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Yareey:Yes, I know Somalis are not the attacking or harming type because they object to a relationship. They are not like Arabs, Bangladeshi or Pakistani. No honour killing. The just verbalise their objection and some would cut off the Somali girl. Even a Somali guy would get a bit of backlash, but more so the girl. And such emotional punishment is enough threat/punishment to discourage the girls. I don't even think many can dare take a boyfriend home unless they are engaged. Yareey:This restricts you pool positively and negatively. Even some good Muslim boys who accept your religion would refrain from approaching you because that, in most interpretations, is un-Islamic. And most of the ones that do, would do it in an Islamic-adherent-way as possible. This means little informal contacts and you would struggle to know you partner well enough to click. You will only click on a religious and religion-complaint level. You are more likely to get a good Muslim, not a man you click with. Yareey:There are a lot of Muslim men, but only a few would approach a Muslim woman in hijab in public. Again restricting your pool. |
Yareey:I hardly know of any Somali girl that is allowed to date, be seen hanging with her boyfriend, invite the boyfriend home or even to explore dating outside the Somali or Muslim community. Those are restrictions. Lets not forget, considering your dressing mode, many men would be reluctant to approach you on the streets because they would think you will feel offended or it would be inappropriate by your religious standards. The hijab is mostly a repellent of most men. It limits your pool and restricts your ability to engage and mix outside. Even the few Muslim men that might approach you, can't date you freely. So how can it be easy to find a man to click with? |
Yareey:If I may ask, considering your background, how can it be easy to find a man to click with when you have restrictions on mixing with the opposite sex? |
aflyingbird:Or you could say the women are too much of nigga ass bitches that did not meet the men's expectations to want to wifey them. |
Mgbadike80:How do you know he did not build any? Also, how long was Buhari in power for? Finally, how does you diversion to Buhari excuse that GEJ's attempt is empty and a failure? |
SeverusSnape:180,000,000 people. 144,000,000 living below the poverty line. 102 houses built to reduce the housing deficit. Not 102,000 o. It is 102. After 5 years in power. GEJ's and his idiot supporter's standards for good development. |
alVinHustle:Abeg stop making noise o. Afterall, corruption is not stealing according to GEJ. ![]() Is it only the small change Bala is stealing you want GEJ to be investigating and lucking him up for like Buhari did with Nwobodo? ![]() By the way, here is part of where the money came from: http://thecitizenng.com/public-affairs/controversial-fct-2013-budget-the-guardian/ http://www.vanguardngr.com/2012/12/outrage-greets-n2-2b-presidential-banquet-hall/ http://www.savidnews.com/fct-minister-bala-fingered-in-n143m-donation-scandal/ https://www.nairaland.com/1185622/fct-minister-bala-mohammed-justifies Apparently, Bala Mohammed spends N5bn annually to evacuate and rehabilitate prostitutes. ![]() I am sure it is evacuate and rehabilitation to his bed and go on holiday with him. No be GEJ government? Goat must to eat yam na. Dem must chop well with impunity while GEJ is in power. Keep Calm and Breathe Fresh Air. ![]() |
LadyX:Funny to an animal that lives in a jungle and is used to the jungle. |
GEJ government, lying since 1864. When you are clueless and achievementless, you will turn to lies. Watch his illiterate wife here, lying to claim achievements. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D4s2zSy_cWQ |
More: http://www.oyibosonline.com/cgi-bin/newsscript.pl?record=13006 [size=14pt]The End Of An Assignment In Nigeria By Tim Newman[/size] With the exception of a week in October when I need to clear out my apartment, I’ve pretty much left Nigeria. My assignment there officially finished on 31st July, although I will have to return for business trips over the course of the next 3 years because the project I am on in Melbourne is for Nigeria. Somebody once said that there is much to write about Russia, but when one tries you can never find the words to write the first line. Nigeria is much the same, and indeed there are many similarities between the two countries. I have tried to describe Nigeria to people who have never been there, and failed on most occasions. A colleague of mine stopped telling people back home about the place because he was getting a reputation as somewhat of a bullshitter, even though he didn’t exaggerate anything. I was at a seminar in Paris some time ago and I was describing the working life in Nigeria to a group of Frenchmen. One of them quipped that I was exaggerating and that “it couldn’t be that bad”, which prompted another Frenchman, sitting beside me, to nudge me in the ribs and remarked “wait until he does his Nigerian assignment”. He was based in Port Harcourt. Nigeria has a reputation, and I knew about it before I arrived. Most of what I’d heard proved to be completely true. Almost all of it, in fact. To get a general picture of Nigeria, just read the news, and you’ll not be far wrong. It isn’t a place like Russia, the US, or France which surprise visitors when they see the contrast between what they’ve imagined (based on exposure to their tourists or foreign policy) and the individuals they encounter. But beyond the general picture, there are some subtleties worth mentioning. It’s first important to understand that degree is as important as form. Russians, faced with criticism of corruption in their country, often retort that corruption is found everywhere, even in the UK. Which is true, but in many countries it does not infest every authority, office, and institute like it does in Russia. It is the degree, or extent, of corruption which makes Russia different from the UK, not the form. Understanding this concept is important in describing Nigeria. There is no getting away from the fact that corruption in Nigeria has infested almost every aspect of life, work, and society. I can’t think of a single area where I didn’t encounter a scam of some sort. Some of them were pretty normal – policemen hassling motorists for bribes, for example – with others being less common elsewhere. Filling brand named alcohol bottles with local hooch was widespread practice. Not so bad in itself, but these were being sold through supposedly legitimate suppliers and turning up in established bars. Others were unique to Nigeria. I knew a guy in charge of oil shipments for a foreign oil company who received a call from somebody in the authorities saying he was not going to release the multi-million dollar cargo until somebody had bought his cousin $10 worth of phone credit. My acquaintance found himself going to the shop, buying a phone card, and handing it over to some scruffy bloke who showed up at his office in order to allow his crude oil out of the country. The corruption, theft, and graft can take many forms: falsifying a CV (I don’t mean enhancing, I mean pretending you’re a Lead Piping Engineer of 12 years experience when actually, until yesterday, you were a fisherman); selling positions in a company; stealing diesel from the storage tanks you’re paid to protect; issuance of false material certificates; impersonating an immigration officer to access an office, from which you then tap up the people within to fund your latest venture; selling land which isn’t yours; deliberately running down the country’s refining capacity in order to partake in the lucrative import of fuels; falsifying delivery notes of said refined fuels in order to receive greater government subsidies; deliberately restricting the country’s power generation capacity in order to benefit from the importation of generators (which must be run on imported fuel); theft of half-eaten sandwiches and opened drink containers from the office fridge; tinkering with fuel gauges at petrol stations to sell customers short; conspiring with company drivers to issue false receipts indicating more fuel was supplied than actually was; supplying counterfeit safety equipment; falsifying certificates related to professional competence (e.g. rope access work); paying employees less than stipulated in their contract (or not at all); cloning satellite TV cards, meaning the legitimate user gets their service cut off when the other card is in use (the cards are cloned by the same people who issue the genuine cards); the list is literally endless. There is no beginning or end to corruption in Nigeria, it is a permanent fixture. Nepotism is rife: family members are employed and promoted before anyone else. Outright theft is rife: from a pen lying on a desk, to billions from the state coffers. Dishonesty is rife: from the state governors to the street urchin, lying to enrich yourself is the norm. You name the scam, it is being done in Nigeria. Eventually, nothing surprises you. As I said before, you’ll find such practices everywhere, but to nowhere near the extent found in Nigeria...................................................... Read the rest at this link: http://www.oyibosonline.com/cgi-bin/newsscript.pl?record=13006 |
maternal: Sagamite:A review of Nigeria for you: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/expat/10004318/Nigeria-corruption-how-a-bottle-of-whisky-saved-my-life.html [size=14pt]Nigeria corruption: how a bottle of whisky saved my life[/size] Our reader Mike Forde recalls his run-ins with less-than-honest policemen in Nigeria https://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/02542/police_2542854c.jpg It was not until after accepting an assignment that would take me to Lagos that I bought a copy of The Rough Guide to West Africa. The Nigeria section was prefaced with remarks by Nigerian writer, the late Chinua Achebe: "Listen to Nigerian leaders," he wrote, "and you will frequently hear the phrase 'this great country of ours'. "Nigeria is not a great a country. It is one of the most disorderly nations in the world. It is one of the most corrupt, insensitive, inefficient places under the sun. It is dirty, callous, noisy, ostentatious, dishonest and vulgar. In short it is among the most unpleasant places on earth." Not the best of introductions, but there was no going back. A contract had been signed, airline ticket issued, hotel reservation made. I'd grown up in Tanzania and was confident I could handle whatever Lagos had to offer. The flight landed at midnight local time. Immigration procedure was an unnerving blend of aggression and inertia, a flanking assault on the senses that requires a stiff upper lip and in-flight drinks to overcome. A sullen-faced official snatched my passport as I stood in the queue and began flicking through the pages. He was a policeman, dressed in a black uniform, armed with a pistol and truncheon. In a parody of suspicion, his eyes narrowed as they flicked back and forth between my face and my picture. I thanked him when he gave it to another man in a green uniform whose job it was to check the validity of my visa – a task he seemed determined to perform in slow motion. In the arrivals hall I identified myself to staff at the hotel's airport reception desk and was led outside to a Land Cruiser. Sitting next to the driver was another policeman cradling an assault rifle. It was like Dodge City with palm trees; he was riding shot-gun on our stagecoach. A thin, slack-jawed Englishman in a white suit, an old colonial from central casting, sat next to me in the rear. We joined a freeway; there were garbage fires on the roadside, smoke billowed into arcs of light cast by a row of streetlamps, like an establishing shot in a mean-streets movie. We were on the 12 kilometre road-bridge spanning Lagos lagoon. "I've heard it's the best in town," the old colonial said, referring to our destination. I was not immediately reassured. "The best hotel in town" sagged under the weight of comparative factors. It was freighted with wrong assumptions. The issue was unresolved when I fell asleep around four o'clock. Then at six, the bedside telephone rang. "Passport," said a stern voice. "What?" "You must give passport." "I'm sleeping." "Passport." I resisted the impulse to close the conversation with a piece of my four-letter mind and opened the curtains. The view fulfilled my expectations of a West African harbour. Rusty freighters rode at anchor. Below, the prow of his canoe brushing the harbour wall, a fisherman cast his net into floating refuse from the hotel kitchen. I switched on the TV. A moment later there was a power cut, but the hotel's own generator ensured normal service was resumed in my first-world cocoon. Downstairs in the lobby, I had my passport photocopied and was asked if I had slept well. I took a bus tour of the islands – Ikoyi and Victoria. Compared to the klaxon-blaring blast of an average road in Lagos, the islands' leafy streets are tranquillity itself and it took less than the half-hour trip to discover why. There's a heavy police presence and cars are routinely flagged down. Included in these stop-and-search activities is something called dash – a voluntary payment that ensures your continued innocence. Throughout Lagos, the police behaved like an occupying force whose job was to intimidate the civilian population. They regularly carved their way through traffic jams, brandishing weapons like hit men, whipping the bonnets and side-panels of cars with knotted rope, as if expecting them to scatter like cattle. The company provided accommodation, a car and driver. I took to driving myself around the islands at weekends. Once, I was stopped by a cop for not wearing a seat belt. He climbed into the passenger seat and said I was under arrest. As he gave directions to the police station, it occurred to me that neither of us wore a belt, an irony I knew better than to share with him. I was tried to keep calm while I wondered how I would offer a bribe if he didn't ask for one first. "It would be bad for you to enter the station," he said, as I negotiated deep puddles of seawater on the beachfront road. "Then you spend tonight in the cell while I do paperwork." I had 3,000 naira in my wallet (about £12). "See you around," he said, pocketing the money. Indeed. Lagos saved its parting shot for my final day. On the way to the airport, my driver encountered the grid-locked traffic of an Easter weekend. Seeing the police driving against the traffic flow and making headway, he followed them. It was a mistake. He was dragged out of the car and roughed up. Then two cops got in and demanded money. My bag contained US$20,000 in crisp, $100 notes. In Lagos, it's a sum that's likely to make you a missing person. My adrenaline levels went into overdrive and I waved my ticket at them, babbling that I had no money and was in danger of missing my flight. My ineffective attempt to control mounting hysteria added authenticity to my performance as a witless loser. They accepted the bottle of whisky I offered in lieu of funds. |
She is as comical as the buffoon called Idi Amin. |
innervoice:You want them to stop the President and Commander-in-Chief of Nigeria? Dem no even born Goodluck himself to try. |
IYANGBALI: I have read and heard so much about you as a very powerful First Lady. I know that when you are at that level, not many people can tell you the gospel truth. No one wants to offend those in power. If the actuality must be told Ma, the whole trouble started the day you publicly ridiculed the Governor of your home state. It was reported that you yanked a microphone out of his hands and lambasted him like a recalcitrant school boy. Let me put it this way. Never in the history of Nigeria have I read of a First Lady responding to criticisms in the frontal manner you attacked Professor Wole Soyinka over an issue that you could easily have ignored. That singular act of unrestrained combativeness was one of your worst public relations gaffes. Wole Soyinka is one of those global icons that you can’t take on and win. If for nothing, here was a man who at about 76 years of age trekked under the scorching sun of Abuja to defend the rights of your husband when many of the acolytes around you today were nowhere to be found. You were not supposed to repay such selfless gestures with verbal blows. That was when you finally lost me and I’m sure many others.As suspected, this is the real current Nigerian president. Goodluck is just a mumu houseboy in Aso Rock. |
All of a sudden, because of elections, Jonathan is visiting everything instead of staying in Aso Rock drinking like before. |
Now we know who is really ruling Nigeria. Yaradua passed the power to Turai. Patience took over from Turai. All this, while the dunce called Jonathan was watching like a mumu. |
miraclewonder:Some of you need to learn what is called a "restaurant". |
Philadelphia:Thanks, bro. Can you qualify how you know it is gross and not net? I am asking because 2 other people seem to be saying it is net. |
Olutola88:Is that after tax? |
kaydguru:Wow! That is seriously high pay. That is like bank pay na. What about the others? |
kaydguru:Please tell us how much each of the highlighted pay at entry levels. |
JideTheBlogger:Oga, how does that tell us the questions I asked you? |
kaydguru:How many graduate jobs are in this companies every year? Then compare that to how many graduates are being churned out of Nigerian universities every year. Just do only that for now. Forget Nigerian graduates from foreign universities and existing graduates prowling the streets looking for a job. Also forget about what proportion of those jobs are reserved for those with leg and connections. Your argument is like telling a US/UK student not to take a job unless it pays above $65K/£35K per year. |
halimat38:And you think Nigeria is as expensive as California? |
icebeatz:You plan to sponsor him for the Masters? |
kaydguru:How many companies in Nigeria pay 200k+ for entry level? Please tell us. |
icebeatz:So earning nothing is dream builder? |
JideTheBlogger:You that no one knows your blog, how much can you be making from blogging? |
The press establishment should pay some of our military men to give them the beating of their lives until they leave the front of their premises. |
Rawani:A thief using the money he looted for business or charity is a progressive? Nigeria is finished with people like you. |
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