RichYoungNigga:
She's still ugly.

Ugly rich girl, that's a bigger miracle. How much have you made with your fine face? Bad belle.

so beautiful

This is 7 packs.
just counted again. its 8 actually.

eyaaaaaaaaaah

I just love her complexion

She looks scary

Not Hilarious a bit

400billionman:
She fine

Its [size=16]LadyF [/size] again..

Hmmm

Can't wait to watch the movie.

modified: Charley is looking good by the way.

Midehi:
you are really beautiful

Thanks dearie

...I'd still be beautiful *winks*

Sabrwahaqqo:
Post pregnancy fat just dey whine you, when it suddenly arrives ehn! You just go dey shout 'Nooo' 'Nooo' like person wey lose his best pet. Beta hit tha gym soonest b4 korect fatness catches up wd u!

My village is just perfect

I Dont get. Approaching me for what?

babaearly:

Are you jobless? whats lady f again? in a thread like this?

The "its LadyF again" thing tire me.

Congratulations dear.

interesting

sim37:
negligence

yes! Negligence

Nairaland Naijasinglegirl

Lacomus:
Babe you are dammm hairy, you be saloon ?

Funny

Nice write up.

That's bad. Take a look at the boys face.

rawtouch:
Toh, the gracious father has used style to show you what you have been putting up with


Stop calling her after a while she will call you but do not take her calls, she will run back to you its your call what you do

Exactly! Dont call her again, she will run back to you.

it is worrisome.

Bossforeva:
Nice article sister.. Lol.
I actually smiled at that point you expected us to, cox i have seen a lady in that particular position.
He kept on fighting with the conductor till she alighted.
She was saying that the conductor should stop touching her and she was even beating him and distracting others.

Lol... what a terrible situation

Aighque:
This is the best article I've seen on Nairaland in a very long time. Nice one, handbagss! Thumbs up!!

Thanks Aighque

Lagos without Danfo is unimaginable. As a matter of fact,
Lagos without Danfo is no Lagos. For the benefit of those reading this and have never being to Lagos or have no idea what Danfo is; “Danfoes” (if there’s any word like that) are those rickety yellow commercial buses that constitute
nuisance in the streets of Lagos. These buses are so
peculiar to Lagos
that, if by any means, they’re banished from Lagos and
introduced into another state, Lagos figuratively ceases to be called Lagos and whatever state it is, becomes the New Lagos.

The experiences Lagosians encounter in/from/with these
yellow jalopies range from that of amusement to astonishment and sometimes horror. And when
I say Lagosians, I’m not just referring to commuters but
also to pedestrians and other drivers. So long as a Lagosian is not bed-ridden from birth, hence hits the streets from time to time, such a person cannot claim to not have had an experience, either personally or as an
onlooker/bystander.

One experience that has remained engraved in my psyche is a day I had an appointment somewhere in the Apapa metropolis and was running late. I joined a neighbor who was driving to work that morning. He wasn’t going my way, so I alighted at ‘Mile 2’ then we parted ways. I now had to board a Danfo from ‘Mile 2’ to Apapa and eventually, it was during rush hour.
Coupled with the fact that it was rush hour and I was
running late, I had to board the next available Danfo, not considering the available spot or the condition of the bus. Guess what, the available spot on the next available bus was the spot any experienced Danfo-user dreads; the first
seat you see when the back rail-door is dragged open. Yes,
that one on the extreme right, immediately behind the front row.
These seats are meant for conductors to sit on, but being
that Danfo operators are like every other business person whose goal is to maximize profit, conductors sell these seats to desperate commuters like myself and
then proceed to sit on the engine.
Those of you who have occupied that spot know what I’m talking about; you sit face-to-face and knee-to-groin with
the conductor. And by knee-to-groin, I mean both commuter and conductor having a knee in-between each others' thigh and almost touching each others' groin (I guess you just paused, imagined yourself in that position
and smiled).
Smile no further because you’ve not heard the
crux of my experience, which is the “AROMA” that exuded from the conductor’s mouth, armpits and every pore on his body.
By capitalizing the opposite of the intended word and
putting it in
quotation marks, I suppose a number of words must’ve
poured into your
brain; words like stench, malodor, reek, odor, etc. And I
forgot to mention that I am a lady, but lucky for me, I was putting on trousers that day, which alleviated the knee-to-groin part of my ordeal. Each time the
conductor stretched his arm across my face to collect
money from a passenger behind or uttered words like “fu mi l’owo” was a living hell. The “AROMA” was so strong I could taste it in my mouth.

To cut the long story short, by the time I got off the bus, my
eyes were blood-red from holding my breath whenever he either stretched his arm across my face or uttered a word and I arrived the venue of my appointment looking like I had a hangover from the previous day’s
drinking binge.

Samfigo1:
Handbagss how do I get you? I have a message for you!

Really? sounds interesting. Email me:edeanilinda@gmail.com

Museni:
And that was how handbagss called me - sounding very happy - she made front page on NL.

She has been feeling like a celeb since then!

Haba Museni!