₦airaland Forum

naijaboiy:
[color=#1980BC]Well,let's see what happens in court?

If you were my opponent in court I would have beaten you flawlessly.

How's Switzerland? [/color]

Hope you know that the "I'm Switzerland" the accused person lawyer (doveda/sheilak) used there refers to her presumed neutrality?

Meaning not taking sides?
That it is metaphorical and doesn't connote that doveda/sheilak- the lawyer of the accused is in Switzerland?

anwo247:
Senator Aisha Al-Hassan of the All Progressives Congress (APC) has been caught on camera boasting about her influence on the Nigerian Judiciary.

Al-Hassan, who is Buhari’s Minister of Women Affairs is seen in the YouTube video speaking in Hausa. The video which was posted on Nigerian Bulletin, is transcribed in English.

The woman minister who contested as the APC governorship candidate in Taraba State is seen assuring her supporters that she has the money and the “rulership” which means federal power to manipulate the judicial system and obtain a favourable judgement.

She also confessed that judges of the Appeal Court called her and told her the judgements in advance of the public announcement in court.

Watch the 1:14 minute video below:


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqPTqbRWpds

http://www.thetrentonline.com/shocking-buharis-minister-mama-taraba-saying-she-controls-the-judiciary-watch/

Who is/was the idiotic voice-over?

His voice is/was so phoney and irritating!!!!

Too bad!!!
Hope can you sue for only 20million damages?

Try and up the ante!!!!
Even though the damage cannot be quantified (the psychological and sociological ones) ,20million is too smalll
That money pout to enter billion,so that when the judge cuts it,especially when the school takes it to supreme court, when they cut it, it should be 100 million

Remember you still have to pay lawyer, pastor and me?

Oyaaa, increase that money now!!!

Compliance:
I didn't sign any agreement.

How is this possible?

Perhaps you haven't heard of electronic signature.
All those "by clicking yes" or signing up for something, you have expressly or indirectly accepted the terms and conditions.
You definitely signed up for something!!!

It isn't till you sign with pen on paper that it implies you haven consented to a contract.

Perhaps if you visit a lawyer, he may explain the legal aspect of this international business quagmire you have gotten yourself into!!!

bigtt76:
E yaaa. I feel you. Don't be scared those guys in Lagos are just marketers too aiming for their own commission.

If they disturb you too much involve the police armed with all correspondence with the course advisor etc. It's a bad debt and you dropped out. They can't force you.

It's a lovely course though. Finished one with University of Liverpool and it was quite interesting. Wished you could finish it though.

Loool.

How are you sure that they're marketers?

Ever heard of debt factoring houses?

At op Compliance, it is the t&c that can only save you.

If the terms and conditions you signed up for(yes!!!. That lengthy,boring blah blah blah legal jargons!!!) doesn't warrant this,then you may have a case!!

Or else, change address, phone number and what-have-you

otokx:
When the going was good, did you involve us? Take your case to the Supreme court o jare. If that boy has a French passport, it will be very complicated if he has been taken to France.

No. It would be easier!!!!

Watched it on Channels


Lmao at NDLEA!!!!!

Malakh:
lol only if you knew I was, visit has a different meaning in the scriptures tho but I get what you r saying, all i'm saying no Angel of God is coming to you because you went to a whorehouse

I don't understand this post of yours.

In fact, this thread is filled with confusionist starting with the op refiner

How do you mean no angel of God is coming to someone because he went to a whorehouse?

Have you forgotten Samson?

Or the scouts that lodged with Rahab the prostitute in Jericho?

Or perhaps it is just me and I am turning senile

I don't understand

Your blessing turned the blind boy to a seeing girl who ran to you to thank you?

How "refiner" ,I mean refining is your story!!!

The name of the song he Co produced is "lift off" off the watch the throne album.the particular track also featured Beyonce!

Estharfabian:
Eazypizzy!



Visit A dentist.

Send the dentist fee to his account!!!!

now, that is easypeasy!!!

davidsgal:
Am proud of my brown teeth... My bf loves it too!

Really?


Is this a joke?

princeshijman:
50k x 32. =1.6m. u go help out?

How do you mean?

He doesn't need to change the whole 32. Just the noticeable front ones

Or he could get grills to cover up or veneers or implants!!!

sinaj:
Are they also big?



If they are small nd brown, Derez no probz




Buh I dnt like guyz wid brown teeth tho

Look at your chest!!!!!

Because hunger is a bad thing.......

RichYoungNigga:
Wetin the guy dey find for India ??

In the USA we see them as minorities, they only work in gas stations

Really?

Have you seen the number of Forbes CEOs that are from India?

And I'm not talking about parents migrated to the USA but they were born in India and migrated to the USA?

And for those asking why Nigerians travel to India

Have we forgotten that they are known to have universities that have Professors that are good in is it civil engineering(?) Or I.T(?)

TLisieux:
Abortion is evil!!! Proudly ProLife.

Said Hitler ,Pol Pot and their likes mom!!!!

HMMMMMMM

When would APC stop the blame game and get to work?

WHEN?

yuzedo:
In 2003, I was in SS2 in Kings College, Lagos, and as things stood, I was definitely not the student or individual my parents, peers or progeny could be very proud of.

In my set were very many young boys who had fast mastered their act as reflected in excellent grades, strategic interpersonal relations, and immaculate school uniforms; I could boast of no such image or advantage.

But survive I did, day in, day out, keeping a low profile, and going through the motions of school for a goal I hardly understood, to be quite honest.

In Literature class one day, I was being me, and doing what I knew how to do best, having gained at least five years of such experience in the good old school; keeping a low profile in class, being absent-minded, reading a good (non-recommended) novel, drawing elaborate sketches of cartoon characters, animals, sports logos, places, or superheroes.

Some kid with a bright future read aloud from a Shakespeare text, while others, hell-bent on truncating their own glorious destinies faffed loudly at the back of the class where I was unfortunately seated.

Suddenly, our teacher got up.

"Who is the silly boy that made that sound? That hissed, just like a snake?"

The unfolding drama was none of my business, but it was enough to stall whatever time-wasting activity I was engaged in, so I raised my head to watch.

And then it became my business as an agent of Satan in White-and-White pointed. At me.

I was livid. And reacted quite naturally, by hissing.

"That's it! That's the exact sound! Come out here!" Mrs Ladipo ordered.

I was indignant, and upset at being falsely accused. But obey Mrs Ladipo, I had to. Because, well, it was Mrs Ladipo.

Now, let me tell you a little about Mrs Ladipo.

Mrs Ladipo was FINE. Oh my Lord, Jesus! She was so beautiful, and so svelte. Not in the mold of the average (dowdy) Civil Servant/Teacher, she looked better suited as a Wall Street Partner, and had a pedigree that was unimpeachable, and a style that was both effortless and on point. The good woman was as classy as they came, and was for that reason envied by many, admired by most, but respected by all.

So even as she ignored my righteous appeals, and punished me for an infringement I was innocent of, I could only comply, knowing that the world was unfair, and could do nothing about it except accept my fate, and wait, to exact my quasi-violent revenge on whoever accused me falsely.

I had been kneeling down with raised hands for some minutes when Mrs Ladipo thought it best to perhaps embarrass me or prove just how much of a nitwit needing reorientation I was, because she asked me to take over the reading aloud of our recommended Shakespeare text.

I did. And as I read from Macbeth, the recently irritated teacher turned to me in admiration, interrupting my effort to commend my impeccable reading style.

What? The GREAT Mrs Ladipo praising me? No! I turned it UP!!!

"Et tu, Brutus?", I vocalized, with proper inflection and unparalleled gusto, every text coming alive with the appropriate undulations necessary to complement every word, sentence and paragraph I read out.

My classmates looked on in seething envy as I received the greatest validation in mine and the school's history, from a personality so revered; the near-equivalent of a golden handshake from THE PKC himself, S.I. Balogun (God rest his glorious soul). Ah! I milked it for all it was worth!

But all too soon, the class was over, and I had to stop reading (much to the dismay of Mrs Ladipo, and the relief of my jealous, "less talented" classmates).

Mrs Ladipo asked me to carry her books and follow her. We went to her office, where I was uncharacteristically offered a seat.

"Who are your parents? What do they do? How did you learn to read with such confidence? I have never been so impressed before."

I answered as best as I could, hardly believing Mrs Ladipo had a genuine interest in me. You see, she had always been posh, and it seemed she had no time for anyone from less than a stellar background. So for this myth to be dispelled, with me no-less-a-subject, it was almost surreal.

"If you need, anything, Uzo, you come straight to my office and see me at anytime. And I mean it, okay? Your parents must be absolutely proud of you, you have a bright future ahead of you."

Lol! Me? Bright future? Me? With my dirty uniform? Me, parents proud of me with my C-parallel grades? Hian! I mused, eyeing the delicious-looking can of coca-cola on her table.

I left her office, without the refreshing can of processed sugar, but with a renewed sense of worth, a new-found peace with myself, and a heart of forgiveness for the "angel of God" who had falsely accused me simply to set me up for my glory. Bless his oblong head in whatever prison he most likely is in right now.

I only took her up on her offer once, when I needed an urgent exeat to leave the school. But every opportunity to court her grace, and to hear a kind word from her, I took eagerly, and it became a regular thing to carry her books to either her Mercedes Benz or Coupe.

That encounter never left my head, and it is with all honesty I can credit that paragon of beauty with being a factor in any level of success attained in future, I think I can honestly say Mrs M.O.A Ladipo ignoring my outer wretch and identifying the inner gold in 2003 was one of the most important experiences of my life.

She went on to be the Principal of Queens College, Yaba, but unfortunately passed on very recently. I have only the deepest sense of gratitude and good thoughts for her. She definitely made her impact in this life and the lives of many. Glory lasts forever.

Was there a "Julius Caesar" in Macbeth?

Wetin Brutus de find for Macbeth?

Someone help me out!!!!

sexymoma:
Lolz e pain am

I always laugh at threads like this where the op feels the invention of words by Nigerians should not see the light of the day perhaps because it is Nigerian? And nothing good can come from us?

Yet the Hot boys(Lil Wayne,Birdman,Juvenile and co) can invent bling bling, southafricans can invent kraal from their dutch/"boerish" tongue and other word inventions that are been added to the English lexicons frequently (especially the techies own!!!) But Nigerians cannot invent theirs?

What is the meaning of dab?the expression itself is what I do when I sneeze yet some no chains/migos peeps can turn it to a lingo that would soon be accepted in the English lexicon?