₦airaland Forum

davidylan:
Could you imagine the consequences of the US president stealing from the treasury?

david why you want derail this thread now? why una dey ask difficult questions? na wao

Riskie:
David, all Muslims do not condone foolish behavior (suicide bombings, child marriage etc). I have attended many Jummah services in which Imams openly denounced such activities and expressly tell the congregation that Allah does not want anyone to commit evil acts in His name or "for His sake". Maybe you just never came across these things or perhaps you are simply ignoring them.

is this supposed to be funny? why dont the muslims here condemn vile acts by other muslims instead of excusing it?

she is 3 months pregnant

the average nigerian is more to blame than the leaders. i have said before the so called leaders are from naija not cameron or ghana as most like you beleive

looking for the song sleeping open eye o. still not found the song. i have found some nice people though

epele o

make una continue dis one.

if some of you dont go about sleeping with people you have no business sleeping with you wont be washing drooooooos and knickers. common sence is not common.

you can violate a girls body at will but the piece of cotton called pant is sacred to you. you see how educated and inteligent you are.

another dose of lawlessness

spikedcylinder:
Juju works!!

Or how else does Seun bring so much traffic to Nairaland?

funny

[size=18pt] Spain arrests Nigerian over Al-Qaeda link[/size]
By Agency Reporter
Published: Saturday, 7 Feb 2009

Spanish police have arrested 13 people, including a Nigerian, on suspicion of links to the global terror network, Al-Qaeda, and organised crime. Several Spanish newspapers named the Nigerian as Babatunde Abunbiade.

The arrests were made on Tuesday in a small town located between Barcelona and Valencia.

A police statement quoted by AP said the detainees - 11 Pakistanis, a Nigerian and an Indian - were part of an international cartel involved in drug trafficking, human trafficking and forgery.

According to the statement, the gang stole passports in Spain, sent them to Thailand to be altered and then provided the passports to Al Qaeda and criminal groups around the world. During the raid, codenamed Operation Fish, Spanish police seized dozens of passports, some of them blank and others fake, as well as other materials used for forging documents along with several mobile telephones and computer equipment.

Times of India reports that Indian consular officials have made efforts to speak to the Indian suspects. It adds that they were told that the suspects would be arraigned in court. The police were also said to be investigating if the suspects acted more than suppliers.

The group is believed to have an extensive network with cells in Belgium, Britain, France, Germany, Switzerland and Thailand.

Only last month, the Spanish police arrested six Pakistanis in Barcelona on suspicion of tax fraud and diverting funds to Islamic terror networks. http://www.punchng.com/Articl.aspx?theartic=Art200902075592385

una see bad head boy. as if nigerians dont have enough to worry about

aameyah:
And for those who insist that I do away with chastity,for me to get experience so that I become excellent at 'doing it', I got somethin 4 u, baby. I only said I was A 'V', not an ignorant girl who doesnt know whats up. For ur information, I dont plan on 'dulling my husband' ( God bless his soul, Wherever he is, whoever he is) just because he married a virgin. I am a learner and I read voraciously, and I know basically everythin I need to know in the ways of loving (though I know them by theory). With my husband, what I lack in knowledge, I'll make up for in enthusiasm. And we all know enthusiastic students are the best learners. I will be ready and willing for his loving, wherever, whenever, Il be in love with his lovemaking!

may God bless you and the family that brought you to this world. may God bless the womb that carried you. you make being a woman sensible and dignified. if having sex to test compatibility was all it is meant to be why are most couples who indulged in it miserable world wide? why are they divorcing people they are supposed to be compatible with? just relax. be yourself. it is not rocket science. good and healthy marraiges are hard work. if you want to do it. it is good and worth every effort you put into it. relax and pray always as they say Gods grace wont lead you where He cant keep you. wish you all the best

[size=18pt]Island of sin[/size]
•Untold story of Tarkwa Bay
By HENRY UMAHI (umahi@sunnewsonline.com) and GILBERT EKEZIE
Saturday, February 07, 2009

A first time visitor to Tarkwa Bay, a Lagos island, cannot but marvel at the wonders of nature. Located at the Atlas cove, it is a place to love and to weep for. Indeed, it is an island of fun and shame.

Almost cut off from the glare of the prying eyes, getting to Tarkwa Bay is not a piece of cake. Being an island, it is not a place to go by the lily-livered, especially when the waves are angry as well as raging and the visitor knows nothing about swimming. A trip to the place, from Mekwe beach (jetty) near Bonny Camp on Lagos Island, could only be done by speed canoe. The trip takes only 15 minutes at break neck speed.

No man's land
Tarkwa Bay could pass for a no man’s land. It is unorganized or rather has no definite pattern. Tightly concentrated shacks dot the landscape. Only a few buildings are made of block, most of which were erected by European sailors and slave merchants, who used the place either for leisure or as transit camp. Such buildings are collapsing now and stand like structural sores, especially near the beach area. Narrow stretches of dirty foot parts snake around the place.

There is little or no sign of government presence there, although it falls under the Etiosa/Iru Local Council Development Area of Lagos State. Sitting like a forgotten old woman, Tarkwa Bay has no electricity, safe transportation, police station or industry etc. The community health centre exists only in name. Once in a while, health workers visit, sometimes to immunize the children. The health needs of residents are met by Dr. Paul’s Hospital, which is privately owned and has about five beds. There is no water to drink, even though the place is surrounded by water.

Tarkwa Bay boasts of three primary schools. The Catholic Church runs one of them, while individuals own the other two. The schools, if one could actually describe them as such, operate in deplorable environment that clearly pose danger to the pupils. The roofs are leaking and the floors are not cemented. A signboard of an old generation bank stands in the horizon but there is no other sign of the institution. There is also the empty community hall commissioned by Col. Olagunsoye Oyinlola in 1995.

Splendid beach
Despite the fact that Tarkwa Bay belongs to another age, the culture of enjoyment has evolved there. Fun seekers from the metropolis throng Tarkwa Bay beach, especially during the weekends, just as the residents catch their own fun in their own way. Indeed, Tarkwa Bay has a beautiful beach. Those who want to escape the hustle and bustle of Lagos consider it as an ideal place to chill out. People organize parties and other social activities at the beach, especially wild ones, where sex orgies are cherished. There, you behold the beauty and mystery of nature, as ocean waves billow into the sky, cascading to the shoreline and leaving foamy bubbles that soak into the fine sands.

Fun galore
Stepping into Tarkwa Bay, it is easy to see that the residents are fun loving people. In the evenings, residents and visitors of the Island take to the local gin stalls and beer parlous. Indeed, there is a high number of drinking joints. Some of the most popular ones include Ona’s Bar and Blue Dreams located at Ajegunle.

In the night, Ajegunle, in Tarkwa Bay, is busier than Abule and Okunayo, the other parts of the island. However, in the three locations, which are connected, competition among the beer parlous is keen, as they try to win customers through the quality of services rendered. The services include music, cold drinks and sex. The fun spots play current tunes from within the country and elsewhere. One particular artiste whose music is constantly played is Bayelsa State-born Tumaya.
Indeed, the youths of Tarkwa Bay are in touch with current trends. They dress mainly in jeans, T-shirts canvass and loafers. There are local boutiques that sell the stuff there. Otherwise, they buy from Lagos Island. Like their mates elsewhere, they are crazy about European football leagues. Any time there is a match, the youths congregate at the various viewing centres. Such teams as Chelsea, Arsenal, Manchester United, Barcelona FC and Real Madrid have them as fans. There is also a local football field, where the youths display their skill.

Sex epidemic
At Tarkwa Bay, night is like daytime, especially during the weekends. Fun is without limit. To talk about “zipping up” or sexual restraint in Tarkwa Bay is to talk gibberish. Around every corner, sex crawls like a disease. Pubescent girls and not-so-young ladies dressed in skimpy attires barter their company to men who have money and willing to spend it. It is common to see couples kissing and smooching openly, irrespective of the number of eyes fixed in their direction. Some of the girls hand over sexual favours, just after some drinks. Indeed, sex is cheap at Tarkwa Bay.

To get a girl for sexual satisfaction is simple and easy. What any man in heat needs is to walk into one of the drinking joints and place an “order.” Indeed, the waiters and waitresses at the drinking joints are also pimps. They connect any willing man with girls who are ready for sex any time and anywhere.
When Saturday Sun visited Tarkwa Bay, the experience at Ona’s bar was a journey into iniquity. Our correspondent told the attendant, who gave her name as Esther, that he needed a female company. The waitress smiled and said it was no big deal. Pronto, she called her friend, Queen. Incidentally, there was nothing queenly about Queen, except that she was a hawker of flesh. After taking her seat, she quickly ordered a bottle of Guinness stout and two sticks of Benson & Hedges cigarette. She lit one cigarette and dropped the other inside the cleavage between her two breasts. Then she began guzzling beer, like fish and puffed away her cigarette recklessly.

While our correspondent was walking round the beach, to discover his environment, and wanted to urinate, Queen insisted on holding his manhood for him. When the reporter rejected her offer, she took offence. To prove that urinating in front of a woman or man was no big deal, she pulled down her trousers and began to urinate right in front of the correspondent and in broad daylight, oblivious of passersby. She had no panties under the jeans trousers.

Later, Queen offered our correspondent Indian hemp and said it makes sex “sweeter.” She eventually parted ways with our correspondent when he refused to buy her Indian hemp, as she requested. And to spite the reporter, she bought the stuff herself and puffed away merrily.

With Queen gone, Jane was willing to take her place. A 21-year-old hot head, she had no limit to what she could do. She wore a deep V-necked blouse, with her breasts almost jumping out. Her blouse was short and exposed her navel and the jeans trousers she wore had low flap, which ensured that a part of her buttocks was exposed.

Jane was ready to be kissed and caressed in the open. To prove that sex was a normal thing on the island, she offered to make love to the reporter if he wanted. She pointed out a couple, somewhere not far from where she sat with our reporter, who were engrossed in sex not minding that people were around.

Indeed, residents of Tarkwa Bay seem to be gripped by what could be described as a form of sexual madness. The scenario is like they are enacting a life-drama entitled, “Sodom and Gomorrah.” All over the place, particularly at the popular pubs, half-clad ladies strut their stuff, openly hustling for customers. Desperate for cash, they are ready to do virtually anything to exchange their womanhood for money. The girls entertain their customers in their tiny rooms, where they place flat foams on the floor. Two or three girls share a room and they pay N1,000 each to the shack owners daily. Some of the guests rent chalets at N3, 000 per night. At night, it is common to see couples having sex in dark corners. Sometimes, two couples engage themselves in the same room.

Quickie, otherwise known as “short time,” costs between N500 and N1,200 depending on the man’s pocket or bargaining power. A full nightstand, from 12 am to 5am, goes for between N2,000 and N3,000. It could be less, depending on the understanding between the parties involved. For instance, one of the girls from Warri, who simply identified herself as Mercy, pleaded with our reporter to pay N1,000 and spend the night with her. Of course, that was after she had had six bottles of small Guinness Stout at the reporter’s expense. The lady, who said she was 28 years old, a mother of one and a divorcee, revealed that she needed the money to pay her daily rent.

Mini Nigeria and Liberian connection
Tarkwa Bay is a mini Nigeria, so to say. Almost all the tribes that constitute the federation are fairly represented there. However, ladies from Delta, Edo, Benue, Enugu and Egun (Badagry) hold the flag. There are also foreigners there, especially Liberian girls. In fact, the groove assumes a frenzy dimension in the Liberian quarters. The girls there are more audacious, concealing little or nothing. One of the Liberian girls, who gave her name as Bianca, was an eyeful. With her micro-mini skirt pulled down to her bum, the heavily endowed lady danced erotically for a very long time without a care. Apparently, tipsy and high on drug, she dared the writer to give her a try, saying: “If I didn’t satisfy you, don’t pay.” To show that she was a good marketer, she added: “Come to my room and see for yourself. Seeing is believing.” Her selling point, according to her, is that she was damn good at “blow jobs.”
Bianca is not a lone ranger in the act of seduction. Her sisters from Liberia are top acts. Although many of them are not particularly young, they seem to be saying that age is a number or that experience is an added advantage in sex trade. They woo men, offering their flesh for lower price.

Drug haven
It is not only sex that is hawked like banana in Tarkwa Bay. It appears that clean living is virtually non-existent in the place. The whiff of Indian hemp hangs perpetually in the air as both men and women puff the stuff in the open, all day and night. A wrap of cannabis costs N20 only.
Cocaine is also freely sold and used in the place. A pinch is sold for N200. In fact, it is near impossible to see a youth who is not doing one type of drug or another there. Gambling is also a pastime. In the open, people place bets as they play card games or snooker. Some of the guys are also pimps, arranging customers for the girls.

Hideout for criminals
Tarkwa Bay is also a haven of criminals. Investigation revealed that the place serves as a hideout for criminals. After committing crimes in other places, some of the criminals retreat into Tarkwa Bay to cool off. Also, some of the men are neck deep into pipeline vandalism. In the place, a 50-litre of diesel sells for N2,000.

No police
Tarkwa Bay is in a world of its own. In the entire island, there is not even a single policeman. However, despite this, the residents live in relative peace. Whenever there is conflict among them, they settle it themselves or invite naval personnel from the nearby yard.
According to Bankole, a guard at the Pipeline and Products Marketing Co. Ltd. jetty near Tarkwa Bay, most of the disputes the Navy were invited to settle concerned mainly wife or girlfriend snatching. He said that in Tarkwa Bay, stealing is a taboo or rather very rare. According to him, everybody knows everybody. Moreover, nobody has anything that could be stolen because they are all in need.

Expensive community
Life in Tarkwa Bay is expensive. Perhaps, this has to do with the location of the place. On the island, a bottle of beer is sold at N250. Sachet of water (pure water) costs N10 each. Gold Circle condom goes for N50 a pack. Our tour guide (names withheld) described the situation, in impeccable English, thus: “Really, it is suffering and smiling. I don’t believe that there is anyone living here out of choice; it is a matter of lack of choice. The task of living in Tarkwa Bay presents a huge challenge. I think the situation here reflects the picture of the Nigerian society, where everyone is for himself. Tarkwa Bay is a manifestation of system failure, it is a manifestation of failure of government to live up to its responsibility; we are living in the worst condition, but we are managing to smile.”

The other oddities
There are neither public nor private toilets in Tarkwa Bay. When nature calls, the residents answer at the shoreline and when the waves come, they sweep away the human excreta. Tarkwa Bay also boasts of a handful of lunatics. Perhaps, the most popular among them is a lady simply known as Stella. Although she manifests the telltale signs of insanity, it is not difficult to see that she is beautiful. According to a source, Stella used to be the hottest girl around. She reigned so much that every man wanted to go to bed with her. She was in much demand that she used to pick and choose her men from the pack. In those days, it was gathered, men, who succeeded in sleeping with her boast about their luck.

Saturday Sun gathered that Stella suddenly became mad and has been in that state ever since. Residents revealed that she is a victim of what they called “African Science.” According to them, a spell was cast on her by a jealous competitor. Today, she spends her day perambulating around. At night, she positions herself at the drinking joints, drinking and smoking, courtesy of kind-hearted frolickers, especially those who had had a liaison with her.

When politicians visit
The fact that there are no social amenities does not suggest that government and politicians are ignorant of the existence of Tarkwa Bay. A resident, Mr. Pius Uvuru from Bayelsa State, told Saturday Sun that during elections, politicians come there to canvass for votes, promising to open up the place and provide such things, as water, schools and hospitals. He, however, said, regrettably, that nothing is ever done.

Cry for help
It would appear that the commercial sex workers in Tarkwa Bay are not really contented with their occupation. Some claim that given the opportunity, they would turn a new leaf. Twenty-one-year-old Peace told our reporter she had no peace of mind selling her flesh. She said: “I was tricked into prostitution by an aunt. She brought me to Lagos, promising to give me a good future. But things changed when I got to Lagos and she put me in a hostel at Apapa, where men come to sleep with us after paying to her. I had to run away from there and came to this place because I reasoned that if I must be a hustler, I have to be my own boss. I am afraid that if she catches me, she could take her pound of flesh, that’s why I’m hiding here. I hope to learn a vocation, like fashion designing, when I save enough money. This is no way to live. My parents will be ashamed if they find out.”
In the same vein, Mercy, a trained hairdresser, said she was ready to practise her vocation if she could raise enough money to set up shop. In fact, two days after the meeting, Mercy called the reporter, pleading: 'Please, come and take me out of here.”

Churches to the rescue
Whereas government is toying with the social needs of the people, as it were, churches are springing up to deal with their spiritual welfare. Among them are Bible Life Church, Our Lady of Tarkwa Bay Catholic Church, Cherubim and Seraphim, Assemblies of God Church, International Pentecostal Holiness Church and Evangel Pentecostal Church.

Indeed, the leaders of Evangel Pentecostal Church are hoping to bring much righteousness at Tarkwa Bay. It was gathered that the church decided to locate a branch on the island after one of its leaders, responding to dirty tales from the island, visited. He was said to have wept over the immortality in the place. He had promised that do something to help the resident forego their sinful ways.
At present, the church has erected a church and is planning massive evangelism on the island.  http://www.sunnewsonline.com/webpages/news/national/2009/feb/07/national-07-02-2009-01.htm

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SeanT21:
This is news to me.I never heard of an application with the country name on it.WTF!!~~That is wrong!!

you have to make a special rule for dishonest and theiving nigerians. you take a risk every time you recommend a nigerian for anything.

tpia:
sounds weird and illegal imo, but I'm not sure what goes in Britain.

anyway, the girl should have stated she was Nigerian on the application, since they asked. She only gave the employers an excuse to call her another typical dishonest Nigerian. If she's going to claim non-Nigerian or black british, then she should have the documents to back it up.

well, they have to protect themselves. Too much fraud on the web.

you dont say. Thats news to me. I think it depends on the amount you're sending, and it doesnt only apply to Nigeria. In any case, they have to protect themselves too.

seriously, is there a law saying people shouldnt use common sense when dealing with others? Just because someone is black doesnt mean he's your brother.

I sympathize with the lady but why was she so trusting of total strangers?  this is money we're talking about.

unless she was dating them sha.

there is always compassion that makes you want to help people you feel are vulnerable. it is not a crime to help people in need. our people know how to take advantage. i used to do things like that without asking questions. you eventually get pushed to the point you re work your strategies/principles. no matter how much they cry now i tend not to hear that much. thankfully we are no more in london and dont attend naija church no more.

[size=20pt]Finding romance in what is—and what isn’t Isn’t It Romantic?[/size]
by Camerin Courtney

Finding romance in what is—and what isn’t
February 3, 2009 |

I’m in my kitchen trying to ignore the dark chocolate Toblerone bar calling my name when I hear it. A jazz trio. I listen closely for a moment to try to figure out where it’s coming from. My neighbor on that side of my apartment had been playing Sinatra earlier, so I suspect him—but no. This is live—and, I finally realize, coming from one of the restaurants across the alley.

I open the back door to the deck that wraps around our apartment building and listen briefly to the jazzy tune. As I refill my water glass, the reason for my kitchen trip, I suddenly blurt out, “God, how awesome would it be to have a man to pop out on my deck and enjoy this little moment with?”

I’m surprised by my outburst. Even though I’m a 30something never-married single woman, I wouldn’t classify myself as a hopeless romantic. But I can picture the moment just the same—sitting on my plastic deck chairs silently savoring the impromptu concert. Or even getting up and slow dancing just a bit. Sharing our own little movie moment. I let a dreamy sigh escape from my lips before returning to Spanglish, my rented Saturday night entertainment.

Forty-five minutes later I’m back in the kitchen for a snack. The music remains, and this time I can’t resist its lure. I grab a sweatshirt and my Sketchers, making me a mis-matched wonder. Before heading outside, I forage in my fridge for anything at all matching the moment, and find a half-empty bottle of sparkling grape. I’m amazed to find that by some freak of nature, it’s still fizzy. I pour some into one of my “fancy glasses” and head outside.

It’s one of those rare warm days in the middle of a long winter where there’s almost an electricity in the air. I peek down over the ledge of my third-floor apartment to figure out which restaurant is sporting the great music, and silently hope my party-animal neighbors are out for the night and don’t find me lurking in the dark alone dressed in a crazy get-up at 10:30 on a Saturday night. I giggle at the thought of getting “caught” at this, and then settle into one of my plastic chairs just as a saxophone solo starts.

I sip and smile and feel an odd mixture of joy and … melancholy. Melancholy because it’s a beautiful Saturday and I spent the day alone cleaning my apartment and doing laundry. Melancholy because I had a Me Night last night, too. Melancholy because I let a couple of romantic possibilities slip through my fingers lately. It was the right thing to do in both cases, but doing the right thing has led me here—in the dark on my deck sipping miraculously still-sparkly grape juice and listening to dreamy music on a Saturday night … alone.

While I’m not a hopeless romantic, I do recognize our need for romance in our lives. For feeling special and savored and tingly every now and then. And for the life of me I don’t know how to get that without a romantic prospect in my life. For some reason, tonight I’m feeling that lack. Something in the warm night air, the dreamy music, the sneaky peek I have of it all from my third-floor perch calls for romance. And I can’t answer.

For a moment I let myself enjoy the exquisite ache, knowing full well that sometimes the anticipation and longing for something are better than the actual acquiring or fulfilling. Today the ache is what I have, so the ache I enjoy.

I think of my friend Jan, who used to mentally decorate her imaginary house. When we were at a flea market years ago and I was admiring a chair I wouldn’t be able to afford for years, if ever, she told me what she did in such moments: pick out all the lovely things she admired but couldn’t afford at the time and mentally place them in the appropriate room of her imaginary house. Knowing Jan and her good taste, I just knew it was a lovely place. And that day, I started filling my own “home in my head.”

In that spirit, I close my eyes and picture this moment in my mental married life. Ever so briefly I allow my mind to go there, to see us dancing that slow dance, to see him noticing my shivers when a cool breeze bursts down the alley and warming me with an embrace.

Now, I’m not naïve enough to think that if I was married or if I was seriously seeing someone that things would be any different. He might hate to dance or say it’s too cold or weird. I know some married women could be out here alone, too, wishing for a spouse who’s more romantic or attentive or spontaneous.

And maybe that’s the point—being able to enjoy life’s occasional romantic moments as is, no matter what. To allow that brief moment of wishing for what isn’t, and then choosing to savor and be thankful for what is.

Tonight what is is a surprise backdoor concert with a clear blue-black sky, the happy noises of restaurant chatter and clinking glasses, a fun fizzy drink, the clickety-clack of the nearby commuter train, a wonderfully quaint neighborhood to call home, a lofty perch from which to take it all in.

What does romance look like in your life? http://blog.todayschristianwoman.com/editors/2009/02/isnt_it_romantic.html

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Comments

Camerin, funny how your post today mirrored my thoughts today. And I'm married! My hubbie and I have been crashing through life lately, and our times together haven't really been "together" - I'm craving romance today. Wanting to feel special to someone. So I told my hubbie. He emailed me back and said, "Let's watch 'House' together tonight. Nothing fancy, but at least it's a start. So, I know you know, but even married people crave what you do. You're a great writer.

Posted by: Lucille Zimmerman on February 3, 2009

Sigh!!!
It's going to be a lonely Valentines Day for me this year (unless something happens in the next week). Actually I generally avoid Valentines Day because there's never been anyone. I'm thinking about my singleness more this week because I'm about to have my 27th birthday. I know your in your 30's but this is big for me right now.
The extent of romance in my life as a vicarious association via romance novels, chick flicks and watching the lives of those around me.
I currently live with my parents, and although I am glad they demonstrate love to each other, I often wish they wouldn't do so in front of me.
Thanks for your insights, Camerin. They have been and are very helpful.

Posted by: Beth on February 3, 2009

A fav song, a chick-flick, a long drive home alone can sparkle a thingling longing to have someone to love, to hug, to laugh with in life. Yes, too much ME time can be overwhelming, I agree.

maybe this longing has a surprise at its end, and all dreams are no longer imaginery. And that's when we truely cherish its presence in our life.

Thanks for this light & refreshing post, I can feel my soul resonating with yours as I read it!

Posted by: Libby on February 4, 2009

Well stated. Well lived. Great honesty and applicable lesson. THANK YOU! And yes, as already stated, married women can relate--even after they've been married nearly 40 years!

ROSES ARE RED
VIOLETS ARE BLUE
I'M HAPPY THIS POST
WAS RENDERED BY YOU! xo

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY.

Posted by: Charlene Ann Baumbich on February 4, 2009

Sometime I would get that desire to have a romantic moment and wonder 'why not me'. Because I was single, why did all the couples get flowers and go on dates to nice restaurants. Despite being single, I wanted those things too. Then it dawned on me, why not me? Just because I didn't have a boyfriend? God sees me as a beautiful bride, a princess. So at those times, I'd pick (or buy) myself a few flowers, cook a nicer dinner, light a few candles and have a nice dinner with Jesus. Knowing that He is always there, I can converse with Him and eat with Him. It always reminded me that He loves who I am and who He's made me to be. That someday if it was His will, He would bring a special person into my life. Years later, He has, but I still look back with fondness at those dates with Jesus.

Posted by: anonymous on February 4, 2009

I really enjoyed reading this piece. It is so true that you can have a romantic moment by yourself, or with Jesus. I know the wanting, the desire to have someone to fill that empty space. I've been alone for 5 years and recently started dating someone. This will be the 1st Valentine I will actually be with someone in a long time. hopefully it is romantic, but with the Lords blessing I dont have to worry about it!

Posted by: Leanda on February 5, 2009

Flexyblade:
Na waoo!! Ayeesha has made me a public toaster. Anyway nothin good comes easy, there must b sacrifices b4 victory. Ayeesha dear i can asure u i hav a mind of my own, if only u get 2 know me. My dear, [size=18pt]aside being myself i'll b who ever u want me 2 be[/size]. I'm not shy 2 say; i'm realy startin 2 like u more. I pray n hope u ar real

you  just keep loosing the plot. where waz you when my granny needed a boy freind? are you really 16?

ayeesha:
i am too old and too poor for you.

plus what will happen to your batallion?

@ flexi bobo, wait till you get older i beg.

Kobojunkie:
Are you new to this planet? Even here in America, I mean people know that there are definitely the honest ones among us but they are well aware of the high level of 419 crimes perpetrated by Nigerians around.

most nigerians are ugly rumours. sad we will do anything for money. the stories in the article are small. it is sad i dont know how we think we can get away with doing all these stupidity all over the world and get away with it.

the incovinience of of being nigerian is too much. people from the top are theives per excellence so you expect something lower from the ones below but you find them trying to out do themselves. the number of nigerians in the prison system in europe is unbelievable

Flexyblade:
Ok!! Jamace its a good advise, i wish nice n humble girls where easy 2 find these days. I'll keep on lookin anyway

jamace:
Ol boy change gear naa. This Ayeesha girl na heavy hill to climb o. There are other willing souls naa. Look well well o.

no change gear i beg u bros. this jamace boy wan make u miss your blessing big time. ayeesha fit you well well. una go born fine pickin enjoy life too.

just imagine mrs ayeesha flexiblade. posh abi?

insecurity. if you want him to trust you throw your phone away

churches toooooooooooooooooo preeeeeeeeenty 4 naija

ibb again

you can see why our country is littered with fatherless kids recking the whole place with violence.

aus123:
Are u looking 4 a guy that will bear ur responsibility and ur siblings inclusive? O girl! Have re think,

how did you work that out? you guys are so small minded you dont see anymore

plappville:
I am ok in telling the truth, that was the reason why i came here, what i am not sure of is the ourcome of telling it, all Dsame thks for ur concern.

relax my dear sister. if nigeria had just 5% of people like you that feel guilty over matters like this it would have been a better place.

the devil has a way of magnifying things like this. relax God always see to it that you are okay

ayeesha:
i have 12 siblings and i`m the first child , if you are also from a poor home, how am i going to cope? ^{*these things all have to be taken into consideration you know*}

this is funny. o boy pop the kwuersion quick

plappville:
Thank u for this wonderful words, my old woman is kind, she has never been a borden, she desarve even more.

plappville:
U don't understand, i saw hall and pains befor i left Nigeria, i ve always wished to study fear but i couldn't becos of lack of fund, dad wasn't there to help and the senior once weren't ready to help as they were been lazy to work. So i got the opportunity to make a good living for me and still extend it to them and u want me to throw it in the dustbin?? think befor u talk.

@ everybody, i am not here to exposed my family because i know how some members insulted me once for bring family matters here, if u ve bordens and needed to do away wit it, u ve to share it with people, and beside's this is a family section so i see nothing wrong in posting my worries here as long as i can get releaf of it.

learn to ignore some people here. if travelling was easy every fowl do we do chicken in naija now? would have travelled. take care of yourself and do whatever you need to do to have a happy blessed family. some idiots here steal and kill and dont feel guilty about it.