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I was coming home one Saturday evening after a hectic day and found a small bag on the ground. I opened it and behold what I found inside; $20,000 dollars!! Fear first catch me, but I took the bag home and when ...I emptied It, I found some Documents, ID card, ATM card and an Iphone. I thought about throwing the sim away and keep the phone and also dispose the documents and keep the money.

After a long thought, I decided to leave things as they were, hoping that the owner would call. Not long after a call came through on the Iphone, I picked and talked with the caller. Apparently it was the owner of the bag coz he named absolutely every content of the bag. We met afterwards and i handed him the bag. he offered me $2,000 dollars but I turned it down , he collected my number and i left.

Yesterday he called me and offered me a job at Chevron worth 750,000 Naira per month, a 3 bedroom flat fully furnished, and a 2012 BMW X6 As I was smiling and testing the car my brother just slapped me and said "Oya Oya Oya Wake up eba don ready.

hmmm. story for the gods

All na cake, forget the designs.

herald9:
Hmmmm the famous man is almost bearing my moniker...

Harald ⇨Herald

Thank God for your life.

I just discovered that the name Bluetooth was borrowed from the 10th-century, second king of Denmark, King Harald Bluetooth who was famous for uniting Scandinavia.

He got the name Bluetooth as his teeth were stained blue from eating so many blueberries. Much like what Zobo does to your teeth. But Zobo, on the other hand, stains ones teeth red, of course. I don’t want anyone coming out later to say Dayo said… anyway.

Harald Bluetooth was the Viking king of Denmark from 958 to 970. He was famous for uniting parts of Denmark and Norway into one nation and converting the Danes to Christianity.

And that’s what Bluetooth does, it unites. It doesn’t convert though. No, wait, it does. The Bluetooth earpiece converts a perfectly sane human into a lunatic talking to himself in public.

And get this, the Bluetooth logo actually is the initials of Harald Bluetooth written in Scandinavian runeCool.

Cool! I wish I had my name in runes. Oh wait, I do, ᛞᚫᛃᛟ, Cooool!

Definition of words you might not be familiar with:

Scandinavia-Region in Northern Europe with common cultural heritage ,countries include Norway, Sweden and Finland.

Still made in Nigeria

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After reading you can agree or disagree with this school of thought. if you didn’t attend that school you cannot say for sure even though you might have heard hair rising stories concerning the subject matter….

According to iCampus: ”To fully understand UNILAG girls, you need to dig deep and know the hostel they reside in school.

There are different categories of babes in UNILAG base on their hostel.

A UNILAG babe in hostel A is distinctively different from the one in hostel B, the only two things most UNILAG babes have in common is love for money and love for chicken and chips.

There are seven female hostels in UNILAG namely: Moremi, Kofo, Madam Tinubu Hall (MTH), Honours, Makama, Fagunwa, Amina… So let’s begin with these categories.

Makama, MTH and Fagunwa Girls (SUYA GIRLS)
Makama chics: It is said that to get a girl from Makama, all you need is two hot meat pies, a chilled bottle of Fanta and she’s all yours. Please make sure the meat pies are hot and the Fanta is chilled, apparently they prefer it that way.
To get MTH and Fagunwa babes all you need is just N200 Suya and they are yours. If you’re buoyant, you can take it several notches up by buying them chicken Suya instead. things like that tickle their fancy.

These three hostels are situated close to each other inside New hall (UNILAG’s ghetto) thus making them neighbours. People say new hall girls don’t have class and some say they love to party hard ,some also say they are cheap but the truth is that they aren’t classy.
They never stay inside their hostels so it’s not unusual if you see them roaming around new hall looking for boys to buy them food .

Moremi Girls (Chicken, Chips and Nerd Girls)
To get audience with a Moremi babe you must submit a plate of chicken and chips before she’ll listen to you. It doesn’t necessarily mean that she will answer you it just simply means she’ll give you audience.
Moremi babes prefer older men with cars and they date guys with money and mostly club boys, but we have some good girls (nerds) amongst them.

Honours Girls (Boring Girls)
Australia is a country people know about but nobody visits, that’s exactly how Honours hall is. It’s situated in a bushy swampy area in the middle of nowhere so they barely get visitors. Surprisingly, the students’ week of Honours Hall is the best female hall week in UNILAG..

Amina Girls (Aristo Girls)
I’m pretty sure you have heard about aristo and runs-girls of UNILAG, well 70% of the aristo and runs-girl stay in Amina hall, situated at the gate area. The hall is the first point of call for the big Alhajis and chiefs; when they come to pick up girls, they quickly branch at Amina Hall, negotiate the price and leave with the girls to go and complete business outside school.
Amina hall has one mad kissing spot outside it just right in front of the Queen Amina statue.
That’s where you’ll find the broke boys without cars kissing their babes, it’s always a pleasant sight to watch.

Kofo hall
Some Kofo girls are also into runs though theirs is coded and not rampant compared to other female hostels. Rumour has it that most Kofo girls are freshers who are mostly influenced by their opposite neighbour hostel, Amina Hall. Lots of fellowship activities often held in the hostel helps to keep the girls calm thereby reducing the wayward life style. When you ask guys about Kofo Hall some will say “they are just there”.

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APC is at it again.

...because they knowns that virginity is not dignity rather, it is just lack of opportunity.

she is just imagining u being her next victim and in turn pitied u with ur innocency.

Am just imagining what will happen if the angel who's been
holding d trumpet for christ 2nd coming 4 over 2000 years
decides 2 test if d trumpet still works.

benjsniper33:
I am from a firewood and akamu background, a background whereby you have Pap or Garri and fish as breakfast, few pieces of yam and oil for lunch and Amala or eba with ewedu soup and half fish for supper. I give glory to God for creating me to this kind of family not just because of self-pride but also because of the survival skills I am able and still to garner and other rare "witty" skills that my fellow brethren in the "butter world" cannot have.
My Father (who fell from immense grace to grass long before my birth) gives me 5k as pocket money montly,this ain't consistent as sometimes for 3 months I won't be sent any kobo from home and I understand, I have 4 siblings in Fed universities . So I, being prodigal by nature, is forced by circumstances to manage my resources like a soldier managing his life at war. My sweet mother makes sure I take abundant foodstuff to school, I have a clipper which I use to barb my hair all by myself using a mirror, I trek to school almost all the time except I am extremely tired, I eat twice a day and sometimes once,
I don't smoke neither do I drink, I dress well to school that some people cannot help but admire me, I don't boast or brag but I am a calm thug, I have a number of calm and wise friends who are fellow thugs too, I have quite a number of female admirers and I am always indifferent to their green-lights cos I am aware of the financial onus no matter how cheap they may seem but I am "friends" them though I am always thinking of how to make money and manage my present resources, always avoiding night parties although I am social, avoiding unnecessary luxuries and focusing on the real deal which is studies and money making.

I think yours is far better than mine, just said mine for you to know you are on the good side bearing in mind the consistency of your monthly allowance.
I understand life as a theatre hall whereby we are given a divine role to play with an objective of making the best of our existence.


Pls bro, adhere to wise advices from sane nairalanders who are also fellow comrades in the trenches. May God bless and lead you.
Thanks

So you just wasted your time and put down all this bulshit for this dude in which his parents can't even afford 1k for a month for him. How are we sure he is not trying make us noticed him.

Thank God You even have parents that give you up to 10k monthly. In my days, all the money my popsy and mumsy gave me for the whole session put together is not up to 7k. Abeg, wise up!

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A hustler is anybody who can not disclosed his true source of income to others. Somebody who can not really explain what he or she does for living.

Hw fa na for Glo, abi dem d sleep?

I think we should adopt this girls into super eagles to help redeem their image.

I think it will be wise to adopt this girls into super eagles to help redeemed their image.

I hav learn enof bad things on this thread......hope to apply them soon.

u r the best fool

non of my biz

Rubbish

It's a confused circle, please get a foreign coach and stop turning around local coaches that don't even have a qualification to coach. They think because someone was a good player, then he would be a good coach. Very soon, they will sack Amodu and put Okocha.

Kikikikikikij

10th Grade:-
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called ‘best friend’. I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before. I handed them to her.

She said ‘thanks’ and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

11th grade:-
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broken her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn’t want to be alone, So I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go home.

She looked at me, said ‘thanks’ and gave me a kiss on the cheek..I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

Senior year:-
One fine day she walked to my locker. “My date is sick” she said, ”he’s not gonna go” well, I didn’t have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as ‘best friends’.

So we did. That night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as She smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes.

Then she said- “I had the best time, thanks!” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

Graduation:-
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine-but she didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it.
Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her.

Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said- ‘you’re my best friend, thanks’ and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

Marriage:-
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn’t see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said ‘you came !’.

She said ‘thanks’ and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

Death:-
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my ‘best friend’.
At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years.

This is what it read:
‘I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn’t notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don’t want to be just friends,

I love him but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me !………’I wish I did too…’
I thought to myself, and I cried.

If you love someone, Tell Them, Don’t let your heart be broken by words left unspoken

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ayusco85: Eat fried ground nut and garri, morning, and night b4 going to bed. Ur pimples will disappear, just like the egyptians, u shall see them no more

u no well