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Supreme01:
Hello Good people,
Please help me out of depression right now.

Earlier these month, great opportunity showed up, I was to assembly foreign equipment for one big politician in my state. The architect that got the contract contacted me as an engineer, we went to the site, take the measurement, ready to kick start the work. We've negotiated the price, you know Nigerians most demand for cut, which we agreed certain percentage.

4 days to the date set for the money to be transferred, she stop picking my calls, stop answering my chat on whatsapp.

Before then she'll be calling to ask if I'll be able to fix the equipments, she'll ask me questions like; how are you going to do it, what an what will you need, how many workers will work with you etc.

The guy that connected me with her happens to be a friend. I was updating this guy on every progress. At a point this woman start passing information through this guy to me. I was wandering, why can't she call me direct.

To cut the whole story, The woman went an gather some people including the guy to do the work, after all my efforts.

Ever since I finished my training 3yrs ago, have not gotten some thing to do an this job will have being good break through for me to get my own place. My rent's about to expire, difficult to feed etc.

I've never cry my entire life like this, for the past 5days I've being indoors because no job.

I'm really depressed. I've tried every thing to get it off my mind but no way. Never had this experience.
Please pray for me.
mode please help move to front package for me.

Jackyz:
Mosdii will be remembered forever...if u knw u knw

Do I really need to take it into consideration or overlook?
I observe my girl friend is very stingy and selfish. I really don't need anything from her, I foot our bills from A - Z, I give her between 1500 to 5k as tfare, meanwhile the actual tfare from my place to hers is just 200 to and fro.

Ok the problem is some weeks ago she was at my place for some days, the 2nd day in the morning I realized my toothpaste has finished, having it in mind that I'm gonna buy another one on my way back later in the day, unfortunately I forgot to buy it despite buying stuff at the supermarket. But God so good as I was blaming myself for forgetting to buy it, she told me she has toothpaste in her bag so we used her toothpaste that morning. I kept forgetting to buy this toothpaste for the next 3 days, I had to cut the tube with knife so I can have something to brush my teeth but my girlfriend was quietly using her toothpaste alone and she will return it into her bag, she saw me tearing the tube but didnt occur to her to surrender her toothpaste until i bought mine the 5th day.

I really didn't count it initially but I have noticed other things and it's taking my mind back to the incidence. My girlfriend has never used her money to buy me a sachet of pure water or cheapest orange or whatever.

Another funny thing is when we are eating, sometimes she accused me of eating from her meat or taking from her drinks when i didn't even touch it. Imagine always trying to lay claim to 3 pieces out of 4.

Do I need to pay attention to some of the little details or overlook all because of love or am I overreacting?

NB : she's presently unemployed but never lack support from her parents and myself.

valentineuwakwe:
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benjackugo:
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PlsBanMe:
OP,

It is your lucky day. So here is my suggestions free of charge.

When they pack to disturb you from getting out, smile. Puncture /deflate their car tyres. Continue to do the same. Break their side mirror too. That will help them stop.

As for during parties and the noises, find like one or two friends and wear customised EFCC T- shirts and visit the party venue. Just move round freely and count them. Then pretend you are making a call. They will flee in droves.

You know there is nothing called yahoo boys. They are pure thieves and scammer.

Actually another way is to go to EFCC office and explain some scammers are in your neighbourhood always boosting no one can arrest them. But that will mean you disclosing your identity in case they have informant within the EFCC.

BlueAir:
I can relate but leave them be. Cos if they find out by chance that you're behind anything. Hm. We no go jam agbako o. Abi none of them has woo u? Hence the revenge mission?. I packed out of my last apartment when Yahoo boys and their gen fraustrate my life. Life no hard reach so

Hotbutt:
Good evening. Please I need information on how to get some Yahoo Boys living opposite me Arrested.

I live in a close. My house is inside another close. In fact it's a close inside a close. You won't even know people live there becos the close is kinda hidden.

These boys are a complete nuisance since they moved into the area. They have no respect for those living around.

They are always packing their Cars infront of my gate purposely to block me from coming out of my house.
They make a hell of Noise.
They behave like complete Touts and Agberos. You can't even have a reasonable conversation with them. (So nobody should suggest that)
All they know is how to on generator from morning till night.
They live in a Flat where they pay about N400k and above.
The Landlord doesn't live there.
When they throw party, it is the worst. They will block the entire frontage with their numerous cars leaving no place to pass.

In fact they are a complete nuisance. I dislike them with passion.

I mind my business in the area 100%. If i look at u and u dont look reasonable or behave well, I avoid u.

If they can mind their own business without infringing on other people's right, we won't have a problem at all.

I want to end it all once and for all becos they think I can't do anything but I want to show them that my silence is not stupidity.

I need help on inviting the Law into this matter. If possible EFCC.

Thank you.

Firstorderwizard:
A mother bird built a nest in my outside AC unit.
No tree around my estate.
I left it and the joy I have derived in that act alone is amazing.
The bird is still there.

Coldie:
Supplying them weapons how... Break it down to me

Coldie:
For US to share this pic. Fulanis know that the US is against u in this your ruga

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NwaAmaikpe:





So even that charm ring on his hand could not save him?
You see that everything in this life is vanity.

ijustdey:
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Xcide:
If you’re reading this, it’s too late. My mind is made up already.

I am only here to tell the tragic tale of the worthless life I lived.

The names mentioned here are real. The events are narrated it occurred in real life. I will do my best not to lie or exaggerate any situation.

The link to this page would be found next to my body.

Here goes.





It all began on the 21st of June, 1995. My 15 year old mother pushing me out of her womb with her mother, My dearly beloved Grandmother expertly aiding my birth.

The compound was nothing to right home about. The dilapidated bungalow with rusted iron roofing sheets, several goats and fowls bleating and clucking all over the place would have been an eyesore to you but it was this place I grew to call home.


“It’s a girl.” Grandma smiled as she informed my fatigued mother in our local dialect.

My Mother, Mrs Irene Adaeze Korie, hissed loudly. “Finally, I can go back to school. When will my stomach be flat again?”


My Grandma scolded her but that did nothing to quench the burning hatred my own mother had towards me.


Irene refused to hold or feed me. All these responsibilities fell on Grandma’s shoulders.


Okay...at this point I know you’d be a bit confused as to why she hated me so much, I will gladly explain.

According to what Grandma told me, Irene met my father, Chief Njoku Peter in the year 1994. Irene was on holiday from her boarding school and as it was common then, she and her friends were going from house to house to do menial chores for some money.

That fateful day, My father’s wife, Lady Eunice gave them some chores to do. While they worked, my father drove into his compound.

When he saw the girls, he gifted them some cash and picked a particular interest in Irene. That was how their weird and deceitful love began in his massive and affluent mansion.


Grandma said she noticed a few changes in Irene’s behavior. Irene began wearing new clothes and staying out late. Irene formed the habit of locking the door to her room whenever she was out. One day, Grandma broke into her room and was shocked when she saw tins of milk, butter, jewelries, new clothes and some cash hidden under her bed.

That evening, Grandma flogged and interrogated her on how she got such money. Irene refused to tell her the truth. Grandma grounded her but like every rebellious teenager, she kept on sneaking out to see my father.



One afternoon, Grandma was in her market stall selling her vegetables when she sighted Lady Eunice alongside another influential woman in the village, behind them were two hefty boys.

People stared curiously at them including my own Grandmother who was oblivious of the facet that they were headed towards her.


“Are you the so called mother of Irene?” Lady Eunice rudely asked.

Before Grandma could give an answer, the boys had already turned her table, they stomped all over her vegetables as they destroyed her goods.

“What is the meaning of all these?” Grandma looked around, hoping her fellow market women would come to her aid but they all watched helplessly. Lady Eunice was a brutal woman.


“Tell your prostitute daughter to leave my husband or this would look like child’s play to what will happen next.”


My Grandmother was distraught. The accusation was worse than the damage done to her goods.




“Mama, he loves me and I love him too. He said he will marry me-“


“ Mechie ọnụ! You want to be a second wife? Where is your faith? Hmm! You don’t know Lady Eunice... What of your school?!”

“He said he will send me to university.”


“You are a fool!”

They dragged back and forth on the issue. Nothing Grandma said could change Irene’s mind about the Chief as she still kept on seeing him.

After the holidays, Irene went back to her boarding school but was expelled and sent back home after some weeks due to her pregnancy.

She and my Grandmother got into a heated argument that very day she came home. Irene packed her bags and left the house.


My father saw her coming into his office with her bags. She told him she was pregnant. It ended with His workers throwing her and her bags out of his company’s gates.

Grandma reported the case to the elders. They supported my Father and claimed my mother was a wayward girl. The elders tagged Grandma a witch who killed her husband and two sons. They threatened to burn down my late Grandfather’s house and exile them if they persisted.


My Grandma felt defeated. There was no way a poor widow like her could fight a wealthy chief especially with the money hungry elders.


The elders made her and Irene swear that the pregnancy allegation on Chief Njoku was false . I, the unborn child was tagged a bastard with no father.


As if that wasn’t enough, Grandma was excommunicated from the CWO (catholic women organization)in church. This deeply saddened her as she was a staunch believer.

Irene on the other hand was still in love with Chief and still had hopes of him accepting her pregnancy. When she was 5 months pregnant, she walked in looking tattered and bruises were all over her face.

Grandma was alarmed and kept on asking what had happened.

“Mama, I only went there to beg him to accept the pregnancy. I swore that he is the only man I’ve ever been with. He said he is not the father.
I told him I needed some money to buy things for
the baby. He asked his workers to send me out of his office.”

Grandma told Irene she deserved the beating.

Irene was 8 months pregnant when she heard the my father was getting married to a second wife- A beautiful graduate.

I guess it was at this point my biological mother transferred the sins of my father to me and swore to hate me like I was the spawn of the devil.




Mrs Adaeze Irene korie. I hope you get to see this. Thank you for making my childhood hell even into adulthood you never showed me an atom of love or kindness. You treated me like I was poop. You kept on taunting and tormenting me to the extent I believed I wasn’t good enough. God knows I tried to please you and make you see I was good and lovable but your hatred remained adamant.

You show love to your other children freely. Am I not also your child?

Thank God I had Grandma who showed me love and kindness. She was the only real family I had.


* sorry I am a bit exhausted and overwhelmed. I haven’t let out my emotions like this before as I am deeply introverted. I need a break. To be continued shortly.

KnowledgeVault:
Okay beautiful.