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There's this lady who has her office in the same market with mine. I noticed she responds interestingly each time i stare at her lustfully, and just recently we started greeting each other whenever i walk past her office. I am 23 and she should be around 26yrs if am not mistaking. Please i want to advance my game towards her, but am not sure if she might be offended i look younger. Pls how do i go about this? |
GeoAfrikana:Pls do u have any online job vacancy? I wanna recommend to a student pls.. or if u can help me out |
shiftback:Pls wats the code |
Pascopele:ok |
And he ignored the plights of Nigerians in south africa? Damn what religion has turned us into ![]() |
lonelyjeff:Ok thanks bro |
lonelyjeff:thanks for your response.. but i mean link to check for the universities in phillipine and how to apply.. i intend on traveling to study and nt online study |
The white tastes sour while the orange tastes sweet |
[quote author=TorukMakto post=81660872][/quote]Hahahaajaja.. gobe |
And so wat |
czarina:I mean, moving from an area in abj to another area in abj.. still within abj. |
What about those already in abj but looking to relocate to a nicer environment |
bigmic111:You know the evil stories pertaining to young girls travelling far to meet a stranger and wat comes after it.. im only concerned cos such situation is rampant apparently and we the patroitic Nigerians are doin our best to curb such menace. U might nt have a bad intention towards her travelin from abj to ikeja to night club wit u bt u knw, anytin can happen.. the devil loves to take chances... so inorder to prevent such, i plead wit u to drop the idea of her travelin from abj to ikeja to night club wit u.. pls.. these evil menaces need to be curbed first.. thanks |
bigmic111:For now? Meaning u might change ur intentions later? I just dont want u to capitalise on the poor gals weakness and recent heartbreak. Pls she shudnt travel all the way from abj to ikeja to night club wit u.. if u have a good mindset, u shud rebuff dat pls.. u said u have a Madam waiting, why dont u enjoy the fub wit her.. this girl still has a long way to go other than travelling from abj to ikeja just to night club wit u. Cant even advise a 17yrs old to night club talk more of leaving her parents home to a far place to night club wit a man shes never seen before. Thanks for understanding |
bigmic111:No sir pls.. shes just 17 and you having the courage of luring or wanting to invite a 17 yrs old to travel from abuja to ikeja for a night party on ur bday is inappropriate.. to claim you just wanna familiarize, for you to even conceive the thought the first time makes you look suspicious. Pls pardon her and dont take advantage of her weakness.. we beg u |
bigmic111:Hmmm... ure trying to take this girl from abj to ikeja night club for ur bday? Pls dont take advantage of her emotional weakness.. pls ![]() |
I love this thread a lot |
Mornings suddenly turned into nights, and nights into longer nights and longer nights into depressed ones. Depression leapt up to me every second like a thief. Hunger beat me with my hands tied behind my back. Sadness beclouded my thoughts. Darkness crept through my window every time the sun tried to peep through it. I was lost each day. A graduate of Nnamdi Azikiwe University. I roamed through the streets with the first rays the sun beamed. I studied every length and breath, searching for job. I walked uptown to downtown as i watched AM turn to PM. Yet every door i approached gave me the regular clapback "I'm sorry, we cant hire you". Tears rolled down my eyes coupled with the beat from the sun which hit me unrepentantly, I couldnt tell which flooded my face; the tears or the sweats, I couldnt say which perturbed me most apparently; the trouble of trekking the far distance back to my rented hut or the rhythm of beats hunger was drumming in my stomach. I couldnt say again. Then this night, it was just like every other night; lonely, sorrowful, hunger stricken, encroached with sad thoughts... Except that my heart beat faster tonight, Except that i had just one particular though occupy my mind rent free, Except that i had a bottle of sniper lying seductively at the corner of my room. Except that i couldnt think of any other thing but to quit it all. The next day, I saw myself in a coffin. So peaceful and empty of all the worries of life. I saw people gathered around me. I saw the same tears rolling down their eyes and little mumbles of regret and sorrow. I saw Mr Akpan, who refused to attend to my cause when i was breathing. I saw the friends who deserted me rally around my grave, puffing silent tears and nodding their heads in regret. I saw Mr Gafe who refused to offer me the menial job, muster to Mrs Gafe, "If i had known, i would have helped him". I saw Sam who claimed he was too busy to come to my cause when i was alive, mourning and cursing me for not holding on for too longer. I saw a lot of friends and relatives who never replied to my plea for help donating huge sum of money for my burial ceremony. I saw the foods i longed for littered all over on my burial ceremony, I saw the naira notes i terribly needed lying carelessly on the ground as they flew freely from my relatives hands. If only i could wake up and take them, i wouldnt have died. I saw them and i cried even though i was dead, I cried and cried and smiled. I smiled because its all empty over here, Because i was free from the torments Because the sorrowful nights are over, Because i cant die again. PS: we tend to care more for the dead morethan we do the living. |
Mornings suddenly turned into nights, and nights into longer nights and longer nights into depressed ones. Depression leapt up to me every second like a thief. Hunger beat me with my hands tied behind my back. Sadness beclouded my thoughts. Darkness crept through my window every time the sun tried to peep through it. I was lost each day. A graduate of Nnamdi Azikiwe University. I roamed through the streets with the first rays the sun beamed. I studied every length and breath, searching for job. I walked uptown to downtown as i watched AM turn to PM. Yet every door i approached gave me the regular clapback "I'm sorry, we cant hire you". Tears rolled down my eyes coupled with the beat from the sun which hit me unrepentantly, I couldnt tell which flooded my face; the tears or the sweats, I couldnt say which perturbed me most apparently; the trouble of trekking the far distance back to my rented hut or the rhythm of beats hunger was drumming in my stomach. I couldnt say again. Then this night, it was just like every other night; lonely, sorrowful, hunger stricken, encroached with sad thoughts... Except that my heart beat faster tonight, Except that i had just one particular though occupy my mind rent free, Except that i had a bottle of sniper lying seductively at the corner of my room. Except that i couldnt think of any other thing but to quit it all. The next day, I saw myself in a coffin. So peaceful and empty of all the worries of life. I saw people gathered around me. I saw the same tears rolling down their eyes and little mumbles of regret and sorrow. I saw Mr Akpan, who refused to attend to my cause when i was breathing. I saw the friends who deserted me rally around my grave, puffing silent tears and nodding their heads in regret. I saw Mr Gafe who refused to offer me the menial job, muster to Mrs Gafe, "If i had known, i would have helped him". I saw Sam who claimed he was too busy to come to my cause when i was alive, mourning and cursing me for not holding on for too longer. I saw a lot of friends and relatives who never replied to my plea for help donating huge sum of money for my burial ceremony. I saw the foods i longed for littered all over on my burial ceremony, I saw the naira notes i terribly needed lying carelessly on the ground as they flew freely from my relatives hands. If only i could wake up and take them, i wouldnt have died. I saw them and i cried even though i was dead, I cried and cried and smiled. I smiled because its all empty over here, Because i was free from the torments Because the sorrowful nights are over, Because i cant die again. PS: we tend to care more for the dead morethan we do the living. |
Fountainofyouth:you wont understand.. this is beyond you |
Fountainofyouth:Shes a hoe |
The guy is a legend. The guy is blessed. More grease to his elbow. I love his guts. Legend, i stan ![]() |
Misleading headline. If you know you cant trust her, why bringing her then in the first place? |
killemslim:this is lofty, not a side hustle |
Are u taking total control of the company or you will just be overseeing it's welfare whilst ur uncle is taking the finances? If the later is the case, abeg go for the government job |
Sundrus:Not n issue to waste time and energy on |
Only a nepotistic fool and bigot will disagree with this |
What do you really want? Seems you're here to describe and advertise yourself more. Well, you're just afraid of the unknown. Keep on doing what you're doing with her and forget about what will happen next. If she's gonna get bored tomoro, there's nothing u can do about it. But, don't be a sissy |
Please can we use this energy to talk about how to make more money and invest? ![]() |
APC trying so hard to stay relevant. Stupid, sycophantic, animalistic, jingoistic party ![]() |

, the only problem is just your age. may your birthday come speedily, so I can show you how we roll, unless you are not up to it.