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Career / Re: 6 Solid Ways To Put Up With A Difficult Boss by Heromaniaa: 8:15am On Jul 09, 2017
Education / Re: 5 Things That Happen When You Graduate With A Poor CGPA by Heromaniaa: 8:14am On Jul 09, 2017

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Science/Technology / Re: Nigerian Man Catches Crocodile Inside Lekki Flood by Heromaniaa: 8:05am On Jul 09, 2017
Religion / Re: Major Mistake Made By Christians by Heromaniaa: 8:03am On Jul 09, 2017
Religion / Re: Can A Married Christian Couple Use intimacy gadgets? by Heromaniaa: 7:46am On Jul 09, 2017
Are the gadgets idols?


Literature / Re: You Are Fired! A Story By Heromaniaa by Heromaniaa: 9:11pm On Jul 08, 2017
wow I really enjoy the story
Jobs/Vacancies / Re: Strictly For Those Interested In Teaching Jobs by Heromaniaa: 5:15am On Jul 08, 2017

Yep! They're 4 real.
*new school starting by August (summer school)
*salary #46k
*HMO (free medicals)
*School located in Arepo axis
*18% pension
*.......yeah, I went 4 d interview

Everything he said is correct. I didn't accept the the job offer. So if you teach English Language, I reserved a spot for you. Mind you, the school is in it's first year/term, no registered students yet. So if they start telling you "we can't pay you at the moment because we have few students " Bros, no say na me carry you go there.
Literature / Re: Top 10 Nairaland Stories To Enjoy Over The Weekend by Heromaniaa: 7:41am On Jul 07, 2017
Jobs/Vacancies / Re: Strictly For Those Interested In Teaching Jobs by Heromaniaa: 6:55pm On Jul 06, 2017

Good day, hiq did u know that dwy are real? Do u work there? Moreover, what's d name of d school & its location? Please, thank you for ur reply
I don't work there. If u need more info, private chat on whatsapp.
Education / Re: NOUN Graduates Now Eligible For NYSC & Law School by Heromaniaa: 6:47pm On Jul 06, 2017
Travel / Re: Top Ten Clubs You Must Visit In South East Nigeria (photos) by Heromaniaa: 6:45pm On Jul 06, 2017
Literature / Re: Introducing Top 10 Stories Of The Week ( Nomination Thread) by Heromaniaa: 6:42pm On Jul 04, 2017
Let's do this again..
A hilarious comedy that tells the story of Psalm and his side kick, Biggie. Psalm comes to the rescue of his boss's dwindling business by suggesting a solution. But as usual, his honest solution wreaks more havoc. If you want to wet your pants with laughter, read YOU'RE FIRED https://www.nairaland.com/3895170/fired-story-heromaniaa
Romance / Re: Pre-wedding Photos Of A Man And His Beautiful Albino Lady by Heromaniaa: 6:32pm On Jul 04, 2017

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Romance / Re: This Is What You Get When You Marry A Slay Queen. by Heromaniaa: 7:30am On Jul 04, 2017
Young man, own up to your action.

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Properties / Re: Can A Single Guy With Income Of #60,000 Build A House by Heromaniaa: 7:27am On Jul 04, 2017
Romance / Re: Miss Caught Hanging On Wire Wearing Underwear After Lover's Wife Came (pics) by Heromaniaa: 6:30am On Jul 04, 2017
Jobs/Vacancies / Re: Strictly For Those Interested In Teaching Jobs by Heromaniaa: 6:28am On Jul 04, 2017
They are real. They're recruiting for a newly built school. The pay is 46000 plus those incentives.


good school hereby invite applications for the
following positions below:
1: Computer Operator/Office Assistant
2: English Language Teacher
3: Mathematics Teacher
4: Further Mathematics Teacher
5: Physics Teacher
6: Chemistry Teacher
7: Biology Teacher
8: Economics Teacher
9: Financial Accounting Teacher
10: Book Keeping Teacher
11: Geography Teacher
12: Commerce Teacher
13: Literature-in-English Teacher
14: Yoruba Teacher
15: Civic Education Teacher
16: Agricultural Science Teacher
17: Food & Nutrition Teacher
18: Christian Religious Studies (CRS) Teacher
19: Technical Drawing Teacher
20: Fisheries Teacher
21: Computer Science Teacher
22: French Teacher
23: Government Teacher
24: Data Processing Teacher
25: Painting & Decoration Teacher
26: Fine Arts Teacher
27: Physical Health Education (PHE) Teacher
28: Music Teacher
29: Primary School Teacher
30: Confidential Secretary
31: Accounts Clerk
32: Head Teacher ( Baptist Nursery &
Primary School)
33: Cleaner
Required Qualification & Experience
Applicants should possess at least a Degree
(Minimum Second Class Lower) in the
relevant subject.
Must be Computer literate.
3 years teaching experience in a Secondary
Very attractive (HMO, PENSION AND 13th month) and competitive.
Attractive and Competitive.
Application Closing Date
7th June, 2017.
Method of Application
Interested and qualified candidates should send their comprehensive CV's to: jidashconsultinglimited@gmail.com
Hand delivered to the address below indicating at the Left hand side of your CV, the "Position Reference" and at the Right hand side their "Location" to:
Jidash Consulting Limited,
2nd Floor 5, Vori Close,
Off Acme Road, by Zenith Bank,
Lagos State.

pls tell me something about this people?? they keep calling me..... are they real??
Romance / Re: How To Spot An Eligible Bachelor On Nairaland by Heromaniaa: 6:08pm On Jul 03, 2017
And that's how Tonto Dike married a womangrinder.
Romance / Re: What Is The Meaning Of Life In Five (5) Words? by Heromaniaa: 6:06pm On Jul 03, 2017
Five words are too many.
Politics / Re: Open Letter To Nnamdi Kanu By Modesty Vitus M Ezenwa by Heromaniaa: 5:27pm On Jul 03, 2017
Literature / Re: You Are Fired! A Story By Heromaniaa by Heromaniaa: 5:23pm On Jul 03, 2017
Sorry. I had to remove all as I can't remember which of them had Gbogbo big girl's pix..

I can't still figure out what gbogbo big girl's pix means.
Romance / Re: 15 Of The Biggest Dating Fails Ever That Can Irritate Your Partner Very Easily by Heromaniaa: 2:13pm On Jul 03, 2017
Majoring in Minors
Family / Re: This Guy Is Searching For A Companion For His Widowed Mother by Heromaniaa: 5:59am On Jul 03, 2017
And twitter is now the dashboard for private discussions.

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Literature / Re: You Are Fired! A Story By Heromaniaa by Heromaniaa: 11:32am On Jul 02, 2017
I hope there is more to come?

Great story
yea sure. Visit www.madman.com.ng for more.
Literature / Re: You Are Fired! A Story By Heromaniaa by Heromaniaa: 8:55am On Jul 02, 2017
Sorry. I had to remove all as I can't remember which of them had Gbogbo big girl's pix..

Front page Pls. Make my people laugh small
Literature / Re: You Are Fired! A Story By Heromaniaa by Heromaniaa: 8:44am On Jul 02, 2017
That's not possible..
I have seen it now. Seems pictures are not allowed because all the embedded pictures were removed.
Politics / Re: "Nnamdi Kanu Is Bigger Than Jesus'' - Facebook User Says by Heromaniaa: 8:28am On Jul 02, 2017
Both the facebook user and the op that took him serious should schedule an appointment with the psychiatrist.

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Literature / Re: You Are Fired! A Story By Heromaniaa by Heromaniaa: 8:26am On Jul 02, 2017
“Let me have it quickly.”

“The business does well during celebrations like Valentine’s day, because more crowd means more money. So if we can have something like Valentine’s Day every day, then we will sell more food.”

“What do you have in your head, pap or custard? We can’t have Valentine’s day every day.” That was the Chef sounding smart.

“What I have in my head is a hairy backside save for the stench and the massive fat deposit” I replied calmly.

How was that for a clap back? I should probably write diss tracks for Meek Mill. “My idea is, let’s bring crowd in here. Every day, every hour.”

“How!?” The boss was not known for patience.

“This is how… we organize church events in this place. Yes, church is the new cash cow. We convince churches around to hold some of their soul winning fellowships inside the restaurant. I mean there are so many souls to be won here, Funke’s for instance. But that is not the aim. When they sing and dance won’t they be thirsty?

“They will.”

“Won’t they be hungry?

“They will.”

“Food sales will go up. Some randy ones will lodge. The multiplier effect will be exponential! I mean… you can clap now”
There was a spirited round of applause. I felt it was the slightly impressive choice of words that excited them, not the idea.

“You think this plan will work?” The boss asked?

“Does anyone have a plan B? I asked. There was no reply.

The following day, we made and distributed fliers. Many churches wrote and called signifying interest in the soul winning program. And it happened that they came pouring in en masse the next day.
I had a carpenter make me two wooden piggy banks; I hid one somewhere and on the other one, I wrote “Charity, T & C apply” and kept it close to the entrance and as people came in I convinced them to give to charity, some were stingy like an Ijebu man with a Bsc. in Economics but many others gave generously.

Needless to say, my plan was effective and by six we had sold off all the food and drinks, even the rooms were all booked. Apparently, some pastors came from neighbouring states and needed accommodation.

My boss was very impressed with the whole idea, and twice or so, he came to work with a worn out King James Version.

The whole plan went well until kasala burst.

The restaurant was filled to capacity the fifth day, the church members were in high spirits, singing and dancing excitedly, waiting for the pastor.

Thirty minutes crawled past and he that was present an hour ago was nowhere to be found. So many of the church members began to go round the hotel, searching the rooms and stores, thinking he had slept off or something.

I even joined in the search. After thirty minutes of fruitless search it occurred to me that we had not searched room 4. I told all the search party to follow me. We got to the room and I pushed it open, and lo and behold, what we saw vexed the devil himself.

The pastor was (pants down) on top of a naked Stephanie. The church members were irate with anger. They said Stephanie was a temptress, and had lured their pastor into committing the unholy deed. They nearly lynched the poor girl. Had we the staff not come to her rescue we would have had a manslaughter to contend with. In the scuffle that ensued, seats and windows were broken.

The boss was furious, at first I thought he was angry at the church members; but he wasn’t, then I sensed he was upset with Stephanie; but I was wrong. Later that evening, he called me and told me to come to work the next day and pick my salary and never return to the company. That was when I knew whom he had blamed for the whole thing. What a mess, after my genius idea, what do I get in return? A sack. I was fired.

The next day, we all assembled in the restaurant and the boss announced that the money that would be spent fixing all the damaged property was in fact higher than the profit we had made. So he had no choice than to break open the charity box and take some for the repairs.
He told Funke to get the box from his office where I usually keep it after work. Then he paid me 15,000 naira as my monthly salary. It was supposed to be twenty but he said the month wasn’t over so he couldn’t pay me for services I did not render. When they were about to break the box, he told me to pick my stuff and leave. He didn’t want me to know how much was in the box. So I left.

When I got home, I brought out the real charity box and broke it. I counted the money; it was about fifty seven thousand naira. Bros, I am rich. You may be wondering how I had the box with me. May be you have forgotten, I made two of those boxes. After the scuffle of the previous night, I went up, left the empty box in my boss’ office and took the real one home.

I folded the money and kept it inside my inner suit pocket. You might want to say I should hand over the money to charity, that it is wrong to take what belongs to the poor. Well, you are right. But Charity’s money is my money too. On the box, I had written T and C apply. Under the box I wrote out the full terms and condition. It clearly says. “All proceeds of the money shall go to Charity, Psalm’s mother. And in her absence, Psalm, being her next of kin, shall take full possession of the money.”

Well, there you have it. Like Davido who said his father’s house was his house too, I am saying, Charity’s money is my money too. And if you are among those that visited the hotel and gave generously, pele, next time read the terms and condition. There is a reason companies like MTN write their Terms and Condition where you won’t see it.

And if the chicken-change you put inside the box, dey vex you too much, I am on a Danfo going to Ikeja City Mall. Come and beat me.

cc lalasticlaa, divepen1, Seun, mynd44 etc

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Literature / You Are Fired! A Story By Heromaniaa by Heromaniaa: 8:17am On Jul 02, 2017

It’s been more than three months since the Prado Guy incident. I had moved out from my babe’s apartment into Biggie’s apartment. He has always been my bro since day 1. Sarah and I were still dating but the steam wasn’t there. We chatted once in a while but it was quite obvious that the whole thing was headed for the rocks. She claimed she cheated on me to help me get a job, that it was a sacrifice she was constrained to make.

Well, I listened to her but I wasn’t eating any of that ‘sacrifice ‘ bullshit. If she cheated to get me off my jobless situation, she might one day cheat with the landlord to foot the rent, or with the NEPA man to foot the bills. One can never tell. These ladies ain’t loyal.

I have always known that relationships involving fair and pretty ladies never lasted. If you doubt me check out the news about Tonto Dike and Oladunni Churchill, or Tonto Dike and Malivelihood, and Dbanj, and Wizkid etc. If you still need more proof also check out Toke Makinwa and Maje Ayida or Meek Mill and Nicki Minaj or Charly Boy and Bobrisky (in this one, it is your guess who the lady is). Are you convinced now?

Things were changing for the better the Nigerian way. In Nigeria, if you crossed from PDP to APC, that’s change: change in alphabets. The economy will remain the same or worsen. Biggie told me there was an opening at his workplace. He worked at a decrepit restaurant and chalet by the road side that was the lair of hoes and yahoo boys. I applied and got the job. I was to work as the doorman and the pay was #20,000 per month. I accepted the terms and conditions and started work at once.

I hadn’t worked for more than three days than I began to ask myself if it weren’t better to go back to the village and rear hens than stand for 12 hours a day sliding doors back and forth. The job was horrible. At the close of work my leg would feel as if the joints had knocked. I always walked home like a bicycle with a broken spindle. Then another problem was the monotony of the job. I mean, even if you were paid a six-figure salary, you’d definitely get bored standing 12 hours a day closing doors and opening them and saying “welcome” and “bye, have a nice day.” I had to speak to the boss about those issues.

So that Tuesday evening, everyone was in bad mood except the boss. We had a good number of customers that day. That meant more cooking for the chef, more serving by the waiters and waitresses, more door sliding for me but more money for the boss. So he was in good spirits as I walked into his office.

“Yes! Yes! What are you doing here? You should be at door.” He blared like a goat.

“Erm, good day sir. We haff almos finish for tonight. So I say that I should come and see you.” I was very tired.

“See me? For what? Is it the end of the month? Young man get back to work before I roll you up in dough and bake you!”

“It’s not like that sir, my meat dry, well well. Customers won’t be able to chew it!”

“Go straight to the point! What do you want? He was an impatient man.

“The door, sir. Standing there all the time. Is boring too much. I swear, is very boring.”

“That is why you were employed, to handle that very boring job.” He made a face like a Snapchat donkey. “There is nothing I can do about it. Besides, every one stands in here. From the cleaners to the waiters, to the chefs to me, the boss!”

“Ah oga, my own standing is different. I want another type of standing.”

“You are wasting my time. What kind of standing do you want?

“Erm, Sir, I don’t mean to insult you sir. But since you asked, I don’t mind standing as the boss, if you don’t mind.”

My boss made a face like he just sat his naked ynash on a pin. Then with as much strength as he could summon into his large mouth, he blared. “Get out!”

Shuo, person cannot ask a question again? Shebi na him say all standing na standing!
“I am sorry sir. Shebi I said if you don’t mind. I didn’t know that you would mind, but if I can’t stand as the boss, can I stand as the accountant, I promise I won’t ‘loss’ your money”

“Get out before I push you out.” He howled like a crossbreed of dangerous dogs.

He then stood up like a hangman and walked towards me. Brother, Usain Bolt no reach me for run. I tore out of the room like the EFCC was after me.

So that was how my plan failed and I kept on standing and sliding doors and helloing and goodaying customers both on good days and bad days.

Then something happened that would in the long run land me inside kirikiri. But the kirikiri part is a story for another day. You see, I needed money badly. I was living with Biggie. Biggie would never let you have a coin off him. He could drown you with alcohol till you threw your intestines out, but on all other matters involving money, he would make you split the bill in two.

So I was footing half the NEPA bill, house rent, food bill, fuel bill, and air freshner bill; the one we used when his girlfriend came over. I was broke like the economy, man. So I began to get creative. I soon figured out how I would make extra income. CHARITY! That was my mamma’s name by the way.

Your guess is as wrong as whatever comes out of the mouth of Lie Muhammed (Please, pardon the spelling of the first name, I kept spelling it correctly but my phone kept autocorrecting it, so I left it like that. My phone knows better) If you thought I was going to give to charity.

Don’t get me wrong. I totally support giving to charity but… but when your case don worse pass Charity own- you begin to wonder what the difference was; why people don’t give to you too. So at my place of work, in the third week since I started working there, a plan flashed through my mind like power supply at Oworonshoki. I thought about the plan. I turned it over this way and that way until it occurred to me that if I didn’t put it into action I’d go totally gaga.

Last week had been particularly dull for business. Customers walked-in in ones after three or four hour interval. As usual the boss jumped off his skin like boiled periwinkle when he saw the accounts. To cut the short story shorter, he said we were at fault and must recommend ways to move the business forward. Babe, if you see as people start to they google the internet for ideas, you go shock.

Funke, the receptionist, googled “Ow kan wi move hour otel 4ward” and waited for it to load. When she saw no related feedback she typed, “Habeg, hany otel walk vacansi haround Osodi hunder bridge?

It wasn’t funny. Everyone was under pressure except me. I had a plan.
The evil hour soon came and the boss called for the meeting. We all assembled in his office and stood like primary school children that bought akara with their school fees. I’ve done it before so I know what I am talking about. It wasn’t funny I say.

The boss adjusted uneasily in his chair like he sat on his scrotum and looked up at us.

“Who among you has been pulling my business down?”

The office was quiet. It was like Ibrahim Magu, EFCC chairman, telling the senate “If you can swear you are not corrupt say Aye!” Who wan talk, make thunder from Sango and Amadioha shrine join forces knack him left ynash.

“We have to get to the bottom of the matter, and the earlier someone starts saying something the better for all of you.”

We couldn’t say a word, though we knew one another’s secrets. For instance the master Chef was always packing food home. I couldn’t blame him though, when a man has eight kids at home plus a wife the size of Eniola Badmus, you’d learn to sympathize with him for no reason.

The other day I caught him red handed. It was just eight o’clock and the boss had gone home for the night. Customers wanting to grab a quick supper were all stranded in the restaurant. When I rushed in to find out what the problem was, I was told the whole food was finished. I went into the kitchen to see what the chef was doing about it, but alas alas, there he was pushing all the food inside a black polythene bag.

“Psalm.” he called me “My family never chop.” he said. “I do all this cooking and I don’t have food at home? Not possible. My wife… you know how she is.” He said mournfully. “I mean, where a baboon works, a baboon should also eat.”

“You mean your wife?” I asked finding it difficult to understand how a baboon got to into the conversation.

“My wife?” he asked. Then he seemed to understand. “Well, judging by her weight and her hairy backside, you may have a point.”

Eww, I had never seen her hairy backside. In fact, I would rather buy popcorn and beer (since coke and Fanta don cast) and watch Denrele and Bobrisky make out than see that woman’s hairy backside… eww.

“Take heart, Chef. God will give you the fortitude to bear the load.”

Well, that was just one long instance to prove to you we weren’t all saints like President Buhari’s cabinet members.

The other day, a wealthy man had come to the restaurant for lunch with a girl that dumped me three years ago. I told him point blank that no dish was ready (though it was past midday), that if his girlfriend couldn’t cook for him at home he should go and look for another one.

‘That’s correct.” The wealthy man said. “Sandra come home and cook for me.”

They turned back and drove away. Sandra was a bad cook. Years ago, she added water to some eggs she was frying for breakfast, explaining that it was too thick. I guess she is single again.

Back to the meeting, my boss was now pacing round the tiny office.

“Since you have no answer to my question, do you at least have a suggestion on how we can move the business forward?”

It was Biggie, my friend, that opened the floor.

“I think, you know, we all feel business isn’t going well because, you know, we are comparing this week’s sale with that of last week. I mean, you know, last week was the week of valentine and sales were high for obvious reasons. You know”

“We don’t know!?”The Boss fired like a pregnant woman whose water just broke. “Why were sales high during valentine, did Chef’s culinary skill get better or did Funke’s makeup get more attractive?

“Not really, during valentine, the rooms were cheaper because of the promo. And we had crowd of people wanting to lodge, and you know, do it… and they had to eat too. I mean, aside the girl, Stephanie, in room 4, who else does it on an empty stomach?” Biggie asked.

“I …” Boss started. We looked up at him in unison. He realized the awkwardness of what he just said.

“I don’t mean I as in I do it on an empty stomach, I mean I …” he looked at Biggie like a LASTMA official would look at a danfo driver picking a passenger on the express. “Next time you end a sentence like that, you are fired, what rubbish!”

“I am sorry sir.” Biggie said, unsure what he had done wrong.

“Biggie made a point, but stating what the problem is isn’t the same as solving it. If it were, Psalm’s mouth odour would be a thing of the past.” He took me by surprise, in fact I was so confused I had to quickly run my wet tongue across my palm and smell the residue. I won’t say it smelled as good as Passion perfume, but I can beat my chest and say my mouth has an edge over rotten egg.

“So I need solutions.” The boss said, his bulging eyes resting on me. For a second I thought we had been too harsh on Segun Arinze, it was because of my boss Oxford added “eyesore” to the dictionary, Segun had nothing to do with it.

“I have a solution.” I said, looking him eyeball to ‘eyeballs’.

“Solution for the mouth odour?” He asked.

“No, a solution that would move the business forward.”

Why should I suffer myself to solve my mouth odour problem, I mean when a man has mouth odour, who dey suffer am pass, no be the people wey surround the man? They should find the solution.

“Let me have the solution quickly.”

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