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in a nutshell ... you sold ur destiny for just 40k. she has successfully renew her wealth wit ur glory gbabe! i only pity ur parents and d lady dt may end up marrying you. aja n sare ;

olamziee:
I have all the symptoms of gonorrhea though having it for the first time. The stigma alone is killing.

I had used ciprotab but I still have the symptoms of gonorrhea.

ehya ... try nd get that Zinat asap its very effective, d pus and pain will stop d second day u start using it, but still make sure you complete d dose.

Once you're sure d infection is gonorhea, no point in going to hospital... just go and get Tab. Zinat 500mg it goes for #3k. use (1-1) for five days... make sure you complete the dose. Thank Me Later.

Whats there ?

Bluezy13:
I swear, I would have lynched the living homophilia outta your caged soul if there was room for E-lynching.











Thank the Devil there isn't.

e-diot

afi pax payer na

just negodu

hhhh

Live and let live. ..

THEY ARE DOING THEMSELVES ... THEY HAVE SUCCEEDED IN TELLING THE FAKES WHAT TO DO, TO EVADE BEING CAUGHT.

simple thing .... all they need do is to go and get there name woven unto there clothes..
if there number is not six digits b4, now it will be. and if starts with zero before for male.. change things.
and the rest.

what's there... she should even be commended for being bold. who no like better thing ...

if you are unfortunate to be a child of someone who is fetish and diabolical, that kill others child to be okay, go and know that,

Bi iro ba lo logun odun, ojo kan ni otito ma ba.

all 'apanilekun jaye' will languish at there dawn and
there children don't succeed in the long run.

see wetin them turn Honda EOD into ...

sincerely, this is an highly educative piece.
I found it useful.
It erases all form of prejudice in my mind, as far as ESU is concerned.
I can as well, now convince the confused about whom ESU truly is.




Had I known, I would have chosen a career in Philosophy. Even though I didn't regret delving into Agriculture.

Cc: Lalasticlala

foody:
keep quiet there. Did you hear me if you talk there again I will deal with you, what are you starring at? are you still there common go and read your book, have you forgotten that Jamb really jam you 7 times + before you you......

common STFU and go work on ur writing skill. its too incoherent.
FYI jamb didn't jamb me in anyway.

'attention seeker.

mtchew...
crying over spilled milk.

it doesn't move me.
but wait ...I taught they said this man was in rivers fr the re-run stuff.
e don junket reach Lag again ?

why covering his face na

shey iyen lafe je ?

awon oniranu !

even old man ..ehn

Meiji:
I thought he already had Bayo Omoboriowo. Who is this one again?

yes Bayo is His personal photographer, wherever he goes he must be there with him. while this new appointee is for his government as a whole. even Obama has such.

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Lalasticlala where at the thou

“My brother, e ku exchange rate oh.” “Excuse me?” “I am greeting you. I am saying how are you and the exchange rate palaver. The dollar wahala”. “So, that is why you are saying e ku exchange rate. Is something wrong with you Yoruba people? Must you turn everything into a form of greeting?” “You are insulting me?” “I am making a statement” “Meaning?” “Any serious matter at all, you and your people must turn it into something else. E ku exchange rate? What kind of greeting is that? Yoruba will say e ku election, e ku democracy, e ku change, e ku ana, e ku gbogbo e, gbogbo e, e ku democracy. I am tired of answering you people and your cynical greetings.” “The people don’t mean any harm.” “That was how somebody came to me the other day and said e ku Mecca, Medina, e ku Qatar. I felt like slapping the guy.” “Ha.” “I don’t like hypocrites.” “Would you have felt better, if he had told you e ku living upside down, e ku idorikodo, e pele change?” “I would just have been livid, because I know you and your people. Too much cynicism.” “Can you stop?” “You know me, I speak my mind.” “No. You are beginning to sound like Donald Trump. Stop Trump-ing other people, just because you don’t know where they are coming from.” “But of course I know where you are coming from when you say e ku exchange rate”. “Where am I coming from? I just left my house” “My friend. Sit down. “ “You too stop going upanddan” “Okay, you want to talk about exchange rate. I am listening. The way it is, everybody is now an economist in Nigeria. Even my driver yesterday was telling me about the behaviour of the parallel market. And I overheard the nanny commenting on the 2016 budget and how it may, in the long run affect the housekeeping allowance.” “That’s a criminal in the making. You should sack that housekeeper. She certainly wants to pad the housekeeping allowance.” “You know these people also watch television. She must have listened to stories about padding on television and radio may be, and she may think it is perfectly normal in today’s Nigeria to pad figures.” “These things run deep, I agree. But a crook is a crook. Better keep an eye on that housekeeper and let her know that this is the era of prudence, discipline and you-steal-you-get-caught-you-b lame yourself-and-may-be-go-to-wa wi-tenu-e places.“ “Don’t worry, I am the EFCC of my house, nobody can pad anything. I am on top of it. I do more market research and monitoring than Madam.” “I don’t get it. You now go to the market while Madam stays home?” “You can say what you like, but I can tell you authoritatively that a bag of rice which used to be N8, 500 is now N12, 500. Pampers was N1, 450, it is now within three weeks, N1, 850.” “Pampers?” “Yes” “What’s your business with pampers?” “What is not my business with pampers? I am a very active man, upstairs and downstairs. You don’t think I should be interested in all things material and particular and eventual? “ “You have really changed. What happened to you?” “Are you interested in my findings or you want to discuss something else?” “Carry on. I am listening.” “A congo of garri was N250 a few weeks ago, it is now N500” “Common garri?” “Garri has changed oh. It is no longer common” “Really?” “Stop saying really? Be a man and do your own research before Madam and the housekeeper drive you into bankruptcy by adding something of their own to the real figures and giving you false information. You must be proactive.” “I am with you” “See, I like to drink Andre. A carton used to be about N20,000. Can you believe it has jumped up to N24,500?” “Andre? What is that?” “It is a kind of wine. Middle class taste. I like it.” “So cheap? Some other people drink Crystal, Cliquot, didn’t know you are just a bush man with all your big mouth. Andre. Please stop disgracing somebody.” “A carton of Carlo Rossi, a week ago was N14,000, it is now N17, 500. “Carlo Rossi? Who is that? A football coach? “Even the cost of paraga and alomo, kasaprenko has gone up.” “You drink all of that too?” “A carton of Orijin was N2, 900 the other week, it is now N3, 300” “You keep talking about drinks. No wonder you have also been monitoring the prices of pampers. You can’t know the prices of these concoctions and not cause some maternity ward problems.” “I am giving you real figures. And that is why I greeted you, e ku exhange rate. The Naira has been dancing like a yo-yo, and the dollar is the queen of the foreign exchange market in Nigeria today.” “The colour of change.” “The Naira even exchanged for N390 to the dollar, and N500 to the pound.” “Nobody is talking about the pound.” “It is the American age. You’d think the Americans were the ones who colonized Nigeria with the way they have colonized the Nigerian exchange rate. Practically everyone is looking for the dollar, you would think the Naira never existed. We definitely have an economic identity crisis. ” “My driver told me he has a solution to the problem” “I have heard some petrol station attendants also saying they will solve the problem.” “I am not joking. My own Pastor actually told us on Sunday that the problem with the Naira is spiritual and that with prayers, the Naira will regain its lost strength.” “Well, the petrol station attendant has a different logic, and his own logic is even different from my driver’s.” “That is the problem. Everybody in Nigeria today is now an economist. Very soon, the roadside slowpoke will issue an opinion on how the Naira can be saved.” “Are you sure that has not happened yet?” “I went to a barbing salon last week, and the barber lamented that his prices would have to change” “Ok?” “Exchange rate and crude oil prices, he said” “By the time landlords start blaming the exchange rate and the spot price of crude oil, and they fix prices differently, we would all be in big trouble.” “But what happened to that campaign?” “Which one? “The Buy-Naija-To-Grow-the-Naira campaign, promoted by Senator Ben Bruce and others.” “Ha. You have not heard? The Common Sense Senator published a book on Common Sense, but it was discovered that the man preaching buy Naija, published his own book in the US of A.” “So?” “What do you mean so? Should he do one thing and say another?” “Let the people criticizing the Senator go and sit down, and keep quiet. The man is a thinker. They should know that. When they go to his Silverbird cinemas, do they watch Nigerian films there all the time, or do they eat guguru instead of pop corn?” “I am listening” “And have they seen Senator Bruce wearing local attires like a fisherman? This thing is about ideas. And that is why I always argue that what we need is not common sense, but uncommon sense. When you confront Nigerians with common sense, they will start looking for loopholes”. “I just hope that your common sense Senator is married to a Nigerian woman, because that is the best way to grow the Naira.” “What is that? Where is that coming from?” “I don’t think anybody can preach buy Naija to grow the Naira, and then go and marry a foreign wife, that will be hypocrisy of the highest order!” “What is the connection between where a man marries from and the Naira?” “There is. Please, there is; it is the biggest money laundering offence.” “You have started again. Who are you trying to shade?” “Nobody. But if we want to really save the Naira, everybody should buy Naija.” “That is too simplistic. Except you are trying to suggest that our Governor-friend with Cape Verde connections has also refused to buy Naija and therefore has a hand in the problem with the Naira.” “He is our friend oh. Please, no comment.” “Some people say to save the Naira, not even the bedroom should be outsourced, and that the biggest drain on this economy is the obsession of the Nigerian rich with all things beautiful and romantically seductive from foreign countries.” “I can’t comment on that.” “You are saying all of this because Ben Murray Bruce printed his common sense book in America?” “I am saying we all need to rescue the Naira and the economy. The economy first!” “You are beginning to sound like a vulcanizer. It is not your job, it is not my driver’s job, and the petrol station attendants should just keep quiet. Na only we dey OPEC?” “They won’t. They can’t. This is a democracy and we all have a right to make policy. If we don’t speak up, some people will pad things again and things will get worse.” “It is Godwin Emefiele’s job” “Him na your brother?” “He is the Governor of the Central Bank” “Really?” “What do you mean, really?” “What are his views on monetary policy?” “Go and ask him” “And fiscal policy?” “Go and ask the Minister of Finance?” “We have a Minister of Finance?” “Of course we do” “And who is that?” “Wait a moment. What’s that her name again?” “Hello?” “Wait. I am trying to remember. Em…em…yes, 16+6= 24!” “You mean you can’t connect the monetary side with the fiscal side of the Nigerian economy, you are busy just saying… Okay, don’t bother, I get it.” “Candidly speaking.” “Don’t worry, the people who are benefitting from the Naira crisis know her and they know her name and they know the CBN Governor too. In case you don’t know, while you are busy trying to put people down, some other Nigerians have made a fortune from the Naira-Dollar palaver.” “A fortune?” “Yes. That is the difference between people who are clever and those who just complain. One of my wife’s friends is almost a billionaire now because the Naira crashed.” “How did she do it?” “The God of Olajumoke intervened. The God of Adekunle Gold picked up her call. And the God of Korede Bello said she had won. Her warehouse is profiting from the difference. So when you talk with that your sharp mouth, just know that in every economic situation, there are both happy and sad stories.” “But there are standards, normative contexts, economic frameworks” “If you don’t get it, you can’t get it. If you don’t mind, please, I don’t want a lecture on that.”

www.ngrguardiannews.com/2016/02/the-naira-dollar-blues/

hope she's not wicked in real life.

see ds olojukokoro, mosquito net is even there. and you're still complaining.
you for say mk dem find mansion give you na.

shey na d sch u go serve ni abi na Nigeria ?
if dt one no do you abeg carry ur money go rent better one.

" in spite of the
insurgency that had plagued the North-east,
especially Borno State, the university had never
closed for even a day."

Good to hear that.
Continue to wax stronger, the great university I dreamed to attend, if not for my uncle that was scared.

now repping FUNAAB anyway.

About three weeks ago, 27-year old Olajumoke
Orisaguna was a complete unknown on the
streets of Lagos, hawking bread. A loaf of bread
is about N100, and even with a full tray such as
she carried in her first public embrace of fame,
her whole ware for a day may not be more than
N3,000, with daily profit between N300-N700.
She had trained as a hair stylist, got married but
had to leave her husband and a daughter back
home in Ire, Osun state, to ‘hustle’ as it were in
Lagos. The life of a bread seller in Lagos is
easily imaginable: exposure to the elements, to
sundry abuse, including the possibility of being
raped by unruly artisans and bachelors, who will
offer to buy bread and something else along with
it, if the hawker is willing.
This was Olajumoke Orisaguna’s reality until she
ran into TY Bello and Tinie Tempah and her life
changed. Today, she has been enrolled as a
model. Her story has appeared in all
newspapers, on CNN, Huffington Post, and
virtually everywhere online.
Two companies: StanbicIBTC and PayPorte have
made her their brand ambassador. The former
even awarded her two daughters scholarships up
to university level. Her face has appeared on the
cover of magazines. She is now a student at
Poise Finishing School, an intern with two beauty
salons, and a motivational speaker, even if she
reportedly can’t speak English.
When she went to the office of the National
Identity Management Commission to get an
identity card, NIMC also cashed in on her new
found fame to use her to promote the agency:
“Olajumoke knows she needs to NIMC. She
walked into a NIMC centre yesterday unsolicited.
Olajumoke is smart. Be like her.” This must be
the most saccharine endorsement of Olajumoke
so far.
To crown it all, a construction company has
given her a luxury apartment in Lagos. From
hawking bread in Agege, she is now within
weeks, the darling of corporate Nigeria, the
poster girl for corporate social responsibility, a
landlady, and a role model. She had probably
never seen the inside of an aircraft, but a few
days ago, she was on a flight to Abuja to give a
speech!
Olajumoke and her husband
Mrs Orisaguna is Nigeria’s Cinderella. Hers is a
sudden, unplanned, unexpected, unprepared for
grass to grace, rags to riches story, a kind of I–
just-dey-waka-my-own-jeje-luck-come-jam-
me-tale. It doesn’t happen everyday. It is the
kind of accident that many Nigerians seek:
accidental fame and fortune. It is perhaps the
magical, miraculous, I-don’t believe-it-but-it-is-
true quality of this story that has captured the
public imagination.
Olajumoke was hawking her bread innocently in
Sabo, when she stumbled upon a photo session
by that gifted mother of twins, artist and
photographer, TY Bello, working on a series of
shots for the international hip hop star, Tinie
Tempah.
Olajumoke
We have been told that Olajumoke Orisaguna
‘photobombed’ herself into the activity. I guess
she just happened to walk by trying to sell
bread, and TY Bello who is a spirit in action
when she is at work, had a brain wave and took
her picture. Enormously creative, T Y Bello
thinks on her feet. When she has that her big
camera in her hands, she is an agile, inventive
artist.
Her camera is a weapon for interpreting space
and reality, and for discovering new meanings. It
must have occurred to her that asking the
international musician to pose with a bread seller
would give the picture a much deeper meaning,
inherent in the open contrasts and auto-
suggestions. It is that split second decision that
has turned Jumoke Orisaguna into a superstar.
The shot was brilliant, the result was impressive
with people asking: ‘Who is that girl? She will
make a good model.’ TY Bello took on the
challenge, and became Olajumoke Orisaguna’s
promoter, mentor, adviser, godmother, and
supporter, taking her to new heights within three
weeks. Nobody is talking about Tempah, the
main subject of the photo shoot; the focus is on
the wanderer who walked onto the set, the bread
seller who has taken the bread of the show, the
waka-pass who became the star. I understand
Tempah is quite happy; don’t be surprised then
if he composes a special song soon, titled ‘The
Bread Seller!’ or ‘Photobombed’ or simply
‘Olajumoke.’
Olajumoke signs with Few Models Management
Nigeria.
The Olajumoke Orisaguna story is a perfect
demonstration of the witchcraft quality of
photography and that single shot that has
changed a life may well be one of TY Bello’s
most remarkable efforts in her chosen genre.
But I find around Olajumoke’s sudden
transformation from person to brand, too much
capitalist hypocrisy and opportunism.
The brand is selling like hot cake, but the person
needs protection. I feel for her. I fear for her.
There is a sense in which she is a potential
victim. The brand experts now taking her from
place to place probably would not have even
patronized her. They don’t eat the kind of bread
that she sold.
Many of them don’t even know what part of
Lagos is called Sabo. They don’t buy their bread
from hawkers; they would rather go to
supermarkets or confectionery stores. Before luck
smiled on this young lady, many of those now
posing for photos with her would never have
noticed her presence.
Olajumoke becomes a brand ambassador for
Payporte.
There are definitely many of her type, still
hawking bread, or some other items, some even
sitting in front of the bank, with a baby strapped
to the back, but they may never be noticed or
helped. The same companies that are using
Olajumoke to talk about corporate social
responsibility, are actually joking, they know that
this is not CSR; it is brand exploitation!
And it may not last. There is nothing in
Olajumoke’s background or exposure that has
prepared her for the life of glitz being imposed on
her. The skills she has acquired as a bread
seller and hair stylist may not carry her far in the
cruel world of modeling. When this blitz is over,
she will need to compete for jobs and attention,
if she must remain a model.
She will have to learn sooner or later, to survive
on her own. She will have to maintain the luxury
apartment that she has been given. She has
been taught fancy dressing, including the magic
of make up and those magical colours that
change a dull face into a phallus-teasing one do
not come cheap.
She is at best an art work that other people have
created: she has been made up into a siren, her
hitherto dull skin now glows, in one photo, her
hair had a queenly allure, they have given her
new clothes, jazzing her up, to look feminine and
sensual, and they have taught her how to smile
in a tempting manner. Wow. That smile!
The sorry part of it all is that her narrative is
quite innocent and hauntingly brief, as is the
case with all overnight sensations. The capitalist
hypocrites will soon find something else to excite
them, just as the media will find a new story.
It probably would have been much better to help
Olajumoke Orisaguna set up a small-scale
business, to take her off the street-life of
hawking, rather than this world of sharks into
which she has been thrown. Perhaps the best
that has been done for her is sending her on
internship at beauty salons. She could at least
set up a beauty salon of her own and live happily
thereafter.
In a normal society, no young woman should be
on the streets hawking bread in order to survive.
In a normal society, Olajumoke Orisaguna would
have been given the opportunity to go to school,
and have a proper career. She is being given, all
within three weeks, the kind of empowerment
that society has denied her and many like her,
but how about all the other Olajumokes who
may never ‘photobomb’ their way to luck?
Her new life is a reminder of what she could
have been but which she could not become
because of the kind of society in which she has
found herself. She should never have had to
hawk bread to support her husband and children.
Her husband! Yes, Mr. Sunday Orisaguna. I have
seen him in the photographs, either carrying their
baby, or just putting up appearance. He looks
lost, confused, overwhelmed, harassed and
uncertain. He must be wondering what has
happened or is happening to the woman he
married.
There is a clear difference between Olajumoke,
the wife and bread seller, and Olajumoke, the
model and celebrity. While Olajumoke is
beginning to wear designer clothes, her humble
husband is still managing his one-day-me-too-
go-jam-luck attires. His wife has been sent to
finishing school. By the time she finishes, I hope
her new persona will not finish her marriage.
Olajumoke is now learning to speak English, but
her husband is a humble, sliding door installer
who probably speaks only Yoruba. In our kind of
society, given the social level and cultural
background of the parties involved, it won’t be
long before the demons will begin to crawl out of
the woods, from in-laws who may begin to
psycho-analyse Olajumoke, to family members
who will scrutinize her every gesture, and friends
with whom she hawked bread and has now left
behind.
Lack of clarity over role interpretation and the
new persona could also confuse the young
mother. She needs a different set of skills to
manage new relationships, especially the new
friends coming her way, including those
lecherous uncles who may show up and seek to
exploit her innocence.
The people turning her into a sex symbol should
also tarry a while, and remember that she is a
married mother of two. She needs counseling.
And her sliding door installer husband, who has
featured in her fairytale so far as a hanger-on,
no matter what happens, should not be made to
slide away. Sunday Orisaguna should also be
counseled, given new clothes, taught English and
sent to finishing school. He should not be left
behind.





thenet.ng/2016/02/olajumoke-orisaguna-the-nigerian-cinderella-reuben-abati-writes/

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None of the above. thanks ! next que pls.