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This is why Africa is backward. They rob you and rub it on your face!! |
When celebrities venture into politics, they always go with just one weapon- their fame. They have nothing to offer the populace. No experience or wisdom to lead. They just want you to vote them because they are popular. My dear queen, Nigerians will give you hope but at the end of the day, you will be left hanging in the air |
How then can we begin to rank our students from 120?? This is not just right. We started CBT some years ago and we were applauded for the advancement and now are reducing the cut-off mark in the name of ranking. If the essence of Jamb is now solely for ranking, then it should be scrapped so that the universities can conduct their screening exams themselves. These guys are just putting our lecturers under stress. |
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Please I need relevant information on this. Is it under the federal government of Nigeria or still waiting to be inaugurated? lalasticlala |
Congrats man. |
We discussed this particular issue in our CDS meeting today. I think Charly Boy has tried so far. The same people that threatened 2face's family are at it again. As a country we haven't gotten to the stage of full-scale protest. The diversity in education and religion is a big problem to us. The constitution provides the right to freedom of expression and association. But stoning peaceful protesters is highly condemnable! |
dowjones:Yea since then, I have done 4 tests in the space of 2 years to be sure of my status. Even in NYSC camp I did it again. They even gave us five condoms as souvenir sef |
I remember back in 2015 in Kano state. I met an Akwa Ibom girl in the office where I was working while I was waiting for NYSC. She was a co-worker and along the line we started having casual sex even when I knew she was having a bohfriend. For some unknown reasons, this girl hated condoms and each time I brought it out she would frown and complain that I am indirectly calling her a slut. But one way or the other, I will still find my way and enter the place with my condom. One fateful evening we were together on the bed and about to have sex, I checked my drawer and realised there was no condom. Gosh! I was already having a strong erection, she noticed there was no condom and she immediately started caressing my groin and put it in her mouth. She begged me to make love to her like that. That she wanted to feel the real me. I couldn't hold my groin that was already craving an orgasm. I fell for it and indeed the sex was mind-blowing. Fast forward to 3 weeks later, I started noticing changes in my body. I was losing appetite and weight. My groin started iching me somehow and I was having bowel issues. Gosh! I was terrified. I googled symptoms of HIV and funny enough it appeared that some of the symptoms were already manifesting. The next day, I went for ARV screening and thankfully the test was negative. I ended the affair immediately and promised God never to have sex again till marriage. I had been celibate ever since 2015 not until last month when I met one beautiful girl in Asaba. God forgive me! |
kellysam:Its 68k and you must come to the centre with your International passport. The test is usually done twice a month in some selected states. I don't have an International passport yet. And the 68k is dear |
DONT GO THROUGH LIFE WORRYING ABOUT WHETHER SOMEBODY LIKES YOU OR NOT. JUST MAKE SURE THEY ARE DOING RIGHT BY YOU. LIKING YOU WAS NEVER A BARGAIN OR PRE-REQUISITE TO SUCCESS. WHEN YOU GET INTO THE WORLD, NOBODY IS GOING TO HOLD YOUR HAND OR LOOK AT YOU. YOU HAVE GOT TO MAKE YOUR OWN WAY! |
We can't do it all on our own. We still need the grace of God to pull us through. That is why we need to thank God not only for the gift of life but for the gift of not leading us to valleys and shadow of pain and penury. RIP to the dead |
Electric car in an "I -pass-my-neighbour-generator- oriented" country. With the epileptic power supply in Nigeria, you would have to buy 20 litres of fuel to put inside your generator and charge your car. Penny wise pound foolish! |
olakunlemy:I was also invited for an interview on Tuesday. Send me a mail pls |
The agony of a woman not having a child can not be quantified by any measurement in the world, so no one can blame these women for going the extra mile to ensure they are also called mothers. This is the story of dozens of women in Indian who are desperately looking for a child as they allow ‘God-men’ to trample over them. Tribal women in Andhra Pradesh, southern India, have performed this ritual for generations during the annual festival of Ekadashi, during the month of July. http://www.informationng.com/2017/07/shocking-see-women-go-just-become-pregnant.html/amp
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Real Madrid have been ranked the top club in the world in a ranking compiled by clubworldranking.com. The rankings take into consideration clubs around the world, their performances and quality of players they have. http://www.spillednews.com/2017/05/real-madrid-and-barcelona-rank-top-2.html
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Ode To My "Bole" I remember when I first came to Asaba. It was a cloudy afternoon. The air was wet and the earth was stone red. I was very hungry and wasn't quite sure if I would ever be able to pass the night, let alone stay here. You know the high cost of accomodation, constant rain and the famous Asaba ants whose sting could bring a dead man back to life. Don't get me wrong, I like the place. I had spent all my life in the north, I needed somewhere to cool off, relax and at least, forget about the trauma of schooling in Maiduguri. I saw it as a rare opportunity to savour the intricacies of the eastern part of this country, especially the nubile maidems. But mere liking Asaba, wasn't enough reason to keep me back. Of course this is Delta "The Big Heart" the land of the precious crude oil, but what's my business with that? I couldn't drink crude oil! For me, one of the most important aspect of any place I visit, is the food. So when my friend asked me to try the legendary "Bole and fish", I wasn't quite sure of what I was expecting. The "Bole" (pronounced as 'ball le') refers to ‘roasted’ plantains and the fish is almost always ‘affordable and plentiful’ Mackerel. "Bole and fish is quintessential Nigerian street food just like "Suya" . In Asaba, roasted plantain is a meal rarely made at home. They are best purchased at street corners where wizened old and young women, sit beside blackened bowls with fingers of lead, facing red hot coals. Where plantains, green and yellow say their last funeral rites, and poor mackerels, segments themselves. Where sweet hot sauce, oranged with palm oil and reddened with spice makes happiness its home. When my friend convinced me to try the meal, I made the sign of the cross in Catholic fashion and gave him a look that seemed to be saying "I'm doing this out of trust". But fortunately, when I took the first bite that warm Wednesday afternoon, tears came to my eyes and for once in my entire life, I realized there was still hope for our dear country. As I continued eating, I was convinced I wanted to eat it for the rest of my life and I couldn't help but want to live in Asaba forever. Its been four months so far and till date, whenever the traffic, cultists, constant rain, heartless keke-drivers and the vicious Asaba ants want me to make a move, my delicious "Bole" holds me down. Words cannot convey the happiness this street meal brings to my heart. |
cosby02:What about the Jidenna factor? |
. I just stated an opinion. Like I said, I might be wrong. |
REASONS WHY BANKY W AND ADESUA ETOMI'S MARRIAGE MAY NOT STAND THE TEST OF TIME (Kindly read to the end, before you crucify me) Love is a beautiful thing especially when it is between two persons and not the whole world. As much as I thank God that the number 1 bachelor of Nigeria has finally tied the knot with his hearthrob, I dislike the publicity and media hype. The media is the worst friend to take along in the journey of marriage, especially when this marriage involves two celebrities. Take Tonto Dike and Churchill for example. Who would believe that a whole Tonto was living a life of pretense and deceit all through, just to meet the insatiable urge of the media? Look at Tiwa and Tbillz, Mercy Aigbe and Lanre Gentry, Toyin Aimakhu and Adeniyi Johnson,Juliet Ibrahim, Ini Edo and my favourite couple that never lasted up to 2years, Ubi Franklin and Lilian Esoro. The reason for the crash all boils down to the same devil -the media. The media will rob you of your right to a private life and force you to do stuffs you probably do not want to, simply because you don't want to fall your hands, everybody is watching you of course! In no time, we might get to see headlines like "Adesua goes shopping with a close friend", "Newly-wedded Banky spotted with an unknown lady in a club", "Etomi Unfollows Husband on Twitter", "I still love my wife with all my heart- Banky insists" etc. Although it is my prayer that their marriage lasts, but I feel they need to take this publicity thing easy. I wasn't surprised when Tbillz said if he was given an opportunity to marry Tiwa Savage again, he wouldn't involve himself in any elaborate or high profile wedding. Just like fire, the media is a good servant but a bad master. The second reason why I feel this marriage isn't gonna last long is because they didn't know themselves when they had nothing. There is something powerful about marrying someone who was there for you when you had nothing. That is true love. Some guys wouldn't understand this and that is why they make mistakes. When you get married to someone who struggled with you through thick and thin, you will never doubt their loyalty especially when you have finally made it. The marriage will be heaven on earth. You will make them your next-of-kin, have a joint account with them, you will do just anything that you wouldn't do to someone who merely accepted you bearing in mind that you are rich and comfortable plus handsome like Banky. Look at 2face and Annie, Peter Okoye and his Lola Omotayo, Basketmouth and Elsie, etc. I might be wrong sha! In addition to the above reasons, I feel Banky W is in a hurry to be a married man. Why the sudden rush? He just proposed the other day and before we could digest the good news, he has already gone for intoduction. This is indeed the "Fastest introduction of all time by the oldest bachelor". Lolss what an award! I don't want to nurse the obvious thoughts that Banky W is under some form of pressure from family and friends to get married, because I feel he is old enough to know what he wants, but still, it is obvious that he is rushing. Could our Banky be possibly scared of something? I hope not. Like I said earlier, I might be wrong. Finally, here comes the greatest reason why I am paranoid about this highly-publicized union. Guess who, Jidenna -the Bambi crooner, the classic man, the "baba for the girls", the cute gentleman that asked us to pay 25k to see his nicely-shaved beard. Most Nigerians weren't paying attention when Adesua professed her undying love for Jidenna on the 13th of April, exactly 20 days before Banky proposed to her. In her own words "It's Official. I've Been Fighting It. Trying To Tell Myself What i Feel Isn't Real. ...It Is. Dear Jidenna, I Love You. Such A Babe". A look at her twitter time line and you will see how all of his music shows are being tweeted by her and other stuff about him. If I'm to judge from the intensity of her crush, I can say that just one retweet from Jidenna might mean the end of their marriage. I wish and pray that Banky W and Adesua Etomi fight through the storms of media-encroached marriage and make it to forever. I am an optimist. And I might be wrong all the same!!
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BANGA IS THE BEST SOUP IN DELTA CAMP I couldn't believe my eyes when I printed my call up letter. What!! Delta state of all places! I was dumbfounded and shaken to my very foundation. Ahhh! Lagos has broken my heart. I picked up what was left of my broken heart, put myself together and made up my mind to survive, moreover only the violent take the kingdom of God. I made a solemn promise not to taste any camp meal and so I armed myself with money and beverages. But upon getting to camp I realized that my dream of not eating any food may be cut short as a result of the food prepared in Mami. I have suffered in this camp. I have been through hell and shook hands with the devil himself. Enjoyment has turned its back on me. The early morning parade and boring lectures has gotten to my fragile system. Its just six days but my body feels like I had been here for six years. Every time hunger finds its way into my path, and my body screams for food, the first response I give to my growling stomach is ‘shut your damn rumbling’!. Come on, I don’t hate my stomach, neither do I hate myself. It’s just a function of the naked fear that grips me each time I decide to eat. In Delta camp, eating soup at Mami is like a trip to the dentist. You never know what you might get. No food is to be trusted, and none is perfect. I dream of the perfect food for my perfect stomach all the time. I deserve it for Christ's sake. Being an 'Otondo' alone, is an exhausting business, let alone finding yourself in platoon4 where the platoon commander had bitten his finger and sworn to the blue heavens to make life unbeareable for everybody. For Christ sake, we deserve to be spoiled with love. We desereve to be rewarded with the best of meals. I have spent a week eating in unkept restaurants in Mami. Truth be told, the meals were great, but my pocket wasn't smiling at all. The quantity was poor and I was slowly going broke by the minute. Not the best of ways to survive in this harsh Delta camp. I gave myself brain, and when I heard the sound that announced the readiness of food, without exchanging unnecessary pleasantaries, I decided to walk the lonely paths that meandered into the camp kichen, , in search of culinary gold. My aim was simple and short. Since I have long experimented with all the Egusi and vegetable soups in Mami, I gave up and surrendered my Behind stomach to the yearnings of the 'ajekpako' camp meals. As fortune will have it, it was banga soup. I had heard so much about this soup.Finally I found love, and it was right in front of me and when I tasted it, it lived up to its name. I sat on my bed, washed my hands carefully and attacked it like a demon. After I conquered it, I sat for a while stroking my stomach with immense satisfaction. This is how life is supposed to be! That night, I slept like a baby. And woke up to a bright new day. I have since made the camp kitchen my official dinner partners, and ever since, morning drills and parade have suddenly become fun and life now has new meaning for me. |
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"MY FIRST TEMPTATION IN CAMP" The queue I met in Delta camp was without doubt, the longest I had ever come across in this whole wide world. Every single human being on the queue had slowly transformed into a lion- you dare not jump the queue, lest you get yourself lynched verbally. The queue was endless and the more I tried to respect myself,the more the devil carressed my dirty mind; "Henry jump that queue it, jump that queue Henry"! The voice in my head echoed consistently. Finally, I summoned courage and walked with all the boldness Unimaid taught me to the front and entered the front line only to hear the uproar of my life "Heeeeeeeeeeyyyyyy, Nooooooooooooo!! Gooooooooooo baaaacccccccckkkkk! Go baaaaaccccckkkk" They thundered to the hearing of the soldier in charge of the queue. "Who is that?" He inquired as he rushed to the front. "That tall fair boy! They said pointing at me. I knew I had commited a sin according to the commandments of decorum but I knew for sure I dare not lose my guard lest I get punished. "You are Henry! I mean you are Henry" I said to myself. "Go down there!" The soldier ordered me angrily. "You must be a stupid boy. Look at your 'nyanmiri' face" He continued as he walked towards me. I stood still and made a very sick face immediately. "I am seriously asthmatic" I lied. "I dont think I can be able to stand there any longer" I said breaking down in feigned pains and squeezing my face like someone that is about to die the next minute. "Haba?" He asked in a concerned tone. "Yes sir" I responded "My inhaler is even in the hostel" I cemented my lie, coughing loudly and holding my chest. "Ok follow me" He said as he led me to the very first position of the queue. The few friends I had made on the back side of the queue couldn't believe their eyes. They watched with astonishment as I got cleared and bounced out of the queue with the swagger of a rich kid and headed straight to the popular "Mammy" to have a taste of the meal I had heard so much about-Banga soup. Mammy was filled with everything you couls imagine. It was lit ranging from make-shift restaurants to cool bars. Everything was sold there. I smiled and entered "Mama Chi Chi" cool spot and sat on the plastic chair. "Wetin we go give you fine boy?" A beautiful lady with Warri accent inquired. 'Fufu' and 'Banga' soup I responded hungrily. I was really hungry my dear friends. I had only eaten gala and meatpie since I arrived. I used to think the Igbos were the best cooks until I tasted 'Banga' soup. I had to order another plate to fill up the hidden corners of my stomach. God bless Delta state. If I have been served that soup in the privacy of my room, I would have made sure I used my fingers to do justice to the plate. But I had to respect myself. Comm'on Corper Henry. Don't allow Banja soup to mislead you! I got up, paid my Madam ChiChi and walk away feeling fulfilled. I had almost reached the end of Mammy, when I realised it- I had forgotten my file with all my documents. Jesus!! My certificate! Ahhhh.. I quickly ran back to Mama Chichi shop like a mad man. Banga soup you have finished me!! |
THE JOURNEY TO DELTA NYSC CAMP IN ISELE-UKU "Are you sure you carried a bible" my mother asked me for the twentieth time. "Yes ma" I responded reluctantly. "I even have the soft copy on my phone"I continued. My mother has always been a religious woman. She knew how to force you to do every single thing. Finally she laid her hands on me and used two hours to pray for me. Thank God I didn't miss my bus that day. My bro got behind the steering and being the crazy man that he has always been, we reached the motor park within three minutes. "Clear road! I say make una clear road" A man in his mid-thirties thundered as we approached the gate of the motor park. "See my star boys don arrive" He said smiling carelessly. His name was Roland. I have known Roland for three years now. He was the leader of all the agberos in Sabon Gari motor park. He had always been in charge of taking care of our tickets. All you had to do was call him and keep some change for two or more bottles and you are good to go. Roland was quite different from all the agberos I had come across in all my life. Unbelieveable as it may sound, he was a statistics graduate who had caught inside the thorned web of street life and drug abuse. "See! me no be "chop and collect" agbero oo" He will always tell us. For this park wey I dey so, if I no see money in a day na 5k, and dat na after I don drink like six bottles finish." He boasted as he gulped down a tumbler-full of chilled the Legend beer I had bought him. "Madam pass me two bazz for there" He ordered the waitress in the joint we had sat down to relax a bit. Roland didnt stop there, he invited two of his other friend who were professors in the motor park hustle. "See my starboy don dey go service" He said as he ordered two bottles each for his agbero friends. Need I say all the bill was on me. My brother had to call my attention and signal me that my bus had started moving before I realised that I should get going. I shook my brother and the melee of Sabon gari agberos in our midst whose hard palms could be used to sharpen a blunt cutlass. That was how I found myself inside the bus and beside the luscious Precious. Precious was a fellow prospective corp member who I had met the previous day in a Whatsapp group. "Henry where have you been?" She inquired suggestively with sincere concern as the bus crawled slowly out of the park and into the road that will meander into Delta state. "I bought water for us" She said handing me a bottled water. What later happened between me and Precious that night as we sat side by side will remain a secret for now. We finally reached Delta state by 8am the next day only to realize the worst- there was no Glo network. That was the beginning of my problem!! |
THE JOURNEY TO DELTA STATE "Are you sure you carried a bible" my mother asked me for the twentieth time. "Yes ma" I responded reluctantly. "I even have the soft copy on my phone"I continued. My mother has always been a religious woman. She knew how to force you to do every single thing. Finally she laid her hands on me and used two hours to pray for me. Thank God I didn't miss my bus that day. My bro got behind the steering and being the crazy man that he has always been, we reached the motor park within three minutes. "Clear road! I say make una clear road" A man in his mid-thirties thundered as we approached the gate of the motor park. "See my star boys don arrive" He said smiling carelessly. His name was Roland. I have known Roland for three years now. He was the leader of all the agberos in Sabon Gari motor park. He had always been in charge of taking care of our tickets. All you had to do was call him and keep some change for two or more bottles and you are good to go. Roland was quite different from all the agberos I had come across in all my life. Unbelieveable as it may sound, he was a statistics graduate who had caught inside the thorned web of street life and drug abuse. "See! me no be "chop and collect" agbero oo" He will always tell us. For this park wey I dey so, if I no see money in a day na 5k, and dat na after I don drink like six bottles finish." He boasted as he gulped down a tumbler-full of chilled the Legend beer I had bought him. "Madam pass me two bazz for there" He ordered the waitress in the joint we had sat down to relax a bit. Roland didnt stop there, he invited two of his other friend who were professors in the motor park hustle. "See my starboy don dey go service" He said as he ordered two bottles each for his agbero friends. Need I say all the bill was on me. My brother had to call my attention and signal me that my bus had started moving before I realised that I should get going. I shook my brother and the melee of Sabon gari agberos in our midst whose hard palms could be used to sharpen a blunt cutlass. That was how I found myself inside the bus and beside the luscious Precious. Precious was a fellow prospective corp member who I had met the previous day in a Whatsapp group. "Henry where have you been?" She inquired suggestively with sincere concern as the bus crawled slowly out of the park and into the road that will meander into Delta state. "I bought water for us" She said handing me a bottled water. What later happened between me and Precious that night as we sat side by side will remain a secret for now. We finally reached Delta state by 8am the next day only to realize the worst- there was no Glo network. That was the beginning of my problem!! |
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