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This one na Abacha wey go school.

Maybe he was a woman in his past life. Kobojunkie can relate.

There is something called divorce. She should’ve explored the option. In the natural world, people marry or pair multiple times. Nobody gives awards for staying with one person all your life.

Come to think of it, I should start dating again.

Shifting the goal post. From poor man mentality to one not having the time. What won’t someone read on Nairaland.

Oceanjagaban:
it's not really a bad thing to cook for a female friend. but most of the time you won't have that time.

You’re even a broke boy, sef. No wonder you’re always here. Instead of learning the way from your brother Uyi, you keep antagonizing him.

LIVINGICONREBOR:
Highly informative!!
I don't joke with my sleep even if the great tinubulation wants to take that away from me.🥱🥱

Your write-up contains your answer. Why are you disturbing us?

Angie30:
Hello,
I want to get a 7 weeks puppy but the owner says he hasn’t been vaccinated. When I googled it says dogs should be given their first vaccine against parvo by 6 weeks.
I once had a dog that was down with parvo and I know how much it cost to cure the dog plus the pain he went through, so I just want to know if getting this dog and vaccinating at 7 weeks is risky.

1. If the shooters were black, Arab or Muslim, their names, pictures and education would be broadcast everywhere. The shooters were obviously white.

2. Arrest the 17 year old’s parents. Minors should not casually wield guns.

3. Another day in America, another shooting. Criminals should self delete themselves to save taxpayer money.

With 100% of Nairaland children being male, I wonder what OP is looking for. Physicality is one layer of human male sexuality. It is one which most women can overlook.

I would’ve contributed, but when the topic starts from A.I., nothing reasonable would be concluded or brought forth.

Find a hustle and make money. That way, you can eat all the akara and koko you desire in life.

thesolutions:
I have eaten indomie and chicken, Rice and chicken, beans with fried plantains, egusi soup with assorted meat (I don't claim to buy or prepare these delicacies with money that I don't have) but they don't hit me like Akara and Koko(pap in the north made with rice and some ground nut pudding)

I don't know if it is because I bought this with my hard earned money, but anytime I'm eating this, I find myself humming a song and swinging left and right on the chair. I can't remember doing this while eating expensive dishes.

Even when it is finished, I'll be looking for those tiny drops in the package.

I don't remember what struggle awaits me while eating this.

I don't think I'm alone in this feeling.

That is a fully grown chicken. Pay your mother the required sum and barbecue the thing. Cocks crow for no reason whatsoever.

In my younger days, a lecturer let his rooster free roam around campus. The thing took upon itself the responsibility of becoming our personal alarm clock. 4 a.m., 6 a.m., 12 p.m., 4 p.m. and sometimes nighttime when I brought women over. Me and my friends reported the case to the owner. He kept playing dumb regarding the animal. Na so one day, we open door, set corn for the thing. The rooster was never heard from again and everybody slept well. Very tasty animal. Who could the man hold? The place had four hundred students living together.

Python25to30:
My mum rears cockreal , there is a stupid beautiful white cock that derives joy crowing at odds hours like 4am till dawn infact any unusual time. This heediot happens to habe his cage opp my window hence no sleep for me from 4am.
Today i came out when it woke me by 4am and mistaken threw slippers to it breaking the leg.
It now hops on one leg, me thinking it would not have energy to crow again as it would use some nutrient for leg healing.

To my surprise this guy still get mind dey crow for 4am today again after breaking the legs yesterday.

I feel guilty for breaking the leg it was a mistake. But now the crowing is now worse.

The other orange male don't crow except this heediot white one.

Anything he posts now goes viral. The bored children of social media. Na here I pity pass. Zero original content.

Story from Uganda that OP is playing his part in trying to make it trend. God knows what they will come up with tomorrow.

Also, a man can feed a woman for years and no one will find out about it. Let a woman feed a man for two days, and all the neighbours will know the sums of money, types of food and denominations of the currencies she gifted him.

“The Uber Driver That Picked Me This Morning Completely Ruined My Mood.
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‎I entered his car and the first thing I noticed was how unusually quiet he was. No music, No small talk. Nothing.
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‎Halfway into the trip, his phone rang through the car speaker.
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‎“Daddy, mummy said we should ask if you’re coming home today because there’s no food again.”
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‎The little girl’s voice was so innocent. The man paused for like 5 seconds before replying softly, “I’ll bring something.”
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‎But immediately he ended the call, I saw him wipe his face quickly.
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‎That was when I noticed the empty pack of cabin biscuits and sachet water beside him.
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‎This man had probably not eaten too. The rest of the ride became uncomfortable for me because while I was complaining internally about Abuja traffic, somebody’s father was driving around hungry trying to save his family from embarrassment.
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‎When we got to my destination, the trip was 4,700. I gave him 20k.
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‎The way he turned immediately and stared at me ehn… You know that look people give when life has humbled them too much to even express gratitude properly?
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‎That look broke me. It’s just so sad that a lot of people are going through a lot in this Tinubu economy"

They can never see someone doing positive things and ignore. Death, rife and destruction is their calling card. If you want to engage in violence and get paid for it, join the military. There is no gain to being a gangster. Sure, you’ll hear the name of your gang being ruthless — what will it add to your pocket? Money goes only to the highest of members. Those ones don’t physically pull hits, they order them.

All the more reason why it works since the average man sees it as a low quality idea.

Oceanjagaban:
sorry to say but na poor man mentality be that

I’m not surprised that in 2026, the average African still believes witchcraft works. Good thing I long did away with any belief of spirits. It frees the mind to enjoy the modern world. If spirits actually exist, their existence does nothing to affect mine.

Mental slavery. It’s why we’ve stagnated as a people.

He’s enjoying the attention.

I finally watched it and came to conclusions:

1. She’s an attractive woman. A tad controlling. One could tell from the ten-second clip.

2. The man was knacking the friend like she was a wife or girlfriend. Maybe she was a side chick who Sisi finally acknowledged her existence. She should stay on guard. We may hear future stories of both repeating the act without her knowledge. If it was the first time with the female, he would put her in positions to show off his athleticism.

3. I never heard of these two before the tape.

As the title says.

We keep hearing stories of people discovering juju hidden in their places of residence or work sites. What exactly is the juju meant to do? Can some be kept with good intentions in mind?

This reminds me of when one sixteen year old Nairaland child was conflicted on which course to study. Everybody on Nairaland dropped comments. Out of all, he chose to listen to a fellow sixteen year old who was a year ahead of him in university. He shunned advice from older members in favour of the one which sounded sweet to his ears. About eight months later, he reported back to the forum, admitting that he failed the course that members picked for him. Sure enough, everyone pointed out his obviously doomed selection and revealed his result was his doing. He chose not to learn and concluded with blaming Nairaland members for his failure.

What about this better idea: cook for her in your house?

Youths these days read a lot. Social media has made the activity fun. Books are boring and outdated. They serve a purpose only when one wants to learn a new concept.

Story from Tanzania.

andy4d2ofus:
I received a credit transfer of 500k into my account from an unknown person.
What should I do next. I don't want trouble, pls advise .

Them don open another account for the upcoming election season. Once the thing passes, the account goes dormant.

Continue. The day you win 300 million Naira, you won’t come to update us.

gracias124:
People who quit betting are not humans or they are superextraordinary humans, if they are normal human like me, how they were able to quit but I coudnt?
After trying almost every strategy to quit.
I kept losing my hard earned money and living in hunger and squalor but all I think is my next bet.
Its crystal clear that is not possible to make a living via gamblling but I couldnt quit.

My village people make una forgive me abeg I know you are after my life, abeg e don do free me abeg, all my mates are marriaed while I am chained with bet.

Please free me

Who is meant to carry his luggage before?

I don’t borrow on a regular day because I live within my means. This thread means nothing to me.

What is the US’s endgame?

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Doesn’t look like Naija. I can’t blame her. The heat makes people comfortable with being nude. Once I enter inside room, the same. Na only towel I dey tie once I comot.

All the young Nigerians wasting away from following the activities of old people in power, nko? I choose not to be useless in life.

Let me find out for myself.

womilojublog:
Stay where you are.

I mean that with every ounce of sincerity a person can carry in a sentence. Stay where the morning comes to you gently, where the air has not been monetized, where you eat food that still knows what soil it came from and has not been engineered in a laboratory to survive a shelf life longer than some marriages.

Stay where your vegetables are grown by hands you might actually know, where the fruit tastes the way fruit is supposed to taste, where the chicken was not injected with anything that requires a chemistry degree to pronounce. Stay where your body is nourished rather than processed.

Stay where you sleep without the low hum of financial anxiety running beneath every dream. Where a hospital visit does not arrive three weeks later as an invoice that makes your knees buckle.

Where illness is something to be treated and recovered from, not a financial catastrophe dressed in medical language. Where you do not have to choose, as millions here genuinely do, between the prescription and the rent. Where insurance is not a labyrinthine industry built on the art of collecting premiums and denying claims, where your access to care does not depend on which plan your employer selected during open enrollment and whether the specialist you need happens to be in-network this particular calendar year.

Stay where the bills do not multiply in the night. Where utilities and healthcare and education and simply existing do not constitute a second job's worth of administrative labour just to maintain.
Where you are not one unexpected expense away from a crisis. Where financial stability is not a personality trait attributed only to those disciplined enough to achieve it, while the structural reasons it eludes so many are quietly ignored.

Stay where you are not a demographic. Where you walk into a room and are seen as a person first, entirely, without the half-second recalibration behind someone's eyes that tells you they have already filed you under a category before you have opened your mouth. Where your competence is assumed rather than auditioned for. Where your presence in a space is not treated as a question that needs answering. Where you do not carry, alongside your bag and your keys and your phone, the additional invisible weight of representing your entire race in every interaction, of being the example that either confirms or defies whatever narrative the room already holds about people who look like you. Where you can simply be unremarkable in the most beautiful sense of the word just a person, in a place, living a life, asking nothing more of the world than to be met as a human being.

Stay where your dignity is not a political football. Where the person elected to lead the nation does not wake in the morning and reach for a device to broadcast contempt for people who do not resemble him, worship as he does, or originate from the places he deems acceptable. Where leadership still carries some residual obligation toward all the people, not merely the faithful and the familiar. Where a president is not a brand, a grievance, a performance of dominance conducted daily for an audience that has learned to read cruelty as strength and humiliation as entertainment. Where the highest office does not radiate a particular kind of sanctioned nastiness that gives permission to every smaller cruelty waiting in the wings.

America will seduce you with its mythology before you arrive. It has spent a century and more perfecting that particular art. It will show you the skyline and the possibility and the stories of those who came with nothing and built something, and those stories are real they happened, they happen still, and they matter. But it will not show you what those people carried to get there. It will not show you the years of being overlooked, the accent mocked, the name mispronounced with a carelessness that communicates exactly how much your origin is valued. It will not show you the promotions that went to someone less qualified but more familiar, or the neighborhoods that were never quite made accessible, or the quiet transactions of exclusion that happen every day inside systems that swear on paper they are fair.

It will not show you the loneliness of arriving in a country that wants your labor and your taxes and your energy and your contribution to its greatness narrative, but reserves the right to make you feel, on any given Tuesday, that your belonging here is conditional. Subject to review. Dependent on behavior. Contingent on how well you perform gratitude for being permitted to exist in a place you have just as much right to exist in as anyone who was simply born here by the accident of geography.

There are things America does that nowhere else does quite the same way. There is a particular electricity in certain cities, a creative restlessness, a collision of cultures and ideas that produces something genuinely remarkable. There are people here of extraordinary generosity and conscience and courage, people who have spent their lives pushing this country toward the version of itself it keeps promising to become. There is beauty here, real beauty, in the landscape and in the people and in what becomes possible when the best of this place is actually working.
But you, dreamer you who rise without an alarm because your body is rested, you who eat your breakfast slowly and know exactly where it came from, you who do not dread the end of the month, you who have never had to calculate whether you can afford to be sick, you who walk through your days without the psychic tax of navigating someone else's prejudice you are already living something that millions of Americans are working themselves to exhaustion trying to approximate.

Do not trade that peace for a postcard.
Do not arrive chasing a dream that was always partly fiction, sold most aggressively to people from far away who could not yet see the seams. Do not exchange your organic mornings and your unbothered evenings and your deep, untroubled sleep for a system that will ask everything of you and remind you, periodically and without apology, that you are here on its terms.

You cannot negotiate with a country that is still negotiating with itself about whether everyone in it deserves equal dignity. You cannot charm your way past a president who has made his contempt for people like you a cornerstone of his political identity and a rallying point for those who share it. You cannot out-work structural exclusion or out-smile institutional bias or out-perform the low ceiling that certain systems place over certain heads regardless of what is inside them.
Stay where the food is real. Stay where the air is yours. Stay where your peace has not been disrupted by a nation's unresolved argument about who deserves to belong.

Stay where you are already, quietly, profoundly, completely free.

That is rarer than any American dream.
And it is worth more than most people here will ever be able to tell you, because most of them have never known what it feels like to have it.

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