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Hello! Please send your Wema Bank account number in a private message as soon as you see this. We would like to get this resolved as soon as possible. imsomebody: |
So sorry for the experience. Could you please provide your Wema Bank account number? Let's get this sorted out asap! |
I think you should send this to joroolumofin on Instagram. His followers will insult you but there will still be some wisdom in the comments section. I wish you the best even though you could have easily avoided being in this dilemma. Daniyemi: |
vickylinco:how did you apply for EXEMPTION please? |
Hi, first I would like to thank the moderators of this page... the ones who have kept helping people find their way, at no profit for themselves for these past years. I pray that God blesses you. Here's my question, I have a BSc in Economics, I have been trying to find my way around applying for ICAN exemptions, but I admit I am lost. What exactly is the process please? What payments am I supposed to make before and after application... Please help with a step-by-step guide. Looking forward to your response. Regards, PS I am registered already and up to date on payments |
Guys, please help translate urgently! JUST THE UNDERLINED PART please
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Honda accord 2009/2010 available for sale @3m (negotiable) sir |
I'm an almost 25 year old female. I need your advice/help getting my career and academic life restructured and settled by March 2017. I know that I love resolving customer complaints (in the financial/banking sector). I have spent the past 2 years doing this... and I like to think that I am really great at it... but even I know that it is time to step up my game. I already intend to start up with ICAN in May... What other realistic measures do you think I can take to achieve this goal in the next 4 months. What great companies do you suggest I apply for a position in? I'm tired of all mouth/dreams and no action/reality. I know that I would love to work in a switching company/payment processor/ O & G maybe even a bank... as long as I am not held down by the pressure of meeting targets and as long as I am doing what I love and getting paid relatively well for it. I also know that I would love to work on the Island. I'm ready to grab life by the ba**s... but I need your help first. Please be straight up but nice in the comment section. Thank you. |
Abeg abeg abeg, can't we all just post on their twitter handle/via DM how many we are in our houses and any other details that they need? These times call for drastic cost saving measures biko. We will even upload our pictures to them... Plus we all know that this fingerprint capturing is a big fat lie! |
Sorry about the experience. This is common practice with MMA II flights. That's why it is usually advisable to book early morning flights eg 7am or 7:30am (if they are available anyway). Apart from less traffic on your way to the airport, you have increased your chances of getting to your destination before nightfall (even though your flight is about an hour). Infact, I find it shocking when local flights leave on time/as scheduled. Hopefully things get better... Modified******* I'm FTC...I'm so emotional right now... ![]() |
sirteayeni:It's worth it |
I logged in just to come like this response. EPIC!!! Toks2008: |
Making new year resolutions is easy enough, it’s the follow through—> that is where the difficulties are usually encountered. "Commitment means staying loyal to what you said you were going to do long after the mood you said it in has left you." Source: quotationof.com I’m ashamed to admit this but I did not follow through on ANY of my resolutions for the year 2015 save for one (number 7). I met the two best people I will ever know this year, my E and my F, and for that I am truly grateful. Being friends with them has been my one true achievement this year. They deserve their very own blogpost and they sure are gonna get it. They have both come to mean everything and more to me and I truly hope that they know that. #Throwback to December 2014, https://theconqueringmind./ |
Making new year resolutions is easy enough, it’s the follow through—> that is where the difficulties are usually encountered. "Commitment means staying loyal to what you said you were going to do long after the mood you said it in has left you." Source: quotationof.com I’m ashamed to admit this but I did not follow through on ANY of my resolutions for the year 2015 save for one (number 7). I met the two best people I will ever know this year, my E and my F, and for that I am truly grateful. Being friends with them has been my one true achievement this year. They deserve their very own blogpost and they sure are gonna get it. They have both come to mean everything and more to me and I truly hope that they know that. #Throwback to December 2014, |
Babprosper20:Happy Birthday sir! Live long and prosper!! |
searay:Happy birthday to you! GGMUB!!! |
@op, more importantly, what's the name of your phone? I love the font and displayed screenshots ![]() malton: |
The Late Mr Femi Akinte.....AFSS, Ikeja. The one who would make you laugh so much that you would be out of breath while still teaching in such a way that you would understand. The world definitely misses you on days like this! Rest in Peace sir. |
Happy birthday to you! Long life and prosperity...God himself will give you THAT birthday present. Enjoy your day Sicozone: |
Hi. Do you sell ladies size 43 and above? |
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I realised my mistake the instant I shut the door of the car. Even as a bonafide UNILAG student, I never bought the idea of free rides. Neither did I buy the idea of feigning desperation while waiting for a white knight to pick me up. Neither did I buy the idea of looking up with one eye to see the kind of cars coming up so as to know when to swing my "desperation" into full mode. No that wasn't me. So what could have possibly gotten into me? I remember now. My already fragile love life was currently in the toilet. I was probably too young and inexperienced at the time to stay in my hostel and gist with my friends while denying on some emotional level that I was actually not okay and that my outward demeanour was just a facade. I had decided to go for a stroll instead. Free rides had never been my thing even though I was a 200 Level UNILAG student. Within these walls, it was not uncommon for girls to feign thereby attracting members of the masculine gender to be their white knights. Needless to say, the said white knights usually saw this as the first step towards getting companionship for the night. "Good afternoon" I said as I took another look at the glasses wearing white knight. Well, at least he looked as normal as could be in his black Polo T-shirt and knickers. The car didn't smell of igbo as cannabis was usually called, it didn't even smell of cigarettes for that matter. So far so good, the deal sounded fair and asexual enough. Even as I came to this conclusion, something in the innermost recesses of my mind told me that the trip wasn't going to remain so asexual. "Hello. So where are you going to?" he asked me as he raked his eyes over me in a once-over. "Arts block please" was my brief reply. My shyness swung into full mode as I instantly entered my silent mode after giving my destination. Apart from the fact that I was extremely shy, I kept on wondering if I had been hypnotized or if I was more heartbroken than I cared to admit. Why else was I in this car? I decided to relax and at least endure my ride to the university's art block. This feeling was to be short lived however. The next thing this guy said was "You are making me hard." My present fragility didn't even allow me process what was just said. I registered mental shock only a few seconds later. Did he just say that I was making him hard? Hard as in making his male Instruments erect? I gave a side look at where the erring member was positioned in men. I said a silent prayer the sole prayer point of which was that he shouldn't even think of bringing out what was allegedly getting hard not to talk of him asking for any kind of job. The longer I thought about what to say in response, the more it seemed the journey ahead doubled in distance. I immediately started paying more attention to the environment around us. Relief washed over me as we made the left turn at the university's medical centre. At least we were back to populated areas and I could scream with the hope of being heard and rescued from the clutches of a sexually peverse individual. I just remained silent while he pled his case. He didn't so much as plead it as tell me some things he would like to do to me. I just zoned out. Even with all the sexual comments that I had heard at my age, I had never heard any so brazen, so outright, so conji oriented in my year and a half in the University of Lagos. At a height of over 6 feet, I usually wasn't one that was frequently taunted or harassed by guys. Being an only girl born amidst boys didn't allow me develop the usual external behaviours of the average girl. All these never made me forget the fact that women got sexually assaulted everyday even within those walls; even to the tallest and the biggest of the species. Even as I wracked my brain on what to say or do, I just thought in my mind, conji na bastard. Not that I was interested in what he was suggesting, but really? "You're making me hard" Who does that? Who says that? The way I saw it if you were going to make such comments, have a sleek car, at least have a car with air conditioning. Immediately we made the U-Turn that put us right in front of my destination, I didn't even think twice. I opened the door at once and immediately jumped out. I could see the lust expressed on his face. Too scared to say "thank you for the ride, my church mind advised me that a good ol' thank you would suffice instead of just keeping mute and walking away. I decided to follow my church mind. |
I realised my mistake the instant I shut the door of the car. Even as a bonafide UNILAG student, I never bought the idea of free rides. Neither did I buy the idea of feigning desperation while waiting for a white knight to pick me up. Neither did I buy the idea of looking up with one eye to see the kind of cars coming up so as to know when to swing my "desperation" into full mode. No that wasn't me. So what could have possibly gotten into me? I remember now. My already fragile love life was currently in the toilet. I was probably too young and inexperienced at the time to stay in my hostel and gist with my friends while denying on some emotional level that I was actually not okay and that my outward demeanour was just a facade. I had decided to go for a stroll instead. Free rides had never been my thing even though I was a 200 Level UNILAG student. Within these walls, it was not uncommon for girls to feign thereby attracting members of the masculine gender to be their white knights. Needless to say, the said white knights usually saw this as the first step towards getting companionship for the night. "Good afternoon" I said as I took another look at the glasses wearing white knight. Well, at least he looked as normal as could be in his black Polo T-shirt and knickers. The car didn't smell of igbo as cannabis was usually called, it didn't even smell of cigarettes for that matter. So far so good, the deal sounded fair and asexual enough. Even as I came to this conclusion, something in the innermost recesses of my mind told me that the trip wasn't going to remain so asexual. "Hello. So where are you going to?" he asked me as he raked his eyes over me in a once-over. "Arts block please" was my brief reply. My shyness swung into full mode as I instantly entered my silent mode after giving my destination. Apart from the fact that I was extremely shy, I kept on wondering if I had been hypnotized or if I was more heartbroken than I cared to admit. Why else was I in this car? I decided to relax and at least endure my ride to the university's art block. This feeling was to be short lived however. The next thing this guy said was "You are making me hard." My present fragility didn't even allow me process what was just said. I registered mental shock only a few seconds later. Did he just say that I was making him hard? Hard as in making his male Instruments erect? I gave a side look at where the erring member was positioned in men. I said a silent prayer the sole prayer point of which was that he shouldn't even think of bringing out what was allegedly getting hard not to talk of him asking for any kind of job. The longer I thought about what to say in response, the more it seemed the journey ahead doubled in distance. I immediately started paying more attention to the environment around us. Relief washed over me as we made the left turn at the university's medical centre. At least we were back to populated areas and I could scream with the hope of being heard and rescued from the clutches of a sexually peverse individual. I just remained silent while he pled his case. He didn't so much as plead it as tell me some things he would like to do to me. I just zoned out. Even with all the sexual comments that I had heard at my age, I had never heard any so brazen, so outright, so conji oriented in my year and a half in the University of Lagos. At a height of over 6 feet, I usually wasn't one that was frequently taunted or harassed by guys. Being an only girl born amidst boys didn't allow me develop the usual external behaviours of the average girl. All these never made me forget the fact that women got sexually assaulted everyday even within those walls; even to the tallest and the biggest of the species. Even as I wracked my brain on what to say or do, I just thought in my mind, conjinabastard. Not that I was interested in what he was suggesting, but really? "You're making me hard" Who does that? Who says that? The way I saw it if you were going to make such comments, have a sleek car, at least have a car with air conditioning. Immediately we made the U-Turn that put us right in front of my destination, I didn't even think twice. I opened the door at once and immediately jumped out. I could see the lust expressed on his face. Too scared to say "thank you for the ride, my church mind advised me that a good ol' thank you would suffice instead of just keeping mute and walking away. I decided to follow my church mind. |
Hi boss, Please send Sidney Sheldon and John Grisham preferably in pdf to ifedolapok@live.com. Thank you. |
Was gonna say CS too but I wanted to hear what the doctor had to say. Please take this issue very seriously. Get the best doctor, relieve the mum and the baby... Don't be stingy with funds. God bless and protect mum and child. Ask the doctor options and risks and most especially tell them how she did not react to the labour inducing drugs so that they know the best line of action. |
ogedanny:What options are you getting from the doctor? |
Please this group is for WOMEN only. Tnx |
Chimarto:Thank you for your comment. God bless you. |
chinxy22:Just send me a bbm request And let me know itz for the group. You will be added asap |
Still accepting invites |
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