Jakumo:
Buying weed anywhere on this planet is fraught with significant mortal dangers. A wide variety of highly noxious chemicals are now added to cannabis by dealers, and those chemicals are then unknowingly ingested by unsuspecting consumers, with catastrophic results. In Europe, synthetic THC added to low-grade cannabis or even to random leaf matter, is creating a generation of addicts who often wind up losing their sanity or even their lives.

Worldwide, marijuana or its poisonous synthetic THC analog, often tainted with toxic and psychoactive chemicals like methamphetamine, PCP, embalming fluid, and even deadly fentanyl, is claiming lives while wreaking widespread destruction on users' mental and physical health. Toxic chemically adulterated cannabis with names like Colorado, Arizona, and Loud, all of which feature among the euphemisms used to denote poisoned weed, are inflicting permanent debilitating damage to the minds and bodies of unsuspecting Nigerian cannabis users.

There are but two options available to anyone anywhere on this planet who wishes to use cannabis for recreational or medicinal applications. They should either QUIT using cannabis completely, OR they should grow their own supply, and thereby ensure that NO chemicals are EVER used to poison this very beneficial plant called cannabis.

For my personal consumption, I import seeds of connoisseur-grade marijuana into Nigeria and entrust those seeds over to fishermen living in the coastal swamps, who then cultivate the seeds in the soil of remote islands deep in the watery labyrinth where NO enemies of progress could ever stray. For this privilege, I pay those canoe men 50K per year, which assures me of one year's supply of extremely high quality, organically grown, SEEDLESS weed of mind-warping potency. God breast Nigeria.

That's a beautiful howitzer, boss

I'm not a smoker. I've smoked cigars perhaps thrice in my life and weed maybe 4 times. Felt zero the first three times I smoked weed, so it was probably fake stuff. But last December, I went to visit my sister and her hubby and while there snagged a stick of weed from the man. It made me extremely sleepy and that's amazing because I was then thinking that weed had no effect on me. I humble fast.

Herdamorlar:

Thanks for this. But I don't get the info clearly. Do you mean no need for inverter? Please tell me what I need to power the TV and the cost of everything. Thanks

Get in touch with Cooldipo, aka Fapemz. He has inverters of varied capacities that are chargeable via solar, NEPA and gen. Got 2 of his product at the moment and I am looking into buying another.

buygala:
In the event of an accident, this back-seat tray can fatally injure back-seat passengers..

Imagine that tray in its current position slamming into the chest/tummy of a passenger during a collision at even 100km per hour... It will practically disembowel the poor passenger.

I don't even want to imagine the scenario if it's a child that is seated back there with the knife-like tray facing him/her.

Peugeot and their nonsense engineering.

How did that even pass quality check? Even at 40Km speed, if there's a collision and the passengers are not belted in, that thing can crush their chest

You no get call of duty or Battlefield?

And why does your system not look rarely used?

kingot:
Hello fellow gamers
finally God has done it
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have been saving money since to buy the new gen console
and to God be the glory i saved 800k
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pls advice me should i get a ps4 or nintendo switch
( i will go for a ps5 if the hack is available)
pls state with reasons
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if u have any of the console for sale please let me know
thanks

You know what... why not get a Steam Deck for 350k up and a PS4 Pro. The Steam Deck lets you play PC games on handheld and you can get it on the OfferUp thread, or from Onyeka464. The guy also has Oled Nintendo Switch from 140K up.

kingot:
Hello fellow gamers
finally God has done it
*
have been saving money since to buy the new gen console
and to God be the glory i saved 800k
*
pls advice me should i get a ps4 or nintendo switch
( i will go for a ps5 if the hack is available)
pls state with reasons
*
**
*
if u have any of the console for sale please let me know
thanks

Go for PS4 Pro. You can play games at 4K resolution and price is from 230K up. Or buy a PS5. Bobby2020 sells hacked PS4s, and you can get new or used PS5 with downloaded games from him.

UyaiIncomparabl:




I don't know if I should laugh at your silly talks or curse you.

Abeg laugh o. Laugh till you release atomic bomb

UyaiIncomparabl:


Lol.

Maybe you feel that way because you haven't achieved some things you set out to achieve. Just maybe?

True. Taking you to Cloud 9 and making Dangote my cook and maid are just a few of the things I wanna achieve before I croak.

Jakumo:


Pastor Gabriel D Law's mantra is as follows :

Women. I like them in leather and I like them in lace,
but I love them the most when they sit on my face.

I sure would have loved to see you on the Def Comedy Jam disc, sir.

UyaiIncomparabl:


It's fine.

Hope you had fun?

I did, ma'am. I actually don't like birthdays though, mostly because they remind me I am about to join my ancestors. I wish there was a way to freeze one's age or something like that.

UyaiIncomparabl:


You and your weird choice of words. Seems you have a fetish for women sitting on your face.

Why exactly will I want to sit on your face? To fart in your mouth or what?

Happy birthday, pumpkin. No party?

Abeg fine girls no dey fart o. And I apologize for my choice of words.

No party. I'm not a party person and don't even like being outdoors. So, I just took myself out.

UyaiIncomparabl:


❤️

Today is my birthday, ma'am. Come sit on my face and sing happy birthday to me

UyaiIncomparabl:


You're very beautiful.

So are you, ma'am

LarryCork:


brother, siofra & I use to fukk way back in April February August & October last year before pregnancy talk.. but she a wifey material thou....if u want her, I can giv u sir!!!((thank me later))

You are now in the business of dashing out women, in the same way they dash plates, cups and bread at parties and funerals? Congratulations o dashinus expertinus!

You and she used to do the nasty you say? Well, the likelihood of that being true is smaller than the likelihood of me waking up to my anaconda rattling around in Ariana Grande's gullet, with festivities being concluded with a face sitting, so I can drink her golden liquid straight from the source.

Jakumo:


Siofra is by far the sexiest and most drool-worthy Nairaland forum woman writer in existence, but it is only when I conclude these urgent consultations with my tenured Babalawo and Ifa Practitioners that the way forward to the promised land will manifest before my eyes.

It is well o. Diariz God o.

Siofra ehn, ....well...hmmm I go talk am later.

Stand by for developments pellow kwantiri-mans.

I beg to disagree though. Uyail don enter my eyes since and I have been having vision problems as a result.

Jakumo:


Lord have mercy.

She looked the type for a landing strip and has quite an iron-hard chest. What would I give to take her on a flight to cloud nine, via a volcanic eruption from my trusty artillery piece

Carot:
to chop that gal puci dey hungry me

To chop your baby carrot into bits with blunt knife dey hungry me too

UyaiIncomparabl:


Lol. I'm serious, I didn't get what you meant down there.

I was asking if you have moved your focus from marriage to rich Igbo dudes to guys whose face you want to rub and massage with your ass cheeks

UyaiIncomparabl:


Come again?

Apologies

UyaiIncomparabl:


Did I ever mention I was looking for a husband?

Has the "rich igbo dude" search been abandoned? If so that would be a national catastrophe.

I hope a face you can sit on is the goal now

Oyindamolah:
it's not natural to talk to yourself in the room, the street or even outside.

Google is your friend, my dear elder brother.

UyaiIncomparabl:


True.

I had a very turbulent upbringing. It made me so self-independent that I felt I needed nobody. Too much self-independence can be a blessing and a curse. Everyone needs someone.

Also, I still have severe trust issues. I just cannot trust people no matter how long I have known them. I feel everyone is the same, and when they get what they want — if so, would scrap as soon as business has ended.

I didn't know how to love properly. After all, I wasn't brought up with love nor did I understand what it meant to be loved by a FATHER. This made me seek for love, attention and validation from men — older men. Love I couldn't get from my father.

Anyways, as I said earlier, I'm past all that now.

I'm sorry

lavylilly:
I'm not sure that I can describe 'all' the ways, but my experiences of childhood trauma have certainly mapped out my personality, emotions, situational reactions and who I am.

This could potentially be a very very long answer, instead of just a long one, so I will attempt to categorise my experiences and their legacy. All effects lasted into my early 20's in some way or other.

Neglect: due to the profound and continued neglect suffered throughout my childhood and teens I reacted in numerous ways.
1. I would lie constantly and make up stories for my peers that made it sound like I had a loving family and Happy life.
2. I would steal clothes, books, cd's etc. to make it look like I had things, or even to say I had received birthday/Christmas presents.
3. I vowed never to treat my own family and child(ren) this way.

Physical abuse: I was terrorised by my older sister who kicked, punched and abused me on a level far above that of sibling rivalry or 'normal' fights. Mum would also smack or hit us with a slipper when we had done wrong. This led to...
1. My being very quiet and lacking assertiveness.
2. Having feelings of inadequacy, low self esteem and lack of confidence. I believed I deserved punishment.
3. Being cowardly and passing blame onto others to avoid punishment.
4. Allowing others to take advantage of my demeanour, then hating myself for being so weak.

Emotional abuse: similarly to physical, my sister could manipulate my emotions quite skilfully, and I constantly believed I was worthless. I was never told I was loved, or pretty, or clever etc. and had no emotional support.
1. I had no ambitions as I felt useless and pointless.
2. I craved attention either positive or negative, and had to be centre of attention.
3. I sought people I deemed weaker than I, and helped them, advised them and supported them as a way of feeling needed and worthy.
4. I became promiscuous as a way of harnessing affection and feeling loved/wanted, however false and brief the encounter.
5. I self harmed or feigned illness as a way of gaining sympathy from others.

Sexual abuse: I don't know when it started (presumably as a young child), but it didn't stop until I was in my twenties. I realise now that this has messed me up more than I knew, and continues to have a profound effect.
1. As previous, I became promiscuous and used sex as a way of control. It was entirely in my hands on who I gave it to, and what they got. I could take it away and have them at my mercy.
2. I attempted suicide twice.
3. I never enjoyed sex. It was a means to an end. I have never orgasmed. I don't like to be touched and physically recoil or stiffen when my man comes near me. We have been together for 6 years, and have not had sex in 5 yrs.
4. I have constant nightmares that my grandfather is trying to touch me. In the dreams I scream out, kick and punch him and tell everyone what he is doing/has done (something I could never do in real life).

Over and above these effects I have suffered differing forms of depression including post natal and PTSD. I have been bankrupt, lost our home and still have financial difficulties now. I have a number of flash backs which could have been triggered by trauma.

However, in contrast, I have pulled my life up from its depths and defied my upbringing. I returned to education and became a teacher at one point. I got pregnant as a result of my promiscuousity and had a son whom I adored and told him I loved him every day. I had therapy both for sexual abuse and to recognise the neglect and other systematic abuse, and come to terms with it. I recently cut my sister out of my life (which feels great!) and I have surrounded myself with people whom I love, and genuinely reciprocate.

The saddest part is that my son tragically died aged 3, but due to the inner strength I have built over the years, I made sure his memory was regailed and I founded a charity as a living memorial to him and his creative talents.

My life is full of so many positives, that it by far outweighs the negatives. The abuse, and my grief will always be a part of me, but my experiences have shaped who I am today, and I will not be held prisoner by my memories.

Jesus Christ in a frigin wheelbarrow!

I am so sorry about all you have been through, miss.

sunsweet33:


Hmm so should I say you were lucky to escape beating at home or unlucky to jam awon beaters in school?

Anyway the fact of the matter is that reason 90% of Nigerians are raging psychopaths is due to residual trauma via constant brutalisation by their caregivers from an early age.

#stopbeatinginnocentchildren

This. Far too many Nigerians lack empathy and can't seem able to tell right from wrong.

Oyindamolah:
Na kolomental be that one o!!

No it is not. It is a very natural thing to do.

CuriousStudent:
No one will admit it That child abuse in form of beating and coporal punishment has effectd on them. The passive aggression is something ruining everyone. The misogyny and the rest traces back to something. When violence is the only way of living,it traces back to abuse. Some people rarely use the magic word. Vulgar,swearing,slamming doors,banging tables,raising voices. Some(like myself) are conflict avoidant and ghost others as a means of survival/protecting our feelings instead of communication.

Comparing you to your siblings that do better. Parading you in the school for pooing on your body. And the rest. Belittling you or scolding you in public to prove to others that they are a disciplinarian or manipulation of everything about you just so your parents will not embarrassed in public.

I don't want to talk of boarding school. One girl almost sent me to my creator because the guy she liked was hitting on me.

But no,"beating made me who I am" . Who are you? If I may ask. A third world unattractive low earning hypocrite . Who are you? Some dirty misogynist dealing with scabbies and body odour and broke and still eating from mother pot or living in Shanties and squalors with mattress on the floor.

Or the hook up girls were not flogged?

Okay,I guess who you are is something great.you are not gay/lesbian,so that makes you "better"

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I recall an accident that made me realize most Nigerians are mentally unstable. I went to a restaurant with a coursemate to eat. He was frowning at some point and I inquired if all was well. Then he said ,"just look at them,they can will never cook but will be coming outside to eat. All these irresponsible girls". I asked if he was alright and he was like, "I just feel irritated when I see a lady eating outside when she should be cooking".
Till today I struggle to come to terms with the fact that instead of eating your food in peace,and walking out,you will devote your time to evaluating and noticing others.
The guy was "disturbed". Him and many others hold very strong opinions and expectations of others that owe them nothing and are quietly living their lives because someone must have subjected them to some high subjective standard. The cycle repeats itself

When I was in Nursery 3 or 2, I kind of remember someone being stripped naked for stealing and carried around the school grounds. I don't remember if it was a boy or girl, or what class he/she was in. I am not even sure if I made it all up in my head, but it is far too vivid to have been a mere childhood creation. If that sruff actually happened, then all I can say is

QueenDima47:
My childhood trauma affected me negatively. I had parents and still have but one who doesn't have is better than me. No love from them. No help from them not even uncle or any relative. Just survive if you want on your own. where will I start from.
My parents never cared to know what I wanted And how they will help me. My mom is the worse. She talks about money money money. I talk to myself all the time. Thinking all the time. I have no confidence in my self. But God is my helper.

It's okay to talk to yourself. Actually, talking to oneself is a great sign of intelligence if I remember correctly. I talk a lot to myself by the way.

As for your parents, they probably got no love from their parents and that's why they are the way they are. Your mom's obsession with money is unhealthy and that too probably ties back to her past when she was probably extremely poor.
Keep on striving to be better.

CuriousStudent:
No one will admit it That child abuse in form of beating and coporal punishment has effectd on them. The passive aggression is something ruining everyone. The misogyny and the rest traces back to something. When violence is the only way of living,it traces back to abuse. Some people rarely use the magic word. Vulgar,swearing,slamming doors,banging tables,raising voices. Some(like myself) are conflict avoidant and ghost others as a means of survival/protecting our feelings instead of communication.

Comparing you to your siblings that do better. Parading you in the school for pooing on your body. And the rest. Belittling you or scolding you in public to prove to others that they are a disciplinarian or manipulation of everything about you just so your parents will not embarrassed in public.

I don't want to talk of boarding school. One girl almost sent me to my creator because the guy she liked was hitting on me.

But no,"beating made me who I am" . Who are you? If I may ask. A third world unattractive low earning hypocrite . Who are you? Some dirty misogynist dealing with scabbies and body odour and broke and still eating from mother pot or living in Shanties and squalors with mattress on the floor.

Or the hook up girls were not flogged?

Okay,I guess who you are is something great.you are not gay/lesbian,so that makes you "better"

[b] modified
I recall an accident that made me realize most Nigerians are mentally unstable. I went to a restaurant with a coursemate to eat. He was frowning at some point and I inquired if all was well. Then he said ,"just look at them,they can will never cook but will be coming outside to eat. All these irresponsible girls". I asked if he was alright and he was like, "I just feel irritated when I see a lady eating outside when she should be cooking".
Till today I struggle to come to terms with the fact that instead of eating your food in peace,and walking out,you will devote your time to evaluating and noticing others.
The guy was "disturbed". Him and many others hold very strong opinions and expectations of others that owe them nothing and are quietly living their lives because someone must have subjected them to some high subjective standard. The cycle repeats itself

There are lots of mentally ill people in this country and the vast majority do not even know how sick they are and how it fdvks them up so much. Everything in this country is fked and it all began with our parents and possibly their grandparents too.

Lots of Nigerians have been physically, emotionally and sexually abused as kids and young adults by people in their family and that kind of thing can mess up so many things. The problem is that this kind of thing is recognized in the Western world and people are encouraged to visit therapists to resolve issues and heal. Here though, everyone insists they turned out fine regardless of how much they were abused as kids and then turn around to perform the same abuse they were victims of on their own kids. Damn!

Growing up, my dad was mostly okay. But he had severe anger issues. From him I learned it was okay to shout, throw things and be violent when angry. That a22hat punched me in the eye once because he saw me reading in front of a TV and had repeatedly told me that would damage my eyesight. Apparently, for him it was better to punch the 12-year old me in the eye and risk rupturing the eyeball than to let me read in front of a TV and risk my getting myopia

I have nothing to do with my old man these days and we don't speak. I have also learned self control and think of anger as a sign of weakness. It takes a lot to anger me these days.

But I still have anger issues and because of that I probably will not have kids. And that's the fundamental way I am different from my old man who probably got beaten to bits by his old man. Sure, I could easily marry and start having kids, but what if I start needlessly beating and abusing them like my old man did? That would be so fcked up.

UyaiIncomparabl:
I used to have "DADDY ISSUES and ABANDONMENT TRAUMA", but it's no problem at all, and I am past it too.

The abandonment trauma thing scares me. Far as I can see, the only way to deal with it is to stop caring and feeling. But once you do that, you risk permanently turning into an unfeeling robot. And I am undecided if that's such a bad thing or not.