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This is the best time to pray than believe on yor effort.Truth of the mata is dat der is dat 99percent chance dat federal xter will b applied to it.dat is 2 say if all South south pass nd all North central fail.Don't tink all d south south will b called for an interview,bc,they must employ from all 6 geo-pols zone,meaning if d highest in north central is 40 ova 100 he wud b shortlisted for an interview.n if d worst of d south south is 70,don't b surprised if he is not go.ANYWAY this is my opinion sha.

Happinext:
It seems majority of those that re-applied only got the sms without the letters. Just my theory.

Ur assumptn might b right,unless some1 proves otherwise.But I tink we get oursefs (dose who r yet 2 get email nd parcel) so worried.Truth of d mata is PCL will av d list of those schedule for a center on that day.so I am very sure and strongly believe that SMS wit ur ID Card is enough,cos in 2011,I remeba dat they had d list of those scheduled 2 write @ the center.so rest ur mind, nd prepare well for the test,as for me I am not leaving my house to go and locate any courier that hasn't gotten in touch wit me.MAY GOD crown us wit SUCCESS according to HIS WILL For tHose He wants to work @ NNPC! AMEN

prettyuwakwe:
Worwo couple.

Y are you like this..can you create a man or a woman.you now abuse them.May God forgive you for calling His creature worwor.

Just finished doing some reading and I came across this true story nd I tot I shud share wit odas..its bn title by a close friend pause and think.read as follows

PAUSE AND THINK

Something interesting happened on my way to Oshodi this morning. At the park this rough mean-looking conductor also known as “agbero” in Yoruba was screaming for passengers, his vernacular oscillating between Yoruba and pidgin English.

“Oshod! Oshod!” He shouted angrily as I along with some other passengers scuttled for seats. There was this beautiful young lady who couldn’t throw caution and decorum to the wind but waited patiently until the bus was almost filled. Then she pleaded to sit by the agbero until somebody came down then she would pay for a proper seat.

The agbero didn’t even look at her pretty face, he hissed and shouted to the driver to move that why didn’t she rush when others were rushing. The girl started pleading in Yoruba and clean ‘oyinbo’ english; “please, ejó, help me out sir, I know you are a good man, never mind all this shout you have been shouting (people burst into laughter). Let me sit by your side please”.

Finally with much squeezing of face the agbero relented and she sat beside him. It was a tight squeeze but she didn’t complain but rather started praising the agbero. He in turn started teasing her, speaking (and sometimes spitting by mistake) into her face but the girl never looked away, she never let the smile leave her face. He asked her where she worked and she replied that she was a student in the University of Lagos (UNILAG) studying accounting. He teased her in Yoruba about her boyfriend and car (maybe asking why her boyfriend didn’t drop her at her destination…she laughed it off and continued to gist with the guy in Yoruba.

When she reached her junction the agbero alighted the bus for her to come down. She did and paid her transport fare, then the agbero told her to give him a peck on the cheek for being so ‘gentlemanly’. At this point some of us became indignant, haba! He had been teasing her since, he should let her go. Another argument almost ensued between the agbero and the passengers although it was not as if the agbero was really serious, he told her to go. Then it happened! She jumped forward and gave him a peck on the cheek! We all shouted, the agbero was quiet out of surprise. She then waved bye and ran down to her street.

The driver and other people started to hail the agbero, see hailing! The guy was just forming boss, saying he knew he was irresistible etc and others were yabbing (taunting) him, some were yabbing the girl and we moved on and suddenly the bus was quiet, show over. Then the agbero put his head down and became uncharacteristically quiet. The driver soon asked the guy why he wasn’t calling out bus-stop abi the girl don do am jazz (cast a spell on him). The agbero said something in Yoruba I didn’t get and then his voice became emotional and believe it or not HE STARTED CRYING. Others were now consoling him in Yoruba. When I asked what the problem was, the lady beside me explained that the agbero said he just realised he would never be able to get a girl like that in his life because he’s an uneducated bus conductor and she was going to be a graduate. He was weeping because he knew no girl of her class might ever do to him what that girl just did, to touch a dirty person like himself; that the girl is nice and well brought-up and if he had money he would have chased after her. So the passengers were consoling him in Yoruba that he would go higher in life and be able to marry a girl like that. He should not cry because itwas not the end of the road for him.

That really touched me.

For a moment in that agbero’s life, his facade of a street thug fell away and he was a vulnerable emotional aspiring young man, just like everybody else.

@alfredosky nd @dybaba..av 4warded 2 u guys

@ Pitosky thanks man.God reward your effort..

Pls can some1 also be of help 2 me nd 4ward d past question 2 josephcudjoe2002@yahoo.com. God bless the Good samaritan

Wow! This is a MUST read story! I came across this piece online and
not sure who wrote it, but it’s a great story with a solid lesson to teach
and a reminder to every woman. I know its quite lengthy, but Please
continue reading and don’t forget to share…..someone out there might need
this!

“Biyi hasn't worked for that long?” Dayo’s voice drips with resentment.
“For real?” “He’s been trying,” I say in feeble attempt to defend my
husband. “You know how the economy is.”
…My husband and I had vowed never to bring in a third party into our
relationship but with a bank account screaming for revival, I need to
share my burden with someone else. I grip the phone. Dayo is unusually
quiet. “You still there?” I ask. “Hello?” “I am here,” she says. “I just
didn't know things were this bad. And all this while, I thought Biyi was
providing for the home.” But he is, I argue silently. Well, maybe not
financially for now, but in every way else, Biyi is a rock. “It’s not that
bad.” My words sound frail. Dayo clucks her tongue. “You might as well be
a widow.”

The words hit me like a fist. “Na you I blame,” she continues, oblivious
to the damage her words have caused.
“Me? Why?” She is blaming me for this? Seriously?
“Why do you keep paying the bills?”
“Because there is no one else to do it,” I protest, upset.
“For real? He drives your car too?”
“He needs it,” I mutter. “To attend job interviews and stuff. He gets back
late sometimes.”
“How late are you talking?
“Nine, ten…ish.”

Dayo pauses for a second. “I hate to say this gurl, but your husband is
spending your money on another woman.” Whoa! Hang on. Where did that come
from? “Haba, Dayo. Biyi would never—” “Look, I know men,” she slices in.
“You are his money-bag and he will take you for a ride as long as it
takes. Where is your dignity, gurl?” Ride. Dignity. Moneybag. Ouch. “But
he’s a good guy,” I manage. Can my husband be using me? It had never
crossed my mind in the past, but I now wonder if Biyi is actually having
an affair.

“I trust my wonderful Dennis…,” Dayo is saying. I barely listen. My eyes
are on the clock. It’s almost midnight and Biyi isn’t home. I force myself
to hear what Dayo is saying about Dennis Ono, her multimillionaire-oil-
company-golden-husband. Gosh I envy her life, her perfect marriage. “My
marriage is wonderful,” Dayo says, as if in affirmation to my undeclared
words. “But only because I show Dennis who the boss is. He cannot try
nonsense with me. Abi, you think it’s easy to get ten thousand pounds a
month as pocket money?” She really gets ten grand a month? That’s like, my
entire annual salary in my crappy job plus bonuses. Life is unfair.
Honestly.

“I am Biyi’s wife,” I say. “I cannot just desert him.” Or can I? At this
rate… “In that case,” there is an edge to her voice now, “give him an
ultimatum. He gets a job in two weeks or you are out of that marriage.”
“Look, I know his type,” she says with conviction. “He conveniently won’t
get a job as long as you keep dishing out your money.”
“But—” “Starve him,” she adds. “No sex. Make life hell. You are not an ATM
machine.”
Keys jangle in the hallway. Biyi is home. “Talk later,” I say to Dayo.
“He’s back.” “Stand your ground,” Dayo whispers menacingly. “Ultimatum.
Two weeks.” I hang up with a sigh.

My husband is leaning against the door frame. For a second my heart
falters. He looks tired, drawn. But Dayo’s words punctuate my compassion.
“Where have you been?” Biyi gives me a side smile. “No hug?” I jerk my
head at the wall clock.” Its midnight.” “I had a job interview in
Birmingham,” he says. “I called to tell you I was stuck in traffic but I
kept getting your voicemail. What’s wrong?” I cock my head.
Is that a whiff of female perfume? It is. Dayo is right. He has been with
another woman. With my car. Spending my money. My head spins. “Biyi,” I
glare at him, “Where are you coming from?” He steps back, surprised. “I
went to Birmingham—”
“Did you get it?” I screech. “The job?”
Biyi shakes his head. “I didn't”

This is the last straw. I wrench my hand out. “My car keys.”
He gives me a hard level stare. “What is wrong with you, Toni? Did I
offend you?”
“Pass my keys!”
He thrusts the car keys into my palm. I push past him, grab my duffel
bag and stuff my overnight things into it. I know I am acting crazy but I
have to show him that I would not be taken for a ride. That I am not a
moneybag. That I have dignity. I zip the bag up and spin around. My
husband is staring at me. “Is everything all right with you, sweetheart?”
“Get out of my way.”
“Where are you going with that bag?”
“I need to clear my head.” I am still yelling.
“Can we talk first?” Biyi suggests.
“I don’t want to talk. Get out of my way.”
He moves out of my path. I swipe a hand across my face, smearing my cheeks
with mascara. “Don’t look for me. I will be back when my head clears.” I
rush out of the house, jump into my car. My rage doubles as the feminine
scent permeates the car. He has been with a woman in my car. I feel like
an idiot.

I pull up in front of Dayo’s mansion. Her husband’s Porches is in the
driveway, and the porch lights illuminate my dreary form as I reach the
door. I ball my fists to knock, but a scream freezes the motion.
“Kill me!” I hear Dayo scream. “Good for nothing idiot. Womaniser of the
century!” Whoa. Momentarily, I am unable to move. My hand hovers in the
air. Dull thuds, muffled screams. Dennis curses. “I warned you never to
serve me stew that is not freshly cooked!”
“Am I your slave?” Dayo yells back. “If you want fresh stew, get your PA
to cook it for you. Or you think I don’t know about her? You think…”
Dayo’s words are silenced by another thump. My hands fall to my side as a
flurry of blows stifle her cries. I want to call the police, do
something…anything. But I cannot move. And so I shut my eyes tight and
listen as my friend is pummelled by her husband. The beating stops. I
should dash to my car, but something holds me back. “I am sorry I got you
upset darling,” Dayo finally says. Her voice is laced with pain. “It is my
fault. I should have cooked for you. Toni wouldn't let me get off the
phone…its her fault.”
“Next time you talk to me like that, I will tattoo a punch on your
forehead,” Dennis growls. “Get into the kitchen and make me fresh stew.
And do something about that leech you call a friend.”
That is enough for me. I sprint back to my car and drive home.

A knock sounds on the window. Biyi. I wind down and he gives me a smile.
“Head clear now?” he asks. “Leave me alone,” I mutter. Dayo’s wonderful
Denis beats her up? And she never mentioned?
“I will leave you alone in two seconds,” Biyi says. There is a twinkle in
his eyes. “But first, get out of the car.” I oblige, grudgingly. “What?”
He reaches under the car seat and pulls out a small basket. “I didn't come
home straight from the interview. I stopped over at the Perfume shop to
get you this.” He hands the basket over. Inside is a range of exotic
feminine perfumes and a small card. I pull the card open, read the words:
“Thank you for your support during the hardest times of my life! I love
you.”
“That’s why I was late,” he explains as he pulls me into a warm embrace.
“You have been so good to me, Toni. I couldn't have asked for a better
wife.” I can’t reply. My throat is lumpy.
“When you left the house to clear your head, I got a call back from the
recruiter,” he says with a beam. “God answers prayers, babe. I got the
job. It’s a package you won’t believe. Let’s go in. I’ll tuck you into bed
and you can tell me what’s bothering you?”

I awaken to a text message from Dayo. “Denis is flying me to Seychelles
this weekend. This is what you get when you stand your ground. You have to
be a no nonsense gurl! Don’t you just love my life? Ciao sweetheart.”
I type a quick response back: “Ciao! and i deleted her number right away.

Now, this is one story every woman should read. The grass is never greener
on the other side, best believe that. No matter how good a friend’s
marriage it, NEVER EVER compare it with yours. It’s DEADLY and could cost you
so much!

The contestants in the first beauty pageant in the book of Esther were VIRGINS, They were BEAUTIFUL, they were YOUNG, yet they had to go through the test of character to determine who should be the queen. You don’t get the best marriage or partner by just being a young beautiful virgin, you need inner character and favour.

The ten virgins in the parable Jesus gave, were pure, yet not all entered to meet the bride groom. The wise had extra oil, the foolish did not. Do you have extra oil enough to carry you though your marriage?

The extra oil could be capacity to sustain marital pressure, character, skills,
diplomacy, grace, knowledge, maturity, prayers etc. We acquire all these in preparations
towards marriage through books, seminars, mentor-ship, counselling, personal upbringing etc.

Virginity is not enough, you need extra oil. Your virginity ends after the wedding, what keeps the marriage is the extra oil you have. Virginity is important too (primary or secondary) else the people in my two stories were called on the basis of virginity, but not all were chosen.

You need more than just virginity to keep a marriage. While you strive to keep your
bed undefiled before marriage, either as a man or a woman, also strive to acquire the wisdom, favour, knowledge, character, extra oil needed for the journey of marriage because it’s a lifetime course which only VIRGINITY cannot sustain, so it is important to strike the balance.

Marriages can crumble if we don't have these extra oil.

Do enjoy your weekend

Houseofglam7: Your sex says 'M' and you're preaching about your "husband"







He's not coming back, he just changed his sexuality.....he's straight now.

Sum1 help her pls with the definition of fiction

callmespices: Is this really happening to you or its just a copy and paste?? Just a question though


Back to your post, u made the most stupid mistake of your life and it's obvious your husband already moved on, just give him time and pray * my 1 kobo though*

Not real,Not Copy and Paste...Pure Fiction just to pass a message

callmespices: Is this really happening to you or its just a copy and paste?? Just a question though


Back to your post, u made the most stupid mistake of your life and it's obvious your husband already moved on, just give him time and pray * my 1 kobo though*

Not real,Not Copy and Paste...Pure Fiction

ITS FICTION

I Can't believe it! In less than 3 days I would be walking down the isle with my heartthrob.
It all began wen he wooed and chased me practically everywhere on campus, then we were both in our second year. He was the cool headed type, very calm, down to earth "boi o boi" the list is endless. While I on the other hand, I was a bit crazy and wanted to be everywhere at the same time. Every body kept asking me how come I have this calm dude so bent on me. All through school I enjoyed taking him for a ride, surprisingly he was always there to nurture me back to life when ever I got hurt. Four years after school and his still around, finally I have giving him my words and here we are, going to the alter. Taking a stroll, am asking myself do I really want to get married to him for love or do I want to marry him cos his been there all these years?


Immediately after the wedding, I became the faithful wife, did everything I could to make him feel comfortable and happy, boi! They say "marriage is hard work" but here I was, enjoying every bit of my marriage without much stress. My husband was always there, think he has even become more loving and caring after the wedding.
As usual, my Thursdays are for shopping and running about the market to get food stuffs for the weekend, how I wish I could have a house maid in the house, but Oga ( my husband) doesn't want to hear such. Am done with the market when I suddenly hear my name KEMI, that voice sounds so familiar but I felt this is a market place, we could very well have over a thousand Kemis' in this place, but the voice calls again KEMI a.k.a Queen K at that, I turn and lo and behold my uni big boi ( my X way back in skul). Like lightening had struck, I stood! everything around me seemed to have stopped. He quickly helped grab my bag before it items fell out. Were have you been all this years was all I could say, he asked if I came in a car, I said no. He offered to take me home. Hmmmmm that's were the problem of my marriage began. We started going out, hanging out more at the expense of my marriage. All my friends and colleagues were strongly against it but I told them its my life, they should mind their business.
My husband noticed the changes n kept asking what the problem was but I told him I was fine and that he should leave me. He later found out that I had been seeing T.J. He begged, cried, even promised me the whole world but I was too foolish, I pushed him aside and continued.
One fine day, he (my husband) came home early and caught T.J down in his boxers. I was thinking he was going to rain down the heavens, to my greatest surprise, he just walked out and didn't come back for 2 whole weeks. I tried calling his numbers, at first he stopped picking then it went to number not available. After 2 weeks, I heard the sound of his car and went to open the door, he walked in calmly and said these words "Sweetheart I Love U, but I can't stay here, and trust me I don't want to do what I really feel like doing, but for the sake of peace, am leaving". And that was it, I just stood there transfixed, as much as I tried to move or mortar words, they didn't form neither could I hear myself.
Five years down memory lane, T.J traveled back to the U.S, leaving me to my fate. Just yesterday I attended a conference were I saw my husband talking n laughing with friends I don't even know. I have learnt in the very hard way. My husband never remarried despite pressure from family and friends, I want him back home! God, I so miss him. All I ask is five minutes with him for him to know I have changed, JUST FIVE MINUTES.

Am enganged in this hot argument on which is a better game btw Fifa nd PES,so I decided to throw it online 2 know which youu prefer.For me,I prefer PES...

DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES
I’m not about to recount the Hollywood seasonal movie. I am not even sure if I saw a complete episode of the film but as I read Isaiah chapter four, I saw desperate ladies. And interestingly I have seen this level of desperation all in a bit to get married among ladies of my time. The unfortunate thing is that most ladies can’t tell the difference between being in love and being desperate neither can they separate determination from desperation. They reduce themselves to a boyfriend cook, sometimes his dry-cleaner or even go and live with him. Most often than not,when a lady clocks 25 and she is yet to
be engaged, she becomes a desperado and employ all manner of tactics to get any monkey in trouser to marry (and a monkey is a monkey no matter how much love you show him … to him banana is sweeter than honey). When a man doesn’t want you,
nothing you do will make him stay. If you eventually get him to marry you, he will keep you at home as madam and sleep around with other girls and make marriage unbearable for you to the extent that you begin to detest the marriage you highly esteemed while you
were single. Desperation is a ‘repeller’ It can get you a man but not a husband, it can
get you a house but not a home, it can get you money and keep you mourning. Help me tell someone close by, that there is no need for the rush! My definition of desperation in this context is… getting your self esteem to be tampered with all in the name of
keeping a man.

I will like to show you from God’s word some symptoms of desperation that won’t get you far in life. Let’s give some flesh SYSTEMATICALLY to each phrase in…

Isaiah 4:1. And in that day seven
women shall take hold of one man,
saying, we will eat our own bread and
wear our own cloth: only let us be
called by your name, to take our
reproach.

1. COMPETITION WITH OTHER GIRLS: (And in that day SEVEN WOMEN…) In this scenario, your fiancé flirts with girls around and whenever you confront him, he cajoles you and say something like ‘you know I can’t help girls flocking around me, you are the only one I love, I’m only cooling off with others’. So you feel special and lucky to be selected amidst several ladies and since you don’t want to lose him, you console yourself with ‘he will change when we are married’… but listen babe, you have simply been maga and you just give him license to commit adultery in marriage. You are not in love, you are simply desperate.

2. SHE PURSUES (shall take HOLD…)
A lady has no business to take hold or pursue a man. So you feel you needed to help him propose because you think he is shy, listen, any guy that is not decisive enough to ask you out, he’s not qualified to be your man (because if he feels inferior to ask you out then he might not be able to take superior decision for your relationship) Shikena! It is a low self esteem that makes a woman run after a man. The ugly part is that if you started it you have to maintain it. A man is wired by God to pursue and a woman is wired to respond, when you switch that role you create a leadership vacuum. It might be contemporary to ask out a man but it is neither ethical nor scriptural. Whoever initiate the relationship is responsible for its sustenance.

3. SHE LOOKS UP TO MEN (take hold of a MAN…): To this kind of babe, every good looking guy is a potential husband. She attends every event in search for a suitor. She interprets every kind gesture of brothers in her fellowship as show of interest. She assumes relationship even when the guy has not proposed and feel jilted, used and dumped when he later introduces his fiancée…it is called ‘holding on to men’… but actually you were meant to hold on to God. Your scripture should be ‘I will look up to the hill where my spouse comes from, my husband comes from the Lord who makes heaven and earth.

To be continued .....

He hinged his argument on the decision of entertainment stars in the country such as Mavin boss, Don Jazzy, Nollywood Diva, Genevieve Nnaji, Project Fame revelation, Iyanya, sensation half of singing duo, Psquare, Peter Okoye among others to join the Ice Bucket Challenge, stressing that their action demonstrate their inferiority complex and eagerness to follow the path of Western celebs.
He urged them to re-channel their energy to campaign against diseases and challenges in Nigeria such as the Ebola Virus Disease.
It will be recalled that Don Jazzy, Genevieve, Inyanya, Peter Okoye have taken part in the Ice Bucket challenge.
The Ice bucket challenge is an activity involving dumping a bucket of ice water on one’s head or donating to the ALS Association in the United States. It went viral throughout social media during the Northern Hemisphere summer of 2014.
The action is aimed at raising money for research into ALS (amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, a form of motor neurone disease) and in the UK to raise money for the Motor Neurone Disease Association and Macmillan Cancer Support.
But braving freezing water is not enough, a small donation is also expected and so far #icebucketchallenge has raised more than $22.9 million for charity.
After an icy soaking the participant then nominates two or three further people to undertake the challenge within 24 hours. Those who forfeit the challenge must donate a larger sum of money to a good cause.
Read Charles Novia’s tweets below:

Outspoken Nollywood critic, Charles Novia is not a happy man because most Nigerian celebrities are suffering from second class mentality.

http://www.vanguardngr.com/2014/08/charles-novia-berates-second-class-genevieve-don-jazzy-psquare-others/

After reading this,I quite agreed wit him

So Scriptural,this the kind of lifestyle Solomon Lived

As a man can you marry a lady whose income is more than yours? Then as a lady can you marry a man with lower income?

*intervention

I served in Kogi state...My fear for dat state based on d LGA I served Is it needs an urgent intervation from its Govt.A LG where an average skool where by 80% of its staffs are Corpers...worst of all in subjects dat needs a constant personnel 2 teach students such as maths nd English.well as d saying goes..."God dey"

THE ALL

TRADELYN: Perhaps the guy is 'Fake' not 'good.'...that is if he stays with her for long (that means he's pleased with her).

Well, many real good guy would make attempts at changing her. If she is unwilling to change, he will SURELY dump her even before she knows


#Amos 3:3 [Can two work together unless...]

Thanks Tradelyn for the well informed reply

Many ladies do say things like "Gud men are hard to find & Nothing like true love" My question is

i. If u find one, will u be able to receive him ?

ii. Will ur character inspire him to spend d rest of his life with u ?

iii. Will ur values line up with those of a Good Man ?

iv. Will ur conversations engross him or appeal him ?

v. If he is in good physique will u be as well ?

vi. Will he luk @ ur lifestyle & want to be part of it ?

vii. Or will he pray dat u one day find d strength to rise above it ?

viii. Are u after his money or wealth

We dont attract wat we want in dis life, we attract who we are so, IF A GOOD MAN IS TRULY HARD TO FIND, my suggestion would be dat u stop looking for him and START LOOKING FOR THE GOOD WOMAN WITHIN UR-SELF!

CNN) - A Liberian man who was hospitalized in Nigeria's biggest city, Lagos, with the Ebola virus has died, Nigerian Health Minister Onyebuchi Chukwu said.

"The patient was subjected to thorough medical tests ... which confirmed he had the Ebola virus," Chukwu said Friday.

The case has raised fears that the virus could spread beyond the three countries at the center of what health officials say is the deadliest ever Ebola outbreak and into Africa's most populous nation, Nigeria. Lagos has more than 20 million residents.
http://edition.cnn.com/2014/07/26/world/africa/ebola-outbreak-west-africa/index.html

When there is nothing left for the "poor unemployed unconnected" Graduate to eat,all that will be left for them to eat is the "rich","connected graduate" .
D earlier Nigeria Guvment read meaning 2 my statement,the better and safer it is 4 all Nigerians.
God bless Nigeria!

The so called "Greatest Ife" 2day mark its 4th day of no eletricity supply 2 most academic area nd PG hall of the institution.so I begin 2 ask my sef its dz d best university Nigeria can offer.A whole learning nd research institution without power supply

cirmuell: ur thread never comot for first page, u carry PART 1 put for topic!

Bro I aint in a competition 4 1st page,they aint giving me gold so save ur Kb for a beta tin

tnktosin: By 'gehs' you mean girls right

Yeah broda

Mynd44: Here is a choice, stay single.....or go gay.

Then you won't have to deal with women anymore

Lol bro,der r few good 1s,noticed I used "MOST"