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Doralad:
Good evening house. Please is the application still on.

Yes

eglitz:
plz I need past questions in Physics....Dis is my watsap number..08166307403. Thanks alot

I have some physics past question with me.. like 5-6 consecutive years. I'll share with you on whatsapp.

TheSociopath:
There is

if truly there is an already existing whatsapp group can the admin of the group pls add us up or better still create the group link and post it here so that we can join via the link.
my number is 07064326665.
thanks.

tallsalako:
Who told you that? Pls this is a forum, don't let us mislead people. I have submitted my form and transcript in person. It is allowed for alumni. How can my department that has my record reject the transcript I want to submit in person? So please don't 'generalize' things. In fact, I am sure they would collect from none alumni too.

You can get your transcript by hand from your sch, and more so you said you're Unilorin alumnus if I get you right, but I know quite well that transcript officially can't be issued to student but will be sent to the institution that request for it. in my university you can never get you transcript by hand and that's is the same in other institutions I have attended.
so if anyone can get it by hand from their school and Unilorin collects it by hand as well, I think that's cool.

Msc Physics Aspirants should drop their whatsapp number... I have some past questions to share.
and anyone who wish to join an active whatsapp group for Unilorin Pg aspirant 2017 can also drop his or her whatsapp number too to be added immediately.

Hello everyone, I just completed my application form yesterday but I was unable to submit it at the Pg sch secretary office. I'll surely do that today. but note that transcript can't be submitted by hand, it must be posted from your school registrar/ exams and record unit to the head of department from which admission is being sought.

Slitz:
Color me Muslimah
with the brightest shades of guidance
a reflection of light perfected
a gift from the Owner of perfection.

Color me Muslimah
with the softest hue of peace
a radiation from within
a gift from the Source of all peace.

Color me Muslimah
with the finest garment of submission
my beauty like pearls, but screened
a gift from the One and Only Guide.

Color me Muslimah
with my gaze cast down
my forehead bearing the sign of those
who bow
to the ONE, the SUPREME BEING, my ALLAH.

The finest of colors for every Muslimah!

Slitz.

more ink to your pen.

WHAT A SLAVE
What an ignoramus is he?
Who knows death is certain
Yet he commits sins

What a loser is he?
Who lived long on earth,
Yet has no fear of Allah in heart

What a shame is to he
Who knows what he does is sin
Yet fails to flee away from it

What an ingrate is he?
Who knows Allah sustains him
Yet bows to other than Him

What a liar is he?
Who claimed to love the Prophet,
Yet says his SUNNAH is less important

What will be his excuse?
When the uncertain time of death comes
What will be on his record?
When the time of judgment comes
What will be his plea to the Angels?
When he is been drag into the Hell

Copyright Yusuf Lekan

[center]Existence of Allah

Reminiscence
I ponder into his existence
I wonder why he can’t be seen in essence
Yet he created us from ignorance to cognizance
He created the massive moon and makes it fluorescence
He beautifies the day with sun and installed the stars at night as ambience

I look, and look and I see
That Allah exists but can’t be seen
When pristine knowledge makes my mind glow
That all what he created is to make us grow

He is hidden above the heaven and the earth
With his knowledge encompasses everything on earth
And show his mighty with symbol and signs
That we may know, he is all doing and all knows

My heart long for the solace of Allah
And my fingers grasp the Holy Qur’an
I bow to him in my wonder
And hope my faith will never be gone.

Copyright: Yusuf Lekan
[/center]

asalm alaykhum brethren, it is to my delight to see that you stated this great job, but so dishearten that you quit so soon. spoken words and poetry is considered as a powerful work of art that quick to registered emotional feeling into one's heart and erupt the spirit within, it is compelling and adorable by almost all living soul. if you are not a scholar that can preach Islam with stream of scholarly quotes, then why not with the creativity and artistic gift Allah has given you. Boonna Muhammad is best to emulate in this among others.
actually i was in search of a forum like this after i decided to stop writing poems and spoken words on secular ideology which i have been part of on several facebook groups and pages, i realized it is more beneficial to use my talent to preach Islam and earn reward than to promote western ideology and perhaps fall into sin.
this forum must not die, I pledge to take the charge and resuscitate it.

Jazhakhumullah Khairah.

Yours in Islam

Yusuf Lekan.

SalvationMopol: @Yusuf...pls answer this simple question

even as at Now,if u're related to d V.C or Registrar,will d admission b closed?

indeed d 2013/2014 Admission may have closed externally but not internally.
don't b surprise if Funaab releases 3rd/supplementary/V.C list Soon.

I am not disputing your claim but to my best of knowledge and what I've strived to find out is that it is closed. Though this VC is a new one. Spring the time of Prof. Balogun if admission closed it is closed either internally or externally.

When the tide wade away the scum, surely it resurface because scum never leaves the water body nor sink. This occur to be the best illustration of my long journey to Funaab, a story I wouldn't have completed if I am to weigh the pain of writing it again, but due to the interest of the house and my sincerity of opening this thread propelled me to write again.
Though it was in the car on my way back to Lagos that faithful monday that I was sulking in the front corner of the taxi while the white beard owe eyed driver scruple in unsolicited prayer for me, he said in Yoruba " my son, you will never marry your enemy, may your heart desired be fulfilled, God will not allowed them to block your glory and so on" he paused to give balance to a woman who would be his next chapter of talk war, I was in deep thought of what to do in the next one year at home as I was told admission has been concluded. "you see that woman my son, she was my woman I had saw for years, I picked her up at Asero to Abiola way by 6am everyday, I was young then but now I can just do little stress" he said. I was in the mid of thought I can only phathom his speech out deep my mind, it seem I was held in disarray as per the admission, one thousand and one question roamed my mind. " what if I called this man next week Monday and said my name was mistakingly omitted, what if he said DE applicants are less considered, what if he said there will be supplementary list, what if...
" the driver unending talks were in war with my thought inside me, the roadside taxi waiter wouldn't stop shouting, calling the places they were going " Pansheke, kuto, NNPC, Asero another one would called Alogi car wash" the driver would hold brake almost suddenly to picked up any taxi waiters going along our way, we were on a steady speed coupled with his self acclaimed life experience, he said" young man, I wan to beg you for a favour, not money, not clothes but just one thing, please do not fight any one, I said anyone what so ever, expecially your fiancee , I looked at him in shock, was it because he has drunk that he said all these, his breath was stinky filthy smells rum, his eye lashes was unrest for his incecent blinking of eye, weird eye lid."would you tell me you have no fiancee or girl friend" he said. Answer me.
"Yes sir" i said
I can't even know what am thinking any more, was it his talks or the admission, my heart was heavy, my feets were stive. He must had drank to stupor before driving out to picked us, he would mashed break almost suddenly to prevent other car overtaken him and rain course on other that drive over him without hurn.
He stopped to picked a taxi waiter along Abiola way, some street hawker rushed to us, momoring in Yoruba " buy bread, lacasera viju milk, kororo, bottle water.." They wouldn't let us hear just one word. Suddenly an insane man running over his body would be something as cacase dirty rags, dread filhty bitch like hear, with a rap of cigerate in his finger, sunk his head through the taxi window, he hailed the driver and they both hailed one another, the driver teased him and promised to see him on his way back" he drove off. " ojota, ketu, lagos" Eko two more chance" eyan meji eko" lagos by car" the garage hawkers shouting on top of there voices,
I jumped in, in another five minutes after I had bought a bottle water, a woman joined me at the back seat. My thinking lingering again but this time I don't wanna, I opened my book again and start reading, after like six pages, and some sip of water, I heard some grunge groaning soud, it was her, the fat woman beside me, she was far asleep, her groaning sounds as a bust lungs or an opened air pipe. I continued my reading, I was in the ox of the second chapter, "Bennin" a poem, where Achebe had displayed poetic wizardry, I read along with an endearing poetry lines.
"Stop, don't throw your head out of the window, driver! Please help wind up this side window" she said. That's the woman seated in the chair before mine in the same taxi, she was just out of labour three days ago, she wouldn't want to be disturbed because of her new babe and 3 years old son , that she paid for the three space of the first seat. She fed her babe with breast milk, sang along as the babe cried, her lulabby was kind strange to my hearing, but all the same I was disturbed with all their dramatic displays, the driver wouldn't lower the volume of the stereo his playing, the fat woman won't stop groaning in her sleep and now the little babe crying.
I entrusted my affairs to Allah and stop been moody as I entered my office, the driver speed a lot I got to office by 3:15pm.
It was Monday again, I called the man as he said. "Phone ringing"
A thick cracked voice popped out " Hello"
" Hello sir"
Clear throat " this is Yusuf Saheed, the guy that you asked to call you today by 11:00 am as per the DE admission"
" many DE candidates do called, how do I know who particularly you are"
"Sir, you said you will help find my information because my grade shouldn't be left aside, I met you in your office last Monday"
"OK, I still need to get more information, please kindly call back tomorrow this same time"
" OK, thank a lot sir"
O ga o, this man has forgotten me sha, I felt swallowing a warm in a glass of water. Tomorrow tuesday is already at hand, let wait and see.
" grin..grin...grin" Hello
"Hello sir" its me Yusuf, you asked me to call you back today,
" OK, the DE candidate right"
"Yes Sir"
"Please try to write an appeal letter, address to the vice chancellor, explaining all what went wrong and submit to the VC office latest by Friday"
"OK sir. Thanks a lot"
I did as instructed, went to Funaab early Friday from Lagos, on getting to the VC's office it was another story. I met with the secretary to the VC.
" Good morning sir"
"Morning, how can I be of help young man"
" I am hear to submit this letter"
"From where?"
" from Lagos sir, it is an appeal letter"
"Open it"
I opened and handed it to him, he read and handed it back to me. He walked out and asked me to follow him, he pointed to the small white papper selotaped to the gate which read "2013/2014 ACADEMIC SESSION ADMISSION IS CLOSED"
my head falls to my kneel, I pleaded to just let me drop it, perhaps he might do something, he rejected my plead and said. " I understand your plight young man but it unfortunate you came late, nothing can be done,even If I collect it from you, it will end up in waste bin, because we have been instructed not to take incoming mail on admission or else we loose our job". He pleaded to me to leave and I left. But I promised him to expect me with full disturbance next year as I will apply again for the third time. I must see the VC himself by then.
I am not a failure, i will never stop untill i'm fulfilled...

If heaven must fall it must be due to hilt filthy handy work of the people underneath, i must say this, that "to castigate is not in the art of a writer but the nonchalant attitude of the people and their heresy on an event gear the writer’s pen".
After my long walk for survival at Federal University Owerri two weeks ago, an heart wary information was passed to me by a dear friend "budey4real" that my name wasn't on the new list, I felt castrated and a sense to have ate some broken glass took over me for the day, you can't remove broken glasses, it will tear you apart, my heart beat.
it was Monday morning again in Lagos, busy road and tussling passersby every nook and cranny, I have to be in the office for the official report of the trip to owerri, and my cold feet were already on its way to abeokuta, I dared the office rule and took the risk to face the consequence of been marked absent for the day and answer quarry for not reporting to the office after official assignment.
Abeokuta Kuto Express, two more chance, "roar the bus conductor" it was 9:20 am. My heart was in mid ocean of thought, what if I did not meet her in the office? What if they said admission is closed? What if I am not given an ear time? What if......, have your change young man "said the bus driver. Thank you, "I said in resuscitation of my thought.
Is this not your book guy? He patted my shoulder, I looked back, it was a young corps member who wore mufti and green kaki trouser with his National Youth Service Corps in-scripted face cap, and he is skinny and has bold face, dark in complexion and thick voice as that of an old soldier. Thanks, I picked up my book. I had forgotten the page I were, if not forgotten the chapter either. Only what I could remember is the book title "there was a country" by Chinua Achebe.
I sunk my nose back into the book, I started over from the Benin poem, I held spellbound and flee away by the fascinating story and uncommon narrative method the writer had adopt.
Who is going to the garage before I zoom off "the driver said", wow! We were at kuto, I alighted and board a car to camp. Without holding back or showing any iota of courtesy, I passed through the security check of funnab senate building forgotten my staunch egalitarian preaches. I was at the admission and senate office, good afternoon sir! Please, is Mrs badmos on sit? "I asked the secretary", No, any problem and from where, He responded.
Sigh! I coughed out to clear my lung; a little beat nervous, I was dried up like Thailand fish due to severe hamattan. Hmm, “I am DE applicant and I was here last month to complain to her about the list without my name, she collected my phone number and promise to call. Now am here because I did not hear from her and second list is out with exception of my name" Oh! You came from Lagos right? You should have called her before coming because I don't think she will be in office today, “said the receptionist".
Could you please oblige me with her contact number, I pleaded. No way, moreover, the admission is closed for this year, he responded. I stepped out of the office and launch my body at the corridor, at war with my thought and finding way to lunch my grievance to the top officer I never knew. I took a deep breath and told myself that " if surely admission has closed no problem but I must find out why I was not shortlisted". I walked to the door of an office in the same senate and admission block, i have no idea of whom occupied the office as i knocked, come in, a cranking narrow voice came out of the room, I opened. Good afternoon sir! Afternoon young man how may i help you? he was a young old man, i guess at his late forty, white hair peeps out of his head, he sat calm in his white long sleeve shirt rolled up to his elbow, he was eating what i can figured out to be yam and bean, the remnant stirred from the tip of his spoon in the small oil stained white bowl. “I am DE applicant from Lagos, i am out of my state of resident for weeks and far from information on the funaab admission process, i arrived last week from owerri, only to see that my name wasn't on the funaab first and second list on the school website, sir, i understand that, last year i wasn't admitted due to my late submission of transcript, but this year, i did everything and ensured that my transcript was submitted my may. so i don't know what went wrong again". Ok, have you sit young man "he said". What your name? Saheed yusuf "I replied" He checked i binded green coppy of a book with funaab inscription to get the detail of my information.
From Kwara State Polytechnic, "He said"
"Yes Sir"
"What's your grade?"
"Distinction"
"something must be wrong" and you said you are from Lagos, are you going Back today"
"Yes Sir"
"And this is 1:00pm already, I’m trying to get some information about your name here and it will take me some time"
"Never mind sir, I can wait"
He checked all the three binded books and other white stapled ones.
"Please exercise patient I'm checking"
"Alright Sir"
"Sigh! He Yawed"
Young man! I couldn't find your information here, and before I can get it, till next week Monday. My nerves tightened as my brain rang like a jingle bell, in deep courage I replied," Alright Sir"
"Though, admission has been concluded but I want to know what was the problem with your name, Do you know my mobile number “he said.
"No sir"
"Do you know my mobile number?"
"Have you been visiting our website?"
"Yes Sir"
"good, the second number on the admission advert link is my Number" call me on Monday at this time".
"Alright sir"
Thank you sir, as I stepped out of the office.
This mission must be completed, I said to myself in the car back to kuto garage, i had forgotten to asked the driver how much is the fair to the park, my thought collided with his acrimonious word with a woman passenger, he wouldn't pay her he balance because she stopped at a bus stop after the former bus stop he had charged her. He drove off.
"Speaking in Yoruba, sorry my son, that's how they do, they like to cheat old age, 'o ro pe mo rin din'
He is a weird old man, white hair turn gray on him, his eye socket were widen like that of owe, to be continue.

Please, can someone with GPA of 2.7(2nd class lower) in computer education do a dirrect masters in computer technology in NOUN?

omolola48: Sometimes life doesn’t give you what you want;
not because you don’t deserve it, but because
you deserve better. No matter how many times
you break down, there should always be a little
voice inside you that says, “NO, you’re not done
yet! Get back up!” That’s the voice of presence
and power, which can only speak for you in the
present moment. What you need to realize is,
life is a journey, often difficult and sometimes
incredibly cruel; but you are well equipped for it
as long as you tap into your inner strength in
the present, and allow it to flourish forward. All is well dear friends, just get back on ur feet and say NO to your defeat.....U guys have been wonderful......See u at the top. #peace#

Beautiful piece. Thanks for the encor

Bohas: Y ALWAYS ME O ALLAH...wene eva i remebr D.E 2rout d day of my lyf..FUTA make me cry in 2011,i stil kip my faith 2 God.2012 comes wia apply 4 2 d.e.UNILORIN disappoint me wit 68% post de xam, bt i still hope 4 d 2nd sku whic is OAU. hmmn wen oau release dia list in Jan i was not my self again.Now come 2013 yr of progress, i apply 4 2 d.e form again choosin FUNAAB&UI respectivly, OMG... shld i say i regret bein applyn 4 D.E dis yr? does dat mean dis yrs ar nt mine? wht is d probability getin admitd if I apply in 2014? Age is countin on my side everyday..Cant 4get dis xprience in my lyf...O ALLAH U KNW ME MOR DAN I KNW MY SELF &I BLIEF U KNW ALL MY @ DESIRE JST 2 MY RESQUE...jst dnt wht 2 do anymore.pls i nid a gud job 2 kip my self busy & nt 2 ponder ova it again.@salvation,usuf,biedeay,& odas

brother, just take heart and know that is the best ALLAH WANT FOR YOU. the same happens to me also. but we just have not to relent in our quest and always think next option in order to move forward.
let me share you this info. the day bidey4real called me to notify me that the second list is out. i was at oweeri, imo state for a work. after i asked bidey to help check ,y name, and later he called only to them me in his tremble and falling voice that i was not admitted, i felt chocked and my head fell to my feet. them i remember, the news i read two days before then on the punch, about a boy offered admission into funnab this year and has paid his acceptance fees, only for him to fall into water at apapa lagos and died. look at him, he got admitted and died but you, not admitted and still living, which one do you prefare. just thank Allah and believe that every thing good will come.

Sigh!!! i am loss in my thought, don't just know what to say. but for those that got admitted kindly accept my congratulation, and for those of us that got disappointed, this is the time we have to thank God for his blessing upon us. Al-amdulillah

Habidab: Congratulations HABEEB ABIOLA MORUF!!!
You Have Been Offered Admission for a 4-Year
FIRST DEGREE Programme into
UNIVERSITY OF IBADAN, IBADAN.
Course AGRICULTURAL AND ENVIRONMENTAL
ENGINEERING in the Faculty of ENG/TECH/
ENV.DESIGN.

Thanks to everyone here,atleast I have an alternative now like sanguine!!!

I greeted all my boss,people like Dankylove(salvationmopol),Horbeat(Usuf.saeed),Walexzy,My lady(Sanguine),Temicare,BrainiacJc and the rest

the patient dog eat the fattest bone. congratulation to you ore. wishing you success through out your programme.

ASUU v FG season 8. only the strong survive. not suitable for person under the age of 18.

have fg agreed wt ASUU demand? @bidey4real I loss my phone and loos cobtacts. thus I've retrieved my lines u can still get me via my Number.

amaspitfire: Hallo evryone i recently stumbled on ds thread am also an aspirant with ND in sci lab tech nd goin for chem in unaab. i pray all dat hasnt bin offrd admisn wud surely b givn, ds thread wud b full of testimonies soon nd to all dat has bin offrd i congratulat u all. jus bliv nd av faith in God. He s surely dere for us

ameen. amd you most welcom