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How can you put your skin through such torture, How has your skin offended you in anyway?
If you were my younger brother I will scold you until you receive sense.

But what type of bleaching cream did you use that still retain the fairness even after one year.
Once you stop applying bleaching cream in two weeks your colour is suppose to revert back to its previous color or even darker shade.

what your skin is experiencing right now is extreme sun burn. The lemon you applied on your skin before exposing it to the sun made your
skin very sensitive and susceptible to the damaging effect of the sun coupled with the ginger collabo, its like rubbing black pepper on a fresh
open wound. Lemon on its own is a skin toner and lightener but worst of all photo-sensitive while ginger is not skin tolerant at all

Now solution:
1.Avoid exposing your skin to sun until it heals.

2.Don't apply any of these chemical laden cream and soap, your best bet for your skin to heal and revert back to its normal colour is to
go natural: Get BLACK SOAP from the yoruba women that sells local stuff, tell them you need the one for baby, and also buy original ori from them, but the ori should be applied when you are not out in the sun or it will darken your colour. If you must go out in the sun apply sun
screen.

3. Drink enough water .

4. Be happy and confident in your skin, people are not really staring at you the way you think they do, just live your life and be yourself,
Even if they do stare at you then thats their problem, why do you care?

Hopeful your skin will return back to its normal chocolate tone.


Cheers!

Sadbrother:
I don't know how and where am going to start from, but am going to put it in a way that you will understand.
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It all started about 4years and 10 months ago, my natural colour is chocolate, so there is this cream i bought, i never knew it was a bleaching cream, i normally rub it only at night before going to bed, i did't know that it was making my skin lighter, although my sister pointed that to me, but i just ignored as if nothing because it cleared all my pimples and makes my body very smooth, which makes me looks more handsome than i am before.
So i still continued using it till i became very fair, very very fair i mean, then i stopped using it because i was a very shy type, i could not go out anymore because i was very fair and was thinking what others will say.
After i stopped using it, one month, two, three, four, five months past and finally 6months, but my skin is still very very fair, still the same as it is till the day i stopped using it, so i searched on google that there must be a way to make my skin to go to my original chocolate colour, then i saw a pomade named total black online that it can make the skin darker, then i ordered it but it did't work, i bought so many creams to reverse it but none of them work, i even go as far as buying 6 shoe polish, when ever i want to sleep i use cotton wool to applying it all over my body, but still it did not work i became frustrated because i could no longer walk in the day because of my very fair skin, i always think what others will reason about me, that i was dark before and suddenly how did i became very fair, then 3years past but its still the same, then i developed a plan (the sun) every single day i will bring lots of cloths out, and when the sun its out i will sit down and started pretending i was washing but in reality i need the sun to make my skin dark, my mother will complain and complain but she din't understand why, i did it for about 7months but the sun din't helped me, then i google searched of something that will make my skin more sensitive to the sun, so that i will sunburn and the next skin will be more darker than the normal one, and i saw many of them, and the most effective of them all is grinded psorolen seeds mixed with ginger, lime juice, and babchi seeds, then i ordered the psoralen and babchi seeds online from india, because its not in nigeria then, the day it arrived the next day i grounded the seeds and mixed them with lime and ginger juice and applied it on my whole body and sat on the sun at our backyard pretending i was washing clothes with my shirt off, only my boxer on. The sun was very very very hot that day, i sat on the sun from about 10:11am - 3:59pm i just say there pretending i was washing so that no one will suspect that i was up to something, after that day the next day my skin was very reddish and i mean veryyy reddish, and in 3days time some parts of my skin have big big dark patches all over, they are far more darker than my original chocolate colour, its about a week now and its still there, i have applied so many things to it but its still very dark, please help me my skin its burning am so afraid, and its getting worse every day.
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I thought its a sunburn but its not its far worst than a sun burn, i can no longer take off my shirt anymore, not even singlet. Please help me please.
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Please help me push this to front page to get more reviews and answers please.

Nice one op

very educative but inconclusive list.

I can't find Igbanke tribe (Edo), Ika and Agbor tribe (Delta state) .

She is Bold and Beautiful

Good thing about it is that the hubby won't be needing any gym equipment to grab muscle, he is already lifting weight.

A Letter From Hell
Dear Mom,


I am writing to you from the most horrible place that I have ever seen,
and more horrible than you could ever imagine.

It is BLACK here,
so DARK that I cannot even see all the souls
I am constantly bumping into.
I only know they are people like myself
from the blood curdling SCREAMS.
My voice is gone from my own screaming
as I writhe in pain and suffering.
I cannot even cry for help anymore,
and it is no use anyway,
there is no one here that has any compassion
at all for my plight.


The PAIN and suffering\
in this place is absolutely unbearable.
It so consumes my every thought,
I could not know if there were any other sensation to come upon me.
The pain is so severe, it never stops day or night.
The turning of days does not appear because of the darkness.
What may be nothing more than minutes
or even seconds seems like many endless years.
The thought of this suffering continuing without end
is more than I can bear.
My mind is spinning more and more with each passing moment.
I feel like a madman,
I cannot even think clearly under this load of confusion.
I fear I am losing my mind.


The FEAR is just as bad as the pain,
maybe even worse.
I don’t see how my predicament could be any worse than this,
but I am in constant fear that it MIGHT be at any moment.


My mouth is parched,
and will only become more so.
It is so dry that my tongue cleaves to the roof of my mouth.
I recall that old preacher saying that’s what Jesus Christ endured
as he hung on that old rugged cross.
There is no relief,
not so much as a single drop of water
to cool my swollen tongue.

To add even more misery to this place of torment,
I know that I deserve to be here.
I am being punished justly for my deeds.
The punishment, the pain, the suffering
is no worse than I justly deserve,
but admitting that now will never ease the anguish
that burns eternally in my wretched soul.
I hate myself for committing the sins to earn such a horrible fate,
I hate the devil that deceived me so that I would end up in this place.
And as much as I know it is an unspeakable wickedness
to think such a thing,
I hate the very God that sent his only begotten Son
to spare me this torment.
I can never blame the Christ that suffered
and bled and died for me,
but I hate him anyway.
I cannot even control my feelings
that I know to be wicked, wretched and vile.
I am more wicked and vile now
than I ever was in my earthly existence.
Oh, If only I had listened.


Any earthly torment would be far better than this.
To die a slow agonizing death from Cancer;
To die in a burning building as the victims of the 9-11 terror attacks.
Even to be nailed to a cross
after being beaten unmercifully like the Son of God;
But to choose these over my present state I have no power.
I do not have that choice.


I now understand that this torment and suffering
is what Jesus Bore for me.
I believe that he suffered,
bled and died to pay for my sins,
but his suffering was not eternal.
After three days he arose in victory over the grave.
Oh, I do SO believe, but alas, it is too late.
As the old invitation song says that I remember hearing so many times,
I am “One Day Too Late”.


We are ALL believers in this terrible place,
but our faith amounts to NOTHING.
It is too late.
The door is shut.
The tree has fallen, and here shall it lay.
In HELL. Forever lost.
No Hope, No Comfort, No Peace, No Joy.


There will never be any end to my suffering.
I remember that old preacher as he would read
“And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever:
And they have no rest day nor night”

And that is perhaps the worst thing about this terrible place.
I REMEMBER.
I remember the church services.
I remember the invitations.
I always thought they were so corny, so stupid, so useless.
It seemed I was too “tough” for such things.
I see it all different now, Mom,
but my change of heart matters nothing at this point.


I have lived like a fool,
I pretended like a fool, I died like a fool,
and now I must suffer the torments and anguish of a fool.


Oh, Mom,
how I miss so very much the comforts of home.
Never again will I know your tender caress across my fevered brow.
No more warm breakfasts or home-cooked meals.
Never again will I feel the warmth of the fireplace
on a frosty winter’s night.
Now the fire engulfs not only this perishing body
wracked with pain beyond compare,
but the fire of the wrath of an Almighty God
consumes my very inner being with an anguish
that cannot be properly described in any mortal language.


I long to just stroll through a lush green meadow in the springtime
and view the beautiful flowers,
stopping to take in the fragrance of their sweet perfume.
Instead I am resigned to the burning smell of brimstone, sulphur,
and a heat so intense that all other senses simply fail me.


Oh, Mom,
as a teenager I always hated having to listen to the fussing
and whining of the little babies in church, and even at our house.
I thought they were such an inconvenience to me,
such an irritation.
How I long just to see for a brief moment one of those innocent little faces.
But there are no babies in Hell, Mom.


There are no Bibles in Hell, dearest mother.
The only scriptures inside the charred walls of the damned
are those that ring in my ears
hour after hour, moment after miserable moment.
They offer no comfort at all, though,
and only serve to remind me of what a fool I have been.


Were it not for the futility of them Mom,
you might otherwise rejoice to know
that there is a never ending prayer meeting here in Hell.
No matter,
there is no Holy Spirit to intercede on our behalf.
The prayers are so empty, so dead.
They amount to nothing more than cries for mercy
that we all know will never be answered.


Please warn my brothers Mom.
I was the eldest, and thought I had to be “cool”.
Please tell them that no one in Hell is cool.
Please warn all my friends, even my enemies,
lest they come also to this place of torment.


As terrible as this place is, Mom,
I see that it is not my final destination.
As Satan laughs at all of us here,
and as multitudes join us continually in this feast of misery,
we are constantly reminded that some day in the future,
we will all be summoned individually
to appear before The Judgment Throne of Almighty God.
God will show us our eternal fate written in the books
next to all of our wicked works.
We will have no defense,
no excuse, and nothing to say
except to confess the justice of our damnation
before the supreme judge of all the earth.
Just before being cast into our final destination of torment,
the Lake of Fire,
we will have to look upon the face of him
who willingly suffered the torments of hell
that we might be delivered from them.
As we stand there in his holy presence
to hear the pronouncement of our damnation,
you will be there Mom to see it all.
Please forgive me for hanging my head in shame,
as I know I will not be able to bear to look upon your face.
You will already be conformed into the image of the Saviour,
and I know it will be more than I can stand.


I would love to leave this place and join you and so many others
I have known for my few short years on earth.
But I know that will never be possible.
Since I know I can never escape the torments of the damned,
I say with tears, with a sorrow and deep despair
that can never be completely described,
I never want to see any of you again.
Please don’t ever join me here.


In eternal Anguish,

Your Son / Daughter,

Condemned and Lost Forever

pls jwilling, I need that report kindly mail me on evarlily@gmail.com. Thanks.

Based on popular opinion and majority preference The first position for the cities with happiest residents goes to Enugu, even though I have never been there, I should add that to my list for my next vacation.

And second position goes to Abuja, I live in Abuja so I can boldly say that we are very happy people here even with your teshere money you would still find your coat size in the market. Apart from house rent, life in abuja is cheap and affordable, FOODSTUFFS IS CHEAP BECAUSE IS CLOSER TO THE NORTH, transport too is fair enough compare to Lagos and some states I know, No traffic, good road network, job and business
opportunities, not over-populated, immense security.

And last but not the least, Illorin don't ask me how, The first time i visited that town, there was this aura of well being and happiness around it.
Boy did I enjoy my stay? Beni Mo gbadun Illorin gan.

CASE CLOSED

I must not pass without commenting,

Seriously dude you got 100% skills and talents in writing comedy, you would do better than all this our so called comedians if you can put it to use.


I couldn't stop laughing while reading thru your write-up, am trying to laugh silently so my colleagues don't start wondering if am okay.

And not to form ajebo-wanna-be I can truly relate to some of them, not all sha.

For some of us it hasn't be all that rosy growing up, but God has brought us this far for a reason and our future will have that silver touch we
were deprived of growing up, and for sure our kids won't have to go through the same experience by God's grace.

The outfit didn't do justice on the dark lady because she choose the wrong hairstyle,

she should have gone for a style that takes the hair off her shoulder and around her face like a bun up-do or ponytail,

the dark lady would have rock it better, her curves really accentuate the dress but the hairstyle is screaming for more attention than the dress.

FASHION 101###

Keep hairstyle simple with hem high neck dress.

where 2face wife .....annie Idibia abi she no be celebrity

Better fear...If not when you enter your eyes go open like "Oh my goodness ave been duped"

olusola11:
I am presently serving amd some of the corpers i met there had already started to introduce me to one called tr**o. Buh wit this ehn, i dey fear ooo

I run with my leg touching my back whenever I hear Network marketing.

Worst part was that their goods were expensive luxury product that celebrities can not even afford, on top of that one has to pay for
membership, products shipping, and monthly maintenance of membership in Dollars. Thank God am way behind that now, this hardtime
that dollars is rising every seconds, How would I have managed to convince someone who has not eaten very well to pay such outrageous
sum of money for Network marketing.

Mlm is a scam, only those at the top level benefit from it at the expense of those at the bottom.

Thanks all the same

Frankestein08:
oh sorry, I didn't realise... I thought it was a home desktop or something.

Am conscious of what I eat and even though my weight tends to fluctuate now and then because I am not consistent with my work-out and I

cheat-diet (sometimes its not easy to overcome the temptation of Nigeria calories-loaded cuisine).


Reading thru this thread has given me the right motivation and inspiration I need to work towards a healthy body weight, from on its clean and green eating.

Kudos to all the ladies on this thread.

I watched Dirty Grandpa not quite long,

He is reAlly a Dirty grandpa but ending was cool, love the ending

olarhtunji:
2. Dirty Grandpa

Dirty Grandpa is a 2016 American comedy film directed by
Dan Mazer and written by John Philips. The film stars
Robert De Niro , Zac Efron(high school musical), Zoey Deutch and Aubrey Plaza .


download Dirty grandpa :- moviemp4.net/movie/Dirty-Grandpa-(2016).html

Headphone will be too obvious in a corporate organisation.

Frankestein08:
If the audio jack of the desktop is 3.0, yea it shld work but why not get an headphone instead.

Bros I bought 1 litre of kerosene for #190 where did you get yours for #150

kurt09:
The reality is waiting for them at home. The last time I checked, one bag of rice is #17k, one rubber custard of garri is #600, 1 litre of kerosene is #150, 10 seed of okro is #150, my estimated NEPA bill is #5300 even when having light is now rocket science. They should continue!

Yes oh why go for foreign rice when we have our local rice?

But bros have you priced local rice recently, just last week, I bought one mudu of local rice for #370, and am sure the price is still going to increase because of increased in demand and fuel price hike.

allthingsgood:
Some Nigerians are funny o

Why complain of soaring prices when we have our local rice alternative that's even more nutritious and cheaper!

Since 2015 I have stopped eating imported rice

Nice one

Same applies to ladies too,

Real Ladies don't ever fall in love except you want your emotions burnt and ruined forever

We only find someone who make us happy

Adex097:
Real Guys do not fall in love!

its possible they have light in their area, some places still dey enjoy light even with the drop in power supply,
but the only problem be say with the way power dey drop..very soon we will be left with 0000MW

cktheluckyman:
bros abeg take am sofily with your lies (

thank you so much, I appreciate.

abdulaz:
Sister don't mind all their nonsense suggestions, they just want to sell their goods here. Just go to any nearby phone accessories stores and ask for MEIZU earpiece. It is sealed, if it is not so sealed don't buy. It is sold between 700 and 800 naira. It is compatible with any digital device.

Dried tomatoes stew can never taste as good as the fresh tomatoes stew.











Meanwhile

This EP10, does it work on Desktop PC, Someone please suggest a good earpiece for my computer.thanks

Frankestein08:
normally I wld just read and pass but lemme make an exception.
when next u go to buy an earpiece, ask for ep10 ( 700 - 1k, depends on d buyer n ur pricing ability bt it's generally 700) or u.r.o (more expensive, 1k5 shld do)

So people still dey parry with this state of economy

All the options you listed will not work rather it will create more rift and distance between the two of you.

Speaking as a woman, I would mellow down for a husband who will be calm enough to tell me how I have offended him and how it
affect him because sometimes me as the offender might be unaware of the extent my actions affect or hurt my partner, and him letting me know shows he is mature and this
will also top up my respect for him (this is what we call communication***an essential ingredient for a successful marriage)

So OP Skipping meals, not talking to her, giving her a cold shudder will complicate issues the more, the solution lies in COMMUNICATION.

Oohgae:
Why was saloni and the rest starring at kalika and the signed documents.. They should have snatched it from her... Mtchwww they just want to elongate this saloni..

I am sure her mum would get better and tell her maybe she chased narpat away and she would feel bad...

I so love little sameer...

thank you i was wondering the same thing too.can you imagine? they were all standing staring at her with the document in her hand and they even left her with it, their gentleness is record breaking.

So naijasinglegirl is a lepa shandy?


physically fit curvy girls rock*****not orobo oh

clothes fit better