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Business / Re: Germany’s Allianz Buys Nigerian Insurer For $35m by Heromaniaa: 8:34am On Aug 31, 2017
Another's failure another's fortune
Religion / Re: Armed Robber Caught At The Lords Chosen Church In Ondo,Tied With Rope(pics) by Heromaniaa: 8:33am On Aug 31, 2017
Politics / Re: Soldiers Kill 82 Boko Haram Terrorists, Rescue 468 Hostages In Borno, Yobe by Heromaniaa: 8:25am On Aug 31, 2017
Kill them all
TV/Movies / Re: What Is Your Favourite Game Of Thrones Line by Heromaniaa: 8:25am On Aug 31, 2017
"Anyone who says I am king is no king." Tyrion Lannister.

"I just slapped you, did my hand fall off"


Crime / Re: 17,000 Live Bombs Found In A House In Owerri - SunNewsOnline.com by Heromaniaa: 8:12am On Aug 31, 2017
Cry beloved country.
Politics / Re: ”haters I Ready For Una”: Senator Dino Melaye Rocks Camouflage Jacket by Heromaniaa: 9:14pm On Aug 30, 2017

I am serious. PM me
Nairaland / General / Re: Top Ten Most Tallest Women(past And Present) In The World by Heromaniaa: 6:40pm On Aug 30, 2017
Travel / Re: Only 500 People On Earth Owns This Passport. by Heromaniaa: 6:37pm On Aug 30, 2017
Jobs/Vacancies / Re: I Just Lost A Job Offer Of 650k Because Of Professional Qualification. by Heromaniaa: 6:33pm On Aug 30, 2017
Politics / Re: President Buhari Arrives Katsina For Sallah Celebration by Heromaniaa: 6:29pm On Aug 30, 2017
Politics / Re: We Are Working With The Us Government On Repatriation Of Corruption Proceeds- VP by Heromaniaa: 6:23pm On Aug 30, 2017
How about repatriating Allison Madueke? How about throwing his boss Jonathan in a dungeon where he belongs? What becomes of the corrupt politicians after the funds have been repatriated?
Celebrities / Re: Ugoji Catherinemary Nneamaka Graduates With First Class Degree Honours by Heromaniaa: 6:22pm On Aug 30, 2017
Politics / Re: ”haters I Ready For Una”: Senator Dino Melaye Rocks Camouflage Jacket by Heromaniaa: 6:19pm On Aug 30, 2017
This man doesn't have shame
What's my bizness anyways
I dislike pot-bellied men
I have no potbelly. How about we go see a film and talk about your utter dislike for potbelly?
Politics / Re: Nnamdi Kanu & His Father Meet With South-East Governors In Enugu by Heromaniaa: 4:56pm On Aug 30, 2017
Celebrities / Re: Condolence Visit To Eucharia Anunobi By Omotola, Bimbo Akintola, Omoni Oboli by Heromaniaa: 8:59am On Aug 30, 2017
God give her the fortitude to bear the loss.


Jobs/Vacancies / Re: Find Yourself First, Before You Find A Job- Nimi Princewill by Heromaniaa: 8:58am On Aug 30, 2017
Jobs/Vacancies / Re: Why Recruiters Are Deleting Your CV On Sight by Heromaniaa: 8:58am On Aug 30, 2017
Phones / Re: When You Call From Abroad Do People See Nigerian Numbers? Twitter User Blames FG by Heromaniaa: 8:57am On Aug 30, 2017
Been noticing
Properties / Re: Lagos To Begin Construction Of New Business City by Heromaniaa: 8:54am On Aug 30, 2017
Eko onibaje

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Career / Re: What's The Role Of A Business Analyst? by Heromaniaa: 8:54am On Aug 30, 2017
Career / Re: Massive Shake Up In NNPC, 55 Staff Affected by Heromaniaa: 8:53am On Aug 30, 2017
Long overdue
Romance / Re: The Funny Story That Broke The Internet: You Will Surely Laugh (pictures) by Heromaniaa: 7:06pm On Aug 29, 2017
Nice work Op,room for plenty improvement.
Abeg no dey put pictures again,I no just like am, no vex o,na just my 'hopinion'.
Romance / Re: If You Could Call Yourself 10 Years Ago, And Had 30 Secs, What Would You Say? by Heromaniaa: 7:03pm On Aug 29, 2017
Fucck school... Street is where the learning and the money are.

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Romance / Re: The Funny Story That Broke The Internet: You Will Surely Laugh (pictures) by Heromaniaa: 5:32pm On Aug 29, 2017
Somehow, we managed to convince Iya Abeji to sell some food to us on credit that we had been employed by an oil company. It worked like magic. We promised to renovate her shop and supply her cooking gas for free every day. She was so excited and dished out food with reckless abandon. Some of those eating in the restaurant heard oil company and started prostrating before us. We ordered food for everyone. It was a free for all. When we were done, we left feeling like Dangote.

The next day was the D day. We gagged up in our best outfit to collect our employment letters. As usual, when we got there, several people were waiting already. There were even new applicants who gate crashed the event hoping to be selected. Most of them were willing to pay twice the price we paid.

We waited for two hours, the staff of Mobile Hoil did not show up. They were notorious for their lateness, so we were patient. But when the time was heading towards 4 pm, I knew we had entered one chance. We had been scammed.

Some disgruntled ones started dialing Lagos state police emergency number. When I told convinced Biggie that the whole thing was a scam, he slumped on the floor. I managed to wake him up. It was too early to start slumping, he had to tell me where he saw the vacancy so we could trace Mobile Hoil or whatever they called themselves and recover our money.

“I saw the vacancy, you know, that day the boss sacked me, you know. I saw it on the fence of one abandoned building. It was written with chalk: 'Mobile Hoil Company vacancy Call 07034482877.'" I thought it was real, you know.”

I slumped on the floor. Biggie has killed me.

I must have caused a scene because people began to gather around me. Then my phone rang. It was one of those godforsaken MTN customer service numbers, but I pretended that it was a real call and spoke into the phone.

“Yes, hello, Mr Abass, good evening, we have been expecting you.”

I had a plan and those around me were falling for it.

“Ok, you mean I should tell the applicants that you are coming with their certificates?… Ok. Hurry up sir, we are expecting you.”

Then I spoke more loudly to the hearing of everyone. “THERE ARE SOME PEOPLE HERE, WHO WANT TO PAY FOR THE CERTIFICATES TOO. SHOULD I COLLECT THE MONEY FOR YOU?… Alright sir. I will collect the money. Hurry up, we are waiting.”

Bros, they no dey tell person o. A trap will catch a lion, but if it be a true lion, it must escape.

I had barely finished my call, when more than fifty applicants besieged me like flies on a mound of poo, begging that I should hurry and collect their money.

I enlisted Biggie to write down their names while I collected the money. I had collected from about 15 people when two men barged in asking for those in charge of the recruitment. I came out boldly, thinking they were new applicants.

One of them dipped his hand in his pocket and when I stretched out my hands to receive the money I thought he was bringing out, a rusty handcuff gripped my hand. The other one flashed a police Id card and escorted me to a waiting car.

“You have the right to remain silent or anything you say will be used against you in the court of law.”

Bros, you don see how devil dey work? Shebi you don see am?

One of the police men asked me if I were operating alone, I told them about Abass and the others. They saw Biggie holding a piece of paper.

“Is he with you? ” They asked.

I looked at Biggie, Biggie looked at me.

“No” I said “But I can explain. I don’t know anything about this o, I am not one of them o, I no follow o. Abeg o.”

But clutching more than 200,000 naira in my hands, there was no denying my complicity.

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They pushed me inside their unmarked vehicle and drove off. Bros, I use God beg you. If my picture appears on Daily Sun crime section tomorrow, don’t let my mum see it. It will break the poor woman's heart!

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Investment / Re: H2 Report: 31 States Fail To Attract Fresh Investments by Heromaniaa: 10:45am On Aug 29, 2017
Literature / Re: How To Publish With Farafina Book Publishers by Heromaniaa: 10:35am On Aug 29, 2017
I learnt they are not accepting entries at present.
Literature / Re: Typical Nigerian Major Market by Heromaniaa: 8:29pm On Aug 28, 2017
Romance / Re: Any Man Who Thinks All Women Want From Men Is Money, Has Low Self Esteem. by Heromaniaa: 3:03pm On Aug 28, 2017

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Webmasters / Re: Anyone Tried "Let's Encrypt" Free Https Certificate Service? by Heromaniaa: 7:36am On Aug 28, 2017
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Romance / Re: The Funny Story That Broke The Internet: You Will Surely Laugh (pictures) by Heromaniaa: 8:47am On Aug 27, 2017
Hundreds of the applicants erupted into a standing ovation. But the whole thing wasn’t clear to me at all. I had neither heard of Toyota G wagons nor Camry Ferrari- could it be that I am not exposed to modern technology? I stood up and asked him what he really did as a pipeline engineer that he could afford 2 ‘Toyota Ferraris.’

Uduaghan stared at me like I had stepped on his sore foot but decided to answer my question when all the applicants cheered me on.
“That’s a very stupid question but I will answer it. When pipelines burst due to militancy and other factors, do we leave the oil to keep pouring away? No! I carry my boys and repair the pipeline, that’s all. No more question. I am not the one who needs a job.”
He walked off the stage as the bleached lady came on.

“My name is Ms. Sophia Obasi, I graduated from Abia State University, Owerri.”
At this stage, everyone burst into laughter, but Sophia had not the slightest idea why we were all laughing.
After two hours of confusing talk, they told us that to be able to work in the “hoil” company, we would need to have a certification in HSE and that would cost 40,000 naira, for each person.

Homie, I nearly jumped off my skin were it not for Biggie that gripped me with his fat arms. 40,000 what!? From that moment, nothing made sense anymore. And if they said more about the job, I wasn’t listening. I just wanted to go home, count my money and put it back where I used to hide it.

When we got home, Biggie wouldn’t let me be. He went on about how one needed to sacrifice something to get something bigger.
“This is our opportunity. Wake up man. In this country if you need anything you gotta pay for it you know?” His arm was on my shoulder and it felt like the hammer of Thor.

“Look at Peace Corps recruitment, Nigerian Immigration Service recruitment, money comes, money goes. Just imagine how much we would earn monthly. Imagine what we could do with the money. Girls, I don’t mean those ones that line up at Oba Akran at night, Behind ladies, Kirachaana, Roman Goddess; then booze and smokes. Come on guy. Are you in?


“I want a Venza – you know I am not greedy- a Venza for mama. And a Range 2017 for myself. I am in!” I told Biggie.

The next day, we went back to the venue to pay the money. Mr Abass said we would undergo safety training to be able to work in the hazardous environment of an oil company. The training was to last for a day after which we would sit for an exam and upon passing offered certificates.

We set off at once with the training. First we went round the school and picked up anything that posed a risk, then we lined up for one on one interview. The training was over. Imagine that!

After several hours of standing in queue waiting to be interviewed, my turn finally came. I sat before Mr Abass and his colleagues. They started to fire me with questions.

ABASS: What will you do if you are working in a gas storage facility and you notice a little fire?

ME: My motto in life is “safety first.” Guy, I won’t stand there and notice- I will run for my dear life.

ABASS: Really?

ME: Yes sir. Someone has to survive to tell journalists how it all happened.

UDUAGHAN: Tell us about any challenging experience you had at your last place of work.

ME: Erm, At the last place I worked, there was a time our business had problems so I offered some practical suggestions that later caused more problems.

ABASS: How were the problems resolved?

ME: I was fired.

MS SOPHIE: Why do you want to work in an oil company?

ME: I need the money badly and oil company dey pay pass money ritual.

ABASS What makes you say that?

ME: Upon all the ritual Alex Usifo does in Nollywood films, he is not as rich as Dangote!


ABASS: Do you have any questions for us?

ME: If pipeline bursts and fuel is now pouring everywhere, are the staff allowed to scoop the fuel to use at home?

ABASS : We are done with you, pay the money to Ms. Sophie and come back tomorrow for your certificate and internship placement.

Full of smiles, I paid the money, after which Biggie and I went home. Before we got home we quickly branched at a restaurant run by our neighbor to grab lunch. She knew us as notorious debtors. As we entered, she stood up like she saw a ghost.

“Ehn, what do you want? There is no credit today, come back tomorrow.” She grabbed a four feet pestle and it occurred to me that that woman did not mean well for me.

“But Iya Abeji, yesterday you said no credit, we should come back today. We’ve come now and you are saying no credit today, come tomorrow. This your tomorrow no dey finish? I asked, hiding behind Biggie.

I’ve had a phobia for pestles since Iya Abeji used it on me two years ago.

If I told you the story, you’d say it’s funny; but if you had felt the pain that ran through my spine that day, you will change your opinion about what is funny and what’s not.

Two years ago, I had walked into Iya Abeji’s shop to catch a quick breakfast. As usual, I ordered for two wraps of fufu to appetize myself before settling down to eat the main meal. The food was delicious, perhaps because of the assorted fish she used to prepare her soup.

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When I was almost done I took the fish I had kept for last and bit into it carelessly while winking at a waitress with enviable bosoms. The fish was crunchy and tasted like roast prawn, I spat out some to be sure. What I saw made me vomit all I had eaten. I had bitten and swallowed half a cockroach.

I explained to Iya Abeji what had happened and she refunded my money.

It was then a plan occurred to me. The next day l caught a cockroach, killed it and dried it in the sun. I took it to Iya Abeji’s shop and ordered for four wraps of fufu and egusi soup. I added four pieces of meat, two roundabout fish, three pomo and two bottles of big Pepsi. I sat down and devoured the food like a starved hyena. When I was almost done, I called a waitress to calculate my bill. As she was doing this, I brought the cockroach out and pretended as if I had found it in the soup.

Iya Abeji apologized and told me to forget the pay.

One week later. I was totally broke, hungry, and angry. I found a dead cockroach and rushed to Iya Abeji’s shop. With the hungry anger in me, I ordered for six wraps of fufu and other assorted complements. When I was almost done, I brought out the cockroach and screamed. I felt a heavy thud on my back; if not for God, Iya Abeji would have killed me that day.

I didn’t know that all along, she had been standing behind me with a long pestle.

I received the beating of my life that day.

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