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Firstcitizen:
That is the first acting role of every Nigerian bride. They are very good actors.

So many things I wouldn't allow. For my wedding, the first thing I did was no reception. At the engagement, I told the MCs, no unnecessary soliciting. I told them I wouldn't respond to the phrase "o bebe fe abi o bebe fe" which is done in most yoruba engagement where they make the man say he's being to be married to his bride. Our engagement MC said myself and my wife had too many laws and we were like they were no laws, we just wanted to do our things or way.

I feel many people are just insecure. What is your business with what someone else feels about you?
I once had a boss that we couldn't leave the office earlier than 7pm despite closing time being 6pm. Tried pushing but at last I had to join since those ahead would even prefer to leave my 9pm. Nevertheless, I never hid my feelings about many things and my boss would tell me he likes how I say my mind but would prefer I tell him in private. He tried getting close to get information about me, but i will never share.

The kneeling to feed him is just a show for the audience. It doesn't happen after the reception in most cases.

Dinner:

Tuna and garlic cream pasta with a side of tomatoes and onion salad.

Monday Dinner:

Corn polenta with efo riro.

Sunday dinner:

Pounded yam with ofe onugbu.

OriOko88:
U no get sense. So you'd throw party when ur kid or someone very young in your family dies pre maturely just because no one is guaranteed long life. You're reasoning is so dense.

Go tell your elders in the family how useless they are for not raising you properly. Do as you please and let others do as they so please. No one owes you how they choose to live their lives.

frog12:
then he can't get that high score if he's bad in biology

His new combination doesn't require Biology. Besides, not been great in Biological Sciences doesn't mean his high school Biology is warped.

Sharpsharp00123:
how can someone who came up first b expelled for poor performance?

The story doesn't add up

With comments I read here, I can now confirm that many on nairaland don't even read the body of a thread but just comment based on the topic

Imagine many of them up there, they are passing comments solely based on topic

Nawah ooo

Getting into medicine requires he writes Physics, Chemistry, and Biology in JAMB. He could have been struggling with Biology which is the main focus on Medicine. As such, he could be struggling with his MB exams. It doesn't mean he isn't brilliant, he's just playing against his strength perhaps, because growing up, his parents/family had played the medicine song to his ears too much.

Now he knows he can't keep up with what he doesn't like and is pivoting to what he likes. Learn to keep am open mind.

Avedonn:
So what becomes of the student now? They expelled him, and he took another JAMB exam. What exactly is the issue here? Would they rather have him drop out of school entirely? For a student already studying medicine to score this high in JAMB again proves that he is exceptionally intelligent.

This situation needs to be thoroughly investigated because something is clearly wrong somewhere. It makes no sense to punish a bright student who has demonstrated his academic capability twice. The authorities should reconsider their decision and address the root of the problem instead of jeopardizing his future.

Perhaps, biological sciences isn't his forte. Now he is planning to study towards his strength.

RealLordZeus:
That tradition is very repulsive...
In the SW, usually if you died below 50years, it's oku ofo and won't be celebrated

To each his/her own. I find the culture that calls a dead oku ofo because of the age at which s/he died to be more repulsive. No one is guaranteed long life and everyone should be buried for a life well lived whenever they die.

You dont have enough value for yourself. If you say no sex till you are engaged, then you shouldn't be taken serious. If you need be taken serious, it should be no sex until marriage.

Hope there are enough buses to convey everyone who needs the service.

The part I find challenging is how the owners of the accounts the money is transferred to cannot be tracked by the Nigerian Police.

Amotolongbo:
Days of Yemi my lover and koto orun and ti oluwa ni ile

Are there ways to get some of those old films? I will like to watch a movie like "Asiri Nla that featured Iya Rainbow, Alade, Alabi Rainbow, etc."

armyofone:
Send me flight ticket o. I will bring my chair and fork & knife to help with the chicken leg.

Na Airport and address i go send. Ticket, na you go buy .

Dinner:

Seafood fried rice, plantain, and grilled chicken thigh.

Caaz:
Gbosky na you get this thread ooooooooo
Like play like play I just realised its bn long I ate spaggetti.

Yam now na hawt cake,sometimes kokore go just dey hungry me,but the prices of yam tubers jux dey discourage me

No be me get thread ooo.

Breakfast:

Sheet pancake with tomatoes, bell peppers, and onions omelet topped with sharp cheddar cheese and avocado.

Yesterday's dinner:

Pasta topped with cheddar cheese.

dosage150:
No I haven't of recent , I will ask my brother for his full name and also nickname to make a search , especially on FB and IG

Thanks so much for this , never thought of it

Please check on LinkedIn too. I would start from there.

Dinner:

Boiled plantain, efo riro and air fried mackerel.

Freezed the plantain because it was getting so ripe. Treated it like frozen yam by throwing it straight into boiling water. Next time, will all to defrost before boiling, perhaps, it would come out better.

How do they expect the children to learn well in such classroom where they have to keep thinking of their safety and next moves should the building collapse?

dosage150:
Good morning, N'Landers. I’m not sure this is the right section to post this — but after reading a post about someone who paid for a car and vanished for years, it pulled a memory from deep within me. A story that still leaves all of us asking: “What really happened?”

A true life story and not a fiction

Let me take you back to late 2005. My family had just relocated to my mother’s hometown and moved in with my grandparents. There’s a polytechnic nearby, so our quiet little town always had students renting spaces and walking around.

In 2006, a young man — early-to-mid 20s, slim, sweating from the long distance walk — showed up at our gate. He asked my grandma if she knew of any room for rent. He had come from school and hadn’t had any luck.

Now, my grandma was the type of woman who treated every stranger like her own child. She offered him water, asked him to sit and rest. She even walked him to a nearby compound owned by a man with some rental units. Unfortunately, there were no vacancies.

Still, he was grateful. He rested, thanked Mama, and left that evening. A few weeks later, he passed by again — this time just to greet Mama. She was so happy to see him that she offered him food and water. That evening it rained heavily, and she asked him to stay the night.

That night was fun — for kids like us, just having access to his phone to play music and games felt like magic. He left early the next morning to prepare for school.

But after that… nothing. Days turned to months, and we never saw him again.

We eventually completed and moved into our own house, and that was the end of it — or so we thought.

One sunny morning in 2007, Mama was sweeping outside when someone shouted, “Mama!!”

It was him. The young man. They hugged tightly. We were shocked and overjoyed.

He told us he had been coming to the old house, finding it empty every time. But he remembered we had a church near our new home, so he started asking around — street to street — until fate brought him back to us.

That day, he sat with us, laughed with us, and ate with us. He was still struggling to find affordable accommodation which he told mama. So my mum, overhearing it all, offered him one of our rooms to stay. “It’ll help you focus on your studies,” she said.

He moved in, and became part of the family. Not just by name — by actions.

He woke up early to sweep, even if he didn’t know how to use our long broom properly (which always made us laugh). He fetched water. He accompanied us to grind beans for my mum’s moi moi business at 3 or 4am. He followed us to the farm. He was eager, helpful, humble — like someone who wanted to earn his place.

Strangely, in all the time he stayed with us, no one ever came to visit him. He never talked about family. Just school — quizzes, assignments, group work which he does with his friends over the phone or go to school on weekends for them to meet.

Naturally, my mum got a bit suspicious. So one day while he was at school, we looked at his documents. His name, department, registration number — even his hometown and father’s name — were all there. When she asked him later, his answers matched perfectly.

A year later, during the holiday, he travelled home and came back after school resumed.

Then in 2010, my grandfather passed away. During the burial, the young man said his father would attend — and he did. One look at the man, and the resemblance was clear. This gave everyone peace of mind. My mum collected his Father's phone number, but we lost it when my mum had a ghastly accident in late 2014(he phone was crashed and SIM card damaged).

After his final exams, he left, saying he’d return to collect his things. He did — in late 2013 or early 2014. He stayed for a week, then packed everything and left.

Since then… nothing.

No call. No visit. His number still rings, but no one picks at a point it doesn't go through anymore, my mum tried it early this year, another person picks the call, speaks another language (maybe the service provider sold the number due to inactivity). We have no contact for anyone around him. No friend. No relative. Nothing.

Mama — the one who gave him a place in her heart — died in 2021 without ever seeing or hearing from him again.

All we have now is a street name in Abia State, where he once told us they were known by family name. I recently met someone who lives there. Maybe one day, I’ll ask him to search.

But even now, we all still ask:

Was he real? Is he alive? Or was he… something else?

Have you tried searching for him online with his details you have?

Dinner:

Wheat amala with okra and vegetable soup.

Had some over ripe bananas and decided to make banana bread. Unfortunately, it wasn't as dense and has a cake texture. It taste the best banana cake/bread I have ever had.

Yesterday's dinner:

Beans and dodo.

anamo:
PhD is moving. EB2-NIW or EB1-A on my mind lol.

Either is cool. EB1-A is better though.

anamo:
God help men

Amen! How is studies coming along?

labalaba321:
Bro. I’m actually in similar situation here in America (tho my wife has never called police on me b4).. however I’d have leave and run but the fear of wasted investment (got her conditional green card through me, paid her tuition and I’ve invested in this marriage to a point where it became crippling).. also, the fear of paying alimony and CS till like forever is also crippling but I’m not happy (still I’m tie to her and it’s like I’m slaving for her and her family). Bro I’m not happy and I’ve become a shadow of my former self. No one to talk these things with. I just pray I scale through these murky waters. People I talked to ask me to leave her while I’m still alive and forget about fear of wasted investment. I’m tired tbh

I sent you a PM.

Bestman241:
Last week Friday I started begging my wife for us to have sex since it’s been over a year we had it. Anytime I requested for sex, it’s always one excuse on top another about how she’s lost drive for sex completely. Mind you, I’m not inconveniencing her at all as I do most of the house chores and foot 100% of the billings. The only thing I sometimes refused to do is send money to her parents due to heavy demands from her.

So, on Friday after heavy persuasion lasting into hours, she yielded in and we had sex. On Saturday, I received German police at my door asking about my wife. I called her out and before I knew what was happening, they started asking her if she’s safe which she told them she’s not. They took her to a makeshift apartment pending when they finish investigation on me. I have received a case file which I must respond to and present myself this morning (Monday).

I’ve never treated my wife badly even when it’s obvious I lost control of the home . She’s the one always insulting, always speaking to her male colleagues at late hours, not joining her to do anything at home.

Tired. I don’t know what to do from here

Did you ever record her insulting you? Even if you did not, at this time, I am not sure if counselling will help. Your wife has shown you she is no longer interested in the marriage and I would personally advise you take a stance on if you want to be married to yourself or you want to be single. Do not listen to any noise as her height of selfishness is unbearable.

I am waiting for the reaction of the "reform is working great, you just have to go through some pain" crew.
One thing is that as a people, we are very selfish. Some will still vote for known failures in the next election.