Belonga:
500k is more than enough to study here

It seems you don't it at all. Moreover that's a well garnished country i hate to compare sha. But our government are too cruel & greedy if not my country will be far more better than how it is now.

This people aren't serious at all, i believe that they don't have idea on the number of students that are sponsoring theirselves in school and at the same time trying to make both ends meet.
I don't blame shall, i sha blame majority of we "Nigerians" that vote them into the system, forgetting the fact it is the same average Nigerians that scarifice their time to make them be in that position.
What a world.

Definitely she must be ajoke by name.

MariaLavina:
Was the number of years or months she had worked for stated? First it was the big god crew, now this?

Why are you guys finding it difficult to accept that a lady can have that amount in her account in a honest way?

I don't need a scientific calculator for me to tell you that 60k by 10 is equal to 600k, do i have to?

Prepaid meters with steady power failure in the country

I can't just help it out....... My country, my people, my countrypeople instead of us to work on the power supply there we are sharing prepaid meters
The good news is that it's free if not casala for burst...
You can't make a bridge without gutters..

Bro install sensible talks into her head and see if her OS will run it smoothly

Before you decide on what to do next about the relationship issue.
Come to think of it; How can she manage to save her salary for complete 10 months without touching a dime out it..... It's kind of rare and hard to believe ooo.
Forget the fact that you provide for her and couple with the fact that her parents are also involve.
GEE dig more into this matter.

Am a sturborn weed that when you weed me off, i will still grow again after a week.
Keep repeating the weeding process but to no avail i still appear.
what am i?

Struggles continues APC
I just hope that this upcoming era will bring something meaningful to the youth and the nation at large.

OVER 1.5 will surely come to past, chi-boy (cr7) will score that's certain.

Manchester united are always full of suprises i bet you guys that it will shock most of the bettor that their tickets will still cut.

Easy way out
Block the asre holes off the platform.

EPISODE 1
It was a beautiful Friday evening.
Time: 7pm. The streets of
Ikorodu were busy as usual,
different kinds of people. The
conductors were shouting at the
top of their voices trying to
outdo each other in the clamor
for passengers. People hurrying
in opposite directions. Many
were corporately dressed trying
to catch the next available bus to
their final destinations, after a
hard day’s job. Agric Bus Stop
arguably boasted of one of the
highest number of people that
lived in Ikorodu. A market
woman screamed at a man who
was half running to catch a bus
that had just one more seat left,
and in the process, scattered
some of her fresh peppers on
the ground.
“Oloshi..Oloriburuku…Weyrey!!!”
she screamed obscenities at the
man at the top of her lungs. The
culprit was already in the bus. If
he heard the curses rained on
him, he didn’t show it. I smiled
wryly, bent and began helping
the woman pick the pepper
scattered on the floor. I washed
my hands with the water she
provided and continued on my
way home. I was feeling
particularly happy though. I had
just experienced a wonderful
time in the arms of my
heartthrob. I called in sick from
work and had spent the past
5hours with her. She was going
to be away for quite a while,
studying for her Masters in
Canada. I had a quick flash back
in my subconscious. The smile
grew wider.
I crossed to the other side of the
road. I needed to take a “keke
napep” to the entrance of my
street. I still had a little bit of
distance to cover so I increased
my pace. I wondered why there
were so much people in this part
of Lagos. It is the outskirts of the
commercial center of the city and
yet it was a host to a lot of new
tenants every day. I dreamt of
one day owning plots of land in
Banana Island, having properties
on Queens Drive Ikoyi or even a
big Hotel in Lekki. Not this
dumpster I had to hide in
because of my past.
“Owa o.” I said to the driver as I
got to my bus stop. I paid him,
collected my change and
watched as he zoomed off. I
waited patiently at the bus stop
for the road to clear so I could
cross and enter my street. I was
still waiting there when all of a
sudden, a black tinted Toyota
camry screeched to a stop in
front of me. The back door
yanked open and a huge man,
dark glasses, wearing a mafia
suit came out of the car, gave me
a blinding slap and then bundled
me inside the car. The car sped
off. All happened in seconds.
My head was ringing; I felt blood
on my lips. I touched my lower
lip. There was a little cut and it
was a bit swollen. It took a while
for my eyes to readjust to the
darkness inside the car. I was
sandwiched between two huge
men. The one who hit me was on
my right. I could tell because he
still had his glasses on. I studied
my environment trying to make
out any detail that would help
me. The dimly lit car did not help
matters. Two guys. I guessed
they were thugs. The other guy
wore a body hugging t-shirt,
silver necklace and had a huge
mustache. He was smoking and
did not seem to care about me.
The driver wore a face cap. Met
his eyes about once or twice
from the rear view mirror. There
was no other passenger in front.
I could feel the eyes of my captor
on me. I wanted to speak but
was afraid to. I opened my
mouth. Nothing came out. I was
still in a state of shock. I quickly
said a prayer for God to forgive
me of my sins. I was too young
too die. Different thought
crossed my mind. These guys
looked a little bit sophisticated. I
did not owe any one money. I
did not do any bad deals. Had my
old life finally caught up with me?
I managed to catch a glimpse of
the macho’s wristwatch. It was
pure gold. Welders. Were they
ritual killers? I shuddered at the
thought. So this was how I was
going to die?
We were driving at high speeds,
avoiding the small roads and
sticking to the freeway. My eyes
were accustomed to the dimly lit
vehicle. I decided if I was going
to die, I should at least know
what was happening. As I made
to open my mouth, Macho man’s
phone rang.
“Hello ma. Yes ma’am, we got the
package. Okay ma.”
The other guy finished his
cigarette and lit another one.
Package? Am I the package? A
woman was calling the shots?
I decided to be brave.
“Good evening sir. Please sir
what I have I done? Where are
you taking me? I beg you in the
name…” I began to say, facing
Macho man.
The smoking thug gave me a
powerful back hand slap to the
side of my face.

How I Lost My Virginity
This isn’t a story of how ‘Ninoh dis-virgined a girl rather how ‘Ninoh got dis-virgined.

Long ago, okay not too long but before I reshaped my life. I was an introvert, I kept to myself most of the time. My first girlfriend wasn’t the girl I lost my virginity to. Quite frankly, I cannot locate the girl whom I lost my virginity to anymore, shameful isn’t it? The only thing my first girlfriend gave me in abundance was kissing. I can remember the time when I was ‘toasting’ her, I was shaking like a fish out of water. It wasn’t my fault, then I dint have much exposure to women, I had few interactions with women. I was in a boarding school and our hostel wasn’t mixed. I used to receive love letters back then and I dint know how to reply them. I just dint know what to do with women. Thankfully, I didn’t spend much time in the boarding school in Ogun state then, I didn’t partake in the bush smooching or forest sex like my other peers. I was too timid, finishing from school I decided I needed to change. I wanted to be the ladies man, at least to be comfortable around them with the hope that it would eventually help lead me to lose my virginity.
I thought losing my virginity would have been sooner but I had to wait till I was in higher institution for my first sex. After watching loads of porn, I prepared myself. I surf online and self help dating sites, and boy! They were much; they were all offering virtually the same thing. I read about Don Juan, read almost all the articles on sosauve.com. Those articles were purely based on interactions in the western world, talking about flowers and stuffs, things that can’t work on this side of the world.
The manuals and instructions couldn’t carry me far but they helped me learn a thing or two with women, they helped me prepare. Pick-up lines have always been useless, they spoke about ice breakers which would have been ideal abroad. I read a lot of these articles and the most important part of the exercise is trying them out. My favorite part of the whole experience then was to look at her, pay genuine compliment, study her mood, look for the easiest and most natural way of breaking the ice, and have about 5 follow-up questions to get the conversation started.
I wasn’t a party freak, I couldn’t get any headway then, but in school, I tried it out on a certain fancy chic in my class. It worked. She became my first and only friend in school for about a year then I started having other friends. Chatting up girls in buses was also one of my favorite past time. I mastered that act like it was going out of business. I exchanged contacts with about 30 girls, and all brewed from conversations with them in our public transports. One of them stood different. I can remember I was going to Yaba, and there was this girl beside me, kind of skinny, average boobs and ass. She was seated beside me, her mood was good, I started the conversation with good afternoon which she replied to gladly
and we continued to talk till she got down at Palmgrove or so. We exchanged numbers, I was using a Nokia 2100 then. Boy! Those were the days. However, there was one terrible flaw with this chic, not sure if it was a flaw or if she was just trying to keep up. Her English was terrible, when I noticed I tried to switch to Pidgin English but she would switch back to proper English. Her English was so terrible that listening to it almost gave me headache.
However she later turned out to be the chic who took away my virginity. After the bus incident, I didn’t call her for about 2 weeks and when I called, she was happy to hear from me regardless. I invited her over and without hesitation she said okay, which was strange, I was hoping she would deny my request.
When she came, we chatted a bit, my student room was made in such a way that, you’d be bored and sex might just come up, No TV, just books which I dint read, there were there fordecoration. ��It wasn’t my first time of been with a woman, I know how to touch and caress, just that no girl has allowed me into their honeypot yet. The conversation kept coming and our
interaction was getting funnier. I also learnt how to touch in those articles, very informative shit. I touched her, one thing led to the other, and before I could tell we were kissing. I used my hand in other places like caressing her boobs, putting my hands underneath her top and she was getting aroused herself.
I pulled her top over her head, unhooked her bra and the next thing I saw surprised me, I couldn’t find her nipple, the areola was there, but the nipple was missing, it was just inverted, the nipple was inside her boobs inside of sticking outside. Sigh.
That dint change my mind, I continued sucking her, she kept moaning, I wanted to undo the zip of her jean but she wouldn’t allow me, so I went back to her lips, there was no nipple to twist like a radio’s knob. I went back to sucking on it again. I took my hands down there again; she pushed my hands off and asked if I had a condom….JACKPOT!!! I screamed in my head but I don't have any condom in my room. I was still dressed, so I told her, I would just get it in the second room.
My erection was quite visible, so I pulled it up and put it where my belt buckle was to hold it from been visible to everyone. I ran out of my building to the next aboki shop on my street which was about 10 blocks away. It was crazy, I ran like my life depended on it, well my virginity depended on it then. I got there and there was one elderly lady buying stuff for her grand children, I allowed her finish, then bought 3 packs of Gold Circle condom, back then it was 20 bucks. I ran back home and hoped she hadn’t changed her mind, cursing myself for not having a condom around the house, who does that, I continued to blame myself.
I got home, panting like crazy, I looked at her on the bed, and she had my bed sheet over her. I was hoping she didn’t dress up the instant I left. She saw me panting but dint comment about it, now that I remember, it was actually funny. I put the condom on the table and went back to kissing her, I lost the erection I had earlier on. Soon I got my erection back, and I yanked everything off, I gave her one condom and she strapped it on for me, I couldn’t believe I was about to lose my virginity, I didn’t seem to care or feel awkward about premature or no premature ejaculation, all I just wanted to have was my first shag.
I continued smooching and kissing her and then I held my dick against her inner thigh, unsure of where to put my dick, she used her hand to guide my dick into her pussy. It was tight, and been an amateur, I put it in a little and continued fucking her without my entire shaft going in, In our traditional mummy and daddy style, she grabbed my butt pushed it deeper into her, and that was when I let out a sigh.
It was nothing short of spectacular, the whole of my shaft in there, so this is what sex feels like, I continued to Bleep her, increasing my pace inside her until finally I exploded into her. As a naïve asshole, I pulled out of her been scared that condom might break, I saw my own cum flood the condom, kneeling with my head bent in between her legs. We had sex one more time after that, and that session was way longer than the first one and her scream was louder than the first one
That is the uneventful way I lost my virginity. Funny thing is we never saw each other again after that day. Sadly, I haven’t seen anyone who looks like her till today, maybe she is a ogbanje. One of the things I’m grateful for is reading those articles those times I did. They opened my eyes on interactions, especially for my bus trips, because I have met a lot of ladies through that means. Some we still talk till today and some I haven’t even seen in a long time, but I fell in love with one and till today, it feels like we just met. So, I took advice on how best to handle your crush.*wink*
************** THE END ************

Am tree that bears only two fruits throughout my life cycle what am I?