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NaijaTalkTown:
You don chop Customs slap before??

Apprently, I'm not planning on getting caught

Chubhie:
Those guys at seme are a disgrace. Although there are other routes to bypass them.

One can make a video of their operations and put them on youtube and help make them famous

Explorers:
Iro o....

I can help you create one and manage it. We will make lots of cash o

sonmvayina:
this is one of your best post on this forum....i will support any of such research...financially or ....provided somebody is always ready to give account of their progress...

I'm the account for the project. Any financial issue can be discussed with me

plaetton:
The Kola nut is the symbol of the sacred bonds of friendship, kinship, love and integrity.

When prayers are uttered before the kolanut is broken, truth and integrity are invoked to stimulate one's conscience.

One can observe peculiar twitches in the face of liars and evil doers when the kolanut is broken after the prayers.
Evil people or those with a bad conscience tend to avoid eating kolanut when the kola prayers are uttered.

So, the kolanut prayer is a subtle form of social regulator, serving to affirm and reinforce the moral and philosophical underpinnings of Igbo traditions and culture.

Nice one. When you guys complete the book, I can market it on my website

TheDauraMallam:
Chai at the bolded!

Wetin person no go read from this Mr. Hahn?

Na true I talk broda. The man might be full and need to "offload" first before the event proper

Explorers:
20.

Sile12, nice one.

Have you set up your blog yet?

INTROVERT:
why can't you guys let me rest ....


by the way my signature space is for rent

What are your rates and how many guaranteed clicks will my link get?

apcpdpallscam:
2 mins is an overstatement actually and it's affecting our sexual relationship. It has diminished his ego and as For me, I don't ever wish to have it with him honestly, It is not only embarrassing but frustrating.

But i feel like surprising him on his birthday. So I'm wondering if there is anything i can add to his drink; drug, herbs without his knowledge to enable him last longer to his amazement and making him feel it's natural. Or is there an ointment/cream I can use to massage him. I need to spice our marriage sexually.

I believe the first thing you should do is cancel sugar from your husband's diet. Not even a pinch in his tea, no soft drinks, no sweets or biscuits.

Next, you can make him bitter leaf juice whenever he wakes up or before he goes to bed at night.

Before having sex, try and suck him till he comes the first time. I can guarantee when he gets aroused again he will be delayed before coming.

In your neighborhood, search for women that cook roots and tell them about it. But the roots from them and soak it at home with water for 24hours and then give it to him.

Hope this helps

Tonnierichy:
You have the right to whatever you want to believe in!!


I believe in Jesus because he answers my prayers!!

Ok

HungerBAD:
There is a God in Heaven.

Praise God.

Stories like this, is why i know there is an higher Being up there.

Hopefully, he is able to pick up his lie again, with help from friends and family. But how did he end up in far away Ondo from Ibadan?

The dude was mad for 10 years and god didn't see it necessary to heal him? And you call this a reason for believing there's a supernatural being. If anything at all, this is only proof of it's incompetence

The consistent replacement of reasoning with absurd beliefs is why this country is still like this.

Good luck to the man. Unfortunately, there are no proper psychiatric institutions in this country to properly manage such cases and as such many are left to the "mercy of god"

djdoxxx:
Okay, Thats Good To Hear...So, Presently What Do You Do?

I sell human hair @ www.nimini.com.ng

djdoxxx:
Thanks Blood... Agriculture Really Is Very Good...I Have Been Into It All My Life Though And I Have Been Loving The Adventures So Far... I Will Definitely Post Pictures And Keep Everyone Abreast...What Are You Into ?

I am not into agriculture but I do have interest of going into it in the near future

sorextee:
e go make sense die. i hate seat belts. gives me stomach ache.. this can easily deceive our gullible road safety and VIO OFFICIALS..

dammytosh:
... and when someone get involved in an accident..
a fake coffin can be adopted too.
That will be awesome

@sorextee, na your answer be that

NgeneUkwenu:
1

1 love

Nice one fam. Agriculture is a very good business venture. I wish you the best!

Post some pics too

kevoh:
Yes oo, that's where the illusion part comes in! Have you heard of the pastor that was arrested over a device that gives electric shock. Here's the link:

http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=389x1301843

Lol. I just read that.

Apparently, the anointing is another best selling product of Christianity

italo3:
Nothing wrong in praying to God to help your economy.

In fact, it is recommended.

Can you please give us an example of ONE economy that was developed as a result of prayers?

kevoh:
Johnny dem say billion, U dey talk of million!

Hahn, where U dey? Abeg, make me your assistant Pastor for that your new church and head of miracle department. Criss Angel has taught me some of his illusion skills and I believe with a little bit of engineering background we can make SUPERNATURAL MIRACLES and a hell lot of money.

It's an e-church though and it's in the works. We cannot allow our disbelief in a deity prevent us from benefitting from the business of Christianity

We don't even have to perform any miracles. Just make them "believe" they've received a miracle and we're good to go

walemoney007:
origin oni go nah jedi jedi jawe,I prefer oni ke

Sugbon, eyen to da bi beer ni mo like ju. To ba ti tutu, ise tan ni yen

Dog and crocodile for sure and a chilled bottle of orgin. Yummy!

PastorAIO:
This is a great social experiment. if Zambia rises from the ashes then we can cite an instance where prayers have worked. if on the other hand zambia sinks further, then...... Well ... Maybe their faith wasn't strong enough.

Or god doesn't exist

There are lots of gun makers and dealers in the South. Government should round them up, train them and have them produce and supply weapons to our security forces. It is way better than imprting arms. With abeg

We have everything but we import everything

tartar9:
xtianity was the favourite court jester that was favoured among the emperors if not it should have gotten nowhere on its own.

Anas09:
Tartat the Cursed muslim.

Dudes, be nice to each other. Don't you realise we atheist have a lot to learn from you as regards manners and being nice to people?

Op, nice one. Feels good to be back from my ban on the religious section *yawns and scratches balls*

Where are all the religiotards? I can only see these two I quoted

BlogOxygen:
You're right hahn. I only think having .ng should be after you purchase the .com domain. Talk about versatility or general adaptation. I can move my business to Australia without having to think about how to change my domain suffix.

I don't see anything wrong with moving a .ng business to australia though

Nice. I'm a personal fan of .com.ng and .ng domain names and I believe every Nigerian business can attach a sense identity to their businesses as opposed to .com names. Either way, it's important to have your own registered domain name.

kossyablaze:
...lol nah....Jungle justice

Oops

kossyablaze:
JJ

Just joking

Kayoski:
I am still searching for the part where the op said this strories are his/hers originally....
as long as they are fulfilling dier purpose (thought provoking) ,that's all I care..

thankyouJesus:
Cost of a miracle.
Tess was a precocious eight year old when she heard her Mom and Dad talking about her little brother, Andrew. All she knew was
that he was very sick and they were completely out of money. They were moving to an apartment complex next month
because Daddy didn’t have the money for the doctor bills and our house. Only a very costly surgery could save him now and it
was looking like there was no-one to loan them the money. She heard Daddy say to her tearful Mother with whispered desperation, “Only a miracle can save him now.”
Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured all the change out on the
floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No
chance here for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and
made her way 6 blocks to Rexall’s Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door. She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise.
Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good.
Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!
“And what do you want?” the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. “I’m talking to my brother from Chicago whom I
haven’t seen in ages,” he said without waiting for a reply to his question.
“Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,” Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. “He’s really, really sick… and I want to buy a miracle.”
“I beg your pardon?” said the pharmacist. “His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?”
“We don’t sell miracles here, little girl. I’m sorry but I can’t help you,” the pharmacist said, softening a little. “Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn’t enough, I will
get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs.”
The pharmacist’s brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little
girl, “What kind of a miracle does you brother need?”
“I don’t know,” Tess replied with her eyes welling up. “I just know he’s really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my
Daddy can’t pay for it, so I want to use my money.”
“How much do you have?” asked the man from Chicago. “One dollar and eleven cents,” Tess answered barely audibly. “And it’s all
the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.
“Well, what a coincidence,” smiled the man. “A dollar and eleven cents – the exact price
of a miracle for little brothers.” He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said, “Take me to
where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let’s see if I have the kind of miracle you need.”
That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specialising in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed
without charge and it wasn’t long until Andrew was home again and doing well.
Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this
place.
“That surgery,” her Mom whispered. “was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would
have cost?” Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost… one dollar and eleven cents …
plus the faith of a little child.
Cc lalasticlala ishilove

I need to rest, bored of typing.

@bolded, the op claims he is broed of typing whereas all he has been doing is copying and pasting. He was indirectly claiming responsibility for the articles with that statement

Africans are very good at evading responsibility. We blame everyone but ourselves. We blame the government, relatives in the village, the devil but never ourselves for our woes.

It is indeed a strange phenomenon