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Prestar:

Oh wow! Money dey this business Ooo! Ah ah…. Imagine now having 4 locations just simple like this. That will be ₦10,000,000 monthly. Choi!

COULD THIS BE TRUE? pic.twitter.com/0dVW8CA5A0

— Star Potter (@Starpotternews) July 6, 2026

She will make less now..as she don drop Update... everyone will key in and flood and overpopulate that field now

Watcharena:
Intend to buy any of the above cars (bid daddy 2005/2006or honda accord discussion continues 2006/2007)

Which is better in terms of RELIABILITY

I don't want a car that will fail me on the road or fail to start when I need it


I'm buying the best grade Nigerian used


I have very good maintenance culture


So pleased I need your input preferably from some one that has used the two cars

if You have money to waste,buy the Camry Ok

Flangelo12:
Even a lot of MAGA have abandoned him.

Tucker Carlson tendered a public apology for ever helping to get Trump into office.

Candace Owens.

Marjorie Taylor-Greene

Alex Jones

Nick Fuentes

Tim Dillon.

They've all abandoned Trump.

Only his supporters in Nigeria left.

He will Loose his Third term Elections..,too Bad!!!

lawani:
If you turn 5.2 to 7.5 in fifteen days, it can't happen more than a few times a year or are you saying you can do that ten times a year with only 5.2 and no other investment?

I'm lying oo.lemme Shut up.afterall Dangote no dey drop update..#NonLebeivers

Sonnobax15:
. I was told it now goes out for 7m

Shit Business...5.2 wey pipo dey turn to 7.5 in 15 days..mcheee3w

Thereedemer:
When az was 1h my guy can smoke 8
Now loud is 1k u no fit buy pass 1 or 2

....See All This Mumu men!!!😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 Nice one,.Una get A for Further Maths that year!!!

This Thread is for Folks that don't know that
Speed=Distance over Time.... Mathematics is Practical...even when betting on sportybet,.Maths is involved!!!

HacheNoire:
Someone said China was going to overthrow the US without firing a single shot and gradually, its is happening.

Europe, Mexico, Canada and South America have already embraced China, and it’s just a matter of time for the major shift to happen.

when China take over u go cry blood oo...don't wish bad for thyself.

ShenTeh:
Why did the chicken cross the road border?

Because it was Ghana be Devoir'ed by men.

Make sense no kill me abeg.

Baba Your word Play is Top Notch....I wish Victor was Ghanian so u just change that "men"to "osihMEN

OriOko88:
US and Israel do not see this pezezkhan as a threat. If not he too would hv been sent to Al janah. Though iv never seen where the man condemned Israel or say death to America.

He's more a ceremonial president who doesn't hv any authority or influence in the muallah's rogue g8vt

Na Pakistan beg Isreal to spare the man oo...if not E for don kpuff too

Na by force to speak English...which kind News caster be that one...

God1000:
The hunter has become the hunted


Don't start what you cannot finish

You reminding me of how Saddam dealt with George Bush Snr during the Gulf war in 91😂😂

Ovems:
The hand peeled one is neater/cleaner while the machine peel is dirty and has sands in it.

.GBAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...GBAM,GBAM,GBAM GBAMGBAM,GBAM,GBAM,GBAM.

chatinent:
Women in the house, could you kindly differentiate?

And why the the hand peeled preferred and even more expensive?

Machine Peeled way Stone Full inside like Quarry!!!...

The first time Ada noticed the silence, it felt like peace.

It settled in their home on a Tuesday evening, the kind that came without warning. No argument, no slammed doors, no sharp words cutting through the air—just a quiet that lingered too long. She stood in the kitchen, stirring a pot of soup she no longer tasted, listening to the absence of her husband’s voice.

Chinedu had always been a talker. Not loud, not overbearing, but steady—like a man who believed words could keep a house standing. He would narrate his day, ask about hers, laugh at things that weren’t particularly funny. It was his way of loving her: consistently, predictably, faithfully.

But that evening, he sat in the living room, staring at the television without seeing it. When Ada called his name, he answered, but something in his voice had shifted—like a door slightly ajar.

She noticed. She always noticed.

Yet she said nothing.

Because if she was honest, the silence hadn’t started that Tuesday. It had begun months earlier—quietly, invisibly—inside her.


---

Ada had not set out to betray her husband.

If anyone had asked her a year ago, she would have laughed at the thought. Chinedu was a good man—kind, dependable, patient to a fault. He never forgot her birthday, never raised his voice, never gave her reason to doubt his loyalty. Their marriage, to anyone watching, was solid.

But solidity, Ada had come to realize, was not the same as aliveness.

It began at her new job. A change she had insisted on, claiming she needed “growth.” Chinedu had supported her without hesitation, even when it meant longer hours and more distance between them.

That was where she met Tunde.

He was the opposite of Chinedu in ways that felt intoxicating. Where Chinedu was steady, Tunde was unpredictable. Where Chinedu listened patiently, Tunde challenged her, teased her, made her feel seen in a sharper, more immediate way.

At first, it was harmless—conversations that lingered too long, laughter that felt slightly misplaced, glances that carried more weight than they should.

Ada told herself it meant nothing.

Until the day it didn’t.


---

The first boundary crossed was not physical.

It was a confession.

They had stayed late at the office, the building nearly empty. The hum of fluorescent lights filled the space between them as they sat across from each other, papers forgotten.

“I feel like I’m disappearing,” Ada had said, surprising herself.

Tunde didn’t interrupt. He just watched her, as though her words mattered.

“My husband is… good,” she continued. “Too good, maybe. Everything is routine. Safe. Predictable.”

“And that scares you?” he asked.

She hesitated. Then nodded.

It was the first time she had admitted it aloud—that something inside her felt restless, unfulfilled, undefined.

Tunde leaned back, studying her. “Maybe you’re not meant for predictable.”

The words landed deeper than they should have.

That night, when she got home, Chinedu was waiting with dinner already set. He smiled the moment he saw her, relief softening his face.

“You must be tired,” he said. “Come, sit. I made your favorite.”

Ada forced a smile, but as she sat across from him, the warmth of his effort felt strangely distant.

She had already begun to drift.


---

The affair unfolded not as a dramatic fall, but as a series of small, deliberate steps.

A touch that lingered.

A message sent too late at night.

A lie told with surprising ease.

Each step felt manageable on its own. Each could be explained, justified, minimized.

Until they couldn’t.

Ada told herself she deserved to feel alive. That she wasn’t hurting anyone if Chinedu never found out. That she could balance both worlds—her stable marriage and her secret escape.

But secrets have a way of demanding space.

She grew distant at home. Conversations with Chinedu became shorter, her laughter forced, her attention divided. He noticed, of course. He always noticed.

One evening, he reached for her hand across the table.

“You’ve been far away,” he said gently. “Did I do something?”

The question pierced her, sharper than anger ever could.

“No,” she replied quickly. “It’s just work. Stress.”

He nodded, accepting her answer with the same trust he had always given her.

That trust became a weight she carried everywhere.


---

The truth came out not through confrontation, but through accident.

Ada had left her phone on the kitchen counter while she stepped out to take a call. Chinedu hadn’t intended to look. He would later repeat that to himself, as if it could undo what happened next.

But the screen lit up.

A message.

Tunde’s name.

“I miss you already.”

It was simple. Innocent, almost.

But not innocent enough.

When Ada returned, she found Chinedu sitting at the table, her phone in front of him. He didn’t look angry. He looked… hollow.

“What is this?” he asked quietly.

For a moment, she considered lying again. It had become so easy.

But something in his expression stopped her.

And so, she told the truth.

Not all at once. Not cleanly. It came out in fragments—hesitations, half-sentences, broken admissions.

With each word, the distance between them grew.

Chinedu listened without interrupting. When she finished, the silence returned—heavier now, suffocating.

“How long?” he asked.

“Months.”

He nodded slowly, absorbing it.

“I see.”

That was all he said.

No shouting. No accusations. Just two words that carried more pain than any outburst could.


---

The days that followed were unbearable.

Chinedu moved through the house like a stranger. He still spoke, still ate at the table, still slept in the same bed—but something essential had been stripped away.

Ada tried to fix it.

She ended things with Tunde immediately. She apologized, pleaded, explained—words spilling out in desperation.

“I made a mistake,” she said. “I wasn’t thinking. It didn’t mean anything.”

Chinedu looked at her then, really looked at her.

“It meant enough for you to risk us,” he replied.

There was no anger in his voice. Just a quiet, devastating clarity.

“I loved you,” he continued. “I trusted you completely. Do you know what that means? To give someone that kind of trust?”

Tears streamed down Ada’s face, but she had no answer.

“Now I don’t know what’s real anymore,” he said.

That was the moment she understood.

The betrayal wasn’t just the act. It was the fracture it created in his sense of reality—in everything they had built together.


---

Weeks turned into months.

They tried, in their own ways, to rebuild.

Counseling sessions. Long conversations. Painful honesty.

But trust, once broken, does not return easily.

Chinedu struggled. Some days, he seemed almost like himself again—laughing, engaging, hopeful. Other days, he withdrew completely, haunted by doubt.

Ada carried her guilt like a shadow. She became more attentive, more present, more desperate to prove her remorse.

But remorse could not erase what had been done.

One evening, they sat together on the balcony, the city quiet beneath them.

“I’ve been thinking,” Chinedu said.

Ada’s heart tightened.

“I don’t hate you,” he continued. “I don’t even think you’re a bad person.”

She looked at him, searching his face.

“But I don’t trust you,” he said. “And I don’t know if I ever will.”

The words settled between them, final and unyielding.

“I want to forgive you,” he added softly. “But forgiveness doesn’t always fix things.”

Ada felt something inside her break—not dramatically, but with a quiet, irreversible certainty.

“What are you saying?” she asked.

He took a long breath.

“I think… we need to let this go.”


---

The separation was not loud or bitter.

It was quiet, like the silence that had started it all.

Ada moved out a month later. They divided their lives with careful civility, avoiding unnecessary conflict.

On her last day in the house, she stood in the kitchen, staring at the space where everything had once felt secure.

She thought about the choices she had made—the small steps that had led to this moment. None of them had seemed catastrophic at the time. None had felt like the end.

But together, they had unraveled everything.


---

Years later, Ada would still think of Chinedu.

Not with longing, but with a deep, aching understanding of what she had lost.

She would remember his steadiness, his quiet love, the way he had trusted her without hesitation.

And she would understand, fully, that some things—once broken—cannot be restored.

Not because forgiveness is impossible.

But because trust, once fractured, leaves behind a silence that even love cannot always fill.

[[b][/b]quote author=Galactics post=138778011]Just look at what Tinubu's desperation is turning our democracy to.[/[b][/[b][/b]b]quote]

[[b][/b]quote author=Galactics post=138778011]Just look at what Tinubu's desperation is turning our democracy to.[/[b][/b]quote]

100M Kobo? ...what's this and why not enough content Nairaland

MMempire:
All the above rules are possible except the corner switch for opponent after a 5 seconds countdown as explained by Arkmanbuddy. I suppose it can be turned to goal kick instead. All this new rules are a welcome development in modern football where players are getting cunning everyday.

isn't it like if a Goal Keeper waste time on the Ball a Corner kick will be awarded against him?

No body dey live in that Dodan barracks Currently wey fit post pics from there to see... Nobody living in Dodan Barracks on Nairaland today?make Una post Pics now

Handsome777:
Honda Civic does not do this o.

Yeah because the Civic has a MacPherson Suspension or something like that!!!

franchasng:
Very honest, brave and simple President. Does not hide anything, he tells you as it is.


My kind of person. We don't hide our feelings to make anybody happy. So long as we are doing the right thing, anybody that wants to be unhappy is free to be.


Donald Trump is doing the right thing. Venezuelan people will enjoy and benefit more partnering with US and allowing US manage their resources for the time being until a credible government is established than leaving it in the hands of drug barons who partner with wicked Chinese.


Same way I wished US government will come and manage our resources and even security, Nigeria will become better than what it is today under soulless Nigerian politicians wrecking Nigeria and plundering our common resources without any visible progress for decades now.


Before you quote me, ask those that have worked with Chinese companies or employers how they were treated, and ask those that have worked with US company how they were treated.


Ever since China bought Adax Petroleum in Nigeria, go and check the welfare of the staffs. Compare it with US owned Chevron or Mobil oil staff welfare and then you will understand that Venezuelan crude oil is better in the hands of America than in the hands of Venezuelan drug cartels working with stingy/racist Chinese and racist Russians.


I speak as someone who has worked with US owned company outside the United States.



Thank you all for your attention to this matter

My Brother you have said it all.

in Telecoms Ask does who work with HUAWEI (China) and those who work with ATC or MAINONE .u will know that dem Chinese are terrible.

Pearl1910:
Take d car for inspection, then they will send a report to ur mail. I will upload that report to the Bolt app for approval

Thanks

Good day Guys
Please what do they mean that vehicle application declined...."Go for inspection"...

I remember that agents use to review cars first before it's Updated has it stopped? is that what they mean by go for inspection?....

Please someone help

minista94:
Okay cool, but I will advise you just your hand brake when you park, so the weight of the car won't rest on your gear... So I heard

It's Not What you "Heard"...it's What it is...break den Neutral den Hand brake den Park...try it you will see that the weight of the car will be transmitted to the Brakes and not the Gear!!!

SpencerForbes:
Banker or private school teacher😎
🚶‍♂️

Bank worker Not Banker
There is Difference my Guy..............................

Kingosytex:
He might still be as he rolls with NBM guys. Most of his cliques are NBM.

Na how dem dey us clean money na...via Church!!!you will see transfer from xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx church in account statement!!!!!

Flexymarketing:
Is there a road from Nigeria to US? Like,I don’t get it. How many days will it take one to get there ?

He'll go through Greenland and Alaska....d fucking cold

Beremx:
No be racoon? Looks like it. Whatever it is, God has answered its prayers

Meerkat...Timon in lion king try and watch Lion king you'll know

ehemwhy:
If you’ve ever read any of Ian Fleming’s James Bond novels, you’ll realise that Daniel Craig’s portrayal is perhaps the closest representation of what Fleming originally intended Bond to be ; a cold hearted British assassin. Unlike the suave, charming spy portrayed in earlier films, Craig brought a grittier, more emotionally detached version to life one that mirrors the hardened, ruthless character Fleming wrote into his books.

George Lazenby comes close.

Who Fleming Book Help?Pierce Brosnan jor