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"Hello mummy, they say your daughter like food oh" "Can this idiot just shut"
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"Hello mummy, they say your daughter like food oh" "Can this idiot just shut"
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"Hello mummy, they say your daughter like food oh" "Can this idiot just shut"
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"Hello mummy, they say your daughter like food oh" "Can this idiot just shut" |
VIPERVENOM:cos they've been paid |
this is what happens when a country is deeply rooted in Religion. I weep for this country. Religion that is not your forefathers |
haywire07:Are they being rewarded for their motive? |
janellemonae:so why is she not happy? who's doing who? The husband was wrong. but instead of keeping a malice for a whole year, why did she not seek separation? She no divorce she no forgive so what next? Most times, you only hurt yourself by keeping grudges. Something she could easily have sought treatment for the husband and they both find a counselor, or dragged his ass to the court for divorce. Abeg she didn't handle it well at all. it's nothing bout warped mentality. Someone that was cheating when you were giving him the greatest sex ever, you think starving him off the sex was punishment for him? LoL. Baba go kuku continue hin shina as his wife don troway face |
You Bleep up. Your husband was wrong, but na you use your hand destroy your marriage. So someone was cheating on you despite the great sex and you decided to starve him off the sex? |
teresafaith:She's his wife stupid. Na you e for dey hype? |
Before there was paper, the Bible existed. The word of God is so Dynamic it evolves with the time it's in. There was a time only the Priest had access to the Scrolls(Old Testament) and if you wanted to hear the word of God, you had to be at the temple or be rich enough to acquire copies of those scrolls. Paper made the word easily accessible. Electronics made it more easily accessible. Moreover in some forseable future, the use of paper might go extinct. The Word of God is Dynamic. Don't suppress or limit it with your static mind. Thank You |
Find the rest of the report on https://www.dailytrust.com.ng/news/general/british-secret-files-on-nigeria-s-first-bloody-coup-path-to-biafra/159717.h Cc lalasticlala |
When Anuforo’s unit arrived at the Mess at around 10 minutes past three, they delivered their own two dead bodies and saw that Pam the objective of Chukwuka’s unit was still alive, unbounded and under guard in one of Chukwuka’s unit Land Rover. Anuforo called Chukwuka to the side and reprimanded him for not delivering a finished job. To Anuforo, nothing, not even the force of conscience or the fear of blood must stop an idea whose time had come. According to the account which 2/Lt Godwin Onyefuru who assisted Chukwuka later gave, he said Chukwuka told Anuforo that Pam offered no resistance during his arrest and followed him voluntarily thereafter, why should he then kill him? But to Anuforo, Kur Mohammed offered no resistance and followed him voluntarily too yet he still terminated him with extreme prejudice because the Revolution demanded it. As Nzeogwu instructed: all senior officers must no longer be viewed with ordinary eyes but must be “seen through the sights of your rifles.” Anuforo then ordered Chukwuka to go back with the Pam and obey the Revolution. Chukwuka refused. Anuforo then angrily entered their Land Rover with Pam and ordered them to drive. Just drive. He was sick of abstinence. During the recruitment for the so-called Revolution, there were moderates who shared the ideals of a Revolution but they did not favour bloodshed. Ifeajuna was interested in the firebrands who could stand in solidarity with his resentment of the political system, embrace the need for a radical solution and boldly sacrifice as many people as was needed including all their superiors in the army. One of the reported ways of recruiting was by asking, how do you feel about the situation in the country? Nzeogwu was reported to have answered: “If I have my way I will gun down all the politicians.” That was in 1965 after Ifeajuna succeeded the British Officer Major Gilliver as the DA and QMG at 1st Brigade in Kaduna. Ifeajuna was pleased with Nzeogwu’s intoxicated temper and he marked him down as a future asset. Ifeajuna knew the heart was the seat of fire and the same fire that could give birth to ashes could also refine gold. And so Ifeajuna preferred firebrands who had cruelty in place of a heart. He had no use for moderates. He only co-opted them in the plot because they commanded positions that were strategically useful to the Revolution and promised them there would be no bloodshed only to arrest and retire the senior officers. Chukwuka was one of those moderates and he was co-opted because one of the ways of getting the senior officers was to tell them they were needed in the office for an emergency. The phones of course would have been disabled so they would not be able to confirm with other senior officers. Up to the time he abducted Pam from his bedroom, moderate Chukwuka was still promising Pam’s wife, Elizabeth, that he would be okay, that he would ensure he was okay. But the plot’s drivers had other designs. Anuforo led them to the furthest edge of the Ikoyi Golf Course in the dark. He asked Pam to come down and say his last prayers. Pam was reported to have softly pleaded with him: ‘Oh Chris, don’t do this, please.’ Please? Chris? To listen to pleas and cries was to pay homage to error and testify against the Revolution. Anuforo squeezed the trigger and watched as the dry grass welcomed Pam. He then ordered the NCOs to come down and load the dead body unto the Landover. The men were frightened and they refused to leave the vehicle. Pam, the Adjutant General of the Army who was responsible for the welfare of every soldier would just be so summarily executed? They were there when Pam asked his children to stop crying and told his wife to look after them that he would soon come back. Was this the IS operation they were woken up for? Anuforo, a devoted believer in the ability of gun to set the agenda then pointed his still smoking SMG at the reluctant NCOs. |
General British secret files on Nigeria’s first bloody coup, path to Biafra By Daily Trust | Publish Date: Aug 21 2016 5:00AM They all left for the home of Lt. Col. Unegbe on Point Road which was only two streets away. Unegbe like Brigadier Maimalari and Lt Col Njoku, the head of 2nd Battalion were alumni of Command and Staff College in Quetta, Pakistan. Returning from Quetta, on 1st March 1964, he took over as commander of 5th Battalion in Kano. He dispatched a company headed by Captain Tim Onwuatuegwu to quell another of the Tiv riots in Gboko. Later as the Quartermaster General at the army HQ, Unegbe was responsible for the provision of every article, clothing, equipment, weapon, ammunition, food, vehicles for the Army in general. He held the keys to the armoury and the control of armoury was vital to the success of the second phase of the Revolution. When Anuforo asked Unegbe for the keys, he refused and was shot immediately in the presence of his wife Enuma Unegbe. Even if he had handed over the keys, he would still be terminated with extreme prejudice because he was guilty. His offence was that in a Revolution packaged together by junior officers, he was a senior officer. If the Revolution succeeded, what could prevent the senior officers from using other soldiers to overcome them? Without the senior officers dead, their Revolution stood no chance. Anuforo then ordered his NCOs subordinates to carry the corpse to the waiting cars downstairs. Anuforo then asked Col Mohammed in the car to say his own final prayers too. The Colonel did not plead for mercy nor remonstrate in any manner; he was silent and gentle as a breeze even as Anuforo’s bullets reached him from the back, took his heartbeat and fell him down. Less than an hour after they started, Anuforo’s unit had completed their mission objective. They drove to the Officers Mess of the Federal Guards in Ikoyi which was the agreed rendezvous for the units that have completed their tasks. Unlike in the North where the Revolutionaries used the Brigade HQ as their rendezvous, why did the South opt for the Federal Guards? First, it was the only military unit at the seat of government. All government officials were easily accessible from there and they could easily be brought there as a corpse or as a living object to be paraded in front of the TV later in the day. Two, the Federal Guards was the only military unit whose head was part of the mutiny. Hence, the resources and manpower of the unit could easily be put in the service of the Revolution without seeking authorisation from anyone or forging cover-up signals like was done with other military units. It was the Federal Guards’ net and radio systems that was cryptically used to coordinate operations with Nzeogwu’s group up North. Major Humphrey Chukwuka’s unit assisted by 2/Lt Onyefuru and five other NCOs had already finished their own assignment too and they were waiting for others at the Federal Guards Mess. Chukwuka was DAG 1 (Deputy Adjutant General) at the Army HQ. His assignment was to arrest his boss, Lt Col James Pam. Being the Adjutant General, Pam was responsible for enlistment of new soldiers, payment of all soldiers, and promotion of some soldiers. He looked after the discipline and welfare of all soldiers and supervised their medical care. He was ultimately responsible for their discharge or burial in the case of death. |
Lol. Religion is the last thing you can use to cause disharmony amongst the Yoruba. They are so tolerant of other people's religion, they should be a case study for the rest of the WORLD. not just the rest of Nigeria. My guy go and sleep abeg. Or come up with something else. |
He didn't cut it, he packed it |
If he turns it to money, I'll spend it |
No be the same song we hear oh. Summer body issa Jam...y'all just dey talk rubbish |
Igbos will forget quickly how FFK was insulting the whole tribe in 2013/2014. Posting Hateful Articles on Punch Newspaper...don't believe anything this man says. He serves the highest paying master |
NwaAmaikpe:Smh, and you still defend thus senselessness? How? Lol...man go away from here |
NwaAmaikpe:You have made me understand today that reading and assimilating are two differrnt things |
She looks like a centaur |
LalaLushness:What nonsense if yu are gonna help her op, do it cos yu wanna smash |
This haram . Wizkid no dey any artist level again for this Naija. Be comparing Davido to Runtown, Tekno, Olamide and the likes. Not Wizzy abeg |
II The first time I saw Maya, I knew immediately that I wanted to marry her. It was love at first sight for me. Maya is American, but of Latin descent, popularly called Latin-Americans. She fit all the Latin-American stereotype, she was sexy with the right curves in the right place, she spoke in a funny accent, even though she was born and brought up in America but what particularly stood out about her were her eyes. God! She had this big and piercing grey eyes that seemed to stare into my soul, whenever we spoke. It’s hard to tell Maya a lie, not because she’s psychic or anything, but because of her eyes. We clicked immediately we met. She had this uncanny sense of humor, for somebody that sexy. We were taking a couple of classes together and were even partnered together to come up with a project, fate uh? Maya and I spent a lot of time together, initially as friends, before I asked her out and we started dating. I travelled occasionally to Nigeria, to check up on my businesses and handle some serious projects my staff could not handle. The December of my second year in America, I took Maya home to meet my mother and they clicked almost immediately. My mother always wanted an Oyinbo wife to continue the bloodline (My grandmother is a half caste), so Maya was a dream come true for her. That December was the best ever for me. I took Maya along with me everywhere I went to, and I actually enjoyed the looks we always got in public places. She got to know Lagos, and I think she loved it. By January, before she left Nigeria, I proposed to Maya in front of my family. I think we were all delighted she said yes. By then I had already finished my course in America and I was only left with the project submission, which could be done online. So I had no reason to go back, and I was already thinking of settling down in Nigeria anyway. Maya went back to complete her own course and also inform her people of the new development. We were already planning our future after marriage and we both agreed it will be better if she moved to Lagos with me. Maya went back to America, and I went to work. Things were still looking good for our firm, but I needed to open another branch on the island, as we were in Ikeja then. That meant that I had to relocate to the island, because I wanted the island office to be the new headquarter and I had to monitor its set up. I contacted my agent, and after a long and arduous search we finally found an apartment. The reason we really took time getting an apartment, was because by then, I was already a billionaire even though I didn’t like to look it. The only thing that could make you think I had money, was my car. I drove the latest Mercedes Benz S500. It was a big boy whip, but it wasn’t extraordinary or anything, and you could find many of them on the island. Asides from my car, I was just your regular average Nigerian guy that was financially okay. I was not a show-off and I really loved my privacy. I wanted an Apartment that was not too flashy or expensive, but comfortable enough for me and most importantly was private. So i got a three bedroom BQ at Lekki, it was fairly close to the new office, making transit easy for me. The main apartment was unoccupied as the family that stayed there had travelled out of the country, I almost always had the compound to myself. Then there was Ahmed, the gateman, who also served as gardener and compound cleaner. All in all, it was a good place and I was pleased. |
Copyright ©2015 Leahcim Zil. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be copied in part, or whole, or be reproduced in another format, without prior approval from the author I My name is Steve. I graduated with a second class lower from a prestigious university of technology in Nigeria. Knowing I was going to graduate with a 2.2 spurred me to start seeking ways to improve myself, as a 2.2 graduate literally has no chance in Nigeria’s labor market. I started to learn soft and hard skills in my final year at the university, and also started a honey delivery business. I feel like graduating with a 2.2, was actually a blessing for me, because if I had graduated with a first class or a 2.1, I would not have thought to improve myself as I would have been focused on getting a job immediately after graduation. By the end of my final year, I had a better CV than almost everyone in my department. I had joined one of these student organizations where I was exposed to various life changing experiences. Plus my honey business was already booming and I had already started my own bee farm. A few months after graduation, I travelled to Germany to further my education. I had refused to take part in the National Youth Service Corp program, as I felt it was a big waste of time for me. I had just graduated, I had many great ideas floating in my head that if followed on, could make me really successful, and it would have been illogical to waste this period of my life teaching kids in a secondary school, in the name of serving my fatherland. After my masters in Germany, I came back to Nigeria and focused fully on expanding my honey business. By then, I was already supplying about forty companies raw material quantity honey and about five hundred wholesalers. My initial honey farm had tripled in size and I had two more in other states of the country. I was a successful young adult and I was doing well. Few years after I came back from Germany, after I had settled my honey business and set it on the right track, I delved into Project management. During my time in the student organization I mentioned earlier, I had handled many projects in partnership with the state governor’s wife office, so I was an experienced project manager even though I had no certificate. The connect I had gotten during my student organization period were put to good use when I started my project management firm, and in a short while, my firm was already handling multi-millionaire projects for various state governments and we were already far ahead of many project management firms we met in existence. I was barely twenty-seven and I was almost a billionaire. To keep ahead of the competition, I went to America for a professional Project Management course, there I met Maya. |
Hi all, so there's this new story i am writing. please help me invite the right people! |
una wicked lmao |
loooool wth?! |
can't someone that has read the chapter 10 post it here, on the author's behalf ![]() op, nice story, great content. You seemed to have issues with your tenses tho has* have* had*. You should probably work on that. Also i feel like you don't know if to use past tense in your descriptions or present(tenses again). cc lalasticlala please move this story to front page, it's worth it. Compared to the mediocre ones that have been on the front page of recent but away from that, this is a great story, looking forward to the next one. Please try to complete this one here or tell one of those who have recieved the mail to paste the final chapter |
he was actually joking too |
Legally, your next of kin doesn't just inherrit your financial accounts, but also your debts. So by committing suicide, you are putting someone else in a state of misery. Someone you love. just tot y'all should know, incase you're thinking of suicide |

if yu are gonna help her op, do it cos yu wanna smash
. Wizkid no dey any artist level again for this Naija. Be comparing Davido to Runtown, Tekno, Olamide and the likes. Not Wizzy abeg