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Winnyluv:
Hi everyone

I just received an SMS from Nuel Golden Step Resources (NGSR) inviting me for a job interview tomorrow at 55 Nike Lake Road, Trans-Ekulu, Enugu by 8:30am.

Note: I never applied for it

Please is NGSR interview genuine or scam?
Has anyone heard them?
Was anyone also invited for the interview?

Probably a scam. Hope you didn't fall for it.

lustychima:
Their picture will appear on condom leaflet


Lady kwali is a woman of substance, learnt about her abt 13 yrs ago in my fine art class

EazyMoh:
You are a disgrace to your teachers.

Chinonsodike2 has real, I mean very real personality issues. Just check his previous posts. He despises himself which is So sad.

Olutayojr:
Are you African, if no I will understand but if yes am speechless

The guy has a very low self esteem. Obviously. He needs a shrink no doubt.

airminem:
I have 10months toddler and I just found out I'm pregnant again! To be honest I am scared because I had a c-section and I am a little embarrassed. It was a total accident, but I do admit I was not on any bc. I'm afraid I will have people judging me because our son and this baby will only be months apart. Not that it matters, but since I'm already uneasy about the whole thing it just bothers me more. Economically or financially we are working or as.ses out but aren't their yet! The one thing i notice is that no one is ever really ready to bring another child in the world!, it just happens but to me kids are a blessing from God!! My husband and I haven't told anybody because I told him not too yet, I am really embarrassed and don't know what to do. I just returned to work a month-plus ago since my job gave me few more months after c-section birth. How do I tell my work colleagues and family member i am having another baby. I really don't know what to do. I am happy about having another one but just embarrassed. Advice from those of you who can give useful idea.
Hold it! You better don't say congrats okay.

Thanks!

Why are you embarrassed to be pregnant. Be happy. Some women would give their right arm to experience what your experiencing right now.

It's your marriage, it's your body, it's your baby. Anybody who thinks they have a say in these private matters of yours had better be your God or at least paying your bills.

Shake off the guilty feeling, enjoy your pregnancy because whether you know it or not, your overall mood will affect not only the labor but also the child in the womb before parturition.

extraSMOOTH:
Her mother is a widow

I thought as much. No father would ever let his married daughter stay longer than necessary in his house. Na to flog am back sharp sharp.

All the best with your surgery.

Oh BTW, don't give in to her blackmail tactics. It's either she wants to come or not.

Choi! See FFO. God bless those aunties for us.

Wait, lemme guess, her mother is not living with her father anymore right?

Well, I'll advise you to let her be. Tell her you've not gotten a job for her yet and that she can take as much time as she wants before coming back.

STOP sending money to her for upkeep either for herself or for your son.

I wish you all the best as you prepare for surgery. It will be successful I'm sure. But you may want to keep your finances in order before the surgery.

Adultery is grounds for divorce in the Bible. I'm assuming there's more to your separation though...maybe you cheated first and she decided to hurt you by doing same.

However, don't force or rush her. Let her come to the realisation by herself that her place is beside her husband and not in her mother's house.

If she takes longer than a year, file for child custody and get back your son.

I hope you're able to resolve this amicably.

vic224real:
LOL.... How on earth would I think such?
That I lend him money to make him marry me? Common friend, I won't think such a thing. Am happy and honored to be his girlfriend but if he propose marriage to me I will be happier as I would gladly accept it without wasting time. #smile......

Anyways thank u so so much for your advice nd contributions. Kissesssss

My pleasure. He's a lucky guy to have you.

Dyt:
I can order them for you
Which would you like?


The Wrath of McCrotchsky
The Butt Propeller
Dame Edna’s Vibro-Suck Nerf Love Doll
The Ham-Scented Jiggle Wand
Porkins’ Porker (endorsed by Star Wars’ Porkins)
Judge Judy’s Juicy Jelly Roll
Squirtle’s Rod of Madness
Gape-o-Matic 5000
The Salivating Salami
Satan’s Forefinger
Diablower
The Cramp Ramp
Grundle and the Dirty Lasso
Gobble Hobby
Adam’s Bomb
The Amsterdam Plunger
Blackbeard’s Special Peg Leg
The Syrupy Waffle
Engorged Steven Tyler
6 Revolutions of the French Nanny
X: The Void
The Obsidian Comptroller
The Rideable Vertigoat
Hans the Handsome Haberdasher with Deep Probing Action
The Unholy Taco

Hmm...

Mama the maama. Kare!

Over 700 people advised you in your previous thread before you married this man. I can remember I was one.

Why do people bring their life problems here if they aren't exactly looking for advice? Unless of course you're a very bored troll.

Sorry, I won't give anymore advice because you'll just ignore all as usual.

Do what your mind tells you dear.

KanwuliaExtra:
When in Rome, obey Roman laws.
Serves them right.

How can you discipline a child a leave visible marks to be seen by authorities?

Ever heard of "water-boarding"?

Bush ijjjiots. Dem tink say na NaiJUria dem dey?
See their Local Faces.

Now, the child is gonna be phocked in the a$$$$$e by one foster-phag-parent ke!
Nonsense!

Waterboarding?

You waterboard your kid?!

Yours is even worse. Is is a terrorist?

What if the kid dies of asphyxiation?

I'll just quietly bring the said child to Nigeria for holidays. That's the last he's entering a plane till he's 18. I'll enroll him in a military school where a normal daily routine includes flogging with belt.

We were flogged when we were kids and we did not die. Which kain rubbish be dis wan now!

You did the right thing. If I were you I won't expect the money back though. Not because I don't need it back, but because lending money to friends usually sour such friendships when the other party fails to meet up with the payment.

It's easier if you just give it to them and forget about it than expecting it to be paid back. That way, both of you won't be under any pressure. If he pays back that would be a pleasant surprise.

Besides, I hope you're not thinking he has to marry you because you lent him the money. Best not to think that way.

Our people aren't used to an intimate wedding celebration.

I must be able to identify and recognize everybody at the reception of my wedding.

Catering for 50 guests I'd say is more than enough.

What's the point of calling the entire township and they end up fighting over plate of rice and pot of stew?

Wedding is a moment of new begi nings for the couple and the two families. I'd choose those that will be present at the occasion with care and caution.

Please accept my condolences.

Respect your sister and pull down her picture please. We don't need photo evidence.

May she rest in peace. Amen.

Nice write up. Very helpful. Especially that last point lead by example. Children watch and imitate their parents a lot.

Will you see this kind of post on Front page? Never.

It doesn't contain gossip material about Tonto Dike or some other slut or maybe OP should post the picture of a snake along with it.

MidolsStudent:
Jesus
Bros u go school at all?

So because you just passed JAMB we won't hear word again, abi.

Sunnymatey:
You must be blind to the happenings in this country if u think otherwise. That's how the hausa/fulani sees other tribe. You may pretend not to know this. My hausa friends and business associate have told me this. What happened to the killers of Past. Eunice in Abuja? Nothing cus its normal for a slave master to kill his servant and many more

Oh I see. Now go get yourself a dictionary and look up the meaning of slave.

Emycord:
ridiculous statement! Anytime from his birtday to his death day is before his death ok but you can prove nd wrong but before you do remember there are educated guys on this public forum. Dont display any stupidity o

Really? There are educated guys on this forum?!

I wasn't aware o.

Wait lemme guess, you're one of them abi?

zendy:
You missed the point. Do you see anyone else screaming for freedom except them? Thats is due to Ojukwu. Ojukwu opened the eyes of his people to freedom and self determination. The rest who call themselves 'Nigerians' are still answering the colonial name the white man imposed on them and claiming the country created by Lugard as their own. Those ones cant scream for freedom in a million years because they are too blind to see they are in bondage. Their own 'Ojukwu' is yet to come.

Yeah, you're right. Let's blame the white man for all our woes and criminal tendencies.

They are the reason we smuggle drugs, steal from the national treasury, kill ourselves in the name of religion, engage in prostitution, establish baby factories, kill ourselves for money rituals.

Sunnymatey:
Op which would u choose. Free education under slavery and Total freedom from slavery.

Do you know the meaning of the word slavery, or do I have to buy every IPOB a dictionary?

Emycord:
My father my father mighty defender of biafrans. Selflesly using his father's wealth to save the life of nigerian/african jews from extinction. Not minding his own comfort or the lack of it this singular action of ojukwu preserved the lives of millions of biafrans. For just that fact we are proud of ikemba nnewi. The man nigerians so desperatly wish to discredit. And all thier efforts so far has been so fruitless

Lol. Which time frame are you using to answer? Thought the guy is dead

zendy:
I think that the greatest thing Ojukwu did was to declare his people free. Nobody has managed to do this since Lord Lugard 'roped' everyone into his colonial creation called Nigeria in 1914. Ojukwu gave his people freedom, gave them their flag, their currency, their anthem, their identity and their pride. Without freedom, life is worth nothing. The belief in self determination which Ojukwu gave his people in my view is the single greatest thing anyone one man has ever given his people in the history of Africa.

Oh really?

If they are free why are they still screaming for freedom over 40 years later.

Nigeria can rise above her current challenges and lead Africa out of the dark, but unfortunately we all seem at home in the dark. We are quarreling and fighting over mundane things such as religion, ethnicity, JOLOF RICE and preferred politicians

So sad.

Very interesting read......not mine copied from somewhere. Quite lengthy.

Every Patriot in Africa should read this article; penned by US-based Zambian media practitioner and author. He is a PhD candidate with a B.A. in Mass Communication and Journalism, and an M.A. in History.

They call the Third World the lazy man’s purview; the sluggishly slothful and languorous prefecture.

In this realm people are sleepy, dreamy, torpid, lethargic, and therefore indigent—totally penniless, needy, destitute, poverty-stricken, disfavored, and impoverished. In this demesne, as they call it, there are hardly any discoveries, inventions, and innovations.

Africa is the trailblazer. Some still call it “the dark continent” for the light that flickers under the tunnel is not that of hope, but an approaching train.

And because countless keep waiting in the way of the train, millions die and many more remain decapitated by the day.

“It’s amazing how you all sit there and watch yourselves die,” the man next to me said. “Get up and do something about it.

When I first discovered I was going to spend my New Year’s Eve next to him on a non-stop JetBlue flight from Los Angeles to Boston I was angst-ridden.
I associate marble-shaven Caucasians with iconoclastic skin-heads, most of who are racist.

“My name is Walter,” he extended his hand as soon as I settled in my seat.

I told him mine with a precautious smile.

“Where are you from?” he asked.

“Zambia.”

“Zambia!” he exclaimed, “Kaunda’s country.”

“Yes,” I said, “Now Sata’s.”

“But of course,” he responded. “You just elected King Cobra as your president.”

My face lit up at the mention of Sata’s moniker. Walter smiled, and in those cold eyes I saw an amenable fellow, one of those American highbrows who shuttle between Africa and the U.S.

“I spent three years in Zambia in the 1980s,” he continued. “I wined and dined with Luke Mwananshiku, Willa Mungomba, Dr. Siteke Mwale, and many other highly intelligent Zambians.” He lowered his voice. “I was part of the IMF group that came to rip you guys off.” He smirked. “Your government put me in a million dollar mansion overlooking a shanty called Kalingalinga.

From my patio I saw it all—the rich and the poor, the ailing, the dead, and the healthy.”


“Are you still with the IMF?” I asked.

“I have since moved to yet another group with similar intentions.
In the next few months my colleagues and I will be in Kenya to hypnotize the Raisi

I work for the broker that has acquired a chunk of your debt.
Your government owes not the World Bank, but us millions of dollars.

We’ll be in Lusaka to offer your president a couple of millions and fly back with a check twenty times greater.”

“No, you won’t,” I said. “King Cobra is incorruptible. He is …”

He was laughing. “Says who? Give me an African president, just one, who has not fallen for the carrot and stick.”

Quett Masire’s name popped up.
“Oh, him, well, we never got to him because he turned down the IMF and the World Bank.
It was perhaps thNigeria can rise above her current challenges and lead Africa out of the dark, but unfortunately we all seem at home in the dark. We are quarreling and fighting over mundane things such as religion, ethnicity, JOLOF RICE and preferred politicians

So sad.e smartest thing for him to do.”

At midnight we were airborne.
The captain wished us a happy 2015 and urged us to watch the fireworks across Los Angeles.

“Isn’t that beautiful,” Walter said looking down.

From my middle seat, I took a glance and nodded admirably.

“That’s white man’s country,” he said. “We came here on Mayflower and turned Indian land into a paradise and now the most powerful nation on earth.
We discovered the bulb, and built this aircraft to fly us to pleasure resorts like Lake Zambia or lake Kenya .
I grinned. “There is no Lake Zambia or lake Kenya
He curled his lips into a smug smile. “That’s what we call your countries . You guys are as stagnant as the water in the lake.

We come in with our large boats and fish your minerals and your wildlife and leave morsels—crumbs. That’s your staple food, crumbs.
That corn-meal you eat, that’s crumbs, the small Tilapia fish you call Kapenta / omena are crumbs.
We the Bwanas (whites) take the cat fish.
I am the "Bwana" and you are the "mtu".
I get what I want and you get what you deserve, crumbs.
That’s what lazy people get—Zambians, Kenyans , other Africans, the entire Third World.”

The smile vanished from my face.
“I see you are getting pissed off,” Walter said and lowered his voice.

“You are thinking this Bwana is a racist.
That’s how most Zambians , Kenyans respond when I tell them the truth.
They go ballistic.
Okay. Let’s for a moment put our skin pigmentations, this black and white crap, aside.

Tell me, my friend, what is the difference between you and me?”

I said
"There’s no difference.”

[b] “Absolutely none,” he exclaimed. “Scientists in the Human Genome Project have proved that. It took them thirteen years to determine the complete sequence of the three billion DNA subunits.
After they were all done it was clear that 99.9% nucleotide bases were exactly the same in you and me.
We are the same people. All white, Asian, Latino, and black people on this aircraft are the same.”

I gladly nodded.

“And yet I feel superior,” he smiled fatalistically. “Every white person on this plane feels superior to a black person.
The white guy who picks up garbage, the homeless white trash on drugs, feels superior to you no matter his status or education.
I can pick up a nincompoop from the New York streets, clean him up, and take him to Lusaka and you all be crowding around him chanting muzungu, muzungu and yet he’s a riffraff.
Tell me why my angry friend.”

For a moment I was wordless.

“Please don’t blame it on slavery like the African Americans do or colonialism, or some psychological impact or some kind of stigmatization.
And don’t give me the brainwash poppycock. Give me a better answer.” [/b]

I was thinking.

He continued. “Excuse what I am about to say. Please do not take offense.”
I felt a slap of blood rush to my head and prepared for the worst.

“You my friend flying with me and all your kind are lazy,” he said. “When you rest your head on the pillow you don’t dream big.

You and other so-called African intellectuals are damn lazy, each one of you only going for leadership; just to fill their own stomach and steal from poor.

It is you, and not those poor starving people, who is the reason Africa is in such a deplorable state.”

“That’s not a nice thing to say,” I protested.

He was implacable. “Oh yes it is and I will say it again, you are lazy in your minds.

Poor and uneducated Africans are the most hardworking people on earth. I saw them in the Lusaka markets and on the street of Nairobi selling merchandise. I saw them in villages toiling away.

[b] I saw women on Kafue Road crushing stones for sell and I wept. I said to myself where are the Zambian intellectuals? And on kenya l saw women as bricklayers. Where are these intellectual men ?

Are the Zambian or Kenyans engineers so imperceptive they cannot invent a simple stone crusher, or a simple water filter to purify well water for those poor villagers? Or sort out the drainage system to make Biogas or rivers purification systems.

Are you telling me that after thirty-seven years or more of independence your university school of engineering has not produced a scientist or an engineer who can make simple small machines for mass use?

What is the school there for?”

I held my breath.

“Do you know where I found your intellectuals? They were in bars quaffing.
I saw with my own eyes a bunch of alcoholic graduates. Calling themselves policy makers

Zambian , Kenyans , other African intellectuals work from eight to five and spend the evening drinking. We don’t. We reserve the evening for brainstorming.”

He looked me in the eye. [/b]

“And you flying to Boston and all of you Africans in the Diaspora are just as lazy and apathetic to their country.

You don’t care about your country and yet your very own parents, brothers and sisters live there.
Many have died or are dying of neglect by you as democratic government .
They are dying of AIDS because you cannot come up with your own preventive measures. To much immoral .

You are here calling yourselves graduates, researchers and scientists and are fast at articulating your credentials once asked—oh, I have a PhD in this and that so what?
What next? Handouts from IMF ? Then repay?

I was deflated.
“Wake up you all!” he exclaimed, attracting the attention of nearby passengers. “You should be busy lifting ideas, formulae, recipes, and diagrams from American manufacturing factories and sending them to your own factories.

[b] All those dissertation papers you compile should be your country’s treasure. Why do you think the Asians are a force to reckon with? They stole our ideas and turned them into their own. Look at Japan, China, India, just look at them.”

He paused. “The Bwana has spoken,” he said and grinned.

“As long as you are dependent on my plane, I shall feel superior and you my friend shall remain inferior, how about that?
The Chinese, Japanese, Indians, even Latinos are a notch better.
You Africans are at the bottom of the totem pole.”

He tempered his voice. “Get over this white skin syndrome and begin to feel confident.
Become innovative and make your own stuff for God’s sake.”

At 8 a.m. the plane touched down at Boston’s Logan International Airport. Walter reached for my hand.

“I know I was too strong, but I don’t give it a damn. I have been to Zambia , Kenya , other African countries and have seen too much poverty.”

He pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled something. “Here, read this. It was written by a friend.”

He had written only the title: “Lords of Poverty.”

Thunderstruck, I had a sinking feeling.

I watched Walter walk through the airport doors to a waiting car. He had left a huge dust devil twirling in my mind, stirring [/b]
[b]
I remembered some who have since passed—how they got the highest grades in mathematics - the sciences and attained the highest education on the planet.

They had been to Harvard, Oxford, Yale, Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT), only to leave us with not a single invention or discovery.

I knew some by name and drunk with them at the Lusaka Playhouse and intercontinental hotel, safari park Kenya and Central Sports in Lusaka

Walter is right. It is true that since independence we have failed to nurture creativity and collective orientations.

We as a nation lack a workhorse mentality and behave like 13 million civil servants dependent on a government pay cheque.

We believe that development is generated 8-to-5 behind a desk wearing a tie with our degrees hanging on the wall.

Such a working environment does not offer the opportunity for fellowship, the excitement of competition, and the spectacle of innovative rituals.

But the intelligentsia is not solely, or even mainly, to blame.

The larger failure is due to political circumstances.
Knowing well that King Cobra , Kenyatta, and others will not embody innovation at Walter’s level let’s begin to look for a technologically active-positive leader who can succeed them after a term or two.

That way we can make our own stone crushers, water filters, water pumps, razor blades, and harvesters. Or dig our own boreholes without IMF involve. [/b]

Let’s dream big and make tractors, cars, and planes,
or, like Walter said, forever remain inferior...

A fundamental transformation of our country from what is essentially non-innovative to a strategic superior African country requires a bold risk-taking educated leader with a triumphalist attitude and we have one in YOU.

Don’t be highly strung and feel insulted by Walter. It is like shooting the messenger.

Take a moment and think about our country.

Our journey from 1963 has been marked by tears. It has been an emotionally overwhelming experience.

Each one of us has lost a loved one to poverty, hunger, and disease.

The number of graves is catching up with the population.

It’s time to change our political culture. It’s time for Zambian , Kenyans and other Africans intellectuals to cultivate an active-positive progressive movement that will change our lives forever.

Don’t be afraid or dispirited, rise to the challenge and salvage the remaining....

OILSOUP:
WEN THE TIME REACH, U GO TAKE UR MOUTH ANSWER THAT QUESTION URSELF.

Time for what?

OILSOUP:
WEN TRUMP DESCEND ON BUHARI, IT WILL BE TOO FUNNY I SWEAR.

How old are you again?

drss2:
he who is not willing to make sacrifices is not willing to achieve anytin.
d death of IPOB members (killed in cold blood by cess-pit militia) will NEVER be in vain.

Oh yeah?

What are you even still doing online? Aren't you supposed to be part of those leading this march?

Oh I see. Others are collecting bullet for head, you dey house dey soak garri abi?

You try.

TheBiafran:
i have heard you.
i would have replied better but no

my trip to china is strictly business unusal
that is why i am studying chinese for 2 years plus now

just dont worry let me get there first!
the sun must rise
and we will do to nigeria what israel is still doing to palestine!

Well, i wish you safe trip. Bring a Chinese babe for me when you're coming back o.

But before you go, i want you to ask yourself, which country's passport are you going to use? Biafra? Or the "zoo"

zendy:
Why are you asking all these stupid questions without asking the ones that are important?

Why should the Nigerian security agencies shoot unarmed people? Is that their job? Are they allowed to shoot unarmed people under the constitution? What is wrong with people like you? How can your Police and Army be committing murder and you are asking irrelevant qyestions?

If my questions sound stupid to you it's probably because your skull is too thick to allow anything in.

Which questions are important then?

The police should fold their arms and watch a group of law-breakers cause mayhem?

The authorities who have sworn to protect lives and properties of citizens should smile and nod their heads in approval while you guys go on a rampage?

Your solidarity walk, how far? Has it given you the Biafra?

Screengrab my earlier response, frame it on your bedroom wall, meditate on it day and night, call your IPOB elders to come and join you to contemplate it, because until there's a measure of intelligence in your struggle, more people from your side will continue to die needlessly.

But I'm sure you can't see that.

All you see and want people to comment on is that people have been killed.

They are dead. A sensible group will think of how to prevent the next massacre.

But then, Biafra screamers aren't all that sensible, are they?