halfricanadian:

Exactly my thought

Untainted007:


Why does most Nigerians forget events so soon. So during GEJ era when DSS were invading APC offices and also arresting key personalities of the party no one looked at it as been dictatorship in his ruling. Think and try to remember bros.

Untainted007:
There governor has been running his mouth any how instead of concentrating on increasing the infrastructure in the state. He's busy driving trucks, cutting meat in the kitchen and accusing someone of Islamising the country while his own roof is on fire. If the legislatures have no skeleton in their cupboard no need for them running here and there. Is it truly the votes of people that brought them in? Let us ask Captain Koli

madridguy:
RIP Sergeant Jude Nwadudu, May the merciful Lord have mercy on your soul.

Before you spew nonsense, ask yourself where death will meet you, if you know exact place, then you're free to castigate the gallant officer.

Braggante:
The office is in Lekki, the ninth floor of a fifteen storey building, and that's where the administrative works for the enterprise is done. We are a real estate development company we build and sell and sometimes lease out luxury apartments. The income is tidy, for the owner of the company. He is the reason I’m writing this.
He is a rich guy, extremely arrogant and does not care about his staff. When I say extremely arrogant, I mean he is rude with it. So here’s a typical scenario, which has become somewhat normal to Staff. You are enjoying your day so far; just around mid-afternoon, when you hear your name bellowed in the passageway by the voice you now know to dread. "Tunde! Where is Tunde".
You adjust your tie and step out as quickly as you can, knowing that delay will result in abuses. You step out, and as he sees you, then he shuts his door behind him. You hurry along, while your co-workers pop their heads out of their door to see the look of a dead-man-walking.
His office is ice cold, and you wonder why your ac in your office makes a lot of noise for nothing. Here you won’t hear the ac complain, you just feel it. Like I feel it now, in the ostentatiously decorated office. I stand a few feet from the door, still afar from his large desk. To the right stands a huge portrait of himself, gazing down on you, and even though you are not looking at it, you can feel his stare. He is on the phone now, talking loudly to an old friend. He laughs and says his goodbye. Dropping the phone on his empty desk, his face changes immediately he sees you.
‘Are you daft?’ he says. That’s not a question, and so you needn’t answer. Answering might be disrespectful.
‘I’m sorry sir?’ you say, your hands still held behind your back, as you start to sweat.
‘Are you deaf?’
‘No sir’, you reply promptly, not knowing if it was a question or not.
‘Did you not see me on the phone? Are you so stupid that you don’t know that you should wait outside till I call you in?’
To that you keep silent. He looks at you as if his stares will rip you into shreds.
‘Are you not the one I’m talking to?’ he barks.
Now let’s take a pause here. You remember when you were doing your interview? When he sat in the middle, and didn’t say a word and you felt you had impressed him? You remember how he nodded every now and then, and you knew he was the boss with his bow-tie and expensive wristwatch, you recollect? That was a month ago. You had thought you’d do all you can and he will be impressed with your work. Well, doesn’t he look different now? Don’t you just regret sending your CV here in the first place? Okay, let’s get back.
So he’s still staring at you, his stare colder than the blistering ac. ‘I’m sorry sir,’ you say.
‘Shut up!’ he says with the top of his nose. ‘What document did you request for? The MD said he has given you a copy already, so what else is it you are asking for?’
‘We need it to send it to the bank for the-‘, you are saying.
‘Are you deaf?’ he cuts in. ‘I said he has given you. Are you stupid?!’
Now pause. At this point, you are close to breaking in tears. Not because this here man is shouting at you, or that even though you are talking in a low respectful tone, he speaks so that the whole building can hear how stupid you are, no that’s not why you want to break down. And it’s not because all of a sudden your tie is choking the life out of you, or that you haven’t had the opportunity to eat all day even though you have black coffee splashing around in your stomach and you can bet it runs through your veins. It’s because you haven’t been paid for last month and it’s the 20th already. No, it’s not about the money. It’ about honour, dignity; it’s about getting a fair compensation for your hard work. No scratch all that, it is about the forking money. Else there’s no difference between us and the slaves on plantations.
‘I don’t have it sir,’ I say.
Then he stares at me for eternity. I swallowed hard, avoiding his eyes. My legs are weak now.
‘Okay you can go’ he says, as if he’s had just enough of me and I was fouling the air. 'I said get out. Get out.' He waves his hand as if to wave off a pesky fly.
A wise man once said there is the permissible fifteen minutes of madness in every man’s day. The wise man? Me. So I’ve carved fifteen minutes out of every day to do something stupid; something I want to regret much later.
‘Are you done?’ say I.
‘What?’ he replies, befuddlement on his face.
‘I was just asking if you are done, you rat face.’
He was silent. His jaw drops, lips partly open.
‘Do you know just how bland you sound? Are you really this irritating, or you pretend to be? Do you sometimes stop to listen to the crap that actually comes out of your mouth? Do you-‘
‘Are you mad? Get out of my office!’ he yells. ‘Get out of my building! You are-‘
‘Fork you, I quit, you forking arrogant selfish bastard!
He stands up and walks towards me with determination. As soon as he gets close enough, I swing out a punch, meets him right on the jaw. I hear it click. He yells and falls to the floor, writhing. 'why?' he asks.
'Give me my salary first, you forker!'
Then I drag him to the metal safe under his table, and order him to open it.’

‘Yes sir,’ I say with a bow, and walk out.
That could have been my fifteen minutes, to talk back at The Man, to live, to be free, to start my own path as an entrepreneur...but I am in Nigeria where The Man knows you have no choice but to remain on his plantation, and a thousand more are gunning for your post and as soon as you leave, CVs will start rolling in. There may be nothing for you out there, so this was not that fifteen minutes of madness; no, it is not yet time. Will the time ever come?
I get back to my table, relieve the grip of my tie, fold my cuffs and get back to my slave labour.

albany231:
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Trash from an accursed product of baby factory. The shameless large headed animal ojuku of cursed memory achieved nothing in his miserable life than running away from battle, he was a loser in life and death reason he died senile, deranged, crippled, deaf and dumb while Fani Kayode pummel his olosho wife. However, You are all in the SW only to sell gala in Lagos traffic as shown in the pics below. You still live with your senile parent in the village reason you believe the lies your Uncle tell you about SW, more than 40 of your kinsmen scot in a single room in the dirt Ajegunle, leave your erosion ravaged village for once in your pathetic life to see whats happening outside your cursed village.

Same Hausa killed 19 flat head last month in Enugu and you were all silent, Igala have been killing you noise makers in Anambra but you dare not talk, what about those raped mercilessly by Fulani in Ebonyi and Imo, you are from a noise making tribe where giving ultimatum is your only weapon. Its a big shame to be Eboe cos no one take you serious, continue to deceive yourself online while the hangmen in Asia kill more cocaine smugglers for disgracing the entire country. Shameless people.

albany231:


Who is this little kid. You all troop to the Sw daily and you still talking about standing on your own, your cerebrum must have expired. You celebrate a shameless pedophile and coward who ran away from battle after losing 3m flat head yet you making noise here. You are a disgrace to your generation. Ajokuta mamo mi

albany231:


Who is this little kid. You all troop to the Sw daily and you still talking about standing on your own, your cerebrum must have expired. You celebrate a shameless pedophile and coward who ran away from battle after losing 3m flat head yet you making noise here. You are a disgrace to your generation. Ajokuta mamo mi

albany231:


Descendant of the coward ojuku, shameless tribalist.

truthspeaks:
Not jst Benin city, Do we even value our country's history as a whole? I wonder if history of nig is still being taught in skuls not to talk of d preservation of certain artefacts. Countries find inspiration n hope in their history n I pray nig is nt any difft

1United1:
Let Me See The Credible Igbo Leader Who Will Accept To Negotiate On Behalf Of A Terrorist Organization Called IPOB...

The Same IPOB Youths Who Want Nigeria To Disintegrate, Will go any length to Support PDP and Their Governors While Slaying Anything APC....

The Same Fraudulent group who used their Resources to campaign for Jonathan/PDP in the last elections but unfortunately their evil plan didn't work out... now masquerades as "Freedom fighters"....

The Same Fraudulent group support ALI Modu Sherrif as the Leader Of Their Party...

IPOB Is PDP.... No Wonder They Attacked Okorocha(one of the best performing governors ) But Never Attacked T A Orji, Martin' Elechi and other useless leaders of their Party...

Nnamdi Kanu Called For Blood, And He Must See Blood...

Kingsasian:
These igbo pastors sef!!!

NgeneUkwenu:
IPOB Yoots, come and behold your mentors!


Ndi Ara!