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Abeg make una leave fight help me.

BigDawsNet:
Baba are you okay atall

You have a top skills to be a good and funny writer and you are here complaining about one job ..

Abeg go online...find time register for writing skills... Start as a freelance and make some good income for yourself from home...

God will be with you

Boss, money for data naim be wahala.

Lalami3232:
..... OP I sincerely understand wetin you dey go through because I don pass through am b4. Silver or gold I no get to give you at this time, but I get advise wey fit help you because E don help me and E still dey help me till tomorrow.
Why you no learn one I.T skill? Even if your brain no fit carry programming which I'm into, learn graphics design. Men dey cashout from the I.T world nowadays if you're good. But if you wan learn programming, I fit help you for free.

Boss, to learn programming dey my mind but there’s a big stumbling block: data. My salary no reach me to chop and pay rent and school fees, not to talk of buying enough data to download and learn the programming courses.

henrybomb:
I couldn’t find your number on WhatsApp

That’s not my WhatsApp number, boss. My WhatsApp number is 09130873128

The interview starts by 9:00 am so I get dressed and leave the house by 8:15 am. The venue is close to my house so I don’t need to board a Danfo and get my shirt stained or rumpled. I’m going to walk down to the venue and I should get there about 15 minutes before the horror show begins.

As I walk I think about my life and all the events that have led me to this point. If my mom had allowed me to keep playing football, maybe I would be playing for PSG right now, partnering Messi and Mbappe upfront and earning plenty money. Why didn’t I join the choir in church? Although I wasn’t particularly good at singing but perhaps if Don Jazzy had heard my croaking voice he would have loved it and signed me.

Instead, I have to attend this job interview and impress the interviewers so they can give me the job otherwise hunger will finish me.

I look down at my shoes and observe that the soles have begun to crack and break. All these fake shoes sef! If you buy a pair of shoes and they last for 20 years, will the world end?

I reach the venue and see that some fellow job seekers did not sleep in their houses last night. What is it gan sef? Must you people apply for every job? Don’t you have tastes and preferences? Can’t you people just let me be the only one who came for this interview so that the interviewers will have no choice but to hire me?

I smile and greet my competitors and then look for a place to sit. After about 10 minutes, two more applicants come into the hall. Hmmm, we don dey plenty too much o. A few moments later, another applicant waltz in. Then two, then three, then two again. Haa! Which kain wahala be this na? How do I stand out among so many people? Abi make I pull my trousers remain my boxers then begin run round this hall? At least that will make me stand out in this crowd.

I decide to look around the hall and size up my fellow hustlers. Perhaps my death stare will cause some of them to burst into tears and leave the hall. I spot a handsome, smartly dressed dude sitting at the extreme of the hall. “Wow”, I say in my head, “I like your dress sense o. If you don’t want us to have problems kindly fail this interview, you hear? Same goes to you, pretty lady sitting across from me.” But they pay me no mind and carry on fiddling with their phones. Kai, children of nowadays! No respect.

Soon after the interviewers come into the hall and introduce themselves. “This interview will be in two parts. The first part is a test and the second part is an oral interview. Good luck.” They rearrange us applicants around the hall and proceed to share question papers and answer sheets. “You have 45 minutes for this test and your time starts now. No talking, no teamwork. Anyone caught violating these rules will be asked to leave.”

Few minutes into the test somebody behind me taps me lightly. I turn around to see what the problem is and this guy says, “chairman, shebi number 3c is ‘supply chain management’?”

“Baba,” I mutter under my breath while turning back around to face my work, “shey you dey whine me ni?”

Thank you for reading my article. I want to use this opportunity to announce that I’m in desperate need of a job. I’m currently an undergraduate of the National Open University of Nigeria. I’m smart, articulate and good at writing. I’m keen on an office assistant position but I’m also open to all kinds of non-physical jobs that don’t require a degree and that pay slightly above minimum wage. My current job is hard, physical labour and it is taking its toll on my health, hence my desire to switch jobs. I live in Ikeja, Lagos, and can be contacted via 09030649379. Thank you.

The interview starts by 9:00 am so I get dressed and leave the house by 8:15 am. The venue is close to my house so I don’t need to board a Danfo and get my shirt stained or rumpled. I’m going to walk down to the venue and I should get there about 15 minutes before the horror show begins.

As I walk I think about my life and all the events that have led me to this point. If my mom had allowed me to keep playing football, maybe I would be playing for PSG right now, partnering Messi and Mbappe upfront and earning plenty money. Why didn’t I join the choir in church? Although I wasn’t particularly good at singing but perhaps if Don Jazzy had heard my croaking voice he would have loved it and signed me.

Instead, I have to attend this job interview and impress the interviewers so they can give me the job otherwise hunger will finish me.

I look down at my shoes and observe that the soles have begun to crack and break. All these fake shoes sef! If you buy a pair of shoes and they last for 20 years, will the world end?

I reach the venue and see that some fellow job seekers did not sleep in their houses last night. What is it gan sef? Must you people apply for every job? Don’t you have tastes and preferences? Can’t you people just let me be the only one who came for this interview so that the interviewers will have no choice but to hire me?

I smile and greet my competitors and then look for a place to sit. After about 10 minutes, two more applicants come into the hall. Hmmm, we don dey plenty too much o. A few moments later, another applicant waltz in. Then two, then three, then two again. Haa! Which kain wahala be this na? How do I stand out among so many people? Abi make I pull my trousers remain my boxers then begin run round this hall? At least that will make me stand out in this crowd.

I decide to look around the hall and size up my fellow hustlers. Perhaps my death stare will cause some of them to burst into tears and leave the hall. I spot a handsome, smartly dressed dude sitting at the extreme of the hall. “Wow”, I say in my head, “I like your dress sense o. If you don’t want us to have problems kindly fail this interview, you hear? Same goes to you, pretty lady sitting across from me.” But they pay me no mind and carry on fiddling with their phones. Kai, children of nowadays! No respect.

Soon after the interviewers come into the hall and introduce themselves. “This interview will be in two parts. The first part is a test and the second part is an oral interview. Good luck.” They rearrange us applicants around the hall and proceed to share question papers and answer sheets. “You have 45 minutes for this test and your time starts now. No talking, no teamwork. Anyone caught violating these rules will be asked to leave.”

Few minutes into the test somebody behind me taps me lightly. I turn around to see what the problem is and this guy says, “chairman, shebi number 3c is ‘supply chain management’?”

“Baba,” I mutter under my breath while turning back around to face my work, “shey you dey whine me ni?”

Thank you for reading my article. I want to use this opportunity to announce that I’m in desperate need of a job. I’m currently an undergraduate of the National Open University of Nigeria. I’m smart, articulate and good at writing. I’m keen on an office assistant position but I’m also open to all kinds of non-physical jobs that don’t require a degree and that pay slightly above minimum wage. My current job is hard, physical labour and it is taking its toll on my health, hence my desire to switch jobs. I live in Ikeja, Lagos, and can be contacted via 09030649379. Thank you.

Koulture:


The carding format is best Yahoo format and also it is the hardest,alot of celebs are into this like nairamarley.Also what most people don't know is that over 80% of darkweb site vendors are outright scams.

I have been through this route,it took me so much time to know how to detect fake darkweb vendors from legit ones,their are sites you can use to check the available balance of a purchased credit card from the darkweb.

Another challenge is that most foreign sites now have 3d secure code making it very difficult for such purchased credit card to work on their site,for me I only use such cards on site that do not require such 3d secure code before payment can work successfully.I then use this cards to purchase virtual goods like giftcards, bitcoins,eth etc.

Hmmm, guy abeg which sites you dey take check the balance?

Kobicove:
There must be some scientific explanation for this!

The tyres of that car are broad so the collective pressure they exert on the ground is spread over a larger area. Pressure = force/area, therefore the larger the area the smaller the pressure. If the car had smaller tyres that child would probably have been seriously injured.

If you lie on the ground and allow a lady wearing high-heeled shoes to stand on your back, you will sustain far more serious injuries than if an elephant had placed one foot on your back!

lagbonduku:
so na everywhere...

How much?

Hypocrisy is condemning America for permitting abortion and homosexuality, while praising Israel, where abortion and homosexuality are legal, as the land of God.

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EmekaBlue:
and the bullet shots only hit these ones that left their villages to lagos?! I don't know o but i doubt kinda with my own psychic that many died there that day

Guy you are too wicked! Lmao

Sanchez01:
1. Soldiers truly shot at protesters and people were killed.
2. Soldiers carted away bodies that night (There are video evidences of soldiers freely walking into the midst of protesters to take away bodies).
3. We all watched how someone died during the live session of DJ Switch after being hit by a bullet.
4. Bullet shell casings were also found the next day.
5. Several were wounded and rushed to the hospital.
6. Sanwo-Olu initially said no one died but later came around to say only two persons were confirmed dead. (What killed them?).
7. The military denied ever been at the Lekki toll gate that night. As a matter of fact, they planted badges and ranks on the scene after they left.
8. If families aren't coming out, it is because they are either scared or not living close to the dead victims to even suspect they went to protest.
9. Several missing person cases took over Twitter 3 days after the Lekki onslaught and families were directed to several hospitals which took in these victims.

There is no denying that the Nigerian Army, through the soldiers, took away bodies that night, possible to reduce the outrage of the military killing unarmed protesters in modern age.

What's worse is that the event of that was premeditated and carefully executed. First, they took out cameras, then cut off power around the area to prevent people from recording their atrocities. We all saw videos of on and off the scene of that night.

Anyone with a straight head knows there is a massive cover-up attempt by the government. People were shot at; people were killed and soldiers took bodies away that night.

Would you be kind enough to tell me where I can find video evidences of soldiers taking bodies away, and also the missing person cases on Twitter. Thanks in advance.

Righteousness89:
The Reality is that the Normal we were used to is Gone..
The Covid-19 is Real but the Agenda behind it is Much Bigger than what we Know.

This Covid-19 is Setting the Stage for the NWO, One World Religion, One World Government and One World Currency.

It is Setting the stage for the "B" System if u know what I mean.

This Face Mark innovation has Come to Stay.. I won't be Suprised if there is another Major lock down around the World before the year Runs out..

JESUS is at the Door ..
The Rapture is Upon us..
Get Ready! For in such a Moment you think not, The Last Trump will Blast and we are Gone..

Guy, you go grow old waiting for the rapture. You never know anything.

hopefulLandlord:
But my pastor told me You don't need a facemask or facesheild or nosemask to protect yourself from Coro. All you need is believe in the protection from the blood of a Jew who couldn't survive ordinary 3 nails and screamed to ask why his dad forsook him 2000 years or so ago

You can't openly ridicule the beliefs of other people and expect them to accept your beliefs even if your beliefs are correct.

Slawormir:
Damnnnnn niggarrr.
Isoright

Op you want still eat this thing?
Na wa for una for this country


Bros op free that bird make he gather strength and fly away

Guy, you get Google Voice number for sale?

Slawormir:
Damnnnnn niggarrr
Isoright
As a real niggarrr from the street and a full time bomber

I nor fit count again......many many painful loss...

Sometimes work way you don package finish, you don dedicate your time and energy take package go just spoil at the verge or brink of payment...
To cry you nor go fit cry.....to die you nor go fit die

You go come need to start all over again with another client.....you go begin smoke your weed and drink enough alcohol and gin to prevent you from giving up and frustration....maybe after you don still package another one and your client drop small thing then your azaman go tell you say them don kill the aza plus your money for inside...

Guy, u get Google Voice number for sale?

Ishilove:
Oh, so they were strolling to the plane to take selfies?

Probably to welcome somebody disembarking from the plane.

From what I saw in the video, the lady sells cooked chicken legs. Perhaps, she is new to the area and didn't know that the people around would find her goods disgusting. What I can deduce from the video is that the people around are expressing disgust at what she is selling and asking her to eat of it. And she is crying because of the embarrassment not because she "put something in the meat," as the OP seems to be alleging.

Yustash001:
Yoruba will say" kaka kin jale makuku deru"

For me to steal, I'll rather become a slave...

What if your condition as a slave is so bad that you have to steal from your master to survive?

Jman06:
Shelve the idea of going to school for now. Continue in your job and work towards getting the car first.
When you have gotten the car, resign in one of the jobs and combine driving with the other job.
By the time you have properly mastered the transport business, you can resign from the security job and only then should you enroll into NOUN.

That's my 2 cent.

I can't continue with the jobs. They are stressful beyond what words can describe.

Olachase:
I found what I love doing at the age of 23 I never went to university!!! I can tell you my life is a testimony.

What was it that you found?

Olachase:
Lemme ask you just this one question have you discover ur talent

No sir, have you discovered yours?

Good day Nairalanders, please I need your advice on a very important matter concerning my future. Pardon me for the length of my write up.

I'm 26 years old and I live in Lagos. I left secondary school in 2010, and since then, I have been moving from one menial, low-paying job to another. I've always had the desire to further my education but my parents don't have the wherewithal to help me actualise this dream; and up until this moment I couldn't help myself because all my previous jobs didn't pay enough for me to set aside any substantial amount toward funding my education. I was living from hand to mouth.

Sometime in November of last year, a friend of mine persuaded me to join him and work as a security guard. He explained that he worked 24-hour shifts. That is, if he resumes work at 6 a.m. today he wouldn't close until 6 a.m. tomorrow. With this arrangement, he went on, he worked for two different security companies, unbeknown to either of them, used the salary from one job to take care of his feeding, transportation, etc, while he saved the entire salary from the other job.

I saw this as an opportunity to save toward my education so I joined him. Even though resuming at one place of work after just closing from another has been extremely stressful and the combined salary from both jobs is just shy of 47k; I have soldiered on and by the end of January, I should have saved up 300k.

I have decided to attend NOUN. I can't go to a conventional university because I would be paying my fees myself and I have to work to be able to do that. From the enquiries I have made, I would spend about 80k to gain admission into NOUN, about 50k for second semester fees and about 20k for miscellaneous expenses.

Now here is the problem: I can't continue with these two jobs ad infinitum: they are very stressful, degrading and risky. I was hoping to obtain a 250k loan from the bank where I have my salary accounts once I had gotten into NOUN which I would then add to the remainder of my savings (about 150k, once I'm done paying fees at NOUN) to buy a Nigerian used car and use for business (I can drive). But the bank officials told me they would give me a letter to take to my company for signing, and both of my companies have told me without mincing words that they wouldn't sign it.

What do I do? I would be paying about 50k every semester at NOUN, so I need to at least maintain my current level of income to be able to keep my head above water. But I can't continue with these jobs because of the reasons I gave above. And I can't get a loan from my bank either. Please advise me.

Fynestboi, Richiez and Olawalebabs please help me take this to the front page.

sosodevf:
Its no waste, all I see is a museum with different collection of cars...
Namasi-obiri

Guy, you be ijaw?

[quote author=Kweensavvy post=79853482][/quote]Why end your fantastic piece of advice with the words "shake off that silly depression"? The guy/girl is depressed! That isn't something to joke about.

The concept of reputation is one of the most fundamental enabler of human social interactions and relationships. A person who has a difficult court case will most likely, if she can afford it, seek the services of a lawyer with a reputation for winning difficult cases. No reasonable man would want his hair cut by a barber who has reputation for messing peoples' hair up. If you want your faulty car fixed, you wouldn't take it to a mechanic who has a reputation for lying and using substandard car parts.

    
In today's global world where countries depend on one another's resources and expertise in other to thrive - or in some cases - survive, the importance of a country having a good reputation is at an all time high. Individuals from different countries have to trade goods and services, and exchange ideas with one another if they are to continue existing. Looking around me now, I can see an air conditioner that was made in Korea, tablets for high blood pressure that were manufactured in India, and a pair of shoes that was produced in Italy. You get the point.

When a single individual from a certain country acquires a bad reputation among individuals from other countries in the course of her interactions and transactions with them, she suffers the consequences alone. But when a tiny minority of people from a particular country develop a bad reputation over time in the course of their dealings with people from other countries, the negative consequences arising from their misdeeds affect not only them, but also their innocent compatriots. Due to the flaws of human reasoning and perception, a negative stereotype forms in the minds of the people from the other countries, and this causes them to tar every single individual from the offenders' country with the same brush.

    
We have a reputation, compatriots, and - it saddens me to tell you - it's a bad one.

    
We have a reputation for cyber crime.

    
Every night thousands of young men - and a sprinkling of young women - across Nigeria's largest cities - Lagos, Port Harcourt, Ibadan, and so on - switch on their laptop and desktop computers to begin 'work'. This 'work' isn't keeping tabs on the stock market or writing lines of code, but seeking for the next hapless and vulnerable person to defraud on social media sites, preferably a Caucasian living in a Western nation. This they achieve through, among other things, online dating scams.

    
Last year alone, Americans lost an eye-watering $143 million (#50.15 billion) to online dating scams. Canadians, their northern neighbours, were swindled out of $22.5 million (#6 billion). Australians lost $60.5 million (#15.24 billion), while Brits were cheated out of £50 million (#23.5 billion). It is safe to assume that a decent chunk of these monies found its way to Nigeria, because Nigerian online fraudsters are big players in this 'industry.'

    
Any Nigerian who has tried doing legitimate business online on sites like Fiverr or Upwork must have had the unpleasant experience of losing a lucrative deal at the mention of his or her nationality. And this is a huge problem because more and more young, law-abiding Nigerians are taking up freelancing in order to make ends meet.
    
    
We have a reputation for drug trafficking.
    
    
Every year thousands of Nigerians, young and old, smuggle assorted hard drugs to other countries. Cocaine, heroin, methamphetamine, and so on. Some of these Nigerians are caught and are now languishing in prisons across the world, with a few on death row. As a consequence of this terrible situation, many law-abiding Nigerians living or studying in places like Malaysia, South Africa, and India to name but a few, are stereotyped by the locals, and even by other nationals within those countries, as potential or active drug dealers in a 'you-are-guilty-until-proven-innocent' type of situation. Many innocent Nigerians in South Africa have been brutally murdered in xenophobic attacks after being falsely accused of peddling drugs.
    
    
We have a reputation for human trafficking.

    
Every year unscrupulous Nigerians sell their unsuspecting compatriots in the thousands into modern slavery in countries like Oman, Qatar and Kuwait, and as prostitutes in countries like Italy, Spain and Thailand. In 2018, over 1 million Nigerians were estimated to be living in modern slavery. On arrival to these countries, these Nigerians - mostly young women - have their passports and other travel documents seized by their oppressors. The slaves are put to work, sometimes without pay, in homes where their basic human rights - freedom of movement, freedom from torture and degrading treatment, the right to privacy - are routinely violated by their Arab 'employers.' The prostitutes are forced to have paid sex with foreigners in order to settle a huge debt they had no idea they were incurring. They too experience routine violations of their basic human rights.

How should we go about repairing our damaged reputation? First and foremost, we have to identify the major causes of these crimes and tackle them. When that is achieved, the effects brought about by these major causes - cyber crime, drug and human trafficking - will be greatly reduced. What are the major causes? Unemployment and underemployment.

According to the methodology adopted by the Nigerian Bureau of Statistics (NBS) in its latest unemployment report, you are unemployed if you do absolutely no work, or you work for less than 20 hours a week (and so you can't take care of your basic needs), not because you have chosen to work this way, but because you have tried to work more hours or tried looking for a better job but have not succeeded.

You are underemployed if you work for at least 20 hours but less than 40 hours a week, or if you work full time, but are engaged in an activity that underutilizes your skills, time and educational qualifications.

Nigeria's total population is divided into the labour force and the non labour force. The labour force covers those between 15 and 64 years who are willing and able to work regardless of whether or not they have a job. That figure stood at 90.5 million in 2018. Of the 90.5 million, 20.9 million were unemployed, and 18.21 million were underemployed.

In order words we have about 21 million able-bodied Nigerians who are idle and broke, and a further 18 million who are trapped in jobs that underutilize their skills. This represents an unemployment rate of 23%. For comparison the unemployment rate of India is 3.52%, that of the US is 3.70%, Indonesia has an unemployment rate of 5.34%, while that of Pakistan is 5.90%. It is no wonder that many Nigerians turn to crime to in order to survive.

How can we tackle these causes? Here are a few suggestions.

First, we should pile enormous pressure on the government to tackle unemployment and underemployment because these are the principal reasons why many Nigerians turn to crime, thereby tarnishing our reputation. I am not saying we should ask the government to create jobs but to put the necessary policies and infrastructure in place that will boost the operations of existing small and medium-sized enterprises - which are the backbone of any developed economy - and encourage the creation of new ones. We should, as a matter of urgency, vociferously demand that our government provide adequate electricity, build and equip more skills acquisition centres, build and maintain extensive road networks and railway lines to facilitate the smooth movement of goods from one part of the country to another, make it easier for budding entrepreneurs to have access to low-interest loans, and so on. With these things in place, more Nigerians will abandon crime and embrace entrepreneurship.

    
Second, every one of us who aren't into crime should become anonymous police informants. You know of a house where cyber criminals reside? Report to the police or the EFCC anonymously, because if you don't, the crooks in that house might scam the best friend of the woman who has plans to approach you on Fiverr and ask you to help her build a website. We should all be snitches.

    
Third, the government, NGOs and well-meaning Nigerians should invest in nationwide enlightenment campaigns aimed at informing vulnerable Nigerians about the modes of operation of drug and human traffickers, and debunking the myth of the power of juju to bring calamity upon anyone who breaks the oath of secrecy that new recruits and victims of these criminal enterprises are sworn to, so that those who want to come out of the closet can do so without fear. There should also be campaigns aimed at informing Nigerians, educated and uneducated alike, about the serious damage that cyber criminals do to our national image and the negative consequences that arise from their activities so that many Nigerians can change from being in support of these rogues, to being in opposition to them, and become more willing to report them to law enforcement.

We can transform our reputation and metamorphose from being mocked as a failed state overrun by criminals to being admired as a prosperous nation full of ambitious and innovative high achievers. We need not wait for the next generation. We can achieve it now if we work together. Let's do it.

https://www.nytimes.com/2019/02/13/business/ftc-online-romance-scams.html

https://www.theguardian.pe.ca/news/local/canadians-lost-more-than-225-million-to-romance-scams-in-2018-284179/

https://www.abc.net.au/news/2019-04-29/accc-report-scams-2018-surge489-million/11053946

https://www.bbc.com/news/business-47176539

https://edition.cnn.com/2017/12/04/africa/nigeria-benin-city-sex-trafficking/index.html

https://www.globalslaveryindex.org/2018/data/country-data/nigeria/

https://nigerianstat.gov.ng/download/856

My name is John, I am thirteen, and I live with my family in one of the ghetto neighbourhoods in Lagos. As I write this letter, my hands are trembling, not because I'm scared or sick, but because I'm extremely hungry.

I am the third of 5 children, the first 3 boys, and the last 2 girls. My father works as a cleaner with a ministry of the federal government, while my mother sells recharge cards on a road close to our house every evening. My family lives in a one-room apartment that gets filled with water when it rains heavily. There's only one toilet in my compound, and it is shared by 10 families. It is unsanitary and stinks to high heaven.

Although I'm thirteen I look like I'm nine. My science teacher says I'm experiencing stunted growth due to malnutrition. For the first half of every month we eat twice a day. For the last half we eat once a day. I attend a public primary school, and even though I don't pay any fees, I still cannot afford new textbooks, uniforms or school bag. Each of my textbooks is missing several pages, my uniform is tattered, and my school bag has seen better days. There were all handed down to me by my immediate older brother who had them handed down to him by my oldest brother. I'll be going to secondary school next year, and when my peers will be wearing new uniforms, shoes and bags during the first day of school, I will be wearing - as my mother has informed me - my immediate older brother's worn out uniform, shoes and bag.

When I was younger I had two enemies: the government and witches. My father blamed the government for not paying him enough money despite working hard for almost 25 years. My mother blamed witches for hindering her progress and making her family suffer. My parents made sure my siblings and I understood that the government and witches - rather than they - were responsible for our family's inability to buy new clothes and shoes, live in a decent apartment, and afford good food in sufficient quantities. Many years have come and gone but my father and mother still indulge in their favourite pastimes. My father still curses government officials when he sees them on television, and my mother still attends deliverance crusades, and casts and binds witches and their agents every night.

I, and some of my siblings, no longer resent the government and witches. We have new enemies: our parents. "What were they thinking when they were having us?" my oldest brother once asked in annoyance. "Father is a cleaner in a federal government ministry and his pay is just slightly above minimum wage, and mother is more or less a full-time housewife. How on earth did they think they could adequately take of five children?" His words sounded almost like heresy at the time, but the true picture of the situation is becoming clearer and clearer to me everyday. Why bring children into the world to suffer? Why not have just one kid you can adequately cater for instead of five that you can't take care of? From the stories they have told us, my parents were poor even before they had their first child, my oldest brother. Wealthy people bring children into this world to enjoy with them. My poor parents brought my siblings and I into this world to partake in their suffering.

My parents do not want to hear anything about family planning. When an advertisement on family planning comes up on television when my parents are watching, my mother would say something like, "It is God that takes care of children. It doesn't matter how many you have, as long as you are faithful to Him, and serve Him in truth and in spirit, He will take care of your family. Mama Afe and her husband have only Afe but they are still struggling. Mr and Mrs Nwosu have no children but they live from hand to mouth." My father would say that family planning is a ploy by some 'powerful people' to keep the population of Christians in Nigeria in check. What hurts me the most is that there are men and women in my neighbourhood who think exactly like my parents, and their families are exactly like mine: poor and wretched. How can they not see that they are completely wrong?

My mother is currently pregnant with her sixth child, and no, my father didn't get a better job or a pay rise, in case you were wondering. That means less resources for my siblings and I. I already harbour a lot of hatred for that unborn child. Isn't it terrible that I see my unborn brother or sister as competition? Well, it's almost certain that I have no future to look forward to, so I plan on approaching brother Toheeb, one of the few young men who are doing well in my neighbourhood, and begging him to teach me Yahoo Yahoo. Or should I join the children arm of the local cult group? Members wield enormous power and influence around here. A member could approach you on the streets in broad daylight and take your valuables, and you dare not resist if you have any regard for your safety.

It is getting dark so I need to end this letter. But before dropping my pen, I want to beg you in the name of anything you hold sacred. Please do not have more children than you can adequately cater for.

daddytime:
These are the ancestral spirits we keep praying against from MFM to LFC Including mosques.

Even tradionalists who get instructions from these Ancestors will tell you to pray against these ones.

See him mouth like shalanga..

Hahaha, guy you bad oh!