing could be your house and ventilations . It does build up in us Your wife no get choice , some people enjoy foul smell |
Omo , You self wey Dey keep all these things fit kpai tomorrow |
BlindAngel:How much you buy the Camry bro . I need one |
Intact skull is the most important thing here |
It appears a growing number of individuals have far too much idle time on their hands. Perhaps he should extend his mockery to the leadership of the United Arab Emirates—where, to the best of my knowledge, water travel via rivers is virtually nonexistent. Maybe, just maybe, they too cannot “afford” boats. I still struggle to comprehend the intellectual deficiency required to suggest that boats are a necessity for navigating Onitsha. To where, exactly? The imagination fails. |
12kusd The Governor should have sent his gateman to receive this |
Kano ke Omo |
Oga shift Na person wey return from America marry my girlfriend and still buy car for her Papa I |
But it becomes a crime when ESN kill cows in our farms |
And when she comes to the sobering realization that reaching the destination does not yield the fulfillment she envisioned, a profound sense of emptiness engulfs her, plunging her into depression 😂 Therapists makes more money in Canada than doctors in USA |
Thundafireseun:I’m not interested in your tribe . You might want to face elsewhere |
Thundafireseun:You are concerned about Obi’s trips ? Does your father pay tax to him ? No need to ask of you , because I know you are jobless . Only jobless people defend incompetence on this tribalistic forum |
Reminds me of Nkechi The daughter of Akpama’s famed old vigilante chief, she whose presence could make even the stingiest of men loosen his wallets at the mere sight of her bosom. Yea, those twin spheres upon her chest, so well-rounded and firm, did seem as though the God himself had spent a full week in careful craftsmanship. Her height, her eyes, her hips—verily, the Almighty must have tarried long in her making. Yet, despite knowing full well the wrath her father could unleash upon any man who dared lay claim to his jewel, the fire of youth burned within me. Yea, I resolved that, come what may, I would rest my weary head upon her bosom, if only for a night. And so, on a fateful eve, I led her to a tavern of great renown, and there did I lavish upon her all manner of delicacies and strong drink. With every sip, her laughter grew louder, her steps less steady, until at last, she leaned upon me for support. Thus emboldened, I led her to my humble abode, convinced that fortune had smiled upon me. Upon entering, she seized me with the passion of a seasoned harlot, her lips upon mine, her hands upon my loins. In that moment, I knew not whether I was in the land of the living or caught betwixt the realms of men and gods. Yea, the night was long, and the deeds many—5 rounds did we dance before the embrace of sleep took us both. But lo, when the morning sun did rise, she turned to me with solemn eyes and spake thus: “Didst thou touch me in the night?” Fool that I was, I answered in truth, knowing not the doom my words would summon. Scarcely had she departed when the ground trembled beneath the wheels of a Golf 3 wagon, packed to the brim with vigilante men. Little did I know that others, silent as the night, had encircled my dwelling, lurking behind the dwarf fence of my landlady. Sensing peril, I leapt through my window, seeking refuge beyond the fence. But alas! No sooner had my feet touched the ground than a slap, mighty as the thunder of the gods, did land upon my cheek, shifting the very alignment of my thoughts. Yea, my vision blurred, my knees buckled, and ere I could reclaim my senses, a great boot met my ribs, followed by the firm grasp of strong hands upon my belt. Like a goat for sacrifice, I was flung into their wagon and carried forth to the place of my reckoning. What transpired in that dreaded guardroom is a tale for another day. But know this—I live, and that alone is cause for thanksgiving. And verily, I have sworn upon my very soul never again to so much as wave at a maiden who staggereth under the weight of drink. |
DyshApp:Most dubious and corrupt banking institution in Nigeria . Never you believe anything coming from these guys |
Utanisco:You are not worthy to advise any human . You sold your bed , how ? |
Cti28:Now try clito 😎 |
How many miles/km does your car goes per liter