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DRIVING ON INTER-STATE IS A THING OF THE MIND, THOUGH EASY WHEN COMPARED TO TOWN SERVICE. BLESS U

DO NOT COPY ANYTHING BAD. SIMPLY MAKE A DIFFERENCE BY BRIGHTENING THE CORNER WHERE YOU ARE. GOD IS COUNTING ON YOU.

NOT ALL NIGERIAN ARE CORRUPT.

IT IS WELL WITH US.

WHAT IS THE STATUS OF THIS CASE?

Zenith of all banks. With all the profit they are making. Who will eat the profit. Let them call back the disengaged staff back to work.

Plz send the info to me o: ejighike@gmail.com

how many nigerians has been shown the way out of jobs because of sanusi's reform?

one advantage of being a nigerian is that you are not exposed to hurricane irene! smile!!!

If experienced by a male, what does it implies and way forward doctors?
If experienced by a male, what does it implies and way forward doctors?

If experienced by a male, what does it implies and way forward doctors?

Good day dear one,

I am delighted to see a thread of this sort on NL, and God has a purpose to causing it to come forth through you.

I see it as a great question that people must ask so as to do the needful, then be saved.

In God's wonderful words of life, several individual / group of people asked same question and were told of what to do, many gave heed to what they were asked to do and were saved.

Search the scripturre, In acts 2:37, after Peter ministered the word to the people, the people allowed the to bring transformation to their heart, littlewonder they asked, what must we do to be saved.

Our mediator, Jesus was asked same question, In Matt 19:16, someone came to him and asked, what must one do to have eternal-life (Be saved), Jesus to him of the needful thing to do.

You have asked the same question, if you will sincerely and faithfully take heed the the injunction of God's word and do same, you will indeed be saved. In Rom 10:13-14. Call upon God in sincerity and you will be saved. Its not just by belonging to one denomination or the other, but it is necessary that you belong to a church so as to be a blessing to the church and be blessed.

For you to be saved, you must be born-again via the incurruptible word of God, and not for filthy lucre.

Watch before you chose a denomination, If you become born-again in sincerity, God's Spirit will lead you to the right denomination meant for you. People tend to belong to denominaton where they will hear the kind of messages they want and not messages thay will expose their wrong deeds to them because they are not born again as in 2Tim 4:3-4.

So cleave to God and it shall be well with you.

HELLO ALL,
PLEASE ADVICE ME OF WHAT TO DO SO AS TO GET A BIT FAT. I AM TALL BUT SLIM. YOUR ADVICE IS NEEDFUL PLEASE. 0.
THANK YOU.

Dear poster! Female bankers/Nurses are human like I and you, and few when compared to the entire people of the world. I am surprise as to how people will join you to affirm that either are promiscuous. There are more people in this world that are more promiscuous than they do, there are nairaland member that are much more promiscuous. Lets try and watch our word, and avoid generalizing using infamous act.
Thank you.

Good day my good friend Slap1,

I am born Anglican and attend the church very well in Lagos, Umuahia and partly Bayelsa. I came to realise that doctrines has beclouded churches. Having the kind of mind you purported, I had to pray to God to help me to know the truth of His Word. Jn 5:39 expect us to search the scriptured, whit doing this you will be able to hold on to the truth of God's word and act accordingly.

You father may be a religious fellow, thereby persuading you to do the contrary, try and cleave to God in sincerity and God will help you. Those fathers may be members of Anglican church for years, being religious, yet not BORN AGAIN.

My advice to you is Be Born Again, allow Christ to be the lord of your life.

A LETTER TO NIGERIANS

Dear Nigerians,
I am writing this letter to you to tell you my story.
Let me first of all give you a little insight into my background.
My name was Moyo Aliyu Eze. I was nineteen years of age and the only child and son of my parents when disaster struck my family. My father spent millions of Naira building a lovely house in Ikoyi, a highbrow area in Lagos. His primary concern was to provide a very comfortable and secure environment for my mum and me. With the security problem in Nigeria, he figured that the best he could do for his family was to create a haven of some sort in our Ikoyi home. And he did just that.
We had everything any Nigerian family would want and so much more. Anything I needed, my parents provided. Nonetheless I was not “spoilt”. My mum made sure of that.
The fateful day that changed my life and everything in my family was August 1st 2005. It was about 7.30pm in the evening. I drove out to see my friend Arome who lived down the road. We had planned to watch a football match with some other friends at his place. Nigeria was playing against Brazil in a friendly match.
However, as I drove out, the car stopped on the road a few metres from home. I checked to see what was wrong and realized it was the new security system that had just been installed that caused the car to stop. Since I did not know how this particular security device worked I started to walk back home to get help.
I was almost at the drive-in to our gate when two young men (about my age) crossed my path with their “okada” (motorbike). Before I knew what was happening, one of them pulled out a gun and shot me twice. One bullet went into my leg the other went into my abdomen.
I slumped to the ground like a sack of beans and they quickly robbed me of my cell phone, I-pod and money. And they disappeared from the scene just as fast as they had appeared.
Even though this happened right in front of the house nobody heard the gun shots. The generators in the area completely drowned out the sound.
There I was, in a pool of my own blood, so close to home (my haven) with no one to help me. What a horrible irony!
I managed to drag myself to the gate but I could not reach the door bell in my state. The security man was doing some work in the backyard just before I left so I knew he would not be in the gate house. I resorted to the gate hoping that someone would hear. Unfortunately for me, nobody heard.
I guess everybody was watching the football match and the noise from our generator did not help my situation.
After the gate for about 15 minutes or so there was no help in sight. So I decided to drag myself to the car. My intention was to press the car horn for as long as I had the energy. I had lost so much blood that I was close to passing out.
I mustered up all the energy I could and started dragging myself back to the car. Just before I got to the car a jeep drove pass. It then stopped and reversed to where I was. The “Good (Nigerian) Samaritan” got out of his car, picked me up and put me in the back seat of his jeep. As he drove round looking for a hospital, I was slipping in and out of consciousness. He kept talking to me and encouraging me to hold on.
My “Good (Nigerian) Samaritan” took me to four different hospitals but they all refused to treat me because I had gunshot wounds. They were afraid that if they treated me the police would later come in to harass and arrest them.
Apparently there was an existing law that stipulates that all gun patients must first get a police report to present to the hospital before they can receive any form of treatment. Is that not ridiculous and irrational? Well, that’s the unfortunate situation I found myself in the fateful day.
My “Good (Nigerian) Samaritan” kept encouraging me not to give up. He decided to go back to where he picked me to enable him scout the area for any clue so as to my identity.
Meanwhile, my friend Arome had called my cell phone three times. A strange voice answered my phone the third time he tried. That’s when he suspected that something had gone awfully wrong. He drove to my house only for him to see my car parked on the road close to my house.
As Arome got out of his car he saw trails of blood stains on the ground and on the gate. He ran to the gate to see if I was there but the car was empty. That’s when he called my father to let him know the situation.
My dad came out alone to meet Arome. When he saw the blood he nearly passed out. That’s when my “Good (Nigerian) Samaritan” arrived back on the scene. On seeing my dad and Arome, he explained to them all that had happened from the time he picked me up.
My Dad and Arome ran to the jeep to confirm if it was me. When they saw me they could not believe what they saw. I was a sight to behold! I was a total mess with blood and dirt all over me. They both quickly jumped into the jeep and my Dad directed my “Good (Nigerian) Samaritan” to the family hospital.
Arome was in tears, he just could not believe what had happened to me.
I passed on before we got to the hospital. As they say, I was brought in “dead on arrival” (DOA). It was our family doctor that broke the sad news to my father. My Dad wept uncontrollably. His only child and son was dead and gone.
My Dad kept saying “How could this have happened?”
My father had the money to send me to any of the best hospitals in the world. However that did not matter when I was shot. All I needed at that time was a hospital in Nigeria that would take me in and treat my gunshot wounds. All I needed at that time was for the Nigerian society to function properly. My father’s money could not help me when I needed help most. How cruel does life get?
The decadent system ate me up, just like that! The decadence in the society had come knocking on my door and I had nowhere to hide. I became yet another innocent victim like so many others before me.
I was too young to die. I had dreams of creating a better society by building a great new Nigeria.
My parents were completely heartbroken. Nobody seemed to be able to comfort them. Their only child and son died in spite of their efforts to create a haven for the family. It was a tragedy. They felt so hopelessly helpless and powerless. My death was their worst nightmare!
So that’s my story!
If you, “Dear Reader” do nothing to create a positive social change in Nigeria then you can be sure that the decadence in the society will one day invade your life or the lives of your family members or the lives of your friends.
The decadence in the society is not a respecter of persons. I was too young to die but “DECADENCE” said it did not matter. I was an only child and son but “DECADENCE” said “SO WHAT!” I was from a wealthy family but “DECADENCE” couldn’t care less! My father thought he had done all that matters to ensure my safety, notwithstanding “DECADENCE” came knocking on my door and shot me dead in cold blood!
“Dear Nigerian” if the masses are not secure, nobody else is. A nation is as strong as its weakest link.
Please do something now to change the status quo. Do something now to create a safer Nigeria for all. Do something now to ensure that my death was not in vain.
DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!
DO SOMETHING NOW!

Start by telling my story to other Nigerians. Then do something about it!

Make this a campaign.

Thank you.
Love,
Moyo Aliyu Eze

Written By: Olaboludele Simoyan

“Our destiny changes with our thought; we shall become what we wish to become, do what we wish to do, when our habitual thought corresponds with our desire.”- Orison S. Marden

A LETTER TO NIGERIANS

Dear Nigerians,
I am writing this letter to you to tell you my story.
Let me first of all give you a little insight into my background.
My name was Moyo Aliyu Eze. I was nineteen years of age and the only child and son of my parents when disaster struck my family. My father spent millions of Naira building a lovely house in Ikoyi, a highbrow area in Lagos. His primary concern was to provide a very comfortable and secure environment for my mum and me. With the security problem in Nigeria, he figured that the best he could do for his family was to create a haven of some sort in our Ikoyi home. And he did just that.
We had everything any Nigerian family would want and so much more. Anything I needed, my parents provided. Nonetheless I was not “spoilt”. My mum made sure of that.
The fateful day that changed my life and everything in my family was August 1st 2005. It was about 7.30pm in the evening. I drove out to see my friend Arome who lived down the road. We had planned to watch a football match with some other friends at his place. Nigeria was playing against Brazil in a friendly match.
However, as I drove out, the car stopped on the road a few metres from home. I checked to see what was wrong and realized it was the new security system that had just been installed that caused the car to stop. Since I did not know how this particular security device worked I started to walk back home to get help.
I was almost at the drive-in to our gate when two young men (about my age) crossed my path with their “okada” (motorbike). Before I knew what was happening, one of them pulled out a gun and shot me twice. One bullet went into my leg the other went into my abdomen.
I slumped to the ground like a sack of beans and they quickly robbed me of my cell phone, I-pod and money. And they disappeared from the scene just as fast as they had appeared.
Even though this happened right in front of the house nobody heard the gun shots. The generators in the area completely drowned out the sound.
There I was, in a pool of my own blood, so close to home (my haven) with no one to help me. What a horrible irony!
I managed to drag myself to the gate but I could not reach the door bell in my state. The security man was doing some work in the backyard just before I left so I knew he would not be in the gate house. I resorted to banging the gate hoping that someone would hear. Unfortunately for me, nobody heard.
I guess everybody was watching the football match and the noise from our generator did not help my situation.
After banging the gate for about 15 minutes or so there was no help in sight. So I decided to drag myself to the car. My intention was to press the car horn for as long as I had the energy. I had lost so much blood that I was close to passing out.
I mustered up all the energy I could and started dragging myself back to the car. Just before I got to the car a jeep drove pass. It then stopped and reversed to where I was. The “Good (Nigerian) Samaritan” got out of his car, picked me up and put me in the back seat of his jeep. As he drove round looking for a hospital, I was slipping in and out of consciousness. He kept talking to me and encouraging me to hold on.
My “Good (Nigerian) Samaritan” took me to four different hospitals but they all refused to treat me because I had gunshot wounds. They were afraid that if they treated me the police would later come in to harass and arrest them.
Apparently there was an existing law that stipulates that all gun patients must first get a police report to present to the hospital before they can receive any form of treatment. Is that not ridiculous and irrational? Well, that’s the unfortunate situation I found myself in the fateful day.
My “Good (Nigerian) Samaritan” kept encouraging me not to give up. He decided to go back to where he picked me to enable him scout the area for any clue so as to my identity.
Meanwhile, my friend Arome had called my cell phone three times. A strange voice answered my phone the third time he tried. That’s when he suspected that something had gone awfully wrong. He drove to my house only for him to see my car parked on the road close to my house.
As Arome got out of his car he saw trails of blood stains on the ground and on the gate. He ran to the gate to see if I was there but the car was empty. That’s when he called my father to let him know the situation.
My dad came out alone to meet Arome. When he saw the blood he nearly passed out. That’s when my “Good (Nigerian) Samaritan” arrived back on the scene. On seeing my dad and Arome, he explained to them all that had happened from the time he picked me up.
My Dad and Arome ran to the jeep to confirm if it was me. When they saw me they could not believe what they saw. I was a sight to behold! I was a total mess with blood and dirt all over me. They both quickly jumped into the jeep and my Dad directed my “Good (Nigerian) Samaritan” to the family hospital.
Arome was in tears, he just could not believe what had happened to me.
I passed on before we got to the hospital. As they say, I was brought in “dead on arrival” (DOA). It was our family doctor that broke the sad news to my father. My Dad wept uncontrollably. His only child and son was dead and gone.
My Dad kept saying “How could this have happened?”
My father had the money to send me to any of the best hospitals in the world. However that did not matter when I was shot. All I needed at that time was a hospital in Nigeria that would take me in and treat my gunshot wounds. All I needed at that time was for the Nigerian society to function properly. My father’s money could not help me when I needed help most. How cruel does life get?
The decadent system ate me up, just like that! The decadence in the society had come knocking on my door and I had nowhere to hide. I became yet another innocent victim like so many others before me.
I was too young to die. I had dreams of creating a better society by building a great new Nigeria.
My parents were completely heartbroken. Nobody seemed to be able to comfort them. Their only child and son died in spite of their efforts to create a haven for the family. It was a tragedy. They felt so hopelessly helpless and powerless. My death was their worst nightmare!
So that’s my story!
If you, “Dear Reader” do nothing to create a positive social change in Nigeria then you can be sure that the decadence in the society will one day invade your life or the lives of your family members or the lives of your friends.
The decadence in the society is not a respecter of persons. I was too young to die but “DECADENCE” said it did not matter. I was an only child and son but “DECADENCE” said “SO WHAT!” I was from a wealthy family but “DECADENCE” couldn’t care less! My father thought he had done all that matters to ensure my safety, notwithstanding “DECADENCE” came knocking on my door and shot me dead in cold blood!
“Dear Nigerian” if the masses are not secure, nobody else is. A nation is as strong as its weakest link.
Please do something now to change the status quo. Do something now to create a safer Nigeria for all. Do something now to ensure that my death was not in vain.
DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!
DO SOMETHING NOW!

Start by telling my story to other Nigerians. Then do something about it!

Make this a campaign.

Thank you.
Love,
Moyo Aliyu Eze

Written By: Olaboludele Simoyan

“Our destiny changes with our thought; we shall become what we wish to become, do what we wish to do, when our habitual thought corresponds with our desire.”- Orison S. Marden

BELOVED SISTER TRINI,

GOD LOVE US AND DESIRES THE BEST FOR I AND YOU. IT WILL BE TO ONE'S OWN DETRIMENT IF SUCH ONE DESIRE TO WILFULLY GO AGAINST HIS COMMAND.  EVEN HUMANITY ABHOR SUCH ACT THOUGH MANY ENGAGE IN THE ACT.

MANY ENGAGING IS SUCH ACT IS SIMPLY BECAUSE THEY ARE YET TO CRUCIFY FLESH THAT ALWAYS CRAVE FOR IT.
GOD EXPECT US TO ALLOW HIS SPIRIT TO RULE OUR LIFE SO AS NOT TO GRATIFY THE DESIRES OF THE FLESH. THE FLESH AND SPIRIT ARE CONTRARY TO THE OTHER.

ONE NEED NOT COME UP TO ANALYSE A WORD WITH THE MIND TO CARRY ON IN HIS OR HER EVIL DESIRE, I PUT IT TO YOU AND ALL THAT WHAT IS POPULAR IS NOT NECESSARILY WHAT IS RIGHT.

PRE-MARITAL SEX & FORNICATION IS AN EVIL BEFORE GOD. HE COMMAND THAT YOU ABSTAIN FROM ALL APPEARANCE OF EVIL.
BEING IN RELATIONSHIP WITH A PERSON HAD NOT MADE THE PERSONS MARRIED OR WILL GET MARRIED TOMORROW, SOMETHING MAY COME UP AND THE TWO FRIENDS WILL PART, HOW COME ONE WILL GIVE TO PRE-MARITAL SEX IN A RELATIONSHIP?
THINK ABOUT IT.

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BELOVED SISTER TRINI,

GOD LOVE US AND DESIRES THE BEST FOR I AND YOU. IT WILL BE TO ONE'S OWN DETRIMENT IF SUCH ONE DESIRE TO WILFULLY GO AGAINST HIS COMMAND.  EVEN HUMANITY ABHOR SUCH ACT THOUGH MANY ENGAGE IN THE ACT.

MANY ENGAGING IS SUCH ACT IS SIMPLY BECAUSE THEY ARE YET TO CRUCIFY FLESH THAT ALWAYS CRAVE FOR IT.
GOD EXPECT US TO ALLOW HIS SPIRIT TO RULE OUR LIFE SO AS NOT TO GRATIFY THE DESIRES OF THE FLESH. THE FLESH AND SPIRIT ARE CONTRARY TO THE OTHER.

ONE NEED NOT COME UP TO ANALYSE A WORD WITH THE MIND TO CARRY ON IN HIS OR HER EVIL DESIRE, I PUT IT TO YOU AND ALL THAT WHAT IS POPULAR IS NOT NECESSARILY WHAT IS RIGHT.

PRE-MARITAL SEX & FORNICATION IS AN EVIL BEFORE GOD. HE COMMAND THAT YOU ABSTAIN FROM ALL APPEARANCE OF EVIL.
BEING IN RELATIONSHIP WITH A PERSON HAD NOT MADE THE PERSONS MARRIED OR WILL GET MARRIED TOMORROW, SOMETHING MAY COME UP AND THE TWO FRIENDS WILL PART, HOW COME ONE WILL GIVE TO PRE-MARITAL SEX IN A RELATIONSHIP?
THINK ABOUT IT.

GOD LOVES YOU ALL.[color=#000099][/color]

BELOVED SISTER TRINI,

GOD LOVE US AND DESIRES THE BEST FOR I AND YOU. IT WILL BE TO ONE'S OWN DETRIMENT IF SUCH ONE DESIRE TO WILFULLY GO AGAINST HIS COMMAND. EVEN HUMANITY ABHOR SUCH ACT THOUGH MANY ENGAGE IN THE ACT.

MANY ENGAGING IS SUCH ACT IS SIMPLY BECAUSE THEY ARE YET TO CRUCIFY FLESH THAT ALWAYS CRAVE FOR IT.
GOD EXPECT US TO ALLOW HIS SPIRIT TO RULE OUR LIFE SO AS NOT TO GRATIFY THE DESIRES OF THE FLESH. THE FLESH AND SPIRIT ARE CONTRARY TO THE OTHER.

ONE NEED NOT COME UP TO ANALYSE A WORD WITH THE MIND TO CARRY ON IN HIS OR HER EVIL DESIRE, I PUT IT TO YOU AND ALL THAT WHAT IS POPULAR IS NOT NECESSARILY WHAT IS RIGHT.

PRE-MARITAL SEX & FORNICATION IS AN EVIL BEFORE GOD. HE COMMAND THAT YOU ABSTAIN FROM ALL APPEARANCE OF EVIL.
BEING IN RELATIONSHIP WITH A PERSON HAD NOT MADE THE PERSONS MARRIED OR WILL GET MARRIED TOMORROW, SOMETHING MAY COME UP AND THE TWO FRIENDS WILL PART, HOW COME ONE WILL GIVE TO PRE-MARITAL SEX IN A RELATIONSHIP?
THINK ABOUT IT.

GOD LOVES YOU ALL.

Thanks a lot my good people.

a friend of mine always scratch her eyes, please help profer solution to stop this.

Congrat, Slap.  My younger brother got admission for Eng & Litt. at Absu as well. His name is Alex. You can reach him on 08056583291. To reach me use 08034304425 - Chidi.  Bless u.

Hello banom and his likes!

If one seek to know, get & rely on the truth, he/she will achieve same.  Many wolves dress in sheep clothings to make merchandise of people and they suceed in such just because the people gave heed to such since they fail to understand and take heed to the instruction/truth of God's word as regards issues of such nature. This does not means that all Pastors are the same.

There are several Ministers of God holding the truth in righteousness.

Seek for where the truth is being diseminated and you will stand up for God. One funny thing is that majority do not like becoming member to such true churches just because their evil imaginations will be unveiled by God's Spirit.
You need to make up your mind to seek God.

[ziggyjoel,im guessing your working with "in your best Interest" .anywaiz it might be a little difficult 4 u 2 move since your an operator but identify where u want 2 work,find out where d hr office is,go there and ask 2 see the head of hr.make sure u go with your c.v and ensure your looking good.thats how i moved anyway.hope it works 4 u.][quote][/quote]Yes, I sense this guy is working with 'In your best interest"

A welcome idea. Someone should help pass this piece to a member of the house of representative. It will help
1. Give jobs to more people,
2. Give those already in the industry time to relax the body well.
3. Give more time for family interraction which will lead to building good home.

Zenith is the worst as far as i am concerned, they are just toooooo proud, i wanted to Opening a current acct 3years ago. when i visited, them say 500,000k na hin i pick race

Visit other branches. I know of a branch that accept NGN 50, 000. to open current a/c.
For details call - 08034304425. CHIDI.