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Longest? Only 2 months and the gongoni went back to... Anyways, planning a complete overhaul of the Audi A3. At the moment, it's still down as I don't have its time.

#grateful

Thanks Bruv.

People come here to share testimonies, mine won't be any different.

I have always had the mind of an entrepreneur since my teenage years. It made me not to start job hunt early enough until a friend adviced me otherwise (I sat at home hoping business would automatically pop open with no skill involved).

I applied for YOUWIN!, didn't get. maybe I wasn't prepared. But this is the breakthrough. I MADE THE LIST OF 1000 AFRICANS SELECTED FROM 54 AFRICAN COUNTRIES OUT OF 45,000+ APPLICATIONS SUBMITTED. isn't God wonderful?

Everything I wrote on was research based. Pretty soon, I will announce that my product is ready for purchase.

Until then, Thank you TEEP. Thank you Tony Elumelu. Thank you nairaland family. #patronise when it's time. *smiles*

They should 'kukuma' collect all my salary. Won't it be better that way?

This guy talks with everybody before their demise. He talked with Audi before his death and now this. #notalktomeoooo.

busyicon007@gmail.com. Please send. Knowledge highly needed.

Isn't it time already? Even of you have to shiver, shiver but say it as it is. Remember, she is a woman first before her beauty. Note that fear is a factor that can be overcome. Regardless of class, you might be the one she has been waiting for.

His words are 'Udom, get up so Umana should seat! Brainy...

Jollyjoy:
Something must kill a man

A colleague of mine whose favourite quote is the above is in the morgue. Careful girlfriend.

Siena:
I've added you to the group. Welcome aboard!

Yipee! Thanks Siena. My younger bro told me about this tread. How about the recommended oil,please?

Hello good people. I have just joined the Audi crew. (Siena, pls add me up to the group. 07032732334) I have an Audi A3 1997 model. It didn't come with the owner's manual as its a Nigerian use. Please use your good office to write down the recommended oil. Plus is Mobil 1 a good oil for it to? (Engine has been changed by original owner.)

Any recommended Audi mechanic in Abuja? Help please!

You wan join d celeb club? E no come easy oooooo. U beta sidon 4 ya papa house oooooo. Nigerians fit put u 4 spotlight come leave u 2 ya fate oooooo. Remember Zahra? Na my 1 pence although I no dey vote ur papa.

Was on the fence for a long, long time. But after the media chat, the comparison between APC and PDP rail project, the media buying APC saga and now this; I've made up my mind. Clueless, drunkard, slow poke, whatever name he is called... He's gat ma vote.

Debate's too dull. Can't wait for channels.

This is what happens when we make infants wives. Their psychology is automatically transformed. Well done Muslims, see what you have made of a kid.

Why do we allow ourselves to be lied to by hypocrites. The said man is also in govt and now wants to look good before citizens.


Pure thrash

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By age 34, Nasir Siddiki, a successful business man, had made his first million, but money meant nothing to him on his deathbed.
Diagnosed with the worst case of shingles ever admitted to Toronto General Hospital , his immune system shut down and doctors left him to die.

The next morning I woke in a sterile room on the eighth floor of the hospital, my skin burning as though someone had doused me in gasoline and lit a match. I felt on fire from the inside out.

My doctor arrived and looked at me in wonder. “The blisters are multiplying so fast I can literally watch them grow,” he said. ‘”Your body isn’t fighting back.”

The next morning, in addition to shingles, I had chicken pox from head to toe. I was put in strict isolation. That evening my temperature soared to 107.6 degrees — hot enough to leave my brain permanently scrambled.

For days I continued to deteriorate. My nerve endings became so inflamed that a hair drifting across my skin sent shock waves of fire rippling through my body. By week’s end, I was listed in critical condition.
Muslim sees Jesus in Toronto
Nasir and Anita Siddiki

My Last Hope
In life, I’d been bold, self confident, a risk taker. But facing death, I was terrified. I had no idea what might await me on the other side. I’d been raised as a Muslem in London , England , and I understood Allah was not a god who heals.

My only hope was in medicine.
I eventually slipped so close to death that the doctors didn’t know I could hear them when they examined me. “His immune system has simply shut down,” one of them said.

“He’s dying,” the other confirmed. “His immune system must be compromised by AIDS.”
I don’t have AIDS! I wanted to shout, but I couldn’t form the words. Then it hit me. He said I’m dying!

The doctors spoke quietly to my co-worker, Anita. “In a few hours he’ll be dead,” they said. “If by some miracle he lives, he’ll probably be blind in his right eye, deaf in his right ear, paralyzed on his right side and he may be severely brain damaged from the high fever.”

Then they left.
They left me here to die! I felt like a drowning man going down for the third time. Gathering my strength I whispered a prayer. “God, if you’re real, don’t let me die!”

In His Presence
During the darkest hour of the night, I woke and saw a man at the foot of my bed. Rays of light emanated from him, allowing me to see his outline. I couldn’t see his face, it was too bright. No one had to tell me, I knew it was Jesus.

The Koran mentions Jesus; Moslems believe He existed, not as the son of God, but as a good man and a prophet. I knew this wasn’t Mohammed. I knew it wasn’t Allah. Jesus was in my room. There was no fear, only peace.

“Why would You come to a Moslem when everyone else has left me to die?” I wondered.
Without words, he spoke to me. “I Am the God of the Christians. I Am the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.”

That’s all He said. He didn’t mention my illness. He didn’t mention my impending death. As suddenly as He appeared, He was gone.

The next morning, the same two doctors arrived to examine me. “The blisters have stopped growing!”

“We don’t know what happened, but the shingles virus has gone into remission!”
The following day, still in pain and covered with blisters, I was discharged from the hospital with a suitcase full of drugs. “Don’t leave home,” the doctor cautioned.
“It will be months before the blisters go away, and when they do you’ll be left with white patches of skin and scars. The pain could last for years.”

Stepping outside into the morning sun, I looked like a cross between a leper and the Elephant Man. When people saw me, they crossed to the other side of the street. However, my mind was not on my looks; my thoughts were on Jesus. There was no doubt in my mind that Jesus’ presence in my room had stopped the shingles virus. Whatever else Jesus may be, I realized that in His presence miracles happened.

That fact left me with one consuming question: Is Jesus the Son of God as the Christians claim, or is He just a prophet as I was taught?

At home that evening, in spite of the drugs, the pain and itching was so severe I almost had to tie my hands. Even so, I fell into a restless sleep wondering about Jesus.

Learning to Live
The next morning, I woke early and turned on the television. Flipping through the channels, I froze when I saw the following words across the screen: Is Jesus the Son of God?

I listened intently as two men spent the entire program discussing this topic — answering all of my questions. Before the show went off the air, one of the men led the television audience in a prayer. My body was aflame with pain but I knelt on my living room floor anyway. Tears streaming down my face, I repeated the prayer and invited Jesus into my heart.

Immediately a voracious spiritual hunger sprang up within me. I had to know more about Jesus. In spite of my doctor’s orders to stay inside, the next day I went out and bought a Bible. First I read the books of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. Still ravenous, I started in Genesis and read through the Bible during my sleepless nights.

Meanwhile, Anita brought me books and teaching tapes explaining the Gospel. I devoured them while continuing to study the Word of God. As my understanding of faith began to grow, I dug out a picture of how I looked before shingles. I prayed and asked God to make me look that way again.
Nasir and Anita Siddiki

Jesus, My Healer
One week after my discharge from the hospital, I woke and found my pillow covered in blisters. I must have clawed them in my sleep, I thought. I crawled out of bed and stepped into the shower.
This is for the edification of the body of Christ. Praise GOD!

What had started on my pillow was finished in the shower: Every blister fell off my body!
Instead of being covered with patches of white and scar tissue, my skin was simply red and raw. It slowly healed, returning to its pre-shingles condition. When it did, I not only looked human, I looked like I did before I got sick, except for the scars that I still carry on my chest.

None of the doctor’s dire predictions came true. My eyesight was 20/20. My hearing was normal. My speech was unimpaired. I suffered no brain damage.

My healing was miraculous, swift and complete. I never suffered from lingering pain or any other complication. Not only did I have the worst case of shingles ever admitted to Toronto General Hospital , I also had the most miraculous recovery.

Jesus, the God of the Christians, showed up in the hospital room of a dying Moslem and healed me. But that wasn’t the greatest miracle He performed. The transformation that occurred in my heart was even more dramatic than the one that occurred in my body.

An international teacher and evangelist, Dr. Nasir Siddiki is the founder of Wisdom Ministries (WisdomMinistries.org). He lives in Tulsa , OK with his wife Anita and their two sons.
Please share this wonderful testimony with others and help spread the Gospel of Christ.

The topic is misleading and majority didn't read the content well. It says 'OJB's fundraising committee' are suing and not him. I think its pretty clear. For the comedy and comedians, we really need it sometimes take stress away.

Exactly what we get when certain people occupy a position of relative exposure and popularity..

He is in dire need of attention hence the publicity. And of course he is not alone in this.

I am seeing things! Deeper Life, here I come! So I can now bake cake and you can now allow my wife use wedding gown? Lol.

Nice one and congrats.

And she was on stage doing what exactly?

yuzedo: I cant seeee my name in dat least dammit! GEJ, bro, wazzap?!i no u read NL, i need apontment bro, dont ves me!

How him go pick you when common English you no sabi type. Na so dem dey type 'list'? Abi you no see Seun rule 21?

No go you hear? Come again.

Keneking: What about the discounts? Does this apply on the salary?

Well, I think its a pretty nice offer. Discounts like I said is seperate from the salary.

I.Joan:
You broke rule 21
You strike things off a list

It means the rule 21 should go too? Good eyes. I laugh in Efik.

Finally, we can now rest.

See how a simple rule is tearing your world apart. Can you just take the whole rules away and let us continue with our lives here on Nairaland? Or better still, increase rules on spam, we don't care.

You of all people should know that religion's a very sensitive matter in our big Nigeria.

eiete: Maybe he knows something we don't know.

Maybe. After all, he is our 'Oga at the top' as far as Nairaland is concerned.

Seun: I would like to correct some misconceptions.

Most moderators don't support rule 17. We had an extensive debate during which most of them opposed it but were not able to convince me that we could remove or generalize the rule without exposing the forum to a security risk or reducing your freedom of speech.

Also, I am not a muslim. I am not even pro-muslim. This rule was created to save Christian lives and not to benefit muslims.

I don't understand the last paragraph. Could you throw some light?