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Chime really looks sickly...wish him healing.

What a shame.


The irregular migration route really exported more miscreants from Africa, who only end up messing up whatever little pride the black race still holds on to.

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sarrki:
Yes

You know why ?

He’s getting enough funds from Enemies of the state

Lawal Daura Of Dss is not Maman Daura pmb cousin

ehen, thanks for clearing this up. I kept wondering if it were one and same person.

This is not pleasing to the eyes at all, it doesn't matter from what lenses you try viewing it. I won't be surprised if Papa doesn't live up to a month upon release. Very sad indeed.

Wooow...Thailand has gone tough and hard, nice one.

The effect of drugs is mind boggling and simply blood money unlimited.

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Menace2Society:
Sorry my bad

No shaking bro, those guys do me shege. I'm sorry if any of my choice of words came across as an insult please.

Menace2Society:
U lack home training

Oh...thanks for letting me in on that secret, now run along...If you knew what my company went through in his time in office, you won't spew the trash you just did.

Ugly boneheaded buffon, abeg make them hold you well well o..

Lizard wey dey think say him na alligator

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How would peace find it's place amongst a conglomerate of self-serving, power drunk, arrogant and ego-maniac lots, whose sole aim is far from representing anyone else's interest but theirs alone.

Everybody wants to be a principal officer or chairman of a committee..dimwits.

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Arrant bullcrap...all these politicians always sounding like "kinders" without a "garten"

lol

Very funny and sensational Nigerian news as usual. On a lighter note, maybe it was the man's birthday and he just decided to celebrate it on the woman's body by way of the number of strokes he planned on dishing out. Just unfortunate the woman wasn't patient enough to take the 51st stroke to make a Hurray to the 51 years old man.

As a judge i'd rule for the woman to lay down and collect the last stroke she is avoiding before I start deliberation on the case.

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kennygee:
Dude looks as curved as a crescent, models are known to flock around them.

If you know, you know.

of course you are so on point. Thought I was alone...we can even sniff it..lok

I Might be wrong, but dude doesn't appear "straight"..

hmm

Where is the cross-dressing?


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Hugo55:
link to download the soft copy, please.

If you are based in Nigeria, click on the Okada books link on my signature. Outside Nigeria, do the amazon or or books 2 read link

9jatriot:
NOtice that they quickly mention his state of origin, so that if he is not given the position they can claim marginalisation. His visit to the villa may just be a part of the investigation, it is always better to wait for news before jumping to conclusion.

lol Naija for shizzlee...anything for sensationalism.

akelicious:
There are indications that the Federal Government may name the most senior Director in the Department of State Service (DSS), Matthew Seiyefa, as the Acting Director General. Seiyefa, from Bayelsa State arrived the Presidential Villa in an official SUV at 4pm, clutching a file and was received at the entrance by the ADC to the Acting President. Shortly after, the Acting Chairman of the Economic and Financial Crime Commission (EFCC), Ibrahim Magu, also arrived, and walked briskly into Osinbajo’s office. Magu, however was seen rushing out at about 4:40pm, as State House Correspondents, tried to catch up with him for an interview.

http://www.akelicious.net/2018/08/breaking-fg-may-name-seiyefa-acting-dg.html

I hope they'd over look his state of origin and appoint him as the most senior and competent one.

gcof:
i am just watching as Nigerians are fooling themselves. An Insane person would actually believe the Dss Head, handpicked solely by the the president will take action of such magnitude without the consent of the president. APC has really succeeded is turning a lot of people to Zombies who would cut their own throats as long as it coming from their master. It is just a pity that Daura had to be the scape goat for APC failed attempt

How about when the DSS head hand picked by the president was working tooth and nail to ensure Magu another appointee by the same Presidency wasn't confirmed by the senate?

There are a whole lot that happens underground. Personal interests and highest bidders at play bro...

Kyase:
I'm telling you bro.

I can't wait for the thrilling exposes...lol

Kyase:
Akpabio leaked the link between saraki and Daura and that got Daura sacked, now why are pdp angry that Daura got sacked...

So many intrigues and more revelations to come. Akpabio's coup by the APC is turning out to be a very lucrative one. He is obviously a man who knows a lot from his former club's tactics and seems to be squealing on how to counter their attacks defensively.

Saraki go sabi play chess well well sha....

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emmchi:
soft copy is preferable to me

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Backfornow:
Thanks. Can you tell me more? The plot for example.

A snippet into my book :

The year was 1999, and I had just turned 21, dropped out of college and decided to migrate for economic reason from my home state in Nigeria.

Without the usual requisites nor sufficient finance to go legal by obtaining a visa and flying, I'd opted to travel by land through the deserts and seas onwards Spain via Morocco.

There was, however, a snag as all I had was a map and a sketch of how and where to change vehicles at specific towns in each country I'd be journeying through.

Fortunately, on the night I was to board the check out bus from my small town of Benin City, Nigeria, en route Katsina State, bordering Nigeria and the Niger Republic, half the passengers on the bus turned out to be making the same journey, so we all naturally gelled and formed a group going forward.

We arrived at the border town the next morning and got smuggled into a vehicle that took us further into the Niger Republic specifically to a town called Agadez.

We did a couple of more days there until we got the next connection to smuggle us through the Sahara desert into a town (Tamaransett) in Algeria.

Pertinent to state here that the ultimate target of our journey was to hit Morocco from where we could either Climb across the razor fences separating Morocco from either of Spain’s enclave of Ceuta and Mellila, both on mainland Morocco. This would be like crossing from Mexico into the US.

A lot had happened on the travel through the Sahara as we did the journey in three days.

From co-travellers collapsing, having to recycle and drink our urine when we had run out on water, to being outrightly abandoned in the deserts.

Travelling through the deserts we did come upon a couple of human skeletal remains of some unfortunate travellers.

When we finally got into Moroccan territory or the border between Morocco and Algeria in a town called Magniya, this is where every one journeying through that route converge and set up camps in what is obviously a jungle, waiting to make up a certain acceptable number for the smugglers to take us on the journey by foot through the woods, deserts and rocky terrains of Morocco to evade the authorities.

On a good day and with a good guide who knows the route pretty well, this would be 2 weeks or thereabouts journey on foot.

So, on this day my group and I had gotten set to embark on this journey.

We had gotten our standard supplies of baguettes, sardines and milk to survive on, just enough and not too heavy to burden us on the long walk.

We often journeyed only at nights for cover.

On the first night into our long walk, we had successfully covered a couple of km’s, all the while having to abandon some guys and ladies who were already dropping by the wayside and not able to keep up pace due to exhaustion.

At this point, no one really cares if you kept up with the group or not, it was strictly a case of, "you either shipped in or shipped out".

So, we'd continued until I, eventually took a short rest, and afterwards got separated from the group and I knew not what way to continue on without the group and the guide.

Out of frustration,hunger and desperation, I'd decided to come out of the woods in broad day, with not a single scare of the police in the world, as I would have gladly run up to them at this point, if for nothing at all, just to be able to get something to eat, and a place to sleep.

I had resorted to going about, begging for food from some locals, who were so kind enough to render me help-God bless them.

These locals would actually get into trouble with the authorities if it were to become public knowledge that they were harbouring, or failed to report sighting an alien. But these guys would take me in, make me ‘shai’, a Moroccan tea and bread, and then proceed to hide me until nightfall, before pointing me further on how to go, avoiding hot spots and the cops.

So, I'd continued until I got to Nador. This town borders Mellila, one of the Spanish Territories on Moroccan soil.

Meanwhile as a group,our original destination was Rabat, where we usually have a decent population of fellow immigrants on the same journey, and where we could converge and map out the next strategy on how to cross into Spain, either by ferry on a dingy across the Atlantic/Mediterranean, or scaling the razor fences separating either of the Spanish enclaves of Ceuta or Melilla.

When I got to Nador, I was lost on how to proceed any further being all by myself.

Mind you, it had been almost 2 weeks since I'd gotten separated from my group, and I hadn't showered all the while, so you could at best imagine what I'd look or smell like.

While thinking about my life and how/where to proceed on, a bike had driven up to me and the rider motioned me to hop on. I was at first hesitant, but when he insisted, I obliged.

He drove me for about 5 kilometres and brought the bike to a halt, and asked me to keep leftwards, and climb a super mountain across, that if I did as he was advising in broken French, Arabic and hand signals, it'd bring me closer to the razor fences separating the town of Nador in Morocco from Melilla in Spain.

I thanked him profusely and started on the journey of climbing the huge mountain.

From my reckoning, I had started ascending this mountain at about past 8 pm when the man had dropped me off, and when I eventually got to the peak of the mountain, where I could now see all around Nador, and also look into the Spanish territory, it must have taken me about 3 hours. I'd become fired up anyway, not minding how battered I was from the long climb, at least I was so close to Spain, I could actually see vehicles driving around.

While I was still basking in the euphoria of my new found luck, and planning on where to attack the Spanish fences from, the heavens had given way, and it started raining cats and dogs with nowhere in sight to take shelter.

I'd dejectedly continued on my solitary walk, with no particular direction until I happened upon a cemetery.

When I had arrived at the cemetery at about 12–1 am, I couldn't hold it in any longer. I simply broke down and cried my hearts out, all the while thinking about my family and friends, and how not one of them knew my whereabouts, nor what I was having to deal with at that point in time, all by myself.

After all, with the rain subsided, I hadn't the will to continue on the walk any further that night, I simply felt and reached for the closest grave to me, which I had slept on while saying a prayer for the soul resting therein.

A pretty tough journey I must confess, and the story of my life as an African irregular migrant.

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Backfornow:
The best and worst part of being an avid book reader is that there is always something to read on your list. I have gotten some of the best book recommendations from word of mouth. Some very good recommendations from this very forum. Thanks Glory Isaac! Here is my current to read list. One down tons left to go.
What is on your to read list? What is the last good book you have read? Looking forward to adding some more titles to my pile.

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na wa

Maisillion:
Who is this rag?

Awww I'm very sorry to have talked back at you, no vex you hear. I should have first checked out your profile.

Maisillion:
Mr Prisonal, U Better Join Them Too

Who is this vomit?

KingstonDome:
From Kingston Dome

Popular Zone 2 Police PRO, Dolapo Badmos spent her birthday with Kirikiri inmates after a Thanksgiving at Testimonial Place.

She said to the inmates “I am very happy standing in front of you all to celebrate my birthday, I was a bit surprised and disappointed today because I thought here I would meet people who are depressed and not looking happy, but the reverse is the case and I am happy. Prison is not your permanent home. Always have the belief that you would get your freedom one day”

She also advised them to always follow the Prison’s rules and regulations so that they can eventually regain freedom.

https://www.kingstondome.com/2018/08/lagos-pro-dolapo-badmos-spends-birthday-kirikiri-inmates.html

Mr jailer

I'm in chains, you are in chains too...
I'm a prisoner, you are prisoner too..

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Wow...it takes a whole lot of guts to go through with suicide man...No one truly deserves to be raped.

R.I.P girl

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