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So how much is it going for last?

Gentlemanforyou:
just to let you know the car is worth more than that price ma.

Lol, why would I want to curse you? I just like the car. And i am a serious buyer...

Gentlemanforyou:
No Madam and thanks for asking . there are cars that can go for that price but this one is not one of them , mainly because after buying you wont have any reason to curse me for selling it to you.

Can it fly for 850k?

850k, serious buyer...

This Camry can it go for 850k, serious buyer.... Inspect and pay immediately...

Where did you say your office is again, I was at Shiro today looking all around for you....

How much is inspection form Eleribu, I know that’s is what you want...Ole, Olofo... Kiriki is waiting for you... Sha go and start learning soapy down... Omoale jatijati they don’t want to work, looking for fast money that will kill you.

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Serious buyer, can it fly for 800?

Serious buyer, how much? Plus is it 4 cylinder?

Can you deliver to Lagos?

What is the condition of the car?

700

V6 engine , can I pay 750k?

750?

Hunku can I pay 700

700k

800k

can it fly for 800k?

You are a great mumu, where's the Muslim??

SirWere:
It pleases me to announce to the NCAN chief shareholders that both the "Igbo Ugandan Jews" and the "Afonja Coneheads Yoruba Muslims" were BOTH involved in this.















Abort Mission!

Shut up, does that woman look like a Yoruba woman?? Can't you just talk about the current situation?? Plus at the end of the day she's Nigerian and she's still going to be tagged with ur stupid ass... Receive sense my brother. ..[qquote author=AfonjaStinks post=51980064]

I'm sick and tired of these people

When you go to the U.K, you must hear them shouting and cursing loudly on the streets in Yoruba

You come to Queens and Brooklyn, you must see them fighting on the streets

Just last week, i was in at the mall and 2 women were also causing havoc there

They are louder than African Americans
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It came with d guide but it's does nt av much to say... Thinking I will find someone using it here...

Dandsome:
Didn't it come with a guid or manual

Hi guys, I jst got this new Techno Camon C9 + the T-band, but really i don't see d use of this T-band, I don't wanna call it a waste of money, That's y i want to ask you guys here.... Pls guys i need ur help.... What is d use of this T-band gan gan....

500k, huh...

Over real dey worry me...

McBrooklyn:
Lol, Are you for real sweetheart??

Am here, very ready for u......

McBrooklyn:
*Singing*

E ba mi wa omo oOo

Emi na fe love oOo

Mo fe love OoO

I want to love oOo

I'm single and searching

I want to date OoO

Mo ti ready oOo

I need a girl OoO . . .

Hold Ibadan at jugular

Woman, 42, narrates divine escape from money ritualists

From Ayo Ademokoya, Ibadan

money ritualists are on the prowl in Ibadan, the capital of Oyo State. Kidnapping incidents are on the rise daily and it is of great concern to the residents. Every person is suspicious of the next person close to him or her walking the streets.
So it was with a 42-year-old mother of four, Olorunyomi (not real name). She set the whole of Academy area of Odo-Ona Elewe, Orita Challenge, Ibadan, that Friday, August 19, 2016, into wild jubilation.
Reason: She came back home at 11:00pm from a near death experience with money ritualists. She was kidnapped on Tuesday, August 16, after transacting business in one of the banks at Challenge, Ibadan, that fateful afternoon.
Olorunyomi, an events planner, was still shell shocked when she narrated her ordeal to Daily Sun. She found it difficult to comprehend why fellow human being could be so wicked as to kill a fellow human being for whatever purpose.
She met a middle-aged woman at the banking hall who became very jovial with her as she asked about the welfare of her children: “I felt comfortable with her the way she was relating with me and we became friends. Afterwards, I got out of the bank and was heading for another bank at Orita Challenge.
“The woman beckoned on to me from a beautiful Honda Element car, introduced a girl of about 13 years old who wore a school uniform of a popular girls’ school at Molete, Ibadan, as her daughter and the man behind the wheels as her husband. She asked me to join them since they were going towards Orita Challenge.
“As we approached the bank, I asked the driver to stop so that I can alight but he did not. The woman looked back at me with disdain and said, ‘you don’t know what has happened to you.’ I struggled to open the door but it was locked. I thought by the time we get to the police check point at New Garage, I would be able to scream for help. But before we got there, I was already weak and could not utter a word. It was then I realized that everyone in the car could not talk including the driver.
“I became a bit conscious later and when I opened my eyes all I saw was ‘Welcome to Sagamu’ in one of the bill boards as the car swerved off the highway into a thick bush. We arrived at a big gate of a very beautiful mansion situated in the bush.
“We were ordered to alight from the car. The man behind the wheels suddenly became conscious and was trying to ask where he was. One of our captors struck him with an object, something like a black belt, he fell and died instantly. As he was being dragged to the place where his body parts would be dismembered, the woman that lured me into the car rushed at him and disposed him off his valuables like wristwatch, gold chain, wallet and his two phones.
“The woman looked at me disdainfully again and said, ‘madam no matter what you are thinking, we can never meet on this planet earth again.’ I wondered how she could read or hear my thoughts easily.
“We were ushered into a large room with CCTV monitoring the Shagamu Expressway. We could see activities going on from the expressway to the point where we veered off the road.
“The man who received us was very happy and congratulated the woman for briging such a ‘large stock’ despite the fact that it was not really a ‘rush hour.’ Some of us were picked to be transported to another destination where ‘supplies’ were urgently needed.  I was among them. I noticed that it was 7:05pm from the clock inside the car that was to take us to our new destination.
“On arrival, we were ushered in to another compound not as big as the first house and the ring leader was impressed. He locked me in another room where I met two other victims, a woman and one Hausa man. I was asked what was my name but something inside me said I should not utter a word. I kept reciting in my mind a verse from the holy Quran
“The ring leader said, ‘look Alhaja, stopped reciting Al Quran here, or you think I don’t hear you? Let me tell you, anyone who enters our den has been forgotten by God.’ It then dawned on me that only God could save me.
“He treated me nicely and told me that all he needed from me was to utter my name with my mouth. I kept mute and he left but assured me that the next time he would come I would be the one telling him my name. He did come back after I refused to eat the plate of Amala that was given to me. The woman I met in the room also refused to eat. The Hausa man did not only eat, but drank the water given to him and washed his face with it.
“The man appealed to me that I should eat. He then told me my name including my mother’s name to prove to me that nothing was hidden to him. All he was requesting was that I should utter it by myself, which I refused. He was also very furious at the Hausa man whom he said had given him five different names.
“We were there all through Thursday till the wee hours of Friday. Suddenly, the door of the room was opened by the gateman. He led three strange old men, dressed in the traditional Yoruba hunting attire with local touch lights strapped around the frontal lobe of the head into the room.
“The man who led the other two could not be less than 80 years and beckoned unto me. I woke the other two with me. The Hausa man started reciting his last prayers saying, ‘from Allah we came and to Him we shall return’ in Arabic, thinking that the end had come.
“It was as if something was lifted off from my body as I regained my strength and I could feel a kind of peace and comfort all over me. The old man locked the gateman inside the room and led us out of the compound into a thick bush.
“According to the old man, he came to rescue us from ‘awon agbeni pa se etutu ola.’ (Those who kill for money rituals.) He led us out of the compound around at about 1a.m on Friday. He said the three of us were safe. We trekked for about two hours before reaching a riverbank.
“He made us to realise that he deliberately took us through that route. If he had allowed us to go through the pathway that leads to the highway, though shorter, but very risky, as we were bound to be recaptured. He gave me three new N500 notes that could transport us to town. He lamented that most of the fishermen that could help us across the river had gone home.
“Luckily for us, a young boy of about 18 years old who is a fisherman came back to the river bank to check his net. The old man begged him to take us across the river with his canoe and then tried to identify himself by asking me to look at his face carefully.
“Honestly, the man looked like one of my uncles with seven tribal marks on his cheeks. He said to me,  ‘I am still alive’ and went back.
“At the home of that young boy, he brought three Okada riders (motorcyclists) who charged us N500 each to take us to the nearby town where we can board easily to our various destinations. The nearest place is Ondo town. That was then I knew we must have been held hostage in one of the villages in Ondo State or around Ijebu Waterside.
“The okada riders refused to take us to a police station or a motor park for fear of us being recaptured by the kidnappers. I flagged down another car from the spot they dropped us. After narrating our ordeal to the driver, he refused to take us in for fear of us dying in his car, as he did not know if the kidnappers had poisoned us. He gave me N2,000 for us to find our way back to our destinations. But the Hausa man joined a trailer filled with cows.
“The other victim who escaped with me had been in their den for over two weeks. She told me she was kidnapped on her way to Ilesa where she was going to give her parents some gifts after receiving her salary at the end of of July. She said her driver stopped to pick someone by the roadside drenched in the rain. She said immediately the woman entered the car all of them became unconscious till they found themselves in the compound of the house they later brought me to.
“The money given to me was enough to take me to a university at Ikeji-Ile (Ayo Babalola). I met a lecturer of that school who offered to take me to Ikire while the other victim dropped at Ilesa junction to meet with her parents. I got to Iwo Road, Ibadan, around 10:00pm and managed to call my husband who came to pick me up.
“I know my escape is divine. I really don’t know why God favoured me so much to the extent that He showed me such a great mercy. I am sad that human being could be this wicked. I am even very sad for the people remaining in their den, especially the little girl in school uniform. My prayer is that God would deliver them and guide all of us from falling victim of ritual killers.”
The Divisiponal Police Officer (DPO), Orita Challenge, Ibadan, Mr. Olu Moore, was not in the office when Daily Sun visited the station. But one of his officers confirmed that the case was reported when Olorunyomi was found: “Her husband promised to come back saying they wanted to go and pray first. They have not come back since then for the police to conduct proper investigation.

Same here...

Pls who is going tmr

It's not worth it how?? I got an invite from them and am suppose to go tmr, Pls how did it go?? So i don't waste my t-fare plus my time..

honeyhoney:
This job dosnt not worth the stress at all, the job is for R.A and not unit manager.

Na wa Ooooooo.

Who else was with me at their office today?