₦airaland Forum

Dead poor man

The families will be given RICE

A sane person coming out for APC rally

Tueh

People don’t seem to realize the looming disaster that’s creeping up on us . I overheard a mother on the phone asking her son if 'his client had paid'—essentially asking if he had stolen. It’ll be interesting to see where all of this leads.

Hmmm

K

Anything “ Allaah” , count me out

Ok

Ok

I’m thinking that their is “mind your business” Relationship between bandits and military personnels In the north

All these potential bad wives will now come up with their rants

J

Nwamaikpe touched our hearts and varnished

drimzsmoke:
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Come and take my MBChB and licence, you hear Broda ode!!!

And about my poor writing skills, leave that alone. I'm a doctor and I'm sure there's nobody in your entire lineage that has achieved such feat before. Whenever you have a doctor in your family, come back and let's talk about my poor writing skill!!!😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎

I’m not really interested in those qualifications, as I'm content being a business person.

However, poor writing skills are a significant concern for a medical doctor. It can seriously impact your ability to communicate with patients, which may lead life-threatening mistakes.

I strongly recommend working on your English.

Anyways , my younger sister has double degrees in pharmacology and medicine, and she's available if you'd like to connect for advice or support.

Thanks

drimzsmoke:
Leave them alone. Let their ignorance kill them!!!
Because there are just 2 courses in Nigeria, medicine and others, it's why they are hating on us. Also because medicine is the only course that is like a fraternity, who no come, no go know. The above 2 reasons can explain the hate!!!!

Poor writing skill


I doubt you ever attended any medical school . I’m a business person btw

J

CommonSense1967:
Yeah right.

Trump lost the debate, even his Fox cohorts are saying that Trump lost the debate.
Trump will end up in prison by Dec or January of next year.

you have been In prison all your life , who is better?

The Vaccine turned him to an Ogun state man

J

Na dem dem

RIP sir , that’s if you are not a thief of public funds

SamaritanLady:
Imagine showing us a 3D image! This propaganda is stale already.

You are just 40 mins on Nl and already discrediting people ??

Beremx:
no one is advising Tinubu. He's doing it all by himself. He's bent on in caging critics by taking us back to Abacha era.
2027, is fast coming. Nigerians can't wait to kick him out. The suffering is unbearable.

Baby it’s not fast coming . It’s 3 years—don’t think I can wait

J

chiagozien:
I don't know if to keep it to myself.


He recently told me his intention to marry her, But before then he found out the lady know me through her comment on my Facebook post, Which he asked me if I know the lady.
I told him yes that she's my friend but I didn't go deep to the level our friendship was.
He's asked me if she's my girlfriend that he don't want it be dragging a woman with his brother.
I told him no problem that he should go on with her if he likes her(Already tired of her and didn't know it will lead to marriage discussion) The girl confirmed to my cousin she knows me very well and even know where I live in City,told him my area and street.
But I don't know if she told him our level of friendship.


But before then the girl reached out to me and told me my cousin (junior) is asking her out, That what's our stand, Which I told her to go on if she like him.
Her reply was I am the one she love most but she doesn't understand my attitude towards her again.

I said Okay.


Now my cousin is talking about marrying her, Even some days ago I was with both of them drinking, watching Masquerade and being entertained (I went to my Town for new yam festival)

The lady lives in the same city with me, From where we meet,She came back,I don't know if is for the festival or for the marriage matter because my cousin base in my Town for now.



We dated for three months before I started ghosting her because of a character I can't live with.
She is too possessive.

No lady will pass without her asking why do you look her Nash.(Even when i May not noticed the lady that passed)

Questions of how many girls you collected their numbers today, how many girls toasted you today.
Always demand to go through my phones.


Outside that she had no issues with the little I know her.



I don't know if to mind my business because he's the cousin I am more close to.

j

When it comes to impersonation , just count me out—I'm always unlucky

Back in early 2006, the Anambra state governor paid a visit to my community. It was the biggest event we had ever seen. The whole place was buzzing with excitement—community leaders, the vigilante heads, even the women leaders were being rewarded left and right. The governor carried this shiny briefcase stuffed with wads of cash, handing it out like Santa Claus at a Christmas parade. Oh, how I wished I could just casually dip my hand in that briefcase without anyone noticing!

Anyway, after he finished rewarding the Palm Wine Tappers Association, the governor called for the youth leader to come forward and claim his cash. But bro was nowhere to be found—probably off somewhere with his babe enjoying the spoils of palm wine.

That’s when my friend Ekabo gave me *the look* and motioned for me to step up and claim the money. Without thinking twice, I walked right up there, all set to impersonate the youth leader. The second I grabbed that cash, it was like holding a fresh fish straight out of the water—cool and slippery. I was already dreaming of my escape, but just as I turned to leave, the real youth leader popped up out of nowhere like the final boss in a video game.

Before the poor guy could even finish explaining, one of the soldiers, who had the build of Goliath himself, charged at me like a bull. Next thing I knew, I was airborne, and then, boom—I was tossed into the back of their Hilux like some stolen goods. Three long days I spent in the guardroom in Awka before my father and the Igwe finally came to bail me out.

To top it off, I got 30 solid strokes of the cane during the next town meeting in the village square. The cash slipped through my fingers, but I walked away with a life lesson: never try to be who you're not, or you might just end up getting kicked like a football.

EvilMerodack:


Amnesty International should rest or go queue behind the rest(NLC and SERAP)

We arent being ruled by mad men who go about flexing muscles unneccessarily to bully the weak. As any logical person would assume, there would have been some investigations carried out before it got to this level


This group should demand explanations first before releasing this empty article. Please, Lets stand for the Truth

God bless PBAT

Call me on video from your work place tomorrow, I will answer from mine

I will credit you 30k instantly after the call . I will drop my WhatsApp if you are in

EvilMerodack:


Who goes on strike just because one person in faraway Abuja is being held in DSS custody?

We arent that jobless

Imagine closing down your business/ notifying your HR of your absence from work just because Ajaero has been arrested

Thats the height of unseriousness

I need a prove that you have a job ? Please

Reminds me of my 3-month relationship with Njideka . Was like an episode of *Game of Thrones*—minus the dragons, but with plenty of drama. A little war, a little adventure. Being my first relationship, I was out here trying to make it work, but I was also doing a PhD in jealousy and insecurity. Not because I didn’t trust her, but because, you know, I didn’t want another guy sampling my all-you-can-eat buffet.

One cold evening, I was walking back from my favorite football viewing center, dodging Oga Oke’s shop like a ninja because I still owed him for a beer I bought for my friend the night before. Just as I was about to give Mama Nkechi, the food vendor, a wave (bless her heart, her beans were like magic), I saw the love of my life, Njideka, holding hands with some random dude.

Now, I didn’t wait for an explanation. Nope. I unleashed a slap on her face with the confidence of a man who’d just conquered a kingdom. The guy took off faster than I could say "run," and Njideka stormed off in the opposite direction. Feeling like I’d just won a small war, I swaggered into my apartment, full of pride and misplaced victory.

Little did I know that her younger brother is a Soldier Yep, the one who had been fighting Boko Haram for five years. On getting to my apartment with Njideka , he beat me like I was a piñata at a birthday party. I guess he mistook me for Turji Bello or one of the bandits Sambisa . Bless the men in our compound who rescued me that night , bless my Caretaker whom I didn’t know was a retired soldier and thank God for giving me the opportunity to testify to this in person

My relationship with Njideka didn’t end that night , but I did learn how to control my anger that night

Anything involving another man’s territory is a big no-go for me! I learned my lesson the hard way back when I was dabbling with widows and single mothers.

There was this time I met a young widow, Sonwa. I kept asking myself how any man could leave this fine woman for the land of the spirits. Tall, thick, and the fairest lady I had ever laid eyes on. Just a glance at her full, round chest could bring a dying man back to life ! Honestly, I considered myself lucky—Mr. Wajo had generously left me this treasure after taking a one-way trip to the afterlife. May his soul rest in peace.

So, it was salary day, and my wallet was stuffed like a Christmas turkey with 500 naira notes. I was at the bar with the widow, Sonwa, and the only thing on my mind was whether to order suya or nkwobi and what brand of booze to get next. Saving for the future? Pfft, who needs that?

We spent every last penny, and I was definitely feeling the buzz when she insisted I walk her home. Knowing her husband had moved on to the great beyond, I boldly agreed, thinking nothing could go wrong. I was clueless, walking straight into the jaws of death.

We arrived at her compound, and I swear, everyone was looking at me like I was a British explorer wandering into the king’s palace in the 1930s. Just as I was about to crack a joke, a strange-looking man emerged from her room. He was so tall, I couldn’t even make out his face—though let’s be honest, I’m a short man

Before I could ask my widow who the guy was, this mysterious dude slapped me so hard my ear started picking up static like an old radio with no signal. I couldn’t hear a thing! Whatever he was saying while pounding me like yam of the previous year, I couldn’t hear any .

When I finally stumbled home that evening, even my dogs didn’t recognize me! They chased me down like I was a thief, and my neighbors were ready to call the police. It was then that I realized this guy had rearranged my entire face with his hands of fury.

Lesson learned: I won’t even walk a woman to her street, let alone her house, ever again!