crood:
I need help please.

2022 is the most terrible year for me

Lack of I lost my job

I lost control of my house because I couldn't pay rent

I sold my gas to survive

And now I don't have anything to eat anymore

Am unhappy and am starving

Kollins11:
Journey to slavery.
People wey dey marry dey try oo.

Well, My advice to you is make sure you carry out DNA test on ALL your children especially your first child and the most important thing is Don't SIMP in your marriage.

If she can't cook very well, feel free to bring in your side-chic to come cook for you in your wife's presence.

If she denials you sex, don't hesitate to bring in your side-chic and fvck her aggressively in your matrimonial bed.

If you notice she's still in contact with her "Ex-boyfriend" just gently bundle her like firewood back to her father's house or her Ex-boyfriend house.

No that tomorrow you will come here and open a thread that my wife did this.. My wife did that.

Life is short like Nika to be Simping around.

Mpcoll001:
Okay o

Retgt4gbj5:
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Administration1:
In the write up, names and locations were mentioned, yet the names of the CAN Leadership and location where he was endorsed was not mentioned. Una Weldon ooo

DMerciful:
I was telling my wife that I'm afraid the way Obi mingles with people. I know what his opponents are capable of. I don't want him to be attacked by one useless thug sent with a poisonous knife. Funsho Williams comes to mind.

God almighty, protect Obi because on this rock will the new Nigeria be built!

AdamuKD:

See the face of the thing wey animals in human form want me to support to be my President when I am not mad and senseless like them. Tueh on una senselessness. With his lips like dilapidated towtow

KingKO22:
One in a million is allowed.
This are one of Sheik Gumi's boys that Pandora Obituary visited recently.


The Obituary urchins now celebrating the endorsement of cows


Are the northerners not cows any longer ?

Atarakpa:
If Atiku win the poll..... Nah who go come carry wike dey go?

post=117613557:
This is the man coming 3rd position in the Presidential election ahead of Peter Obi the Lying Machine....

How many state will kwankwaso win? He is only going to win in the northern state...


Stone Lucifer,
But he will Still beat Pandora hands down in any election.
Know this, Know Peace Stone Lucifer

HolyMan12:
Are you sure those goats are not students returning back to school thinking they called off. ASUU strike?

Truthisunique2:
Please I want to ask, does apc not have governors in north again?

If yes why do we hardly see any of them doing any engagement on tinubu behalf.

Is it till campaign funds start flowing and they join him for eyeservice without supporting in reality

dam2000:
Sent him to jail

mrvitalis:

Anyone who can defraud a first class economics brain like NOI is smart enough to turn Nigeria around


Relax before you reply I know your likes are not smart enough to understand what I wrote ...so go ahead and embarrass yourself more

doggedfighter:
We have this specie in Nigeria ?




If yes, where can it be found ?

gaby:
I don't know about you lots but I am confident and believe in a supernatural being I chose to call God.

Even in my unbeliefs and sinful ways, he has always shown himself true and direct to me in several ways and under varying circumstances just to register in my consciousness that he is indeed ever-present.

This is a miracle and yes, miracles do happen....

The first time I got conscious to take note of God and his doings was while I was on my trip through the Sahara desert in search of Europe.

A lot had already happened on the way to qualify for a miracle but as human,,,, it was easy to assume it was just a happenstance.

It was when I had gotten separated from my group and found me all alone by myself wandering with no direction that I knew that indeed, I had no powers or knowledge on my own.

While I was wondering directionless with only the name of the city (Nador) bordering (Melilla) Spain in my head because that was where our guide was taking us so we could breach the high-powered security fences separating Morocco from Spain, I had gone on my one-man solitary walk asking any Moroccan I saw on my way on what path to continue on towards Nador.

I waka sotey my legs feel like say dem don dey enter my body small small.

Dejected, tired, in tears, I kept asking myself (who send me, why I even rest small come fall asleep wey my mates waka leave me).

While still in this state of confusion and lamentation like the average mentally unstable man walking the streets of Nigeria because that was exactly how I (we) looked, a motorcycle stopped right in front of me from no where, it actually felt like I was in a trance until the rider without any exchange of pleasantries urged me on to seat for a ride.

Oga, where you dey carry me go and where you come from? Language barrier wahala...he simply become on me to seat on the bike and was insistent despite my suspicions and subtle refusal.

Me na, I don kukuma tire. If na Police station sef oya make we dey go at least, police go give me hot tea, blanket, and where to sleep.


That was how I mounted the bike oh....zooooommmm...oga stopped asked me to disengage, pointed at a massive mountain overlooking us and told my in a mix of French and Arabic to climb the mountain on to the other side and I'll be close to Nador.

My people, I no get watch or even know wetin time dey talk again but from my reckoning, this would have been something 8pmish....

That was how I embarked on the solo adventure of climbing this humongous mountain.

I climb mountain sotey, I dey see my papa, my mama, my siblings, and everybody wey no even know where I dey for my head inside pitch darkness oooh

I had already gotten so beat down by things I had witnessed and gone through in the course of the journey that I had become dead and numb to feelings and fear sotey I don even dey suspect say na my ghost dey waka....kai

On my way up the mountain, I decided to take a short rest on a rock I saw before me because I was parched, thirsty, hungry, and gasping for breath.

Na so I siddon on top rock dey reason my life and in the process of my loss in thought I felt a part of the rock was hollow and decided to dip my hand in it. On a good and normal day this would have been a very very dangerous play to attempt because I could have been sending my hand straight into a snake's mouth or a scorpion but wetin dangerous pass to run leave house say you want use leg waka go Europe.

Na so I chook hand inside rock oh for pitch darkness na chilled liquid my hand touch ohhh

Amazing God...me wey thirst wan quench for desert?

When I scoop water put for mouth in fact, Rangolis and Eva water combined dey learn work for freshness and refreshingness.

Na so I drink to my fill oh but unfortunately no can to collect extra.

I gather energy and strength continue my blind waka until I got to the peak of the mountain after what seemed like eternity and could look into Melilla Spain.

To descend mountain turn another wahala because the sole of my feet don sore with blisters and my toes all looking out from my battered sneakers. Sneakers wey I spend big money buy from forestry road Benin city to oppress people for Europe oh.

When I manage reach the foot of the mountain for the other side, na so heavy open mouth oh say make I collect better rain....under cold....gosh...

With no where to hide, I continue my waka as the rain even dey give me more energy until I find myself for cemetery.

I refused to push myself any further for that night and decided to make one of the graves my bed for the night.

In fact, tori too long jare

I can never and will never stop in my gratitude to God until he calls me back to him.

I am testimony personified....

So much to thank him for even as I type right now...

By a roadway in the wilderness, God led me, and he caused rivers to flow for me to drink from in the desert...this is my sing-song....


I remember when one shepherd wipe me him stick for head because I dey drag position with him goats to drink water from the same messed up water trough..I had just survived the long tortuous trip through the fiery Sahara desert where I had mastered the art of recycling and consuming my own urine and those who were more dehydrated to pass any would beg with whatever Dollars they had for a sip of your urine to keep them alive and going...hmm