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Jobs/Vacancies / Re: How To Apply For Nigeria Immigration Service (NIS) Recruitment 2017 by iamonlyaugust(m): 11:48am On Jun 20, 2017 |
teawhy85: Kindly forward to augustbajs@gmail.com Will really appreciate. Thanks. |
Jobs/Vacancies / Re: How To Apply For Nigeria Immigration Service (NIS) Recruitment 2017 by iamonlyaugust(m): 9:39am On Jun 03, 2017 |
orlahtohbadt: [b][/b]Kindly help with past questions (augustbajs@gmail.com). Many thanks! |
Jobs/Vacancies / Re: Nigeria Immigration Service Recruiting For 2013/2014 - How True? by iamonlyaugust(m): 12:10pm On Nov 07, 2013 |
augustbajs@gmail.com. Thanks! |
Religion / Re: Why Do Churches Have Different Doctrines And Denominations? by iamonlyaugust(m): 5:18pm On Oct 17, 2013 |
italo: I will tell you why.Hey Italo. To be candid, I really love your diatribe on this thread. It's unusual, but susceptible. But for me, I'd love to have a debate with you anytime about this moot issue têtê-à-têtê. The argument, I presume, won't be quite enlightening here. Help pick a date here in lagos, precisely any weekend, and a palatable venue and let's do it. Safe. |
Religion / Re: Oritsejafor To Jonathan - Give Half Of Your Salary To The Poor by iamonlyaugust(m): 6:27pm On Oct 02, 2013 |
olala32: read and straightin ur grammar Lol. In fact, you need the 'straightening'. |
Religion / Re: Oritsejafor To Jonathan - Give Half Of Your Salary To The Poor by iamonlyaugust(m): 6:24pm On Oct 02, 2013 |
konn: see kettle calling pot black. he should go and sell his private jet and give the proceedings to the poor How much do you think he's worth? Have a rethink. |
Travel / Re: Route Direction Urgently Needed by iamonlyaugust(m): 9:57am On Jul 13, 2013 |
Kayraph: From Agege, get down to Oshodi. At Oshodi, take a bus going to Costain/Orile. Tell the driver or conductor that you will alight at Orile-Iganmu. Hope this helps...[quote author=Kayraph] Thanks a lot |
Travel / Route Direction Urgently Needed by iamonlyaugust(m): 8:17am On Jul 13, 2013 |
Pls, I'd like to be bailed out here. I really need to get to iganmu, the national theatre complex, precisely. How do I get a bus going towards that route from either berger or agege? Thanks. |
Jobs/Vacancies / Re: H-streams Recruitment by iamonlyaugust(m): 7:58am On Jul 04, 2013 |
Got same message too valariechime. But I've been made to understand that it's not that authentic. And that it's more of a marketing strategy aggregated into motivational talks and possible purchase of materials that are, in a way, not useful to a candidate |
Literature / My Hallucination! by iamonlyaugust(m): 11:00am On Apr 23, 2013 |
She was fruity, ripe, and ready to be plucked. Her charm, her elegance, were well dotted in her eyes: those eyes subtly glimmering with innocence, well announced by her beautifully curved eyelashes. She was garbed in a finely pressed jet-black suit, with her chocolate, trim body elevating her into the highest of realms. I sat, watching her numbly, my mobile phone firmly held by my right hand. I had stopped reading the pdf file Gimba sent to my mail last two weeks or thereabout, distracted, failing to get myself conscious about the happenings around me. Her steps: they were majestic, better, and more dignified than the steps of the Queen of England. My lower jaw dropped slightly, with spittle almost drooling out of my mouth. She walked down the bank hall, and sat on a leathered black chair, stirring her buttocks on the seat, her fingers fiddling the keyboard, her eyes engrossed, running through the monitor screen before her. She was adjacent to me. I couldn't gaze into her eyes, ruining my unconscious habit of staring at people. I continued with my reading, trying not to embarrass myself before her. But her awe wouldn't let me concentrate. 'Sorry, are you waiting for someone?' I heard that one. It was resonant. I knew it was a question, but within me, it sounded like a compliment. I raised up my head. It was her. Her beautiful smile shattered my wall of defence, my heart, my esteem. 'Yap,' i replied, trying to turn my swag on, but feeling foolish, my inner mind hailing me for replying with a resonant voice too. 'Okay,' she said laconically, returning to her previous assignment. Then, I stood up to allow an elderly man take my place, relocating to a distant seat. Dad walked out of a room. His pot-belly was the first thing I always wanted to see in his appearance. It was sticking out even in his big, green native attire. It amused me anytime he walked with it, carrying it about like a pregnant woman waiting to be delivered. He sauntered towards the lady, conversing with her. I watched both of them keenly, wanting to loose myself in whatever they were discussing. Soon, dad approached me. It was time we left. Not too far, right outside the bank, I halted. 'Dad. The lady you spoke to in there, Is she a new staffer?' I demanded, with innocence in my voice. 'Haaaa. No o. She's been there for years...' he paused. '...but she's single,' he added, as if he knew what I was driving at. 'Hmmm. Really. Such a pretty lady,' I muttered, trying to induce myself in her world. I couldn't believe dad said she was single, though, it was what I wanted to hear. She should be in her early thirties, but she looked twenty. Probably, her looks had deceived her all along, making her fail to realize that she was already ageing. Who knows? I wish I had the mouth to ask her out for a date. I wish I could pay for her dinner. But I couldn't. No money. I was dead penniless. A classic lady like that would want an expensive place, like Transcorp Hilton, Sheraton, Chelsea, Biobak, Papa's lounge, or even Bolton White. I thought it over. But seriously, I couldn't imagine seeing myself being arrested for my inability to clear my bills. I shrugged off the idea, paving way for a fantastic phantasy. Maybe, a lucid type. She was all over my head. I imagined our families sitting on the pews, clapping again and again, also a priest, well dressed in a snowy cassock, standing on the altar, right before the lady and I, with her face lightened up in glee. Doing what? I wouldn't know. Dad woke me up. |
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