₦airaland Forum

SilverNorGold:
What OP reported is 100% true! Unscrupulous criminal elements are going about looking for unsuspecting Nigerians to induce into selling their NIN which they will use for their nefarious activities! Please don't fall for it!

One suspect accosted me yesterday offering to buy my NIN for $3 million (USD) but I strongly rejected. He disappeared before I could call the police.. Same thing happened to my friend, Yusuf. He was offered $130k which he also rejected!

So please, Nigerians, let's NOT be greedy and foolish... Selling your NIN is like selling your freedom, your identity! If anything bad happens, nobody will believe your story.

As for the criminals doing this thing, the long arm of the law will soon catch up with you!

Nigeria must better, by fire by force!

CandidNotes:
I digress.

Feminism

I am not a feminist but I believe that IN THE WORKPLACE every gender should be treated equally and paid fairly. But in the home, a man is the incontestable HEAD. I have never seen a team with two Captains, at best it's a Senior and Junior Captain. In every sport, endeavour, religion, there's only one Leader. Even in the Trinity, there's God the Father, the Son and the Holyspirit but God the Father is the Head. The human family is a trinity itself comprising of the Father, Mother and the Children, the Father in this case is the Head. Attempting to have two Heads will only lead to conflict as the unit will constantly be pulled in two different directions. The mother will not be happy, the father will not be happy and the children will be raised in a toxic environment. Nevertheless, a man should treat his wife with love and kindness and the woman should respect and submit to her husband.

I have observed that the original feminists are HERMAPHRODITES and MASCULINE LESBIANS who feel like they are actually men but are trapped in female bodies (you need to live abroad to understand what I mean). Hence, they feel that they are being treated differently from their male counterparts and would like to get the same treatment. These "women" have more testosterone than estrogen, they regularly engage in the exact same professions as men: Military, Construction etc. Rather than be honest and ask for equal rights because they are "men" in and of themselves, they hide behind the cloak of ALL women thereby destroying the lives and homes of unsuspecting, regular women. Please note that Feminists are brainwashing you.

Red/Blue Pill and Simps

When you are done converting all the males around you to black women hating men (as is the current situation in the US) I hope you can guarantee/understand the following:

1. You will be lucky enough (LOL) to find a white woman to marry.
2. Your daughter from your white wife will favour her white and not her black side (Mikel Obi's daughters).
3. Your black daughters and sisters will get the red pill treatment from their boyfriends and husbands.
4. Your cousins and nieces etc will get the red pill treatment from every man they encounter because of the mindset you are promoting.
5. Your granddaughters will have it worse because the red pill treatment will even be worse than it currently is.
6. Find a way to make every female in your family WHITE otherwise they will all be single or get the red pill treatment since that is what black women deserve.

Good luck!

shankara7:
people will just come to nairaland to catch cruise.

SLAP44:
Just as I left the hospital.

Before I got to the intersection.

They pulled before us in a black Toyota Sienna.

Blocking us from moving further.

These men.

In black and blue jeans.

And black tight t-shirts.

Heavily armed.

Sunglasses as usual.

Climbed out of the vehicle.

My driver exhaled heavily.

"These people again."

Eight men.

Two moved toward the Taxify.

Gun raised.

Cocking their rifles as though they had caught a criminal.

I sat calmly.

If you are a young man who frequents Taxify or Uber in Lagos, you'd probably get used to that embarrassment.

I had nothing with me just my phone.

And the medication I had gotten from the hospital.

I was so weak.

Massive headache.

While they approached I asked my driver.

"Who are those guys?"

"Haaa. Bros, na SARS o."

I said.

"I thought they have banned these guys?"

He looked at me.

"For wia. Na today?"

I sighed.

The two approached one on each side of the car. I kept my hands in plain sight and made no sudden moves.

One of the men shouted at my driver.

"You no go wind down? Abi you want us to beg you?"

The Taxify driver quickly hit the window button as he screamed forcing a smile.

"Aaah officer of the law no vex, sir! I throw way salute."

The one who had shouted approached my window.

I was looking away.

He shouted.

"Oga, you no dey greet person abi you no see us?"

I slowly turned my head and looked at him.

"Officer, good afternoon, sir."

"Afternoon. Who are you?"

I was about to answer.

He shouted.

"Oga, come down?!"

One of his folks standing a few steps away shouted.

"Who be dis person wey no dey hear us? Na one of those protesters? Devil go welcome am for hell now if he be one of those protesters."

He cocked his gun and approached my Taxify.

It was a lonely road.

No onlookers.

A few cars passed by the other side of the lane.

I gently got down from the car.

I greeted again.

Both of them.

"Officers, good afternoon, sir."

My driver came out and said.

"Na my passenger! I pick am from that hospital down the road."

The one who had asked me who I am shouted at him.

"Shut up! Did we ask you anything? You dey mad? Your moda!"

Then he turned to me.

"Oga, who are you?"

"My name is Kyrian Chiemelie, sir."

"What do you do? Wetin dey your pocket?"

"I am a writer, sir."

"Journalist?"

"No, sir. Author, scriptwriter, filmmaker, sir."

"Oga, wetin dey your pocket?"

"My phone, sir."

"Bring it out."

I dug out my phone.

"Unlock it."

"Why?"

The other one shouted attracting the rest, pointing his gun at him.

"You are asking us questions? Are you stupid?"

I said.

"No, sir. But none of you has the right to search my phone. I didn't do anything wrong."

One shouted, running toward us.

"Who dey yarn that rubbish? Na one of the protesters? Shoot the modafuvker!"

The other one said.

"We never know na when we search him phone we go know."

The Taxify driver said to me.

"Please, unlock your phone. You know what is going on already."

The one pointing rifle at me shouted.

Eyes widened.

Dark lips.

Unsmiling face.

"Oga, unlock your phone for the last time!"

As I used my fingerprint he snatched my phone from me immediately.

Handed it to the last folk who approached us.

He seemed to be the leader.

He started to go through my phone as he said.

"What did you say you do again?"

"I am a filmmaker, sir."

"Actor?"

I shook my head.

"Basically writing."

He looked at me.

"You look tired."

I said.

"I just dey come back from the hospital. The one down there."

"Wetin dey do you? COVID-19?"

"No, sir. Na stress and little sickness. My doctor has given me some tablets, I will be fine in a couple of days."

As he scrolled through my phone the others watched.

Gun pointed up, down. A few at me.

I remained chilled.

He asked.

"And you are not one of the end SARS protesters."

I remained silent.

One of them moved toward me as though he wanted to hit me his rifle.

I dodged.

"Oga, dey ask you, you dey ignore am."

The man said.

"Leave am. Make I see end SARS pictures on his phone first and he is gone with the gun."

I was still silent.

A few minutes later.

One said to the one with my phone.

"Oga, did you see any pictures of end SARS on his phone?"

"I never see one."

I said.

"Sir, can I go, please? There is nothing on my phone."

He looked at me.

"Are you teaching us our job?"

"Not at all, sir. But there is nothing on my phone. My doctor said I should not stand too long."

Two laughed.

"You dey tell us na. We wey no get doctor make we die. We wey dey use chamist cure our infection and malaria."

I didn't say a word.

One of them approached me and showed me some images on his phone.

Dead bodies.

Fresh corpses of youth, both male and female.

Lying by the bush.

Blood gushing from bullet wounds.

I looked at him, in fear.

He said.

"Shey dem dey shout end SARS we no dey catch anybody again o. But na make we see pictures of end SARS for person phone the person is gone. Dis ones wey you dey see so na some of the protesters o. Shey dey don die like dis? Dey will keep dying."

One shouted at him.

"Why you dey tell am this thing? Why you dey leak our secret? Do you know who he is?"

"Shey he talk say na filmmaker? He won't do anything."

Goosebumps rushed over me.

In actuality of how these guys are killing in reckless abandon.

The one with my phone said.

"I no see anything for him phone. He is free to go."

He handed my phone back to me.

Then said.

I took my phone and said.

"Thank you."

As I headed back to the Taxify, a Lexus Jeep was approaching behind us.

They rushed immediately and flew it to stop.

The Taxify driver got in and we started to drive off.

While I looked behind, watching as they dragged five guys out of the car.

About three wore t-shirts.

Boldly written 'EndSARS'.

The Taxify turned right at the intersection and I couldn't see anymore.

He shouted.

"Ah. These people are in trouble."

But I heard it barely ten seconds later.

It was loud from a distance. Three gunshots

Written by Kyrian Chiemelie Offor