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 Politics › Re: Opinion The Pig At The Castle Remains A Pig(the OVERTHROW OF BUHARI) by khayc(op): 4:46pm On Feb 05, 2015 |
johncreek:There is nothing anti there, it's just plain facts and figures |
| Politics › Opinion The Pig At The Castle Remains A Pig(the OVERTHROW OF BUHARI) by khayc(op): 4:14pm On Feb 05, 2015 |
Like every other opinion, this is one of mine. The tone in which GMB uses to attend to issues at hand in 2015 is still the same he used when he took hold of power in 1983,if I was asked I would say journalists and the common men should learn how to talk once he succeeds in getting into aso rock come feb14.God bless Nigeria as you study the piece above. It’s from a September 1985 PUBLICATION of Nigerianow. http://ubercliq.com/thread/the-pig-at-the-castle-remains-a-pigthe-overthrow-of-buhari/
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| Literature › Re: Paintings On The Wall by khayc(op): 9:26pm On Feb 03, 2015 |
Beneath My Cold Heart......episode 3 I sat in the familiar visitors lounge. The walls where a warm yellow with a shade of grey. The ugly wooden crafts and bright colored paintings still adorned the walls and the ceramic pot that held the synthetic pines sat where it did nine years ago. Nothing had changed. I looked at my wrist watch for the umpteenth time and glanced towards the skinny dark secretary. Okay… She was new. I could tell she was irritated by the tapping of my foot on the marble floor. I didn’t care, I was nervous. The phone on her desk rang. She spoke slowly and quietly too, but i could tell she was talking about me. She picked up the pad were i had scribbled my name and read it out. A few “Okays” then she hung up and signaled for me to go in. My heart stopped, my feet wobbled, I wasn’t sure I wanted to do this.I clutched my bag tightly, like it gave me the strength I needed, then I lifted my chin and walked into his office. His eyes flashed with surprise then confusion and finally settled for a look I had never seen before. “You are not…” “Yinka? No am not” “How did you…?” “I have my ways” “Adanna, I don’t know what to….” “Can I at least sit?” I was acting all in control while my nerves rattled like jelly beans in a jar. I sat opposite him taking in every inch of his face. Age hadn’t been too kind. He looked much older. I wanted to speak but i din’t know were to begin. “how have you been?” he asked. The awkward feeling in the room was almost visible. He continuously rearranged the papers on his desk in a way that said “make this quick i’m busy”. I smiled. He had no idea how much of his time I was willing to take. I told him how my life soared after he left, how happy I was. Then I told him about Segun and how he constantly abused me until his death. My eyes filled with tears. I talked for over an hour while Kizzy stared in silence, he was almost sorry for me. I could see the sadness in his eyes, the longing, the desire to hold me… “I’m getting a divorce” he said. Now that was a side of the story I never planned for. My jaw dropped in shock. there was a tingle of excitement in the pit of my stomach but I knew it wasn’t enough. I had to be the one to make him suffer. I expressed my apologies for his divorce and rose to take my leave. Kizzy jumped up from his seat, reached across the table and grabbed my arm. “Adanna wait!” I turned, his misty eyes catching mine “why did you come?” My skin suddenly burned, his hands were cold but still, my body was on fire. I placed my hand gently over his and took his hand off my arm. “To tell you I forgive you”. I said and I walked away again. “Ada please stop!” My hand lingered on the handle of the door. I turned again and he was behind me, so close i could feel his breath on my forehead. “can I see you again?” I had to keep my cool, I couldn’t tell him about her just yet. “Why?” “There’s a lot I still need to tell you and I don’t know where to begin” “I don’t wanna hear it, you had…” My voice trailed off, my heart beat faster, he was too close and my back was already putting a dent in the door. “Please just hear me out” “Fine!” I reached into my bag, pulled out my card and pressed into his right palm before slamming the door behind me. The wind dried the tears that flowed down my cheeks. 9 years! and he thought he could just take it all away with the touch of his hands. Who did he think he was? My heart ached. I couldn’t let him unearth the feelings I had long buried. No. I was here for something else. http://ubercliq.com/thread/beneath-my-cold-heart/ |
| Gaming › Re: Call Of Duty Advanced Warfare Pc Version by khayc(op): 5:21pm On Jan 31, 2015 |
vanchi:its 45gig oooo my brother,it isnt a small something....080386944485 |
| Gaming › Re: Fifa 15 Crack For Pc Users Out by khayc(m): 2:36am On Jan 30, 2015 |
Lwkmd.... I just wan look for trouble Sha.. After playing call of Duty advanced warfare, i felt I could find trouble |
| Gaming › Re: Fifa 15 Crack For Pc Users Out by khayc(m): 1:50am On Jan 30, 2015 |
suxxman:Roflmao Yes me high man |
| Gaming › Re: Fifa 15 Crack For Pc Users Out by khayc(m): 1:15am On Jan 30, 2015 |
I have downloaded and installed fifa 15 on my PC, I DON'T know why the rumour of no crack.abeg if your interested buzz me here.
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| Gaming › Re: Call Of Duty Advanced Warfare Pc Version by khayc(op): 1:10am On Jan 30, 2015 |
Dolemite:Roflmao see maths O, Chai, i will get back to you tomorrow, I just pulled down fifa 15 now and it's working perfectly I don't know why boys are complaining that there is no crack |
| Gaming › Re: Call Of Duty Advanced Warfare Pc Version by khayc(op): 12:11am On Jan 30, 2015 |
Dolemite:thats a big one o bros,first of all i ould have to burn cdssssssssss! and then ship.i have to think about it |
| Literature › Re: Paintings On The Wall by khayc(op): 2:32pm On Jan 29, 2015 |
Beneath My Pretty Dress...... Continuation of paintings on the wall. I held his hand in mine, stroking it gently. He looked so pale and fragile and his hands had grown cold. I wanted to be there for him, to feel his hands grow weak, to watch his eyes close and kiss his lips when he breathed his last. The doctor said it could be any minute now. I was patient, i needed to be there. He was trying to say something… He squeezed my palm and looked straight into my eyes. I knew that look, he didn’t wanna die. Tears filled my eyes, my chest was heavy and the lump in my throat kept rising. I remembered, like it was yesterday. Three years had passed before I finally got the courage to start dating again. Segun gave me that courage. There were whispers about a certain client of ours, the words were: smart, confident, charming and disturbingly handsome. I was in my “no men” phase, but when I finally met him, i couldn’t deny the words were true. I didn’t care. I wanted to die alone. She was all I had and I liked it that way. He was persistent, he was charming and exactly 18 months after he gave me a lift, fixed my car and got me those m & m nuts I love so much, I had my colleagues at my desk reeling over my beautiful 64 carat engagement ring. Someone was bound to break those walls anyway. I had never been happier. We were the perfect couple. He was tall, handsome and amazing and I… Could fit into his pocket. We could hardly be apart. Long work trips were made up with endless phone and skype conversations. He would take me to “hang out with the boys” saying “i like it when they ask me ‘how you take land this chick abeg?'” he called me “beautiful” ALWAYS. I loved him and he loved me beyond words. I don’t know which came first; the late nights, the hushed phone calls, the sudden work trips to places with no network, the undersized silk bra in my underwear drawer, the online lingerie orders that never got to me or the dark patches i had to hide with make up and sun glasses. Either way, I knew it was over. I lay on the bed, my body aching all over, my ears still ringing. I couldn’t really hear Dr Okoye but from the look on his face i could tell what he was saying. I lost the baby… again. Segun squeezed my hand gently, stroked my hair and whispered softly in my ear “Take a hint, the world doesn’t want our baby”. I smiled sweetly. You see, i was going to start over, love and be loved, forgive and forget, but somehow, those were all cliches made up by people who were never truly and deeply hurt. He squeezed my wrist, the sound of his breath broke my thoughts. His eyes where hollow. i could see his soul was leaving his body. I brushed my hand gently across his forehead and whispered softly into his ears “I’m pregnant”. His body stilled, I could see the shock in his eyes as I kissed his last breath away. I stood before the mirror, my eyes still sore and swollen, I could hardly read the inscription on the bottle, but i was grateful to the pharmacist. It worked, Segun was gone. I turned the bottle over and watched the drugs go down the drain. She was sleeping soundly, I didn’t know how to tell her. I reached into my wardrobe for my old shoe box, my heart beat faster as i opened it. I ran my fingers over the names printed on the cream colored IV, I could still see the maps of my 9 year old tear drops. I brought out the note and read it again. Ada, Thanks for an amazing 7 years…. Memories. I held the white paper to my chest as I lay in bed beside her. It was time. He would come to me. He would come for her. I closed my eyes. Segun had finally revealed the ugly underwear beneath my pretty dress. To be Continued… http://ubercliq.com/thread/beneath-my-pretty-dress/ |
| Gaming › Re: Pc Gaming Section by khayc(m): 8:11am On Jan 29, 2015 |
Call of Duty advanced warfare 45gig need it? I have it. |
| Gaming › Re: Call Of Duty Advanced Warfare Pc Version by khayc(op): 7:45am On Jan 29, 2015*. Modified: 8:43am On Jan 29, 2015 |
gargoyle:At Alausa ask for Ikeja city mall |
| Gaming › Re: Call Of Duty Advanced Warfare Pc Version by khayc(op): 7:45am On Jan 29, 2015 |
gargoyle:At Alausa, ask for Ikeja city mall |
| Politics › Re: Agbaje’s Response To Fashola’s Tax Indictment by khayc(m): 7:33am On Jan 29, 2015 |
Mynd44:I just realised you all don't read things posted in full, what part of "I left the company since 2006" don't you understand . He is no longer at Jay kay pharmacy, yes he founded it with people and is no longer in their board of directors. And he also challenged fashion to go find out at cac or where ever he wants to. This is how we blindly plunge into arguments we know nothing about. Please read before you spit. 1 Like |
| Gaming › Re: What Game Are You Currently Playing? by khayc(m): 2:18pm On Jan 28, 2015 |
Call Of Duty Advanced Warfare Pc Version Not for the faint at heart or tech haters |
| Gaming › Re: Call Of Duty Advanced Warfare Pc Version by khayc(op): 2:10pm On Jan 28, 2015 |
orlaryhincah:ICM precisely |
| Literature › Paintings On The Wall by khayc(op): 2:00pm On Jan 28, 2015 |
I took a step back and took it all in. I liked the one with the eagle, it was calm and confident. the other paintings were really bright and screamed “I’m trying real hard to be happy”. It didn’t really matter, they served their purpose. I just couldn’t stand the hideous cracks in the wall. Mask it! That was always my strategy, but the cracks never disappeared. They sat behind the painting growing deeper and stronger. they took control of my house while i put wall papers over them and finally, they brought down my house. Temi used to say “forgive and forget”, “the past is in the past”, “a problem shared….” blah blah… I believed her. But what happened to those cracks behind the paintings? Those scars that just wouldn’t heal and those mistakes you can not undo with a hundred good deeds. I thought it was all “in the past”. It was 2nd September 2006, I remember cos i had just turned 21. Kizi and I had been dating for 3 years and I feared I loved him too much. He would forget everything about me, my birthdays, exam dates, appointments, anniversaries, it was almost like he didn’t care. it made me sad because he remembered the birthdays of random female “friends”. he would say to me “today is kemi’s birthday o, you remember my friend kemi now, i have to get her something, what do you think we should get?” and i will grudgingly and stupidly think up gifts. Besides that, Kizi loved me and he was almost perfect. So there i was on my 21st birthday. Kizi was in Lagos and I was stuck in Calabar serving my country. He called me that morning, we had one of our phone fights and that was it. No birthday wishes, no texts, no surprise cakes. Nothing. Chike was the best friend a girl could have. He spoilt me. He never forgot anything about me and he cared almost too much. It was 3 p.m., i had a very annoying day at CDS and i still hadn’t heard a word from kizi. Chike bought me a cake and a lovely dress, took me home, cooked me rice and fried fish, invited a few of my friends and we had a lovely get together. 6 p.m. The guests had all left. Chike and I were clearing up. I didn’t have wine but that was the last thing i remembered before i heard someone unlock the doors to my room. Only one person had the keys. My back stilled, I couldn’t move. I was on top so I had my back to the door but i could tell it was him, I heard the bags drop and then his voice “Adanna?” He had taken the last flight after work to surprise me and his gifts were overwhelming. I cried, i apologized, he forgave me. After that day, i became the perfect girlfriend, i complained less, ignored the flirtatious calls and messages, ignored calls from strange girls telling me to stay away from “their man” and I loved him diligently. We became closer than ever. He suddenly remembered every date that was important to me and even though he was always too busy to be there, I understood. For 4 additional years, we were happy. I smiled away all the pain. forgave all his “mistakes” and stood by him as he stood by me. I sat on my bed, my shoulders rocking with sobs, clutching the tear stained wedding IV that said “Kizi Weds Kemi” and the little note I found in the envelope with the words: Ada, Thanks for an amazing 7 years, you can bring Chike As i read those words over again, I realized that for 4 years I had been hanging paintings on a cracked wall. I had to forgive myself. |
| Gaming › Call Of Duty Advanced Warfare Pc Version by khayc(op): 1:17pm On Jan 28, 2015 |
Uh mm.. So I successfully pulled down the call of Duty that's 45gig in size and I must say the game is awesome. Graphics and all. It's for people that have systems with external graphics card and all that shit so for those who are in need of it and are in lag I would be willing to give it out to you as long as you can get to Ikeja. Also come bearing gifts, I'm not charging anything for it. If you feel obliged to donate I'll be coming with an offering box. Gracias 1 Like |
| Politics › Re: My Heart Bleeds For My Dear Country Nigeria! by khayc(op): 12:20pm On Jan 28, 2015 |
sweetbaby22:Please what is Nigeria? |
| Politics › CHANGE Is Not PROGRESS!!! The Vulture’s Dove by khayc(op): 12:15pm On Jan 28, 2015 |
On one of my trips to Abuja, I happened to be in the company of some high ranking members of one of the top two political parties. Their behavior was laughable. it only brought back memories of my youth service when I taught pupils who couldn’t read or write, could barely speak English but still graduated primary school. I listened to them argue pointlessly, slander the opposing party, talk about Dollars and I laughed inside of me. It was sad. I felt sorry. Not for them, but for the people who had hope and for the millions of Nigerians who put their fate in these men. Cos let’s face it, the presidential candidates, Senators, Members of the house… aren’t quite different from those clowns. I’m not really big on talking politics, but really, I refrain from blaming those in power. Cos I believe maybe, just maybe, they truly have given the best they can. What we must understand is that they never really had much to start with. A vulture can not give birth to a dove. My father used to say “to whom much is given, much is expected” I believe there is an addendum to that “don’t let your expectations exceed the capability of it’s source” So word of advice before you go around casting votes aimlessly all in the name of change; Know what you want, know you have the POWER to choose and decide your Nation’s fate, ask yourself if your choice can give you what you desire don’t expect more than you have chosen and lastly, know this… CHANGE is not PROGRESS!!! http://ubercliq.com/thread/the-vultures-dove-2/ |
| Politics › My Heart Bleeds For My Dear Country Nigeria! by khayc(op): 12:07pm On Jan 28, 2015 |
My Heart Bleeds!!! I followed up the killings of 17 victims (Charlie and others) in 3 despicable terrorist acts last week in France which prompted a unity march of 1.5 million people including 40 world leaders in Paris. I saw true patriotism, I saw people showing great love for their country. I saw clerics, government officials and security operatives express great concern for the lives of the citizens of France and as well the peace and unity of France. But in my own country it is a different story! Why? Last week more than 200 civilians including women and children were massacred by terrorists in Baga,as if that wasn’t enough Damaturu was under heavy bombardment by terrorists. Few days ago another heavy bombing in Portiskum! My heart bleeds! Nobody cares! Children are dying! Future leaders are dying while the old are seeking presidential power! Things are going wrong, walls are falling apart and the center no longer holds yet Pastors, and others Religious leaders are busy endorsing their best candidates for the forthcoming elections! Shame on you all! May God have Mercy on you us! The Average Nigerian Man is a mediocre. Who is always after the NOW! Brainwashed Idiots! The people who make you sit under the sun shouting “PDP POWER”! “APC CHANGE”! All have their children schooling abroad with so many citizenship. But you are here shouting all your strength, insulting one another and after it all you are given 500 Naira(4$)! Shame on you all! People no longer seek the peace of our fatherland but for their choice party to wins elections. Yet you pray for development? You must be mad! Because no investor will invest in such economy. Oh Lord Have Mercy! The igbos shouting, “Divide Nigeria”! The Hausa’s shouting,” Power is ours”! while the Yoruba’s are “mustering their energy for wealth”! Is there any Imam or Pastor Preaching Truth and Calling For Peace in This Country? Who will march, pray or preach when they are all in the stadium’s endorsing one good for nothing politician. No world leader is planning a trip to Nigeria and yet we are the Giants of Africa! Giants my foot! We are dwarfs! Our Glory is Lost! Our country is now a place where refuses are dumped. Planes that aren’t working are imported here and used. Putting peoples lives at risk. Japan, America, Russia and all including China, train their youths to be the best so they could explore Nigeria’s wealth and invest in their country whereby making it a better place. But Nigeria train her youths to become Labourers for them. A country where the youths testify and celebrate when they get visa to travel to Qatar for a security guard job! A country where a Masters Degree Holder is a Truck driver. A country where our Military fight without guns and outdated ammunitions! A country where we have graduated illiterates. A country that has graduate fools with good degrees from stupid universities. Our education system is a mess. The worse of all! All they show you is the picture, the exterior. More than 500 students in a Small room called a Lab without chairs only a flask and yet it is a medical Lab. No wonder our medical doctors normally forget needles in the body of their patients! If the hospitals were good enough, why don’t the politicians patronize them, instead they run to india or America. Its a pity! Shame on you all! Are you building a country where you can raise your kids or invest? My Heart Bleeds! I call on the international community to come to our rescue, people are dying. Please come! Come and save a dying Nation! Come and save Nigeria! I call on My Fellow Nigerians! Arise O Compatriot! Nigeria Call Obey! Let’s Serve Our Father Land With Love Strength And Faith! Let’s refuse to sell our integrity! Let’s say no to this extra judicial killings! #One_Love. http://ubercliq.com/thread/my-heart-bleeds-for-my-dear-country-nigeria/ 2 Likes 2 Shares |
| Business › Re: In Need Of A Website Designer With Sms Platform by khayc(m): 9:41am On Jan 18, 2015 |
bimbiz:Interested in buying an existing bulk sms site? Up and running all you need is put in your api and your good to go. Check sms rig.com if your interested let me know. Thanks |
| Business › Re: Start Making $200 Monthly On Fiverr, Profitable Fiverr Account For SALE. by khayc(m): 9:29am On Jan 18, 2015 |
Account sold yet? |
| Business › Re: Binary Option Free Alerts/strategies Season 3 by khayc(m): 7:51am On Jan 18, 2015 |
Random75:What is the percentage guarantee of wins for this strategy? |
| Programming › Re: Power Monitor Lite - PC App by khayc(m): 7:43am On Jan 12, 2015 |
codeaddict:Naaaa by power management I mean one that's interfaced to the switch board which could be plugged into the home router, so if I'm in a certain room and lights wasting in another I can switch off from anywhere, also the software tells the real time power consumption, exact power exhaustion time and power plans to suggest saving by eliminating appliances that are not needed or shouldn't be running at that time. It's a power feed and control in real time |
| Computers › Re: Spectraband Gives You Unlimited Internet With Spectranet 4G/LTE by khayc(m): 12:28am On Jan 11, 2015 |
codeaddict:HI, I would need to know if it limits downloads and what's the cost for the proxy and vpn plans. Thanks |
| Programming › Re: Power Monitor Lite - PC App by khayc(m): 12:22am On Jan 11, 2015 |
Nice one, really awesome, you should work on power management apps for inverters |
| Fashion › Volunteer Fashion Bloggers That Would Own Their Own Site After 6 Months Needed by khayc(op): 8:46am On Jan 03, 2015 |
goodday, A well indexed fashion website would need volunteer bloggers that are devoted to fashion, good writing and interactive skills is a plus, and must also be good in dauntless criticism. Can write about any type of fashion and is ready to own his or her own fashion site with an e-commerce function in six months based on terms and agreement of job delivery.good camera handling is also a plus. Interested bloggers should mail info@fashionwarbler.com or support@fashionwarbler.com with a link to their past jobs or attachments. Terms and conditions apply |
| Technology Market › Re: 2015 by khayc(m): 8:34am On Jan 03, 2015 |
Do you have a 2kva or 2.5kva inverter? What's the charge? |
| Business › Re: My Dilemma: Shopping On Taafoo.com by khayc(m): 10:02am On Dec 02, 2014 |
Hello Guys,I must commend you for the follow up, that's why things work more abroad than Nigeria, i dont know if I am this disciplined to do such, but it's opinions anyways. Thanks once again |
