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Snow02:
ermm we need to know who the broad with cheated white people don't just murder their spouses unless they fvcked someone better looking

Mumu...White men Ass licker... Tufiakwa!!!

Judging this incident logically, I will categorically state that she did nothing wrong. She didn't claim ownership of the money na, she needed to pass a message and some prayer points to her fans, hence the Oga Chief priest image wasn't needed in the background. she could as well gotten images of money from google but chose to use this one.

This Chief priest sef.... Is it his money? EFCC should probe him. Attention seeker, leave that woman alone.

Uu

Soteriahascome:
Hope you didn't Bleep person wife??
You went to serve with your d1ck... Congratulations copa

No na... My dick get prestige na.. Haba

Lalasticlacla and co... Let's celebrate POP with NYSC tales. How abt that?

Soteriahascome:
You went to the city of fuckery??

Yes! And it was more like prayer being answered. I loved every moment of my life in that Sin-city.

Emily22... No P!

Are you scared of serving in the North, do you want to know what it feels like to serve and live in the North (My experience)? Then, hop into this bus, grab your ice cream and pop corn let me take you on this roller-coaster ride.
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I had never dreamt of ever living in the Northern part of Nigeria, not even in my wildest dreams. Never!

Ops! Excuse my ill manners. My name is Emmy Ogon Idiege aka Le Roi, a South-South boy who was born and bred up in the Southern region of Nigeria, and this is my story!

Here was I, in a cyber cafe drowned in fear, anxiously waiting for my NYSC Call-Up letter to be printed. In no time, it was printed and handed over to me, I hurriedly checked for where I was posted to, "Nasarawa State! O God why?" I screamed, as my jaw dropped, my heart skipped and my world came crashing all at the same time.

Immediately, I called my friends to know where they were posted to, their answers broke me the more "Davis - Enugu, Prisca- Akwa Ibom, Jerome - Rivers", so I'm the only one going to the North? Where did I offend my ancestors? I asked myself.

At this juncture, I had no choice but to face reality squarely, and deal with this roller-coaster journey of life without fear. I started surfing the Internet to know more about Nasarawa State, and her people. I also read write-ups of Ex Corps members who served there, and their stories gave me hope. So, I was ready for what ever!

**Fast Forward** The D-day finally arrived, that morning my Mum prayed for me, asking God to Provide a job for me immediately after service (Did God answer the prayers? Stay tuned!)
I headed to the park where I was to board a bus. Need I tell you I wasn't prepared at all? As frustrated as I was, I was yet to buy my camp kits**wahala** I joined a bus that was headed for Makurdi. My friend Davis who was posted to Enugu, was already at Makurdi. And since he was acquainted to the City, he accompanied me to the market where I finally bought some kits and provisions for camp, then I went broke afterwards. **sad**

From Makurdi, I joined another bus that was to take me straight to camp. While in the Bus, I met fellow, unlucky (O!So I thought) guys who were posted to same place. It was a long journey of about 7 hours, but I enjoyed every bit of it, as I got to behold the beauty of mother nature en route my destination.

Finally , we arrived @ Magaji Dan Yamusa NYSC Orientation Camp, Keffi. As I alighted from the BUS, the scorching sun and Fierce looking Army officers who were at the camp Gate, welcomed me to the North in a horrible way. The camp exercise lasted for three weeks, and note! I never had a camp girl friend, because the little money I had could barely solve my needs, never wanted dragging an innocent girl into my financially miserable life. Lol

After three weeks of camping, I was posted to a Private school **not too good** in a town called Akwanga.

Then the real journey begins...

I had thought people of Northern Nigeria were all Hausas and Muslims. When I got to Akwanga I realised Hausa was spoken as the general language, but they had their own culture and dialect, and were predominantly Christians but behave like the Hausas though.

Akwanga was a very cheap (no money there) and friendly town,steady power supply, water wasn't much of a problem. And above all, their girls **O lawd** Since they have this Northern orientation, they dress modestly, and always cover their hair like Hausa ladies too. But hey! they're very active in "za oda room"( I'm even thinking of picking a wife from there... Lol). If you think Calabar girls are the best in 'Bedmatics', then try an Akwanga girl. Not forgetting my neigbour's kid who came count on any girl who comes by. **crazy, but lovely kids**

Unlike in the South where drinking of Beer was normal, I mean, my Mum could share a beer with me**winks**, here, most of them frown at beer, to think they're not even holy is funny(city of adultery and fuckery), although few drink too.

Drugs consumption in the North is alarming, I mean, they hawk hard drugs on the streets. Since, beer is Haram to most of them, they seek solace in this hard drugs. (Hypocrisy)

I also made so many friends, mostly females, and few guys. I was a member of NACC (Catholic Corpers) family, every body was so nice to me, Akwanga became home.

**Fast forward** Days became weeks, weeks became months, and finally, we were talking about Passing Out already. The journey finally came to an end, but just like my Mum has said in her prayers before I had embarked on this trip "Go and be favoured". I was retained by my school.... Did I take the offer? Stay tuned!!!

P/S- shout out to Tuo Chikafa, Kunu aya, Awara et al. I love you all. Shhhh.. Those were my favorite meals not girls. �

To be continued.

My problem is location, I'm stuck in Kano and most jobs locations are Lagos and Port Harcourt

I'm still not giving up, this is my week of Miracle job. Amen!

In Nigeria, big bro would want to show seniority and his domineering nature by scolding you and warning you never to catch you with a girl, talk more of bringing her home.

His Dad even played Soul music for them? Well, my Dad wouldn't do that for me at that age though.

Iticha and Uticha... Bekwarra and Bette

First time i visited Brazil... Best moments of my life



I'm the guy in blue though.

God, please pick my call, God all I need is a job, use me as a point of contact to wipe away my parent's tears and sufferings. It's long over due, we no come this world to come suffer till we die, all these rich men don't have two heads. Come to my rescue. Can someone say "Amen"


Note- I'm not lazy, I'm a go getter, but things ain't just working right. With God, all things are possible sha.

Kingstel:
E fit her wella.

Stop being broke & sponsor yourself as a Jambite, Student, Corper...for Northern residents only. Become our sales representative (part or full time job). Apply via "justice.ayo9@gmail.com"

I'm interested. What do you deal on?

How I don't.. What was he paying before?

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chisomnunu:
looking for attention as usual

This CeeC sef don tire me. Whic attention na brother, shebi him post him thing for his snap chat like everyone will do, bloggers carry themselves go copy am? Did he asked dem to?

Note- I'm not a Bobrisky fan, I just hate the fact that Nigerians are quick to call everyone an attention seeker!!!

Waiting on Davido's epic reply like-

This time when Wizzy was making wave and every Nigerian loved him, Olamide was up and coming with Eni Duro and Omotoshon.

Davido, was still a Daddy's boy playing all of Wizkid, Justin Bieber and Mindless Behaviour songs and dreamin to be a star like them. God sha come pick his call.

The respect I accord these Chinko people can never be over emphasized. These guys are just too smart and innovative, with the most unattractive looks O.

If you believe these lies, you would also call this Giraffe a Mouse.