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Whatever religion that is telling you to kill will surely kill you. Be reasonable do not succumb to any brainwash.

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I bought it 2,150 from an old customer at Igwuruta, Port Harcourt yesterday.

Nigeria politics will continue to spell doom to Nigerians until political offices are made unattractive financially. Imagine when the president of a country receives paltry 100k as salary without any other benefits, it is only who want to make name that will feature in political scenes and the incessant killing will stop.

Nigeria politics will continue to spell doom to Nigerian until political offices are made unattractive financially. Imagine when the president of a country receives paltry 100k as salary without any other benefits, it is only who want to make name that will feature in political scenes and the incessant killing will stop.

Ayedaade Grammar School, Ikire

Comrade shibboleth you must remember
Work hard, play hard and keep straight
In class at work on field of play
Let us do our duty with all consciousness
Who would not love
Aye Gramms! Aye Gramms!!
Foster mother for us all.

He that throws stones to barking dogs on his way will get late to his destination... Every wise individual should leave this barking dog called kemi Olunloyo alone, she is like a leper who can not make milk but can destroy the one others made. When you trained your daughter with a cursed money what do you except. She always talk like a baby. No control at all. After 3 children with 3 different men what is the difference between you and a prostitute.

[quote author=SWG25 post=46233338]Can we comfortably say that Allah is in support of the Avengers? [/quot

Yes, if only and if the avengers were oppressed.

It is very possible, human minds are not the same. Some people are outside there willing to help despite the shoddy situation we find ourselves in Nigeria, still you have to watch out!

A good attempt to multiply the membership. Go ye into the world and multiply.

I am very sure Ardo was drunk when making his comment, if not, how would you prevent people from guiding his environment from impending danger.

I know from the onset that Fulani herdsmen are drumming war by their actions, since the authority that be remain indifferent people have to protect themselves and the idiots should not see themselves as indomitable.

Agba'ya ni madam Olunloyo. Remember that that lady suppose to be your grand daughter age. You are just pouring your jealous.

8 hours non stop except to buy fuel, From Port Harcourt to Ikire.

May you not see the dead of the baby
I am happy for you and at the same time Thanking God on your behalf.

This is the high time we put our Parrot inside a cage

This is the governor who spend people money for the people. We want more of your type. Not everyone is absolutely corrupt, at least people will have reason to vote credible leader like you once more.

It is just the fear of unknown that make people enslave themselves and think they are working. I can not stand such insults, I will rather start from somewhere, no matter how small or menial and begin to live my life rather than any arrogant boss to dent my ego and subject me to inferior element in my country.

Braggante:
The office is in Lekki, the ninth floor of a fifteen storey building, and that's where the administrative works for the enterprise is done. We are a real estate development company we build and sell and sometimes lease out luxury apartments. The income is tidy, for the owner of the company. He is the reason I’m writing this.
He is a rich guy, extremely arrogant and does not care about his staff. When I say extremely arrogant, I mean he is rude with it. So here’s a typical scenario, which has become somewhat normal to Staff. You are enjoying your day so far; just around mid-afternoon, when you hear your name bellowed in the passageway by the voice you now know to dread. "Tunde! Where is Tunde".
You adjust your tie and step out as quickly as you can, knowing that delay will result in abuses. You step out, and as he sees you, then he shuts his door behind him. You hurry along, while your co-workers pop their heads out of their door to see the look of a dead-man-walking.
His office is ice cold, and you wonder why your ac in your office makes a lot of noise for nothing. Here you won’t hear the ac complain, you just feel it. Like I feel it now, in the ostentatiously decorated office. I stand a few feet from the door, still afar from his large desk. To the right stands a huge portrait of himself, gazing down on you, and even though you are not looking at it, you can feel his stare. He is on the phone now, talking loudly to an old friend. He laughs and says his goodbye. Dropping the phone on his empty desk, his face changes immediately he sees you.
‘Are you daft?’ he says. That’s not a question, and so you needn’t answer. Answering might be disrespectful.
‘I’m sorry sir?’ you say, your hands still held behind your back, as you start to sweat.
‘Are you deaf?’
‘No sir’, you reply promptly, not knowing if it was a question or not.
‘Did you not see me on the phone? Are you so stupid that you don’t know that you should wait outside till I call you in?’
To that you keep silent. He looks at you as if his stares will rip you into shreds.
‘Are you not the one I’m talking to?’ he barks.
Now let’s take a pause here. You remember when you were doing your interview? When he sat in the middle, and didn’t say a word and you felt you had impressed him? You remember how he nodded every now and then, and you knew he was the boss with his bow-tie and expensive wristwatch, you recollect? That was a month ago. You had thought you’d do all you can and he will be impressed with your work. Well, doesn’t he look different now? Don’t you just regret sending your CV here in the first place? Okay, let’s get back.
So he’s still staring at you, his stare colder than the blistering ac. ‘I’m sorry sir,’ you say.
‘Shut up!’ he says with the top of his nose. ‘What document did you request for? The MD said he has given you a copy already, so what else is it you are asking for?’
‘We need it to send it to the bank for the-‘, you are saying.
‘Are you deaf?’ he cuts in. ‘I said he has given you. Are you stupid?!’
Now pause. At this point, you are close to breaking in tears. Not because this here man is shouting at you, or that even though you are talking in a low respectful tone, he speaks so that the whole building can hear how stupid you are, no that’s not why you want to break down. And it’s not because all of a sudden your tie is choking the life out of you, or that you haven’t had the opportunity to eat all day even though you have black coffee splashing around in your stomach and you can bet it runs through your veins. It’s because you haven’t been paid for last month and it’s the 20th already. No, it’s not about the money. It’ about honour, dignity; it’s about getting a fair compensation for your hard work. No scratch all that, it is about the forking money. Else there’s no difference between us and the slaves on plantations.
‘I don’t have it sir,’ I say.
Then he stares at me for eternity. I swallowed hard, avoiding his eyes. My legs are weak now.
‘Okay you can go’ he says, as if he’s had just enough of me and I was fouling the air. 'I said get out. Get out.' He waves his hand as if to wave off a pesky fly.
A wise man once said there is the permissible fifteen minutes of madness in every man’s day. The wise man? Me. So I’ve carved fifteen minutes out of every day to do something stupid; something I want to regret much later.
‘Are you done?’ say I.
‘What?’ he replies, befuddlement on his face.
‘I was just asking if you are done, you rat face.’
He was silent. His jaw drops, lips partly open.
‘Do you know just how bland you sound? Are you really this irritating, or you pretend to be? Do you sometimes stop to listen to the crap that actually comes out of your mouth? Do you-‘
‘Are you mad? Get out of my office!’ he yells. ‘Get out of my building! You are-‘
‘Fork you, I quit, you forking arrogant selfish bastard!
He stands up and walks towards me with determination. As soon as he gets close enough, I swing out a punch, meets him right on the jaw. I hear it click. He yells and falls to the floor, writhing. 'why?' he asks.
'Give me my salary first, you forker!'
Then I drag him to the metal safe under his table, and order him to open it.’

‘Yes sir,’ I say with a bow, and walk out.
That could have been my fifteen minutes, to talk back at The Man, to live, to be free, to start my own path as an entrepreneur...but I am in Nigeria where The Man knows you have no choice but to remain on his plantation, and a thousand more are gunning for your post and as soon as you leave, CVs will start rolling in. There may be nothing for you out there, so this was not that fifteen minutes of madness; no, it is not yet time. Will the time ever come?
I get back to my table, relieve the grip of my tie, fold my cuffs and get back to my slave labour.

Charity begins at home but it does not end there, that is how you know a thorough bred Yorubas whether affluent or otherwise, that respect to elders will be there. If you do not like it jump to lagoon. Yorubas are not related with monkeys.

kodded:
wo lai inferiority complex dey wory this woman sha

Ecoterrorism:
If at this age these boys can't identifiy the alphabets before they were taught then there is a big problem in the north.


What has the elites in northern Nigeria been doing with the wealth they embezzled from Niger delta



Last week the governor of Kano built a monumemental mosque in Jigawa whereas Jigawa don't have a school to rival that mosque in structure.



SMH for this northerners

Gullible and Selfish elites who are concerned with embezzling public fund for their selfish interest at the expense of the poor. Only to give them bad religious orientation and encourage violence everywhere in the North. It is a pity.

Flexherbal:
This is the end of the road for them.

It might not be, after all Ava has been arrested and set free for related offense before. How are we sure that they will not be set free this time again.

I can't stop laughing!!!

ANSWER IS 10.... THE QUESTION DOESN'T ASK HOW MANY ARE LEFT ALIVE OR DEAD BUT HOW MANY ARE LEFT..


ANSWER =10

You get it right,

This type of dressing is for boys in village squares. Uncivilized, can't give his like to my she dog for marriage.[color=#990000][/color]

O boy, we don't want you here, you hear? we have enough problems in Nigeria than to add you to the existing ones. Stay where they born and trained you.

My man is speaking in tongue. My Fellow Yorubas this one resemble incantation oooo!

Charity begins at home, so they say, but in Nigeria case it begins at abroad. Anyway even if our efforts are thwarted by gullible politicians, some of us are recognized and honored in abroad. Congrats Madam.

at least one good thing from this region
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