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I think say she don repent!

Nigerian Lebanese?

ideyhere:
Did you have to quote the whole jargon to make that point

Yes.

Hannysmilez:
Simple. Its really annoying when they spend on a lady and come here to rant as if they were forced to.

Absolutely

So na Banky W una dey use do yeye abi?

Asa - Awe




I don't understand the lyrics though, but music is universal.

TK0907:
This is an issue that has led to break up of some relationship that i have been involved with because i always wants to know all your past so that even if i got to hear anything from outside, it won't sound alien to me but sometimes i tend to remember some part of the dirty past and i have this feeling that what if this my partner actually goes back to this old practice after getting married to her and after this thought, it immediately change some part of me towards the lady. Most especially knowing all the past of a lady that a man intends to marry.
Is it appropriate in knowing the past of someone you intends to marry?

Only the past that can affect the future. If she truly loves you and knows u love her too, she can tell her dirty past and trust that you can be matured enuff to move on with her.

Hannysmilez:
Its also official! The only thing Nigerian guys need is sense.

Yes, ur right. If they have sense they will stop spend their hard earned money on ladies anyhow.

Davidsylva:
Please who else has a contrary opinion?

No one.

Azsalami:
It's only FRUSTRATION that can make a young beautiful or ugly lady say; "MEN ARE CHEATS, I HATE MEN"..
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Any to be woman who proudly or openly professes her hate for men should be properly checked for sound sanity..
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Where have you been to know all men cheat?
How many men have you met?
Did your father cheat on your mother?
I presume your brother cheats on his girlfriend?
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So because you were cheated on by one nigga whose intelligence was and is higher than yours, you go all out with a jingle in your mouth that "All Men
Cheat"... Am sorry for you..
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Well I don't blame you cos you only voiced out your opinion and any man who doesn't say his mind is either DUMB or DEAD..
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With this kind of IMBECILIC ideology about men, I don't think you'd last in your matrimonial home if eventually you get married..
You'll never have peace, joy of being in a matrimonial home will always run away from you.
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Change your mindset..
Set yourself free from that cage of hate you locked yourself into..
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KEEP ENJOYING YOUR DAY!!!

Don't mind them. They only say that when they want a guy to know they are single so that the guy will continue chasing them while they prove hard to get.

Copy and paste.

Try summarising next time.

You want our advise and you are keeping some informations from us.



What are the secret and dirty stuff u find in his phone? You already have a new Nairaland account so we can't know who you are, why are u still keeping some information. If you want candid advise you have to be forthcoming.

Riwo11:
To boost your bond at any stage in the game, follow these trust-amplifying tips:



Let him plan date night: Trust is learned and earned—you’ll grant it, over time, to those who act supportive, dependable, and trustworthy, says Luchies. To give your partner opportunities to strut his stuff, ask him to make decisions that affect you.



Start small: let him choose a restaurant. When he picks a place that suits your palate—not the burger joint he frequents with his friends—you’ll feel more comfortable relying on him for bigger decisions.




Show him your flaws: Not everyone can tally a dinner tab tip in her head, or wake up in the morning with her hair as well-coiffed as it was the night before. But when you let him see your true colors, you give him the opportunity to accept the real you—even it reflects your insecurities. Once you realize that he won’t berate you for your math skills, or reject you for your bed head, you’ll feel more comfortable revealing bigger things—like life goals and family issues—and trust that he’ll be totally supportive.
Confide in him: If you leave your office fuming, don’t keep it all in when you meet him for after-work drinks. “By and large, you get what you give,” says Joel Block, Ph.D., a certified couples therapist and author of more than 20 books on love and sex, including Broken Promises, Mended Hearts: Maintaining Trust In Love Relationships. “If you’re open and self-revealing, your partner is more likely to be more open with you.”



Don’t judge. Every time your partner tells you something personal—like the major mistake he made at work—it’s a critical moment that can either strengthen your intimacy or deteriorate it, says Block. If you criticise his behaviour or dismiss his feelings, he’ll think twice about confiding in you next time. To make him feel accepted and promote more self-disclosure, express empathy and suggest solutions. And if he judges you?

Say this: “I need to feel safe confiding in you and right now I feel attacked.” Keep your promises“Trust goes both ways,” says Luchies. Meaning? If you’re not dependable, you can’t expect your partner to be.



To show him you’re trustworthy, be accountable: If he asks you to watch his intramural basketball game, show up before the first buzzer to secure a bleacher seat where he can see you from the court. And if you say you’ll call him before bed, actually pick up the phone before you tuck in. Be yourself in front of othersIf you tell him you got a measly raise, and tell his parents about your absolutely A-M-A-Z-I-N-G promotion, he’ll wonder what else you’re capable of hiding.



Present yourself accurately no matter what crowd you’re in, and you’ll show him you’re a person who’s worthy of his trust. Tell him the truth“Even small lies are like psychological termites,” says Block. “They take unnoticeable bites over time and eventually weaken the foundation of your relationship.” So if your new statement bag cost more than what your guy earns in a month, be honest when he asks what you paid.



Arrive on time If you say you’ll be over at 7, but miss your train, call him to say you’ll be closer to 8:10. Being on time isn’t just considerate: it’s part of being able to count on someone, says Block. And if he knows he can count on you, then he’ll make more of an effort to show that he’s equally dependable.



Take his side…or at least be diplomatic. Sometimes it’s more important to be supportive than it is to be right. When you're brought into an argument between him and his buddy, stand up for your guy. And when he’s wrong? Say, “You both have good points, and I can see where you're both coming from.” Then, discuss it later in private.



Avoid unnecessary secrecy. Especially if your partner has been betrayed before—or worse: you’ve cheated on him—it’s important to be as open as possible. So tell him who you’re texting. And leave your phone unlocked. “Don’t think of it as supervision. It’s making a choice to help the other person heal,” says Block.


Source: http://www.riseup247.com/2015/05/10-tips-to-make-your-boyfriend-trust.html

I will never trust any woman!

sophietosyneabou:
A guyfriend of mine is really in love with his girlfriend that he had been dating since two years back,so recently the girl gained admission to a university like that and she's been given the guy attitude..so on a specific day like that,she voiced out to the guy that she wants to call off the relationship,and the guy was like he's not ready to receive a broken heart cus he still loves her so much..buh the girl gave him some condition that he must abide if he want her to stay,which is:taking her to saloon whenever she wants,buying her clothes and paying her 5000naira monthly..guys what do u think of this?the guy is really confused....

The guy is a fool for being confused.

Where is their mother?

Missy89:
Loosing is Chelsea's destiny this season

I don't think they'll make the UCL.

OFO987:
STOKE CARRIES THE DAY WHAT A GAME. HAZARD IS REALLY AN HAZARD

Pls how did hazard lose the penalty? Over the bar or goal keeper save?

The Police didn't even investigate the death... They just concluded and took what they were told.

Her husband.

Lol.... I won't be surprised that A.C belongs to his Girl friend or even his Female friend he isn't fvcking.

Okay

Reason I don't make friends...

Igbo made water.

I'll click that link in your dreams....








If you can't post it here, you can shove it up ur stinking a$$.

TOMTOM15:
Touching Story. About three phones have gone missing in our room in the past five months. When we reported to the School's security, they only told us that it was a roommate that is responsible. Everyone of us in the room was waiting for the day we will catch the culprit.
Last Tuesday, when we were all asleep; I think it was about 2 am, Ben woke up suddenly and his phone was gone. His phone was the most expensive of us all. When Ben woke up and couldn't find his phone, he sprang up from the bed and quickly opened his cupboard. He rummaged the contents, even removed his clothes but could still not find the phone.
I was in the room when it happened; sitting and reading before I dozed off with my heading resting on my books. So when Ben couldn't find his phone, he gently shook my shoulders until I woke up. 'It has happened again', he told me.
I didn't even need to ask what happened as I could see the panic and loss written in his eyes.
This is the second time his phone had been stolen. So I took my phone and dialed Ben's number; just to be sure it had not been misplaced. 'Error in Connection' was what I saw on the screen of my phone. I dialed it again and it started ringing not just on my phone, but the actual ring tone of Ben's Samsung phone was faintly audible.
We were both surprised when we heard the tone. I beckoned on Ben to keep quiet as he was visibly ready to 'finish' the person who took his phone. I continued dialing as we moved silently, following the direction of the ring tone. There were four bunks in the room, each with two bed spaces. Ben and I use the same bunk just beside the door and the sound was coming from the last bunk at the extreme left corner.
We tiptoed, Ben and I, like Jack Baeur until we traced the sound to the top bed space on the last bunk. 'So it is John who had been stealing phones in this room'. Ben whispered to me.
We shook his leg and woke him up only to find out it was not John sleeping on the mattress. Neither of us had ever seen the guy before. To make matters worse, the ringing was coming
from the bag he was using as pillow.
When he woke up, he looked at us strangely as if he didn't know why we were there.
We opened the bag and found not just Ben's
Samsung, but three other phones. 'So, you are the one who's been stealing our phones!'; Ben shouted at him.
Before he could find an excuse, Ben slapped him on his left cheek and walked out looking for anything to break one or two of the guy's bones. I don't know; but there was something about the guy. So I asked him, 'Oga, what are you doing here?' 'What are you doing with Ben's phone'. He was just looking at me without saying anything, so I slapped his right cheek with my left hand.
'ANSWER ME!', I screamed at him; waking up the roommates who were around. John had obviously gone to night class to read and I assumed the other three roommates who were absent had also gone to read.
The two guys remaining in the room with me and Ben came and gave their own round of slaps. The accused was now staggering when Ben came back with a long wood hard enough to kill the guy. As he raised it up, the three of us, the roommates, held his hands so he wouldn't murder the accused. Ben dropped the wood and swept his right leg against the thief's legs and he fell down. Ben had told me before that he had attended the Soldiers' recruitment training but failed the medical test. I believed him right then.
I looked at the guy crumple on the floor and before Ben killed him, I decided to interview him, at least to know who he is. He was now sitting on the ground where he landed from Ben's force. 'Who are you?' I asked him again; this time gently. He was crying but it was only the tears that were coming out. It was then I realized he had not even uttered a word since it all started. Not even when he fell to the ground. 'Why are you in our room'? I asked again. 'Can you even talk?' He shook his head then. I was now confused. Why was he shaking his head?
So, I asked again, 'Can't you talk?' He shook his head again. 'Wait, is it that this guy is dumb?', I asked the guys.
The guy then nodded his head and pointed to his mouth and then shook his head left to right. It hit me then. The guy is dumb but not deaf. That was the first time I am seeing a case like that.
My anger changed to pity immediately. 'Are you dumb?', I ashamedly asked the guy to confirm. Again, he nodded his head.
'Can you read and write?' He nodded again. 'Get me a pen and note!' I said to my roommates over my shoulder. I collected the pen and wrote on the note, 'Who are you? Explain yourself.' I was almost in tears as I read his fine handwriting, 'My name is James, I am John's elder brother. I am a student of Delta State University. I was traveling to Delta but our bus stopped for the night at Benin. So I decided to sleep with my brother till tomorrow morning. He brought me here around 12 am and went out to night class to read. He gave me the bag to keep for him. So I decided to use it as pillow so that it won't be stolen'.
I held the note with the guys at my back as all of us read it. I became so weak I almost fell.� 'The guy is innocent.' I needlessly announced.
When we realized this, even I was ashamed of myself.
Ben just stood there with the wood he almost used to hit him, looking as if he was the one who had been beaten. I am not sure, but I think I saw tears in his eyes as he realized he had just punished an innocent man.
So we knelt down; Ben and I, we knelt down and clasped our hands so he will know we were really sorry. With tears in our eyes, we told him, 'We are sorry. Sorry for accusing you wrongly and beating you for it'. The dumb guy just smiled with bleeding lips from the blow I gave him. He smiled and looked into our eyes. And I could see pity in his eyes. He smiled and shook his head and then wrote in the same paper. 'It is Alright. I took the pain willingly. Please don't beat my brother anymore. I knew why you were beating me. John had always been a thief, right from home. But please don't report or beat him again'.
Tears dropped from my eyes as I read his sacrifice. He deliberately allowed us beat him just so that John will be free. I lend my hand and raised him up as I used my cloth to wipe the tears from his face and blood from his lips. It was then my own tears flowed from the corners of my eyes.
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this is what Jesus did for us on the cross of calvary. kept quiet and even died so that we can be saved. He never protested his innocence but bore it all for us. He gave his life for you. What have you given for him?
Return the life to Him, He's in Love with u.....
Send to others by sharing....
it's high time we won more souls for Christ..

if i slap you?

I love seeing children smiling the way he looks in that picture.... nice one Davido.












but who is he cute kid

kilode100:
Her Toto go hear am noni.
I remembered when I banged 5 guys in different locations sameday

I used to be bad o

U don come!

Lol

Johniyke2flex:
Please I need some piece of advice from matured minds. I met this young beautiful damsel about two weeks ago. We exchanged phone numbers and we started working things out on phone.

Six days ago, she came visiting with a younger girl. We just cracked some jokes together, watched some movies, had lengthy conversation and she left.

Her next visit was 4 days ago, she came all alone. I was so happy, I was thinking of visiting her honey pot but it didn't happen that day, we did everything except sex as she said she was not ready to give me that day. I had earlier learnt she is having her SIWES programme in town, and will end it by December, so I didn't need not to put her in a rush, knowing my time would come soon.

She promised to be around again on Saturday. At about 10am she arrived again. After some play we left for bedroom, started kissing and she willingly allowed me to pull off her trouser. As I wanted to penetrate, she made some sounds which I thought was normal due to the penetration. Before I could even penetrate, she fainted.

I didn't know what to do, I was so confused and afraid. It was as if she was dead, no part of the body was moving, no supply of oxygen! I have had sex with many girls without such occurrence. I have not even seen such but I only heard about it.

I shouted, wailed, cried but she was not moving. My neighbor in the other flat had travelled to Minna on Friday and my place is far from where I could get a transit system.

I thought of what I could do, I couldn't even think, memory blurred. I went straight to the bathroom, brought out a pail of water poured it all over her, began to beat, slap her, praying, confused, blowing air into her ears, pressing her cheeks, doing all what I could do.

Suddenly, she came to life but couldn't talk. I tried to make her sit or stand she could not, she was weak. I wanted to take her to the hospital, but her body, cloth, undies were soaked with water I poured on her, only her trouser which I pulled off earlier was dry, and besides there was no vehicle at my disposal. I tried to make her sit directly opposite the fan, away from the bed on the rug. She couldn't still move her hands well, tired still, and couldn't talk, couldn't open her mouth. I pressed her cheeks, difficult to open her mouth.

Again she fainted the second time, lying like a dead person. Again, I poured her more water, beat her, did all kind of things, prayed. Again she regained consciousness but couldn't still talk. I pressed her cheeks so hard, she cried. I made her to talk by force. She was weak, I made her to stand with my support. She would want to lose her mind again, but I would slap her and she came back. I made sure I didn't allow her to rest, I engaged her with talk but she was too tired to reply.

After sometime, I took her to the bathroom, bath her, didn't allow her to sit, she asked for water but I didn't give her. She told me she was cold I put off the fan. She began to feel conscious and could identify me and talk again.

I told her we would visit a general hospital, and she refused saying she was okay. She needed rest, but I didn't allow her to sleep, because I was afraid she might lose consciousness again.

At about 3pm, she has started to feel much better. I was happy to hear she was hungry, I fried plantain, and cooked noodles. She ate so well, and spread her cloth outside to dry. After eating, she was feeling sleepy, I was afraid to allow her sleep. We moved to the living room because everywhere in the bedroom was soaked with water. She laid on the tiles and slept but I was with her monitoring her, though I knew she was conscious enough. I woke her up at some minutes past 5. She was looking as agile as before.

It was just by the Grace of God, I don't know where I would have been. God indeed intervened, despite being a sinner, he heard my supplication and cry.

After she was awake and feeling fine again. I asked about her past similar experiences. She later told me that she had a similar experience with her first boyfriend, and even her second boyfriend and that I was the third person. She concluded that the reason is that she's afraid of sex. I don't believe that, I think there's more to it. And I also inquired if she has ever told her parents or elders sisters about that, she said no, that she's always afraid to tell them because she's only 20 and they would scold her.

I instructed her and gave her transport fare to travel home yesterday, Sunday in other to inform her parents, she initially refused but later admitted to do that. She later felt better on that Saturday and left my place at about 6:30pm.

Mammy water things!

fexyrich:
I prayed and fasted for 40days and 40 nights and was asking the lawd to show me who to marry ,after praya as I was coming down from d mountain he showd me a black and very beautiful igbo lady with the name linda Ikeji...He said my son Behold this is the woman I have prepared to be your wife enter into thy rest my son




Runs outa Thread
Spreads mat and sipping my coffee
Prepares for serious bashing

Its ok to dream.