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Bukolaseyi:
it will increase it,n u will put on weight

You should understand my question.

Am male.

Increase breast and hips for what?

If i use am, i go come get breast and hips?

The guy was in my set in St. Finbarrs College Akoka back then.

omoneg:
Wow! Thanks for sharing this.

Please clarify me..i am not a lawyer..can i write my letter and take there too?

You can type your affidavit and take it there.

But knowing the office of the commissioner of oaths is the problem.

In most cases when you ask people for directions to the office of the commissioner of oaths they would most likely lie to you so that they can sign the affidavit for you and extort you.

If in Lagos, go to the Lagos State High Court at Igbosere and enter on the road where TBS and Kings College is. Go straight into the Court, the commissioner of oaths'office is the first room on the left. She will initialise the document for you, then you will take your affidavit to the cash office office which is like two rooms to the office of the commissioner of oaths on the right. You will pay N500 so they can put the High court seal on you affidavit and take your affidavit back to the office of the commissioner of oaths who will sign and stamp your document.

I hope this helps.

The only thing I can ever buy for PMB is poison.

Lifeless fvcker.

ritylove:
is this love or punishment

Love is pain.

babtoundey:
Mine was when I was serving in Lokoja. I just relocated to the house so I was a lone ranger. I had no friend, I showed no interest in anybody's business and nobody seemed to care about me. all they all knew was that I was a COPA. There was the day I had to fetch water from the pipe outside. When I got there with my bucket, I felt unsettled meeting a lot of people there. I was about retracing my step back to my room when I heard someone called copa. The call came from one beautiful (very beautiful I must say) Ebira girl who was at the tap. she took my bucket and helped me fill it after apologising on my behalf from all present. That was the first time I was seeing this girl even though I had spent close to three months in that house.
Before I saw her again it was after many months. This time around, she just was sitting outside and I ran outside merely to escape the torture of Lokoja heat. I was glad I saw her but sluggish I saw was I could not initiate a conversation. I found it very difficult to do. As if she noticed the difficulties I had in initiating some talks with her, she started again with "Kopa". There she told me she was preparing for jamb. she had had one attempt which didn't yield good result. she asked if I could help her with some of her subjects. Unfortunately, I could not. all her subjects were science related and I did something different. I only advised her to look for a good lesson and promised to get her someone if I could (which I did not)

fast forward, this sealed some kind of congenial relationship between us, even though we hardly see each other. Then, came Ramadan (fasting). I am a Muslim. she is too. I was just contemplating how difficult fasting away from home and depending solely on junk and Buka food would be. when one day, when I was still thinking of what to use to break my fast when I heard a slight tap on my door. God knows, I heard no friend. And I didn't have the slightest idea of who it could be. I opened the door and I saw one small okun girl, holding a cooler before me. "What can I do for you?" I asked. "Aunt to said I should give you". I kept wondering aunty... which aunty know me that much in this house. lo and behold, the aunty turned out to be the young pretty Ebira girl whose name I barely knew at the time. This gesture she repeated and sustained for 30 days (till we finish fasting). The time put up some courage to ask her why she was straining herself that much (I was aware she was that buoyant financially) to feed me, she said she was doing it as a kind gesture.

All my life, I had never been that fairly treated by a total stranger. I really wanted to to talk to her before I left finally. But she was off to her hometown the day I was leaving and since then, I never saw or heard from her again

i served in lokoja. ebira are very kind but dem get jazz wella.

How much alomo bitters?

Aunty Stretch.